T/M 2.2

"There are many I consider fit for death. I've seen too many atrocities, too many crimes against humanity. The blonde who headed the attack against a dear friend, nearly killing Yuii in the cross fire. The men who stood behind him, unwilling to listen to reason because they got it in their heads that the Yukage's Sennin looked too much like a missing nin of theirs. This man, whoever he is, who killed Kiyo, deserves a slow death as well.  Nevermind the steady trickle of women we saw within the tower; abused, raped, lives stolen." The tower had sent ninja out probono for such cases, it was considered a mater of state management. The flow had slowed after awhile, as men caught on that there WOULD be consiquences for their actions but they had never stopped coming.

"I hate men," she concluded venomously, her green eyes narrowing to slits. It was likely whatever pieve of the floor she was directing so much anger towards, felt it. Then, almost as an afterthought she glanced up at him apologetically, because she had forgotten again that he still considered himself male. "I'm sorry, not all just... most" And she would never hesitate to place an iceblade in one's throat if she thought it was right.

"Not to say women are innocent," She added quickly, once again remembering who she was speaking to, "but the bulk has always been male. Better to trust with proof, safer that way." Not that that had saved her at all in the country of Fire. Distrust was useless against ambush.

Ming blinked slowly, watching Tatsuya carefully as he spoke. From what she remembered of Tsukiyomi the woman was an utter bitch. Having your own blood frozen could not be comfortable. Still, now that she found herself being aware, everything sounded off about the way Tatsu spoke, "Hmmm, I bet. Well, nothing to fear from me."

After all, she was a rabbit in the stories for a reason and rabbits might have teeth but they rarely fought with them.

"Oh course," she answered patiently, her lipes pursing, "the ninja villages must see a steady change over then, seeing as near every bloodline exists in the major villages. My, my what permiscous ancestors." She laughed at that but there wasn't much warmth behind it. She was troubled now and there wasn't much that could knock her from that course.

And so she had been right.

"I'm certain he will," She answered automatically, measuring his arms shoulder to wrist in graceful little gestures. With Kimono sleeves she did not need to bother with arm circumfences but she did them anyhow, just in case. The same could be said for bust but she was avoiding that measurement for the moment, "He'd be an idiot not to."

And all the while she re-planned, because she wasn't going to cause Tatsu the same discomfort she felt for her own gain. She wasn't going to force herself on him and she would have to be considerate and properly share out time. The wedding night would have to go to him and she would take some time after- or before. A little vanilla but who was she to complain why anything at all was an improvement. Maybe Tatsuya just didn't like...

She nearly jumped out of her skin at his question, ready to call him a mindreader. She took a moment, mostly to calm herself, then tried her bast to answer with at least a level voice. She was not doing so well though, vocal emotion was not something she would ever master, "N-no, I didn't think that. I mean, it would be an easy thing to assume but- That would be like assuming I do not like men at all because they make me uncomfortable." She'd admired and done more with a fair number of men so that was not the case. As for her relationships as a girl; they didn't need to get into that.

tatsu's statement was left to hangin the air, curiously unfinishe. She didn't press for more, merely stared up into his mismatched eyes then went back to work. Neck, waist, shoulder to waist, armpit to hip; everything was completed in relative silence. It wasn't until she bent to measure his feet, for the geta, that Ming broke.

"Forgive me," she spoke, catching hold of his wrist and using it to pull herself to standing. Her other hand would hopefully find his shoulder and she'd use that to balance as she stretched on her toes to kiss him. Nothing caste either, she meant business. She only hoped she wouldn't end up stabbed for this, though karma dictated she deserved it.