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All told, Tatsuya's apartment complex was probably easier to find for someone not entirely stuck in the current stereotypes of Mist nin.

This was because anyone who was would double-check the address, assume it was a mistake, since no one important would possibly live that far out of the way, and spend their time taking various numerals off the apartment address in an effort to make it make 'sense.'

Ming, on the other hand, was unlikely to find it difficult to find at all. For starters, the building wasn't too far from the hot springs, on the very northern edge of Mist. The mountains weren't even a half-day's walk for a civilian away. It was an area of the village that had yet to embrace the easier walking of sidewalks and paved roads, instead being down several winding dirt roads that crept through the trees.

In fact, it was just about as far off the beaten track as one could get and still be legitimately called a Mist resident. Kind of an odd place for a Sennin to live, no?

Nestled in the corner of the eighth floor closest to the ocean and overlooking the forest below and to the west, facing the mountains directly, was his apartment. It was relatively small, for someone with his salary--one bedroom, one bathroom, an open kitchen, small living space and a balcony. There was a very large cat bed near the balcony, and at that time of day, a full-grown lynx snoozing in it.

The place was relatively clean, except for the cat hair on most of the fabric around, and sparsely decorated. No TV, but a large bookshelf in the corner stacked with, of all things, science fiction titles. The amount of weapons stacked around the table just outside the kitchen probably wouldn't surprise anyone, although the well-stocked spice rack near the oven might. There were a number of blueprints and other papers on the table, too.

When Tatsuya answered the door, he'd look somewhat tired, like he hadn't been to sleep properly in days, and lacked his usual brown jacket, which was thrown over a chair by the kitchen table visibly. The pale yellow loose shirt he wore did nothing to hide the bandages he was using to bind his chest. His hair was even messier than usual, not-been-brushed as opposed to casual windswept.

"Hello," he said, after a pause. "Sorry, I've been...sorry, come in."

Ming might feel a slight tingle when passing over the threshold, and a feeling of safety once stepping inside, but it was easy enough to miss. None of the seals were visible to anyone who didn't share his blood, after all.

If she got at all near the table, though, he'd move to quickly roll up the blueprints and papers. They definitely didn't relate to today's talk.



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 8:11 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
Given her own location, Ming didn't question the address given to her but instead mused on it. How different it would be for both her and Tatsuya to move into the Hasegawa household one day, neither were poor by any means but both had settled for apartments. How would they adjust the vast household that Ren kept? The entire thing made Ming nervous so maybe it did the same to Tatsuya.

'I wonder if I should open a shop here,' she wondered to herself, taking in the dirt roads and buildings that so reminded of her of time in the rural villages. Perhaps she could explore a different market in this area.

Her mind was still on that venture when she arrived at Tatsuya's door. The sound of knocking, her own fist hitting the door, brought her back to the matter at hand. The actual arriving was a strange blurry memory, she couldn't even remember being buzzed in.

Ming;s gaze swept across the room in one quick ark then once over Tatsuya when the door opened. Her lips pursed, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards. It was always so interesting to see someone in their natural environment, Ming didn't regret having this meeting here in the least. "No, no it's alright. I'm not... interrupting anything am I? I can come back later" she answered politely, coiling a strand of brown hair in her fingers.

She came in anyways, hesitating at the door to see if Tatsu would ask her to remove her shoes or not. Today's clothing was surprisingly simple for Ming, with black skirt, a loose long sleeved white shirt and suspender straps. She hadn't even pinned her hair up, it wasn't un-brushed and tired but it was as close as she came.

With a smile she politely moved her eyes across the room while Tatsuya rolled the blueprints up; she was no stranger to the secrecy of ninja work. She moved a few steps, looking for art or photos that she could comment on start small talk over when suddenly her nose twitched and-

"Achoo~"

"Oh, I-I forgot, you have a cat don't you?" She muttered, rubbing gently at one eye. Her free hand snaked into her shoulder bag and pulled out a small veil. She popped two rolled sort of pills then sighed. "Dogs I can stand, barely, but cat's are instant," she complained quietly, replacing the veil.

"But it's fine," she added, rubbing at her eye again, "I'll be fine in a moment. Thank-you for having me over, Yuii has a friend by today."

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"Interrupting?" Tatsuya made sure the blueprints were rolled up and set them on the counter. "No, this is just a...project I've been working on in my spare time." His tone wasn't convincing. That he hadn't managed to get Edge on board with his security plan bothered him.

It heartened him a little to see he wasn't the only one who felt ridiculously tired, though he doubted hers was for as severe a reason as his. And of course she still looked every inch like Renzo's love interest should--acted it too.

He was fortunately far too tired to let irritation show on his face.

"Shoes can go in the corner, you'll be more comfortable that way." His gaze flicked over her again, taking in her comparatively put-together appearance, but he didn't comment or twitch.

Other than the books, his apartment was fairly spartan. There didn't really seem to be anything superfluous lying around, aside from a calendar tacked up on the wall across from the kitchen. The picture on the month it was flipped to was an island vista--pretty, but not anything that really showed the personality of the owner. There weren't even any family photos around anywhere--odd, for someone who had admitted to having a brother, and had such a large family. There was a pale yellow cape, one that would probably be familiar to her since he'd worn it before, draped over the brown couch, alongside a blanket the same colour, and aside from the books and a few large, strong cat toys...that was it.

"Lynx aren't hypoallergenic," there was a tone of amusement mingled with apology in his voice. "I try to get the cat hair off most of my clothes, but...it's a little bit everywhere here."

Said cat twitched its ear a few times, but remained snoozing in its bed, positioned to catch the sun when any made it through the fog.

"It's no trouble. I don't often have people over, but I thought we ought to iron out a few things," he shrugged fluidly and stepped into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? I can put on some tea if you want, but there's juice too."

It felt like a bizarre mirror of their original encounter somehow.



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PostPosted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 6:52 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
"I have a few of those but nothing that requires that sort of blueprints.," Ming answered, struggling to answer and continue the chatter. When she wasn't arguing for the right to the man she loved or admitting dark secrets Ming tended to be a very quiet person. The addition of Renzo helped, sometimes, but he would not be included in today's meeting as far as she knew.

But silently watching someone had never bothered her, having been cursed to silence for much of her younger years. Sometime she would catch herself watching for someone to look at her as a cue she could begin speaking again and remember that words did not need eyes.

The black soft leather boots she wore were tucked into the corner once she picked the laces apart and, after a moment of thought she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her collared shit, giving her a relaxed touch. It have been a tactical maneuver to choose this particular set of clothing, it was so simple to dress down or up that she could arrive at nearly any situation and not shock. Her usual attire would have been so out of place.

"Mmmm," she answered, taking the first seat available withour asking, "They're not are they? My mother kept cat's and it was always a battle to clean." With practiced ease she swung one leg over the other and leaned back in her chair, seemingly at home beyond the nervous way her eyes crawled across the apartment. She let one hand rest against her knee then with a jolt moved it to her bag.

Pulling her bag into her lap, Ming began to riffle through the contents, managing only a distracted, "yes please," for a cup of tea. Noises, mostly bottles hitting one another and paper rustling came from inside but there was the odd bell or clang as her arms went deeper, and deeper, until there was really no possible way her arms could be straight inside the bag and yet they were. Ming, for her part, had a look of deep concentration as she pushed and dug her way through her bag's contents until finally:

"Ah, here we are!" She cheered, triumphant. From the depths of the odd shoulder bag she pulled loose a bundle of books and binders of fabric which he might assume had been tired together for this exact meeting. "I wanted to ask you about colors and, well, everything really, since it isn't just my wedding and this is sort of unorthodox... I'm assuming that is part of why I'm here, right?" She set the package down at her feet, it really was too large to go anywhere else, then turned her body to grin brightly at Tatsuya.

"I'm finding this entire experience very interesting, even if everything is still preliminary. I think I understand now why so many women dream of their weddings andit has nothing to do with finding the right man." Finished with her little side adventure she let her head rest on her arm which leaned on her knee and watched Tatsuya at whatever she might be doing, "The dresses ar just fantastic."

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"Most people don't need blueprints for their projects, no," Tatsuya agreed quietly. "Most people don't do the sorts of things I do...but enough of that, really."

He certainly wasn't about to delve into the politics he willingly mired himself in, the subtle intricacies of the seedy underworld of Mist. Anyone who didn't grow up in them ought not to know them.

Of course she's the type of person who can always look put together. In her life, that can be a priority. She doesn't have to worry about visitors finding strange syringes in her cupboard or seeing blueprints they ought not to... He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then went to put the kettle on.

"I just keep it livable...I don't bother with the cat hair," he fiddled with a piece of his hair, then stopped, watching curiously as Ming dug into her bag. "I'm guessing you know why I asked you here, then? Wedding plans and such...I don't know if Ren cares beyond...wanting it...traditional..." his voice trailed off as he watched her dig further into the bag.

Vines darted out to open the drawer with the tea packets so he wouldn't have to stop watching her, because what on earth could she carry in that bag? He was no stranger to the impossible, but...

He made an odd noise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, that's why I asked you over." Colours and flowers...she would think that, right? Did he strike her as a woman in sensibility, or was it because no one could truly understand that much of him. "There was a few things I wanted to clear up."

Dresses? He blanched at the very mention of it, hand hovering over the rapidly-boiling kettle.

"See...that's the thing," he forced himself to relax as he made the tea. "I won't be wearing a dress. A kimono is fine, but in no way should you mistake me for at all feminine...if you recall, I am not really a woman, and I was a little boy and not a little girl."

He'd be so awkward in anything that he couldn't store a half-dozen weapons in, at least as awkward as he was now. Somehow he even looked and acted a little out of place in his own home without his jacket and normal gear strapped to him. The weapons were more than just protection, they were familiarity when his own body didn't even feel right on him.

And he had to iron that out now. Had to explain that to her, because he didn't think Ren would understand, and he needed someone to--not someone who would ignore the change, as his old friends and family had, or see him as female entirely, or be forced to accept the duality of his nature--but understand.

She'd better not push the dress thing, really.



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:29 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
Ming merely shrugged that off as coming with the job of Sennin, or whatever it was that Ren had made the other woman's new title. It all sounded very official anyhow and, well, Tatsuya must have an office somewhere that was kept much nicer than his apartment for normal meetings. Odd that they hadn't just talked about these sorts of things there, she would have thought that with whatever Tatsuya called work, besides protecting Ren which seemed like a full time job already, she would have little time to squeeze in a conversation with Ming. His next comment only went to solidifying that thought; a meeting like this would have been better off in his office and not in an apartment.

But then, maybe she didn't trust Ming enough to allow her so far in the tower. As a long time shinobi that thought shouldn't have stung but it did.

The reaction to her bag bright her spirits back up. Ming always enjoyed those, it was one of the few everyday tricks she could have that surprised even shinobi and was always a conversation piece at meetings. The bad, old black leather with silver buckles and many patches seemed better suited to a teenager but still she brought it everywhere, most times hidden in the cover of another more fashionable bag.

The vines caught her eye almost as much so her bag did for Tatsuya and she paused after the big pile of books had landed to watch as the tea was made with no visible effort from their owner. man those much have been handy, certainly more so than the ability to freeze water.

Ming's face fell as she listened to Tatsuya explain, heartbroken for the moment by his reminder. A boy, that was right, except he wasn't really anymore. No matter what he thought of himself, having the genitalia and the hormones went a very long way. That thought made her blush, maybe she was assuming too much about Tatsuya's change? Could it be the change was purely cosmetic? Could Tatsuya only be half a woman?

"Y-yes but," she began to argue but then she paid proper attention to the rest of his words and a grin crossed her face. She had said Kimono!

"My dress is a Kimono!" Ming answered, her face brightening as the conversation turned towards her passion. With a flourish she pulled another book three inches thick from the same bag and dropped it in her lap. A bit of page flipping later and she came to 'the' dress, the dress that had plagued her mind since the very first time Renzo has purposed. With a bright smile she held the book up to show off her design.

"I've already finished sewing most of it," she chattered, her finger's caressing the ink design, "You see, I've mixed the traditional kimono style with lace sleeves and an entirely white design." She held the book open for a long time, absolutely certain that Tatsuya would have at least half as much care for her creation as she did. Anything less would have been awful.

"A-actually I wanted to ask you... Your change, how through was it? I-I mean at the hot springs everything was but I mean..." she started to bring up the subject of earlier thought, considering it information she should probably know. Even though she felt that way, Ming hid behind the still open binder with a blush;this was too embarrassing."

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Relieved we're dropping that subject? Yes, Tatsuya was definitely relieved Ming didn't pry. It wasn't something he'd have explained anyway.

Personal business happened at home, as far as he was concerned. Besides, he didn't really like his Monolith office that much, and would rather not drag himself up to it any more than necessary. Going to the Monolith at all was a nuisance, and he definitely didn't want to invite too many people into his home away from home in the nice, cozy ANBU Cove.

"I've..." his coat had a property like that in some pockets, though not to that extent, which he used to store spare weapons and the water bottles during the Sand trip, and his family had seals to that effect. But oddly, he'd always considered such tricks a family thing, not something people generally had access to. "...never seen a bag like that before," he lied lamely, knowing it would probably be seen through.

He had forgotten, or misremembered, that Ming hadn't seen the vines before, then dismissed it as irrelevant. It didn't matter, at this point.

He glanced at Ming's blushing with some curiosity, vines occupied with opening cupboards and taking teacups.

"The reminder didn't bother you, did it?" It had been considerably more gentle than the one he gave the ANBU. "I've corrected a lot of people on it lately. Too much emphasis on physical appearance, too little on the actual person..."

He could always change back. And give up everything to be himself again, but...

No. Not...not when I've gotten this far.

He blinked, startled. He had assumed Ming would make something, well--girly. Then again, it made sense, considering how traditional Ren was. It was likely he would favour a kimono over a suit, too. That was one of the reasons he thought he could manage one.

"It is?" He decided to keep the 'girly' thought to himself. Even if it was pink...but it wasn't. It was white. "It's very pretty, but...are you sure that colour's appropriate? For him, yes, but..." he coughed. "Forgive me, that's a new superstition anyway. I'm sure it will be quite lovely on you."

Emotional displays indicative of a healthy person, from Tatsuya? He was ever the sort of reserved person about such things.

As shown by his face becoming a blank mask as he served the tea.

"I am completely physically female," he said blandly, no special tone to his voice. "I still have all the scars I had before. But I am a woman in body entirely...something I have been finding very annoying in most ways."

Of course, some emotion did manage to creep in at the end there, but it showed only in his voice and not his face, and was very low to begin with. But it was definitely irritation.

"Some people treat me as a woman and some don't, of course," he added, taking a sip of his tea. "I prefer those who don't. I've even started thinking of ways to try and make myself my real self again temporarily, sometimes."

Not 'my old self.' 'My real self.'



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:32 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
Ming wasn't at all vexed by the lie, it gave her a subject to chatter about as she leafed through books; and about her favourite subject too. "It's a bit of an heirloom and I promised to give it to Yuii one day though I'm not too certain I could bare to part with it. I'm really... not to certain how big it gets in there, I'm a little frightened to find out, but Yuii once climbed inside and stayed hidden for an entire week once. I thought she was back at our current home village then we arrive in Leaf and..." He grinned a little, because it was funny telling the story now years later. At the time, when she had found Joji again who had wandered off with her bag, she'd nearly died of shock seeing Yuii. But that was just one of many stories involving the small girl's amazing ability to get into, go to or be anywhere no matter the precautions. Ming had literally tied her to a chair once, as an infant and Yuii had escaped.

"Joji, one of our traveling companions -he's the Yukage if you're heard of Yugakure- accidentally walked away with my bag and he was scared half to death when she popped out." she finished, shaking her head in assumed shared disbelief, "Actually, this was shortly before we came across Ren and yourself..." which should give some accurate picture of just how young Yuii had been at the time; this wasn't a ninja child either.

Ming cast a few more sidelong looks at the vines, finding them eye catching and fascinating to look at. She wasn't one to pry into other's own personal powers though, and while one talk with the ghost walker Enzan had opened her mind up to the differences of bloodlines and core abilities she wasn't about to go around asking who had what and classifying. That was most certainly the job of a pushy medical professional.

Ming blinked several times, gathered her thoughts then shook her head. No, she wasn't uncomfortable but she imagines he must be. There were so many differences that having a different body caused, once could see it in the males who used non chakra methods to become women, and Ming couldn't imagine the difficulty of adjusting when you didn't feel the gender you were changed into.

"How can you be comfortable marrying someone in this body? I'm sorry, I don't mean that to sound rude, it just baffles me. Marriage does imply a sexual relationship and if there is nothing else in the world that makes you feel like a woman than it's..." Ming's cheeks flared up, because her experience was exactly where that joke about appropriateness had come from. She didn't enjoy being experienced, in fact it ashamed her to no end. She shifted uncomfortably and searched for a new subject to discuss but there wasn't really much getting around this talk.

Ming took a trying sip of her tea and thought. "I can imagine that it has been difficult for you," Ming murmured, trying to imagine it again and failing. There were so many differences between men and women, so many fluctuations and emotions to ride that would never had existed before. Had Tatsu found himself crying on any occasion, or yelling then been baffled as to what had triggered such an outburst> Training be damned, sometimes you just needed to scream. Women, as a whole, tended to band together more than men and create support groups at a young age to help them through, somehow Ming guess Tatsuya had not managed that. And if he was completely female then there was...

"Did you think you were dying the first time?" Ming asked, unable to keep a little laughter from her voice. She assumed of course that Tatsu knew of what she was speaking. Somehow it was very satisfying that Tatsuya was annoyed though, it would only have annoyed her if he claimed to find the adjustment easy, "I have a tea if..."

She cut herself off, frowning. Real self versus old self shouldn't have annoyed her but it did. Renzo was marrying them both but Ming had no illusions that he would have asked Tatsuya if he did not have a female body now. Ren most definitely preferred women, so was this a trick of Tatsu's to get what he wanted? Somehow it was offensive to think of someone becoming part of her gender for that, or not enjoying it once he became so.

"What so wrong with become a woman?" Ming defended idly, setting her cup on her knee and shifting the book in her lap, "Even if you weren't born to it, I'm sure if you were willing to give it a better chance...besides you have you change to thank for gaining Ren's affections. Men, most men, cannot be forced to be attracted to a body like there own, no matter how admirable the personality. What is a wife but a best friend you may also..." More blushing, because while the act was no trouble it was very difficult to speak of sex outside of the setting for Ming.

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"For a week?" Tatsuya was shocked. "How on earth did she manage that? There surely isn't enough space in there for a person to live comfortably, is there? Even a very small person... Not to mention how she took care of herself, at that age..."

Of course he'd be more alarmed about that. Pulling up a mention of a child would always catch his attention sharply. Especially if that child was Yuii.

"Well..." he murmured, swirling his tea. "So she's always been a bit of a handful, hm? I met someone else who knew her a while back, and he said, ah," he cleared his throat, but he had to say this now since he'd neglected it earlier, "apparently, she intended to marry me..." he looked quite embarrassed as he said it, as if he wasn't at all used to that sort of thing. It explained her behaviour, of course, but it was off-putting for him.

He'd vaguely heard of the village, but he couldn't place it in his mind or on a map. His knowledge of lands outside theirs was quite abysmal, mostly due to training but also lack of interest.

He shifted a little, uncomfortably, while drinking a bit more tea; truthfully he'd rather have something cold to drink, but this was unfamiliar ground, and he needed something for the knot in his stomach.

It proved to be a very good thing a minute later, though he nearly choked on it--but it only took him a second to recover enough to respond.

"Yes...I've thought of that," he coughed. "I...I don't know. I don't think...that is, I know it will feel different, even though I've not...always been the dominant one before," his cheeks turned red and he didn't look right at Ming during that part, "and I know it has to feel different. But...I don't think that will change my identity. And I do love Ren that much."

That was something he would never, ever let go on. It was a difficult situation, and he knew he had an out, could always change back. And he might have reconsidered it, or thought harder, if he had an unknown amount of time stretching before him. But even with the choice, he'd always choose Renzo over himself.

He shrugged, maybe a bit more carelessly than he felt about it. "Yes." No point denying it. "But I know who I am. I always have. I was never exactly normal for a man, either, and I wouldn't expect to be normal now." He hesitated. "It's mostly in that I get treated differently by a lot of people," he admitted finally. "Particularly Ren, and not just in the romantic sense. My personality is the same as ever, but it's just now he's noticing I've been hurt in the past. Treats me like I'm fragile when I'm not," he made a face. "It's very rare to find a person who reacts the same way to me they did before without me correcting them."

Those who had known him long enough before, of course, though not even all of them. And that was the problem, more than his body. Other people were making him uncomfortable.

He bit his lip, debated pretending he didn't know what she meant, but that would serve no point. "A...a little. But I have the medication, and I had healing at the time..." he trailed off uncertainly. "I don't find it that bad I guess."

That, of course, was underplaying his actual reaction the first time, but no one knew about that. And it would stay that way.

He preferred not to remember it.

"Nothing," he sensed a trap in the words, a little, and answered honestly. "But I'm not one. It has nothing to do with giving it a chance--it's simply not part of my identity. And yes, I do have that to..." he stared into his teacup.

That was one of the things really bothering him.

"I am still me," he said quietly. "I am still a man, inside. Yet Ren does not recognize that. He treats me like a woman through and through. The only thing that has changed is me on the outside. But if I tell him that, do I lose him?" he shuddered. "If I told him the truth, would he again refuse my affections? Because the change is only physical, and he seems to think otherwise."

Awkwardly, he tried to draw the topic away again.

"But I am one of those people who doesn't see physical sex as an issue. I've been with men and women both as myself." He attempted to smile, but as always it came out crooked. "My most serious relationship other than this was with another man."

Though I did call myself a fool, for falling for a straight man.

"Ah..." he blushed a little again, though lightly. "I don't think of it like that...though that may be more to my upbringing, I don't know..."



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PostPosted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:54 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
"She told us she slept most of it though the idea of that never sit well with me either. There was food in the bag but she was, I swear to you, perfectly healthy when we found her. As for the space? I didn't think there was enough for her to hide in here either but she climbed right in to prove it. I find strange things still." Ming explained, defending her own guardian skills as well as trying to making Tatsu calm down on the matter. Yuii was, obviously, alright but it was surprising how critical some people could be even after the fact. From then on, of course, she was careful to make sure Yuii was exactly where she told her to go; Ming would never allow herself to be fooled by Yuii again. (Heh)

"Always." she affirmed, sipping her tea, "Someone else? Hm, a young man perhaps? The ninja who brought her home let her call him sensei. I wouldn't worry about her saying something like that though, Yuii also decided she wanted to marry Joji while we were traveling with him and before that a young woman who served as tea and would bring extra cookies... " Ming shrugged, showing a lack of concern. Yuii would come around after the marriage, if she was serious in her claims. Ming had a feeling that once Yuii realized there was still a place in their lives even with these changes she would quit all this talk of marriage.

Ming watched with some amusement as Tatsu recovered from the conversation turn, though she was careful to keep it from her features. She smiled sympathetically when she had stopped coughing and took a long sip of her own drink to show how proper drinking was done.

Ming nodded, glancing around the room uncomfortably, "I'm not doubting your feelings, don't worry about that. Just-" she paused, thought then continued, "it IS different and I'm worried that you'll either find it too intrusive or- I just don't want anything to go wrong. Ren is finally allowing himself this, allowing us this and yet I worry."

Ming was a worrier, that much was certain and so while she loved Ren  dearly she couldn't help but worry that something would go wrong. Looking the the trend of her own life, his and possibly even Tatsu's the likelihood of something going wrong before the wedding happened. But there was also the chance that something happened on the wedding night, she had to be sure Tatsuya was prepared for what was to come. She would do the same for Ren too, nothing could go wrong.

The direction their wedding night would take was no illusion either and by the way Tatsu has spoken before about teaching the other knew it too. But then, to what capacity was she meant to teach both parties about the functions of the female body. Was she okay with this?

Yes, she was fine, but she wasn't about to let Tatsu push himself into doing things he hated; love be damned.

Ming smiled knowingly, not even trying to hide her satisfaction. The female gender was filled with discomforts and it was just so -nice- that even one man in any capacity knew what it was like. She would be sure to be as helpful as she could, but she'd still be satisfied.

Ming sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose; this was exactly the kind of feeling that could ruin harmony. Was her life going to be this now, reassuring not only Renzo but his other wife? "He can't help but treat you gently, just as you cannot help but think of yourself as male. Ren has grown up attracted to women, been taught to be polite to women. He couldn't be attracted to you before, even if he wanted to be, and now he can. I'm sure he still thinks of you as the same person but he cannot fight his nature nor will there be a tactful way for him to explain -why- he can love you now. Just don't trouble yourself on this" And Kami, was was she playing therapist, she should have just let the relationship die so she could have him to herself.

No, that just wasn't in her nature; damn it.

"I supposed you want something terribly boring and masculine don't you?" Ming asked lightly, scanning a page of her book then dismissing the style as frumpy. She wasn't about to give Tatsuya the option of choosing a bad style because she had the feeling that once he had chosen something he would stubbornly stand by it. She wouldn't allow him to see the worst of the lot, the things he might try to choose.

"Would you prefer a white kimono or something with colour? Coloured Kimono are traditional enough, but you have to keep in mind that Ren will likely wear blue and it is a summer wedding so there are colours that must be avoided," No, you totally couldn't tell this was her profession, not at all.

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"No, I don't blame you, just...that's amazing..." Tatsuya shook his head a little. "I guess weight or air wouldn't be an issue with a bag like that, so there wouldn't be much way to know she was in there at all. And to be that small and able to take care of herself...that's impressive."

He didn't sound critical, but rather impressed. He was more thinking that he doubted most average children would be unable to do such a thing without training, but then he didn't know whether Ming had trained her in that or not. Somehow he doubted it. Still, the fact that the sheer boredom of being all alone for a solid week hadn't made her jump out earlier was amazing.

"His name was Kazamatsuri Sho, he might have been the person who brought her back, since I met him here in Mist." he relaxed a little at Ming's words, since if Yuii was that prone to claiming such things, it wasn't a big deal. "Hmm. Though I can't help but think this could have been avoided if someone hadn't told stories of me that painted me in an overly flattering light...Tsukiyomi caused me more trouble than she will ever know while we were in leaf, I'm sure," his distaste for that persona inhabiting Ren was obvious, though some of the real reasons he still hid.

It was Tsukiyomi who had wounded him with ice, and Tsukiyomi who had run all around Leaf avoiding him after assigning him to be bodyguard, and Tsukiyomi who would not listen when he spoke of security measures. Mostly, it was her who had doubted his loyalty to Ren, a thing that he felt should never be questioned.

He was still shifting a little uneasily, though, and wishing he'd gotten juice for himself rather than tea.

He coughed. "I don't doubt it's intrusive. But, well, I'm no stranger to being submissive to another man sexually...so..." he did turn red again, and ducked, taking a drink and changing his silent prayer to wishing he'd had alcohol instead.

That had been the subject of some of his fantasies with Renzo, admittedly, and still was. Not that he didn't feel some sexual frustration still, considering as he had no idea what to do to, ah, relieve himself, but...

Well. That didn't really matter, or wouldn't. It would be a non-issue soon enough.

He was still shifting around and looking as if he wanted to discuss absolutely anything else but well, he'd always been bad at not being drawn out in conversation.

"If he knows I'm me, he should stop thinking of me as a different person," he had difficulty putting into words why he felt that should be so. "Or maybe I ought to tell him such. Mm. Don't you think we should be honest with him about such issues that bother us?" He tried to give a pointed glare, but knew due to his own discomfort he'd failed somewhat. "Besides...plenty of people still treat me the same...I'm not sure why he changed."

He couldn't leave it alone, really. It was rather...annoying, to be referred to as the wrong gender constantly.

"Uhm," he peered at the book. "Modest, maybe? Something in yellow, or brown. Long sleeves of course, and I'm not wearing sandals. I really don't know anything at all about style, but I'm not comfortable showing my body off. Not when it...doesn't feel like my body. And I don't know what matches blue, is yellow all right? Pale, nothing bright," he added quickly.

He indicated the cape lying on top of his couch for a reference, then felt foolish as his shirt was the same colour.

"Something like this?"



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PostPosted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:23 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
Ming smiled, a light dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. She had played a part in Yuii's infatuation with Renzo, seeing no harm in feeling the girl stories of a brave dragon. None of them were probably true but making them up had gotten both sisters through a very difficult time. Not that she was about to admit as much to Tatsuya, not when his actions had in some way lent to the tragedy as well. They should never  have left them alone.

Ming felt sick to her stomach but she steadily refused to acknowledge that source of the pain.

"Ah, I see," Ming answered, her tine very assuming as she peered past her glass at Tatsuya. Her emerald coloured eyes combed over the other, as if searching for outward signs that might have lent her some clue to Tatsuya's true sexual nature. It was difficult to search a man turned woman for such tell tale signs and looking back on her first meeting with him as a man she remembered thinking it was a woman Tatsu was in love with. She suspected though that Tatsuya had never been in love with any woman, not that she could blame her- him for that. She couldn't blame Tatsuya for much after their discussion in the hot springs and now their shared engagement.

Yes, she decided, she could see the Tatsuya of her memory bending to other men though the thought of him and Renzo together like that brought colour to her cheeks. It was hard to think of Ren being, what was the scientific term, pitcher in a relationship such as that. Tatsuya was just taller and every good woman knew that height was everything. She needed to get off this train of thought, now, before she embarrassed herself.

"T-then it wont be much different," she murmured, pressing a pair of fingers to her lips thoughtfully and looking to the side. At this angle, at that moment her neck shimmered with a pattern of flowers but it was gone so quickly it may as well been an illusion. Ming seemed not to notice as she tapped her fingers against her mouth in a candid display of not paying attention to how uncomfortable Tatsuya was even though they both knew she was. "It's a-a little easier really...since it's meant..."

Tilting her head back, Ming smiled patiently, "Just don't be surprised when he can't answer you why," she answered, shrugging her shoulders slightly, "i can;t imagine he's noticed it or feels hes treating you in a way you wouldn't like. You're probably put him on the spot by pointing it out and he'll feel trapped. May I suggest? I'll talk to him about it and I'll see what can be worked out, afterward I'll let you know and you two can talk about it with him having had time to think it out." It really was for the best, knowing how Ren bumbled his way through talks with women. He was great as a leader but when it came to dealing with the females in his life, Ren stank.

With a pleasant chuckle Ming nodded and started to flip through the book of designs at a faster pace. There were a few styles she had in mind that could tie in with everything, so long as she stick to yellow... and maybe a little pink. Her feathers had ruffled at the idea of no sandals but she smoothed her nerves down for the moment. The war of fashion would be won in small battles.

"Anything less than Tabi and Geta would be inappropriate in a kimono," Ming chided, indicating the to the identical footwear of the young models in most of her pictures. The high buttoned sucks and raised footwear were not difficult to wear and men wore the same so she couldn't imagine where this objection had come from. Ming took a breath and continued, "A kimono is very awkward with anything else, I can see about perhaps sewing the tabi to the geta for greater stability if you think you're going to be fighting a battle in your wedding clothes but otherwise, absolutely nothing else will do."

Tatsuya was just lucky the colour yellow suited him, Ming had no troubles telling someone when their clothing choices were fashion massacre. "You're marrying the Mizukage, try and remember that, its very important everything be modest and as traditional as possible. Now, would you prefer a floral print or something with animals... I'm afraid Kimono a male pattern wouldn't suit"

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Tatsuya would...feel guilty, if he knew that he'd actually contributed to Ming and Yuii getting hurt, but ultimately decided he couldn't have known at the time. He had acted out of concern as well as selfish motives, after all, so he couldn't legitimately blame himself. Not that he didn't blame himself for many, many things that weren't his fault to start with, but when Renzo was involved, it was different.

There were little signs, maybe--the way he carried himself, the way he held himself, the way he reacted to things and what he knew. The sharpness of his attitude, sometimes, that didn't match what someone his birth would have been trained to naturally as a woman. Little things, that maybe weren't a lot, but when they added up it was enough to leave the right impression, if you had known him before.

(He thought of that often enough for anyone, really--any further imaginings of Tatsuya and Renzo together were wholly unnecessary, as no matter what quota one set, he met them easily on his own.)

"Oh? Good, then," he hummed lightly and jumped when he realized he was, quickly going back to his tea and peering at the book Ming was flipping through. "It's been long enough since I've slept with anyone, that I'm a little glad I won't have to take the lead..." his cheeks coloured again and he hastily dropped it.

Not that anything else they were discussing was much less uncomfortable, but slightly was enough.

"You'd...do that?" he glanced at her, baffled. They'd never exactly been especially helpful to each other. "That would be quite kind of you. Is there anything you'd like from me? I feel as if I've not been that good to you in the past, and I don't quite deserve your help."

Really, he was leaving himself open there, but he doubted that she'd use it to get him to swear his word on the outfits, at least not into one he didn't like. And...well, he figured the subject of footwear had just been dropped, and he was thinking he'd won that one.

Or not. He really didn't have much more experience with girls than Ren did.

"...you can't hide weapons in sandals," he said finally, thinking he wouldn't get away without a justification. "Without some kind of weapon, even just a knife in my boot, I feel naked. That's why I usually wear my jacket--and even now, I have knives taped to my legs, despite knowing how safe this place is."

He'd gone every waking minute of every day of his life with at least one weapon on him when he could, since the day he knew how to use one. Hard habit to break.

"Not floral," he almost flinched even at the mention of it. "A simple pattern, basic shapes maybe. I'm not the fancy type at all, I don't want anything complicated or elaborate...and something I can move in, of course."

It went without saying he'd have the ANBU as guards for the whole event.



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PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:34 am 	Reply with quoteEdit/Delete this postBack to top
"We're a family now, it's the least I can do. You will keep this in mind when Ren and I fight. It's inevitable really, we have a lot left unsaid." Ming answered, straightening uncomfortably in her seat. Marriage, moving in together, that was all a formality when everything had progressed so far. She had to set aside the bad blood, HAD the be the better person.

She choked a little, took a sip of tea then nodded. She would be taking the lead? Well, that would be interesting... very interesting.

Well, if that was the only problem Ming was here to help.

"For a high ranking shinobi your are not very imaginative are you, Tatsu-chan?" Ming teased, fishing out a pencil from her bag with an easy gesture. She flipped to an empty page of the binder and in clean, easy stroked drew a normal set of geta sandals. The tip of her tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth as she began to add onto that, adding a diagram to show hidden compartments in the thick base.

As she worked, twisting the page this way and that, she explained, "Geta base may be made of a stronger material and hallowed up in order to create a storage compartment. This is a common smuggling method amongst kunoichi, picked up, as my teacher said, from criminals. Men will not suspect or even search a well dressed woman." Ming smiled slightly, knowing this trick all too well. That bit of survivalism had held true in much of the time she had traveled, outside the lawless and fearsome country of fire. There had been plenty of things the local authorities would search for when an unwed young 'mother' and her child joined the village, or an elder sister with her younger sister, wandered into town, but they'd never found them.

"So I can, instead of making compartments, make slots in which you can store blades. You could have a choice of switch blades or short blades, though the blades would be quite short. Also, if I made your tabi socks long and garter belt them you could have the option of attaching blades to those." She turned the sketch and dumped it in Tatsuya's lap for viewing and didn't skip a beat in addressing the next issue.

"Even a couple flowers? They're good luck charms. If you allow me to add a bit i'll let you hide a sword in your Obi. I suspect you wont pull that one off properly without my input so don't say a word otherwise. In fact, it takes someone else's help in order to properly tie one, you're not sneaking one in without me." Ming settled back in her chair, crossing her arms smugly. There would be more than a few but Tatsu wouldn't be seeing 'his' kimono in finished form until the day; no time to deny.

Flowers would grow on him, she was certain of it.

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"You and Ren fight?" Tatsuya lifted an eyebrow, not quite believing it to be possible. "Forgive me, I doubt it will happen. It seems more likely to me he will agree with you on nearly everything. I can't see the two of you actually fighting on something...but I will try, if you do."

Even then, he didn't seem to believe it would happen; in his experience Renzo was non-confrontational with women. That was one of the things that had bothered him so about the change in attitude--the two of them had clashed on opinion only before, and not after. He didn't really think it was due to similar patterns in their thinking.

"It's not that," he said defensively, with a glance at his shelves of science fiction books. "I prefer simple things to complicated ones for myself. I'd really rather not be covered in designs. If I have to do anything complicated, wouldn't my own vines manage for that? They don't flower, but I am not really fond of flowers...they can't even speak, as trees do," he added as an afterthought, not sure why he said it. Certainly plants talking to him had never really been helpful.

The sense was a different matter, but the speech was unhelpful.

He blinked and watched her draw, envying the skill a little. He might have been artistic if he'd ever been allowed to be, but as it was the only art he managed was with his body, with a weapon in hand.

"I've never heard of that," he admitted, proving her right. "I would search anyone, of course, but most women I know are not shy about their weapons, if they carry any. The use of concealed weapons was, I thought, undervalued nowadays." He didn't mention that he fell sharply into that 'criminals' category, since he didn't like to think so anymore. He was trying so hard not to be one, after all.

With what time I have left. He pushed that thought away.

"I don't suppose there's any way for me to hide a polearm or a crossbow?" he asked hopefully, not actually believing it. "I don't do nearly so well with blades as those...I'm sure a shield is out of the question, so I won't even ask about that..."

He glanced at the polearm in the corner, just slightly shorter than he was, then at the shield just visible behind the couch which was large enough to cover his entire back. He stopped having to crane his neck and twist himself when Ming dumped the sketch on him, instead studying it.

"Flowers and me don't mix," he shook his head. "Vines maybe, or leaves. But I don't want to wear something that looks too feminine, not at all," he bit his lip at the offer for a sword, but in the end shook his head. He didn't work with a sword well enough for that to be too temping an offer. "I wouldn't sneak a sword. If I were to sneak anything...well, my main weapons are too hard to sneak. They'd be noticeable." He tilted his head, considering, then shook it. "There's no way you can help me smuggle a spear in anyway."

If there was, there was much he would agree to for that. Possibly flowers, even.


Ming gave Tatsu a pinched smile and shock her head, "I am a woman of few words," she admitted, as if that was not apparent when one observed her in daily life. Then again, Tatsu has always caught her during her long winded moments; she always did get passionate when it came to fashion and love. "When Ren gets angry with me, he will ignore me and stop speaking with me. I find it too exhausting to plead with him and so everything goes left unsaid. eventually Ren decides to speak to me again, we will be fine, and then the subject will come up again and... well."

Yuii always said she hated her sister most when she was silent angry and Ming could not blame her. It was worse than dealing with the emotions like an adult and yet she had difficulty getting past all that. "But for others, I can be quite loud. So perhaps this will be a good balance, neh?"

Yes, everything would be just fine if she let it be. She just had to relax.

"Flowers speak just fine," Ming defended, her fingers touching her neck, " but their life is short, they have to speak loudly and can only get a few messages out. Kiyo said trees had a long time to learn to talk but flowers were like sweet pets who wanted only to be enjoyed." Her own curse had been written in the angry side of flower language, she had worked in the properties of of plant life and so she found it rude for flowers to be dismissed so.

Ming pursed her lips, a sure sign she was unhappy but was going to drop the argument for now. What else could she do? There WOULD be flowers on Tats' dress, she would just never know it until it was too late. "Fin, vines."

At least she understood Tatsu's fascination with vines, though Ming wasn't going around putting snowflakes on everything.

"Kirigakure does not engage in any such missions anymore?" Well, maybe he just didn't know about it. Ming knew that her missions had always been direct from the Kage and the fewer who knew about such the better. Infiltration was hard enough without snitches. "Ah well, you should give it a thought sometime. There are many ways to hide a weapon. My hairpins, for example..." Well, he could probably guess.

She doubted Tatsu would be wearing hairpins.

"Oh, so now you want to get picky. No, no spear can be hidden in a Kimono like that. You will take my offers or you will go without. Goodness, my bag might be something else but I'm not capable of doing the same with clothing." She sighed, went to drink more tea, and found her cup to be empty. With an annoyed click of her tongue she set the cup down on the table between them and crossed her arms. "So no, I can't hide that, your only solution would be item sealing scrolls which I COULD hide in an obi so put some thought into that.

That's right, Ming had been a shinobi too. No need to forget it.

"No flowers, I get is," there would be flowers, "I'll see about a tasteful patter with vines, "and flowers, tiny flowers, " do you have a favorite type of plant? A favorite type of vine?" and did it have a flower or was she going to have to make something up. No, there was nothing about her that gave away her scheming but Tatsuya had no hope. "Yellow, vines, keep it simple, and I suppose all the other wedding plans are on me if you're not fond of flowers. Flowers are expected, there will be plenty. Yellow, white and blue seems like the colours and I suppose we should have it outside? I'd rather that anyhow, I have a place in mind."

Ming paused, falling into silence as she decided if what she had to say next was proper or not.

"I..." she began, the words feeling heavy. Was she really going to say this? No. "Eyah, nevermind. I just would like everything to work out smoothly. I keep expecting something to go terribly wrong. My tea is done and I think I have an idea of what to create. I just need your measurements."

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This time both Tatsuya's eyebrows went up, for every time they met it seemed they ranted at each other and spoke greatly. Even the first time they had met, that had been true. Then again, he wasn't a talkative person himself. It might have implied a certain level of acceptance in each other, at least, even if not quite the basis for a friendship. It would do for their purposes.

"Ren acts...a bit like a child in that way," he said slowly, letting the ideas form as the words did. "It makes me wonder if he must have been spoiled when he was young, since when he doesn't get his way he seems to sulk, or get quite, quite mad. He doesn't act like someone who is used to be questioned or argued with...he expects me to listen without question, something I find quite exasperating."

He tilted his head, itching for just an instant to reach out with a vine and grab something. Hopefully not a weapon. He restrained himself, though he still felt he was being teased in some way.

"I suppose," he said finally, before finishing his tea. "I'm rather quiet myself, but..."

He quirked an eyebrow, then realized she thought he was speaking figuratively, when he meant literally.

"I don't mean what meaning people read into them. I mean actually speaking," he tilted his head. If he just reached out, he could hear the trees outside, the ones that separated Mist from the mountains in the north and the ones that trailed down the path to the reservoir. "I don't know that many people can hear them, but I can. Flowers have no voice at all, they may as well not be alive."

Well, there was the chance he was only attuned to other plants, could only hear large voices, but he doubted that.

"Good..." Tatsuya was bad at reading women, oh so bad.

He actually thought he'd won that one.

"Not that I know of, or at least not officially," he shrugged lightly. "I've been in the ANBU branch my entire career. I wouldn't know if conventional missions were that way or not." He did peer at her hairpins, though. More ways to conceal weapons were always good. Of course, he wouldn't want to go overboard on it like one of his cousins did, but...

He raised an eyebrow, then stood and went to fetch his jacket, setting the book back on the table as he stood. He draped the jacket over his chair, inside out, then pulled out a knife that was just a little too long to fit in the pocket it came out of. Then he slid it back in silently.

"I can't do much, of course, not enough to hide one of my larger weapons. I think the most I can stretch something out is a few inches. It works the same way as the seals I set up around here, to keep this place safe, if you felt them," he added as an afterthought. "Is it possible to do it a few inches short? Probably not, but I might as well ask, and I suppose I'll deal with a sword if you can't. I don't like sealing scrolls much."

Slowed down reaction and drawing time too much. He didn't like limiting his access to his weapons.

"There are types?" he asked blankly. "I suppose, anything with leaves rather than thorns? Ivy might be nice." When he said he spoke to plants, rather than of them, he meant it. Plants didn't know or care for the names humans gave them, so he didn't know them either. "I might be able to have something to do with the food, but I'm really not much for decorating."

He waved his hand around his utilitarian apartment, as if to let it speak for itself.

"Hm?" He gave a questioning head tilt, then shrugged it off. "I'm sure it will, as long as we're prepared." His tone made it very clear the way in which he'd be prepared--with steel and chakra. "Wait...measurements?"

At which point he looked very squeamish.