A stroll in Doku

Jiro was walking in the village of Dokugakure, and boy had it been a while since he had been in this place, back when it was referred to as Konoha. He decided to sit down and eat something at a ramen bar. He stared at the man for a while, before realizing he had spaced out. He ordered a bowl of ramen, just the noodles and broth. He honestly hated all of the other gimmicks, straight noodles for him. Before devouring his bowl, he looked at the nature around him, sighing and basking in the warm sunlight that poured through the bar. It was a nice enough day, although it was unfortunate of what was soon to befall this place.

Walking closer and closer, the smell of ramen was getting stronger. As he approached the restaurant, he noticed that Jiro, an old friend was also there. It has been a while since they have met. The mission that they faced together, well was messed up. A mutated cleaner nin was killing people and eating them. Weirdly enough the thought of that just made Vincent even more hungry. He walks over and waves at Jiro. "Jiro it has been a long time hasnt it"

Jiro took a sip of the broth from his bowl before turning his attention to a familiar voice, as well as a familiar face at the same time. Jiro merely waves back at him and goes back to taking bites out of his bowl of ramen, then eventually turns his head back again to look at him. "I didn't think I'd see you again." Jiro responded in a calm, yet for some reason, oddly satisfied voice. It was a memorable mission that they, along with two others, went on indeed. But at the moment, Jiro was starving, and went back to eating a bowl of ramen, waiting for him to sit down.

Jiro acknowledged him and so Vincent sat down on the table across from him. But it was odd to see a ninja from Kiri in Doku. As of right now the villages were very cautious with each other. The sudden rising appearance of Bijuus signaled danger and implied that they were in disguise. The Bijuus looked like everyone, normal. Vincent tried to get that information out of his head. There was already too much chaos in his life going on. "Jiro what brings you Doku?

Jiro heard Vincent ask him what his business here was. Well, Jiro had to think about this for a second. "I'm just here to see how things have been going in this place recently." Jiro replied, he knew he couldn't lie about the inevitable. What he was supposed to originally come here for. But alas, he didn't want to give himself away and screw over his village just by being a good, honest person at the moment.

He took a few more slurps from his bowl of ramen, finished it, wiped off some of the food with his sleeve, and then ordered another, which was brought to him in great haste. "So, why are you here, then? Hungry, too?" Jiro asked him. Normally, he wouldn't ask so many questions to anyone, but anyone that can work and cooperate with him was considered at least a decent comrade in his book.

A waitress passes by and Vincent get his order taken. With the pause made by Jiro's pause only gave suspicion, but he did not want to think much of it due to that fact that they were allies and did a mission together. But the one phrase that Vincent always kept to mind was "Everybody lies". Vincent didnt need to say that he was hungry, him ordering the ramen and receiving it showed that he was. It has been a long while, so he tries to make a conversation out of this.
"Yea man, i was craving for some ramen. I just got back a mission. The mission was really dumb made starved me. So i just decided to come here." He breaks his chopsticks and begins to dig in.

Jiro grinned slightly at his comment, and then his facial expression once again shifted to a neutral one, like he usually has. It's rare for him to grin, perhaps it's just that he liked thinking back on these kinds of things. Maybe he was just happy to be back in his old village. Or perhaps he just liked finally being able to eat after so long. At any rate, this brief moment of peace, the calm before the storm if you will, felt nice to him, especially knowing that this village may soon be in rubble, and many lives from both sides will most likely be lost as a result. Jiro just had to get here before the Kirigakure ninja came to attack, to see at least one last glimpse of his former village.

"Say, are you planning to do anything after this?" Jiro asked him, seemingly out of the blue for someone like him to care about someone, anyone for that matter. But alas, he wanted to save at least a few people from the inevitable fight that was to come, and he was the only Doku ninja that Jiro knew that he could trust like this.

Looking around he noticed that the clock on the wall was showing the time of 11 30 pm. It was late for Vincent and it just reminded him that he had work to do in his apartment. He kept on pushing off unpacking. The items in those unopened boxes only held memories of what his old village used to be. The place where he grew up. When Jiro asked if Vincent was doing anything later, he had to think. Should i go unpack, if i dont i never will or hang out with a friend who carries some kind of suspicion around him. It would have been better for to see what Jiro was really doing in this village, but it was none of his concern. Much of what is going to happen to Doku or will happen was caused by things that could have been prevented.
Vincent drinks the soup in his ramen. "Sorry Jiro i have things to do. If i dont do them now, i probably will not do it ever"

"Alright, but one last thing." Jiro continued after Vincent had replied. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down on it "Kirigakure will come to attack this village soon enough. I'd recommend leaving here as soon as possible, or you may get caught in whatever happens.". He folded the piece of paper with that contents and handed it to Vincent. "Don't look at it until later.

Might come in handy." Jiro muttered under his breath, low, but enough so that he could hear him, in a serious tone. After handing him the note, Jiro finished sucking down the noodles and ordered yet another bowl of ramen. He was starving and, to be quite honest, the death that would soon commence stressed him out a bit. More than he normally is. But alas, a simple note to one of the residents was the most he could do for them. He started on his third, and most likely final bowl, according to his stomach.

Two bowels of ramen was Vincent's limit and so it was time for him to leave and complete his tasks. In his mind Vincent was glad to see a familiar face, many of his friends were dying due to the battles being fought. "Jiro it was nice seeing you again, but i have to go now. Send a pigeon next time so we can plan a meeting next time and hand out longer." As he stands, he swipes the paper, making sure that no one saw him taking it.
Even though it was only on a sheet of paper it showed that Jiro valued their friendship. Not to compromise Jiro, he did not make much of it. But to Vincent the news was not new. The kage had been trying to transfer her power to another successor but as of right now there was none. While the kage kept on trying to look for a person to take over for her, the village was becoming weak. Many knew of this and had left the village. The thought of leaving had crossed his mind, but there was no place for him to go. When the Village Hidden attacks, Vincent was not going to defend. It was time for this village to learn from its mistakes.

[exit]

Jiro nodded as he watched Vincent head off. He finished slurping down his last bowl of ramen. He was sincerely stuffed full at this point. He got up and went out of the bar. He climbed up the ramen building and viewed the village from it. The view was magnificent, just as he had remembered it before he left. Oh, how sad it would be to see it fade away. It wasn't pretend this time, Jiro was sincerely sad that it would inevitably turn into dust when he would be forced to arrive here next.

He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking back on all the memories of the village he used to be in. He decided to pay a trip to his old house. He didn't have a key any longer, and it was pretty much deserted at this point, so he snuck in through the window. Much to his surprise, no one was here. He had thought that his grandfather would be here, but he wasn't. He then saw a body in the living room of the house, old and skeletal with blood all around it. "This is... grandfather?!" Jiro thought to himself and saw the dead skeleton laying there, lifeless. Jiro kneeled next to the skeleton and closed his eyes, praying there for a minute. "I was too late.... he didn't make it back then." Jiro thought to himself, flashing back to how he barely escaped this village when it was called Konoha and was under attack.

Jiro left the house again, a small tear or two in his eye. But he couldn't turn back now, he had to continue on. From on top of the house, he formed a hand sign, the body flicker that he always used to transport from one area to another fast. And so, he poofed once again, and probably wouldn't be back again until he was forced upon a battlefield, rather than eating a peaceful meal with old comrades, or visiting an old house. But for now, he had to return to Kirigakure to prepare for the inevitable.

[Exit]