#tinykunoichi

[kaknzn]

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     The innocence of the kiss on the tip of his nose through his mask melted the stone heart inside of his chest. Though it was difficult to see aside from the lines around his eyes becoming less defined, the air around them seemed to steady for this quiet and well meant moment. 

     “Are you done? We’re losing daylight. Do you want to be walking in the dark?”

[prctotype]

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    As the number of androids breaking out of their programming continued to grow, yet another deviant had been reported to the authorities. Interestingly, it was at a home whose owners worked at CyberLife. As was his job, Connor went with the DPD to investigate, but at a small scale as it was not a confirmed deviant.

     By the time they arrived, the home was empty as he had expected it would be; supposedly there had been a human child present but her whereabouts remained unknown. Her parents were still abroad in Japan and unable to be contacted for the time being and no other immediate family was available. It was possible that the deviant had run off with her --- whether that was or was not the case, Connor’s primary directive was to find out where the deviant went.

     Once he listened to the briefing, he looked around the home. It was in good condition, no signs of any fights or struggles. No symbols of rA9 found anywhere. No Thirium traces. Everything seemed to be normal. As he observed the home, however, he noticed that shoes belonging to a child were still by the front door, as was a coat. It was not uncommon for humans to wear more than one pair of shoes, of course, but often children were more... consistent.

     Connor turned his head toward the hallway. Maybe she was still around after all?

[desertgourd]

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  “I - I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave!”

[kaknzn]

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      Emerald eyes widened in pure terror, much like that of a deer caught in headlights, Sakura could only stare up at the masked stranger wondering why there was a kunai pressed against her small throat. Certainly, many people had told her the dangers of playing by herself in the woods, but never before had she actually paid them any mind. The young kunoichi was completely frozen by the fear that gripped her so tightly. Was this one planning on killing her? What could she have been worth, anyway? Maybe this one was an indiscriminate killer, and it didn’t matter her age. Regardless of the reasoning for this one pressing a cold blade to her porcelain neck, Sakura was absolutely terrified for her life.

     Something wasn’t right. This kid was not the one he had been expecting. First of all, her hair was pink. The kid he had been looking for was blond, and could have been held for a high ransom. Kidnapping usually wasn’t his forte, but he was being paid quite a bit to get this blond kid and hand them over. Likely, the kid would be killed, and the parents would be scammed out of their money. Kakuzu hadn’t cared, except for the cash he would make. 

     “Don’t you dare scream,” he warned her, then slowly put his kunai away. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Let her go? She would more than certainly tell the authorities, and then he wouldn’t be able to get the kid whose mark actually mattered. This was a fine mess. And it was dipping into an area that was uncomfortable, even for someone as terrible as him. This was why he didn’t use kids for their bounties. And, it usually gave time for their bounties to grow if one let them grow up.

     “Do as your told and you won’t get hurt. Understand?”

[akatdollie]

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“I... don’t...” Sasori grimaces at the tiny kunoichi clinging to his Hiruko’s arm, staring up at him with fiery emerald eyes. When she had stumbled up to him, sniffling, he thought she was scared of him - not seeking comfort. 

By all means, Sasori should scare her more. By all means. Instead, he finds himself crumbling, cracking open his puppet’s back.

“Fine. Fine.” Gingerly, tenderly, he motions the giant scorpion tail to pick her up by the scruff of her shirt, plopping her inside Hiruko with him. 

“There,” he grumbles, awkwardly patting her back. His hug was unpracticed at best, and uncomfortable at worst. “Are you happy?” 

He could never turn away a lonely child.

[theeverlastingartist]

Peering through a door, curious about the other was doing, Sakura quietly watched the red haired male work on what looked like a puppet or life-sized doll. She'd never seen anyone make something like it before, thus she was rather entranced by his actions.

Each movement made was a movement toward progress.  Working on a leg was the red head with eyes focused on the knee joint.  The lifelike piece would be carefully handled as he looked to screw in the last pieces of the joint before attaching his strings and manipulating the limb.  The test of resistance while being functional.  From what he could feel, he was close enough to having the perfect ratio for movement.  Some small adjustments and--

“You know, being curious is one thing but wasting your time when you can probably barely see...?” he spoke out to his unexpected guest.

[musedbyalli]

Continued from:   Sighing at this one for not saying really anything about an injury until it really began to cause him pain, Sakura swore that sometimes adults were more trouble than kids her age. Older people always tried to hide their pain and make it seem like it wasn’t a huge deal, then only say something when it got really bad. It certainly wasn’t a good thing, by any means, but she supposed that it couldn’t be helped. There wasn’t much she could do as she wasn’t trained in any sort of medical ninjutsu, much less knowing even basic justu.     ❝Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I can handle that kind of information, you know. It wouldn’t have killed you to let me know so we can take you to the hospital.❞

@tinykunoichi

Izumo knew that he was never going to hear the end of this from Kotetsu. At this point though, the pain of his mission-related injury was getting worst.  Silenting cursing his sensei for being right about how he should have gone to receive medical treatment for his battle wound, the teen sat down on the ground, leaning against a tree.  He wasn’t sure if it was the immense pain or the blood he had lost, but he was beginning to feel light-headed, something he wasn’t looking forward to revealing that to the young girl.  

He laughed quietly, “Well, I guess cause it didn’t hurt much earlier.”  His laughter was because anything going on was funny, but rather he was embarrassed that he was telling this to a young civilian child.  He wasn’t as prideful as some, but this hurt.  “You don’t have to take me to the hospital.  It probably isn’t too fun there.”  Of course dealing with him right now likely wasn’t fun.