Skeet Shooting (Rated M)

[Malice]

She laughed at his eagerness to see what she had in her and stood up brushing off her kimono looking at the balloon that was slowly floating away. Her amythest eyes calculated the disance and where it would go. It all happened in a second that she did this and said, "Don't blink", then threw the shuriken. It didn't even look like she had thrown anything her arm moving probably look like a blur to most people. The balloon was it and she started to run after her falling shuriken and caught it in her hand by the handle. She also caught the destoryed balloon to bring back to him.

She sat down and laid out the balloon in his lap smirking. "There? Happy?" she asked him taking a rock out of the skin of her foot from the running with out her wooden shoes. It didn't hurt but it still stung just a bit. Houka then laid back out the way she had before she had to get up.

[Drake]

While Drake's trained eyes caught her movements, he was still pleasantly surprised at just how fast she moved. Holding up the popped balloon, he looked through the almost-perfect shuriken-sized hole in it. "Wow...you ARE good." He said, thoroughly impressed.

Looking at her, he saw her pull the rock out of her foot. Wincing a bit at it, he felt bad. "Sorry about that."

[Malice]

"Yes well I've done better, such as hit a human about a hundred feet away but that was mostly because the wind carried it!" she told him laughing as she put her shuriken back in the holder on her thigh. She looked at him when he apologized but she just brushed it aside with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry so much! I just didn't stop to put on my shoes! It doesn't hurt, trust me! A bamboo stick to the back hurts ten times worse than a rock in your foot ever could!" she chuckled thinking of all of the times her mother had had to use the bamboo stick. Houka was always doing something wrong so it was only natural.

[Drake]

"Bamboo stick to the back? Ouch." Drake voiced the pain that he didn't actually feel, but he could imagine it. He'd been threatened by people who wanted him beaten, but they never actually caught him. "I' probably shouldn't ask, but when were you hit with a bamboo stick? I hope this isn't family troubles again."

[Malice]

He was so polite that it made her smile at him with a kind of thankful grin. She didn't mind him asking questions because her family was her past and she had left her past in a far far away place that she would never go to anymore. "Yeah it wasn't all that fun!" she laughed being very proud of herself for years at her ability to laugh off her beatings. They had only hurt for a while then the pain melted into modivation. "I probably still have a few scars from it too! Remind me to show you sometime!" she chuckled playing around with a wink.

"I was always doing something dishonorable in my family back then," she told him remembering back when she had gotten her first real beating. "It was either that I didn't sit right, was slouching, put on my kimono wrong, or beat up the neighbor boy but there was always something they could find to penilize me for!"

[Drake]

Drake laughed at the last one. "You beat up the neighbor boy? Ha, sounds like you were a samurai even as a child!" He exclaimed. "Well, I guess neither of us will be going back home anytime soon. But my story's nowhere near as interesting as yours." Drake added with a grin.

[Malice]

"Well what was I supposed to do?!" she asked holding her arms out in an overly dramatic way. "He tried to grab where he autnot to grab! My parents told me it was a compliment or something like that and you know what I said? Fuck no! Boy did I get a beating for that one!" She laughed brightly pushing some of her dark black hair out of her creamy face looking over at him. Houka liked his silver hair and soft, boyish eyes.

"Not interesting? Try me, Drake-Kun!" she told him leaning in further so that she was close to his body with hers. Tease, yes, easy, no! She just loved flirting and right now everyone around could tell that the little Geisha look-alike was flirting shamelessly. She was also having a good time with the conversations! It was fun to talk to Drake! He was always interesting and funny with that boy-like charm.

[Drake]

Drake couldn't stop laughing; he was now doubled over while sitting on the ground if you can imagine that. When he finally composed himself, he had to take some deep breaths. "God, if there's more people like you here, maybe I might stay a while." He said, when he caught his breath. Her moving closer to him didn't escape his eye, but he simply smirked, gazing at her face for a few moments, before turning to look up at the sky.

"My family...Ah, where do I start? Well, they didn't really have a problem with my dressphere choice, but I was a *really* bad child." Drake said. He couldn't help but grin as he thought back on the final event that got him kicked out of his hometown. "There was a buildup of events, like me sort of ruining this construction site where they were building something. I never did figure out what. But the last straw was when I stole from the governor."

[Malice]

She laughed with him loving the way he gave that kind of amused look when he was happy like this. There was nothing she liked more than making someone laugh and be happy. "Well than you but I pride myself in knowing that I am a much tougher girl than most!" she told him with dignity her dark violet eyes sparkling with secrets that she had yet to tell him. It only made her want to tell him more of herself and to get to know him even better.

"Oh you were a naughty little boy!" she told him laughing at the thought of robbing the Governor. "I once stole the bamboo stick from the head Geisha but then I got caught and they beat me with it! It's kind of ironic but I'm no Thief!" She thought it was funny, now, how they used to treat her.

[Drake]

"Aw, you let yourself get caught?" Drake asked. "You stealing that stick would've served them right. Poetic justice or something like that." He added. "And I like to think that children wouldn't have to be so rebellious if they were given some freedom. At least I know I wouldn't. For all I know, you might've still been beating up boys." Drake said, grinning playfully at her at that last part. "But I'm glad you're living your life the way you want to now."

[Malice]

"I was only six years old cut me some slack! I wasn't as small as I am today you know?!" she said trying to glare but it turned into a smile then into a laugh. She had beaten up quite a few boys back then because of their little wandering hands. "But I did end up snatching it so that I could get one of those little boys from the neighborhood! I showed him what it was like to be a slut!" She knew that probably didn't make any sense so she tried to explain. "Oh sorry! Some people see Geisha's as whores but if you're brought up in a famous family than you're an educated woman and the lower class Geisha's are whores! Weird huh?"

She let another smile grace her pale lips as she nudged him lightly. "Now you just sound so sappy!" she joked around having gotten just a bit closer when nudging him. Houka knew that he could tell but she didn't care as long as she was just that much closer so she could tease him with her presence.

[Drake]

Drake laughed again. "You grabbed his...? Wow." He said, shocked. "I'm kind of ashamed of it now, but I probably would have been one of those boys in your wake of destruction back then. I was really...um...curious. Got my share of slaps though, and I quickly dropped that habit. You don't have to convince me, I know from experience that girls are stronger than they look!"

When she said he sounded sappy and nudged him, he turned his gaze from the sky back down to earth; to her. "I can't be loud and obnoxious ALL the time, can I? I have a deep side too, ya know." Drake said, trying to sound serious and horribly failing.

[Malice]

"Yeah but none of them had your boyish charm now did they?" she asked him with a sly look on her creamy face. Houka reached out to run her finger down a lock of his silver hair staring at the beautiful strand having never seen hair of that color. All of the hair in her old town had been black or brown and that was it. "Or silver hair! I'm sorry for touching you like this but is it your true hair color? If you want me to guess then there's always another way to figure it out." She cocked her eyebrow in mock humor laughing lightly pulling back her hand.

She just shook her head in a dramatic way. "But I love the badasses!" she told him with a pout in her lips then she smiled. Houka had always loved the company of men because women weren't all that much fun unless they were butch. Then they were interesting!

[Drake]

Drake put on a smirk when he felt her hand in his hair. Most everyone he met had been either fascinated or weirded out by his hair. "Well, I could just tell you that yes, it is natural, but I'm thinking your other way would be a lot more interesting." His smirk never faded; especially after her next comment. "Yet another thing I've never heard a girl say before. You've got me wondering what else will come out of your mouth. Don't get me wrong though, this is fun."

[Malice]

She returned his smirk then gave an innocent look as if she weren't thinking things that she shouldn't. Houka had always been very excentric since she had been forced to train as a Geisha. Who were they to tell her she had to be seen and not heard unless she had a witty come back for what one of her clients said. "Oh it would be very interesting, Drake-Kun!" she told him letting her gaze flicker southward for only a second before they were back on his eyes again.

"Hey, I lived half my life surrounded by a bunch of old guys that only wanted to buy my virginity! I've heard some pretty bad things come out of this here mouth of mine!" she told him tapping her long slender index finger to her lips while winking. She had hated the fact that she would have to let some old man fuck her before she could become what she had always wanted to be. Note the sarcasm, please and thank you!