The adventure begins

Yuumou, a genin of the village, was walking along the streets casually with no purpose. He had nothing to do after training so much. He had to take a break, and a nice walk throughh his beloved village was just the thing he needed. However, he stopped at the side of a building and leaned against it, watching civilians and ninja alike walking together in harmony, conversing with one another. He sighed, feeling one of the only people left out.

Greed walked through the streets with an aura different from his usual weirdness, which made it weird anyway. The man with bandages wrapped around his head had something on his mind, but something these people would never be able to understand. Out of the corner of his eye, Greed saw someone rather off to themselves. A young boy? He didn't know for sure but most people were younger than he anyway. Greed wandered over to where the male leaned and stood right in front of him. Greed didn't say anything, his head just tilted to one side, his neck making a cracking noise in the process. The three eyes marked on these bandages were staring at the male in the face, yet the eyes beneath them were observing his entire being. Yes, Greed had sight through these bandages, despite what the public believed. Then came the grin, that always sparked the feeling of unease amongst others. The grin of Greed. What would be this young male's response to Greed's presence?

Yuumou glared at the bandaged male that stood before him. He observed every action and couldn't help but to think that the guy infront of him was doing the same thing. He thought the eyes on the bandages were quite intriguing, yet, he wondered about the person's real eyes, the gateway view into the person's soul. he also tilted his head to the side, slightly confused as to why the mysterious male picked him to observe out of all the people in the village. He stood completely still, awaiting for any sudden action.

Greed watched as the young male responded with similar actions. This was interesting. Greed raised his right hand, as if waiting to be called on by some teacher. Though this man hadn't seen a teacher in some long years. Greed's grin grew a little, his head tilted to the other side, neck cracking once again. Why was Greed doing this now? The question could easily be answered by the right candidate. The three eyes on the bandages staring blankly into the young male's being. Yet Greed himself was watching carefully, his mind wondering about something. But what?

Kakusan's lonely footsteps the two boys, although it could easily be admitted that one of them was older then them both, although the bandages made it difficult to tell his age.
So why was he here? Adoption was a tricky business, and that was enough for now, but it in part explained why Kakusan was walking towards two virtual strangers.
However the thundering approach of the war was trudging closer and closer to the present day.
The faces in the photographs had faded, and it was virtually impossible to tell they looked like Kakusan at all. His body had been shaped by his upbringing much more then they would have otherwise have been.
So as Kakusan entered the area where the two would be able to register his footsteps, if they hadn't already.
When they did they'd see a male about their own age, making his own approach towards them. His hair was of the most darkest black, his clothes where that of a Victorian Butler, or a noble. Almost robe like, but one could easily tell they had been adapted for a Shinobi's use.
Now Kakusan stopped his feet ending their forwards perpetual motion, he gave each of them a glance before entering into speach: "Good morn, how do you each fare?"

[INVASION! A WILD KYOUKI HAS APPEARED! Oh wait, wrong account.]

Arashi timidly walked through the village, black crystal butterflies all around her. Her hair flowed out, and she held her hands to her chest, rather than fiddling with the edge of her white blouse or her black skirt. Instead she messed with her tie, and occasionally messing with her glasses. She sighed. It was amazing how close you could be to someone, yet how far you knew you were...
Arashi made a small squeak as she noticed one of her little butterflies fly off in a random direction, and almost shrieked as it landed on the head of a man who seemed to be wearing a butler suit. She immediately ran over.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to go on your head!"
And, as she usually did, she blushed and stuttered out apologizes while she bowed. The butterfly seemed content with staying on this man's head! Why, oh why, cruel butterfly?

The male seemed to attract a few odd people..He supposed that he needed to get away. "I'm doing fine, but I must go train. I'll see you all later, I guess.." He then leaped away from the small bunch and began dashing off to a distant place. He didn't plan on training, but he needed some kind of excuse to get away.


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Greed stood there, awaiting the male's response but instead was interrupted with the arrival of two other young ninja. Greed's grin disappeared, he was not pleased with this. For two young fowls to run away his interest, rude. He did not speak to neither of the two. Greed simply turned and faced them. He would take post against the wall like the one he had been talking to had before until he left. Greed watch through the bandages, observing the younger ones. The girl sparked a small smirk upon his face but nothing more. His flashy grin would not show at this point. Greed's fingers began to twitch randomly. Mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath. Greed remained quiet.

Kakusan looked with some rye amusement at the butterfly sitting atop his head, he frowned at the small brilliantly colored creature before his head started to shift and warp his skin becoming pitch black as his head moved away from the creature's grasp. The body of the head took two steps to the left, safely removing himself from the butterflies grasp before his head began to reform.
It wasn't a sight for those with queasy stomaches as through the flashing paper various internal scenes could be glimpsed.
After roughly three seconds of this Kakusan was standing back there, as though nothing had happened.
His gaze was once again one of rye amusement as he surveyed the two before him.
He'd moved himself to a position where he could see the two of them with equal attention. Despite the three of them belonging to the same Village that didn't prevent 'accidents' from happening. Whether those accidents where happy or not depended on the accident.

But the other side of Kakusan brain jumped into the other side's pleasant mix by pointing out several things. Butterflies didn't fly this close to water. Additionally they didn't like the company of people. And unless she had covered herself in pollen....they shouldn't be following her.
To see if she was indeed wearing perfume or pollen, taking a few steps closer he lightly inhaled without trying to making it to obvious. Sniffing people isn't considered socially polite.
Detecting nothing he settled back down, these butterflies where her own creation. Ninjutsu perhaps? Yes it was definitely such, he was sure that it was no Genjutsu. She'd have to have incredible skill to perform such.
Now it was time to strike up a dialog with her.
"It is fine, I admit I was rather startled by the appearance of such creatures. Could you answer me as to why this beautiful creation found such an attraction to my hair?"
If she would listen to his sentence carefully, she would note that he had addressed the butterfly as a 'creation' not a 'creature'.

Arashi stared in fascination as the man's head....disintegrated, for lack of a better word. When he came closer and...sniffed her? She was a bit paralyzed. After he backed away, she held her hand out to the rogue butterfly and held it close to her heart, blushing when he asked why the little thing seemed interested in his hair.
"I-I apologize. When m-my thoughts wander, they do too..."
She quickly bowed before him, the sudden movement causing the other four resting on her to fly up.
"I promise it won't happen again!"
She was sooo unlucky. Why was that? She slowly lifted her head, just enough to see his face, and hoped he wouldn't be mad at her.

Kakusan's eyes a lot with interest as one of his suspicions was confirmed, these were not 'real' butterflies.
Smiling casually he watched as her movements apparently disturbed the butterflies, but if that was where her mind was wondering.....she might have been drawn to his hair from thoughts about anything related to darkness, or even other abject constructs of human ingenuity of connections.
So why had they flown upwards? Was she truly that desperate to get away from this situation, yet her pride demand that she make sure no one had been offended by her folly?
He shook himself out of his metal revenue as she promised it wouldn't occur again? With this he looked rather curiously at her, his eyes still dancing with the fire of curiosity.
"Please do no concern yourself, I was not injured, nor where you. There is no cause for you to be concerned. As for your thoughts wondering...."

At this Kakusan paused, gently dipped his finger on his lips, much like an artist would place their brush on a easel, and drew a rather random shape in the air, the mind wasn't a rational thing, and this random aerial construct was designed to take advantage of that.
"It is but the nature of the mind to inquire and wonder. For that is how we ask questions, and when we pose a question, we tend to attempt an answer. And thus we learn."
At this Kakusan sighed, he didn't really know what do to now, he passed a rather indirect glance at the walking, living mummy leaning against the wall. It wasn't a challenging gaze, but if the mummy was watching him he would be able to see the tiny movement of the eyes, a brief flicker of violent primrose. Then it was gone again.

Greed had watched the actions of the young boy and even listened to the exchanging of words between the he and the girl. The girl had drawn Greed's interest. "Young girl.....your fear is showing." he said in a low tone. His signature eerie grin creeping upon his face. His head titled to a side, his neck making a cracking noise. His eyes then looked toward the young male. Something about him had caught Greed's interest as well, but what? Greed's grin remained.

Greed leaned off the wall, raising his arms out to his sides, stretching. His bare muscles flexing. The man was in good physical condition for his age. After his little stretching he returned his attention to the girl. "Young girl, what do they call you?" his voice low and raspy.

Though she was slightly intimidated by the some-what mummified man, she tried her best to be kind to both him and the man who had just...separated his head from his body. She began fidgeting with the butterfly in her hands and blushed.
"O-Oh, I'm Arashi Hokousha. I-It's nice to meet you both!"
She stopped herself from doing anything else stupid and instead dared to look up at them.
"I-Is there anything you need help with? I-I'm not busy at the moment, so...err..."
Cue her feeling really embarrassed. She really needed to learn to talk with more confidence.

Kakusan inclined his head politely to the young girl, who's name was now discovered to be Arashi. "Kakusan, although some just prefer Kaku."
His statement was short and simply, yet left no doubt that he was referring to his own name. Not one to exclude someone, he paused suitably to see if the Mummy man would interject his own name, thus pushing past the phase of simply 'acquainted' on the spur of the moment.

Kakusan pushed his hair away from his forehead in a move of detached calamity. He himself didn't have anything important going on, he would appreciate to partake in the mock combat that young Shinobi often enjoyed, but he doubted that this was the moment. Besides, something spoke to him about this girl, he doubted that she would be a trifling matter. Perhaps it had something to do with his present company.
Kakusan again let his gaze slide over to the Mummy, he was slightly curious to whether with man was a shinobi, all those dang bandages made it slightly difficult to tell. A part of him was curious as to what he looked like without those loosely hanging bits of linen. But it was again obvious that Kakusan was outclassed by these two, if the look of them was anything to tell.
It would be wise to avoid combat here.
Turning to the girl he let a lopsided grin paint itself across his face. "I have no pressing matters to turn my hand. Is there anything that catches your fancy?"
He said this to Arashi, and to the Mummy he spoke; "And would you like to see a chiropractor for that neck, I know it isn't good to have that cracking noise when flexing your bones. Although I am slightly envious that you can do it."
Kakusan proved his point by attempting to crack his knuckles, to which the bones failed to meet and thus produce the noise.

Greed, smiling like always, listened the shaky voice of the girl. He would allow the eyes on his bandages to gaze into her soul, so to speak. They held no ability other than to inspire inner thought upon the one they were faced toward. The young male then introduced himself. Greed made note of both of their names and made sure to match the faces as well. Greed ignored the male's remark about his neck, it did not interest him. In fact, he was now to leave the two be. "I need no help with anything young Arashi." he said to the girl in a rather empty tone. He then turned toward Kakusan and gave the same eerie grin. "I bid you both farewell...and good health." he said plainly. With that he walked away, leaving them to the company of each other.

[Exit]

It was here, this place. He could smell her. Who could forget their own scent anyway. That would be odd. Did she really think she could run away from her master so easily? Or that was what he liked to call himself. Not really calling himself an equal to the girl. That would be mighty redundant. He waltzed around, clapping his hands. Waiting to see if the girl would be seen. He had been keeping a keen out for her anyway. It was driving him wild. He was getting mighty upset, too bad however. He had wanted to have some fun.

He grinned as he looked about, not able to find his beloved sweet Arashi. How sad. Perhaps he was going to need a little assistance. Yes. That was exactly what the situation called for. He moved his elegant wrist out, and with a poof a girl appeared. Fragile with smooth skin, her eyes a rubicund, her hair, draping down in silver locks. Magenta flowers adorning her hair, clasping them into the classic bun shape, her body clingy tightly to the kimono that displays muted fans, her sash a tan similar to the desert. A nigger rope upon her body.

He would clasp hold of the chakra strings, tugging them as the girl he controlled seemed to make eye contact. "Find her, now." He smirked with his pearly white teeth shining, perhaps that was because he was a dark ass Negro, but that was not the real case. He clapped his hands, and the girl went off. Walking about and searching. Obeying her creators orders, she then came across the girl in which Casus' owned. She would nod her head a bit, as Casus arrived not that soon after. He had an intense look upon his eyes, smirking a bit. He was adorn in his overly exaggerated manner of dress, the colors this time where blue and yellow, all sparkling about in the light, his make-up upon his skin being as white as ever. He would tilt his head upwards, his red eyes peering over to the female he loved oh so much, the only being that had ever seen him out of his makeup, and out of these crazy clothes. He remembered, his mind flickering. He remembered exactly how he had met her. Oh the memories of it all, causing him to smile. He was actually a dark-skinned guy, but one could not tell that in his current attire. If anything he looked like a jester, a court jester.

"Now, tell me. Why did you go running off again? You know how much I worry about you my darling Arashi. Come, its time for us to leave this place. Tell your new friend goodbye. All of that jazz. Etc etc. Mufakaekekekkekeke!!!" He would laugh out in excitement as he looked at the mean before him. This one was a weird one, luckily he was deemed worthy. Nothing bad would come from this today. Casus turned on his hell and began to walk off. Snapping his fingers, which was like an order for Arashi to follow. After-all, he had things to accomplish.

[Exit]

Arashi almost jumped when she saw a familiar girl...Oh no, had she upset him? She turned to Kakusan and bowed her head.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Kaku-san! I have to go now...."
She blinked and looked down at the butterfly in her hand...Then timidly placed it on his head again.
"P-Please take it. A-As a way of me having to apologize for leaving so suddenly."
She waved to him and turned around, running after Casus. The girl had learned to live with his personality and choice of clothing quite easily, and held him in a special place in her heart. He didn't mind that she was such a clutz either, as proven by their first meeting.
"C-Casus-sama, please wait!"
She ran after him as quickly as she could, knowing that although he wouldn't leave her, he might get really upset if she dilly-dallied. Plus, she had to explain why she had been here....

[Exit]

Kakusan watched with some dry curiosity as he watched those around him leave in a flurry of events, the only reminder that they where ever there was this small butterfly on his shoulder.
Giving the creation a small grin his mind began to wander as to what he could do with his new companion, perhaps it could carry messages and the like. And was it possible he could infuse it with his own chakra to sustain it?
Never mind that now, it was time to leave, and through the Shinobi's favorite method of transportation his body flickered and vanished.
[Exity]