Escort Service, no not that kind.

"Shiroi get them out of here!"


That got her attention. Something was wrong. He had seen something, or knew something, she had not. Probably best to just go with it.

One large breath out. A single ram seal. Her skin became a light show, constantly changing between brown, blue, and white. Faster she thought as she moved her arms out in a fashion similar to that of the Lariat. However, instead of an attack, these arms were out to grab the couple and (hopefully) safely wisk them away from whatever was about to happen.

Samantha was still on Steven's back, so that made this job a lot easier. Using her already small stature, Shiroi was able to crouch between the legs of Steven and lift him onto her shoulders, all without much reduction in speed. "ALLEYOOP!" she had yelled, giving Steven the only warning he would get that this might hurt.

"HOLD ON TIGHT!" was the only thing Shiroi said when she accelerated to full speed. Steven would have no problem hanging on, but Samantha may. She may even go unconcious from several factors. Shiroi released the most recent transformation, returning her back to a hoodie and shorts, and returning her mouth to normal. Then she tilted her head up and smiled at them, although the smile was very unlikely to actually calm Samantha down, especially since Shiroi's neck was bent at an extremely unnatural angle to facilitate it.

Shiroi would continue running for three minutes, assuming that would put enough distance between the trio and the battle. Then she would slow down and let the two down to the ground. Samantha was extremely shaken, her legs so wobbly that she couldn't stand. But they were safe and unharmed. Now they would wait.

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Luckily Shiroi was gone when Kyousuke lost control, she didn’t witness the death of all of those people. One of whom was absorbed by the giant who was still nine-foot-tall and about two feet wider. He moved using his advanced sage transformations wings, his leg was still bleeding. His body felt refreshed in a different way though as the stamina he had lost rapidly returned to his body. Likely a result of the absorption along with the increased size.

He felt stronger in some ways too, but he also felt sickened by the thought of another person sharing his body. Luckily the monster in his head was quiet and it wouldn’t be long until Kyousuke caught up. Traveling through the air was much quicker compared to moving along the ground. Once, he was close the ninja landed and ended his transformation entirely. He didn’t need a repeat of earlier, he didn’t want one.

He lumbered over everyone before stumbling a bit the pain in his leg returning. He began to heal the wound slowly, but he wasn’t an expert in medical jutsu he had some training, but not much. Maybe Shiroi or Shina had something. Shina would be at the ceremony it would probably be best to fix it then.

Kyousuke reached for his cigarettes his pants were awfully tight and ripped in places due to the rapid growth, his jounin jacket had unzipped itself showing most of his chest. Once he grabbed the cigarette he placed it into his mouth and lit it with his stretched gloves. Ahh, that feels better. Nicotine was better than healing jutsu at the moment. The rush of dopamine and endorphins felt amazing.

The group continued moving injury or not, Kyousuke wasn’t going to be the cause of this wedding not happening. As the day went on the ninja became optimistic that they wouldn’t be assaulted by any more ninja. The previous group was likely expensive, they had a few well trained shinobi. Maybe the families pulled together their money, but the ninja wanted Samantha dead. Maybe Steve’s family had worked some sort of side deal with the group.

Anyway it wouldn’t be much longer until they made it to the chapel. It was already night time and things were still looking good.   

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TWC: 3668

Taller. He got Taller Shiroi noted this to herself. Minorly wounded, Shiroi offered to tie it up for Kyousuke. He was using a simple medical technique, but it seemed to not be having the desired effect. So, Shiroi offered to tie it up for him. This would at least slow the bleeding, and the pressure would alleviate some of the pain.

"Better fulfill your addiction now, the old man still hates cigs," Shiroi said when Kyousuke lit the one.

"So, do you know him?" Samantha asked.

"Roid rager over here, or the old man?" Shiroi responded, her thumb pointing towards Kyousuke, her other hand's pointer pointing in the general direction they were headed.

Samantha looked confused at the statement, but Steven snickered a little. "Um.. the old man. But I guess Kyousuke too."

"Let me answer in the other direction. I've done one mission with Kyousuke before. I know he's an ass at times, but he's trustworthy, heart's in the right place, all that bull fuckery. The old man? He was that mission we did together. Transporting him somewhere safe. Looks like he may need to be relocated now, though." Shiroi's glare was pointed directly at Samantha.

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"Only a few miles out now. Is Samantha still conked out?" Shiroi asked. The moon was nearing the horizon again, night was almost over. There was still a few hours, however.

"Yes she is," Steven replied, gazing as best he could towards the sleeping beauty resting on his back. A smile grew on his face, a small one, just large enough to make out. The sparkle in his eyes would not fade, even while she drooled into his hair.

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The light of the sun was starting to peak over the horizon. The sun had not shown it's face yet, but the chapel had.

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"Yeah." Kyousuke said blowing out some smoke away from her. "Thanks for tying up my leg." Kyousuke said while silently thanking her for not asking too many questions. Especially about the height and not asking about what the hell happened to his clothes. 
 
It was impossible to change now; he was still too big to fit into his normal clothes. He would have to make do with a transformation and hope no one saw through it. Snow made a hand seal and made his tattered clothes look like his usual outfit, but a lot bigger.
 
“It isn’t steroids; my body gathers nature energy at a rapid rate. Which sometimes makes me lose control. Over the years it has become easier to control, but it isn’t perfect.” He made an axe and sword in both of his hands. “The energy is what allows me to manipulate my body.”
 
Kyousuke wanted to hug Shiroi she had called him an ass and called him trustworthy. Of course he risked getting beat up, so he didn’t. “Shiroi is a very nice person, she only is mean to people she doesn’t like.”
 
”You told me that once Kyousuke sensei, about how the energy effects you. I didn’t know it could do so much though.” Steven said looking over the form or the giant.
 
“Yeah, it seems I’ve discovered a new ability of my body. Not one that I necessarily like either.” He noted something different about his leg and as he removed the bandage. The hole from moments ago was gone, and not even a scar remained. The pain in the leg was gone suddenly, no more bleeding. Just gone.
 
“Hey Shiroi, was there something special about those bandages?” Kyousuke wanted to know in case the jutsu was ever needed to defend the village. It was worth learning of the potential, but only using it with serious guidelines. Killing someone was always wrong, killing them and using their body for sustenance well that was its own level of wrong.  
 
As they moved through the night, Kyousuke became shorter and shorter until he reached his usual height. It took a while for the effects to wear off, but they did. Luckily for him he could get inside the building and change. As the sun rose he could see the chapel and was happy that they all made it.

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TWC: 4059 

"No, nothing special about the bandages." Shiroi eyes the healed wound. That was unnatural. Of course, lots of things about ninja were unnatural. It was still out of place that even Kyousuke did not know what was going on here. That was something she may have to dig into a lot further at some point.

Also the whole "losing control" thing. Shiroi had said the roid rager thing as a joke, but maybe it was not entirely innaccurate. That would be.. somewhat worrying actually.

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The "chapel" was more of a shrine. It was currently uninhabited, but the old man and whomever was escorting him should be there soon. Shiroi walked up to the door and pushed it open, immidiately taken back by how dusty the room was. It would not do for a wedding, not at all.

"The wedding is going to be outside," she said, closing the door behind her. "I'll set up enough of an area for changing, but that's it." There was a small daiz in the front yard anyways, that would make a perfect location for the bride and groom to stand.

Shiroi went into the building and found some sheets and boards. Taking them out the back way, she had to shake them down, to get rid of all the dust. Afterwards, the boards were placed at an angle enough for the sheets to rest over them and make a room that was large enough for three or four people. Finally, she laid one sheet on the ground and drapped another over the board in the middle of the room, creating a makeshift floor and providing a separator between the two halves of the "room".

That left seeding arrangements. Since the old man was coming in a wagon of hay, Shiroi figured that the wagon would be the best place for the guests to sit. It would be soft enough to be comfortable.

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Sure enough a wagon of hay did meander along presently, being lugged on by an old woman in a tattered dark blue cloak that had seen better days. From beneath her cowl, onlookers cold only see wisps of her grey hair and a winkled forehead, the rest of her features shrouded in shadows. Her voice however came our loud and gravelly, as though she'd spent a lifetime yelling out the words she did now.

'Fresh hay," the crone screeched as she dragged her cart up to the chapel. "Fresh hay for a pittance, or i'll let you have it for free if I don't have to drag the damn thing around any longer." The woman came to a stop directly where the scene was being set up, bringing her cart to a standstill and pushing the hood off her head. And old wrinkled face looked out sourly at the gathering, but the pair of brown eyes filled with amusement gave her intent away.

"Want to buy some hay, Mr. Handsome?" she chuckled, not bothering to explain whether she was referring to steven or his teacher. A short laugh followed as the rest of the cloak was discarded to reveal a standard shinobi jacket and a shirt. the only alterations were a khaki knee length skirt instead of the standard issue jounin trousers Shina usually wore.

"Your Holiness, its safe to come out," she called once ensuring that it was indeed safe. Moving to help the old man from underneath the hay bales, she gave the gathered group a smile.

"If you all make me cry at this wedding, I swear..." she trailed off. Her form changed to her usual appearance, dark hair styled into a formal pin up for the occasion.

"Shall we begin?"

Shiroi seemed rather busy setting up the wedding outside, Kyousuke did what he could to help before getting changed. He barely managed to keep his falling over stretched clothes from falling off. Entering the building he took a quick shower in cold water before changing into a suit. A bible at his side for when everyone was ready to begin.

He took two corsages out of his bag, he had kept ice around them in a small cooler to keep them fresh. “This is for you, my lady.” The ninja said handing a bracelet of tulips to Shiroi as she was doing some work. Hopefully, she liked flowers or getting called lady. “Save me a dance later.” He would casually walk away after that to work on other things.

While Steven and Kyousuke conversed over when they would like to start the ceremony, a woman selling hay crossed them. She asked if they wanted hay and called one of them handsome. The form of Shina was revealed as she told the old man to come out.

Kyousuke moved to help the guy out of the wagon. It was a small jump, but one that could prove painful to the elderly. The man batted him away. “I’m still young.” He managed to jump down after several minutes as Kyousuke watched in case he did get hurt. It seemed he found his way to a seat after leaving the cart.

The jounin moved over to Shina giving her a corsage made of golden sun cups. “I think these are the flowers you like.” He said while asking through body language if he could put it on her wrist. “I’ll try really hard not to make you cry, but no promises.”

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TWC: 4347

Shiroi accepted the corsage, but did not acknowledge anything that Kyousuke had said. Instead, she preformed a Ram hand seal. With that, her hoodie started to disappear while a long dress grew in it's place. Her hair became longer and flatter, draping over her back, while her skin's complexion lightened up a bit. She rose off the ground a short distance, not due to flying or anything of the sort, but due to a pair of short (no seriously, really short) heels growing from her feet. They were more similar to platform shoes than heels, although with a short platform and a slightly higher heel than toe.

Shiroi positioned herself near the daiz as the old man looked onwards. As Steven prepared to watch his love watch down the aisle. As Samantha was finishing her changing. As everything was falling into place.

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Shina accepted the corsage, not even surprised that her friend knew she liked Sun Cups. Waving politely to the other female jounin, she fell into step beside Shiroi, figuring she might as well be part of the wedding party instead of the lone guest.

The fuin user may not have been as finely dressed as her counterpart but Shina held little stock in dressing up. She had tried though, and she admired a kunoichi making a genuin effort.

As everyone took their place, the corsage Kyousuke had slid on her wrist giving off one of Shina's favouritest scents in the world, the ceremony began.

It was finally time to start the ceremony, as everyone took their positions. The gentlemen on the left and ladies to the right. Standing between them and further back Kyousuke. Putting a religious sash over his shoulders. The wedding tune started to play with a cue from a flower girl that had been hired for the wedding by the village.

Shortly behind her followed Samantha in a white strapless dress, with her hair in a bun and a bouquet of vibrant flowers within her grasp. She marched down the aisle as if she had been practicing the movements for years. Everyone stood as she reached the threshold of the red carpet rolled out only minutes’ prior.


As she reached Steven she stopped smiling and staring into his eyes as he looked back. “Everyone please be seated.” Kyousuke said, after which people began to sit. “We gather here today to celebrate the union of Samantha and Steven. Two people who against all odds found each other in this crazy world and even managed to get here safely.” The jounin continued on after a few phrases from his bible and both parties saying their vows. The ninja asked for the rings.

A ninja brought them forward on a pillow Steve picked up the ring. Kyousuke told Steve to repeat after him. Steve repeated the words after which Samantha said “I do.” Samantha then grabbed the ring for Steve and repeated after Kyousuke. Steve said his “I do.” There was only one thing left to do.

“By the power vested in me by the power of our lord, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” With the words the couple embraced and shared a kiss. Kyousuke clapped while holding tightly to his bible.

The ninja signed the marriage liscense along with Shiroi and Shina the witnesses of the marriage. The reception was in a little bit, there weren’t many people attending about eight in total. “Well we can either get this back to the village or stay here for free champagne.”    

WC: 343
TWC: 4690