Rank Fight Number #1[Hakushin "Sion" Voltaire Vs. Grey Hatake]

The bright morning sun shone on to the path to Amegakure no Sato. The beautiful fields of grass that lined the worn path were gently blowing in the breeze as a rather tall man walked towards the small industrialized village that was his target. He had a high-classed mission to destroy a presumed research lab in the center of the village. The young man was only of Genin-rank, but it seemed like the Mizukage had a lot of trust in him to take on this unbelievably hard mission. The man was none other then Hakushin “Sion” Voltaire, the Schizophrenic of Kirigakure. The man is of athletic build and gorgeously tanned skin. The only thing that could be presumed as unattractive was his scar going down his right eye that was partially covered up by an all black eye patch. The right eye of this Shinobi was completely and utterly useless because it was blinded during a simple escort mission during his early years of being a Shinobi. Haku’s left eye thought was something of sheer beauty, because of his Central Heterochromia, which simply meant he had two separate colors in his eye one directly around his pupil. The two colors that lay within this left eye were yellow directly around the pupil and pitch black surrounding that.

“Well, I guess I’m almost there.” He spoke out as he looked up at the darkening sky. He placed his hands in to his black jeans pockets as his combat boots left prints within the dust on the road. He kept trucking forward as he grew closer and closer to his target. He needed to remain completely unknown the entire time he was in this unknown land, but could this simple Genin do that? If he couldn’t, he had a long bladed katana on his left hip and a pair of knuckle knives in a case that unbuttoned on his right hip. The space between the two weapons weren’t empty it was filled with little tubes of his custom poison and the cure for it. The young, Greek God looking man sighed as his black over-coat [jacket] that was swaying in the gentle breeze.

Everything was so peaceful in the world, but peace only lasts for a little while. What would happen next? Would he be confronted and if so would the voices in his head push him to kill the poor sap that confronted him? This could only be told with time and it seemed like Hakushin “Sion” Voltaire had a lot of it.

"Hello"

The voice would most likely startle the male who was heading in the vacinity of Grey's home town. Loud flapping would be heard as a large bird well large enough for one man to ride it. The small breeze caused the blonde hair of the genin to flow softly in one direction. The sea blue eye's piercing the strange male who from Grey's knowledge had never been seen in Amegakure.

A scattering of ink erupted as the bird exploded allowing the young man to fall to the ground. Tho ofcourse a perfect landing followed. Located within the male's hand was a silver paint brush covered with a black substance. A quick swirl of movements soon followed as the black substance ran across the ground the end with a rather sharp end. Ofcourse as a painted image on the ground is pretty useless.

The sun within the sky was at its fullest and the swift breeze was cooling perfect. With a slow sigh the young male allowed his piercing eye's to stare at the man's. "Why hello. The direction your heading is to my home. Would you like me to accompany you"

The morning sun is the sky slowly began to fade away, because of the giant black rain clouds that covered Amegakure no Sato and it surrounding lands it was like a sudden change of light. The man would just keep walking until he heard someone say hello to him, which quickly made the voices in his head go crazy. “Hakushin! Kill the bastard!” The other voices quickly grew quiet. The voice that spoke was one of the “top dogs” that all the other voices grew quiet for. “You know you fucking want too you bitch. So just give into my desire and kill the bastard. Then, we can go about our merry way to complete this high-class mission. Got it?” The voice was none other then Castiel. A Castiel voice was easily recognized by the sheer insane tone it took on when talking about death. “Castiel, We shall see what this young man wants before we jump on the killing wagon. I was told to keep hidden if needed.” Haku’s voice rang out in that calm and collected manner that just pissed Castiel off even more, but in sheer surprise that he would kill the young boy if the need arised Castiel just chuckled in response. Haku turned around about the same time that young man’s ink bird burst apart, and the young boy made a perfect landing on the ground below him.

“Hello.” Haku spoke out as the child made a quick swirl with his silver brush as a shadow raced towards him. “There it is Haku! Take him out.” Haku sighed as he took his right hand out of his pocket and placed it on his long bladed katana on his left hip. He just simply ignored Castiel this time around and said directly to the kid with that same unemotional voice, “You might want to do something about that before you get yourself hurt, kid.” Haku looked forward at the kid with his serious face. This would be his only warning and if he needed to he would strike first with ease. The young man looked at the kid with his black and yellow eye directly into his blue eyes. He needed to get this kids attention and hopefully this glance would do it quickly without actually having to hurt him. Haku’s left hand stayed in his left pocket, but the climate had changed from the nice breeze and sunny day to a cloudy sky with a little hard wind. This was exactly what Hakushin “Sion” Voltaire needed to get his blood flowing before he completed his mission, and only time would tell if it would even test his skills at all.

Grey felt the change in the weather as his fists clenched his eyes made contact with the male's which caused him to shake. Something about the man's eye's gave him a fright. He would infact shake it off staring at the man. His mouth curled into such a smile as he looked at the man with a grimace. "Like i said your heading to my village, State your buisness or else"

Grey's hand would raise up the brush still dripping ink tho he placed it back in its place laughing softly "Come on what shall we do now"



(Sorry its short hangover)