On a personal note

Another day in the land of Yuki left a very boring and cold chill on the land. The snow above moved slowly and whimsically, as if it were carefree in the air. Frost sat on the windows of a small home in its own little cluster of similar looking houses, the round outsides covered in snow with a few piles stacking against the outer walls. The chilling look almost depressing as the whitish glow of the morning was fogged with the icy air. Being a single story home was the only thing that distinguished the small, off-white building, the door a dark stone giving it a small bit of color. Otherwise the outside looked like a blank canvas that had been overlooked.

Entering the door led to a small little room with a short, square, wooden table, standing on its stubs. A cushion sitting a dark blue color on either side of the ends. Along the window sat the curve of a dark green curtain, despite the fact it didn't match, tied away so any stray rays of light could illuminate the room. A dark couch rested in a few rays of the peaking sun. The wooden floor led into the next room, a small kitchen sporting only the essentials. Walls running a matching wooden look all around and down the hall. A small bedroom left a quite dull appearance, kept neat and tidy to the point where it seemed as if no one lived there. The small bed was a single, covered in a black blanket and sat beneath a window, allowing light to seep from the translucent glass and into the otherwise dark room. Near the bed a shelf sat with scattered books and scrolls.

Hiroko had just finished making her bed and stood in the kitchen. The recovery from the last mission was obvious, she had a few more scars but as to their positions was unknown, hidden beneath the kimono-like robe she wore for lazing. She had nothing important to do today as far as she knew and in that note, it allowed her to rest. Pulling out a bowl, she poured herself a bowl of noodles and walked to the living room, allowing herself to fall into a cross-legged position on one of the two cushions. Her eyes closed in a brief moment of assumed prayer before she grabbed her chopsticks. She was glad her head wasn't hurting anymore, it had taken nearly a week for all the aches to stop and her wounds were slightly scabby but nothing too noticeable. Her eyes rested on the bowl before her as she twirled a few on the chopsticks with ease, the same blank expression on her face. The steam seemed to match the frosty windows and despite the cold, she showed nothing of a shiver. Then again those native to the land never noticed its briskness.

(Crappy title, crappy post sorry I'm a bit tired XD )

The sky had reached its peak, and the light of the radiant ball of molten plasma showed its favor to the world of the living. It glistened down to the small building, in which the female he had enlisted to his ranks, ironically, lived. She was housed up in a place that he himself would call modest to say the least. It was actually nice however, that she had a place to live. Unlike Ouroboros who had only an office to call his home. It was however, not important on if he was going to get her or not. At the moment all that mattered was that he had made sure to utilize his ethics. He didn't really like going over to talk to people. It was not fitting of who he was or who he would become later in life. He was the leader of the most powerful force the world had ever seen, and even still he was not a good public speaker.

He walked up the the door, and raised his hand. Ready to let his fist pound against the door a few times to alert the female of his presence. But all he could feel was the sting of multiple eyes piercing him. Ouroboros knew people stared at him. It was common knowledge after all. True that being a black man in Kumogakure was normal. Being a black man in Yukigakure was not. But he paid them no mind. He let his fist hit the door a few times. Letting them know exactly what was going on. What was happening and what exactly he was there for. This caused the people to tend to their normal duties, no longer caring about the man and his social call. But that was fine to Ouroboros. He absolutely hated all that mumbo jumbo crap called ease-dropping. People needed to mind their damn business.

Taking a bite of her food, she had managed to chew a good couple minutes before a soft banging resounded from the door near her. Her brow furrowed in confusion, as she was not used to have company, ever. Swallowing her partially chewed breakfast as it were, she gathered herself and pushed herself to her feet. Not bothering to worry about appearance, as she wasn't the type to impress anyways. After all, if someone decided to drop by unannounced then they could deal with her being homely if she looked it.

Her soft footsteps led her effectively to the door where she proceeded to crack open enough to see the visitor. It took her a moment to register, and her head tilted slightly to the side but as natural she didn't seem to question it further, though neither did she shrug. Her body shifted, pulling open the door fully before stepping aside, allowing the man inside. She thought a moment before at last speaking. "This is unexpected." The sound of her voice was floating softly, the usual tone though this time a slight surprise as to the fact she didn't want to offend. In fact she had tried her best to sound welcoming, it was just a hard feat since emotions weren't her forte.

He yawned a bit. Looking back at the people who had been initially looking at him. With a smirk he entered the abode of the girl who he had just now enlisted to his ranks. She was smart but probably lacked the ability to handle herself in battle of any kind. Against an opponent who was more then just a grunt that is. He looked at the girl, and he noted her expression. Well the lack of expression anyway. He didn't feel like making any sort of drawn out or long winded conversation but he was quite happy with her performance from the last mission. It was not as if she was impressive like a prodigy or something. She was just very strong. Something he would never expect of a girl who was so secretive of herself. But he didn't want to make a big deal about it. That was for sure.

He looked around the abode and then turned to face the girl. "Sorry for, uh, knocking you out a few weeks ago. You did to much." He stated as he looked around once more. Walking over to one of her mats and taking a seat. His large sword being taken off and placed next to him on the ground. He closed his eyes and breathed in from his nose. Smelling the ramen that the girl had been eating. He then opened his purple eyes, they focused over to her once more. He was being mute, he didn't tell her why he was here, nor did he announce a new mission. He just simple came to visit. Or at the surface that would be what her appeared to be here for. It was his place to be regardless.

Hiro scrunched her brow slightly and shut the door, her steps light and almost weightless. Barely resounding taps crossed the ground as she found herself sitting back at her seat. The warm soup simply sitting in front of her as she stared with a questioning glance. Her words didn't address the subject that questioned her mind. "No, it's fine. I would have passed out anyway." Her words seemed oddly strong for something that would have embarrassed a normal person. However as always she showed nothing towards feeling weak or exposed, she simply showed a curiosity like a cat. Her eyes narrowed slightly, always analyzing, always debating on what to do next and what to expect next.

Her body shifted as her wrists reached and grabbed her chopsticks, "I hope you don't mind my finishing my breakfast." It seemed the way she spoke was implying she didn't really care one way or another if he would give permission for her to eat or not. Of course should he say not to eat in front of him, she'd oblige with that same expressionless reaction. It seemed nothing phased the girl though at least she had shown shock to the man, however unintentional it was and curiosity was much more prominent.

He simply stared at her as she ate her meal. His purple eyes cutting into her soul. Or attempting to anyway. If he was going to be working with this stoic female. He would have to learn to understand her. He would focus incentively however. He really cared for her well being. He was not used to people of her personality type, due to the fact that he was simply too damn used to people being as vibrant as he was. She was a mystery and he enjoyed that faucet of her life. IT made him curious and he had thought he had seen just about everything in this world. Turns out her was wrong. Dead wrong.

He lifted up from his seat and began to pace around her house. "There is a new mission. I have to talk to you about it because it involves us returning to Konoha." He stated as he keep his pace upwards. Moving about the room. "It is an S-Ranked Mission. Which is why I wish to discuss the details with you now." He stated as he stopped, and looked at the girl with his eyes intense. He calculated the amount of time it was going to take for him to explain the mission in his head and then sighed. "First. Do you wish to accompany on this mission." He asked first and foremost.

Finishing her first, well second bite of food almost as quickly as the first, her eyes refused to acknowledge the man unless she had been done chewing. Her eyes heightened to where he stood and almost questioned, unphased by his dagger-like look. It was as per usual that her expression remained sort of blank, her eyes simply following as he moved about the floor. An s-rank mission? That's a bit dangerous... She mulled it over in her head and her eyes only relatively showing the slight intrigue that held her. Slowly the icy pupils moved back and forth as he paced, his pausing only to ask her a simply question.

Her response seemed slow, despite her wits, but it was more the fact that she had plenty going through her mind at the time. Her face seemed to show a deep in thought expression before she turned back to her food and spoke softly, "I shall go if I am needed." As usual her apathy was less than enthusiastic, but it was better than some. After the last mission, most ninja would probably retire, or back out immediately which would more than likely be the smarter decision. However Hiro tended to make decisions more beneficial to the other members of the party. Whether that being a shield as last time or even giving her life.

He looked at the girl and shook his head. Looking at her with a distinct form of dismay etched on his face. He was nearly sincere in his face. That was for sure. "Why do you accept this so easily? You do realize how intense these missions can become correct?" He shook his head and slammed his fist into his palms. Looking at the girl with a cold distinct expression. He knew exactly how he would fix this odd female. She was unique to him. Her cold icy exterior only seemed to reflect what he was trying to convey. He didn't want this girl to be so eager to pledge her life to a man she didn't even know. "This is ridiculous. I ask them for warriors. Mindless tools that I can use for my own personal gain in any way I see fit. And they give me you? A girl who has extraordinary combat prowess and has the dexterity to match me." He stated as he looked at the girl. He spoke in a confusing way. It seemed to have no meaning or did it. He was speaking much to fast to be understood. That however was a fact. One that he would not attempt to downplay or edit in his mind. He knew this girl would be confused or not confused it would be up to the girl. That was a truth that was not going to be broken for anyone on this planet or the next.

One thing remains however. He could not stand this girl. She might be interesting. She might be amazing to him. But she was too hidden. Ouroboros hated secrets. He had to fight back the urge to kill her out of sheer rage. On god his rage. It was intense. He closed his eyes and then spoke out too her. She was being great, but horrid to him. "I think...perhaps..." He stated as he turned around and headed to the door. Grabbing the handle he smiled and then spoke out to her. "You. I can not trust you until you trust me. You refuse to explain to me anything about you. So I shall break my own rule and talk to you about me. I am Ouroboros Gekisen. I go by the alias Deep Freeze and I am an Missing Ninja from Kirigakure. My people, my group and band of murderers known as the Swordsmen invaded and took over this nation. I am their leader. I am also the strongest man alive in the world currently. I have taken a liking to this village. I have become is Yukikage. I am glad to have met you Ms. Metsuru. The Hyouten." He stated so that she knew he already knew everything about her prior to their meeting. He headed out the door and let it close behind him. He was kind of underwhelmed. He lifted himself up and jumped up hard. Landing on the roof far from her house. He would sit there. Contemplating.

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