A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

It took only about forever to get outside, and thankfully he hadn't crossed paths with anyone, though he did hear Ryota screaming at Hidan who was yelling back. Making his body go on just until he could lean up against the tree, he took a break to catch his breath. Once done he worked to get the knot of his bindings off. Rubbing them against the tree helped though it would result in making his wrists rubbed raw. Another forever-long moment and the bounds fell away, leaving his wrists cut from rubbing up against the tree. With that done he zipped his pants back up and fell back, exhausted.

Ryota gave up yelling when Hidan yelled to the entire base that he had been attempting to rape Sora. He growled slightly and rubbed his wounds, which were now hurting again thanks to him being an idiot and forgetting they were there before he tackled Hidan. He walked into the living room to find a few people sitting on the couch, not even looking phased by the yelling. Obviously they didn't beleive the albino, which wasn't surprising since he hated Sora's guts, and he had been most likely trying to kill him, but in an extremely suggestive looking position, for all they knew. At least that was what he hoped. They could all be just quietly accepting what Hidan said, and not making a big deal over it. He couldn't tell obviously, but him.

Since basically no one in the base cared for what Hidan spouted all day everyday, especially junk about his Jashin god, he was relatively certain people wouldn't go for whatever blasphemy was being spread around loudly and obnoxiously at this point. Sora was busy lying to himself right now. He was denying the fact that his mind had been set to almost curiously wait being penetrated from behind again. He was confused and wished he could have blamed it on his fever, but because of the adrenaline rush his fever had actually died down some. He didn't know what he was thinking anymore.

Ryota dropped onto the couch, wedged between his father and Kakuzu, crossing his arms in frustration. He kinda wanted to go find Sora again, just to kill him this time. If he was gone, that would take a big problem out of his life. And no more fights to the death. Sounded great, in his opinion. Especially since he wasn't in fighting shape, as he had proved only minutes before. He sighed and didn't bother, planning on killing him later instead.

(Ahhhhhh, I hurt..... >o<; In gym we had to do warm ups for oh, fifty some minutes, give or take, doing push-ups my shoulder fell out of the socket. Worst part was I was moving at the time so all this popping in my arm could be felt, so now I can hardly move >.< Way to go me, huh?))

Flushed from the experience and thoughts, Sora buried his face in his arm, closing his eyes as he tried to figure out why he'd think what he was thinking. And about Ryota at that. Ryota wasn't exactly attractive. Or well, he was, kind of, but he was too stupid for Sora's tastes to be what Sora would desire. He probably wasn't even good at sex. He didn't even know why he was contemplating sex with the blonde male. He was into girls, end of story.

((>.< uwaa!! Poor buddyy!! that sounds like it hurts >.< surprisingly, ive never done that. anything like that. never even sprained my ankle. worst ive done is stitches and cuts and bruises))

Ryota wasn't thinking much, just settling down to watch TV with a few of the other members, having no problem with what was on the screen. Some action movie with a lot of violence. Just what they all enjoyed. He didn't even think back to what he had been doing, since to him it was just scaring Sora, nothing more. He still felt nothing for the redhead but hatred, since they were pretty much sworn enemies.

((Hehe, amazing))

Something had to be wrong with him for envisioning him and Ryota in bed together. He wasn't sure what, but having been raped must have been a big part of it and all. He was sure about it at this point. Being the submissive partner, if he could have helped it or not, must have shocked his mind into thinking this way. He was always the top with the girls, being on the bottom for a male had been a drastic thing for him.

((^.^"))

Ryota sat on the couch for awhile, just watching the movie. He laughed along with the others as people were killed, and the villain of the movie shot the main charachter, leaving him for dead in a puddle of his own blood. Of course, in movies, the villain never won, so the blonde got up and leftbefore the dissapointment of the hero living got him. He walked down the hall to his room, dropping into his bed and grabbing his sketchbook amid the crap on the ground, not even thinking of what he had been doing to Sora earlier on his bed. It hadn't been anything bad anyways.

((Something else big has to happen 'cause Sora can't mope forever))

Sora sighed as he contemplated the advanced and confusing conundrum he was placed in. "He was joking," he growled to himself. "Just a stupid, lame joke to rile me up." He curled up tight to stop the light shivering in his body. Things were confusingly annoying right now and he needed to right things soon enough.

((yeah, i know, but i have noo idea what))

Ryota started drawing, not paying attention to what went down on the paper really, his mind pleasantly blank. He loved it when he didn't have to think about anything at all. He focused on the paper for a moment to see that it was a person he was drawing, who seemed to be just leaning against something, so he zoned out again, letting his hand do the work. he had no idea who it would turn out to be, but he didn't exactly care.

Sora didn't think anyone was outside, but when someone approached him and nudged his curled form with their foot, he uncurled slightly to make sure it wasn't Ryota again. He found it to be Nami, his sister. "Long time no see," he said quietly, since he really hadn't seen her the entire time he'd been visiting. Too busy keeping Ryota away from her. "What'cha doin'?" he asked as if nothing was wrong. She frowned when he just spoke so casually.
"Something's up, the whole base knows it," she said, her icy tone crept into her words.
"Oh....you mean that whole 'Ryota raping me' thing?" he asked, faking a small laugh. "A joke by Hidan. You know how he is."
She said nothing about that. "Not exactly that, Sora," she said. "You are sick?" she asked, looking at his paler than usual complexion, the way he shivered, and the bags under his eyes. "Something happened then, huh?"
He shrugged. "Nothing much, don't worry about it." His rushed answer and lame sounding excuse didn't do much to solve her curiosity, so she sat down next to him until he would tell her what was up.

Ryota was just looking at the ceiling, or blankly at the paper, checking every once and awhile to see what exactly he was subconciously drawing, but it still didn't have a head. he sighed and zoned out once more, looking at it after a few minutes and raising his eyebrows. "What the FUCK!?" he said, raising his voice on the last word. It was a picture of Sora, undoubtbly. He wasn't sure why in hell he'd drawn Sora of all people, and he was tempted to rip it out, but instead he finished, wanting to know what his mind had been planning without him.

Nami wasn't normally one who poked and prodded at one for information until she got it. Normally she didn't stick around long since she had loads of other better things to do, like messing with her puppets and all, or being all quiet and anti-social in corners. But she stuck around Sora longer than he could remember her being around him in a long time.
"You gonna tell me any time soon what happened?" she asked softly, head tilted to the side slightly as she patiently waited for his answer.
"No," he groaned lightly, sighing. "It's nothing, don't worry."
"Doesn't look like 'nothing'."
"Well it is."
She grimaced ever so slightly but it was unnoticed by her brother as he was too busy sulking.
"I'll get Dad to come out here and question you too. Say 'nothing' to him and see what he does."

Ryota finished up his picture easily, completely zoned out, looking down once he was finished. He frowned at it, wondering why the hell he had drawn that. It was Sora leaning easily against a wall, in perfect condition, not beat up or cowering like he was at the moment. His thoughts switched to the redhead, wondering what he was doing at the moment, though he told himself he didn't exactly care. Sighing heavily he turned the page and dropped his sketchbook on the floor, getting up and limping to the door. He opened it and walked out, wanting to find somebody to bother or something.