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Hyuuga_no_Dokutoru
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Name: Hyuuga Ruriko
Gender: Female
Interests: Botany, medicine, taijutsu, genjutsu, ninjutsu, etc.
Expertise: Healing, chakra control, genjutsu.
Occupation: Chuunin Jounin
Industry: Medical
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AIM:  Dokutoru Ruriko
Member Since:
3/17/2006
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|  Her robes were in slight disarray from constant movement, breathing slightly labored, sable hair falling loose from its knot, and still she was beautiful. Love made her face glow, her movements more graceful and elegant, if possible. Nothing meant more to her than him; it showed in her expression, her soft, tender actions as she worked, slender fingers brushing gently across her patient's ailing limbs, glowing with healing energy. They often commented on her sudden cheerfulness, how she worked with such enthusiasm, and how they rarely saw her without a smile as of late. Many had correctly guessed that it was a man's doing and even teased her lightly for it, but she still bore it with her usual poise. A woman in love, Hyuuga Ruriko was still Hyuuga Ruriko through and through.
Still, she could never deny that lately, the sun seemed to burn with increased brightness, golder than before, and that even the breezes that gusted by were sweet and warm.
{{I randomly thought about my old Xanga OTP and it made me nostalgic. SO. XD Also, my prose became worse. ;o;}}
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|  "And just where have you been these past few weeks, little miss?"
Ruriko smiled as her arms lifted from the washtub, soaked up to her elbow in sudsy water. "Chiisai-sensei. Good morning!" She grabbed a nearby rag to dry her arms and let her hair loose from its ponytail. The little blonde crouched in front of the Hyuuga, staring into the water. "...nice weather for laundry?" Ruriko laughed softly. "It's a little chilly today, but the wash won't do itself, sensei." Chiisai giggled, clasping her hands together. "Take a break for a moment, would'ja? We haven't spoken in a while."
And so they were situated in the backyard of the Hyuuga mansion, sipping mugs of hot cocoa that Ruriko had prepared. Chiisai inhaled deeply, immensely enjoying the crisp smell of the air. "You're getting married, Ruri." The younger medic smiled, nodding. "Mmn. I'm excited." "You're not nervous?" "...not really. I'm actually quite sure of myself in this matter." "You really love my dork of a brother, don't you?" Ruriko covered her mouth as a tiny laugh escaped her lips. "With all my heart." "I've never heard you speak so openly about how you feel." Chiisai took a long, hearty sip from her mug. "It's an improvement." Ruriko's eyes glistened happily. "I've never been more sure about how I feel," she admitted. The blonde gave a tomboyish grin, nudging Ruriko with her elbow. "We're gonna be sisters soon! You can share anything with me." Ruriko gave a softer smile as she gazed into her heated mug. "I already do, sensei."
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"EEE I HAVE TO FIND YOU A DRESS."
"Anou... I was planning on wearing a kimono, actually, Hizuru-nee..."
"THEN I HAVE TO FIND YOU A KIMONO." "O-okay... But... I have something in mind already." "Do you need accessories or anything? Come oonnn, Onee-chan, let me do something!!" "Demo, Hizuru-nee--" "Pleeeaaase?"
The elder Hyuuga sighed, giving a slight nod. "...I believe Sato-kun is still looking for something to wear...?" "YOSH! I will attend to him then!"
And in cloud of dust, Hyuuga Hizuru disappeared down the road, determined to find the Uchiha, as her older cousin let out a small sigh of relief.
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|  "How are you doing, Ruriko?" The medic nin's pale gaze met the identical one of her father. "Otou-sama... I'm doing well." He smiled, sitting next to her on her bed and placing a large hand on her head. "I never thought this day would come." "Time flies, doesn't it?" "Well, I meant that I'd never thought Satoshi would gather the courage to ask your hand in marriage." The smaller Hyuuga laughed softly, leaning against her father's shoulder and wrapping her arms around his chest. "I'm always your little Ruu-chan, though, Otou-sama."
Hyuuga Hiatari was never one to show much emotion, but for once, he had to restrain the moisture that threatened to spill from his eyes.
"I know, Ruriko. I know."
{{Fluffy father/daughter-ness. I miss my dad. TT^TT}}
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|  "Can't sleep, Shiroi?"
The white cat meowed in slight irritation, hopping onto the bed next to his owner and curling up on the pillow next to her. Ruriko smiled, lightly running a finger down his nose. "Nagatsuki didn't stay with you tonight? Pity." She sighed, leaning against the sheets, fists curling around the pristine blankets.
"Sato-kun has been avoiding me as well, Shiroi. Do you think he's mad at me?" Shiroi exhaled softly, responding with a mewl and pushing his nose against her forehead. Ruriko smiled. Her gaze floated to her nearby closet, where she knew her wedding robes still hung, gleaming as brightly as the day her own mother wore them. A slightly dejected noise escaped her lips. "You would have liked him, Okaa-sama..."
Shiroi pawed at her nose in exasperation, a slightly irritated mewl reverberating in his through. Ruri laughed, stroking her cat obediently. "I shouldn't worry about where Sato-kun has been... he probably has a lot on his mind."
Eyes of immaculate alabaster began to drift shut, sleep glazing her mind.
"But for goodness' sake, I just wish he'd return my student."
{{Naruto homies hit me up. ;P}}
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