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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
A solitary shadow silently skittered through the soggy showers of Ame no Kuni. The rogue was injured. A result of yet another failed attempt to stir the village. He had killed the hounds following him, but still needed to retreat in case they sent reinforcements. Once he was a good distance away from the fallen, the man took careful note of his surroundings. He would need to return here later.
Xero crept off to the side of the path, removing his robe and mask. This caused the kunai buried in his side to fall out, coating the ground in his blood. The deep injury wasn't something he would be able to take care of on his own. He hid his belongings in the nearby brush and stumbled back toward the path. Without them, he was just a man. A man in need of help.
The rogue performed a minor henge, changing his hair color to blonde, and eye color to green. He also made himself appear slightly shorter. The transformation would ensure no one would recognize him. Even if they only recognized the man in the mask, there may be some who could piece together his identity from other things. Ready to con the shinobi into helping their enemy, the man put pressure on the wound with his hand and began making the painful walk back toward the village gates.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Seiya felt a little homebound recently. Her and Kazuna-chan's sensei had been sick for a long time, meaning no missions. Sure she'd enjoyed spending the time with Kaede, but she didn't want to sit idly. She wanted to keep training. She wasn't going to be protecting anyone in her current state.
The rain pattered on the pink webbing of her parasol. She didn't have her kunai holster with her, merely one stray one tucked into her side bag along with her sketchbook. It had been a few weeks since Kaede had been attacked, whoever had done it wouldn't be around anymore.
As she left the gates, emerald eyes noticed a staggering figure approaching the village. A blonde, unfamiliar. He was completely soaked through, and part of her wanted to avoid him entirely, but as she looked closer, she could tell he was injured by the way he held his side. Well, damn. She'd feel bad if she just ignored the fellow. She was trying to be better around males. After all, she'd opened up to Kaede and he'd become one of the closest people to her. So not all men were horrible.
Picking up her pace, Seiya trotted towards the injured man, raising the parasol so that he was sheltered underneath it. From this close, she could see blood seeping from the wound, pink rivulets from the rain flowing from around his fingers. Oh, that looked really bad. Worry etched into her face, and she looked from him to the village gates. She needed to help him, but she didn't know how.
As he neared the village the man noticed a figure approaching him. This was good, she didn't have the appearance of a gate guard and entering would be a lot easier with someone to vouch for him. He kept moving forward, making slow and difficult progress toward his goal.
When her umbrella came over his hunched figure and stopped the rain from hitting him, he realized how cold he was. The rain was freezing cold this time of year, and the blood loss didn't help any in that regard. "Thank you..." He said, gritting his teeth, "What's your name?"
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Seiya could hear the man's teeth chatter when he spoke. He was soaked through and cold. The fact she'd thought to avoid him made her feel bad. The hand that wasn't pressed into the wound she took, noticing the chill in his skin. Shifting her parasol so she could hold the handle between her shoulder and her jaw, she drew her warm fingers across the stranger's palm, spelling out her name for him.
"S E I Y A."
Releasing his hand, she took her parasol into her hand properly and moved to his other side to take the man's free arm and pull it over her shoulder in front of the parasol. He was a good amount taller than she was, but even if she couldn't support him upward, he could still lean on her. That way if he stumbled or something Seiya could catch him.
Xero gave the girl a questioning look when she grabbed his hand. His gaze intensified as she began tracing her finger along his palm. It wasn't until she was nearly finished that he realized she was spelling. "ya... s...e...i..ya..." He muttered quietly, remembering the sensations. "Seiya? Well then... it's nice to meet you... Seiya-chan, even if the circumstance... is troublesome..." The man grunted with every slow step while he was speaking.
It was a good thing she was there to support him. The blood loss was starting to make him feel weak. He focused on keeping up his disguise, he didn't need any of the awkward questions that would follow if it dissipated. There were a few times he would have fell on their way to the gates had she not been there.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
"Seiya? Well then... it's nice to meet you... Seiya-chan, even if the circumstance... is troublesome..."
The genin shook her head. It wasn't troublesome, though she couldn't remember the last time the trip to the village gates had been so arduous. He'd nearly stumbled many times, and there was a lot of concern from the guards when they approached the gate. Seiya wished that Jin or Kaede had been here to help, but Jin was with his teammates and Kaede had gone on a trip to Iwagakure. She had no one else that she trusted enough to be alone with. She highly doubted this bleeding, injured man was going to be a danger to her, what with the fact he couldn't even stay on his feet.
With the help of one of the chuunin guards, Seiya got the man to the closest clinic to get his wound looked at. Thanking the chuunin with a nod, the girl went into the clinic alone with the blonde.
It wasn't too long before Xero was admitted to urgent care. The cut itself was relatively minor, but the amount of blood he had lost on the way made it necessary. This was where he needed to be the most careful. Any slight lapse in his concentration could end his henge and that would be difficult to explain. The chances of him escaping again with injuries weren't that great, especially since he had left all his gear behind.
As the medic assigned to him started working, Xero went into meditation mode. He focused on keeping his breathing even and keeping his guise intact. It took an acute awareness to maintain the transformation through the varied procedure used to treat his wounds. Xero was sure he wavered at least a few times during the treatment, however the medic had been too focused on healing him to notice the changes.
After what felt like an eternity he was finally finished. The wound was closed and his torso was bandaged over. All he needed now was to rest. Yeah right, like he was going to stay and keep up his henge. As it was, his eyes were a slight tint lighter, his hair a bit darker, and he managed to become half an inch shorter. He would have plenty of time to rest after he got out of the country. He was done with Ame no Kuni, it didn't seem like his efforts would bear fruit here any time soon.
Not long after the medic finished, the girl was let into the room where he was laying down. "Hello again, Seiya-chan," He greeted her with a gentle smile. "You saved me, you know." Not that he felt indebted to her, buttering her up now might get him a meal in the future. He would need it to start getting his blood count back up.
Before their conversation could continue another man entered the room. He was here to get details on the injury, considering the rogue in the area. Xero had been expecting this and already had his answer prepared. His delivery was a fearful recollection of a masked man assaulting him and taking his stuff before leaving him for dead. The story had its holes, but so did every story. He was thanked for his time, and told he was lucky to have escaped alive. Then the man left them alone, leading Xero to believe he had already asked the girl what she knew, which wouldn't be much anyway.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Seiya shook her head. There were no others. Her perceptive field had told her that. The man had been alone.
"We didn't find any identification. Did he tell you his name, or anything about how he received his injury?"
Again, the teen shook her tea-colored head. He'd told her nothing.
"He only asked my name."
The genin tapped her pencil against the paper pad, wondering when the game of twenty questions would be over. The man who asked her questions gave a thoughtful hum.
"Thanks for your help, Kurosaki-san. We'll inform you when you can see him."
The girl in pink nodded, putting away the sketchpad. She should at least stay and make sure the man was okay. It was a long time of waiting—and kicking her short legs back and forth over the tile under her chair—before the medic finally came out and told her she could enter.
"Hello again, Seiya-chan." A small hand raised in greeting. "You saved me, you know."
A soft smile graced the girl's lips. If she could get over her fear, perhaps she would like to interact with people more often. She knew that most men weren't monsters, logically, but sme scars ran deeper than could be healed. Seiya reached to her pad to pull out her sketchbook but was interrupted by another man entering.
Sanosuke... Sano-san. That was this man's name. He'd gotten stabbed while being assaulted by a masked man... That thought alarmed her. When Kaede was attacked, the only information she was ever able to get out of ani was “a man in a mask” that did it. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? That was weeks ago. She felt a little cold and helpless, and felt for this man in the bed. She hated that feeling of helplessness. She needed to be stronger than that.
When she was finally alone with Sano-san, she withdrew her sketchbook, finding a clean area of a page to write, one that was filled with conversations about takoyaki with the baker. Perhaps she could pick up some later.
The man laid back, enjoying the softness of the bed. It and the warm dry room were an uncommon luxury during his stay in Ame no Kuni. He let out a relaxed sigh before glancing over to the girl. She finished her writing a second later and turned the note to him. He let out a soft chuckle, "I'll be fine, I just need to take it easy for a while."
Xero took a moment to relax and think about his next moves. Maybe he would go north into Tsuchi no Kuni. The area would be much drier than here, and wouldn't be nearly as hot as Kaze no Kuni. For the time being however, he might as well try and get to know his company. He doubted it, but maybe she knew something useful."Seiya-chan, you don't have to answer, but I noticed you aren't speaking. Do I make you uncomfortable?"
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Post by Kurosaki Seiya on Dec 9, 2014 11:07:25 GMT
"I'll be fine, I just need to take it easy for a while."
Oh, that was good. The gentle smile remained on her face.
"Seiya-chan, you don't have to answer, but I noticed you aren't speaking. Do I make you uncomfortable?"
The smile faded just a fraction, and she raised her hand to her throat, making a cutting motion with her fingertips by twisting her wrist, indicating she'd been silenced.
"The reason why I'm not speaking is that I can't speak. My voice was taken away." She wrote more in the book.
An expression of understanding appeared on his face as he read. "Poor girl..." He droned in fake sympathy. That explained that, and moreover it was convenient for the rogue. When she turned the book to him a second time his eyes lingered on the page for a while. He could leave whenever he wanted, the hospital staff might not approve of it though.
"They want me to stay a while and rest." He said with a glint in his eye. The man stood up from the bed and crouched next to the girl so he could whisper, "But that's no fun. I'm a pretty bad patient." He chuckled. "Wanna get some food? Takoyaki sounds pretty good right now."
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Post by Kurosaki Seiya on Dec 9, 2014 18:20:42 GMT
"Poor girl..."
Seiya huffed. She was answering his question, not looking for sympathy.
"They want me to stay a while and rest."
That made sense. He'd been stabbed by what sounded like the dangerous rogue ninja who'd been roaming around Ame no Kuni. Sano-san needed to take it easy. However, the girl shied away when the taller man got off the bed and crouched down by her. Nope, not ready for that yet.
"But that's no fun. I'm a pretty bad patient. Wanna get some food? Takoyaki sounds pretty good right now."
Oh, where was aniue when she needed him? Clutching the sketchbook to her chest, she nodded. Seiya wasn't the biggest fan of octopus, but pushing preferences on the flavor of food she ate was a luxury that she still forgot she could take. Her viridian eyes glanced this way and that. It appeared she was staring at the wall, but in reality she was sensing for hospital staff to sneak him away. When she felt the hall empty, she beckoned Sano to follow her and, using a back entrance, they got out unnoticed. It gave the genin a little shiver of succeeding at doing something she totally was not supposed to do.
Next came locating a restaurant that sold takoyaki. The girl popped open her pink parasol before stepping out from under the overhang into the downward drizzle, holding it high enough for the male to stand under it before moving to take him towards the restaurant.
The man raised an eyebrow when she leaned away from him but didn't say anything. He took a relaxed pace when following her out of the building so as to not upset his injury. Xero was impressed by how she was able to get through the building without alerting the staff. Usually the halls would be fairly busy. This also put him on guard. She had potential, but it was also possible she was already an enemy shinobi.
That was okay for now. He couldn't do anything about it while he was still within the walls of the village. For now he would get his meal, and then leave afterward. Keeping up his ruse, he noticed the girl struggling to keep the umbrella over his head. Xero reached for its handle. "May I?"
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Post by Kurosaki Seiya on Dec 10, 2014 7:08:45 GMT
"May I?"
The young teen looked up at the man who offered to take her parasol. She was oddly protective of the object, but she logically realized there would be little to gain for him to do anything to the object, so she allowed him to take it with a nod. She pointed with her finger as they moved along the streets, directing him which way she was taking him to a restaurant. She had enough to buy that, but not a full meal. They'd have to drink water.
When they arrived at a place that had a menu written inside the window showing they sold takoyaki, Seiya led them inside, holding up two fingers to indicate a table for two. It would be easier to let him order; ordering at a restaurant for her always entailed pointing at things in menus and she didn't want to dig through a menu to find the thing she already knew she was going to get.
When they were seated, she stared across the table at the man, taking in his features. He looked like your average civilian man; didn't have the air of a shinobi anyway. That meant little; Seiya herself ensured she didn't come off as a shinobi; hell, she didn't even carry her headband, let alone wear it. She wore brightly colored clothes and dressed cutely. If she did carry weapons, they were holstered underneath her skirt and not easily visible. Right now? Unarmed save for a single kunai in her side bag, which didn't hold anything spectacular.
Xero returned the parasol once they were inside the restaurant and out of the rain. The place was quaint, nothing special really, but it had plenty of customers. He instinctively took notes of the exits and potential obstacles to each of them. It was in his best interest to avoid a conflict, but you never knew what might happen.
When they were seated he looked over the menu to pass time, he didn't really care what they served. He had only suggested takoyaki since that was on the page she had been writing on. The man looked up from the menu, noticing her staring intently at him. He tilted his head, looking innocent. "Is there something on my face?" He started to reach for his napkin.
When the waiter came he asked for two orders of the fried octopus and a couple glasses of water after a quick confirmation from the girl. As much as he disliked the rain outside at the present moment, water would do him good.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
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