//Sannin//

[AeRaShin]

Haru waited anxiously at the village gates. Her black hair was pulled back into a messy bun and she cold black hues were set dead on the path leading out of the village. It must have been because of her early start, but she wanted to just close her eyes and sleep. Of course, she wouldn't dare complain of her exhaustion. It would shame the Itsuki name. Haru breathed out slowly and watched the small puffs of her breath rise into the air. She was still a kid inside, mind you.

"Hurry up you guys!" she muttered. Her whole frame seemed to shiver. The winter winds were only just starting to blow into the confines of Konohagakure, and Haru had not known that until that very moment. She had woken up quite early to get in some training, and because of that, she had worked up quite a sweat. Her slightly revealing black clothing was not very helpful. However, she had received them as a gift from her family, so she always wore them. Her fair skin seemed to be paler than the norm, and she cursed the season changes.

Finally, after what seemed to be forever, Katsu walked along the path leading out of the village. He was reading a slightly perverted book, but he seemed tired and bored with it. Then again, it was hard for Haru to tell, since Katsu was always sort of lazy. He put the book away when he was a few strides from the Itsuki girl.

"Good morning, Haru. I see you've been overworking yourself again." He teased. Katsu was sort of sarcastic, but of course Haru could only tease him back.

"No, I haven't. But good morning anyway, Ka-sensei." Her voice was arrogant and was dripping with sarcasm. How she loved to conjure up nicknames for those around her. Again, her inner child spoke to her in twisted ways.

[Govannon]

Saburo was surrounded by mediocrity. The family home was standard for Konoha, neither large nor small, not in the slums or one the prestigious neighbourhoods. Average. God how Saburo hated average, and it didn't seem as though it was going to stop any time soon. Regardless, he had somewhere that he needed to be, and neither mind numbing monotony or skin numbing winds would sway him from his destination.

He wore the same style of clothes that he always did; slightly too large, almost baggy shirt and only slightly large pants, all in shades of dark grey and black. The most important feature of the entire thing was the pockets, everything he wore was almost covered in large pockets. Big pockets, small pockets, pockets on top of other pockets. Saburo was fairly sure he was about a half step away from looking like he was wearing a clothier's acid trip, if he wasn't there already. Few of the pockets actually contained anything, but each of them increased the amount of shadow he had at his disposal, something that Saburo had found useful in the past.

He neared the gate and saw that both Itsuki and Takahashi-Sensei had already arrived ahead of him. Oh well, he was still on time, he had nothing to apologize for. "Hey. So what are we doing today?"

<OOC> Umm, just wondering what stage is this group at? (first non-d mission, first meeting, just another mission ect... </OOC>

[AeRaShin]

[Sorry for not saying so earlier. It's not their first time meeting, but their first non-C mission. I've decided to make their team a bit more advanced because Jaso is a chuunin, and with Saburo's and Haru's personalities, they wouldn't have liked lowly D-rank missions anyway.]

Haru perked her head up as she heard a familiar voice. Saburo was just arriving, and Haru smiled lightly and waved. She was a bit relieved she didn't have to verbally abuse her sensei so early in the morning. She laughed mentally at her thoughts. She crossed her arms and leaned on the closest gate. The overwhelming doors to her village were starting to get worn and weathered. Perhaps the Hokage would have them repaired.

"Good morning, Sabu-chan!" she said cheerfully. Haru wasn't really one to be happy-skippy all the time, but she never tried to be rude. Mornings were her favorite time of day anyway. Katsu smiled as well, seeing as his game with Haru had been put on hold.

"We're doing an escort mission for a noble's son. We'll pick him up at Iwagakure's border and escort him to a rendezvous point in Kawa no Kuni (http://www.leafninja.com/country.php). We shouldn't have too many problems. They're just frightened by the conflict with Kumogakure." Katsu announced. He hadn't really explained in depth to his students about the mission earlier, so it was fine. It was just that he couldn't stand saying things so formally and monotonous; he couldn't help but speak that way when explaining things, though.

---

Kyousuke was sleeping. He was sleeping quite peacefully and dreaming of absolutely nothing important. It was only about him eating a lot of meat, and it seemed to make him drool out the side of his mouth. And it only added effect to his already round baby-face. He was woken up but what seemed to be quite a debate. Other Akatsuki members were discussing something quite irrelevant to their cause, so Kyousuke ignored them.

Sleepily, he pulled his shirt off and dressed himself in fancy robes he had stolen previously. He needed them for a mission. He proceeded to dress himself in nobles' clothing and finally cut his hair to match. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he looked like a fine noble. He had been payed by Kumogakure to take out Konoha ninjas in any way possible. Really, he could have invaded their village and just killed them all at once, but the leader had decided against it. He pouted, remembering the event once more.

"Aah!" he groaned. "I don't want to go by myself! It's boring!" The teen eyed his large sword. He wasn't allowed to bring it with him because no weak noble boy would have such a large sword such as his. Leader had also decided against that as well. And although he was quite confident in his skills without his sword, his sword was like a friend to him. He was going to be bored.

[Cheshire]

Mana leaped down from a nearby roof-top, landing on her feet and standing with and smiling, waving before introducing herself.

"Hey, dunno if all of you know me, but I'm Mana, I've been running a lot of solo missions lately, but it seems they're all dried up, and there's no team capable of taking me at the moment, so they said I could tag along with you guys on your mission."

This group didn't look too bad, she was worried she was going to get stuck with some of the village idiots, the kinda shinobi who just barely made it to genin... but, these ones didn't look that bad, or so she hoped. Well... look probably was a bad choice of word, more like... they didn't sound too bad.

"If we haven't met, you might have heard of me, I'm a chunin, and I've had my share of missions, some of the jounin apparently dubbed me Otoriko no Kiri. I do like dancing, so I suppose I can't complain, though I admit, I sometimes fear people will hear the name and assume I'm a Kirigakure kunoichi or something..." she giggled a bit and smiled again, "I assure you, however, I'm from Konoha, born and raised! ... well, now that that's out of the way, care to return the sentiment?"

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Yuge walked the streets of Amegakure, he didn't have any mission to be on at the moment, so he was just looking for a place to relax. He wasn't wearing his usual mantle, instead opting for simple clothes, blending a little into the Amegakure city life... though anyone who gave him a hard look would no doubt notice he was a common city-person. He eventually found a quiet looking yakitori shop in one of the narrow side-streets, and quietly found himself a seat. He ordered his food and just relaxed... his mind drifted for a moment to a memory of himself and Kiyomi sitting at a yakitori stand back in Kirigakure, eating and being happy... a lifetime ago... but that thought, as powerful as it was, only lasted a moment, before he cleared his mind again. He couldn't allow himself to be dragged down by the past, he needed to focus on the present and the future or the past was meaningless.

As his food was handed to him, he simply nodded gratefully and accepted it, eating it as quietly as he had been sitting. He wondered for a moment about what his next mission would bring, and how much closer it might bring him to accomplishing his goals. It had been a long time since he left Kimigakure, and he thought things might finally be picking up... he could only hope. Hope, and do whatever asked of him, so long as his goals and the goals of Akatsuki remained the same. With that thought, he decided to stop contemplating things, and just relax... it was nice to have a break, a time to not be worrying and wondering, and just... relax... if he was right, he may not have too many more of those.

[Volkov]

Kei had been formerly attempting to tail Yuge by rooftop for a few minutes before he set foot within range of one of the narrower side streets. Wearing her common clothes since such as the event of her brainless wanderings went, didn’t call for her cloak at the moment. As he went about his business at the Yakitori shop she dropped into a nearby alleyway back the way she came and around the corner away from Yuge’s general direction and headed towards an open aired skin inking specialist’s shop far down the way. Elderly gentlemen greeted her with much familiarity. She simply raised a hand in a greeting sign she gave him a card with a character letter on it. And pointed to the top back of her head where above a ball capped small metal cylinder was lodged into one side of her head. She indicated she wished to have the tattoo of the character letter she brought below it. “Red ink...” she spoke in a dreary, sleepy…or perhaps monotone voice. Her face even without many wrinkles, showing no indication of happiness or sadness. An even balance. But even in her face she looked bored or tired. The old man nodded getting his tools prepared as she set down the agreed amount of coin for his work.

The elderly inker didn’t seem too enthusiastic about the status of the back of Kei’s head. But he needed the customers so once Kei was settled in a seat near his tattooing equipment. After shaving a portion of the back of her head he laid in the pattern and then began to ink once Kei was alright with it. As the old man went on he made light conversation due to the process taking a bit longer than usual. Kei simply just replied without hesitation or thought to the words she spoke.

“It has only been a couple of months since the last one….
it healed quickly I assume?”

“Yes.”

“Another one you had forgotten?”

“Yes.”

“My…. I sincerely dread for the younger generation if they can’t even keep their heads on straight. Hoho….”

As the ink was being pricked into the deepest layers of her skin it was severely testing her nerve system to the point where her face gave way to tears sliding down her face…yet still the bored sleepy balance of emotion unchanged to the irritation of pain. Deeply this was annoying her. But it was a mix of having a tattoo artist go over the bumps of her scars and her skull that was screwing up her ability to hold back the “salty demons”- as her caretaker once called them- from her eyes. As the tattooing went on Kei wasn’t thinking of much at all. Perhaps about sleep. Or how little of it would occur in the coming days depending what would happen….but that wasn’t part of the balance. What happened would happen. And right now the best thing she could hope for was not to get a migraine.

[Govannon]

"Morning Itsuki-san." Not good morning though. Haru had always been slightly too much of an early bird for Saburo's liking; he had always been more like a night person himself. Night, twilight and fog, three great times. Shadows everywhere, it made things easy. But for now, the winter sun just cut through him like a knife. He really needed to find a way to get his hands on some of those Aburame sunglasses one of these days.

It wasn't long after that that the mission was explained. Escorting a noble? it didn't really sound all that difficult, or entertaining for that matter, but still, a job was a job. They didn't need to like it, they just had to do it. All Saburo could do was hope that the kid wasn't as irritatingly pompous as some of the other nobles he had encountered.

"Hey, dunno if all of you know me, but I'm Mana..." Oh lord, here was another one. It was all Saburo could do to keep up with one early-bird, much less two, and Mana seemed even worse than Haru was. "well, now that that's out of the way, care to return the sentiment?"

Saburo was at a loss as to what to say, he couldn't accept or reject her in regards to the team, that was Katsu's job, so instead he chose to say simply "Nara Saburo, shadow user, you're far too ... perky for this time. Honestly, don't either of you need to sleep?" No, probably not. "It's way too bright out here."

[Cheshire]

Mana laughed, "Yes, well, I'm trying to be cheery now, since you haven't had the chance to piss me off yet, if you want, we can move straight to the stage of our relationship where I hit you" she said, with a bright and cheery smile. She then looked at Katsu... a bit of a formality, really, being blind and all, but she learned through experience that people tend to appreciate, in some subconscious manner, little things like turning to face then as you speak.

"So, if I heard you guys right, it's an escort job. It doesn't sound too dangerous, so I doubt you'll really need the extra help, but if it wouldn't be too much trouble, anything is better than being cooped up here with no jobs." she sighed a bit, before smiling again, "Besides, I can promise you I'm good company."

[AeRaShin]

Haru smiled at her teammate, knowing of his distaste for the mornings. Oh, how it pleased Haru to get some enjoyment at her team's discomfort sometimes. She smiled brightly, and it made her look affully childish for one so serious about rising in the ranks. She had felt the chakra of another person, who she didn't know, so she wasn't very surprised to see someone start ntroducing herself. Haru usually wasn't one to like people she didn't know very well, and this hadn't changed. People were quick to judge others, and Haru didn't want someone who she barely knew to ruin her good start.

"I'm Itsuki Haru. And I was not born or raised in Konohagkure," she stated with an arrogant smirk. Despite her not being originally from the village and having earned a lot of discouraging compliments because of it, Haru was quite proud of being born or raised there. Perhaps it's because it makes her unique and the center of attention. Popularity comes with being number one. She laughed when Mana served Saburo his, and she offered to tag along for their mission. Her tone became less arrogant, though not losing any power. "Well, I think today has started out good, wouldn't you say Sabu-chan?"

Katsu had known about Mana. He's heard of her from other jounins and rumors. He also knew about her disability, but he appreciated her turning to face him when she spoke to him. "I'm Takahashi Katsu, leader of this squad. If you haven't got any missions, then I suppose you can tag along with us. I'm sure if your team really needs to be sent out, they can either find you or find a replacement for the time being. So, welcome to team one, Mana-chan!"

Haru stuck out her lower lip to pout. "Jaso's sure takin' his time. Wonder if he died in his sleep?" She began to impatiently tap her foot. She hated to put off tasks that needed to be done; she'd rather get the job done fast. Being late wasn't something that particularly pleased Haru. In fact, she was about to start to go look for him, and maybe they would meet half way. Katsu shook his head in disapprovement.

"We got here earlier than the agreed time. And you know that Jaso knows that we've done so. This happens everytime we have a mission, so just be patient."

[Govannon]

Jaso was late, something that he was sure neither his teammates nor his instructor would let him hear the end of. Generally speaking, he would have been ready for this mission the night before but, well, fate just seemed to get in the way. Something, he still wasn't sure what, had knocked out the power in his building. Not to be deterred, he had lit candles,, and continued working by their light, only to be disrupted a few minutes later when a gust of wind blew all of them, not only out, but off of their holders entirely. When he opened his windows to get some moonlight the skies promptly clouded over. He had considered trying other measures, but at that point he was honestly becoming rather nervous about what would happen should he decide to take such a course of action. Instead, he decided that he would simply pack in the morning, ignoring the crucial fact that his alarm clock was dependant upon the electricity that had caused the problem in the first place.

As he sprinted toward the gates of Konoha, Jaso briefly considered telling the other members of the team about his unlucky night but elected not to, if only because of Saburo. As a teammate, Jaso had nothing but respect for Saburo, but it was possible to take devotion to your craft too far. As much as his sister had trained him during their travel here, he had never come to understand, and obsess over, water like Saburo did shadow, and his story about how his apartment seemed to want to stay dark would only make that worse. He for one, didn't want to be hearing about the mysterious powers of shadows for the entire trip...

Hell, Jaso still wasn't entirely sure that Saburo hadn't pulled the entire thing himself.

As he approached the front gate, he noticed that his team was talking with another ninja that he had never seen before. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation, and hoping to save a little bit of face, Jaso elected to slip into the group quietly. He had thought he had gotten away with it as well, right up until Saburo had spoken up in a way that was eerily similar to the Nara drawl of old. "So he finally shows... Get we get this thing started now? Please?"

[AeRaShin]

"Well, it's about time," Haru teased. She was going to loose feeling in her legs if she had to stand still any longer. "Let's get this show on the road before all my blood drains to my toes." Haru always liked missions, but for some weird reason, she didn't want to go on this one. It might have been because of her dislike for nobles, who throw their money around, or it could have been because of her earlier training which had gotten her so worked up. Usually, escorting jobs weren't all that exciting unless the person was a wanted man. But that was hardly the case.

Katsu smiled when his team finally assembled. Not that they were in any rush, but he didn't want to hear a noble chew his head off. "Shall we?" he said. He started leading the way for his team. With the war about to start, he decided it would be best to be extra cautious, otherwise he would let someone else lead while he enjoyed the scenery. Haru noticed this, but she refrained from saying anything. She knew what was going on with the outside world, seeing as she didn't even live within Konohagakure walls, so she knew Katsu had every reason to be leading. After all, he thought of his teams as his own children.

---

Kyousuke finished preparing himself and sighed heavily. He was nothing more than a child on the inside, and he wanted some more excitement in his mission. He even heard that a group of brats were the ones that took the damn mission. Not that he was much older than them, but in his eyes, children weren't much of a threat. Of course, unless they were super awesome like himself. His thoughts quickly changed topics to praising himself, and he didn't notice that he was running out of time. He sadly left his thoughts of praise behind and looked around for his partner.

Masaru, Kyousuke's partner and the Akatsuki leader, had restarted the Akatsuki with him. Kyousuke had respected him, but in an unconscious, child-like way. Although, Kyousuke knew that no other member could put up with him besides Masaru. So he didn't hold back his random outbursts around him.

"Masa-chi!" he called in search for his partner. "Do I really have to go by myself?" He couldn't see Masaru, but he knew he was still at the base, so Kyou figured he'd be heard.

[Stilted]

Masaru didn’t get to sleep; he hadn’t in a while. He was too exited, too invigorated by his plans coming along nicely to even try. The physical strains were blatant: he looked like hell. Well, more so like hell than usual. However, this was contrast by sheer energy. Some could swear that he had a spring in his step.

As more of the less nocturnal or insomnia ridden members finally got their heads straight, he had gotten straight to buissness. Kyousuke, functioning the way he did, was excluded. Things were standard rousing speech and overview affair, though he decided it was time for a Yuge and kei could be left to their own devices for the time being. Warrior or not, the Oni Chief was still a manager.

Eventually, however, Kyousuke woke up, and once that happened, he needed to be watched constantly. The Speed Demon was always a priority- being the hardest to control, bit in Masaru’s the opinion the most rewarding.

Kyousuke’s mission from the cloud village was to eliminate the threat of the leaf. It was absurdly vague, though it would soon be quite realistic. Unfortunately, the Akatsuki’s demon army wasn’t up to the task; a full scale invasion on a minor village such as the Grass, Rain or Waterfall was reasonable, but not one of the five shadow. Until then, any excuse to attack one of those villages, especially Konoha, the original, was still peachy. His intended fall of that particular village was to be more lethargic than the others anyway.

It was foolish to think that that Kyousuke wouldn’t eventually whine about the limitations set for him. Masaru buried his face in his palm, though this could be considered a feat when one acknowledges that the giant was lying on his belly - while hanging upside down from the ceiling like a roach. He began to smile when his partner caught to his hiding- elementary or not. This continued with his firm footed landing besides Kyouskue. Thud!

There were a number of reasons he wanted Kyousuke to eliminate the squad on his own, even though that particular ambush wasn’t vital in the grand scheme. For one he had seen to many hastily done transformation jutsu in his experience: he preferred the old fashion method, which was difficult due to his stature, which in turn often lead to suspicion. Could he just use the jutsu anyway? Yes, but still…

“Only if promise you leave the corpse of the strongest intact; I need more dolls.” He ejecuated, spit flying. Admittedly, the demands was probably too much to ask, so he tried to get spark his interest. He continued after pulling a small scroll, covered with ancient writing, out of his cloak. “Either way, you don’t have to do it alone. Would you like to finally play with some of our new toys?”

[AeRaShin]

Kyousuke smiled childishly up at Masaru. He leaped playfully and hugged his partner, still trying to stretch his limitations. And just when he thought Masaru would send someone with him, he gave him even more limits. That was no good. How was he supposed to eliminate the bad players (Konoha shinobi) without dealing heavy damage to the corpse. That job was for people who weren't game players. Still, he understood that Masaru needed corpses to be intact to use them.

He groaned disapprovingly, but stopped to listen when Masaru's words caught his attention. Toys. That's all he had heard, and that was good enough for him. His eyes widened, and they actually seemed to sparkle. If you didn't know any better, you might have thought you saw pink flowers circulating around him like an aura. It made you wonder if he really was nineteen.

"Yes!" He didn't hesitate to answer. Of course he had seen Masaru's power, but the thrill of seeing a new plaything fascinated him to no end.

[Stilted]

Kyousuke’s affection had a habit of taking Masaru down memory lane. The butterflies he felt around his old sensei. The behaviours unbefitting a business relationship. Sure the roles were somewhat reversed and perverse, but that didn’t stop Masaru from accepting the affection and holding his partner. It is rumored that one Akatsuki member spied evidence of the match made in hell and vomited.

Fortunately for Masaru, his words almost hit a land mine: keyword almost. Kyousuke made an infamous groan. From Masaru’s experience with Kyousuke, that groan was a harbinger of death and pestilence. It is also rumored the same Akatsuki member who spied the last display of affection tried to give thing a second try only to view the consequences of the avoided catastrophe; he locked himself in the water closet for the next hour.

So, Masaru had his partner in the plan of his now; Kyousuke’s behavior was ideal for controlling the beast. Things were set for the test, and a first hand evaluation would be better than what he could with his jutsu. “We each already have a contract, so we just summon the toys.” He said cheerily, though still with thunder and saliva. “That sealing jutsu I taught you is for punishing them if they break the rules. So if you’re all set, we can go.” The scroll was just in case the Speed Demon forgot the jutsu, and since it hadn’t concerned obliteration, that was probable

Meanwhile, in Leaf, a ninja by the name of Masahiro was having less success with his plans. He had been body flicking himself from the rooftops and visiting residents for over an hour and still couldn’t locate a single member of his newly acquired squad. “Where the hell are those brats?!” He yelled in mid flight, face red with intolerance of his situation.

Masahiro was given a promising second chance with his squad’s first assigned mission: B rank. A settlement near Iwagakure's border was becoming festered with mercenaries again, like it did when Masaru defected from his nation. The current residents claimed to be descendants of fallen Dragon Fly Village, though from what intel on them could be gathered, their current strength would have their predecessors rolling in their graves. It was fishy, so further investigation was needed.

Then came an epiphany: the bureaucracy was cluttered, information failing to get around fast enough, what would he have done in the situation? Hitch a ride. This rare moment of empathy happened to be spot on when he headed for the gate in hopes to catch one of his subordinates. There was a group of five at the gate.

Masahiro came in for a landing, still steamed to the point where his head then resembled a radish. In the fall he began to get a better look at the group. One matched the description of Saburo Nara whom he had in vain tried to transfer to his squad. This meant that the squad was Katsu Takahashi’s. The excess was also recognizable. Slender. Red hair. Late teens. Awkward headband placement. There was a chunnin who that description fit…

The landing was dramatic to jounin’s liking. Not subtlety or grace, but large cloud of dust and unturned earth were the collateral damage. As soon as the sound died, he pointed in the kunochi’s direction, despite knowing her abilities and disabilities alike. He announced “The Dancer of the Mist has been assigned to squad four under the great Masahiro Akimichi!”

[AeRaShin]

Kyousuke's grin was so extremely wide, he thought to stop and compose himself before his lips split at the corners. However, being composed meant stop acting like a fool and talk the other's ear off. Poor Masaru. Kyou knew his partner's tolerance for the childish Akatsuki would only last so long. Then again, he figured that he might as well use up that time while he can. And so commences the babbling:

"Will they last as long as I want them to? That would be troublesome if they suddenly poof into thin air!" He used his hand and arms to gesture and emphasis "poof" unnecessarily. "Do they talk? You think they'd be able to understand me? That would be great if they could! We could talk so I wouldn't get bored waiting for the enemy." He continued on, but somewhere in the middle, he forgot exactly what he was actually speaking about.

Kyousuke stopped his babbling in time to hear Masaru talk about the sealing jutsu, which Kyousuke had completely forgotten. But he felt it was okay not to tell Masaru that tiny detail. Besides, his patience was running low, and at last, the mission had caught his attention. It looked to him as if his game was only just getting into the main sequence. And of course, the world is an ugly place with people who break rules. So there's always a need for someone to eliminate those bad people. Kyousuke felt the corners of his lips rise, an soon he was grinning like a maniacal fool again.

---

Haru could hear someone coming, as did Katsu. They turned simultaneously to see someone very familiar. Haru had recognized him because he had tried so hard to get Saburo on his team. She facial expression twisted into an arrogant grin, and she chuckled a bit. Katsu, on the other hand, sighed. Quite heavily, too.

Katsu didn't find Masahiro a bad person. However, their personalities conflicted with each other. The lazy Katsu looked to see Masahiro with his tired eyes. Really, he wasn't tired; just mentioning someone who was quite as energetic as Masahiro, well, let's just say Katsu feels like falling over and dying from exhaustion. He turned to Mana, a bit apologetically, and sighed.

"It seems the Hokage had different plans for you. Though I'm sure you'll get plenty of excitement in squad four. Right, Masahiro?"

[Volkov]

Location: Amegakure Streets

Kei hung her head for a moment after the tattooing was done and the old man leaned back to admire the ink, the character letter tattoo wasn’t perfect for the amount of scarring and the holes in the back of her head, but it was enough that Kei was content with it. He laid the temporary bandage in and Kei dropped twice the amount that the tattoo itself cost, and went to the doorway with a simple monotonous toned

“I will be back after the next full moon.”

The old man bowed his head with a light grunt and a hearty wave “Have a good day now.”

As Kei exited looking around towards the area she last saw Yuge heading towards, she thought about checking up on her partner herself for a mere second then decided against it, vaguely remembering the last time she escorted him to the Yakitori stand, he became unnecessarily lost in thought and sort of glassy eyed and nearly tripped down a small staircase, blaming it on the sun being in his eyes when it was night-time. Of course she had spiked his drink earlier that night with strong alcohol to see if she COULD get away with it, though she determined he had just gone with the flow, humored her and more than likely noticed his tea tasted like if a donkey punched him in the mouth. The subject of her tampering with his drink never came up since then so she assumed he either never remembered it or its water under the bridge.

Though another second told her a different tale of a light migraine that got worse by the minute was taking root in the middle of her head. She strode into an alleyway while one of her eyes twitched irritatingly as she gripped a steady brick on a store wall and climbed up onto a nearby rooftop. Making careful movements to the top of the Yakitori shop Yuge was at, checking for a bit to see if he was still there, though she wouldn’t disrupt her Partner’s relaxation time as sort of a unspoken bond between them since the drink spikeing incident, he doesn’t interrupt her meditation unless it’s important and she doesn’t interrupt his relaxation time unless it’s vaguely important, which sparked an idea in her head. She sat down in a meditative sitting position leaning her back against the hip high rounding ledge of the top of the building and placed her pinky fingers and her index fingers from opposing hands together; closing both her eyes she began to loll her head downwards beginning to try and control the pain the healing tattoo dealt to ensue the migraine she had with mind over matter.

The last thing she needed was one little slip up to lose control, not after she worked to be where she was. Every aspect had to be in line, or else the consequences would be more than enough to destroy her worth to the organization. And more than enough to need her extra dead if something they could use turned against them without a way to regain control of it.