That was an-interesting two nights before. To travel from motel room, to strip club to gathering those for the creation of an organization wasn’t the typical waking up in the morning and going to a nine to five job. He supposed that was what he liked about his entire job. Being a free agent jack-of-all-trades black market dealer (He had a longer title before he shorten it down to this. The original title was free-agent and advertising the imposing forces of neutrality who is the jack of all trade black market dealer. His one associate, Rai, thought that the title was a bit of a mouthful so Yuushu shorten it down), he didn’t have to worry about maintaining a orderly structure that most, if not all villages went by. Instead, he could be as disorganized and unpredictable as possible. With a personality that Yuushu had, he prefers unpredictability than orderly production.

Michio, or whoever his name was Yuushu couldn’t determine, had decided to split during that one night they were together. Leon, a legitimate insane person for sure, had also decided to split up but each one of them decided that it would be best to find nin that held to no country. Fine, Yuushu agreed to that. It follows a tiny bit of planning but hey, gotta have some structure if you want to ensure a bit of chaos. He didn’t know who Leon and Michio would find. Whether they did have someone in mind or whether they did tell Yuushu and he couldn’t remember he could really care less. For two days, he was considering options left and right deciding on who would be susceptible and quite honestly useful for the Days of the Week. He had smiled when he became Mr. Saturday. He always liked Saturday. Even when he was still a slave to the system of Konoha, he couldn’t wait till Saturday cause those were the days where he spent his days and nights in the houses of his fellow peers and danced the dance of celebration. Good lord those days were the shit. Now that he was free from it, he experiences it all the time and when Saturday comes, he would be dancing the dance of celebration.

Yuushu had reached into Wind Country only a few hours ago. It had been blazing hot for a day or so just with the shift in terrain but now the air had cooled and it was filled with a soft smell of wed sand and rain. He had stopped running to rest his legs for a bit and decided to walk cautiously on the sand. His eyes scanned the minute area of the sand. He was looking for something and that said something was vitally important to him.

He was chanting to himself, chanting in a sing-song voice “And the sand will blow away the door, the door to the underground. The underground holds gold and gems and gems that’ll lead you safe and sound-“ He wondered how long it’s been since he’s sang that song. It was an old song his mother use to sing when she little and she sung it to him when she was just a little ole toddler. He remembers, vaguely, the stories his mother told him. How underneath the sand in wind country, their lies tunnels that circumvents throughout the entire countryside. The shinobi of old, Yuushu theorized, probably created it as a passage way for citizens to escape with ongoing wars between neighboring countries and the village so happen to be under siege. Not only that but also use of desert tactics. Yuushu had theorized the old tactics that the Sungakurans used for travelling artillery, travelling for scouts and infantry. Now it was rarely used less you were a black market dealer. Yuushu was your atypical black market dealer who knew the roundabouts of said tunnels.

Yuushu continued chanting. The heat was coming back into the air and it didn’t surprise Yuushu entirely seeing that Wind Country weather was more changing than any crazy woman Yuushu had met. “The skies turned black, the sand turned red, the men turned to dust. And when the savvy war was gone, the vultures were summon till dusk-“ he had travelled up a sand mound, his legs sinking in with each step has get got higher and higher. When he reached the top, he got on one knee and sank one hand down into the sand. His hand began to search deep into the sand; he had his tongue tasting the air and one eye closed as he squirmed into the sand. “Come…on…you…son….of……a….bi-“his hand touched something metallic. His eyes rose with a ‘eureka’ on his face. His fingers felt a latch, his middle finger pulling up at it then his index and ring finger then his thumb and pinky. He grabbed it began to pull. The sand began to rise as Yuushu began to pull up on the door. The door had pulled up a great deal of sand putting Yuushu in waist deep of hot and cold sand. He grabbed at the door pulling himself out. He brushed himself as he stood between the door posts. He looked to see if there were any lights. If there was, he would have to be cautious. Maybe shinobi of the sand had reactivated the use of these tunnels. It had been a year since he’s been to Sunagakure. He leaned one hear into the darkness and only heard silence. So far, so good. He went down three stairs and reached out to closer the door. He was now encased in darkness.


He didn’t have a hand on the railing. He instead pulled out a lighter he had in his pocket. He always carried a lighter just in case one of his clientele or associates smoke and they just so happen not to have a lighter. You never knew when you were going to need it. This was just one of those situations. His thumb flicked on the flint and there was a small hissing noise that came with the lighter. It immediately brightens the path of the stairwell. He smiled “Let’s go”



He was lucky that no one had found these tunnels. He was more so disappointed than relieved. Disappointed because it makes it more the better in challenging himself once in awhile with some type of edge travelling to a almost dying village. It was one of those feelings you get that comes and goes like a chocolate craving. Yuushu was disappointed that he couldn’t get to eat that said chocolate. It would’ve been tasty. He had travelled down the path following the appropriate path towards Sunagakure. He did, for a moment and only for a moment, get lost when he saw that there was one path that split apart. If he would’ve turned left, he would’ve went a path that would take him two hours to reach to Sunagakure rather than one hour. He was glad he took the right.



The path was straight for the most part. The path did seem as if it was making slight turns to the left and to the right Yuushu dismissed it as the lack of light and it being slightly disorientating after awhile. He had stopped a bit to stretch his neck and to stretch his arm before making back on track towards Sunagakure.

He understood that he made it when heard the soft dripping of water. Water? Why was there water? He then put two and two together adding up that the reason there was hearing the sound of water dripping was because he was now underneath the sewer system of the village. He took a deep whiff. He let out a sound of surprise disgust “Holy shit!” he said. Shit he was right about but it was nothing holy about it. He had stepped off from the path that was rocky and hollow to something that man-made, made of metal and mortar. He glanced down seeing a moist path that curved around to a ladder. In front of Yuushu was a drawn path where the sewage leading into another part of the corridors. The muddy liquid was moving downward into a vent that disappeared. Yuushu could hear the hard crashing of water as it mixed in with other water from other places around the village. Yuushu walked up to the ladder and climbed up to where there was a metal covering. He pushed up at with as much caution as a man holding a baby. He made sure he lifted it up so that it wouldn’t slide on the ground making noise as it slid.

Yuushu set aside the manhole cover on the side. His head peaks up to see if he was anywhere in sight. Again, his luck was quite high today. He saw that he was between two houses. He kept his head low but his eyes scanned at the houses slowly. He saw that the two houses had no windows to look at the sewer hole that was open. He could relax now. Yuushu put his hands on the alleyway ground and lifts himself up. He slid the cover back on its placeholder and stood up. He slowly crept out of the alleyway. At this point he knew no one would notice him. He was fairly old in the game of sneaking in with the crowd. He adjusted his trench coat. He lifted up his armpits to smell him. Still fresh.

“Good lord it’s hot in this bitch” he just notice the intense heat that bore down on him. He took off his trench coat. His half naked body felt the rays of the sun shoot at them with more ferocity but at least he was cooler now than he was just a moment ago. He rested his trench coat over his shoulder.


“Now then. The first place to go in a place where shady transactions are made is probably a-“ his head tilted up at the sign that said “Bar” in big Courier lettering. He grinned “Now that’s what I call convenience!” Yuushu outstretched his arms out unaware of how much a presence he was making. Some passerby looked at Yuushu as he had his arms outstretched and moving towards the bar.

He opened the door but of course his hand was carrying his trench coat and his other hand was preoccupied with his pocket. The only thing left was his foot. He did force the door open and The door had a bell attached to the entrance and when the door itself hit the bell, it shot off the holder it was on and onto a person who was asleep. It hit the man straight in the forehead. This woke him up instantly and he was, of course any one would be especially a man who was three hundred pounds of solid muscle, furious. The bartender, the few people who were inside had all looked at Yuushu as he came in. Could you not stare at a very handsome individual who almost kicked down the door with one foot and made an entrance with his foot? All but one woman at the table who seemed to be drinking something with gusto

“Got damn I’m thirsty as hell” Yuushu let out his tongue heaving out one large heave. He walks to the bartender unaware of the woman he was standing by “Yo tender? Mind if a man was served up some water to a parched man like myself?” he made a gesture with his hand tipping it to his mouth.

“That depends-“ he looked at the door that was falling off the hinges

Yuushu looked over “Oh right-that…” he makes a quick glance at the door that was hanging off the hinges and shrugged casually as if he had just didn't push in his table “My bad. I’ll pay for it or hell, I’ll fix it. Just do you mind if a man have some water before fixing something like that?”

The bartender lowered his head and walks towards the back entrance of the place. If Yuushu would had known he had left the premise to call the authorities, a normal person with that type of intuition would’ve left. Yuushu is an abnormal man. He saw him disappear but Yuushu yelled back “And hold the lemon man!”

He sets his trench coat on a stool and leans his own back on the counter. He felt the cold metal press up on his warm back which felt relaxing to him. He had rested his elbows on the counter as well and leaned back to view a turquoise colored woman sitting there with a bit of relief. Whoa, Yuushu’s thoughts had rushed into him seeing the woman was quite, to his astonishment, beautiful. Hell, beautiful didn’t cut it for him. She was God damn demonically fine. He envisioned those old cartoons where a man sees a fine woman and she walks past the man entire head turns into a wolf where he goes on and howls like a wolf.

“Ma’am. I would say that you are a woman that had fallen from the sky and is an angel on earth but I would be lying to myself and you. You ma’am, are a goddess. Did it hurt when you made heaven because it seemed like it did."

If Yuushu had realized that it was Suzumi Uchiha, former Konoha resident and infamous genjutsu user of Konoha, he probably would’ve-no, he wouldn’t had stopped. He was always one to like woman, women of high beauty and such. However, if he had known that she was one of those people who BELIEVED she was a goddess, Yuushu would’ve most definitely stopped right there.

“A woman like yourself ain’t being treated with higher respect. All they got you was a glass of water?” He wouldn’t give her time to speak, he waved his hand as to say to her “don’t let another word come from your pretty mouth’ he leans off against the table and yells out “What the hell is wrong with you people?!? You don’t see a goddess showing up like this every day you know!”

Let’s not forget the man in the corner who had sat in through all of this commotion. He was the one that kindly hit on the forehead with the bell that woke him up from his slumber. He was in a deep sleep, resting from the day before, resting from what he had done yesterday as the ‘perfect day’. Chances of ever getting the perfect day were rare in these parts of the countryside and to dream it again was something he prefer doing. It took him out of the reality of things and into the fantasy that made the pain of this world seem so miniscule and far off.

He had dreamt that he and his small dog had woken up early in the morning. His dog was a small terrier, grey fur mixing between some white splotches that are placed around its body. Russell, that was the dog’s name, had licked his cheek in waking him. He let out a small giggle, something that a six foot eight 300 pound man of more than enough solid muscle to put body builders to shame rarely do. He lifted him up with one hand; he had sat up off the bed moving the covers as he did so. Russell let out a happy bark, wagging his tail back and forth, waiting for his master as a dog’s loyalty was unlike any other creature, even from humans.

The dream went on from the time he had woken up yesterday to where he was in his kitchen fixing himself a nice bowl of rice with curry chicken and sprouted beans he had mixed in. For Russell, he fed him some small ground chuck that he had got from the store. Russell ate it with the gusto of a hungry soldier just first finding the first meal of the day. It was one of the best meals of the day. The man had bit down onto the rest, tasting the mixture of spices from the curry chicken and the crunch of the beans then the sudden pain that course through his head.

He opened his eyes and realized that he wasn’t in his kitchen anymore with his small dog now; he was at the bar as of late, falling asleep because he was tired after all. He rubbed his forehead immediately drawing back out of surprise of the tenderness that his forehead expressed. He looked at his fingers. His index and his middle had drops of blood on it. He looked to see who had caused it, who would have the audacity to hit him with-what the hell did hit him? He looked down at the booth he was sitting in. The dim light gave a small illumination to a small brass bell that had little dots of red on it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the red dots were blood, his blood of all things. He wrapped the small bell in his hand and slowly began to crush it as his hand was wrapping it into a fist. “You son of a filthy whore-“he said in such a soft manner that he could almost sworn he didn’t even say it. His eyes had sniped in knives over to the only person who would have the balls to do that and it was the shirtless man who was standing next to a blue haired (He apologizes, the correct word is Turquoise) woman who seemed to be infatuated with the young man. His eyes did a full scan of the entire place looking at the patrons that were more confused and nervous than agitated by the man. He did what any person who just got hit in the head with a bell would naturally do.

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Yuushu had caught her eye. More than that, he had her hooked into him now. He didn’t know what he said other than calling her a goddess but whatever he did it did give her that infatuated look. As he spoke, she was giggling. She was giggling as a schoolgirl in middle school hearing a dirty joke and it wasn’t even insulting but rather hilarious. Yuushu cocked back a smile hearing her say "At last……A man who understands me! I don't come across that every day, you know?" Hell yeah he understood her. He had a PhD in swagger, bachelors in unpredictability and a minors in women’s studies. We can only imagine what insanity Yuushu had gotten himself into. Can we feel bad for a guy who just called a megalomaniac a goddess? No. That’s definitely impossible now at this point. Yuushu was far too deep for anyone to give him sympathy now and now we really shouldn’t worry about that. We should wonder what that guy over there who crushed that bell is going to perform in this entire act.

"Well then, won't you fulfill a goddess's need for company? Allow me to steal you away, at least, just for this evening. It becomes terribly lonely travelling with no companion….Tell me about yourself. I'm sure an. Eccentric man like yourself would have more than enough to share." She was alone? Yuushu had a hard thing imagining that. It wasn’t as though hard to think no one was brave to walk up to her and say what he just said without getting slapped. She was intimidating if you didn’t play your cards right. The black bikini top and the black shorts (Wasn’t she hot in that?) revealed some much imagination to a man’s eyes that it was vibrant. Not like the vibrancy of the woman in that strip club he was in where imagination was out of the picture and subtlety was shot out of the water but it was the way her aura stood vibrant

“That’s a nickname of mine. Mr. Eccentric. I see we got this same wavelength going on ya know?” her left hand had touched his skin, friendly and only that at the moment. He wondered what else he could push. He moved back some hair that was in his field of vision “Surprising if you may know that I have a line of work that isn’t-well normal by the means of society standards.” He reached into the slits of his pants and pulled out a card. It was one of the few cards he had and he rarely pulls it out “My name is Ikkou, Yuushu. Jack-of-all-trades at your service.” He set it so she could grab it and when she did he continued “I do many things, things that you could call good or evil. Happy or sad, orderly or-“he smiled wanly before he said “Chaotic”

He leaned in closer to her ear, whispering something that he only wanted her to hear. He didn’t want anyone else to know what he had planned on telling her. He might as well tell one person while he was here, it couldn’t hurt. Did he think of the consequences that maybe she wasn’t a person who wanted to hear what he had to say and perhaps would tell someone about it. Well, he was her company for now. He might as well enjoy what he had at the moment “ Today I’m offering something along the lines that is chaotic. Something that a goddess like you may enjoy” He didn’t understand he said goddess again, it didn’t feel like it was him speaking it but it did feel-oddly, natural to say. He felt as if he was trying to seduce her, lure her in as if he was a lover. “Can you imagine the potential of causing much destruction to the world and possibly causing a new society to rise out of the ashes? To destroy and create, ya know?” He leaned in closer, feeling her arm touch his “Can you imagine what-“His sudden abruptness was caused by someone grabbing the back of his neck. He had tightened up from the cold touch but couldn’t resist back as someone had lifted up.

The man from the before had his grip around him. He leaned to his ear “Why the hell did you throw that bell at me?” his words were gritted together speaking through his teeth. “

“Whoa man, way to cockblock somebody. Didn’t anyone tell you not to get in the way between a man of high swagger and a beautiful woman? It’s kinda the code to things.”

“You busted into the bar, made the bartender leave, your disrupting the flow of this bar and you threw a BELL AT ME!” his grip in Yuushu’s neck tighten but Yuushu didn’t wince to it. He only had a smile on his face

“Listen, douchebag was it? I didn’t get your name. I’mma have to ask you to put me down. I don’t want to break anything else and I don’t want to pay any for other damages. So if you could-“ but again he his sudden abruptness was now met with his head drove into the counter. His head crashed into it, ramming deep into the wooden counter where it split into two. The man unrivaled strength had split in half the counter that was about four feet in length. Yuushu’s body went limp-for the moment.

The man hocked spit on Yuushu’s back and wiped his lips from the dribble “Asshole” he said and went walking back to his table. The people in the bar did clap for a moment, maybe one or two but when they viewed the man’s angry face, they were reluctant to continue on and just stopped. He heard the rustling of someone just so happen to get up from that. The man turned around and saw Yuushu get up from the ground.

“You know-“Yuushu grunted “This isn’t the first time someone rammed my head into a fucking bar counter. This is more along the line of eleventh time now.” He removed his head so carefully that the wooden wouldn’t cut him and shook off the rest of the splintered wood that was in his head. He cracked his head side to side. There it was, that smile he had one. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this but-“ Yuushu had rushed forward, faster than what most people could see. He was a blur when he reached up to the man who was still dumbfounded at how this man had survived that without really hurting himself. Yuushu fist was already cocked back and like the snake to an unsuspecting person, his fist had rammed into the side of his face. He hooked his fist around feeling the man’s hard chin but the man felt a concrete fist. The man was lifted off from his feet and in an instant went soaring through the wall and out of the bar where he bounced once, twice, three times before laying on his stomach with his ass up to the sky. His mind was seeing stars, spirals, circles, different colors that he couldn’t even comprehend before he went into unconsciousness.

The people in the bar instantly scrambled out of the bar to avoid the person who had punched the bruiser out through the wall and out of the bar. They were, more or less not wanting to get attacked by this deranged man. Like he wanted to beat their asses. It was all fine and good until someone got mad. He wasn’t one to start a fight but he was the one to end it.

Yuushu turned to the blue haired woman. His eyes travelled to her eyes as well. They were the color of cyan, a favorite of his mother which he smiled for that “I think it might be a good time for us to leave”



The crowd of people that left the bar had only cause attention for the guards of wind country. A few were standing outside of the bar that was actually ready to see who this bartender had accused of causing mischief to his bar. They were in no mood to handle another bar fight again. That’s all the guards been getting recently, many of which were from the villagers during late night arrivals from the mines. The big problems rarely come nowadays.

There were at least twelve of them waiting outside. There was originally two that came but of course when guards had nothing else better to do they usually follow the pack where there might be trouble. One of them stopped to see the giant man on his face with his bum up to the sky. He scratched his head “What the hell?” he turned and his mouth did drop off seeing a man size hole out of the bar “What the hell!!?!?”

The twelve guards had their swords out. It looked to be too much of an overreaction but they didn’t know what the hell had caused a big man like that to be unconscious like that. They were preparing themselves for the worse “Surround the area!” one of the guards said and they did get into a half circle formation each one of them surrounding the entrance of the bar where they were four feet apart from each other.

Yuushu heard the commotion outside. He looked over at the hole and saw the men assembling in a small formation. He slapped his face “This is worse time to cause attention” well no shit sherlock. “We definitely need to get out of here. You got any plans miss-uhh, I never quite got your name.”

“Uchiha. Uchiha, Suzumi” she said. And in the moment Yuushu came to a realization as to who she was. It wasn’t a sudden flood of memory like a quick kiss to a lips or a kick to the balls from an unsuspecting little kid but it came in slowly, bit by bit. He could only add in one part of scene to another, putting the piece to the puzzle by how far back he remembered this particular Uchiha. He couldn’t put more into it seeing the messy situation that he was in. "Now, let's get the hell out of here! We can go out the back. Gotta be more than one way out of this damn city, right, Yuushu?" she went over to the back door. Yuushu ran over to his coat. He gave it a quick roundabout look and walked over to the back where he was brushing the splinter wood off his coat. "Let's move fast” her foot drove into the door opening it up without much resistance. Now this was a woman he can dig. Fast action, quick thinking, not afraid of kicking down a damn door. Can a man ask for anything else?

“Hell, I’m going to enjoy this!” He looked to the left and there at the end of the alleyway of the bar was a the open space where he knew the guards were positioned. He could risk it, maybe even get himself a little blood on his hands for the fuck of it. If he was alone he would certainly had taken that option. With a woman like Suzumi around, he would think the best option would be to stay hidden for as long as possible. If she had taken the option he was thinking, she probably wouldn’t had kicked through the back door of the bar. She was playing it safe at the moment and hell playing it safe was something he could dig for the moment.

He looked to his left and saw that it was a dead end. He looked on the ground. There was a manhole cover that would lead back into the sewers. Oh how lady luck was smiling on them now. He could make love to her if he had the chance. He motions her over to the manhole. He put a finger to his lips. His fingers edges into the slits of the manhole. He would have to do this carefully. If anyone heard him do this, he would certainly be followed by the guards outside. If they were as dumb as they look, they would probably stay out there for a minute or so before charging in. If they saw the damage that was made with that hole, maybe a minute or so longer. If they were bold, they would be in the bar by now and realize that the two people who were left inside had taken the back entrance. Yuushu already made more plans with the former than the latter.

When his hands got a grip of the manhole, he slowly began lifting it up off the holder It made a slight metallic sound. It seemed so loud to Yuushu, it made him turn back to see if anyone had noticed. Besides Suzumi standing behind him, there was no one else in the viewing of this alley. When he had hold of it, he lifted it up and set it aside. He looks down and sees the ladder leading down into it. He let Suzumi go first seeing that he wanted to carefully put the manhole cover back on before they descended into the sewers and then into the tunnels. “After you” he smiled watching her squirm into the hole. He didn’t know why but a woman who looked like Suzumi dressed in the fashion of a bikini top and shorts and would now be traversing in the tunnels. Its one thing you don’t see every day. An easy in and out. Talk about your first day of recruitment. When Suzumi had descended into the darkness, Yuushu grabbed the cover with one hand holding it as if holding a platter full of food. He began descending down the ladder and when the cover hit the holding it made a clink sound.

The darkness had faded away and it was slight brightness in the sewers. Both Suzumi and Yuushu were standing on a mildly soaked concrete flooring. It had the rancid smell of sewer water, both grey and brown but Yuushu didn’t notice it. It wasn’t the first time he had to go through sewers like that and he knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Yuushu looked to his right. That wasn’t the way he came. If he went that way he would be further in Suna. He came from his left “This way” he insisted. “There are tunnels that lead to the outside only a couple of miles ahead.”

They walked down the path towards their right. He looked around up at the ceiling, thinking if this was the right path to the tunnel he came from. He couldn’t exactly remember, not like he was trying to get themselves lost. Granted, he was alone with her. He was young and she was young and she did have those looks. It just wasn’t a great time to say anything romantic. But like he predicted, there was the gate that was separating the brown water with the grey. He looked over on the other side where the water in the middle separated the other path. He jumped over and he so would Suzumi. There was a gated down that was locked from the inside and he would need someone to go on the other side to unlock it.

Fuck that. He aimed a foot in the middle of the door and drove it in. The door had come off the hinges and went onto the ladder where it lean up against. He walked over the bottom half of the door and onto the path where the large hole to the tunnels would lead “Awesome. Let’s get ourselves into that damnable thing”

He had assisted her up into the large tunnel. He knew she could do it and she knew he could do it but it was out of the respect of the matter. Yuushu explained the small story on how these tunnels were used by the old Sunagakure villagers during times of war and how now it’s been overlapped with the sewer system as time went on “I can imagine the people who built the sewer system had plans on using the tunnels again but they didn’t get around to it” he shrugged casually with the small flame that emits from the lighter “Now us black market dealers use it sometimes when we want to get into the villages unwanted. Sometimes through smuggling, other times we just don’t want to deal with the Wind Daimyo authority. Ever since that defeat at the ninth shinobi war, they’ve been in shambles so security is more or less dependable.

“But you and I come from the same village. I didn’t recognize you with the hair change and all. I’ve heard of you though, Uchiha Suzumi was the one woman who was crazy enough to get into fights just to get paid. The last reports I read about you was that you left after you-“he didn’t continue on. He had a feeling that it would certainly make her uncomfortable if not bring up some past resentment “Anyway. ANBU was going to go after you. They aren’t too keen with Uchiha running around with the type of powers they possess. They all freaked the fuck out when an Uchiha goes missing and Fire country shits their pants.

“But around the same time you left, I had done some major damage to Konoha at the time, causing some major tension between Fire Country and Earth Country and they were focusing more of their shit onto me. Granted, they had no idea it was me but they were searching for my head that’s for sure”

He chuckled out. Most people would’ve done so humorlessly but Yuushu was genuine as if he heard a very good joke “I was suppose to tell you about myself. I only told you that I’m a jack-of-all-trades guy and nothing else. But you-“ he stopped walking and turned around looking into her eyes. Again, the color of her cyan eyes mesmerized him to look at and if he looked at them long enough, he could lose himself in. He wanted to and in that moment he did. But it was only for that moment. There was a moment where Yuushu wanted to whisper that devil like whisper in her ear. “Well I told you about an offer that seems quite hard to refuse. An offer that is worthwhile that it can shift the balance in people. It creeps them the hell out because they want that balance.”

He cackled at that “Want? No, they need it. Without that balance, when shit hits the fan they can try to reassure themselves that everything is all right but when it don’t, it puts them in a state of anarchy. They just sit their dwindling their thumbs hoping someone will come and rescue them from the chaos, from the disorder, from the madness” He taps his head one finger at a time “It’s make them go crazy; everything shatters and the only people standing are those who wanted it to happen”

“You-” his voice became even more persuasive, smooth. It wasn’t the rough, young and cocky voice he had before. There was trace amounts of that cocky young man in there but it was overlapping with another voice “You are one who was born out of chaos. So was I. Both of us understand that this world needs a bit of a change. They treated us both like we were just weapons. You are a Uchiha, they call your bloodline cursed and vengeful. Me? Well, I’m just good at what I do and so was my father. Granted, my father was a fucking asshole but he was also good at what he did too”

His regular voice came back “Point being this. I want to create chaos in the world and I need someone who understands that. You, Suzumi-san, understand that more than most people I have come across. Maybe it was that divine intervention that allowed me to cross paths with you or maybe it was just good ole lady luck. Either way, you’re the only person who I can see as a partner”

An opportunity she accepts just as quickly as she followed him through the sewers and through the tunnels. With her hand grasping onto his, he was sure that lady luck was kissing his cheek softly with this one. He smiled, showing a bit of teeth. It had a dull gleam, the orange and red of the flames didn’t reflect off well but it was well enough that Suzumi could see. He raised her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss of his own the back of her head. The kiss was cold yet the heat from his breathe contradicted it.

“The adventure had begun the moment you decided you wanted in on this party.”

Both of them continued down the path but it wasn’t a silent one. Yuushu began explaining to Suzumi about the organization that was formed only two days prior. “It was a random encounter really. The preverbal “shit hit the fan” was a definite that day” He began on how he woke up from his motel room, travelled around before setting in at a strip club “Yes” he said without a hint of remorse “I went into a strip club. Only because it looked pretty neat from the outside. Looked like an awesome party to start” He gave her small detail outlook of how the smell of hashish was more foul then the smell of alcohol in that bar that he damaged. He didn’t put in the part on how there was one woman that particularly caught his eye, the brunette hair cougar that had that shine of lust in her eye. He hadn’t known Suzumi for that long but he did get that radiant feeling he got when he met Michio, something that was just off about him was the same feeling he got with her.

“Michio was the guy who set this all up. More so, he was not-well right in his head” he had a finger rotating in a circle beside his head motioning that he was insane. And why not? He wasn’t going to hide everything from her with this. She was in on it too and hell he might as well let it all loose while they were still in the tunnel. He mentioned Leon, posed as Poseidon at the time, the killing of a hunter nin group and burning down of said strip club

“It was a wacky night, I’ll tell you” both of them were now walking up the stairs. Just a few hundred meters up was a slit of light that could only be caused by something that is closed. “We had a few names to call it. The gods of the new world, the flames of Rah-“he tapped his chin with a contemplated look on his face “Something else-“ he scratched the middle of his scalp” “Can’t say I honestly remember. Probably because that monkey of a man made it hard to concentrate with some of his-well, his needless words of ‘wisdom’” he bend two of his finger when he said wisdom to show his sarcasm in the matter.

“Well, we decided to come to a conclusion to be the Days of the Week. Something simple. I wondered what would be an awesome day for me to pick so I picked Saturday. Michio was Thursday, kinda boring but whatever and Monkey Spiderman-Leon I think was his name-is Mr. Wednesday”. They had reached the top of the stairs. Yuushu had grabbed the handle of the door but then pulled away. He took a step down and pushed kicked between the middle. The doors gave way opening up to the desert sky. Yuushu puts an arm over his eyes dimming the brightness to his eyes. He had been so used to the dim lights of the lighter that his eyes tear up when he walked out of the tunnel.

“Watch your step” he said as slid down the dune down to level ground

Yuushu eyes followed the blueness of the sky like a sailor examining the rough sea. His eyes then trailed over to the direction he would have to go next which was Konohagakure.

This made him curse to himself. He raised his hand to his face where it then caressed the smooth outline of his chin. If he had a goatee there he would be pulling on it for sure. “I have to find more members and return to Konohagakure.” The word Konohagakure would definitely put an image in her head “But I would need to leave you just this once in order to do this.”

He was a bit hesitant to do so. After all, he had that itching feeling about her-condition in the mind. So far this entire group was comprised of insane and definitely chaotic people. Yuushu was intelligent enough to know that chaotic people don’t have to be insane per se. Yuushu was a bit of a chaotic person in regards to be a person who didn’t like structure and didn’t like to bound by rules. People like Michio and Leon and, although assuming he was guessing Suzumi were the type of people that were an instant magnet to other chaos. Chaos is attracted to itself, regardless of what kind of chaos it entails, as long as there is no structure, no solid box to follow and no lines drawn, chaotic people can work together. What made Yuushu curious was the fact that this large majority of people would mostly be insane while he would be the sane person. That was a scary thought and it didn’t reassure him that he did join this group. He would have to put this carefully.

“There is a small apartment complex in Amegakure no sato. I’m sure you’ve been to the village?” he followed with “Down by the river there is a port where there are about twelve docks. These docks lead straight down the fish market. Once you reach the end of it, you’ll see a shift in architecture. You’ll notice seeing that the buildings will be a lot more vibrant than the dull fish district. To your left you’ll turn and down you’ll see a apartment that is run by no one. You’ll see someone there at the desk. That isn’t the manager. That’s just some guy who is getting paid by me. Give him the key and you’ll be able to go to the VIP room of this floor. Make yourself at home while we assemble the group. I have to meet up with Mr. Thursday and Mr. Wednesday”

He realized then that he never gave Suzumi a day of a week title. “Hmmm” he tapped his foot on the ground having that contemplative look again only more exaggerated with his lips. He looked at her but not just look at her in a physical, attractive damn-you-look-good kind of way. He was past that point-to an extent. His eyes did wander down to her curves and her chest but that was just out of habit. “You look like a Friday. Like a legitimate Ms. Friday. You just have that-what’s the word I’m looking for-that feel to you. Like the type of person who you could go out with on a Friday night.” He snapped his finger and points “All right. Settling with Ms. Friday then?”

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