She had lost track of the days since she had last seen her sister. Both of them, herself and Airisu, had been captured during the fall of Suna. They probably wouldn't have been had they not fallen behind in order to close off Akiko's lab, but Yuriko was still glad they had managed to keep the secrete facility safe from the marauder's hands. They had thrown them into a jail, separated them for their obvious connection with one another, and when this wagon she now road in the back of had shown up to take her and the rest of the prisoners out of Suna and to Kazetokai, they had cruelly left Airisu behind so that now Yuriko didn't even have her big sister with her. It wasn't really until they had road off that the green skinned Megami had begun feeling weak. Being separated in the jail cell was one thing, but they were still but rooms away. With each passing day that she spent away from Airisu, though, Yuriko grew weak. It's something Akiko had said would happen to them.
It must have been a three day travel by horse drawn carriage, Yuriko assumed. The two guards in the front at the reigns had been excited last night when they stopped and rested at nightfall for the fact that they were nearly there, and since two days had already gone by along with half of a third, Yuriko knew they were getting close. She was never the smart one. Had Airisu been here they would have probably already escaped. However, Yuriko had a certain amount of street cred, a resourcefulness about her. Even though the chakra inhibiting bracers that clamped he hands together inhibited her and the rest of the prisoners that were chained up in the wagon from manipulating chakra, Yuriko had kept hidden a plant she had grown just before being captured, and she had finally figured out what to do with it.
Her movement cloaked by both the cover on the wagon and the constant rattle of the chains around their ankles created by the bumpy ride across sand dunes, Yuriko got up and walked straight across to the man from her. Whoever he was he was a Suna shinobi, and Yuriko was about to pull a page out of Akiko's book that would have just made her sister's skin crawl. "Excuse me, but I need to borrow your face." Before the confused man could say anything, she plummeted her cleavage into a forced motor-boat before the man forced her off of him.
"What in Hell has gotten into you, have you gone mad with mirage." He yelled, which really freaked Yuriko out since she didn't want to attract attention from the front of the wagon.
"Shush! I've got a lock pick in my bust and I can't well and reach it with my own mouth." It was like a matter-of-factual tone she had taken with the guy.
"You've had a pick this whole time and you wait till now to pull it out. How dense are you girl?"
"Will you shut up and just grope me already?" Alright, so she definitely lacked the sexual subtlety of her mentor, though Yuriko didn't quite get the satire that Akiko only used seduction as a tool. Reluctantly, the man chose to help her, though not with his face. Instead, he used his own gauntlet covered hands to force the twig up enough so that Yuriko could snag it in her mouth. "Tinkyou." She thanked him without moving her teeth which held the stem in place. The plan was nothing more then a thorny rose stem that had been reinforced by mixing its genes with those of a coconut. The result was a brown thorn stem that had rather chaffed Yuriko on the way up, though its end was formed into a fine enough point that it could hopefully pick the lock.
Without another word, Yuriko sat back down and immediately made herself very flexible by pulling up her legs in a compressed spread eagle to bring the lock around her feet up near her face. The reaction of the man, and several others in the wagon, was another one of disgust since the position really didn't help fight against the slutty image the girl had just created for herself. "Have some common decency girl!"
"Hey, what's going on back there." One of the brutes in the front called back. Yuriko's heart pounded faster as she rushed to try and jimmy the lock free, wiggling her jaw to cause the twig to feel around in the lock body for the release.
"Get back there and check it out will you?" Forget jumping, her heart all but practically stopped as the one man got up at the insist of the driver. Throwing the cover back as he walked in, the lock popped just as Yuriko set sight on the interrupting man, causing the cuffs to unlatched and the elevated chains to drop dead on the floor beneath Yuriko.
The Megami immediately rolled herself up with a muffled, "Ut-oh."
She took some slow steps back to the end of the wagon as the brute approached her. "Looks like somebody wants gutted early." He scoffed as he reached for the hilt of his waist sword. Yuriko quickly spat out the twig like a dart which struck the man straight in the eye. As he screamed a bloody howl causing the wagon to waver as the driver reared it from the shock of the wail, Yukiko jumped form the moving carriage and rolled along the soft sand. She wasn't hurt, which was good since instinct told her she had to immediately get out of there. Unfortunately, there are not many places to hide in a desert, and so she took to just running in the opposite direction of the wagon as fast as she could, her arms still constricted by the chakra cuffs.
"MY *%$#ING EYE!!" The man screamed as he ripped the bloody twig out of his right eye socket and covered the bleeding wound with his hand, rushing back to the front. "Turn this thing around, I'll kill her, I'll &#@*ing kill her!"
"You let one of them escape?" The driver complained, not showing any sign of mercy over the bloody mess the eye of his fellow guard had become. "I'll be lashed a lot worse for not getting this delivery in on time then you will for loosing a bloody prisoner." He had no intention of stopping.
"Then it looks like this is my stop." The ruffian said just before jumping out to the side of the wagon and rolling much like Yuriko. When he sat himself up he pulled off a shard of thread and used it to create an eyepatch, tying the fabric tightly in the back of his head to diagonally covered part of his face. If it was the last thing he'd do, he'd kill that girl.
As for Yuriko, she didn't look back as she called out, "HELP!" hopelessly in the desert for somebody other then the tumbleweeds to hear her.