While the rest of the renegades had awoken and gotten up to their usual antics, Hikage had slept in. When the sound of haywire experiments and bickering got too loud for her to sleep, she went for a walk through the woods. And when she found that walking was getting to be too much of a hassle, Hikage had shifted to scouting around for a place to nap. On a morning uninterrupted by drama, this was routine and comforting to her through its familiarity.

Trekking through the woods and searching for a new nook or cranny in the environment to stake out, Hikage mused aloud, "...I forgot to ask for breakfast again," and sighed, "What a pain."

Still, she kept walking. A missed breakfast just meant she'd take a bigger portion of dinner later on. So Hikage eventually found a tree that had a comfortable-looking curve to its base and crossed her legs as she sat against it. But as her arms folded up behind her head, she let out a blank hum of thought, "...Mmm..." and rumbled, "...I'm actually kind of bored."

Hikage's sleeping patterns didn't have much of a rhyme or reason to them. Laid on her back or belly, dressed in her clothes or laying bare, alone and hogging space or latched to one of her fellow renegades... every combination was possible for Hikage and that didn't bother her nor had it bothered any of her comrades (not since their first days in sharing this cave, at least).

Opening her mouth to let out a muted little sound, Hikage sat up and stared ahead. She wasn't sure if she was wearing anything this time... but she was sure of one thing...

"I'm hungry," Hikage murmured before throwing off her blanket and heading towards the corner of the cave where Yomi had their food stored. But a fair amount of rummaging between the rocks and bags had her realizing that either their stores had been expended... or Yomi was hiding them to stop anyone else from munching away at them.

Regardless, Hikage didn't abandon her search so easily and stepped out toward the center of the cave, calling for whoever would listen, "Hey, are we out of grub? I'm too hungry to wait for breakfast."

It wasn't unusual for Hikage to get mentally lost whenever she found herself reflecting on her thoughts, thinking about the memories of the past, both the good and bad. Hinata had been on her mind and that left a twist in her chest... There were flashes of her time at Hebijo Academy though she didn't think much of it save for her few duels against Katsuragi...

But every memory of her time since becoming a renegade left a skittery feeling at the top of her chest, like something was crawling around inside her. Not bad, not good... just an unfamiliar feeling she'd rather not deal with. Yet Hikage still chose to dwell on the memories of every dinner, training session, and excursion she went on with them. They were her friends so perhaps that was natural.

Mulling over these thoughts out in the forest, Hikage suddenly clutched a hand to her chest as if to contain this feeling. She inhaled and exhaled, her expression flat. Then her eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she said with dead serious urgency, "I need to samba right now." She stood straight and clenched her fists, practically shaking from the energy infused by this... dare she even think... emotion!? "Samba!" Hikage called as she started the motions of her dance, hips a-moving and hands going up, "Samba, samba, samba!"

While Hikage would rather be getting her rest, sometimes circumstances called for her to accept a mission instead of her teammates. How it happened, she usually didn't care. All Hikage knew was that they'd asked her and she couldn't will herself to say no to them. So off she went with a knife in hand, the night unprepared for the chaos she could rip into a battlefield.

Hikage didn't make a flashy entrance into the combat zone. She simply strolled forward through the forest and into the city, occasionally hopping over a barrier or hurdling over a building as needed. Eventually, she came to her destination and had a sudden burst of energy, as though she were ready for anything.

Drawing her combat knife and licking the broad side of it, Hikage inhaled and exhaled as she stated in a low voice, "I sacrifice myself to the will of our dance." Then her form blurred forward, the mission underway.

After having waited for the perfect moment when Yomi wasn't looking, Hikage headed off to the ocean to do some hunting. Beansprouts could be tasty as can be when prepared by an expert... but a new idea had settled and taken root... Hikage wanted takoyaki. She had the tools set and ready, between borrowing Yomi's pot and heaps of oil (stolen from a store). All she needed now were the octopi.

Having discarded her clothes as she dived gracefully into the sea, Hikage needed only her strength as a shinobi and a sealable basket ashore. She'd pluck one octopus from the water, toss it quite meanly into the basket, and head back to knab another. Before long, she had several octopi and ensured - if they were prepared right - that she could eat takoyaki for the next couple days.

Setting up shop in a thick cluster of trees after she'd gotten dressed again, Hikage set down her basket and started up a fine fire before settling her pan over it, the oil already beginning to sizzle. While she kept looking over her shoulder to ensure the competitive cooking spirit that was Yomi didn't get a whiff, her hands moved meticulously as every tool was set out and readied. The faintest ghost of a smile settled over her face, reminiscent of that of a horror movie slasher, as she drew her knife and eyed the basket of octopi, "Just gotta do some cutting and the takoyaki will be mine.

When the heat had started to beat down, the decision was made: Hikage wanted to go swimming and she would do exactly that. Grabbing her bathing suit and heading off to the nearest spot in town, she moved fast to get into the changing rooms and out onto the water... though, not fast enough before she caught sight of some other women's swimsuits hanging outside the shower and thought to herself, "Those look cute."

So Hikage 'borrowed' them and began to pilfer through them to see which one would better suit her today. She'd return whichever ones she didn't choose and would leave her old one for whoever she decided to trade with. Then came the task of making a decision and it wasn't easy.

Hikage stood before the mirror, trying on swimsuit after swimsuit. While she didn't particularly care about these sorts of things often, she had to quietly admit that she looked good in all of them. Be they monokinis or strings, one pieces or halters... Hikage simply enjoyed the look of herself, even if she couldn't put it to words as to why.

She shrugged, "I suppose I'm just very fashionable."

Of course, that left the question as to which one Hikage should pick out... and that left her absolutely stuck.

Hikage had gotten sloppy during a training session and wound up flopping onto her back during a heated bout with Homura, leaving a crick in her neck. While she didn't mind it much at first, Hikage had realized a couple hours later that it wasn't going away... which was just the perfect excuse to journey up to a mountain hot spring.

The journey was easy in Hikage's own little way. She'd even managed to expedite the process a bit by discarding her clothes and casually walking into a river to give herself a quick bath - her means of adhering to the sort of manners the others would nag her about at bathhouses in the city. Dripping wet from the cold water, Hikage felt the hot spring's heat before she saw it... and the glow of it under the sun was positively glorious when she pushed through the last of the bushes.

"There we go," Hikage murmured before she flopped forward and splashed into the hot spring without hesitation. Thankfully, it was deep enough to accommodate her and she resurfaced with a calm inhale. She gave her neck a stretch before sinking lower until she sat at the bottom of the pool, her head submerged up to just below her nose. She inhaled through her nostrils and closed her eyes... and exhaled through her mouth, the air bubbles joining with the hot spring's natural simmering surface. All was calm and felt right with the world.

Fights always had plenty of excitement to them and tended to get the blood flowing well enough for Hikage. Against her current opponent, she found herself reveling in every bout in a way that brought back memories of her duels against Katsuragi. Whether it was Hikage pressing an advantage with her knife or rolling to the side in just a nick of time, there was a strange feeling binding her to this person - the same kind whenever she considered the prospect of emotions and whether or not she had them.

That being said, Hikage's clothes were not surviving the encounter. Through the extensive encounter, they sustained many blows and that last one had proven to be her wardrobe's undoing. The last of Hikage's clothes, underwear and all, slipped off her body and she stood stark nude in the middle of the forest with just her opponent to see her.

Hikage looked down at herself... looked up... looked down again... and shrugged. Nudity did not disturb her. Zipping forward once again, she simply said, "We're still fighting," and pressed on for another attack.

Hikage was in the mood... and when she was in the mood, she would always summon the only one she could trust in this way. She'd send something casual, have one of her friends tell {{obj}} that she was looking for {{obj}}, as though she simply wanted to hangout... and all Hikage had to do was wait from there a small distance away from the cave so the others wouldn't get in the way, her clothes already discarded in anticipation.

As dusk began to settle over the forest, Hikage finally heard the sound of footsteps - they were {{poss}}. Without missing a beat, Hikage emerged from the bushes and sprinted straight up to {{obj}} and pounced, their bodies rolling together a couple times until she was settled on top.

Hikage looked down, her tongue licking along her lips. Though she didn't smile or frown, her eyes were unnaturally intense and she pressed her face closer. Hikage gripped {{poss}} shoulder and stated, "I'm going to take you. I can do that because you are mine." While her hand snaked over to {{poss}} neck and anchored her fingers to it, Hikage stated, "Let me handle leading tonight. Just lay back and enjoy it."

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