The Mystery Of Setsuna

Hisoka walked along the outskirts of Kirigakure. The teenager was still not over the grief of losing his mentor and acting father. He had no desire to be bothered by others, so that's why he had chosen a solemn path to just walk, isolated from the fuss of the Village. His headband was strapped to his forehead, but his brown bangs hung down over it shielding most of it from view. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans that wear faded and "sagged" around his waist. He had on a black T-shirt, with a white unzipped hoodie due to it being a little chilly.

The wind blew harshly as dark clouds settled above, and a soft drizzle soon followed. Hisoka reached back and flicked his hood over his head and continued to walk. Trying to clear his head and think of what to do from now.

It was one of those random days where a Shinobi had no reason for living; there was absolutely nothing good going on right now. His hands had been stained with the blood of a child, metaphorically, and he didn't really know what to do right now. Niiro stared into the sky from the outskirts of the village that he once belonged to. He stood on top of a building seemed to be out of place and lying on the borderland of the village. He wondered if the waters were shark infested here, but then again what would be the point of him wasting his own life when so many did before him?

The white haired ninja had continued to stare in the sky and was getting lost in his own thoughts once again. His hair, as well as his poncho that matched in color, were swaying in the wind. Although it was kinda windy out here, Masuta was still pretty covered by his poncho; the only that was being shown was from the bottom half of his pants and down. He kept his eyes on the sky for reasons unknown. His thoughts would remain dormant in his mind for a while.

Hisoka continued to walk as the winds slowly died down to a simply breeze, and the drizzle subsided to a light mist. "How ironic.." Hisoka muttered, as he shoved his hand into his pocket and removed a package of menthol cigarettes. Pulling one of the smoking sticks from the pack, he placed it back in his pocket, and also grabbed a lighter. Hisoka placed the cigarette between his lips and striked the lighter, then inhaled the toxic, yet minty fresh, smoke into his lungs. With the week he had had, he needed a blunt instead of something that was killing him.

As he continued his goalless wandering, puffing on the cigarette all the while, he glanced up to see a man who appeared to be solid white from the waist up. The Kurigakure Genin currently looked upon this man with the same outlook one would upon a bee; the classic 'it won't bother me, if I don't bother it.' An as such, he continued to walk in the mist, which luckily had not yet been a hindrance of keeping his cigarette lit.

As Niiro had began to doze off into the darkest corners of his mind it began to rain, yes rain. The rain wasn't as hard as it could have been, but that was fine; either way it set out for a depressing scene. Could this place get any worse? Maybe a giant creature was going to rise up out of the depths of hades, but he doubted that very much. He clenched a projectile weapon in his right hand ever so dearly because one must be prepared for anything, right? Could anything that horrid truly about to happen very soon? Once again, this was something that the male had doubted, but he would figure out what would happen some time soon.

As the rain had hit his hair and his face the was distant scent of smoke in the, and it sure as hell wasn't the good smoke. After getting a whiff of second hand smoke, he officially declared that there was someone besides himself in this area. He looked in the direction of which the smoke was coming and was wondering what could someone be doing out here? Before the boy could even walk in front of Niiro a blade was thrown and went to cut the entire cancer stick in half. He then said, "you know, those things are dangerous; they could kill you." He wondered what the other male would have to say to that.

A weapon of sorts soared through the air and sliced Hisoka's cigarette in half, before sticking and resting in the ground. The man in white was responsible for this, and he soon spoke out commenting on the health risk of cigarettes. This sort of angered the Genin. Who was this man to come out of no where and not only ruin Hisoka's time of peace, but to also ruin his cigarette and continue on to lecture him about it.

"Getting involved in the business of someone you know nothing about could also be considered dangerous; What do you want?" Hisoka replied edgily, becoming more alert in case the man in white had come with ill intentions. Being upset was no excuse for the young Shinobi to let his guard down.

Masuta watched as the cigarette was cut in half and was then put out into the ground. He then heard the bellowing of the boy and had figured that the simple act that he had just done may have upset him; all Niiro was doing was looking out for the health of the boy, but it would seem that the boy did not care. He hopped down from off of the building, landing safely on the ground and looked at boy somewhat fiercely. He showed him his whitish-blue eyes, more white than blue, and said, "I was only looking out for your health that is all." He looked out to the ocean and wondered how deep it truly was and if it held any treasures or secrets. His mind was wandering a lot lately.

He cracked his knuckles and moved his shoulder around a little bit until it popped, then he started to walk away. Only taking a few small steps he then said, "I just believe that members of my old village shouldn't be so reckless with their lives like that." He paused and turned his body to the boy looking directly in his eyes, "You remind me of someone I once knew, but still if you want to risk your life risk it in the line of battle." With that being said he began to walk away. His mind was still drifting right now, so he might have a hard time paying any attention.

The man jumped from the building, and descended to the ground before looking, or rather glaring at Hisoka. Similar to his upper body clothing and hair, the man also had white eyes, or rather white eyes with a slight blueish tint to them. He spoke to say that he was only looking out for Hisoka, which made this encounter all the more strange. To add even further to the abnormality of this meeting, the man seemed to zone out momentarily and stare at the ocean.

Knuckles were cracked, followed by a shoulder being popped. These actions from the man resulted in Hisoka taking a few precautionary steps backwards, in case the cracked knuckles served as a warning for what was to come. Hisoka's paranoia was proven to be a waste as the man took a few steps away from the Genin, before once again continuing to speak. "Members of your old Village? Who are--" Hisoka trailed off as the man turned and looked into his eyes, the whitish orbs that were the mans eyes were truly something that was not seen often, and were simply.. Weird. Probably what caused Hisoka not to finish his question. The man then said Hisoka reminded him of someone he once knew. Hisoka was raised by one person, so how he could trigger a memory of anyone but the man known as his Mentor, Setsuna, was beyond him. This, combined with the fact that the man before him was once from the village that Hisoka shared with his mentor, led Hisoka to make the assumption that this man had known Setsuna.

"Wait.. Who do I remind you of?"

Niiro stopped walking as he started to hear the question of the boy and it would seem that the boy was starting to wonder who exactly the Swordsmen was, but would it truly be right for him to just give the boy the information that was being asked of him? Masuta needed to figure out how to get things how he wants them to be, or did he already have it how it was supposed to be? He turned to the boy and said to him, "You just remind me of an Uchiha I once met, that's all." He coughed as he looked away.

His fist had clenched for a moment as he began to recollect his past and the things that he had done. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his old Leaf Village headband, staring at it with an intense hate. He had felt that his entire life was a lie now, being that he had just learned about his true identity and power not too long ago. He clenched the headband before sticking it back into his pocket and coughed; of course he looked away when he coughed. He then said to the boy, "Did you think that I was talking about someone you knew?" After that being said he looked at the boy and watched to see what his response would be.

"An Uchiha...?" Hisoka repeated aloud as the man coughed. Something about that name seemed familiar, extremely familiar. The memories, or what was left of the few memories his brain retained, flooded back as the man pulled a Konohagakure headband out of his pocket. There had been a clan called the Uchiha Clan back in his old village; Konoha. But Hisoka was only there until he was five, but he did have an odd feeling that the Uchiha were more to him than simply a clan from his old village. Either way, Hisoka's instinct had been proven incorrect, the man had not been speaking of Setsuna.

The man deposited the headband back into his pocket as he coughed once more, looking away from Hisoka. He inquired if Hisoka had thought he was speaking of someone he knew, and Hisoka's first inclination was to deny it and speak nothing more of the subject, for his own safety. But this Shinobi.. He was obviously older and more experienced than Hisoka was; If he wanted Hisoka dead, it would already be done. "I thought you were talking about a Clansmen of mine who just died recently.. I am Setsuna, Hisoka, by the way." Hisoka concluded his statement with an introduction, which was backwards from most customs, but the other man had started this conversation, and he had yet to introduce himself.

As soon as he heard the words "An Uchiha?" in that form it would seem that Niiro wasn't talking about the person that this kid thought that he was. He figured that he might be able to get it out of him, but what would be the point in that? He had no reason to get useless information out of the boy. The only reason he would need some information on someone was if he planned on killing them or if he needed to find them somewhere. He obviously didn't need to. He then heard the boy say what his name was, and he had never heard it before, but it did sound a little off. It had sound like the last name shouldn't be what it was, but he wasn't going to judge right now. He figured that it would only be proper to state his name as well.

He cracked his neck because of some kinks in it then he said, "I am Jigen Niiro Masuta, but you may call me Masuta." He didn't care that the boy asked of his name, he had no reason to lie. He then surveyed the boy and said, "You don't look like you were originally from Kirigakure, did you move here or something?" He was now starting a conversation. He figured that he would just to figure out more about this boy.

"Masuta.. I am from Kirigakure, I assure you," Hisoka lied, still following the words of his mentor even after his death. "My teacher was Setsuna, he's the person that died.. And the sword you carry with you makes me think of the sword that he always had with him." Hisoka said, to strengthen the lie that he was originally from Kirigakure. Atleast it made it sound like he had some history there.
(OOC: It's apparently cloudy now?)

The rain had stopped completely now and only the clouds were left behind. The young Ninja now took off his hood, which had efficiently done its job of keeping his brown hair dry. He swiped some of the water off of his jacket as he awaited the response from the man. The story was believable, to the whole village at least. So Hisoka was not worried at at all.

Although the boy said that he was from Kirigakure, Niiro still didn't believe him for a moment; he had seen the people that lived in these parts, and for some reason this boy didn't really set him off as someone from this village. He wondered if he could get it out of the boy what village he was truly from, but he wouldn't stress about it as of now. What had worried him was when the boy started talking about his sword and he didn't even know that he had it revealed. He closed his poncho and before he could say anything the rain stopped falling from the sky. The only thing now was that it was cloudy in the sky; not a single shed of water dropped.

He looked up then back at the boy, allowing every single drop of water to drip off the back of his head. He then said to the boy, "Hmm.... What do you know about these swords?" Before he would say anything else he had to figure out what this kid knew.

"I do not know much. Setsuna-san always wore his strapped around his back, unless we were training. But I never saw him without it. Since his death though, it just seems to have disappeared." Hisoka answered, as the sun continued to be blocked by the numerous clouds. Hisoka did however notice how the man reacted strangely to his mentioning of the sword. This once again caused Hisoka to have suspicions that Masuta and Setsuna were connected in some way or another.

A short moment of silence, and before the man could respond to the first statement, Hisoka once again began to inquire. "Why does everyone with a sword, keep them so secretive? What's the big deal?" Whether it had been smart to speak out and question him bluntly, the young boy did not know.

After hearing what the boy had to say he figured that the sword must have meant something special to this guy called Setsuna; he was starting to wonder if this guy named Setsuna was once a Shinobi Swordsmen like himself. He knew that if this guy was anything like himself then the sword was of mass importance. He had figured that this kid was wondering about these swords and their meaning, or at the very least he was being somewhat nosy.

It had gotten silent for a moment or so, maybe because they were both thinking of something to say or because they didn't know what to say. Unfortunately, as soon as he was about to say something the boy had asked him a question. Niiro looked to the boy and said, "A sword is like an extension of one's self, each one being somewhat unique to the user. We all care about are blades as if they were our own being." He didn't know what the boy would say about that, but he waited for Hisoka's response.

Hisoka listened to the mans answer to his question, and for the next thirty seconds or so Hisoka remained silent as he thought something over. "If they are that important, then... I've got the answer for what I came out here to do. I needed to know what I had to do, and now I gotta go find that sword Setsuna had. No one else should have it but me, after all." Hisoka said with a false confidence. In reality, he had no way of doing it. He didn't know where it was, what to do, how to get wherever.

This time it was Hisoka of the two that zoned out and stared off at the sky, watching the clouds float around and the leaves that fell from nearby trees. Hisoka wasn't sure of what else to say, this encounter hadn't been planned and Hisoka was far too quick to trust the man before him. He still was not sure how this meeting would end.

After saying what he had to say, he listened to what the boy had to say. It would seem that now he wanted to search for sword of his master. Masuta wasn't one to encourage the doing of things that could eventually lead to one's death or misfortune, but he didn't know what to say in this case. He could see that this was heavily upon the boy's heart, so he had to think of something. He then said as the boy was staring off into the sky, "If you want this sword, I suggest you search for it. One can't give up on something that they want even if they don't know what the outcome will be." That was all he had to say as of right now.

He stared out into the dark sky and wondered what was he to do now, and what exactly was going on with the other Shinobi Swordsmen. He coughed again and said to Hisoka, "I'll see you some other time, I need to check up on some things." With that being said he put his hood from his poncho over his head and disappeared with a flicker leaving somewhat of an afterimage there.

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