"WAKE UP!" Amidst a forest clearing, a pair of eyes snapped open with sudden abrupt nature. The eyes, were of course attached to a face, as most eyes usually are. This face however, was a complete mystery, covered entirely in bandages from forehead to chin. Only two small holes were cut in the bandages and from these holes a pair of eyes blinked slowly, the green orbs glazed over in a haze of confusion. In a pile of tall grass the man, his form obscured from the world by the waste high grass. It was within this grass that hey lay for many minutes as he felt his mind slowly awaken. Confusion filled his head, he felt as if he had been asleep for a long time and was only just now waking up.

For these many minutes, his green eyes darted around, taking in the mass green of the tall grass. His confusion was only furthered when a loud voice erupted in his head. "GET UP YOU IDIOT!" The voice resonated within his skull, bringing with it a heavy throb of pain. As soon as he heard the words, it seemed as if his body acted beyond his control, abruptly sitting up, yet still only the tips of the man's gray hair poked above the tall grass. "That is not all the way up senior..." spoke another voice, this one different in every way, less fierce, less angry and more silly, perhaps even kinder. The bandaged man shook his head a bit and began to stand up, his tall form quickly getting to it's feet and automatically attempting to brush the earthy debris from his clothing. He wore a suit, navy blue in color, unbuttoned to reveal a grey button-up shirt underneath, several of the top buttons unfastened with a loose tie red worn around his neck. He looked down at his matching suit pants, colored the same way as the suit and examined his clothing for a moment. The suit which was most likely once very neat and professional looking, now was covered in stains of grass, dirt and a few reddish-brown stains that looked suspiciously like blood. The bandaged man couldn't help but wonder what had happened to this exceedingly expensive looking suit.

"Wh-who are you?" came a new voice, muffled, quiet and confused, yet the man knew the source of this voice, after all, it was his own. He coughed before swallowing hard, his mouth parched beyond belief. "Who are you?" he spoke again this time, his voice louder, more confident. His new tone seemed to be met with disapproval as the bandaged man quickly felt another throb of pain within his skull as the fierce voice spoke once more "Walk!". He cringed in pain, but didn't question, merely acting on order, putting one foot in front of the other and maneuvering his way through the tall grass.

As he continued moving forward without guidance, the man's mind was riddled with confusion, the man walked on, trying desperately to lift what felt like a pillow on his mind. "Where am I going?" he spoke out clearly to the area around him, unsure of whom exactly he was speaking . "The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question? " another voice came, differing from the other two, causing the man to look around for it's source, his green eyes tracing through the tall grass, trying desperately to pierce it and find the source of these words. "Do you mind?" came the fierce voice, this time without pain to the man, before the second voice quietly whispered "You are going forward...merely continue on."

A slight twinge of annoyance flowed through the man as he continued on, following the orders he felt compelled to obey, without reason. "Wh-" he started again but quickly fell silent, knowing that for some reason these people who spoke would give him no answers. Instead of questioning, the bandaged man merely observed his surroundings, taking in the mass of green as he tried to piece together whatever the Hell had happened to him. He found quickly that despite his hardest attempts, he could not remember anything before waking in the grass, yet at the same time he could feel the memories in his mind, yet each time he tried to grasp at them, they would slip beyond his reach. Even his own name was a mystery to him.

Time seemed to pass slowly, but the bandaged man felt the time pass from minutes, to hours as he walked on. He heard nothing further from the voices as he walked on at his rather quick pace, the silence both calming and unnerving for him as he tried to work through his confusion. He found that the environment was nothing special to observe during his long walk, mostly masses of tall green grass accompanied by the occasional tree cropping up within a field and only a small squeak or the scurry of an animal broke the silence of his surroundings. Thus he continued on in an eerie silence.


After what seemed like many hours of walking, a new sound broke the silence, a sound coming from directly ahead of him. He slowed slightly, his brain taking in the new sound before he realized what it was. He swallowed, remembering his thirst and burst into a quick run towards the source of the sound. For a brief second he was surprised at the speed which came from his fit form, but after another brief second he realized he didn't care, his running shifting towards a high speed sprint as he got closer to the sound, his thirst becoming more prominent.

After only a few more minutes of running, the river came into his sight, his thirst seemed to intensify as he saw the water, as with everything, he couldn't remember his last drink, but he felt as if it had been days, weeks even. In a few swift steps the man came to the bank of the river, dropping to his knees and quickly cupping his hands and trying to pull some water up to his mouth in impatient movements. Despite his eagerness, only a small bit of the water reached his mouth, most of it absorbed by the thick bandages. After a few more tries to drink the water from his hands, the man reached up and ripped the bandages away in one swift movement. His mouth now free, the man merely put his face down into the water and eagerly drank up the water, not caring about the dirty taste.

After a few moments, the man pulled up from the water, the water dripping from his mouth and down his chin as he pulled in a deep breath. On his knees, the man looked around, observing the nature of the stream as he sucked in a few more deep breaths, his thirst sated. "H-hello" despite the quite nature of the voice, them an moved on instinct, moving into a defensive crouch and turning on one foot, keeping his footing safely away from the edge of the river. Upon turning, his stance relaxed slightly, noting the source of the voice to be a small child. "Who are you? " the man asked. He quickly realized he asked his question perhaps a bit more fiercely than was needed as he heard the child reply in a small quiet voice. "M-M-Michio..." yet the words were nearly drown out by a loud snap to the man's left causing his head to snap in that direction, taking his attention off the child for a second.


After determining that there was nothing of danger in the direction of the noise, the man turned his attention back to the boy, only to find him gone. Quickly looking around, he searched for the boy, only to find nothing but the tall grass and a few trees that surrounded the stream. "Walk!" came the first voice again, yet the thought of the child still carried in his mind as he spoke, "Where am I going?" he found himself walking again, compelled to listen to the voices, even though he knew naught of their source, he didnt expect a response and was surprised when the second voice spoke again, "If you dont know where you want to go, the direction you take does not matter because no matter which way you walk, you will end up somewhere" Unable to get a straight answer from these voices, the man set out with a sight, following along the bank of the river and walking on once more.


"Speak to him..." the first voice spoke, it's tone different than before, almost snake-like. The man had walked for so long that time had seemed to lose meaning, yet he figured it had been at least four hours since he had stopped at the stream. The voices had stayed in silence as he had walked, following the steam to a moderately sized village, where he followed an unforeseen compulsion to his current location. He had lurked among the crowded streets, blending into crowds or hiding in the shadows to avoid attention to his half bandaged face, he didnt know why he did this, but he felt it would be better if he went unnoticed.

The day was breaking into dusk, and the sun was kissing the last bit of the earth good-bye as he had made his way into a small club known only as "Thursdays", it was the type of place that many pretended did not exist, the place where shady people conducted shady business and yet he had felt the need to enter. Amidst the club, it was not the women, scarcely clothed hanging from metal poles that caught his eye, nor the vibrant lighting or most of the people. In fact, it was merely one man that caught his eye. A man who's hair was similar to his own and for some reason the voices compelled him towards where this man sat. "Speak to him! " this time the command was more fierce and he moved, genuinely curious of his purpose here.

Following the command, he approached, slowly weaving his way through the place, closer to the man who sat at the bar with a bored expression on his face. 'What is this? Why can I not remember anything? ...does this man hold some answers? and who are these voices?' Each of these questions ran through his mind as he drew closer to the man in his slow advance. "This is quite the show here hmm?", he spoke as he sat on the stool next to the bored man, he didnt quite know what he was saying, he felt his mouth moving, but had no choice of what words were said. "But it's not quite chaotic enough for my tastes." He glanced up at the woman, dancing above him, his eyes tracing up her alluring form as he smirked and turned to the white haired man. "The name's Michio and I think we're going to have a very long and pleasant future ahead of us." The words flowed from his mouth, something else in his mind taking dominant control.

He found the bartenders lack of attention boring to him; an expression that Yuushu sees whenever he sees a drug addict smoke one of the finest of marijuana. It was that dull look, eyes drooping half shut as if he was about to fall asleep as he stood rubbing the glass with a beer smelling cloth. He had been sitting here for a good ten minutes. Yuushu glanced over the tenders head and saw the big hand on the three while the other was on seven. Scratch that, fifteen minutes for the bartender to actually respond. He wasn’t being patient, not today at least. He felt that the music could drown into his head soaking his mind with the slow and soulful beats.



It had been a semi-normal day. He didn’t really wake up till noon today. He had woken up in a pile of sweat. His sheets were covered, partially sticky and partially wet. He noticed how he was only down to his boxer shorts, his prized hearts boxers that he had to wash now because of the sweat. There was a mild stench of piss and old water that had seeped into the carpet. The top of the ceiling had splotches of different shades of brown. He noticed how in the corners how the spots were becoming more into a swampy green. There was a nightstand on one side of the bed, a small rusted table on the other with two chairs that were overturned. His clothes were on the top of table, piled together in one heaping mess that showed how little Yuushu cared when he got in last night.

He didn’t drink; he wasn’t a person who would like to drink. He had the look however, as profiling as it sounds Yuushu had the stereotypical young guy who party like there was no tomorrow. Oddly, he was a guy who drank stuff like water, water with lemon, tomato juice, the things that would put him at an odd standing at the gatherings and parties he would be invited (and uninvited) to. His head did feel like he had taking some type of cough medicine, that drowsy what-the-hell-did-I-take feeling.

He massaged his numbing head “Oh fuck-“ he groaned “What time is it?” He looked at the small electric clock. It was 12:26, which was early for him. Depending on whether he was hired to work or not, this was a particularly early time for him. His hand dragged down his face. “Well, I’m up. I better go piss” He did so, the longest piss he had ever taken and probably the best piss he’s taken. He’s taken worse in worse bathrooms than this. To compare it to the last nasty place he had taken a piss where there was vomit that had taken up three fourths of the entire tile floor of the bathroom with that old lingering smell of piss, alcohol and shit, this bathroom was a chamber of wonders.

He had washed his face, brushed his teeth and did a quick ice cold soak in the sink to revitalize his once sleeping face. He let out a shocking gasp when the water hit him. He got out of the bathroom and slid into his pants and put on his jacket. He looked at his black tank top, mildly soaked in what seemed to be tomato juice, gave it a look around and decided to put it back on the table. He’ll be back for it later on today. He had an itching for something to do. He grabbed the motel key off the table and shoved it in his pocket. His hand felt a hard object, something like stone press against his fingers.

Yuushu pulled out the object. It was a ruby the size of a tangerine in his pocket. He looked at it objectively, a smile widen on his face and threw it up in the air only to catch it “God I love my line of work”

He didn’t seem much around the city village. That is what exactly Yuushu saw of this village. Konoha was a city village, Kumo was a city village. They had the typical modernize things that most modernize villages in society had. The life of incoming and ongoing traffic of people and vehicles both man-made and animal driven. Pretty exciting and pretty dull at the same time. It contradicted; Yuushu was a type of person who liked contradictions. Good ones at least. Yuushu didn’t pay attention however to the vendors of this place. Of course you’re selling this, and no I probably won’t be able to find these great deals anywhere else. No, I’m not interested. These were Yuushu’s thoughts. His outward expression was more or less a friendly one.

He spent his time looking at shops and vendors and wandering through the grassy parks that this city village had to offer. It was more or less a very slow day the moment he got up this afternoon. All the wondering he did make him go down to the red light district. The place had lit up that dusky sky, it almost didn’t seem real to Yuushu at first. He was just the afternoon when he woke up and now it was getting close to the late evening. He had been wandering all day-wasted it all away because he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

How he ended up Thursdays was a different manner that Yuushu didn’t bother to care. Hell, it seemed pretty lively-on the outside. On the outside the place had a neon lit sign. It was a subtle one too, nothing glamorous about it really, nothing flashy or dramatic. Its subtle neon blue colors with the inside of THURSDAY all darken.

“Now this is my type of place to chill for a minute or two”

He looked and saw a bouncer leaning on the wall of the door. He was a tall black man, large for his own size that Yuushu could imagine people had called him something like Bull or Meathead. The bouncer made a slight twist to Yuushu. Though the bouncer had shades on, he didn’t at all doubt that Yuushu wasn’t exactly the best dressing man to be touting around the red light district. But the bouncer had seen worse and that was not at all going to deny this man entry. He opened the door and Yuushu waved him off with two fingers nodding his head at him.

He had entered into the now very dark place. There was a distinct smell of Hashish and something fruity mixing in with it. It felt mellow, something he could rock to sleep with again. Yuushu’s eyes scanned over the place a bit. It was definitely a strip club if he could put it anymore bluntly. He simply didn’t see it as anywhere way. There was a large stage that was position in the middle of everything. Six poles from ceiling to stage went where woman were moving about, gyrating every part of their body to make the body of men feel absolutely weak. All around, there were few small stages set up on each table. Yuushu could imagine that these were the more private places that one or two women would dance for a small group of men.


Yuushu had rubbed his hands against his gloves “Oooohhhh man, this is going to be a helluva-“ He saw a auburn haired woman had walked up to her. It made Yuushu stop at how gorgeous she was. It wasn’t that her face and her appearance set him off but it was the fact that this woman wore clothes he would see from very classy evening dresses, black that went down to her lower thighs. It left him at a daze and it made him smile.


“Welcome to Thursday. Is it just one or are you waiting for a group” she said in a mellow but seductive tone that it made Yuushu almost want to laugh at how she said it.

“Nope. I’m just here to watch from a distance. I think I may go over the bar. Why not join me seeing that I'm alone in this cold cold place” He said, hoping his charm would work on her.

She looked at him up and down, eyeing him with consideration then said “I prefer my men more-mmm, well professional. You just look too rough for me”

“I can be as professional as you want or as rough as you want. Either or, I’ll willing if you are”

She let out a small laugh, mellow like her speech “You’re charming but you’re just too young for me.” She turned and walked away. Yuushu ran a hand through his hair watching the slim yet curvy woman walk away. So she was a cougar. He imagined her in her late thirties to early forties. She was interested, he didn’t doubt that. Little words and little communication, Yuushu saw that gleam of lust in her eyes. It was a small contemplation but enough for Yuushu to say that he still got it.

That had been fifteen minutes ago and that seem almost two weeks ago. The atmosphere in this place was very disorienting. If Yuushu wasn’t too excited from that woman he was hitting on, he probably would’ve fell asleep by now. Yuushu raised a hand to the bartenders face and snap his fingers “Yoohoo? You there?”

The bartender didn’t lose that sleepy complexion but he did turn his attention to Yuushu “Welcome to Thursdays...” he said it as if in a far off dream then he was back to rubbing his glass.

“No fucking service around here. No wonder there isn’t anybody up here on the bar. The bartender is high on these damn fumes.”

He saw at the end how there was a brunette that was dancing on the bar table. He didn’t notice till now but there was a stripper pole from the ceiling to the table itself. She was dancing with three guys sitting down in bliss as they watched the woman, pulling out money from wads they had carried for this specific night.

“Something tells me that Thursdays doesn’t have specials on Thursdays but on Monday or something. I just have a feeling”

"This is quite the show here hmm?" a voice came in from Yuushu’s back. Yuushu turned and found that it was man wrapped in bandages intricately yet loosely around his face. He sat down on the stool next to him. "But it's not quite chaotic enough for my tastes."

“If you can call it a show. More like an academy student show and tell day only with less clothes on and more men jizzing down their pants out of extreme eye candy” he said. Did the man say Chaotic? This partially woke him up from his bored looked and he was now attentive. Why did he suddenly become attentive like that? It was how the man said it, how he said it such a manner that could give people chills. Yuushu didn’t feel that chill but he knew that it would come sooner or later.

"The name's Michio and I think we're going to have a very long and pleasant future ahead of us." He had a smirk on his lips that the bartender noticed. Yuushu noticed how that sleepy look had a moment of sudden panic and fear. The man turned himself calmly away from where he was standing closer to the woman over by the pole.

“Future together? What are you-“Yuushu paused and then the idea clicked in him. He snapped his fingers. He can only imagine that this man had heard of Yuushu’s services; his Jack-of-all-trades services made Yuushu quite a useful adversary in the community of the underworld. He could see that this man, from the way he acted, sounded and dressed had some sort of plan for him to work out. Sweet. He could get some payment and probably move on onto the next village. “Oh, you want me to work for you? One helluva a place to find me, I wasn’t expecting anyone to take notice of me-uhhh Michio was it?”

“What kind of job we talking about?” Yuushu asked plainly

There was a dark, oppressive feeling to the forest, the moonlight barely touching the ground despite the lack of leaves. A thin layer of clouds covered the night sky, illuminating the entire area with a silver lining. If one would enter this forest during the day, the oppressive feeling would still be there regardless of the sunlight. It looked like a scene out of Sleepy Hollow, and that one could expect the headless horseman to run out through the trees and disappear.

No one normally entered this forest because it was deemed haunted, but all that was just superstition. Nothing was wrong with the forest, it just happened to be in the wrong place for people to enjoy it. For Leon, it was the perfect location to hide. Even normal Shinobi were unnerved by this place, and thus patrols would be much louder and easier to detect because of the fear.

Stretching along a tree limb, Leon sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing from the previous six hour chase through the country. One would think that after being walked right past on the streets by the person they were chasing five times, and still not capturing them, the hunter nin would just give up and try again another day. Not this group though, they were extremely special and persistant in their pursuit of Leon, and it was amusing for the first few hours, but slowly lost its appeal as they continued to fail repeatedly.

A snap of a twig closer to the center of the forest than where Leon was caused his eyes to snap open, and he sighed, extending his senses outwards. Of course it would be the hunter nin and not a wild animal, why would it be otherwise? Leon swore to himself quietly and stretched, standing on the tree limb and kept his senses extended so that he could tell where the nin were going to. And of course, they were heading towards his general direction. Apparently, from the amount of chakra they had that Leon could sense, they had gotten lost somewhere closer towards the bandit camp that EVERYONE in the general vicinity of Kusa knew about. Leon shook his head and jumped down from the tree and began strolling out of the forest. There was a town close to the edge of this forest, and from what Leon remembered, they had a decent strip club. Atleast he would be able to get SOME enjoyment out of being there. Not by the strippers, but it was entertaining to watch the drunk old farts try and get their way.


There was a nice low beat as Leon entered the club. It wasn’t some crappy song that anyone with any form of rhythmical sense would want to claw their eardrums out, but it wasn’t something that was too energetic and could cause too much excitement in the customers. Whether they wanted to or not, most humans subconsciously increased the pace of whatever they were doing if they heard a good fast beat. And this strip club obviously wanted its money’s worth, given the pace. Looking around though, Leon figured they could have picked the pace up quite a bit and managed to keep the income flowing because of the beauties here. Why such a place with these beauties was in such an obscure place was beyond his comprehension, but it made sense at the same time; private local clubs were always better than the big city ones.

"But it's not quite chaotic enough for my tastes." Chaos? Leon perked his head up and looked around the club, searching for the voice that had spoken. Finally, he managed to get a view of two men sitting at the bar, strangely both looking alike from behind. Same build, same general height and hair, almost like they were twins, except that they really didn’t seem to know each other. Leon shrugged slightly. This was most likely one of those cases where two people who remotely resemble each other meet.

There was however, something about the one on the left, with the bandages, that intrigued Leon immensely. It was an old feeling, one he hadn’t experienced in nearly a hundred years. And yes, it had been around that long since he was born, give or take a couple decades. Due to Leons unique ability, he was essentially immortal, unless he had his head cut off, but with time and patience, he was sure that even that could be countered eventually.

That was off topic however. Leon needed to get closer to the pair to confirm this feeling. He was still undecided on how he was going to react should his gut feeling proven to be true. Looking up, Leon noticed the catwalks above the patrons and smiled, threads beginning to form from the stitches on his wrists.


As Leon crawled upside down across the catwalks, he took notice of the spectacular view that one got of the employees of the club from above them. Smirking slightly, he continued across towards the pair at the bar, eventually reaching above their heads. He wasn’t trying to hide his presence, but it happened anyways most of the time, so whether they noticed him or not was up in the air.

It seemed that the one without the bandages had just asked the other one a question and was awaiting an answer when Leon got there, so now seemed the perfect time to drop in, and that Leon intended to do literally. Attaching his threads to the cat walk, Leon lowered himself down to right above the bar in front of them and cocked his head to the side, staring at both of them equally. He was right, they did look like twins even regardless of the bandages.

”I was right… You do have a familiar feeling about you,” Leon said, directing his comment towards Michio. “But its not you… its something on you, something you are carrying…”

Keeping himself hovering above the bar, Leon started spinning slowly, his head still cocked to one side. ”A feeling from a different life time, a different universe, a different generation and war,” Leon continued while spinning, almost talking like a riddle.

”Oh, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me… Posiedon… Yes… Posiedon… I think I like that name for this current meeting. “

Turning to the male without the bandages, Leon gave him a once over and nodded. He looked familiar, probably from a previous job he had pulled off and ran across, or something of the like.

"I am speaking of many th--" Michio began, but his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a strange occurrence. Underneath his bandages one of Michio's eyebrows raised as the strange man lowered himself from the ceiling. As he spoke, Michio's eyes traced up his form to see how he was managing to hang from the ceiling and he found he could barely contain his laughter at his next thought...he could see how the view was better from up there. ”I was right… You do have a familiar feeling about you,” the hanging man said, directing his comment towards Michio himself. “But its not you… its something on you, something you are carrying…”

Michio cocked his head to the side with a puzzled expression on his face as he eyed the new man with his green eyes. 'An older time? What is he talking...' he thought, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice within his head. 'Check your pockets...' came the first voice, underneath the bandages and hidden from the other two men Michio's eyebrows pushed together in confusion. He slid his hand into his pocket only to feel a small wooden box he hadn't noticed before. Now that he noticed it he felt somewhere within the back of his head that the item was of some importance, but his memory prohibited him from knowing what it was.

Turning his attention back to the spinning man as he began to speak again, Michio couldnt help but laugh. "Posiedon huh?", he smirked, "Well in that case I'm Zeus", he laughed and cast a glance to the first man with a slight annoyed look and turning his attention back to the hanging man. "Well, Posiedon, it seems quite rude for you to literally drop in on our conversation now doesn't it?" Without warning, Michio hopped over the bar and shoved the indifferent bartender out of the way, probably knocking him onto the floor, but he didn't care. "Hmmm..let's see" He turned his attention to the mass amount of bottles behind the bar, suddenly, he began tossing seemingly random bottles onto the floor, causing them to shatter loudly as their contents seeped onto the floor.

Michio continued on his course of action, wasting several bottles as he searched, ignoring the cries and protests from both customers and employees as he did so. After several minutes and hundreds of dollars in assorted alcohol wasted, he turned his attention back to the two men, holding several large bottles of various types of alcohol with a rather large and wolf-like grin on his face. "So as I was saying....chaos" In one swift movement he snatched a pair of keys and a lighter off the counter before hoping over it, caring his alcohol and prizes as he did so.

"Chaos. CHAOS. K-OS. Chaooooooooos." he said the word several different ways before letting out a wicked laugh and returning his focus to the two men. "Well, come on Posieden." he turned from the hanging man to the original man. "Let's go George." Michio flicked open the lighter, tossing it behind the counter. He spoke quickly as the alcohol and flames met, causing a large fireball to grow from behind the bar and a loud scream from the burning bartender to ensue. "Well gentlemen. We have business to discuss. " With those words and the chaos filling the small club, he turned and walked towards the back of the building, humming 'The Grinch Song' as he walked closer to the back room.

Michio didnt check to see if the two men were following, but for their sake they probably should have, Michio quickly threw a one off the bottles up in the air and punched the air with his fist, extending a small fireball which collided with the bottle and caused a fireball and shards of glass to shower part of the club. As a woman walked passed him, aiming to help the burning bartender, he stuck his foot out causing her to trip and fall face first onto the floor.

With one strong kick, he then proceeded to knock her out of the way and maneuver his way to the locked back room through the crowd of people. Making sure the other two were behind him, he unlocked the door and kicked it open. "After you gentlemen." he said as he kicked open the door to a small back room, filled with chairs, mirrors, various clothes and luckily another exit.

After he was sure they entered Michio tossed two more bottles in the air over the frightened people and then proceeded to launch fireballs at them too before quickly walking in, closing and locking the door quickly to protect them from the blast. "So gentlemen. Chaos?" he let out a loud laugh before flashing them both a crazy looking grin.

Michio had a hazed look to himself. Yuushu saw how his eyes scanned him, examined him, and watched every part of his body trying to find some sort of tick in his body language. These types of tactics were a must when it came to cross examining witnesses and testing out the right amount of skill for potential candidates. Yuushu had one hand to the counter. There was, by the right of his hand, a small shot glass. It was touching the side of his pinky. He didn’t think Michio seen it and he didn’t think that he could see his hand inch over to the cup little by little. Whether he was being a modest gentleman having a nice offer for him accept or a deranged man of high taste, Yuushu could no more trust him than his own grandmother and she was one untrusting bitch.

He did speak of chaos though. It was that one word that caught Yuushu’s attention in the first place. He did wonder what he had to offer him. There weren’t many small jobs that would be considered chaotic. Jobs that weren’t chaotic made Yuushu all the more interested in making sure it would turn out to be chaotic. A small bank job? He made sure he brought a few barrels of gasoline and orange juice to create nitroglycerin. Selling drugs? No problem. All he needed to do with that was make sure he had stored made some bags that were filled with baking soda and sugar and give it to a kid for him to sell. Give him a good 900 ryo a piece and sell it to the local drug addicts and to the authorities for a drug bust. The real crime would be deep underground selling it for four times the normal price plus extra. Guard detail? Well, that one was a bit of a tricky one but Yuushu always brought in tear gas to fuck up the people who were trying to attack his clientele.

But this man had just asked him to help create chaos. This was something Yuushu had never heard before from a person who wanted his services. He supposed that people were getting weirder and weirder. After awhile, Yuushu stopped asking questions.

“I am speaking of man thi—“ Michio cut his words shorts and Yuushu saw why. Slowly edging down between them was a man hanging upside down. Yuushu raised one eyebrow and leaned back slightly to get a better visual of the man. He guy had brown hair, somewhat normal appearing for someone who was hanging upside down from the wall. He gave a once around at Yuushu but then his attention had spanned over to Michio. He wasn’t surprise, he wasn’t freaked out, he wasn’t even going to even question why this one guy was hanging upside down in a high fashion strip club. As he said before, after awhile you just stop asking questions.

The man had continued to ramble on about something. The words were indeed odd for someone of his stature and Yuushu made a mental note that the guy was more or less a type of guy who was definitely not the hit at a party. He was the type of person who would talk nonsense for a few hours, perhaps slam himself into a chair for no reason and then get in a fight with a lamp proclaiming it to be a demon from hell-while being sober. Michio let the man speak, that relaxing smile he had on his face made him seem so placid about it all. He went on to say “Poseidon huh? Well in that case I'm Zeus" Poseidon? Zeus? From what Yuushu recalled they were old gods from the western countries. Old mythology was something Yuushu had a habit of looking at and of course, being the random person he was, he had recognized the names as they were two gods that were brothers. If he remembered correctly, the third brother was named Hades-Gah, what the hell was he doing. Oh he knew exactly what he was doing. He was losing track of what was happening.

With quickness, Michio leapt over the bar. Yuushu just stared at him with interest as he pushed over the blazed bartender over on the ground. He fell over like a weaken branch to the wind and didn’t proceed to get up from it. He looked at the bottles of liquor, tasting it with his eyes before saying no and dropping them to the ground. Yuushu slowly turned his head to the back where he saw that the strippers hadn’t stopped dancing but they were looking at Michio and them. Yuushu looked over his other shoulder. His eyes instantly caught glimpse of the man, claimed Poseidon, still hovering by counter. His eyes also caught glimpse of security who was coming over. Five large men, all built to handle normal men who were getting too frisky for their own taste walking over to him. Yuushu hand wrapped around the shot glass “Get the—“ He pushed Poseidon away from the table so he could get a good swing in as one of the bouncers got as close as Yuushu’s shoulder which he grabbed. He swung hard and wide into the bouncers face with the glass shattering. It shattered into his eyes, his cheek, ripped in his lower and upper lip. He let out a short scream and fell back over a booth where a group of men had seated only twenty minutes ago hoping to have a good ole’ time.

Two bouncers tried to grab at Yuushu. Yuushu had jumped up onto both of the bouncer’s shoulders. He grabbed both of their heads and slammed them hard against each other. He heard a hard crack noise from their skulls. Yuushu had used their shoulders as a platform to jump off of them before they fell to the ground. He flipped quickly and soon extended his leg out dropping down onto one of the remaining bouncers head. His head was driven down into the ground where the ground had caved it. The ground was made out of marble flooring and seeing the man’s head drove into that gave the last bouncer a clear understanding of how strong this man actually was.

Yuushu landed on the ground before standing himself up. He looked at the last bouncer who had once been strong enough to fight a ‘normal’ person to becoming more of a tamed dog. Yuushu and the bouncer looked down at bouncer’s pants and saw that it was wet. Both looked up at the same time and Yuushu did a fake out at him, moving forward as if he was going to attack only to let out a small battle cry. The bouncer fled for his life, tripping over a stool that had fallen. He got up and ran as fast as he could manage himself.

Yuushu turned back to Michio and Poseidon “My bad, Posei-man. Didn’t want to shatter glass in your face” But he wouldn’t think he would mind just a damn bit. Michio had a smile, no a Cheshire grin than most. Yuushu had his hands behind his head and cocked his head back “So what were you going on about?”

"So as I was saying....chaos" Michio continued. He reached over to find a set of keys and a lighter off the counter. He looked at his new prized alcohol that he was probably going to consume later on “Chaos. CHAOS. K-OS. Chaooooooooooooooooos!” He emphasized each chaos differently and each word sounded different each time. Whoever this person was, he was sure he was mad dog crazy. He motions him to follow calling Poseidon, Poseidon and Yuushu, oddly enough, George. George? He shook his head not even wanting to question where the hell he got that name from.

Yuushu vaults over the counter. He then witnessed Michio punching the alcohol container onto the laying bartender opened the lighter to where the flames immediately erupted from the tiny slot. He dropped it on the bartender and immediately was set ablaze. Yuushu didn’t speak a word about this. No, there was no reason to. The guy wasn’t just crazy. He made batshit crazy seem like a toddlers play toy. He wondered what else was up this man’s sleeve. Oh but no that wasn’t the last part of it. Michio pushed down the woman who was stripping on the pole next to her and kicked her into the fire consuming bartender. He could envision a maniacal smile on Michio’s face.

Whether Yuushu had hesitated for a moment, he did so at that very second. He didn’t know what now to think about this Michio character. He wasn’t the one to set a person on fire for the fuck of it. He would if he had to or if he had some sort of motivation but Yuushu had looked at this with a bit of a open mind. All right, so he set the guy on fire. All right, that’s fine. He couldn’t let that stop him from what this man had to offer. Hell, from what he could tell, this was just a mild hesitation. After that little moment he had, he decided to say fuck it and follow the guy.

Yuushu followed him to the back door. He had unlocked it and decided to kick it open “Why didn’t you just kick the door open instead of unlocking the door?” Michio ignored Yuushu for that moment and Yuushu didn’t mind and only shrugged. He followed him out with Poseidon and out into another room. He could see that this was the V.I.P room where there was more of a darker set up, the lights had more of an ultraviolet color to it. There was more chairs, a more tables and there were beds set up over to the side that had sheets to cover from wandering eyes.

“So gentlemen? Chaos?”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, chaos, you want to ensue chaos. That’s not exactly going into the specifics is it?” He wasn’t expecting an immediate answer “What we need to do is make a choice. We can either stay here and have to deal with more authorities than those damn bouncers that tried to fuck us over OR we can get out through the back way and hopefully we can avoid some shit. I ain’t picking. Both are good options”

“What do you think—“He was going to turn to Poseidon to ask for his opinion but then realized again that his name was the western god of the sea. “Never mind. I have a feeling that either one of us are wanted for something. No normal people gather together to discuss chaos in a damn strip club. Maybe a restaurant, that would’ve been better but not a damn strip club”

Leon chuckled with glee as the bandaged nin approved of his name and responded in kind. It didn’t really matter if he was mocking Leon or not, it as was all in fun and games and mostly crazy people talk. And Leon was well, crazy.

The situation slowly got better as Zeus set a bartender on fire and pushed a stripper into the flames. And suddenly Leon was swinging back and forth like a pendulum while spinning. Apparently he had been pushed by the non bandaged nin, and as Leon was on his way back, he saw a bouncer get shoved through the bar. Not into, not onto, through the wooden bar. While he was swinging, Leon started clapping for everything that was happening, be it flames that Zeus was throwing around, or the other guy throwing bouncers around inside the club.

Jumping down from the ceiling mid swing, Leon pouted slightly. ”I wanna play tooooooooooo,” he said, before putting his hands into the seal for henge. A puff of smoke appeared and where Leon once stood was now a giant purple dinosaur with green spots and a green underbelly. Opening up his arms, Leon started chasing around random strippers, singing.

”I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME, WE’RE ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY, WITH A GREAT BIG HUG AND A KISS FROM ME TO YOU, WONT YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME TOO!!!!!”

It was mid chase that Leon noticed Zeus and the other guy, now named George by Zeus which Leon thought was hilarious, were headed towards a private room. Chasing a stripper towards them, he threw his giant dinosaur stomach forwards and slammed the stripper in the back, watching as he let go of the henge as she flew into the back door and slammed it open with a sickening crack.

As she fell backwards Leon clapped his hands together at the sound of chaos. ”I like chaos. Me likey. ME LIKEYYYYYYYYYY,” Leon screamed while cackling madly, his voice dropping down a good couple octave. ”I want Chocoolateeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Leon yelled after he was done with his first sentence and thrust his fist out of the door where the stripper had fallen and grabbed her body. Or so he thought. What he actually pulled back in was a hunter nin, slightly concussed and a giant bruise on her forehead from where the stripper had burst the door open in her face.

Leon looked at her blankly. ”This isn’t Chocolate…” he muttered, some form of sanity coming back to his face. “Lets see… hunter nin hunter nin…. From… Konoha it looks like? What did I do in Konoha that has you after me…” Leon muttered to himself before shrugging and grabbing some wire out of the hunter nin’s pouch and tying her to a strippers pole.

”You are now Bubbles. Bubbles is your name, and you shall respond to Bubbles. Now dance!” Leon said, sitting back in a chair and chuckling. One hunter nin never came after a missing nin alone, there was probably a full team waiting outside. On that note, Leon thought about how she had been caught, confused as to why she was hiding behind a door of all things.

When Leon realized she wasn’t going to dance, he did something no one should ever have had to hear again. He started singing.

” (Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark)
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

7:45, we're drivin' on the highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend


Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after ... wards
I don't want this weekend to end

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend”

While singing, Leon had managed to utilize his threads to split his vocal cords, allowing him to sing both the chorus and the main verses. Halfway through the song, Bubbles as she was now known, began pole dancing, her ears slowly beginning turn red with blood as the words pierced her ear drums and slowly began falling down to the ground.

Chuckling and pulling out his own ear plugs, Leon turned to the outside door and waved his hand, trying to antagonize the rest of the hunter nin that had managed to escape his terrible singing. "I vote we stay here for a bit and have a little fun. Its a good relaxing time right now," he said smiling.


Note: I apologize for the loss of brain cells that this post may cause due to the lyrics that have been "sung" by my character. By the way, that song should not exist and is only used for torture methods in my post.

Zeus' form quickly rolled to the side on instinct as the stripper/victim was flung through the now very broken door. "Well..there goes plan A to keep them all out..." he chuckled softly before a wide smirk grew on his face. 'This is indeed chaos' he thought to himself as he was forced to step back from the door as Poeiden launched his fist through the door. Michio's found himself intreged as his eyes traced over the black threads extending from the fist to the man who stood back, well out of arm's length of the door. 'Interesting.......inteeeeeeeresting' As he took a step back, dodging the shattered spliters of the door as Poseiden pulled one of the hunter nin through the door. As he took his step, his eyes followed black threads as the other man's arms reatched to his body. Without warning, Michio's eyes snapped wide open and he felt as if a flood gate had been opened in his head and he spoke in a quiet voice..."I feel a flashback coming on...." before his eyes went blank. Suddenly, he felt as if he was years back, he felt his own form lean up against the wall as he drifted off.

Michio stood in an office, filled with mouds and mouds of scrolls, the rather large office seemed to have a whole library worth of scrolls. Admist the moutounous pile of scrolls sat a desk made of old, yet strong wood. At the desk sat a man, his hair a closer to white than gray and his suit black. Michio peeked around the office to look at the man before looking down at his own clothes. He had to admit there were remarkable similarities.

"WHERE IS IT!?" Michio felt his body jump slightly as the man suddenly slammed his fist down on the wood of the desk. The man jerked into a standing position and Michio found himself confronted with a mirror. He stared at the very agrivated man for a second before coming to the conclusion that it was indeed his own face and body he was staring directly at. He was perhaps a bit more 'cleaned up' and his hair and face were definitely more neat and clean shaven, but it was definitely him.

In mirror movements, both Michio's turned their heads as there was a small and quiet whisper from the doorway "Hiroshi-Sama...here are the scrolls you asked for from the village archives" a woman of average height, with the body to rival one of the more bodacious women at the strip club, entered the room, pushing a cart overflowing with more scrolls. Michio grew a small smirk as his eyes traced over her form, "I bet we had fun with this one eh?", he said to himself, having deduced that he couldn't be seen or heard.

"Thank you Miya, just leave it there thank you." came the voice of the cleaner man- dubbed Hiroshi by this woman. "What that's it? Just thank you? No 'dangerously close to sexual harrassment' flirting? No sarcastic smirk? Not even a tempting glance?! You.....me.....whatever... either way that's just no fun." He was rather confused by this sudden onset moment of insanity in his head, but he took it in stride. Watching as Hiroshi worked his way through the maze of scrolls to the new cart as Michio followed, looking over his shoulder.

For several boring minutes, Hiroshi seemed to flip through scrolls, tossing one after another to the side as they did not seem to hold what he was looking for. During this time Michio was hanging upside down via the chandelier out of boredom. "Okaaaaaay I'd like to go back now!" He didnt see where this was going and was getting extremely bored. "HERE IT IS!" came a sudden exclamation from Hiroshi, causing Michio to lose his hold and fall, sending a pile of scrolls flying as he landed with a thud on the floor.

With a groan and a cringe, Michio stood and took a quick step over to where Hiroshi stood, reading the scroll over his shoulder. He noted a drawing of a man with several black threads coming from his body. And his eyes absorbed in any information as both he and his possible past self read. He felt his name settle on the name of the scroll "Kakuzu Autopsy Report-Jingou Threads". "Jingou Threads" he said allowed as the realization came upon him and he felt this world slip away.

Michio snapped back to here an now only to realize that only a few seconds had passed. This Poseidon...the man who possessed these threads of legends was singing something that escaped Michio's attention. The hunter ninja was tied to a pole and the other five were slowly advancing into the room. After taking a second to gain his bearings, Michio dashed into the semi-circle of hunter-nin, turning to face George and Poseiden as he did so. "Well gentlemen, it was nice knowing you, have fun and I leave you with these final words..."Chaos"." he said as he made one swift movement, knocking the hunter-nin back into the chaos of the outer strip club as a smirk grew on his face and his body exploded into a giant fireball, sending waves of heat and pressure around him. While his fellow Missing Ninja were protected in majority by the narrow doorway, those outside of that room would be unlucky as they would face injuries ranging from being knocked on conscious to severe burns.

As the noise of the explosion wore off, the door behind the the two missing shinobi burst open, allowing a murder of crows to enter. The swarm of birds gathered around the hunter nin, now named 'Bubbles' by Poseiden and began to merge together. After a few seconds it clearly morphed into the form of Michio, his hand tracing down her cheek as he examined her. "I think we should keep her..." he muttered as he stood up and turned his attention back to the two missing nin. "I do apologize gentlement...I do have a bit of a flair for the theatrics" he waved his hand to the charred doorway. "You wanted specifics yes? Well to this I say, what more specifics do you need? It is chaos my good men and within chaos there is both money.." he waved his hand towards George, "And power" he waved his hand towards Poseiden. "What more specifics are there than that? "





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Yuushu’s eyes did a quick glance over to the door. Habits do have a tendency of biting him in the back sometimes. Whenever he didn’t want to deal with a situation that could very well too much attention, he would rather make an exit. It was just easier, simple and not at all energy wasting. The first thought of him actually walking lightly backwards towards the door and just leave the rest of the killing to them was in his mind for just a moment. In that few seconds, he rather stay in his dirty motel looking up at the ceiling at the rust color spots on the wall and just tipping back a can of tomato juice was half expired. It was one of those nights where he could just chill to some soft jazz or something to make him feel smooth.

That thought left him when he turned his head around back to the door where it had-for the lack of the better word for Yuushu-wide open. There was a small advancement of hunter ninja gathering into the room. “Sick!” he yelled out. “Now this is called a fucking party!” His hands had pushed back his coat letting it swing up high into the air. In that small amount of time he had reached behind his back and pulled out two kunai, one in each hand, and spun them rapidly in-between the open holes of the kunais. The coat rested back onto his legs and Yuushu got into position where he was ready to strike. It came to a erupting halt when he heard the most hellish of sounds in his ear.

Poseidon, or whoever his name was, had begun singing in the midst of all of the fashioned chaos. His throat had been split, manipulated by those threads-were those Jingou threads?-that he was swinging from not two minutes ago. He was able to reach octaves that were physically impossible for a normal human male. Yuushu could hear it all over in his head, ringing up and down through his cerebrum like a ball bouncing off walls. Even with his ears covered, he could still hear the sounds of the demonic singing from this bastard of a person. He had his eyes shut at first but he slowly began opening up his eyes. It felt like someone was pinning needles in his eyelids the more he opened them. As much as he wanted to fully open them, he only have them part way seeing a mixture of things.

He didn’t recognize the woman that was off on the side of Poseidon. He could see she wasn’t exactly dancing the shuffle with his singing. She was in the most agony being that close to him. His eyes shot towards the door where there was that group of hunter ninja. They were also experiencing this menace of noise which made them stagger.

Poseidon stopped singing. Everything had seem to halt like a aftermath of a storm. Yuushu could hear a soft ring in his ear and it caused the inner ear to be incredibly itchy. He dig his fingers into both ears scratching at it then drew it out. He saw tiny specs of blood on each finger. “Fuck man. Warn a guy next-“the hunter nin group had stepped into the room creating a semi circle amongst the three of them. But they were obviously disoriented; they had very little balance as they tried to hold their ground, some moving with the somber drunkenness of a major depressant. Yuushu wasn’t experiencing the vertigo which made it an opportune time to make some flashy moves and get some stabbing it. The swiftness of Michio moving towards the group stopped what Yuushu was about to do.

Michio had turned briefly, his bandages holding away at his appearance but that sure enough monkey-like grin couldn’t be held by those bandages "Well gentlemen, it was nice knowing you, have fun and I leave you with these final words..."Chaos”."

His body moved with surprising speed. He roundhouse kick one of the Hunter Nin out into the center of the blazed front room. Yuushu hadn’t realized how fast the fire was spreading. What also came as a shock was how fast Michio’s body had exploded. Yuushu stood his ground without second thought. The explosion was far away from them but Yuushu had that momentary well-fuck-me-sideways which, back in his day as a younger man, would had made him leaned his head back and say without much hesitation “What in the hell-“.

But the technique was familiar. Too familiar to Yuushu. It wasn’t a bunshin technique; those types of jutsus were only meant for distraction. This one in particular was a technique only taught to ANBU and ROOT shinobi in Konoha. The familiarity was almost unreal. He didn’t think any other village had the technique. It was impossible to say that he was from Kumogakure or Kirigakure seeing that technique now. His suspicion about who this person really is gave him a slight dawning expression.

There was a swarm of crows that began to spiral around in a cyclone close to the female who was standing next to Poseidon or whoever the hell he was. The speed of the crows flying increased and coming out of the feathery darkness was Michio. His hand stroked the woman with a gentleness a lover could only give. His lips and green eyes smiled "I think we should keep her..." he murmured. It was almost hard for Yuushu to hear but he got patches of it. Michio turned to the both of them "I do apologize gentlemen...I do have a bit of a flair for the theatrics" his hand guides back to the doorway where the flames was starting to increase in size and intensity. “You wanted specifics yes? Well to this I say; what more specifics do you need? It is chaos my good men and within chaos there is both money." he waved his hand towards Yuushu, "And power" he waved his hand towards Poseiden. "What more specifics are there than that?"

Money and Power. Where had Yuushu heard that before? He’s heard it plenty of times from clients who were dealing with more of a political stance that could affect them rather than Yuushu but this man, this Michio character had not want to hire Yuushu. Not in the slightest. “I know chaos. Me and her go way back. However, chaos has a tendency of losing itself ya know? Kinda like that fire you just caused. Small at first but expands once more things are added It needs some sort of-“he outlines a rectangle with his fingers drawing out paper “Rough draft. Gotta fine some lighter fluid”

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