Name: Michio wants a puppy for some damn reason
Rank: A
Custom Or generic: Custom
Participants: Shihouin
Description:
With nothing to do and bored out of his mind, Shihouin wants to set out and train some of his abilities to their peak level. Without him having anyone to train on or anything he sets out to Kiri to train. Since he plans on training just by jumping in the village and surviving against whoever comes at him, Michio asks him to pick up a puppy if he's going to do anything. Shihouin happily declined, but being in the Days of the Week doesn't mean he has 100% freedom at the moment. If he makes the wrong moves against Kiri things may not go well for him and the group in the long run. So Michio decides that if he wants to do anything he must bring him back an Inuzuka dog, preferably the cutest puppy ever. Since Shihouin really doesn't care and his main objective is to train, he takes the mission regardless of how homosexual it seems.

Objective The main objective here is to not fail. Aka, don't die.
Primary:
Get Michio a cute puppy and of course bring it back alive and whole.

Secondary: Train all of the SC's.

Despite trying to keep a low profile, now that Shihouin was apart of a group with the Second as the leader he felt as if he had a chore to make things just as hard on everyone else. No, it was more of an obligation. Even though they had begun to mend the very broken relationship they shared, Shihouin felt the constant need to make his life a living hell. After all they both were from the same village and Shihouin had a bank full of ideas for payback. He still couldn't get over his humiliation in Konoha and the grin on Michio's face when he brought it up made it hard for Shihouin to keep his mischievous actions to himself. The constant trolling on his end didn't know any bounds. To settle on a truce he would do a favor for Michio and at the mean time cause mayhem elsewhere. Finally acting as a man of his word and sticking to the truce, Shihouin ends up in a long line of random people trying to get in to Kiri.

Third in line, Shihouin kept his wits about him and tried to remain patient. The security here was extremely thick and the large black bag on his back didn't help make anything easier at all. He stood solo, wearing a nice white t-shirt, long black pants with large pockets, black shoes and a black over coat worn by most young adults in high school. The unbearable heat and humidity made everything worse and letting some of the wind into his shirt and chest allowed him to breath a bit. Taking to effort to keep a small profile as of now, himself he moved a step closer with the large black bag on his back, switching it to his front to allow him through the small doors of security.

Towering over most people allowed him to see most things that he wasn't supposed to. He could easily see what the security guards were doing as they molested people thoroughly and he could see over into their computers as they ran scans on everyone, even though they weren't in the lines. One of the guards grew a small concerned look as Shi smiled lightly at her, lifting a small cute wave her way. As Shihouin arrived to the check in area, about three guards swarmed in, gloved and ready to begin the process. Shihouin took to a chair and sat lazily. He leaned his back over to the right edge of the chair, allowing his lanky arm to sit on the back of it. He spread his legs wide and looked over to the guards while he tucked his large black bag in between his legs.

The first of the guards looked directly at him and sized him up. He leaned over and whispered something directly into is ear. The message had passed to the shinobi and he took off as the questions began. "State your business and what you're doing here and how long you'll be." Shihouin kindly smiled. "I just came to train honestly. I have some things that I need to brush up on skill-wise and I heard there were some good shinobi here." The guard placed both of his hands on his belt full of little electronical goodies, trying to finger a button under Shihouin's eyes. His right thumb definitely passed over something to alert someone else. It was too obvious. "So you're a ninja?" he asked. "I wouldn't really use that term." a smart reply for a dumb answer. "Mind if I see whats in the black bag?" Shihouin rose his left foot and placed it on the bag, forcing it forward with a nice push.

The guard bent down to the bag in a low squat. See Shihouin had already begun to see through these moves. The squat forced his muscles to contract for two options. He could either jump back if something was going to pop out at him or simply duck back and let it fly over head. Either way it was obvious that he was prepping himself. While bent down, he was keeping his line of sight away from Shihouin. This small window of time allowed him to activate his Sharingan quickly to confirm that there were more guards stationed on the other-side of the wall, turning it off as soon as he knew their position. The bending guard took the black plastic back and tussled with the top of the thick plastic, undoing the knot that Shihouin had created. After a minute of fondling with the bag, he opened it up and looked in side a bit horrified at the contents.

Inside were two bodies. One male, one female. Both were about six feet from the look of it. The skin, the lips, the eyes the crust of death that seemed to linger over their bodies. The female had a large incision on her neck, evidence that the body had been drained more than likely after the killing. Both were completely naked, showing that he either had caught these people in the privacy of their own homes or removed the clothing. Either way, the analysis only furthered the evidence that he'd done this intentionally. The male had no such cuts or anything about him, but looked different from normal. As shinobi looked on he could see that the male was... still breathing. That maybe he had been knocked out and assumed dead but hadn't died yet. The ANBU quickly moved the bag towards the door pressing a button on his uniform simultaneously. The alarms went off and everything went into to lock down.

The six ANBU would all come out of nowhere, sliding through the walls, armed to the teeth. The wore a different get up from Konoha ANBU and were poised with hand signs, weapons, even down to basic kunai. The very chair Shihouin was sitting in morphed into earth and wrapped itself around Shihouin binding him in in a submissive position. His hands were outstretched to prevent any seals from being formed and his seals and his feet were locked together to prevent movement. "What's the problem officer?" The ANBU walked over to him, some how now confident that the stranger had no abilities. "One count of murder and another of kidnapping. Since you match some of our information there are several ninja on their way to take you in." Shihouin smiled, "So I do get to go in the village? Ahahaha I win!!" The coils tied tight and gripped him painfully, almost to the point where they could cut off circulation. "Oh yeah, go tighter!! Oh! It hurts so good! I didn't know you Kiri ninja were into BDSM.Kinky!!!" The ANBU guard shook his head and turned around. Hopefully there would be ninja answering the call that was more than likely sent out over all the village. They would also need to assist the man in the bag and hopefully rehabilitate him along with burying that woman in a more respectable grave. The ANBU would silence Shihouin with a piece of earth wrapped around his mouth. They would wait for exactly five minutes and if no one else arrived they would interrogate him in their quarters. If they stopped and clogged up the village gates now, it would only prevent more trouble down the road.

For the record, I do not like busy work. Busy work is as bad as trying to repetitively bake potatoes in an broken oven; truly a pointless feat. No matter how the big pile or the detailed amount of information I needed to read would ever satisfy these people who send them to me. I could care less about the different type of metal in a kunai is .03483% in cost compared to the standard model or the complete application on how this type of material for boots would produce less aerodynamic if I approve this one. The list goes on and on and on for mundane bullshit that my secretary could do in less than an hour before chewing on her peppermint bubblegum and read one of those-god knows what they’re called-magazines that showed all the gossip columns of the movie star in a far off country and those “What is your sign and what guy would match with your beautiful self” type of pages. I’ve read one of those things before and before anyone says it, I didn’t read it because I was curious. It was the one thing she left in the damn bathroom and I had nothing else better to read at the time. Let’s just say I keep that a personal secret and I have no intentions of ever letting the secret out to the public.

I sat in my lounge chair, resting back with my legs crossed and up on the table. I had maybe an inch of so of paper left signing but I wasn’t all that concern about it. Keep telling myself that if I come into work more often, the pile wouldn’t be so high and I wouldn’t feel like this every time I came into the office which was most of the time deterred to get out of this place and the other half wanting to burn every single piece of paper in here. I had closed my eyes for just a moment, a moment would be maybe two or three minutes before I heard the sound of the buzzing coming from my intercom. It jolted me, my eyes opening up with surprising reaction. I lifted up a foot and dropped it down on the table. The phone flipped in the air and looped itself down falling into my hands. I put the receiver to my ear “This is Sono Kirinonai.”

“Hey, Sono!” my secretary on the other line said with the enthusiasm that would make an emo kid lighten up. I had plans on correcting her trying to get her in the habit of saying Kirinonai-san or Sono-san or something. It’s not like it matters, just like if someone was in the other room and heard that, they would not think highly of me. Call me crazy but I know people a bit too well “Seems like some operatives captured a man at the front entrance. Seems quite odd for someone to just want to get captured like that if you ask me. They were waiting for you to show up, guess they called you a few times on your cell but you didn’t pick up so they called me and I relayed the message to you.”

I reached a hand to my belt where I had a interconnect cell phone that had direct contact with my black operatives. I usually have it on vibrate or at a low ring. I must’ve turned it on silent either today or last night. I flipped the phone up and there was the picture of a tiny phone with an x on the right side of it and on the top of it was “1 Missed Call”. There was no message in his voicemail box. Well, at least they were doing their jobs right. I, on the other hand, was sleeping on the job. Only difference that makes the operatives and I is the fact that they have no perks or leeway in terms of slacking off, I do which is essentially what I like about it. “All right, I’ll be down in the quarters shortly. Tell them I’m on my way”


“Very good.” She said and the phone clicked in my ear. I hanged up the phone and got up from my chair. The moment I get out of my chair, I realize then that this is probably one of the oddest situations he’s heard of before. A man just walked up to the guard gate, they asked their business due to protocol. The guy probably did something stupid or rather something that would make the operatives nervous for the most part. Then, the guy would actually let them cuff him and send him so he can get access into the village.

It was quite a strategy. It was called the Trojan Horse tactic, only used by Konoha operatives of ANBU agents. It’s a risky move on the agents part but it works wonders on a village that have some weak foundation on some part of the infrastructure. Seeing that Black operations was now running but new, many had the skill but others were still fresh. I could think of a few people but I wouldn’t need to do a searching of who it was. My first guess would be the most obvious and of course, the correct one. It had to be either my brother Hiroshi, who seeing in his position would do it out of sheer entertainment of himself or someone who was in ANBU, formerly perhaps who decided to go rogue on the account of the village being pretty much in shambles. I grab my coat, my two hidden blades and my two trusty swords both ebony and ivory. I cracked my gloved fingers, the wires flexing with it as I stretched my hands and walked out of my office room.

I walked out of the office and to the direction where the operative rooms were station. They weren’t far from me, maybe a block over. The black operation quarters, the place where most operatives train, investigate and interrogate was a new addition to Black ops, certainly thankful for the guy who added it on whoever he was. My only problem was the fact that I had to either use the tunnels in order to get to the building or walk on the surface. It would’ve been better to just have all of them both quarters and intelligence buildings in one building. Can’t complain really. The corridors were somewhat narrow, enough for maybe three people to walk side to side with rooms on both sides. On one level was the training rooms where new recruits were tested and veteran members taught the young gen. I saw maybe four groups, two on either side training each other on certain tactics almost lost and forgotten by time. I made a left on the far corridor to where the rooms were one would be held if someone were to do the Trojan horse tactic. I went over to the room where there was two guards standing in front. Both of them went attentive as I walked into the room. It was a twelve by fourteen room where there was one of his agents, Han, standing in front of a one-way window. He had a Styrofoam cup of coffee in his hand, the steam rising from the cup and as he rose the cup to his mouth he looked over at me with that look that wanted to get out of here.

“I know Han. It’s your break. Sorry I took so long. Busy as hell.”

Han waved a hand on him and put that hand on his hip “I could care less Sono. I’m glad you’re here otherwise I would’ve just locked him up in a cell and hoped for the best. I could give a rat’s ass as to how much I care at this point.” He pointed at the man sitting down in the metal chair “That’s the guy” he stated obviously.

“Well I see that.” I said. "Are you going to tell me now that he has black hair and is six foot five?" Han wasn't too impressed by the comment and he ignored it by sipping his coffee, not even paying any attention to my eyes. I didn’t show my expression of surprise to see the Hokage-well former Hokage in the interrogation chamber ready to meet me or one of my interrogators. All I thought was “What the fuck did my brother do now?” over and over in my head as Han was explaining what this guy did. I didn’t really hear him, I didn’t particularly care what he had to say. When he was done talking I nodded and said “All right, you can leave now. I can handle this by myself.”

Han gave me a weary look in his face. He had that sudden moment of self-doubt on himself and doubt to me but I gave him a reassured look that I knew what the hell I was doing. I was basically winging it at this point. I had decided to say “fuck it” to myself and go along to whatever the former Hokage was doing. “He’s not much of a threat” I lied to him “With those walls however, he won’t be able to use nin or gen. It’s all taijutsu from here on out. You know that.”

Han raised a hand to rub his messy blonde hair “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ll…leave you here to do whatever. You know what to do if something happens. I’ll be in the other room” he took a sip of his coffee and walked out of the room. When I felt like it was secured, I open the door to the grey and bleak looking room where there was a table and two chairs. One of them was already occupied by Shinshou. I closed my eyes and rubbed both eyelids, hoping I would be able to crush them with some force. It didn’t particularly work.

I sat down in the chair and leaned back looking at Shinshou “Well, I would say that you look like shit right now but that joke is old as hell and I don’t plan on saying it again.” I said it in such a bored yet irritated voice that I didn’t even recognize it as myself “Maybe…just maybe you came here for the reason of infiltrating Kirigakure.” I shrugged “It happens and the tactic you used is an old Konoha trick. I don’t know what the hell you’re here for…but I damn well know that it was my brother that sent you, Shin Uchiha.” I then smiled at him, genuinely smiled at him “How long was it until my brother picked you up after that mess in Konoha? I remember you coming in but I don’t remember when. I’m a busy guy. Two months? Three months? Does it really matter? Probably not.”

I turns my shoulder so his arm bit was over top the seat of the chair and pointed to the window “I swear if you came here for something stupid, I will not hesitate to snap your neck. I don’t care if you are my brother’s member, I will snap it.” I said it in such a bored tone that I yawned a bit “But if you’re here for a legit reason, I may, and I mean MAY let you roam as long as I’m with you. I rather not have you compromise my mission for the sake of my brother’s stupidity.”

Leon yawned as he stretched his body and ligaments, making sure that the threads he was utilizing allowed him to work correctly. There really was no reason for him to do this, but he was bored and he had yet to surprise Michio and fully scare him. Scrunching his arms close to his body, and bringing his knees to his chest, Leon used his threads to wrap around him, providing a very strong barrier against most attacks by hardening the threads to a metal like hardness.

Using the threads to push himself up in the air, Leon began utilizing the threads almost like a slingshot, keeping himself stationary but picking up immense amounts of speed. Once he had reached the desired speed, Leon used the slingshot effect to throw himself towards a tree. This was just a test run against Michio, so the damage done to the tree would determine how well it would work on him.

Once Leon uncurled, he turned around and looked at his starting point. Which happened to be somewhere between one hundred and one hundred and fifty meters away. That test run was much better than expected, and much more destructive than Leon had anticipated. High speed combined with extreme durability, and Leon managed to take out half of this mini forest on the small island surrounding the Mizu no Kuni.

Chuckling gleefully and rubbing his hands together, Leon quickly ran back to the starting point, which was in all reality a small little valley Michio and he had found while waiting for Shin to get back from the main land. Apparently there was something about a puppy… Leon wanted a puppy. Maybe Shin would bring one back for him as well, which would cause Leon to be very, very, very happy. And a happy Leon was always a good Leon to be around.

Setting himself back up in his ball mode, Leon kept the tendrils from wrapping around his head long enough to call out to Michio, who was somewhere over past the forest, a good ways past the destruction Leon just caused, which meant that he wouldn’t have heard the crashing of the falling trees. He may have felt it a bit, but there still should be little enough knowledge of what he was doing, which would mean the advantage of surprise was on Leon’s side.


”Michioooo, come here. I found somethingggg,” Leon shouted, acting like a small child who just found something cool. It was this nature Leon had that had people calling him crazy and weird, but all it really was, was Leon trying to have fun and enjoy himself. Sometimes.

Wrapping the tendrils around his head, and keeping his eyes cleared until the very last second, Leon began spinning very, very quickly until he felt Michio’s presence appear, at which point he used the same method that destroyed the large row of trees to fling himself at the leader. While this was going on, Leon manipulated the threads inside the tendril ball to act as shock absorbers, reducing any impact drastically so that Leon wouldn’t end up doing something stupid like breaking his neck if he hit a rock or something silly like that.

Shihouin couldn't believe that through the years and down the length of time that he would ever face this man again. He now knew who he was of course, but he he couldn't help remember the last time they met up. He'd assumed that this man was Michio, or better correctly put as the Second Hokage. Little did Shihouin know at the time that Michio apparently had a twin fucking brother -out of nowhere right?- who was hiding through the shadows all this time. What Shihouin could not grasp was the slight inconsistency that Michio and this stranger had. If Michio wanted out of the village why didn't they just swap places? Was it because that Ithis man was not really on terms with Michio at the time? Would this guy -and he seemed like it- try to fuck him over in the long run and take the power for himself? Shihouin didn't have enough knowledge on the both of them, nor did he at the time to perform any concrete analysis. He gathered the strangeness of seeing this man again in Kiri as nothing but suspicious for both Michio and this guy.

Being shoved around to the interrogation room and away from the crime scene meant that Shihouin would now be placed somewhere which probably nulled all jutsu use down to only plain taijutsu arts. If he couldn't manipulate his chakra internally or externally it came down to the best hand to hand combat fighter. Obviously this guy would only surround himself with the best close-quarters-combat ANBU soldiers for that very reason. There was no way out of the dark painted room that he was in and there was no way he was going to do anything any time soon. He was forced in this situation to wait it out, no matter how long it took.

At least in this room they didn't force his hands to the table. Shihouin looked around the solid wall room, wondering exactly what was going to happen and when he was going to walk his white-haired ass in and get this all sorted out. There were no windows or walls to look through, no need for cameras or anything. Just a table and a spare chair. Since there were probably dozens of shinobi monitoring his chakra through their eye techniques or what not, he figured the best way to deal with the situation was to show that he was relaxed and that his chakra was relaxed. Shihouin placed his feet up on top of the table, sliding low into the back of the hair and he crossed his arms over his chest. His head barely poked over the table at all and his long legs sat happily relaxed on the table. Knowing that they could hear him, he spoke. "I want some fried rice." Even though they had no obligation to do anything for a suspected murderer and a confirmed terrorist, they figured it would at least calm him down.

A few minutes later one of the ANBU walked in with a bowl of fried rice, a fork and some water in a commercial bottle. He walked out backwards and slowly making sure Shihouin wouldn't try anything even though everything was plastic down to the fork. Taking the food with his right hand, he ate slowly and enjoyed the spring water. It wasn't much rice but it was enough to satisfy a hungry traveler. He couldn't believe that this incident would cause the village to react this way. All ready they had one of their top commanders on the job. He felt honored that he was receiving such attention even though he had wished to see the Mizukage him or herself. A Kage to Kage talk would be nice, but for now he would try to reminisce the moments he had with this Michio-looking guy.

As soon as he walks in Shihouin goes to a more attentive lazy posture, with his feet back up on the desk but his head high enough so it wouldn't look like he could fall asleep any moment. Each golden eye grinned behind his eyelids into a genuine smirk that screamed out trouble. Everything he stood for and wanted to do to this place could be read in that smirk and if anyone wanted to prevent it their best bet would be to kill him now and not look back. He was one of those types that were unpredictable but predictable at the same time. It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble but how he was going to do it was a mystery. As he listened to him, Shihouin began to remember some of the thoughts the last time they met.

He was one of the few people that could get under Shihouin's skin. "Wh-wh-what was your name again? I-- I--. Ikkou, do I have it right? Well whatever. Your name could be Watson or some shit. We'll stick with Ikkou." Shihouin moved from his position and tucked his legs under the table, putting his elbows on top of the table and sitting more proper. "Look at you man!" Shihouin put on a smile and look of the ages. "You're dashing, darling! Ahahaha! It looks like you're doing good. But what I don't get, is that... I come in and I try to train and I just want to drop off some bodies and you all flip out! Like... " He threw his arms up in the air, waving them around. "Whooooaaaa!!! He's got some dead bodies in this black bag!!! Guess we gotta arrest him!" His hands drop down on the table and resume seriousness. As he speaks he taps the table in a staccato rhythm. "Bull. Fucking. Shit. You know damn well that I would not ki- Well. Hmm. Well you know I wouldn't come with dead bodies. I'd kill someone in here, but I definitely would not come with them. You know its a diversion and that the guy in the bag is just me. You know that the chick is just a stone rock or log, about human sized, transformed into a body. You know that." Shihouin got of from his chair slowly and peacefully, pacing back and forth behind his side of the table.

"See the tables have turned. I am the bad guy and you're the good guy now. Talk about irony right? Well, technically I was always the bad guy and you were the only one to change. Now..." Shihouin turned around again, heading in the opposite direction. "You say you're gonna snap my neck, but what if you snap my neck and destroy what could be a clone body and fail to catch me? What if those bodies really are bodies and they aren't clones? What if I'm lying and I'm getting crazier with each word? What if I'm with Michio trying to put worms in his spaghetti? What if I'm trying to get on that sexy woman he has because I need to get my shit wet?" Shihouin turned around again, heading in the opposite direction. "Have you seen her? I think her name is Satsuriku or something. She is fucking hot. Lemme read you a bit of her profile. 'I'm a nice girl, about 5-10, 170. I like long walks on the beac'-buwahahhaha." Choking a bit on his laugh, he turns around again and walks in the opposite direction. "Yeah... no that's not her bio. I'm sure you've already read it and seen the pictures. Regardless, what if I'm trying to get my shit wet and she says no and I try to push her? What if I'm currently dead or something because I tried to fuck her and Michio killed me??" Shihouin stops and crouches low, spreading his arms out with a smile. He widens his eyes, mimicking a criminal being caught in the spot light. "What if I am Michio and I just want to bother the hell out of you and make your day stressful?" Shihouin continues in the left direction. "You don't know. Fuck, at this level of trolling maybe I don't even know. But you can't judge me man! In this ninja world there's gotta be 100% factual proof. Whether you frame the black kumo ninjas by sprinkling white powdery stuff on their noses, or you put that can of lube in the Chuunin-teachers desk. Either way, fake or not there needs to be some type of "proof." Maybe I am just rambling but I'm pretty sure your best option would be to let me train. And if your Kage has a problem with it, you can tell that fucker to eat a sack of dicks!!" Shihouin yelled that part out specifically, knowing that the Kage might end up listening to it if it was recorded.

A quick right and he continues his pacing. "I'm not going to do anything man. If anyone crosses me, well that's a different story. For the most part though I am going to just ask to train. If no one can train with me then I'll just make use of your shinobi facilities. Michio's stingy-ass has none. I swear he spends all the money on that girl or on himself. You should see some of the shit he has. The technology you got here is just a piece of what he's been hoarding. And to think I went from a rich-ass Kage to a broke S-Rank missing nin with basic cable, TV and a cat." Shihouin recollects on Michio and his faggotry when Shi was given a shitty room to stay in. "Don't think that I'm being someones bitch or following Michio around. If I went to Katsumi and joined the Cloud I'd be richer than all of you fucks. Hell I'd probably have the same job you have now, except I'd get bitches, bitches, and mo' bitches. Not to mention I'd get paid out my pretty-ass. And With Katsumi as the Raikage and me as 'Master Chef' we'd be unstoppable. No one could touch us. I envision Katsumi and I tag teaming bitches and the rest of the world, but where's the fun in that?" Shihouin turned around to his chair and began to sit down at it, winding down his long ass speech. He put his hand up in the air and moved it across the air to the right, signaling a news title and captions. "Kumogakure!!! Shittin' on you fools and fucking your bitches!!" With one last stare, Shihouin finished his speech.

"Let me in the village. Let me in and leave me unsupervised and let me do whatever the hell I want. You don't want me in your hair and I don't wanna be in those naps either. I promise I won't do anything to anyone and I'll train, get some puppies and leave." With an evil smirk, he leans back in the chair. "But if anyone fucks with me I swear Katsumi and I will have the fucking time of our life and everyone will hate you for not killing me this very moment."

Oh yeah, he went off the deep end. I want to say that most of it belongs to the madness of my brother’s mind, he has quite an influence on people and for the most part he does have that magnetic that I have. The only thing different about him and I is the fact that I attract everybody. And I do mean everything. The rate of how many people could follow me would add up all to four legion of men, I might be exaggerating on that but I wouldn’t doubt that my magnetism can do that. My brother, on the other hand, has a simple attraction of taking in the most insane of people. Shi isn’t exactly what someone would call insane at first. He was half way and he could’ve gone both ways. If Konoha wasn’t destroyed, he probably would be still Hokage till this day, I wouldn’t doubt it. However, the way he was speaking, ad libbing about how I would apparently fuck over Kirigakure, already gave me a clear picture of his insanity.

He was talking…and talking and talking and how about that, talking. I knew I talked when I was in Konoha and I was putting his face in his own puke but damn, this guy talked more than a fifty chipmunks. That was putting it lightly. I kept the same expression throughout all of it, that bored “I just don’t give a fuck” look. It was my default when I came across people like him. I gave the same look to Hiroshi, the look to Leon and of course to my superiors. To be honest, I could care less as to what the guy had to say. He could’ve told me that my heart would stop in five minutes and I would’ve kept that same glance, my eyes just looking at him from time to time and then look at the colorless walls that surrounded us. Then I would think about how I could easily just call in and say the body is a trap but then I would have to do more work today. As much excitement I was getting at, this was certainly not what I wanted to have on my hands right now. He could’ve said that I was just playing around with the face that I was giving. The cool guy act, that face that guy in a movie or a novel keeps but in actuality is just as worried as the main character. This, however, wasn’t a bluff. He would’ve realized it then but I assumed he was having a killer time just to say what he had to say. If I had some water on me, I probably just continue sipping on that until he was finishing talking. But I didn’t, which made me regret coming in here.

He gave me a little evil smirk. I just folded my arms and shifted in my chair, hoping that was the language he wanted me to do, which was uncomfortable worry and a tad bit of fear. I may not deal with the crazies all the time but I can get the general idea when they want things to satisfy them. I found out early on that when you’re dealing with crazies, you pretty much smile and nod your head. It reminds me of customer service, only thing lacking was either a competent person or someone who was predicatably angry. He was in neither category at this point. Looks like he joined the club.

He got done speaking, putting out his demands and eagerly waiting for my reply. Ah crap, what did he talk about again? Something along the lines of Kumo coming into Kiri and it would be fault or something? Maybe that was what was supposed to eat my conscious knowing that innocents would probably die. Well, that’s a part of the shinobi world. When shit hits the fan, it hits it. Sometimes you can stop by turning off the fan or other times, you just let it the fan. Either way, I couldn’t let him roam around freely as he demanded. Not because it’ll look bad on my part, that was the least of my worries. I rather him be close so I won’t have to worry about something going horribly wrong for my sake. I rather him be close and not be compromised than for him to go off by himself. I didn’t care if he was the former Hokage or not and had the skills like me who along with ANBU. I can’t let some six foot five shinobi roaming around because I just said ‘fuck it’ and let it be.

I folded my hands and rested my elbows on the table. I leaned my head against my hands and shook my head “All right. Listen” I raised one finger “One, you’ll never be rich because it won’t be your shit. Hell none of the stuff I really own is my shit except for the things on my back. You’ll always be poor, just like me. And if we’re going with wealth, well sorry to inform you but I’ve been richer than you since I was eighteen years old” which was true by the way. Dealing alongside the black market dealings, plus dealing with corporations such as the Teru Mikami Enterprise and stealing from extremely wealthy countries does give you a reputation of having money. Only reason why I look broke is because most of the time, I am broke. I hoard it somewhere safe so no one can find it and I only use that money just in case some shit goes down. I may be a thief but I knew how to save income.

I raised a second finger “Don’t threaten me with the Raikage. It would be the same threatening me with my brother or my father. It won’t shake me in my boots if that’s what you’re aiming for.” And that was a second truth. I’ve only about Katsumi through reports. He’s surprisingly skilled and I don’t doubt his abilities. But threatening me with him would be the same telling me that hornets are dangerous. They are, that’s goes without saying. My brother is dangerous, I myself is a threat to even me. But it was all apart of that ploy he wanted me to do. I've been threatened before, threaten plenty times by ten maybe twenty of Shi's, Hiroshi's and Katsumi's all around. I don't usually flinch, I've gotten use to that thanks to my father.

I raised a third finger “This place that we’re at, Black ops. It sort of runs like ANBU except these operatives don’t have any obligations about protecting its Kage.” I point to the direction of the door “Those guards out there standing along the walls. They are more the agents you don’t see. They take orders from either myself or Han. The guys that arrested you are more of the public and even they don’t any knowledge of what is going on here. There are no cameras down here and there are no listening devices which may prove good on your part. It’s essentially a safe haven from the eyes of the Mizukage’s.”

I push out underneath my chair and stand up “Listen, Shihouin. You’re a part of the Days of the Week; that I know. I’ll respect that for the most part since I help establish it. You could’ve went over to Kumo, which would’ve been the…better option in my opinion. Speaking on what material things you don’t have is laughable. Seems you don’t have any ulterior motives except for training which I can allow for you to do. However, if you wish to roam freely, you’ll have to do exactly as I say. No if’s ands or buts about it. Because if there is one thing I see missing, it’s the fact that you haven’t truly freed yourself.”

There was a eerie smile on my face. It was the smile that I had when I first met the Hokage, lost and defeated by something no man really feels at first. It is a aching feeling that this pain delivers and I see it now that he still has it within him. “You haven’t become a force to be reckoned with, have you Shihouin? When I see you now, I see the image of my brother shadowing over you. You say you aren’t his bitch which is fairly true. But he has a grip on you because you want to know why?” I walk over to him and both hands on his shoulders and I lean in close so I’m whispering distance to his ears. I say in a voice that I conjure whenever I want to convince people of something tantalizing “He fears you…You are still an Uchiha are you not? What is stopping him from ripping out your eyes and just…well you know…taking him for himself? You’re skilled, your prowess in your field and…”

I poke at his head lightly of course, I don’t want to piss him off at this point but make a valid statement “You are beginning to be just as crazy as him…maybe even more. I can teach you a few things he doesn’t know, something that may work well against him in the long run.” I pat his back and walk away from him towards the other side of the table “That’s my offer to you Shihouin. I’ll let you roam a bit if you take that into consideration. Maybe over a period of time, when I get a good feel of your trust that’ll extend out my fist and more towards an open palm.”

Michio.
Michio.
Michio.
Michio.
Michio.
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FUCK him.


Everyone keeps mentioning that name likes its got weight to it or something. Everyone keeps saying that name like it actually means something or that it's some threat that can be used to scare people. Despite all the bullshit that Shihouin had been through with Michio there was no one he hated more than Michio and now Ikkou as well. Ikkou looked exactly like the motherfucker but knew how to press Shihouin's buttons like he was an Arcade Stick. Each letter, word and sentence was nothing but a string of combos which he could not block against. They were all true to some extent, but what he was implying was wrong. Shihouin did not and was not letting MIchio manipulate him. Michio was and is not some great force that can decide what he does. Despite his inability to hold his composure while Ikkou throws another combo of insults at him, Shihouin decides that the best thing to do is grin and bear it. With tight lips and an obviously pissed off expression he gave Ikkou his time and let him speak his piece.

Shihouin desperately wanted to break each little finger on his hand. To hear the crisp snap, like breaking a fresh carrot would be nothing short of rewarding. No one truly understood Shi... Even Ikkou and all of his foresight would never really understand him at all. You can't verbalize his personality as much as you try and even the concept of it is vague at most. In this world there have been only two people that exist who could truly understand him and 'control' him. One was dead and Shi remembered the very nights he spent torturing her. The other was Ayame. Ayame was the only hope of having any control over him and Shihouin doubted that even Ayame could truly understand the power and bond that they shared. Regardless of whether or not he hated her and her way of living, there was something between them that he could not break nor separate. Deep in his denial of her and Nasamea, lied the truth that he kept suppressing. A truth that Ayame would know even till this day, wherever she was.

But as for Michio, Ikkou and even Katsumi in some sense, they would never know the answer to it. His close, small and very tight group of friends allowed him to establish a network of trust. Even someone like Shihouin has trust in a few amount of people to get the job done. Ikkou was going to be in that group of trust, but now since Shihouin can only see him as another obstacle that he needs to over come, trust is the last thing he needs from him. Ikkou is one of those types that you should trust however, someone that is crucial in making friends with. It's better to be his friend if you can than his enemy, but at this point in time Shihouin kept him in a neutral state. He knew that Ikkou was probably doing the same thing, if not more as well. To him, Ikkou seemed to describe him as a liability to his sanity. A man can only take so much bullshit in the morning before coffee.

During his talking Shihouin's heart rate had went down tremendously. His anger levels took a suicide dive, his face regained his normal composure and even the grin fell off of his face. He was calm to the point where he looked sane, he looked like a normal person incapable of giving the world so much trouble. Even his eyes began to look less beady and bigger, as if he has some original humanity within his cursed bones. The veins that would normally flood to the top of his skin were replaced with a smooth, calm texture. He lightly sniffled, rubbing his finger under his nose. It was almost like he looked like a good Uchiha, you could see a little bit of Itachi in him at that moment if you knew the history.

As Ikkou finished his remarks, Shihouin kindly and calmly began his response. He kept his voice at an inside level and kept all satire and sarcasm out of it. There was nothing to suggest that he was angry or being suspicious, or lying. He wasn't going to either. Poking his finger down on the table in a noiseless tap, he began. "Now... you listen to me." Sigh. "Despite you, your currency and how long you have had it means nothing to me. You might as well be one of those guys online who talk about their dick size." Shihouin shifted a little in his chair, coming a bit closer to the table. "You don't seem to understand the fact that the strongest tag-team ever would be me and Katsumi. The fact that I am able to say that with such a straight-face is proof of it. If you can't deal with me bothering you now and causing problems, what are yo---." Interrupting himself, he re-corrected his words. "What is Kiri going to do if we team up and mobilize and bring all of Kirigakure down? You have a nice life here I assume. It's nothing for you to give it up and move on, but won't the survivors hate you if you leave?"

Moving on, he let a bit of his agitation about MIchio seep out. "It's shinobi like me who save the world from genocide. Whether you believe it or not, I can become the only hope in this world. I can become the one who can bring back the 'true shinobi.' No one in this world has a much influence. Everyone is calm and dandy until someone like me creeps in and starts shooting. I'm the one who inspires the greats. Poverty, desperation, and power made me everything that I am. You know it... everyone acts like they aren't going to die any time soon." And he was right. He could even take a shot that the Mizukage was thinking that same thing. "Michio is nothing but a bug in this whole equation. I could careless what he thinks or does. I'll take you up on your offer, but later. If I were you though, I'd would take extra precaution because -"

With that, Shihouin completely disappeared from the office. The boy that was in the bag disappeared and the henge jutsu on the rock that was the dead female stopped. Ten more people out of the long line disappeared, leaving the civilians in wonder. The line would continue on though and everyone else would more than likely get in the village even though the ANBU were going to be hard-asses about getting in. This meant that the mission wouldn't continue on for quite sometime and Shihouin would have to hear Michio's mouth when he saw him next. Wherever Shi was, he was away from everyone else carrying that smirk on his mouth as he headed to see a friend.

Boring. That was how Haru described everything about his life and everything in it at this moment. He was wondering around the village, aimlessly and for no real reason other then to have something to do. He had wandered into a part of Kiri he was sure he had been to before but he couldn't remember exactly. He was currently trying to fight off the memories that tried to leak into his mind when he didn't have anything to do. He wasn't very old but he had a past he didn't want to remember. Loved ones...It was to much for him. Besides, looking to something a little happier, it's the reason he was here now after all. That wasn't so bad. Becoming a great shinobi!...regardless of how long it took. He would be great, he just needed a jump start. All the great legendary ninja his parents used to tell tales about had...what was it called...a Kekkei Genkai! Something unique or special that made them powerful. He needed one of those! As he thought about it his face grew with joy. Thats all he needed he thought as a big smile crossed his face. Wait...weren't most of those people born with kekkei genkais? and were they even real, or just stories his parents use to tell him? Gezz more thoughts that didn't help him brought his smile back into a disappointing look as he re focused on his feet.

He decided to see if anywhere in the village needed help. He really was thankful to the village for accepting him and liked to check in with a local Police type station from time to time to see if they had any minor missions or duties they needed done. Usually small time stuff like helping out store owners or looking for lost pets. None of it really mattered and Haru knew that much, but he still did it as a way to give back in small ways tot he village that had taken him in. He walked it, ignoring the looks from some of the scummy looking people in handcuffs waiting to be booked. Walking up to a tall wooden desk which severed as a check in station for the office, Haru couldn't help but hate himself for being short. The desk was tall, and his eyes and the top of his head only made it over the top, "This will make them take me seriously.." He thought to himself sarcastically as he tried to get the check in officer, busy with paper work behind the desk, attention. Finally doing so he asked, "Hey there Sir, The names Haru Lou. Im a Genin and looking to help out if you've got any work. Anything at all from big cases like tracking down Missing-Nin to well saving the world I'm your man." Haru smiled up at him, knowing he'd take it as a joke but also hoping..just maybe he'd have something important that only Haru could handle. The officer smiled back, amused by the boy and responded as he flipped through some folders to his left. "Well aren't you a little spit fire. Let me see, I have a woman locked out of her apartment 3 blocks down the road you could look into for me."

At that moment, an alarm in the back went off. It only rang for a few seconds before silenced. The officer along with the other people in the area all looked towards the back doors. Life burst through it as people began making phone calls and looking around frantically, then someone called for everyone to remain calm, Sono Kirinonai had been reached to take care of the matter. Someone then hustled over to the officer behind the desk and whispered in his ear then walked back tot he back room. Kirinonai...that was a name Haru recognized. A very high ranking member in Kiri, I think he was head of the Black Ops diversion or something badass like that. As soon as the man was back in the other room, Haru's attention snapped back to the officers. "Sir, what just happened?!" The man, looking shocked and dazed, responded without thinking,"A man came to the village gates with two bodies in a bag and let himself be captured. Sono Kirinonai is going to question and deal with him personally...." The officer quickly gave a surprised looked and almost jumped over the desk, leaning down to tell Haru to never speak of what he Had just said! Haru couldn't believe what he had just learned, He quickly agreed and yelled that eh would look into the locked out woman as he hurried out of the doors. This was big, screw the woman and her apartment, he could see to that later if he remembered. For now he had to find where this man, and by default Sono Kirinoal, was. He thought he was leader of the Black Ops division, which made sense cause if all that was true, those were the guys who'd be taking care of it. So Haru rushed through the streets, almost knocking people over as he went to get to the Block ops building, near the Main entrance. Hopefully he'd make it in time to find something out!

Finally reaching the building, winded but fighting to regain his breath, Hau marched into the main entrance and stormed up to the front desk. Thank God it was smaller and only a women, whom Haru was sure was at least a high chuunin or Jonin sat behind a desk looking through papers. She didn't even look up at him as he slammed his hands on the desk and made his demands. "My name is Haru Lou, and Sono Kirinaol NEEDS to see me right away. Take me to him or you'll be sorry!" He spoke with authority...that he didn't really have, but maybe this women would share the same erratic frame of mind that the police station had been in with the recent events and she wouldn't think twice but to take him right back. This wasn't the case sadly, without even looking up she responded, "No, now leave and shut the door Please." She was cold and to the point and Haru visually deflated, bummed that his plan hadn't worked right away. He wasn't done though. Seeing this women was a Hard ass, eh puffed back up and demanded once more, "Alright you clearly don't understand. Call wherever you need to, tell Sono Kirinoai that I am here and I'm not leaving until He gets here." With that, he stood up straight, dusted himself off, and stomped over to a chair where he sat in a fury, however fake it was, and crossed his arms in a stubborn fashion. Hopefully this would give the appearance he was someone important and she should just give into his demands...that was the pan anyhow.

I wasn’t please. I wasn’t angry that I want to shout to the heavens out of pure rage but neither was I satisfied by the complete fact of his words. I couldn’t really explain the feeling I was going through when I talked to him. I was relieved when I realized that he wasn’t fully controlled by my brother. I pushed his buttons; I have a tendency of doing that and I’m sure he knew it well. Someone told me long ago that I knew how to push every button, right and wrong. I mentioned my brother intentionally only to see where his allegiance stands. When he answered the way he answered, with that expressionless and emotionless glare, I saw in those eyes that immediate hatred. It was raw, chaotic hatred towards a person he once fear-rather, he still fears. It made me smile on the inside and I may have smiled outright but I didn’t notice and it didn’t seem he notice that himself or if he did, he hadn’t said anything about it. Perhaps there is a bit of hope for the guy.

There was one thing that peak my interest, something more so that was disturbing to hear. Regardless of my standing of being a lone wolf, I still found it something that could distraught me. I can imagine this was due to the fact that there was that little bit of shinobi that everyone has inside and never goes away, regardless of how rogue someone gets, it’s that inner Konoha shinobi. This combination, the Raikage and the former Hokage, it was interesting to hear about it. Technically, I didn’t get a complete definition on what skill level this particular Raikage is and I would most definitely be oblivious to this fact unless I met the man himself. Regardless of him saying it, he wasn’t bluffing. I doubt a man of Shihouin’s character could bluff when he’s in a situation where he has the opportunity to tell me things like this. I was that curious type, curious in the sense that if I fought this combination that it would put me in a world of hurt if I fuck up.

And when he spoke about him being a savior, there was something even more haunting than hearing about this team up. Somewhere, someone said that before. Shihouin had the exact same look that a person he knew had long ago; it was pure and absolute hatred that festered deep within the soul. ‘It is the Uchiha bloodline that stays pure to its origins’ my mother said to me long ago. Her words always wise and made me ponder. ‘Without that kindness, without that love…and Uchiha relies on everything else to fill that void…’

“Poverty, desperation and power is what made everything that I am…” When he said this, it was what my father said long ago. His words were “It was isolation, pain and pride that made me what I am now…”

It almost resonates to what my brother would say, how he was treated in such a manner that would drive him to become something like he is now. “I was controlled for the longest time” I heard my brother say “I was consumed in darkness and feared it. Now…now I embrace such darkness….the nothingness it brings me a sort of desire….choking me in a euphoric atmosphere that makes me wanna stop breathing and at the same time live.”

I lean my arms on the top of the chair and lean forward only to hold myself for the next part. Shihouin agreed to my deal which I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t take the option. But he said to take extra precaution. The henge disappeared almost immediately after, not leaving smoke behind. It didn’t take a genius to realize that there was probably a slight confusion among the public agents and few of the people who were within range of some clones. I lean off from the chair and walk to the door out of the room. The moment I left out of that enclosed space, I felt a bit of flowing energy come back into me. It was the feeling of my chakra moving through me. It is true that a person locked inside these walls, it is certainly impossible to perform ninjutsu of any sort. The exception to that are clones and shadow clones. Because they were created before they entered, they have the likeness and abilities like the original user. The Trojan horse tactic, I’ll never forget it.

I had plans on telling him about this war him and Katsumi were trying to start. I wanted to say something along the lines of not trying it yet. No point of destroying everything without taking everything first. I put my thumb on the bottom of my lip and rubbed it, thinking on whether I should tell him or not. It could bring a whole mess of things if I do tell him. Telling him now would only ruin the surprise in the long run and what I have in store is essentially one big birthday party. I can wait. I’m sure my brother and their group would find out sooner or later. Soon, every village will then begin to learn everything about this thing-the key.

I walk out of the room and the two guards were still standing there. They looked at me underneath their hoods. They didn’t wear mask like ANBU. There hoods did enough covering of their faces but they wore something that would shield their mouths and parts of their faces only for me to see their eyes. Even with the lack of expression they gave, they already had a knowing that Shihouin wasn’t in there. I did lie and say there wasn’t any microphone in the room. There was but only for the two agents outside to hear.

“What shall we say to the other agents?” One of them said in a very low voice. “And what of the Mizukage’s?”

I tilt my head and gave a charming smile “As far as they know, the prisoner escape while being transported to the interrogation area. The tactic of the Trojan horse was use in this case. Remember it well you two, you’ll probably come along this tactic and see it in the future. Keep a mental note of it”

They both repeated yes sir in unison. I walked down a narrow stretch of hallways with the two guards following my tail. The other guard came up behind me and was by my side. This agent was short, the cloak hiding a female figure no lighter than 110 pounds. I remember when she was recruited into the operation; her skills were indeed unmatched among her class. “Sir.” She said with firmness “There is a young boy outside of the main entrance.”

“Did you tell the front guards to relax and not try to strike at the kid?”

She nodded “It’s not the guards I’m worried about. Xi Tan isn’t exactly the patient one.”

“Ah yes.” I said mildly “I’ll go deal with the young man. All this ruckus getting him all excited and scared at the same time. I’ll need you two to alert the other naked wolf members and keep an eye out for any suspicious activity.” I point to the man and call his name “Take your team to the business district and market district” I call out the woman’s name “You take the lower district and mid town.”

“Hai!” they said in unison and disappeared like the shadows they were. Shihouin would be long gone by now. But I always make sure there are precautions made just in case. Two reasons really. One would be to keep the eyes of the public shinobi out of my hair. When I mean the public, I mean the people like the Mizukage’s and their army. The second is that if I know my brother and his gang is that they don’t travel alone. Two people I know travels alone but one is very certain to be alone and that is Aki. His habits are remotely the same over the year I’ve been along. I can usually tell what habits a person has in a few months just by the way they carry themselves most of the day. The second person is more unpredictable and seems to have many incidents where he is alone and not. If he shows up…I don’t know how I’ll explain that one.

There was a doorway that led to the lobby of Black Ops. There was a certain change from hitting my feet on carpet to then hitting my feet on tile. The entire atmosphere had changed significantly. As soon as I got out, there were benches that lead in a sort of semi-square. There was one set of couches that would end up to a corner while the other set would lead to the entrance of the building. No one was sitting there in that forest green couch. I always insist that there is no need but Xi Tan says otherwise. She was sitting at her desk, writing what appeared to be the monthly report on the amount agents gain and lost, how much money we’ve accumulated and all that good stuff that I’ll have to review. A lovely woman but her attitude was as hot as iron black skillet in a fire. On the white tile floor was a young teenager no older than thirteen. Someone could’ve mistaken him for even younger but his frame didn’t hold that of a young pre-teen but it wasn’t exactly a full teenager. He had very white hair like myself and short like mine but his hair defied gravity. He sat in one of the waiting next to the reception desk. His stubbornness didn’t show in his face, it showed in his body language too. Oh boy, what did I get myself into these days? I did say I was looking for apprentices but I wasn’t expecting someone like him.

There I was, mentally smiling and sighing again. I think I might’ve smiled outwardly but I didn’t care this time. I walked to Xi. Her head swiveled my way and looked at me with her hazel green eyes “This young man-“ she already started off.

“Yes, yes. I know exactly. No worries. The young man is my care, ain’t ya kid?” I winked at him knowing that if he didn’t play along this wouldn’t bold well for me. I was the black operation leader but I rather not people talk behind my back and say some shit like I’m a pedophile or something. God, I heard about the stories with Heiki when he first trained Ayame. He got dogged out by the people just because his attitude towards them was sour. “Kid’s just excited about it is all, no harm in that.”

“I don’t take demands very well from a little kid like him.”

I leaned on the desk and poked my head forward. She leaned back a little until she realized the intention of my leaning over. Then she relaxed a bit “Come on Xi. He’s just a young kid. Hell, I’ve seen many guys like him and they work in the business district and paying people.”

“Still…I rather not deal with little kids at the moment. That shinobi who brought in those bodies…”

“They are being dealt with” I assured her “We won’t be tolerating any of that in this village eh?”

I lean off and go towards the kid. I reached in my pocket and I pulled out a card. I leaned in his ear “This isn’t a good place to be right now.” I said solemnly “Go to this location and wait at the door. I’ll try to be there in ten minutes.” It was my apartment almost ten minutes away from this location. My eyes trailed to the desk hoping he would follow my line of sight “Not safe here.”

I lean back up and I press a smile on my face “Run along man. I’ll try to get to you as soon as possible ok?”

I walk out of the building hoping that I didn’t give the impression to XI and the guards standing out in front that I was rushing. I had to get back to my office first before I go to my apartment. There was an old saying that when something like this is happening it’s a “Fuck a rall” and when major shit is happening it’s a fuck a doodle doo. Right now, I’m between those two so I don’t know exactly what to call it.

Gahh maybe this wasn’t his best plan ever..but he was damned if he was gonna give in now. Just being in this building was serious business and if he caved in front of these people now then he’d never be welcomed back here, well...even less then he was now. He had been waiting a few minutes, and he was debating weather or not they were going to grow tired of him and physically remove him or if he was gonna fall asleep and make a fool of himself first. As he debated this in his mind he heard a door open. His eyes moved swiftly to the source of the noise and his eyes were what gave it away at first. Shock. Walking to the desk was non other then Sono Kirinoai himself. Haru quickly realized his shocked expression and hide it..as best he could which didn’t say much, but he did stop his jaw form hitting the floor. It had worked..his crazy scheme, that he concocted on this random chance decision upon hearing a bit of an alarm he was never meant to...had put him in the presence of one of the greatest shinobi Kiri had ever known. Haru was at a loss for words and tried to keep his expression together as he watched the man cross the room and start to speak tot eh hard-ass behind the desk.

He started speaking, probably gonna say something about Haru from the sound of it, but he cut her off. Haru liked this guy already. Listening to everything that was said Haru could only look at him as he heard, “Yes, yes. I know exactly. No worries. The young man is my care, ain’t ya kid?”. Haru looked at him, processing the words...This great ninja was claiming Haru was with him....He blinked, looking at the women and saying in a strong tone and speaking the only words that would come out, “Hell yes I am.” Proud that he had spoke he congratulated himself inside, but also scolded himself. ”Hell Yes I am” why the hell did he say that?? He heard her say she didn’t take demands form kids well. Oh but Haru didn’t really give her a choice did he. His stubborn act of defiance had miraculously paid off! He started to smile a bit but not to much to seem like a smart ass to be lucky enough to have Sono cover his ass. Then his attention was snapped back to his reason was brought back into perspective. She mentioned the shinobi who brought the dead bodies...and again eh cut her off.

What was he doing here if someone like that was in the village? Did his name really get him pulled away from someone like that? Surely not, I mean I’m a nobody. An orphan picked up by the Hidden Mist and looking to pay it back and make a claim but no one nearly important enough to even be a fly on his or anyones radar really. Something else then maybe? Who knew, but maybe he;d get the chance to ask! Then his mind was brought to back to the current situation, as Sono moved close to him, and Haru’s eyes snap down to see the man pull out a card that he then extended to Haru. He told him to go to this place and wait for him, he also suggested that because of this woman at the desk it wasn’t safe. My eyes darted a glance at her, and in my mind I thought I could take her....but then again in my mind I was also gonna win the lottery and people were gonna give me free ice cream one day. I looked back at Sono and took the card. He smiled and leaned away form him again and told him to get out of here and that they would meet up.

”Right, will do boss.”
Standing and moving for the door, Haru took a second to pause for less then a second and risk a glance back at the woman behind the desk.
“Told you.”
Even as he was saying it he was opening the door and steeping through. Shutting the door behind him he headed down the street and into a crowd of people. He had just walked into an demanded something that seemed impossible form the Black Ops headquarters...and not only was walking away in one peice, but had gotten exactly what he asked for! This day was redicoulos in all the right ways. And it was far from over. but first he was a bit worried that someone might eb following him, so to get clear, int eh crowd he was in was gonna be esy for him. He was a kid, adn small, and those following him were probably big. Two things, they were looking down at him and they couldn’t get through a crowd as fast as him. Out of no where he broke off into a sprint through the crowd, moving around legs like it was his job. Then he ducked under someone and dove behind a venders cart and made a hand sign. A clone of himself appeared hunkered down next to him. The clone took off the other side of the vender and Haru waited a minute. Then dashing away from the crowd, he used a back ally for cover as he ran up a wall and got on top of a roof to look over the situation. He saw his clone dashing through the crowd and two dark figures pushing people aside trying to follow him. One finally caught up to him and jumped to tackle him. They succeeded..in tackling a cloud of smoke. They looked around dumbfounded and Haru doubled over in laughter on the roof, rolling out of view. He didn’t know if they were Black Ops tailing him cause he was so special, strolling into the headquarters and getting his way and what not, or thugs trying to pick on a kid. If it was the second he head wished he had fought them, he could have used the stretch.

Regardless they weren’t his problem anymore. He sat up like lightning remembering. He pulled out the card and read it 3 times to make sure it was real and so he’d never forget it. It was an apartment number..hopefully not the one the women was locked out of. He’d hate to go through all this and still only end up helping her and missing his one chance to talk with Sono. Anyway, he’d find put. He got up in a haste and took off as fast as he could along the roof tops. Some people yelling at him to be civilized and walk on the road, others paying him no mind. The apartment was a few minutes away but if this was his chance to get to know THE Sono...he wasn’t gonna be late. But he took a wrong turn here or there..he wasn’t sure which and finally made it to the place! Down the block, maybe 3 or 4 apartments, was a women in tears by a door. I was out of breathe and panting pretty hard and my legs burned from running almost the entire way here. She was sobbing and I could barely understand her, but I got the gist...this was her and her apartment was definitely locked after I tried the handle. I pulled out the card, and looked at the number on it and then looked at the door. FInally I told the lady I’d be right back and I’d fix her problem. Walking to the side of the building I found what should have been her back window based on the number of apartments and her number and ran up the wall, pulling out a kunai and slipping the card back in my sleeve, smiling to myself. He lived near the woman he was suppose to help. Coincidence but a damn awesome one!! He popped the window open with the Kunai, since it wasn’t locked anyway, most people forget to lock the windows on a second stories and up i mean it’s not like people can walk on walls.... He moved swiftly through her house and to the front door, opening it with a smile greeting her and moving aside so she could enter. See was extremely thankful and offered a host of rewards from money, to food and even he cat, all of which Haru politely declined with closed eyes, and a blushing smile telling her it was nothing as he walked backwards form her rubbing his head.

Finally turning around, eyes still closed he visualized The number of Sono’s apartment. It was about that time. Hopefully he wasn’t late! He thought for a moment about what he was gonna say or ask or what should he ask or how should he act. So many things and he had no clue what to do. I guess he’d just trust his gut. It got him here, hopefully it wouldn't fail him now. Although, his stomach growled and he was suddenly disappointed with the fact that he had denied that women's offer of food. Oh well off to find the Apartment!..which was right in font of him. Wow talk about convenience. He Knocked and waited. Getting no answer he figured he’d beat him here and stepped to the side and leaned against the wall resting the back of his head there and closing his eyes. Trying to calm his racing nerves, all jumpy for the meeting he was about to have and his mind spinning with ideas about what to as him or what he was even doing here. Speaking aloud he said, “Haru what have you gotten yourself into this time, you white haired devil?”

“What do you mean I may have to wait two to six months!?” Ayame slammed her palms –lightly- on the office table forming some sort of half way barrier between Ayame and the immigration worker right in front of her. The dark brown haired man calmly fixated his glasses and fastened the tie on his neck as he continued to go for another attempt at explaining the situation to the blonde “ex”-kunoichi who appeared to be highly upset at said circumstances. “I’ve already explained this to you twice Ms. Akira, the actual registration to become an official shinobi of Kirigakure no Sato is a lot lengthier than simply a citizenship, especially if you’re going both at the same time, and on top of that, there are several other applications ahead of yours that are in the queue.” Ayame simply placed her head on the desk while she muffled out. “But you don’t understand; what am I going to do for two to five months? Some of my papers were burned down in the Konoha disaster; I can’t even get a stupid job or afford anything on my own.” Listening to this, the social worker went into a thoughtful position before typing on his computer once again. “Well, we may be able to provide you with a temporary worker’s permit.” Feeling as if some type of luck was aiming her way, Ayame’s head shot back up as the worker gave off a hefty smile. “And it’ll only take six to eight weeks.” With her smile quickly withering into a frown, Ayame’s eyes narrowed in on the man in the suit and tie.

As Keiko sat with her right leg crossed over her left while reading one of the comic books she found on the waiting room’s coffee table, she giggled profoundly at one of the articles. “Oh Rangiku & Hitsuguya, I swear that you two are one of the funniest pairs in this whole storyline." Not but a few seconds later, Ayame came back with a disappointed yet somewhat satisfied look on her face, confusing Keiko quite a bit as she looked up from the comic book. “So how’s your immigration thing going? Are they going to let you become a shinobi here?” Continuing to hold that semi indifferent look on her face, Ayame shook her head slowly. “They said I have to wait up to half a year to get my application finished.” Keiko closed the book in her hand and tossed it back in the pile as she stood up and walked up to her friend. “Don’t worry, it’ll be alright, you can still chill over at my house for as long as you’d like.” Feeling the encouragement from Keiko, Ayame nodded her head while they went ahead towards the exit.

Back in the hallway where they handled all applicants looking for citizenships and shinobi licenses, one of the custodians opened the door to one of the offices with a broom and his cleaning equipment strapped on him. As he walked through the door, the custodian suddenly saw what looked to be the social worker that had previously worked on Ayame’s application, well at least his lower half upside down on the center of the desk with his legs swinging everywhere along with his muffled screams coming from underneath the wooden desk.

About twenty or so minutes later, Ayame was twisting her chopsticks around in her bowl of spicy curry Ramen, staring directly inside of it as she twisted and turned each chopstick in an attempt to make the ramen do some type of bizarre dance. Noticing this, Keiko looked up from her own bowl in a rather confused expression. It definitely wasn’t like Ayame to leave a bowl of ramen sitting there for more than three seconds, spicy curry flavor no less; something was definitely invading the young girl’s mind. While she continued to play with her ramen, visions of Ichiraku’s would plague her as she recalled the comfort she felt from simply being around everyone there, not to mentioned the deliciously special and unique way they provided their Ramen added with the warm hospitality she got from them every day. Now, that didn’t mean a thing, nothing really did anymore. Everyone she knew in that store was probably dead as well…

“Ayame.” Being startled by the sudden voice breaking her away from her previous trance like state, Ayame looked up at a concerned looking Keiko right across from her. “You’ve been spacing out on me the entire time we’ve been here. You haven’t even tasted your ramen that’s been sitting there for about ten minutes, what’s going on with you lately?” After receiving no response from her companion, Keiko was able to piece the dots together from her excessively negative expression. “… You miss them, don’t you… it’s alright; I can emphasis with your loss. You need to understand that it’s not your fault that it happened, it just did, and there was no way for you to stop it. But realize that you’re a strong woman and, even though it’s extremely painful, you have to be able to move on and continue their legacy with that same big old smile on that face of yours you used to have on 24/7.”

Ayame let out somewhat of a fake smile as Keiko told her this. “You’re right, Keiko. I’ll move on.” It wasn’t that she was intentionally lying to her friend; it was just that, even though she knew Keiko meant well, she couldn’t possibly understand what Ayame was going through at the moment. Losing, not only her clan, but her entire home along with the very embodiment of her soul, all in a blazing fire of war and hatred. “Getting over it” was definitely nowhere near as easy as it sounded. The only way she could possibly think of to get her mind over things was to continue her duties as a shinobi, that’s what she was born to do, but now she can’t even do that for the next two to six months. This was definitely not one of Ayame’s proudest moments but then again, she hasn’t been having many of those lately.

Once everything was all done and the food was paid for, the female duo decided that it was time to head back to Keiko’s apartment. Ayame attempted to clear her thoughts a bit by looking around while they walked through the streets of Kirigakure. Even though it was one of the Five Great Villages, like Konoha, Kiri seemed to be nowhere close to being compared to it. All of the buildings, the environment, hell even the people were completely different than what she was used to. Ayame didn’t take that as much of a bad thing however since the difference might help keep the reminder out of her head. As they continued to walk the path that would lead to Keiko’s place, both of them noticed that their seemed to be a bit of excitement going on closed to a certain building. Keiko walked a bit faster than Ayame in an attempt to see what was going on. “I wonder why everyone would head over there of all places.” Ayame would soon catch up to her as she asked. “Umm, what’s ‘there’ exactly?” After being somewhat startled by Ayame's sudden appearance, Keiko calmly answered back. “Oh, this is the building where Black ops usually handle certain things, like applications or public affairs.” Keiko then let out a bit of a smile. “So you know Sono probably spends most of his time around here.” Hearing that name, Ayame took a quick look at Keiko before staring curiously at that building and recalling her encounter with the white haired fella that had that cool demeanor and a confident aura a few days ago. More importantly, she started to recall the conversation they had, which basically predicted her current predicament. “They are in the process of recruiting former shinobi from Konoha. I would think they are the most open of all of the villages out there. But the thing about is that the application process may take several weeks to several months at a time, depending on how fast the council of water decides to take in former refugees and whenever the Mizukages will look at the applications themselves. If that is the case, then your chances have increased to about several weeks.”

“Here is my problem” He continued “This may seem a bit fast for you and I may seem like I’m coming of as a con artist but I am in a bit of a pickle here. You may not know this but I have some…military issues that I need to take care, most likely because of the position I am in and how rough the economy has been for the military, there has been a shortage of people that have joined black operations in the past five years or so. There has been a bit of slow decrease until one year ago where the entire operation of Kiri’s Black Ops had almost disappeared completely. It has been recently that I’ve been appointed as head of black operations that I am in charge of finding men and women who are capable of being highly trained assassin’s and spies."

“Now, I know you are Heiki’s most prized student and knowing his skills went into you, you probably rose in the ranks of ANBU pretty quickly and have skills to prove such endeavors. Now, they may not know you well around here but they do know Heiki. Records have shown that he was no one to trifle with and was always given the “flee on sight” command.” He leaned forward and pointed at her, Sono then gave her his best smile that he could give anyone, both charming and compelling in nature that he's grown a knack for over the years “Just imagine how fearsome Kirigakure can become knowing the fact that his student had joined black operations and is using the skill taught by him for the greater purpose of Kirigakure. People would begin to know your name; they would see that the Chaotic Flash’s power still lives in the world. There will be hope for Kiri and if there is hope, then there will be more people willing to join the military. Greater innovation in military, more money coming in via missions; more money, better value to the village itself and better value to Water Country. You see where I’m going with this” I said “All of this may be an exaggeration but I can assure you that most of this will happen if you help me help you.” Perhaps if she could will herself to go through with this, he may be able to rethink his previous offer...

“Are you really spacing out on me again, Ayame?” Being brought back into reality, Ayame shook her head as she looked over at her somewhat irritated friend. As she quickly felt some of the awkwardness of her situation creeping in under her skin, Ayame scratched the back of her head as she nervously laughed. “Maybe just a little.” Keiko simply sighed as she was forced to repeat her suggestion. “What I was trying to say is that Sono just left the building; we should probably go in there and say hi to him, cause you know… it has been a while.” Ayame curiously looked back at her roommate with a comically confused expression on her face. “3 days is a while?” Keiko narrowed her eyes at this response. “Shut up and let’s go.” She grabbed Ayame’s wrist as she dragged her companion over through the crowd. As she was being dragged, Ayame caught sight of a child walk by her, a kid with white hair and an unusual haste in his step. As he passed her by, Ayame took a quick second to get a second look at him before bringing her attention back to her front right when Keiko decided to “accidentally” bump into Sono in an attempt at creating a "natural" meeting. “Oh hey Sono, fancy meeting you here.” Keiko held an abnormal amount of enthusiasm as she greeted the Black Ops leader. “Ayame and I were just on our way back from the ramen shop after running by shinobi registration for her.” A small shiver went up Ayame’s spine as she mentioned “shinobi registration”, certainly not exactly the best conversation starter, especially with Sono in this current situation. Ayame wondered if Sono even remembered them at all, but then again, he did seem to know Ayame beforehand for who knows how long so he probably did remember her. Since Keiko had pretty much started the entire conversation, Ayame decided to add on. “Yeah so what about you, what’ve you been up to?"

I had a strange feeling about this all. In honesty, the entire confrontation with Shihouin just doesn’t sit easy in my mind. The likelihood of a missing shinobi to come in and cause some stir within the village isn’t unheard of. Most missing nin who return to the village are those who left from their home village. Why? It’s just smart to do it like that. The chances of infiltrating into an unknown village are half and half when it comes to shinobi of the highest caliber. I say 50/50 to keep it safe. The factors in the case would be the size of the village’s military, how well guarded it is, how developed they are in technology, what type of sensory system and all these other factors. Yet this one was planned-yet it wasn’t plan.

I’m not saying someone from the Days of the Week had anything to do with this. It could be my older brother and knowing his style-unpredictable to the t- it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if Michio-err, Hiroshi had a hand in a part of it. But it was not that gut feeling, that churn in my stomach that reached deep into my intestines that told me that his eyes were not upon Kirigakure nor is it apart of the gaze of any village in particular. Hiroshi had ideas to attack Kirigakure in the far future, depending on his mood of course, and had hopes of conquering back Konohagakure. But his initial course is just plain and simple chaos, which was why the Days of the Week was brought forth. Shihouin’s arrival just didn’t seem like it was him exactly attacking village and his style was exponentially more random than this.

It was eerie to me. I found myself at the outside of the intelligence building about to walk in when I hear the voice of a female behind me say “Oh hey Sono, fancy meeting you here.” With her enthusiastic voice, it really did distract me for a second about what I was thinking on. “Ayame and I was just on our way back from the ramen shop after running by shinobi registration for her.” I didn’t remember the woman who was talking to me but Ayame did ring bells and alarms in my head.

“Yeah so what about you, what’ve you been up to?" Ayame asked. Her eyes drew away from mine suggesting that the topic should be averted somewhere else.

“I’ve been fine Ayame-san. Quite fine. Right now, I’m about to retrieve some things in my office. If you ladies stay right here, I’ll gladly escort you to wherever you two are going. It’ll only take a few minutes so sit tight and keep looking sexy, all right.” I winked at the other woman. I rather not pushed my chances with Ayame. She seem like the type of woman who would slap me shitless if I attempt to look down at her chest. It would hurt my pride more than face. I put my hands up notion them to stay put and I walk into the office where I took the stairs up to my office.

When I open the door into my office, I turn to see my assistant fixated on the computer screen. Her tongue was sticking out and her eyes squinted with her expression filled with intensity of completing whatever it was she was attempting to do. Her fixation made me walk up to her unnoticed and lean down on the table looking at the computer screen. She gave a short yelp and looked at me “Don’t scare me like that.”

I looked at the computer screen. It was some video game. At the far left of the screen was a miniature character in about 16-bit format. The androgynous character, seeing that I couldn’t tell if it was a male or female, was standing still and bouncing up and down in short, arrhythmic motions. I look back at her and gave her a look of mild disapproval “What in the hell is this? Did you get those reports done like I asked?”

She nodded “Of course. I wouldn’t have played this game if I didn’t. Besides, I’m bored.”

“Could be doing more productive things like, I don’t know, read a book or something.”

Now she looked at me with a look of disapproval, like I insulted the way her hair looked “You don’t have much to read in this place. It’s not like the library is down the street or anything. It’s literally across the village all the way in the market district. I mean, if you don’t mind me leaving my post and go to the library, get a book that may or may not bore me to sleep and come back before my lunch is over.”

“Smite me why don’t you.” I said. She killed me with the points she made. I lean off her desk and I go over to my door. I had the door on the handle before I went in to gather what I came here to get. I turn a glance back to my assistant “Did I get any messages or did anyone come in to see me?”

Her focus was drawn back into the game. Either she didn’t hear me or she didn’t even consider me was anyone’s guess. I shrugged. I’m quite a laxative boss to her and I’m not giving her any better work ethic. I think it may be diminishing to a feint whisper. Then there is other side of me-the I-don’t-give-two-dimes-and-a-quarter-fuck of me says that her work ethics will grow eventually. Not with me but someone else, when she finally decides she wants to leave then she will be someone else’s problem.

I open the door to my room and walk over to my desk. I reach to the bottom drawer of the desk where I had placed the ring in. The sky ring glittered immensely even with the little light that shine on it. It’s mixture of colors of aquamarine, turquoise, crimson and violet with the black specks in-between them made it highly attractive to the eye. I pick it up and place it in my pocket.

It was eerie; cold and shallow, this feeling of endless hatred that seeps into men’s hearts and find its way to the center of it all. The center of the soul they say. The core of men’s hearts fail when that emptiness is filled in with darkness. This darkness brings forth emotions that can spawn forth pain, suffering, delusions, fear, war and most importantly chaos. The man, who could not be consider a man or a woman or any normal creature of this world or the next stood on the top building thought it was nice to think about these things. How it has led many men to his domain and sought out sanction. They always have a false of security when they enter his realm. It’s almost as if the moment they fill themselves in this darkness that the homeliness of it all gives them a heartwarming reality. It is intriguing, almost riveting to look at. The illusion, the powerful illusion that the man who wasn’t a man used was not any genjutsu. No, not his power. He had other methods of leading sheep towards him for he was a shepherd that led the flock to a river to drown them. He was the embodiment of temptation, the caster of lies and the idealist of chaos.

Was he a devil? Is he the devil? This question always made the man who wasn’t a man smile in glee. They thought of him as the serpent or the dragon or the man who was beautiful yet terrifyingly deformed. Perhaps he was all these things and perhaps he was not. It was the nature of the man who wasn’t a man for he never gives out his secrets. Those who wish to know more about him must delve deep into his own realm, the realm of where those who want darkness can come and find him. In reality, the many who decide to find out always turn into catatonic creatures; they cannot comprehend his existence. Those of the neutral can never understand his true nature, the being within him, and as a result they turn into the living dead. The madness of it all creates a pocket in their mind that releases constant chaotic thoughts and maddening illusions that envelops them. Oh that madness was orchestra to his ears hearing them speak in languages dead for centuries and thinking thoughts of death.

There have been few who have taken his madness and used it against him. He cursed at it all, cursed his enemies and his future enemies for this curse they have done to him. His body, once a living creature that disposed man’s hopes and inspiration, had been sent away and gone into the blackness, the stars and it now rotates around this earth and moves at a constant whenever the sun disappears and night overshadows the earth. How he thought they rid of the man who wasn’t a man. How they thought they had defeated him all those years ago when the man of tranquilty and his group had stopped his little catalyst, the harbinger of his insanity and chaos. He damned them. Over the decades he had damned them all so that they would burn one day by hell’s flames itself.

He was just standing on the tops of the building just watching the people move unnoticing his presence in the world. They felt it, they knew in their hearts that he existed but they covered, distracted themselves with the pleasure of the eyes and flesh. They consume food that poisons them, read and watch things that puts them in fear and eludes them from the truth. They rely on technology and man, who once pride themselves as creatures of adaptability, were now diminishing yet they did not see his existence.

This would have to change very soon. Change is a good thing, always good for change to come about onto the blind world. The man who wasn’t a man smiled with coarse canine teeth; his eyes, riveting with spirals among spirals luminescent in the light. If there was a group of people that he could rely on then it would surely be the ones who spawn forth out of the loins of the man who put my body in the moon. Their hatred fed me well over the century, it feeds me till this day because there is one man who cannot die. His chakra was powerful, too powerful for the likelihood of him surviving all these years. Although he is an empty shell of his former self, he is, however a very good servant. He always was a good servant. The man who wasn’t a man would have to send his catalyst yet again.

“Your brothers are waiting for you to answer the call.” He said. His voice was chilled and filled with other voices both male and female.

The voice of another spoke in a distant whisper “I…I am weak…I cannot do much…I can-“

“You can do very for me my servant. You’ve always been a good servant for me my little one. War is your livelihood and I can assure you, your words can speak into the hearts of men.” The man who wasn’t a man put his towards the business district “There was an Uchiha here earlier. We missed for a bit. He would’ve been perfect for you. Now we’ll have to settle with the young boy going to Tetsui’s son’s apartment…”

“Tet-sui…” the voice of the other replied.

“Yes. He was also a good servant of mine. Loyal till the very end. Sad that he had to die. Maybe in a few years his chakra would’ve formed into something sinister allowing his life to be prolonged.” He shrugged “Not to worry. You’ll do just fine.” He smiled or rather grinned from ear to ear.

The voice who was speaking to the man who wasn’t a man left without a trace.


He…was everywhere now. Everywhere and nowhere. He couldn’t imagine being like this. Not when he’s gotten so far in his life to be caught short into the life of an astral being. He cursed and wept and screamed and raged all at once. Yet it could not be heard nor could it be seen by anyone. No one would experience his emotions anymore, not after what that fucker did to him. He was just a mere ghost, a shadow traversing the shinobi world. It had changed dramatically over the decades since he was alive and all-powerful. He was a god among men and they spoke his name in fear at one point in time. Yet-

He traverses over to the Uchiha. He was standing in front of an apartment complex where he sat in waiting for the man, the man who wasn’t a man called Tetsui’s son. He was a young lad, very young and indeed very small in hatred. The boy was ambitious if not eager to live on and seek more to the light than go into his realm. This would not please the man who wasn’t a man’s expectation. At the very least, he would have to put something inside of him. Something that would grow into the boy’s mind and grow forth what is needed to bring him back to the living world…

This was the reason why the man commanded Madara to do this feat.

He went inside the boy’s mind. The boy would not feel anything, no pain, no sense of alert, not a clear idea of what it was that had happened. He only felt something cold pass by him like a gust of wind that kissed his skin.


I walk out of the intelligence office with my hands in my coat. One of my hands was playing with the ring in my right pocket, circling the innards of the ring itself. I caught myself glancing at Ayame’s chest which I hadn’t had any intention of looking at it. It was probably the primal man in me wanting to get at it but I believe it was the other half of my mind was drifting wayward about the thing that just happened and that primal instinct of mine was on the prowl. It found its prey easily no doubt due to the fact that I asked these two women to wait for me.

“Sorry” I said “Had to grab a few things. Now if you ladies would like, I would be happy to escort you wherever it is you need to go. I’m about to go back to my place in any case.”

The day was moving on. IT had definitely been more then 1o minutes by now. I thought I was gonna be late, and even helping that lady no less. But no, I was on time and this guy was late. Maybe he had given him a fake card just to get him out of his hair. But this was The Sono. I figured I'd wait a little bit longer then give it up. Maybe my luck had finally run out and this was just a waste of time. It was starting to seem like a lot was just a waste lately. He was barely doing anything and it was slowly grinding his nerves.

But oh well, he leaned hi back and head against the wall across form his apartment door. Staring at the ceiling of the hallway. It was open at both ends, and a nice cool breeze came through every once in a while, heavy with moisture in the wind. Suddenly, a cold patch came through. I shivered and jerked my head up. I got a feeling someone was watching me almost, but looking around I saw no one. Weird, I thought as I rubbed my neck, warming it and feeling goose bumps. The clod from the breeze that had licked me was fading and I had no way of explaining the sensation.

So, settling back down, my back to the wall and hands in my pockets, I put my head back against the wall staring at the ceiling. This was crazy but....Sono. This could lead to something big in his life and all he had to do was wait. So wait he would, but not for much longer I promised myself! "This guy better be worth it."

Once Sono had winked at her, Keiko couldn’t help but smile a bit while Ayame just looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and semi confused expression. ‘Does he ever stop flirting with other girls? ’ This would have to be the second or third time that this question has made itself known from within her thoughts because it just seems like he can’t get across a pretty girl without flashing her a wink, a charming smile, or both. Though he did seem to be rather cautious about it while he was around Ayame in general; perhaps for fear of what she might do to him should he try that with her or simply to avoid any type of awkward situation, Ayame wasn’t exactly sure but it did cause her to giggle a little bit in her mind, which was rather strange because, despite being of the female gender, Ayame hardly even knew the meaning of the word giggle, both figuratively and actually sometimes even literally.

Almost drenched in the sea of her thoughts, Ayame was nearly incapable of catching the smiling Keiko staring directly at her with her peripheral vision. Noticing this, Ayame turned over to her friend and roommate, looking right back at her with her eyebrow cocked yet again, something was not right. “What, something on my face?” Keiko simply shook her head as she kept on smiling at Ayame. “Then what is it?” Still keeping that big old happy smile on her face, Keiko would finally answer Ayame’s question. “I saw you staring over at Sono the whole time we were talking?” Well, of course she was staring at him. On top of the fact that they were talking to him and that she was seriously considering his offer into Kiri’s ANBU squad, there was still the fact that Sono just looked so freakishly familiar, but Ayame still couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Though Keiko had a completely different reasoning in her mind…

“You like him, don’t you?” This sudden outburst would immediately cause Ayame’s cheeks to go bright pink as her blood quickly rushed right over to that area. Why would Keiko possibly think of something as absurd as that? That has to be the absolute dumbest thing she’s said since that time she asked if Ayame and Heiki were on some type of honeymoon. Ayame shook her hands continuously in the air as she followed up by shaking her head while she denied any of Keiko ridiculous claims. “Wait, what are you talking about? Are you serious? Of course I don’t like him. Why would you even think of something crazy like that.” Keiko would then get into a mock thinking pose. “Well...for one, you continuously stare at him when you think he’s not looking… you hardly ever really talk when you and I are both around him… and you were saying his name erotically in your sleep last night.” Ayame’s formerly pink cheeks turned into a bright red face when she said this, was she serious? Did Ayame really have some type of dirty dream about him or something? It was weird because Ayame couldn’t remember what she was dreaming last night. Keiko then waved her hand as she smiled in a joking fashion. “Ok just kidding about that last one.” Ayame’s eyes immediately narrowed at her that very second. ‘… she is seriously lucky that she’s paying rent right now…’ Keiko then went back into a bit of a more serious persona as she continued. “But really Ayame, look at the way you’re reacting to this news; you’re acting like unveiled your academy crush or something.”

Ayame held an irritated face as they continued to argue about Ayame’s apparent “infatuation” with Sono. "That’s different, I didn’t think you were going to say something like that. You surprised me, that’s all. I do not, did not, nor ever will think of Sono like that.” Now Keiko was beginning to grow irritated at Ayame’s apparent “denial” at the situation. “Right, right ok I get it now, you don’t like Sono like that.” Ayame then smiled as she nodded her head, happy that Keiko was finally getting it. “And then you went on to enslave the Jabbawockee and save Narnia, I get it.” Ayame’s smile quickly went into a frown as she realized that Keiko was now mocking her. This girl was really starting to push her buttons with this whole ridiculous school girl crush thing she has going on.

But before Ayame could even respond to her, Keiko was quick to point out that Sono was on his way back, causing Ayame to quickly forget the situation as she looked over at his direction. Though Ayame wasn’t quick to notice it, Keiko caught a glimpse of Sono staring a bit low and though she didn’t think much of it at first, Keiko soon began to trace his field of vision only to see it brush pass Ayame’s chest. ‘Well, looks like he really likes what he sees as well.’ She thought to herself with a bit of mischief laid out in her mind.

“Had to grab a few things. Now if you ladies would like, I would be happy to escort you wherever it is you need to go. I’m about to go back to my place in any case.”

“Well, actually…” Keiko interrupted before Ayame could even speak. “I think I may have forgotten my keys back at my job, plus I have to go meet someone so why don’t you take Ayame over to your place while I get this thing finished.” Ok, now Ayame was even more confused at her friend’s words than ever before. How the hell did she lose her keys if Ayame saw them jiggling in her purse at the office. Better yet, what meeting? She never mentioned any type of meeting around this time. But Ayame didn’t even get a chance to voice these concerns out loud because before she knew it, Keiko was already waving her goodbyes and leaving. Ayame sighed as she watched her friend walk off. ’I swear, if this is another stupid scheme…’ But she ignored that fact for this did actually give Ayame some time to perhaps talk to Sono about this situation. Turning over to him, she responded to this craziness. “Well… that’s my roommate…and friend… but sometimes I wonder.” Ayame simply shook her head as she smiled. “So is if even alright. You know, for me to hang out at your place until her ‘meeting’ is finished or whatever?”