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Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma set the girl down in the shade the small forest around the oasis provided. He set her against a tree, he figured that she would feel most comfortable there. He stuck his sword in the ground a few feet away, and his scroll floated down next to it. Kuruma walked off towards the small lake, and sat down cross-legged at the waters edge. He pulled off his jacket and shirt and stared at his wound. Dipping his hand into the water, he brought some to the wound, cleaning it off. The wound was fairly deep, it would most likely scar over. He cracked his neck and leaned back, taking in the warm sun. He was waiting for the girl to wake up, he should probably be prepared for an attack, she would react unpredictably, possibly violently.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma stood up. He could hear the girl stirring behind him, but he paid her no attention. If he wanted her to begin to trust him, he would have to give her some space. She was, for all intents and purposes, still an animal. She would come to him when she felt comfortable. Kuruma stared at his wound some more, a faint purple mist could barely be seen coming out of the wound, hissing faintly. Spying movement in the water, Kuruma dove in quickly. He emerged a few moments later clutching a few decent sized fish in each hand. He stared at the coherent Sen as he walked out of the water. He pulled his shirt back on, the water soaking it, keeping him cool. He sat down next to his sword, using it as a back rest. He pulled out a kunai knife and began to clean the fish.

A few moments later and Kuruma stood again. He walked past the girl, into the wooded area. He took his time looking for the right sticks, giving Sen some time to herself. An animal in an unfamiliar place gets unwary, he wanted her to feel comfortable. After some time, Kuruma emerged from the woods with a few sticks. He make a small spit with the sticks, lighting the small fire with his fire release ninjutsu. He slowly turned the fish over and over, his stomach growling. The delicious scent of fish cooking filled the area. Kuruma made sure he only grabbed dead wood, he didn't want a repeat of earlier. He had not known of her heritage, she obviously viewed the attack as a personal assault. Kuruma shook his head at the memory, he accomplished his goal of showing her his power, but it wasn't exactly the way he planned.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma pulled his meal off of the flames. He blew a powerful gust of air out, cooling off the sizzling fish immediately. He stood up and scarfed each fish down in one bite each, he was ravenous when he ate. He cracked his neck then stood up. A smile crept up to the corners of his mouth, his stomach was satisfied. The only times he ever acted normally was when he was hungry and eating, he would act comically on occasion. He cracked his knuckles next, then rubbed his stomach. He heard a faint sound coming from the water, the girl was probably awake and active now.

After a quick stretch he made his way quietly through the trees, until he came to the oasis clearing. He leaned his side against a tree and stood watching the girls motions. She was an interesting one, but Kuruma was unsure if she even understood him, or what was going on. He decided it was time to see. Walking slowly so she could see him coming, he made his way towards the water. He kept his hands at his side and his eyes concentrated on her.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma stood there silently and let the girl examine him. His brain was trying to think of ways to communicate with this person. He fell to his knees and placed his hands on his legs. Even kneeling he was almost the size of the girl, altough she was standing in mud a few inches below him. His eyes stayed focused on hers. After a few moments of silence he slowly lifted a hand, bringing it to his chest in a closed fist. "Kuruma." Kuruma said softly but powerfully. He opened his hand and slowly brought it up to the girl, placing it softly on her shoulder. "Senju." Kuruma said quizically, as if he were asking a question that he thought he knew the answer to. He moved his hand away, bringing it down to his knee once more. Tilting his head ever so slightly, his eyes practically burned through the girl, it was a gaze that would intimidate most, and break a lesser man or woman. Lifting the cloth that had been ripped on his chest, he showed her where the wound had already scarred over.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma smiled at the girl, but even that smile had a hint of evil in it. He stood once more, towering over the girl. He reached into his shinobi bag and pulled out a bingo book. He began rifling through the pages, looking for some hint of info on the girl, but found nothing. He slid the book back to his pouch. "Sen Senju..." He repeated. He knew words would be lost on this girl, he had no idea how to reach her. He could see the curiosity burning in her eyes. The eyes that had once belonged to an animal seemed almost human again. It would take a lot of work to polish her rough edges, but he admired her animalistic fighting style, it reminded him of when he let the demon take over. He would make this girl strong, he would have her running at two hundred percent after he finished training her, that is if he could even get her to understand the concept of training. Her whole life she spent learning to fight on her own, as an animal. Without formal training, she was not going to reach her full potential, Kuruma would see to it that she would, he wanted to suck the most power out of her possible when the time came. Turning his back towards her, he walked towards his sword and floating scroll, knowing the curious cat would follow.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Kuruma turned his head and looked back at Sen over his shoulder. The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched the girl discover herself more and more each minute. "Hm. Seems like you are becoming more and more human each second." Kuruma said, more for himself than for her. He looked back at his gear on the ground and raised his palm forward. The scroll floated over to him of its own accord. He swiped sideways at the air then let his arm fall. The scroll unraveled to its full length, the evil curse markings dancing on the page as if they were alive. The scroll stayed afloat, curling around his body like an invisible whirlwind took over it. He turned back towards Sen and walked over to her, the sroll spinning around him wildly. The scroll was a mystery to all but Kuruma, its meaning could only be described by him. While the page was full of curse marks, they had no correlation to each other, each mark was the chakra of a single shinobi he had stolen after killing them. He stood in front of her, eyes focused on the girl as she danced in front of him. Kuruma was going to try something he had never done before, something he had never even tried, it could even be impossible. He was going to give power to this girl, he was going to give her a single curse mark. He watched the dancing markings until he found the one that he was seeking. He could tell which mark belonged to which shinobi simply by looking at it, but the markings held no significance to anyone else. He placed a hand on the page and the single mark turned firey orange. It danced up the scroll on to his palm. He turned his palm upwards, and the curse mark burned orange in his palm. In one swift motion he was behind the girl, an arm wrapped around her waist, and his palm wrapped around the back of her neck. He focused his Sealing technique, and transfered the curse mark to the girl. Normally this technique would be used to drain the opponents chakra, but he refocused the technique to simply transfer the mark to her. His palm grew warm on her neck. He clutched her waist tighter, knowing it would be painful. After a few minutes he let go of her neck, and the curse mark slowly faded from orange to purple to black, a purple mist floating off of it. The curse mark when activated would double her speed, strength, and amount of chakra, however it would slowly kill her until she became more accustomed to it. He would have to train her, in this state Sen would be dead within ten minutes of using the curse mark. He would have to bring her to her limit, and slowly but surely she would be able to use it longer. He slowly let go of the girl, unaware if she would collapse from the pain or not. It would pass, but it could very well knock her unconcious again.

Kuruma
*Demon of the Sand*

Sen crumpled to the ground as soon as he let her go. Kuruma stared coldly, watching the girl spasm at his feet. The transfer process was complete, the curse mark was black on her neck. Kuruma reached down and laid the girl straight, holding on to her shoulders. Purple mist floated out of the holes on his arm where her nails pierced through. He crouched awkwardly over the girl, holding her still until she no longer moved. The pain was still clear on her face. He sighed, closing his eyes.

Kuruma slid his arms underneath her, scooping her up. He took her over to the water, and waded in until he was over waist deep and Sen was half submerged. He splashed a bit of water on her face. "Wake up." He mumbled to her. Kuruma's brain was twisting, plotting something fiendish. He would test Sen's new power, and he knew just the target to test it on. Kuruma closed his eyes again and waited for Sen to wake up. He needed to see how she could first affect the trees around them with the new curse mark, it would be the simplest way to actually see her new power. He may have to make her angry again.