trans_9 | carefully executed maneuvers (bendytimed before clone plot) [closed]

Time was difficult enough to figure out on ship when she was having a good day. The mild hangover she'd had this morning (drinking water and forcing herself to down slop from the mess hall had kept it mild) had morphed into a milder headache and light sensitivity that had mostly faded by the time she'd picked up her omnicomm and run across Lash proposing some kind of celebration.

It was in the sensoriums, which was anything but good in Sakura's general opnion, but as she stared down at her omnicomm yet again, she had wondered if it would be a decent distraction to keep her mind off the stupidities of last night and early in the morning. If nothing else, given that she wasn't expected in MedBay today, it would fill in some time before she heard back from Marco. So she'd gone. What was there to lose?

It was only later, after she'd excused herself from the sensoriums and everyone within them, that she realized why she probably hadn't heard from monkey boy. Staring at the desk in her room, she looked between the omnicomm she'd just set down and the one that was on top of a book.

The slow realization that the omnicomm she'd thought had fallen out of her pouch last night hadn't fallen anywhere. She hadn't had her omnicomm with her. She'd walked off with someone else's omnicomm from where Marco lived. With her luck, it was probably Marco's omnicomm.

Sakura shouldered her satchel once more and raced down the stairs. If anyone was around to see her, she probably looked amusingly out of sorts, still dressed for the beach and heading back out within minutes of finally getting home. It didn't take long to make her way over to his residence, relying on shinobi speed to cut down on travel time. She came to a stop at the front door, running her hand through her hair to get it to calm down before she knocked. Best to get this started. By now, she owed a few apologies.

I am never drinking again.

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She didn't say anything, staring him down. Sakura was more than stubborn enough to keep him here until he eventually had to -- whenever that was.

Marco really didn't want to demorph. Not without some kind of idea of what was going to happen. Except with her still holding onto him, flying away was an option he didn't have. Reluctantly, he started demorphing.

Sakura waited to set him down until she could see (feel) him reversing the process. There was a chance he could re-reverse the process again, but she had faith in her reaction times.

Setting him down, she stepped back to give him room.

(Watching morphing was like a special kind of bad day in ninja land. She wouldn't mention as much, but it'd be a pretty effective way of unsettling just about anyone who didn't know what was going on.)

Not long after, Marco was back to human, and eying Sakura as if he expected her to attack him at any moment. (Girls back home never freaked out this much when you kissed them...right?)

(They must have! Once or twice. On Dr. Sexy.)

When he was standing, Sakura bridged the distance between them. She wasn't looking all that amused when she told him to hold still. Sakura brought her hands up to his face, sliding them back into his hair. When she kissed him, it was a lot more firm and deliberate, if just as chaste.

Then she pulled back and slapped him across the face.

"You ask. Stop assuming. And don't forget that I'm not from Earth." Or Hispania. Or the United States of America, if she ever figured out that was where he was from.

Marco's first instinct was to draw back, and get out of the way of any attack - but she was too quick, so he was left standing there feeling stunned as she both kissed him and hit him.

He wasn't quite sure if he'd come out of this ahead or behind, in the end.

"So much for 'ninjas prefer to be spur of the moment then," he said, quirking his lips into half a smile. "And you didn't ask me."

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Now she knew why she hung out with dense guys. They didn't say anything when they came across inconsistencies in what she said. Hell, they mostly didn't realize.

Sai invented his own reasons for why they happened. And those were mostly too absurd to be concerned with.

"I said that when it came to dates, not what you do on them," she retorted, fighting down a blush and crossing her arms defensively over her chest. "You already said what you wanted to do. Besides, that wasn't for you."

"Barbie, it's all the same thing," Marco said, feeling a bit more confident now that she was the one on the back foot and not him. "But you do realise that you can't have it one way for you and one way for me, right? It doesn't work like that." Not that Marco would actually mind if Sakura wanted to kiss him at random without asking. Hell, he'd be all for that. But if she kept up with these arbitrary rules that applied to him and not to her, he'd go insane.

He grinned. "Not for me, huh?"

She bent down to nab his shirt and toss it at him in lieu of answering at first. "Fine, everyone asks everyone for permission before doing anything related to kissing ever." Not that it'd matter.

"And no, not for you." There, now she'd tossed his hoodie at him too. "For me." Sorry if there's any blood on that one, Marco.

Marco rolled his eyes - it seemed kinda like a stupid rule to him. But hey, it was better than nothing.

He grabbed at the shirt and hoodie, frowning at the blood on them. "Uh. Sorry about that," he said, nodding at the gashes on her arms.

Sakura realized she should have addressed her arm sooner, catching sight of blood splatters over this entire section of the bridge. She grimaced, working on healing her arm. Luck or happenstance limited her injuries to just the one. "Don't worry about it," she said, brushing off his apology. "Just don't make me have to hold you down to keep you from running away again."

She'd gotten far worse injuries from far better friends. A few easily healed scratches weren't worth lingering over. Sakura moved to the satchel by her sandals, flipping the top back and digging out some of gauze. She made short work of cleaning up her now healed arm.

Sakura was nothing if not efficient. She tucked the gauze pads away into an interior pocket afterward, sitting down to work on pulling her sandals on.

"Have you considered not trying to grab onto me when I've got claws and don't want you grabbing onto me?" Marco said dryly, before pulling on his now drier t-shirt. He didn't bother putting the hoodie on though - it was too thick for him to morph, so it'd be easier to just carry it on the way home.

That was at least one silver lining from everyone learning about his morphing. Now, he didn't have to worry about someone spotting an osprey and wondering what the hell it was doing with a hoodie.

She grunted, adjusting her shinguard. "Consider, yes." She moved on to her other shoe. "Pay attention to that consideration? Not always."

Marco rolled his eyes. "You know for someone so insistent on 'always asking', you spent a lot of time ignoring what other people might actually want."

"Yes, because letting you run off to mope was such a better plan." Ignoring that she would have been significantly pissed for no reason that had anything to do with him going off to mope over his lack of plans going awry had he successfully flown away.

She stood, nabbing her satchel and slinging it over her shoulder. "You plan on flying?"

Well. Maybe considering that she ended up kissing him, he couldn't really complain about it. Just this once.

"Yeah," he said, before grinning. "So can I morph without you trying to go all ninja on me now?"

She snorted, waving her hand in front of her. "By all means, I won't stop you." This time.

Marco had already started morphing. "Good, because you know once a day is allgh rraghhyy ehnaaaaargg--" he said, his speech becoming distorted as his mouth morphed into a beak.

<Catch you later, Barbie,> he said once he was fully morphed, before hopping onto his hoodie, grabbing it in his talons, and taking off.

Watching the morphing process doesn't get any less stomach-turning, if it's nice that it temporarily makes him shut-up. Sakura rolled her eyes, waiting until he was airbourne (osprey, why are you carrying a hoodie, osprey, you can't wear a hoodie, it's too big for you) before taking off at top speed toward home.

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