Atop the Raikage's Office

Vanity stood on top of the rooftop of the kage's office building after leaving Saitou in that boring meeting. She was thinking about what was going on in Kirigakure. It had been quite some time since she had left for that mission. She completed the mission yet never returned since then. By now she was sure people would be looking for her. The kage at the time of her leaving seemed to be one of weak will so she didn't care. However things change in this world. It seemed to have been weeks since that day, maybe even a month. What if the kage was no longer alive? What had changed, what hadn't. She came to the realization that it would probably be best if she didn't return. What if she had been labeled a missing nin? Oh so many questions that she couldn't answer. This is what her independent personality got her.

The wind blew ever slightly, her black hair whipped behind her. Her icy blue eyes peered down at the village buildings. She could make out a few things that looked like people walking or whatever. This village didn't seem any different from the Kirigakure she knew. The kage here had captured her attention though. He was quite interesting. As she thought about him her hand rested on her Sai handle and gripped. She wanted to see his blood run. He had gotten the best of her it would seem. Amazing how easy she allowed him to enter her mind. Their relationship was not one of love, and if it was, that was hard to tell. They simply lusted after the idea of killing each other, or at least thats the way it was for her. Or was that simply what she wanted to believe?

As Vanity stood here in this spot, the sun above. She knew that she wasn't going back. She made up her mind that she would break ties to the village known as Kirigakure. She had no relations with anyone there anyway. She wanted to remain here in this village. Vanity then untied her Kirigakure village headband and drew her sai. She then proceeded to make a long scratch into the metal, right through the village's symbol. It was done, no turning back now and she didn't want to turn back. She simply looked forward over the village and saw a new future. Vanity of Kumogakue? It didn't have a ring to it nor was it official. She'd have to consult the Raikage, known as Saitou about that. He already saw her as a member of her team so it shouldn't be too complicated. Vanity would simply stand atop this office building until he would seek her. She knew he couldn't resist her so it would only be a matter of time.

The sun had risen signaling the arrival of another day. The rays of the sun fell upon the village painting it with bright lights, a magnificent sight indeed rivaled by none. The heat which plagued the village held its grip on the village ever so tightly acting with its own sense of twisted self-righteousness unleashing it’s twisted fury upon the village as if it had been wronged somehow and was now taking vengeance upon the village. It was on this day a young man would come walking down one of the many corridors of the castle, where was he going at this hour of the day? His hair was black and spiked and he had fair skin which stood in contrast to the black suit he was wearing. It wasn’t completely black; only the pants, the tie and the jacket. He wore a white cotton shirt with it. He had a slim yet muscular build to him and his eyes were dark brown.

The young man continued down the corridor and made a left turn and continued down a different corridor which leads to the roof. The young man turned out to be Drake LeCriox, a Genin of the village hidden in the rain. Why the clan would want a Genin as their tool was really beyond him yet he would give nothing less but his everything when he was order to do fulfill certain tasks. Drake seemed to exhibit a certain calm demeanor which never really left him, except in battle. He continued down the corridor with quick steps, not wanting to waste any time. He was headed for the roof that much was obvious but why he was going there was something only he could possibly know. He was hoping he would be alone, allowing him to search for whatever it was he was looking for.

He stopped for a moment as he reached the door. It was large and brown in color. The doorknob was painted in gold which sort of gave the door a certain class then it would exhibit otherwise. He reached out and opened the door and stepped onto the rooftop. He wasn’t alone. A young woman was there also, looking out over the village. She seemed to have been quite the shinobi judging from her outward appearance. Drake sighed sadly since his hopes of being alone were once again dashed to the winds. Not much he could do now except go back down to the foyer and wait for someone to contact him or just spend his time up here. The young man ran a hand through his hair and smoothed down his attire which he picked out specifically for a special occasion. He nodded in the direction of the girl as he spoke with a calm voice ”Hello..”

Vanity heard the steps that broke the serine silence that she was growing used to. The steps belong to a young man with black hair. She sighed turning toward him as he spoke to her. She was in unique mood. Vanity looked him over curiously before responding. He was 'interesting'. A word used to describe people she found an 'attraction' toward but not the attraction most would think. Vanity leaned against the balcony-like railing atop this roofing. "Hello. What's your name?" she asked in her usual soft tone that enticed most. Her icy blue eyes were filled with a certain intensity but one that would not raise alarm.

As she waited for his response she began to twirl her beautifully long black hair with her fingers. Her hair shined gorgeously in this natural morning lighting. Vanity was now free from her introspection and brought back to the 'real' world. Being lost in her own thoughts for too long could be bad for her standards. Yet one thing had been made up in her mind for sure. Anywho back to the situation here. Vanity was waiting and was waiting 'excitedly'.

The girl’s eyes were glued to him for a moment as if she was examining him. He was quite aware that he didn’t look like an average commoner or ninja or at least he didn’t exhibit any of the normal physical features. The woman's was soft and delicate as she greeted him. Her eyes were something that he had not seen before, the kind that seemed to pierce right into the soul. Then she began to play with her hair while as if waiting for a response from him. "My name is Drake LeCriox. Nice to meet you mademoiselle. And I may I ask your name?" The woman exhibited no hostility towards him which he was glad for at least once in this day. He spoke with a calm, deep tone of voice. He would take a few steps closer to the woman and the balcony and then eye the girl carefully. Who exactly was this girl? Could she be a loner like himself?

“And what is your business here?” He asked calmly and politely as if it was a completely natural question to ask after two people had met. He examined the girl carefully, she seemed similar in appearance to that of a seductress if he was not mistaken. But there was no way of knowing for sure unless he had some way of confirming it. He shifted his gaze from the girl and onto the scene before him. He skimmed through the town but not really taking in what he was seeing. It was rare for Drake to actually go talk to someone but he himself was curious how long this would last. "I'm usually covered in blood...." It was a thought said aloud that he wished to have held to himself since in his mind he was talking to himself.

Vanity smirked though that probably was hard to see do to her pink and black face mask which covered her mouth and part of her nose. A unique name the male had that seemed to make him all the more 'interesting'. She allowed herself to be quite relaxed around him yet that didn't mean she wasn't paying attention as he stepped closer to her. "My name is Vanity." she said in response to his first question. She was still playing with her hair and had adverted her gaze after giving her name. The role of a shy girl was in effect right now. Her gaze was back over the village in this moment.

The male asked another question, inquiring her business here. But where was 'here'? Was he referring to her place atop this building? Or was he simply curious as to why she was in this village? A better question crossed her mind, why was he concerned? She played the possibilities of who this man could really be, politically. "Im simply here because of a certain someone. Someone that has made a place in my life." she said. It was a vague response with a predictable interpretation. Her gaze had returned to the man when she responded. Waiting for a response she heard him say something rather 'out of the norm' as some may put it. Yet it was a statement that made him seem even more 'interesting'. It reminded her of someone else but yet not in the same way. Anywho, to the conversation at hand. She simply pretended to ignore the statement and returned the same question. "What is your business here...?" she asked curiously.

Raigon floated high above the two to where they couldn't see him, but his sharingan embeded eyes could see them. It was akin to a game of I spy with them being blind. Smiling he watched as things seemed to promised to get interesting.

[Raigon post at least five lines]

The girl said her name; and it was indeed unique from any other name that he had ever heard before. "The name suites you miss Vanity." He eyed her carefully, she had to have thought that he was now queer for his sudden outburst from before. Normally when he talked it was to himself so talking to another person was quite different. It was understandable; He didn’t exhibit any of the normal features a ninja normally does, then again he was kind of different from any normal ninja. But now it was time for him to answer his own question “I have no business here. I go where the trail of blood leads me. I was just crashing a party when I got tired of it and came here.” He said in a calm tone of voice, his eyes remained locked on the girl as he waited for a response. Her actions were not one of a woman he knew with the body of a seductress, but then again he had no basis to confirm this.

Drake took another step towards the woman but not to alarm her however, it was merely to confirm what color her eyes were. "Sorry for my intrusion into your space Miss vanity, but I couldn't help noticing what beautiful eyes you have." He quickly stepped back after this so as not to startle her by being so close. It would possibly be that he was coming on to her as some sort of flirt. But this was not the case. At least not to him anyways because he had his reason as to why he couldn't get close to people in general. He didn’t have any intention of telling her what exactly he was looking for or why he was even here, not the real reason anyway. He had heard of a ninja who was born without the normal powers of the clan but he thought it was only a rumor that such a man/woman would exist. His gaze shifted back upon the girl so they locked eyes. It was important however and polite when talking to someone to maintain eye contact.

Saitou was nothing if not cunning. The Raikage like most Kaguya enjoyed blood and war, but what differentiated him from most others is that he actually loved to talk. Not boring conversation of course, but his manner of speaking was much more sarcastic and demeaning to those he deemed lower than he. Today, on his rooftop was an occasion in which that exact tone of voice was going to be used. His body seemed to appeared from thin air due to the use of his body flicker after the correct hand seal had been made before even entering the rooftop. His use of the body flicker in combination with his ability as an assassin made it easy fro him to move quickly and completely silent. His presence was hidden from all sensors and so his appearance would remain unknown to Drake until he decided to allow himself to be revealed. Moustu should be coming up behind him shortly which he was sure the genin would ruin his surprise so he decided to ruin it himself by speaking to the man.

"Sorry for intruding on her space you say? Hmm...that is quite the interesting statement for you see this entire village is my space. On top of that you intruded my home. This mansion that you soil with your feet as we speak is my home and yet I hear no apology from you to me for intruding on my space. Could it simply be that because Ms.Vanity over there with he loose lips if you know what I mean interests you? Maybe that explains why you feel the need to apologize to her."

His tone as condescending as ever, but his face still keeping that grin. The same grin that seems to always make those around him uncomfortable or refer to him as scary. His eyes shifted from the man momentarily to stare into the icy blue eyes of Vanity knowing that she would react to his comment about her loose lips. Whether the statement was true or not was unknown to the Kaguya, but looking at her and the way she dressed and behaved it was easy enough to surmise. His eyes then shifted back the man as he spoke calmly once more.

"So then tell me, what should I do to someone who so rudely intrudes on my space and doesn't even have the decency to apologize? What would you do since blood is the path you follow right? If blood as led you here could have been the want of your own blood to be spilled on this roof? I wonder...."

Moustu was pumped with energy as he made his way up the roof top. Moustu followed right behind the Raikage with a bone blade in his right hand and he was swirling a kunai knife in his left hand. Moustu lightly grinned as he appeared on the scene right after Saitou said "I wonder" Moustu was ready to fight and prove himself to Saitou. Moustu learned not to be fearless in the village and ready for blood shed any moment. Moustu had the bone in his right arm already repaired and ready for action. Moustu leaned on the door frame awaiting permission to attack the other Shinobi. Moustu noticed Vanity standing there with the other Shinobi so maybe he wouldn't have to fight, but be on the side just in case.

As a man was wondering throughout a village he wasn't spotted at all. The wonders of underground travel was amazing. So to speak next to a building he was known with he made a handsign releasing a clone. The clone made his way to the top of a building. He saw a man he almost killed before and a couple others. The clone smiled at them and he began to crack up laughing in the most sadistic way possible. "Well well well. Mr.Raikage you don't remember me? Its I. Hannibal Roy Bean. Anyway id like to let you know the 7 swordsmen have declared war on Dokugakure and we wanted to see where you stand in this." As all this was said the real Bean vanished.

Exit[Normal exit. Clone stays]

Vanity found Drake's reasoning for being in the village interesting. However she did not believe that to be his true nature. She watched as he stepped closer to her. How daring. She adverted her gaze from his as he attempted to look at her eyes. The role of the 'shy' girl was quite easy. Vanity made a small cough after his complement. She started to breath a little harder than normal.

The arrival of a certain being caused Vanity to become quite alarmed however it did not show, only in her mind. The one that arrived and spoke words of true annoyance was none other than that 'someone', Saitou. She sighed as he made a comment that would normally required her sai to be embedded into his throat. However that wasn't the role she was playing at the moment. Yet she knew how to get back at him. Vanity removed the face mask from over he mouth, giving site to her rather luscious lips he so happened to slander. It also gave site to her blushed cheeks as if she was now embarrassed by his words and appearance. She would cling to Drake's arm and move behind him slightly, like she was hiding from Saitou. She would forcefully lock fingers with Drake's hand and begin to tremble a little as she looked over his shoulder toward Saitou with rather shy eyes.

Vanity had several ideas going through her mind as she did all of this. Many of them revolving around both Drake and Saitou. She didn't speak at all anymore. She would see how this turned out. Two other males entered the scene, one speaking of war. Yet Vanity was not concerned and simply ignored both as she 'cowered' behind Drake.

Drake did not like the fact that more people were showing up the party yet the disgust in his face did not show at all. It was something he felt in his mind but at the same time seemed to stretch to every corner of his being until it threatened to engulf him. Now there was a man talking to him as if here a child and was being accompanied by a child. Drake paid no attention to the other kid by the door or neither to the man who talked about his plan of conquest. "Quite the mouth you have on you my dear man to talk to me like that. Not that I'm anyone important but didn't your parents teach you any manners? Or were you merely a testube baby? I, on the other hand have manners and will apologize when I see fit but this cannot be done when said person is not present when I come. Or would you like me to apologize to the invisible statue you have rectified of yourself? Yet I have no idea why you speak of such things as spilling blood in this ordeal for I have done nothing wrong Mr. Kage-chan. Although the spilling of blood does entice me...." Drake spoke clearly and calmly towards the kage. The man felt a sort of feeling from the other guy whom he poke to, but rather than fear from his strong aura he felt excitement. Like the high he usually got before a fight which threatened to deliver him straight into the hands of his bloodlust. Drake was taking in the situation he was in while also wondering how he could altogether prevent such a violent encounter from taking place.

Drake was now taken back by the young woman who desperately clung to hm and even locked hands with him while looking at the kage. The young woman just looked at him, the silence embracing them both. He wondered if she was in any way scared of the other man before them. The woman was trembling, that much he could feel from her while keeping his gaze on the kage despite whatever was happening. If she was a ninja then why would she feel fear towards another ninja? Was that not one of the great taboos of the ninja world?. But she could possibly hold a different reason; at any rate he wasn’t taking any chances. Not with this girl at least. If it came down to then he just might fight this man for whatever reason he was given.

The wind blew silently across the rooftop as if the entire world was holding its breath in anticipation of what would happen. With Vanity behind him and weird men all about, it was quite he doosy trying to figure out the safe course to take. But why go with just the safe path? wouldn't chaos in this village be more welcome? Drake was one of chaos bred into human form and such would act out as he saw fit. Now all he could do at the moment was wait for the scene to unfold before he did anything.

Raigon shrugged at the words noting that shit was about to massively pop off. He yawned slightly not caring about the dramatic bullshit that was about to pop off here, but elsewhere he was needed and shit would pop pippity pop so hard that it couldn't stop. He then remembered the condom that did the same and cringed at the mistake against the world and shrugged floating off as he know knew what was going down.

Exit

For some strange reason everywhere the Raikage went he was always followed or greeted by a ridiculous amount of people. Rarely could he simply have a conversation or fight with a fellow shinobi without having to wait after being interrupted by hordes and hordes of other shinobi. What was it about the young Kaguya that seemed to attract people to him? He nearly hated everyone and he wasn't a nice person and yet everyone always wanted to be around him. Moustu had arrived, clearly ready for battle. As with most genin he was eager to risk his life without taking even the slightest moment to asses his opponents personality. Personality is one of the best determinations of how you opponent will fight and when you can figure that out it makes fighting much more enjoyable.

Before he had a chance to reprimand his young apprentice a familiar face appeared. It was the man who had nearly killed him in Amegakure so long ago. He spoke of the Seven Swordsmen declaring war on Dokugakure. Interesting since the Raikage planned on making an alliance with them. This information would definitely put a hitch in his plans yet if he didn't agree to betray Dokugakure then he would have to deal with the seven swordsmen which in reality would be a lot of fun. Sighing he was about to answer this ultimatum when he noticed Vanity cling to Drake. It was clear the woman was doing her best to annoy Saitou and it was working. He smiled at the two before speaking to Moustu and then the one who tried to kill him.

"Moustu-kun, calm down. No need to be so hasty to die. And as for you all's plan to attack Dokugakure, you'll have to go on that journey alone. I have no reason to go to war just yet."

Finally returning his attention to Vanity and Drake his eyes bore into the woman's. Her never ending need to always do something to upset him was both annoying and entertaining. The words that escaped that man's mouth however were even more interesting. He made remarks about his parents which to most would probably upset them but in his case they only served to make that man seem more interesting. He obviously had no idea what actually happened to Saitou's parents so he decided to fill the man and everyone on the roof in on a little history lesson about the Raikage's childhood.

"My parents? Manners? Which parent do you think should have been the one to teach me manners? The one I killed as soon as I was born or the one I killed as soon as I had the ability hmm? You sir have quite the mouth on you as well, but no longer do I wish to hear the dribble coming from it. I think it would look much better with blood dripping down don't you?"

He stood about 10 feet from Drake and Vanity and nearly 15 feet from the one called Bean who had appeared on the roof. Luckily enough the roof was rather large and was easily able to accommodate all of the strong presences that stood atop it, but things were definitely starting to become more and more interesting and the roof would most likely not be able to survive that battle that was about to occur. All of the blood in his body was beginning to boil with adrenaline as the bones in his body began to twitch and move with excitement. He didn't plan on killing anyone today, but someone had basically landed on his doorstep begging to be slaughtered. What kind of host would he be if he refused?

Moustu listened the to conversation as he was not relaxing a bit to get ready to fight. Moustu heard about the war on Dokugakure and didn't pay much attention to it. Moustu listened to Saitou speak about him not being eager to die in which Moustu didn't fear death. Moustu listened to Saitou and after he said him about killing both his parents he chuckled lightly. Moustu found Saitou to be a great role model for himself. Moustu remembered one girl from the office which was cowered behind another Genin and the Jounin from the other village talking about war. He awaited at the door frame and yawned as he waited everyone to finish this conversation. He didn't know it Saitou was going to send him to fight off the other shinobi. Moustu's heart was racing ready for action as he twirled the kunai knife in his left hand making little noise of it cutting the air.

Vanity could tell this was about to get ugly. She seemed so scared she moved completely behind Drake, holding his right hand with her right hand, fingers still interlocked. Vanity slowly drew one of her sai, in a way that the action would not be noticed behind Drake's body. Her breasts were pushed against his back. She would slowly move the sai up between the two, the sai laying flat against the middle of his back, unseen from the others as Saitou spoke of his parents. She was simply preparing herself for what may or may not happen. Drake would most likely feel this action, but she would simply squeeze his hand tighter to let him know it was her. Vanity trembled even more as the tensions rose. What would happen next she wondered.

He watched as the raikage simply told of his childhood to a group of strangers who probably barely even heard a word of it. This didn't spark a reaction out of the young man, but it was her response that did. "Tch. This is getting very boring Mr. Kage-chan. You seem to like killing as much as I do but think to yourself. Is unnecessary bloodshed really something you can afford at the moment? If word goes out of you killing another ninja without a valid reason you will be taken from your position and jailed. A petty excuse such as 'he stepped on my property' will not suffice. But if I must fight to protect myself and Vanity then maybe a little pool of blood from your body wouldn't be so bad..." he began, an intense look on his face as he continued to look at Saitou. Drake squeezed back her hand tightly in response to the motion of cold steel rubbing against his back. Drake's tone when he spoke was calm unlike the large contrast to his true bloodthirsty nature. Did he expect this? Maybe. At the moment, he felt it was himself versus the world, so such a realization as his body began to tingle from the adrenaline rush he was getting.

This was unexpected, this was an actual surprise. Someone had thought that he would never fight to protect another person ever again as long as he lived. He figured there was something horribly wrong with his tactic, some flaw in his plan to win. He had figured he had been too lenient for the last time, yet something bout her intrigued him. News to him if anything. "I guess. I wasn't really aware at the time when I first met you Vanity. I normally don't develop an interest in people at all. Yet I know if you find out the true me that you would just shun me like all the others." he whispered this to Vanity. His lips scarcely moving and his tone as low as possible so no one else would hear what he was saying. A chuckle would have been present here, even some dark laughter, had he been his regular self. Even in his parasitic mind frame, he was at least a bit calm and composed.

Drake glared back at the other man to see what his next course of action would be. He would not hold his tongue, and would only speak bluntly about his point to, after all, he saw that she clearly needed to be assured. "What is your next move Mr.Kage-chan? Will you still wish to start an unnecessary fight? You know knows the laws of the ninja world better than anyone should not want to be caught in the spotlight. Its bad for those who do not like being given attention or attracting it. Or could it be that you're cranky because you're hungry? In that case I could treat you too a delicious plate of steamed ribs and sirloin steak." he would exclaim in his usual calm tone. His tone was friendly, but his intentions were not so quite, something of a paradox to why he would be helping her in the first place. He had absolutely no clue, but he did realize that she deserved the assistance. Drake figured that something could be done to solve this situation so they could talk like civilized men. But if not then a bloodbathe would ensue, in the latter case then Drake would become an animal of war. A site not pretty to anyone at all. Thoughts of blood dripping from his body and soaking his clothes were starting to excite him. But the atmosphere, location, and time just did not seem right to him.

(Busy life = short post)

What the man said next truly disappointed the Raikage for he always loved to play mind games before a battle but for this man to call him boring? His interest in the genin went to zero in just seconds and he decided he no longer had any interest in killing the boy. His grin turned to boredom as he spoke his next words flatly.

"Kill him Moustu"

Moustu stood calmly at the door frame and spinning his kunai around. When Saitou said "Kill him" Moustu caught the kunai by the handle and looked at Drake with a calm, but murderous look in his eye. Moustu said softly to Saitou "Well it's about damn time you said that Sensei" Moustu tapped in two hand seal which were pretty fast for the eye. Moustu had great speed and agility which made them accurate and fast. With that Moustu charged up water chakra inside as this jutsu, the larger you charge, the more of it comes out which was his goal for his attack. As Moustu charged the chakra Moustu pushed himself off the wall and got in to a fighting stance with both blades in each hand and a slightly crouched position. Moustu didn't know much about this Shinobi so he might have to wait around to see what his abilities are, but for now he might have to toy with him around for a bit until he knows what this shinobi is capable of. Moustu kept feeding his technique water chakra which made the volume of the jutsu great with every second as well as having chakra in his feet increase but no visible to the eye. Moustu didn't want to upset the Raikage with this battle so he had to try his best. It's either he lives or dies so he has to win this.

"And Scene" would be the mental words said in Vanity's mind to end the little charade of the 'shy' girl. A smirk instantly upon her face as soon as Saitou gave the word to kill Drake. She knew what she would do. To deny him such satisfaction, the hand she clinged she would pull. Vanity would pull with all her strength and might and fling the male known as Drake over the balcony edge within the seconds of the command. As Drake's body would be half way over the edge, she could see the one known as Moustu charging for an attack of some kind, and would let go of his hand. Drake would be removed from this situation before its use. The sai she held would now be pointed in the direction of Saitou, her other hand drawing her other Sai after letting Drake's hand go. Vanity performed the same kissing noise as always to the man. Her eyes watching Moustu, waiting for the moment he would release his attack. The male seemed rather stuck, in a constipated stance. What a dud. Vanity thought to herself. Anywho, she was sure this little action of hers would surely piss the Raikage off. Which was all she wanted to do at this moment. She craved his anger, it made her excited.

Drake stared at her for a few moments, taking in the depth of the task she was doing by saving his life. He wouldn’t have taken notice of such things if there by any other person but from her it was almost like a welcome relief to the other assholes he had met. He wasn’t quite as lively as this one proved by the speed of which she managed to throw and ready herself, but he was just as oblivious and naive. It was a shame, he kind of wanted to bathe in that boy's blood. It was thankful that he was there. Had he not been, this girl would probably have made a way into his life as someone he would never forget. Then again, that scenario wasn’t much different than the one she was already enduring. The only difference was that Drake was somewhat interested in her.

Not saying anything as his body passed over the balcony and with a twist of his body in the air, Drake was looking at the ground rushing up to him. Drake was going to use a medical jutsu that was passed down to him from a rather talented shinobi who was probably not alive anymore. This is a technique where the user focuses chakra into their hands and feet using precise chakra control and releases it with pinpoint timing, which greatly enhances their strength. His goal of course was to soften the landing below him as he began to focus chakra into his legs. With great timing upon touching the ground the chakra was dispersed outwards creating a somewhat moderate crater. The young man jumped out and began running from the mansion. If luck was on his side then maybe he and Vanity and the Kage would meet again.

[exit]