Hi, everyone! My name is Hitomi.
I've learned all I can from my father and his dojo, and now I'm ready to continue finding my own adventure.
"I'm going to keep proving myself to you, dad! I can do this!"


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Unbridled Instinct//Fist of Innocence

riot-of-the-blood:

Seemed she enjoyed having his company even though he could be the coldest bastard in town. That didn’t seem to phase her at all. She all but ignored it, and treated him just as a host would respectfully treat a house guest. Hitomi even broke out the nice dishes. Observation led him to believe they were some of her favorite because of the way she handled them. Flowers. Not his thing, but they were just plates. “Juice is fine..” he replied, nodding to her offer. 


Right hand reached into his jacket pocket and returned with a pack of South Town Reds. “You mind?” Iori could be a real jerk when he felt like it, but he wasn’t about to smoke in someone’s house that had just let him in and offered him breakfast. “No love for your Japanese side? Why’s that?” Another question in the meantime, until he got an answer about his smoking.

"My father owns a dojo in Germany, and that’s where I was raised. My mother thought it would be better for us to live there." The glasses were gently pinched between her fingers as she traveled to her tiny fridge. A carton of Orange Juice accompanied her back to the table. "It’s not a matter of ‘no love’…I actually have spent a lot of time there recently for my tournaments."

Juice was poured into the paired glasses, and one pushed before Iori. “You can smoke, if you like. I have a window open.” Hitomi pointed to the cracked window above the sink before her fingers wound around her fork so she could set to work on her breakfast. She wasn’t exactly a fan of smoking but since Iori had asked, she couldn’t help but comply.

"So, Iori, what have you been up to? It’s been a bit since our match." 

(Source: fistofinnocence)

sorceressknight:

fistofinnocence:

“You really shouldn’t tease me, you know!” Hitomi laughed. She shook her head. It seemed like all the blond ever did. The girl turned in her seat, and watched him as he paced. She couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself, his body language. She shrugged her shoulders. “It was just a suggestion.”

“And maybe I would like to actually have a new friend, hmm?” She was her father’s daughter though. Perhaps being ‘the sensei’ was in her blood.

He just grinned and shrugged his shoulders at her comments, he’d stop teasing her when it stopped being fun.

“Ha!” he let out a short chuckle, folding his arms and turning to face her.

“Where I come from we don’t just declare someone as a friend, you gotta let it happen. I don’t know you that well, but I guess I like what I know so far.” he said, somewhat thinking out loud as his facial expression took on a thoughtful quirk.

“I guess a little fighting training couldn’t hurt, but I don’t plan on enrolling anywhere”. he said finally, almost sighing the words as he gave in, purely to entertain his boredom. He didn’t want to have another commitment to an educational centre though so he’d just try it out for a bit.

"Then I’ll be your Sensei." Hitomi grinned. "No commitment or annual fee; just training and sparring."  Her arms folded daintily over her lap as she rocked a bit in her chair. 
The next round of students were letting themselves into the dojo; Hitomi was beginning to recognize their faces, though no names were ever exchanged between them. She wouldn’t be in this town for long. It would soon be time to travel again, to find a new town and a new dojo to train in.

"So, Seifer… Tell me about your scar." The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them, but honestly the topic would have emerged eventually. It was hard to stop looking at the red mark on his handsome face, not because of ugliness but from pure curiosity.

@barmaid-tifalockhart

barmaid-tifalockhart:

fistofinnocence:

Hitomi got to her knees, shaking her head as if that would make it clearer. She’d had worse damage done to her before this; This was only bruises and cuts and a knocked head. Heck, the last time they fought, Hitomi had had some cracked ribs and an assortment of other bones that had had her laid up for days. This was nothing.


The very air in the room shifted suddenly and the girl lifted her head, if only to watch as her opponent’s own energy coiled about gloved fingers and knuckles.
Her fingernails scraped against the hardwood as she attempted to straighten herself enough to cross her arms in a block, managing to barely do so as the wave of energy slammed into her.

Everything about her was blue, shining blue, crackling blue. She had the vague feeling of flipping, feet over head, across the floor of the bar. Like she was floating.
And then, it was warm, and the air smelled like city, and Hitomi was in a crumpled heap on the ground outside of the bar. She peeled her arms apart, gritting her teeth as it caught where her skin was raw and bleeding from her futile defense. 

 

Perhaps Tifa did have some tricks up her sleeve rather than the materia she treasured. 

Hitomi stood on trembling legs, steadying her breathing as she got back into her fighting stance. Her boots stomped the ground to be rid of the tremors. She would find the fight in her.

She hadn’t expected to have used up that much energy but when she watched the blue aura travel across the tavern in the direction of her opponent, she braced herself for it to hit, she knew the damage was going to be big. To her surprise, Hitomi managed to pull herself up and defend herself; harms crossed in front of her face as she tried to block it.

Tifa knew that her defense mode would have much o an effect but she did feel relieved for her rival that she was able to defend herself a little bit; as much as she hated her, she didn’t want to kill her.

As soon as the blue energy struck her, she watched her been forced back through the doors breaking them off the hinges and rolling out onto the street outside. A few passing by stopped and stared at the girl on the floor before looking up to their neighbour and favourite barmaid giving her a nervous wave, they all knew what she was capable of. As the fist-fighter watched more and more people coming out of their houses and surrounding them, she glared at the brunette. “Given up yet?”

Hitomi felt the nervous energy and the eyes of the crowd on her as she stared with determination at Tifa. She had slipped up this day; it was part of the regime of a fighter to be prepared for an opponent at any time, and Hitomi had waltzed into her rival’s bar without a second of hesitation. 
There were murmurs noting the damage done to the city’s beloved bar and the surge of guilt that bubbled up from Hitomi’s stomach was almost overwhelming. True, during Dead or Alive tournaments, the combatants were able to tear up malls and yards and parking garages without much concern…but this was a home and a haven. And Hitomi was responsible for the hole blasted into the side of the building.

Slowly, she lowered her fists and folded them at either side of her hips. And she bowed, although her bones and muscles were screaming for mercy.

 

cyanofdoma:

fistofinnocence:

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Cyan gave a bow. ”Hello My lady….am Cyan of Doma.” He rose. ”Might I ask who thou art?”

His manner of speaking made a blush rise to her cheeks. Fumbling for her words, Hitomi bowed at the waist as well. “My name is Hitomi; it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“It is a pleasure to meet thee.” Cyan said.  ”I am wondering what thou art.  Thou seems to be a very strong fighter.”  He looked around at the field, and at the young woman herself.  Though not up to the modesty he wished, she still held herself well.  He glanced at his own armor, he really should have it polished.

“Dost thou wish to talk? or might thee wish to Spar?  I have tea for either.” 

Hitomi smiled brightly, tamping down the strong surge of pride at the mention of her strength. She fumbled with her fingers discreetly before folding them neatly before herself. “Let’s talk for now. I like to try to know my opponents before I really find out who they are with fighting.”

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Work has been sucking rather hard lately. I am once again the flavor of the month for the workplace, so I’ve been ducking and dodging the barbs and rumors like an extra in the Matrix movie.

But this moment brought a smile to my face.
I was supervising the cashiers in the garden department yesterday—it was nice and sunny so we had four people out there and apparently they needed to be babysat—and a little girl no more than five ran up to me and tapped me on the wrist.
“Hey there, honey, is everything okay?” I asked.
She smiled up at me and said, “Ma’am, you have redhair.”
“Yep! That I do!”
“You look like Ariel. You’re really pretty.”

And then she toddled off to find her mother again and I was left with a feeling like my cheeks were going to explode from all the smiling.

picture of how red my hair is found here 

@barmaid-tifalockhart

barmaid-tifalockhart:

The ravenette bit her tongue to refrain from cursing the girl out, she wasn’t one to use such language but if she was riled up enough, she would without a second thought. The trick the brunette had pulled on her was cheap but effective and she couldn’t let her think she had won by such a silly move—if she had thought she had won, Tifa would never hear the end of it.

Standing to her feet, she glared at her opponent before holding her hand out—a blue energy began to bundle within her as she gripped her fist tightly; bringing it back, she made a gesture of throwing, sending the energy slamming into Hitomi with as much force as she could muster. “—ugh!”

Hitomi got to her knees, shaking her head as if that would make it clearer. She’d had worse damage done to her before this; This was only bruises and cuts and a knocked head. Heck, the last time they fought, Hitomi had had some cracked ribs and an assortment of other bones that had had her laid up for days. This was nothing.

The very air in the room shifted suddenly and the girl lifted her head, if only to watch as her opponent’s own energy coiled about gloved fingers and knuckles.
Her fingernails scraped against the hardwood as she attempted to straighten herself enough to cross her arms in a block, managing to barely do so as the wave of energy slammed into her.

Everything about her was blue, shining blue, crackling blue. She had the vague feeling of flipping, feet over head, across the floor of the bar. Like she was floating.
And then, it was warm, and the air smelled like city, and Hitomi was in a crumpled heap on the ground outside of the bar. She peeled her arms apart, gritting her teeth as it caught where her skin was raw and bleeding from her futile defense. 

 

Perhaps Tifa did have some tricks up her sleeve rather than the materia she treasured. 

Hitomi stood on trembling legs, steadying her breathing as she got back into her fighting stance. Her boots stomped the ground to be rid of the tremors. She would find the fight in her.

(Source: fistofinnocence)

The Search | @Sakura-Madoi

sakuramadoi:

As the conversation quickly shifted into focus upon her brother she listened intently. She felt herself suck in a quick breath of air. Holding it tight into her lungs she could of choked on it.

She had known nii-sama since the second tournament? Her fingers clentched around the sheath of her wakizashi. He had been injured at that time too… her eyes stared intently at the girl. The girl seemed to know so much about her brother, and that concerned her…

Her delicate digits loosened. What was this girl to nii-sama…What did she know about him… Did she know of nii-sama’s title of leader to the clan… the questions ticked in her head almost like a bomb. The scarlet haired kunoichi did not dare to voice her questions, but simply went with that of a thank you, “I am greatful to you for taking care of Hayate-nii-san…”

Swallowing the lump in her throat staring carefully at the girl. The girl seemed to pose no true threat but in her world the biggest brightest smile could easily turn into that of a cold and wicked one.

"It wasn’t a problem, really. He became a very dear friend of mine during that time…" Hitomi shrugged her shoulders a bit before crossing her arms behind her head and leaning back. The memories that came to her at the slightest thought brought a smile to her lips. How many times had they spent training until the early morning until their strength gave and they were left only as talking forms curled on the forest floor? She remembered watching with both pride and envy when Ein had taken a spot beside her father as teacher. 

She tilted her head to once again regard the kunoichi across from her. “But that’s the truth of it all, Kasumi-san.” 

(Source: fistofinnocence)

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Cyan gave a bow. ”Hello My lady….am Cyan of Doma.” He rose. ”Might I ask who thou art?”

His manner of speaking made a blush rise to her cheeks. Fumbling for her words, Hitomi bowed at the waist as well. “My name is Hitomi; it is a pleasure to meet you.”