Drown the sorrow in thunderstorms and... with ecchi?? [Riku only]

It had been a few days since Yoshiko and Matsu had gone to their mission, however interesting ending that had gotten. At first she hadn't really been that determined where to go after parting ways with her new friend. Konoha was mysteriously pulling at the young girl and yet she knew that there was nothing waiting for her there. And there never would be. Yoshimaru, the first person she had bonded with wasn't there anymore. And he wasn't either at Kumogakure. With dry eyes, Yoshiko stared ahead of herself, even if her right eye was covered with hair. There was still stuck in her a feeling of... a strange emotion that could only be described as a bottomless sorrow, desperation even, after she had seen the flowers dead in her apartment. Those flowers which her Konoha friend had left her, to always remember him and to see that he was alive, they had been laying lifeless, scattered on the table. This was exactly why she had always avoided getting close to anyone. This feeling, like someone was squeezing her insides and made it difficult for her to swallow. And yet, she didn't cry. Yoshiko had forgotten how to cry just as she had forgotten how to smile.

So here she was, sitting on the ground against a lone tree at the outskirts of Amegakure. However the reason she was here in Ame was because she had been summoned, to her surprise. While she had been slowly wandering around between the large countries, a summon had found her. Summoned spiders. Bugs had never creeped her out, so watching the tarantulas approach her hadn't bothered the brunette the least. But their purpose, to summon her back here, was what made her feel curious. She knew, oh she knew who was summoning her. Finally she would be able to meet her leader again and perhaps receive some orders. That was something she -really- needed at the moment. Leaning her head back, resting it against the solid tree behind her back, Yoshiko tried to remember her first encounter with her leader. He had been hiding his figure, and his face, in a dark coat. There was nothing really to make out of him, other than he was rather tall. Well, his eyes had also been seen. And those eyes were still haunting the Tomoko girl. How strange it was to always be able to remember that color, that look.

I wonder if I will also remember Yoshimaru for a long time... Blue eyes, warm smile, that dark and long hair. An irritated look crossed her beautiful face for a second as she felt again that sting in her chest. Her visible, dark purple eye kept staring without really seeing anything onto the ground. She had sitten completely motionless for probably an hour if not more. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest thing to sit out there when there were thunders cracking on the sky, but somehow she felt like those thunders were being related to her mood. It was weird to feel this... human now. It confused her and made her almost wish she hadn't ever met Yoshimaru, although she knew that it was thanks to him that she was still human and able to communicate at least a little bit more with others. But what good would that do her? She was doomed to be a loner from what it seemed.

Yes.. make noises... be mad. Her gaze had gone up to the sky, wishing she could scream and hit something while letting out whatever it was that seemed to be stuck inside of her. Would the nature be able to make her feel more at ease? What was also making her feel rather torn, was the sight of a single flower which was still alive. Yoshimaru's son. She couldn't just go out there and search for him though. That was just impossible! First of all then she was a wanted ninja, and second of all ... her with a kid? No way. So what to do... other than sit here and hope that my summoner will come and tell me what to do? Was it a coward's way to act like that? Most probably.... but she chose to just, ignore that.

He let out a cold breath, harsh in the air where it was released. It sent a instant chill in the room that Riku was laying in. He laid on his back on the feathered bed, the lights were dimmed slightly but it wasn't enough to darken the room entirely. Riku could see fine, with or without the lights, he could see regardless. He lets out another harsh and cold breath, it spread over the room in haste, fogging everything. The mirror formed snowflake formations, the window began to freeze, he heard a splintering noise as he breathed in, he smiled a bit.

There was a scratching noise coming from the door, small like tiny legs trying to reach into the slit. Riku twist his body from the bed and walks over to the door. He opens the door and immediately looks down at the floor where the tarantula shadow being was at his feet. It sanked into the shadow that Riku created underneath, though there was no light source, the shadow underneath his foot seem darker than anything else that was black around him. He closed his eyes and saw a faint color of a rose petal, the chakra for one of the female Akatsuki members.

"Yoshiko has arrived" in his head, a voice of low and seductive tone said. Riku smiled "It would be informal for us to not to greet her" The voice in his head, the other Riku as Riku put it, was never wrong in incidences like this. He was the man who dealt with all of the passions and lust in his mind and of course, it would be natural for him to exist being that a true Shikyo breeds both life and death. Riku represent death perhaps and the other represented life. It was probably vice versa but nonetheless, he was the other side of him.

The air in the room finally warmed itself up and he could see outside the window that it was still pouring-it's quite a shocker to see it rain-outside on the cold concrete village. His hand went up to the cool window, pressing against it and he felt the warmth of chakra stream into his hand. It was an overflood of souls rushing through his hand and into his body, feeling all of the sorrow of this village in one was like drowning in a sea with no escape. The hatred, the pain, the sorrow, the madness, the chaos all in through his body and then he felt the soft whisper of Yoshiko, her mind was distant and away, away to some forgotten land of failure and hopelessness. He couldn't exactly see what she was thinking, she wasn't far but the negativity in the village was not balance for him to sense.

He walks to the door, by it was a coat rack and dripping down onto the carpet was the wet cloak he had use to enter into this village. He wrapped it over himself and the hood covered his entire face completely only showing a dark figure with no head. Though it was not commented, if he carried a scythe and look as if he was floating, he could probably convince many people he was death himself. His dad commented that the people who said that the reaper wore a cloak like that are the same who said that the earth is flat and the sun revolved around the earth. The scythe part, however, was up for debate since his father did favor scythes.

As he was leaving the hotel, he step into the lobby walking down the long stretch of the hallway towards the door. The thunderstorm outside was ever so increasing in tension, though there wasn't lightning as of yet, the thunder was rumbling in the background. He could see that there wasn't anyone in this quite large hotel. They were already in there rooms already, not wanting to come down because, well Riku didn't want them crowding in the area as of yet. He had some plan to deal with the large lobby but again, it was up for debate whether he use it or not.

The attendent, roughly five three and petite asked in the kindness voice she could possibly act if he needed anything. Riku turned his head to meet her eyes and for an instant the attendent couldn't speak. Her mouth was agaped at what appeared to be horror at a far glance but her eyes displayed something else: estatic ectasy. He walks over to the desk where she was stationed and he leans in to her ear. She did not back away nor did she want to, her eyes fluttered he began to speak. Her moans were soft and almost inaudiable to the ear but Riku could hear it and so could the other and that place a smile on both of there faces. She fell back into the chair and her eyes open wondering what had happen. When she looked at the front desk she saw that there was no one there, the thunder in the background increased in sound and intensity.

The rain pattered softly now, walking in the calm of the storm with people walking by, it felt as though this is what the world is right now. There is a storm coming it's way and people are mildly prepared as to what is actually happening. They only see the superficial part of the storm, the true storm lied in the eye of it. The smell of roses and the sight of the rosy color aura was strong in this place. Walking down a few blocks from his hotel, he saw the source of such lovely aura. He looked down to see a woman in the rain, sitting down as if homeless and all the shelters refuse to take her in.

He kneel down to her level. What he saw was the beautiful face of a young woman who was at the point of blossoming more over time. It is what humans are good at and Riku and the other enjoyed such beauty of age. He shook his head seeing that it was Yoshiko. He stood up and said "Get up" it was calm and pleasant yet stern for her to listen "If you plan on moping, at least mope somewhere warm" it was Riku's voice alright but there was another voice in there as well. It was lingering in the back, someone who was talking but it was very indirect as if he was sitting in the background.

He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her sitting position. It felt like a swift jerk but Riku didn't give her the chance to react. "Don't wallow away, otherwise the madness of this world will begin to consume you whole" He was close to her. Very close to her in fact. She would realize it when he saw his lips part a smile. He couldn't see his eyes, those eyes that transformed colors like day turning into night. His narrow jawline gave way to something that would lead that this person underneath the mask was something more than a handsome man.

Even if she was somewhat sheltered underneath the branches of the tree, Yoshiko could feel the cold and the dampness starting to seep into her clothes and chill down her skin. She was by now pretty sure her lips were the same color as her healthy eye, but it didn't matter to her if she was cold or not. So far was she starting to sink into her own depression that kept taking small bites out of her soul as the years passed and she was getting beyond the point of really caring for anything anymore. Not that she really -had- that much to care for. But thanks to a certain Konoha Jounin, then her head was starting to feel pretty messed up. What was there really for her out there? Nothing. Her sister perhaps? But how was she ever going to get to her, other than having to fight and fight? See more blood, have more of the iron-smelling liquid on her hands. And perhaps that search was what would finally end her own life. Her slender hand went down to the ground beside her, stroking softly over the blade of her katana which was laying there against the tree also. It was too long for her to have it on her back as she was sitting on the ground. Should I leave this cursed village? Go and find my sister and take her somewhere where no one can find us. Deep down the old her, the stronger personality, started to protest. It was weak to feel sorry for one self. It wasn't right.

The Tomoko girl didn't notice anyone getting closer to her, until all of the sudden there was a dark figure kneeling down in front of her. Without doing much more than blinking in confusion, Yoshiko wondered how it could have been that she hadn't noticed that person. Somehow, she didn't reach for her weapon though, as if she could feel that there wasn't any threat or danger in the atmosphere. A slight shiver ran through her as a woosh of wind circled around them both. This figure seemed.. familiar. This deep, pleasant voice also seemed very familiar even if it was like she hadn't heard it for a while. And was it her misunderstanding, or was there a hint of another voice? That didn't even make sense to the young girl, so she for now decided to put that aside. What? Moping? I'm not mop-.. Well she couldn't very well just try to deny that, even if it prickled her pride, when it was very obvious and true. A hand went on her own, dragging her upright until she was standing in front of the man which she was starting to be very sure of who was. It didn't bother her what he had done, since she did respect him and his strength, and in her books that meant he was allowed to be around her without her fierce gaze trying to freeze him up. But she did wonder why people liked touching each other this much. Yoshimaru had always been hugging her, wanting to express his feelings with a friendly pat or a touch that was never anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. But she did find it rather.. pointless. You could very well talk to someone else without always having to touch them. And hugs.. well hugs were an excuse to want to squeeze someone else and try to suffocate them.

Glancing down at the strong hand that had the grip on her, Yoshiko then slowly looked up. Her gaze trailed up his long, dark clad form. They were very close to each other, making her feel just a little bit fidgety even if he hadn't done anything yet but help her up and speak to her. There was this personal bubble she had, and it was always uncomfortable when people entered it. Finally her eye stopped at the shadow under the hood. There wasn't much that she could make out of his face, just a faint outline of his mouth as a smile was displayed in her direction. His jawline seemed to be well formed, making Yoshiko wonder if perhaps the only reason he hid his face was because he disliked being recognized, instead of him having any disforming scars which he wouldn't want to be stared at. Pretty much like she was. Sure she thought she looked alright in an indifferent way while her thick hair hid a part of her face. But whenever she pushed those locks away, she saw the long scar which lay down from her forehead and along side her right eye. That icy-blue color which her right eye had, a color that was the same one as her father's eyes had held, and yet somewhat colder in Yoshiko's opinion. She only saw herself as a monster, and that scar reminded her brutally of her past. And so she refused to reveal her monster side to anyone. Pulling lightly at her hand, trying to wrench free from his hold without actually looking rude, Yoshiko glanced to the side.

"Has...the time come?" Her low, comfortable voice finally sounded out in the silence that had been starting to grow. Of course she was talking about a mission of some sort, or a gathering of all the members, but sometimes her way of speaking could easily confuse others. Riku might take that question in a different way, but to herself it made perfect sense. Her gaze ran over their surroundings as she wondered if perhaps there were more people there. Her face tilted upwards again, her slow breathing was barely noticable, as she waited on his reply. Her skin was getting colder and as she had thought then her lips really -were- starting to get a pale blue color. A few drops which fell from the leaves of the treebranches above them fell into her hair, trailed down before falling onto her long eyelashes and lingered there like small diamonds.

That purposeful look of her eyes which emit the inner sadness she had was what drew Riku to her when he first recruited her. That day when he stood in front of her as such, his hands deep in the coats pocket and of course the blacken cloak where the hood only revealed a void rather than a face. He asked her to join because...well she was human. Many shinobi that joined the organisation were more close to monsters, including himself. Having a human wasn't like hiring a person due to there race but rather putting some variety where monsters thrive.

Riku drew away from her and didn't answer her question. The thunder had roared up above them and if Riku had said anything, she would not had heard due to him saying it low or he did'nt say anything at all. His hand led itself towards her lower back, like a father leading on his daughter to move or a lover who was ready to wrap his arms around her, and led her straight down the path to the hotel.

"You stand in this weather and it wouldn't be a surprise if you catch something" he said. He drew his arm back when Yoshiko began to walk beside her. His hands drew together in the back and he stood somewhat erect but enough to give him a feel of him lowering himself. Yoshiko could only see the void of blackness in the hood again. He was remain an engima once more "You just got here, that's good. The others will arrive shortly. You are going to stay with me however, I couldn't hold a conscious thought to see someone like you being outside in the rain like that"

He sounded older. It's a hard thing to describe but he didn't sound like he was a young man. His tone of voice may had sound mellow and calm but underneath it she would hear that other voice lingering in the background. It wasn't coming out of his voice, it was more speaking in her head. It was low in her mind, deep as if it was contemplating on she appeared. It was stripping off the clothes she had on, a tantalizing look that was ready to feast itself with pleasures of the body. The voice was smiling, touching, kissing, feeling-wanting more and more-caressing.

She had to shake it off. It's a voice, it's a voice, it's a voice. A voice can't do that to you. It's impossib- She would hear that voice again underneath the voice of the man walking her to the hotel saying "You are going to dry off in the hotel I'm staying at. I'll dry those clothes you have on"

"Of course, your body will be expose to our eyes" the voice said in her head. It was closer now, the voice was behind her, by her ear, whispering it in a sensual tone "You are in pain my dear, let me...ease it"

Our eyes? What the hell. Why did Riku say our eyes? Riku turn his head to her "Is there something the matter". he sound generally concern for her and it would seem to be falsetto but there were truth to it, it was being held in his voice. They reached the hotel sooner than she would have expected. They were lead into the lobby of the hotel. The assistant behind the desk saw Riku walk in and that instant, her face became flush, her legs drew inward as to hold in herself to piss. She turned her face away with embrassment, regret, shame, and...desire. He wanted the man underneath the cloak, a want that was stronger than the need. She could imagine the taste of his cold lips, the softness and length of his hair that she wanted to pull, the roughness of the body and the semi-smooth skin of his face that had some stubble of hair.

The same image almost resignated inside of Yoshiko. Riku only said a few words during the trip but there was someone else there saying much more than words. They got on the elevator and Riku pressed the button to his floor. The door close slowly and the car began to move upward. She was in a close space with him yet again. The voice in her head began to move his way behind her, it breathed out a chilling and warm breath at the same time. She wouldn't know what to think, would she panic? Maybe but think it's a genjutsu, yes. That was the answer. That had to be. This person had to place her under a genjutsu and she would perform the kai ability to release herself.

The voice, however, said otherwise. It said that it was no illusion, no illusion can make you desire things as much as he did. There is more to it than that. Yes, there definitely was. The images of her being pulled close to him, her back against the wall cornered by his presence, by this voice, by his body was pressing against her. He was warm, oh my he was warm. You would think he had a cold exterior as well but he was warm, comforting like a warm cup of tea. She would feel him lean over to kiss the tender spot on her neck, perhaps to bite and-

The door swung open. Riku was still standing there, his hands were not by his side walking out of the door. He didn't move towards her, he was always standing there. He walked out of the elevator door and reached down to his room where he open the door. Why didn't he bring a key with him? Yoshiko probably didn't notice but if she did it probably went past her by now but when they got into the hotel, she didn't sense anyone else there except the receptionist up front. When they got there, it was silent and empty with no living people.

He open the door to his room and of course it was design solely for more than one person. Perhaps serveral people but he was this organisations leader. Perhaps he is expecting more than what she would expect. No, that's not it. He points to the bathroom "You can wash up in there"

Her question was left unanswered, or perhaps the noises around the two persons had just blocked his voice out. Either way, Yoshiko found out that he didn't intend to stay there for much longer as his hand went onto her lower back as if to guide her onward. Quickly bending down and retrieving her katana, Yoshiko then stood again at his side. We have to go somewhere else to talk? Well, he was the boss. Not hesitating she started to walk forward, but there was something bothering her. Catch something? Ah..cold .. or..something. She rarely did get sick, but to be starting now could be unfortunate. It was surprising that he was this caring though. It wasn't something she would have expected, not at all. In her mind then leaders were supposed to issue commands and then go on their way while waiting for their underlings to follow out as directed. But this.. human side of the leader was something she would have to take time to get used to. For a second, Yoshiko felt like protesting his words. Well because she had an apartment of her own in the village, and didn't therefore need to intrude on him. But instead of voicing that out, she pressed her lips slightly together. Maybe she would be rude to say that.

What is this... is he doing something now? Her eye kept staring at the ground as she was starting to get very confused, when the hint of another voice she had noted earlier was starting to intrude her mind. Fill it up with, very weird and embarrassing words. Her leader was saying something again, something about drying herself off? But that voice which made her bite her lower lip to not scream out to leave her alone, it kept on filling her up with things she had never even considered thinking about. Her body felt warmer now, the rain wouldn't have managed to cool down the small fire that was starting in the pit of her stomach. Being now slightly angered as she was sure her leader was playing tricks on her, Yoshiko frowned slightly at his question. Maybe this was all just a test, a test of her willpower? Yes, that would be it. "I'm..fine." A curt answer, a rather colder voice. But she couldn't afford being rude. Her eye saw nothing but the floor of the hotel, she didn't pay the assisstant any heed. Instead the young girl kept trying to push that voice and those .. very disturbing thoughts -out- of her head.

When the two were almost upon the elevator, Yoshiko stopped and everything in her body screamed NO to go into that small space with him. What's wrong with me? He'll lose all opinion on my pathetic existence. Almost dragging herself forward, she entered the elevator. Her eye glued it's gaze to the wall at Riku's side, refusing to look at him. To her embarrassment she could feel a small blush creep to her pale cheeks, and she bit her lips even harder together. This was the worst, most embarrassing moment of her life. She didn't even understand what was happening to her body. But she knew very well that she wanted to walk up to the man in front of her, run her hands up his strong chest while pressing her body against him. Her lips were begging for his touch. She felt the knot in her stomach getting bigger, her heartbeat got a little faster. Her hand squeezed down on the hilt of her katana. Was it just her, or was the air inside of the elevator getting a little unbearably warm? A soft, almost inaudible groan escaped her as a small shiver went down her spine, a shiver of pleasure as her thoughts took her again to him touching her, feeling the sensitive spot on her neck. All earlier thoughts were gone, she didn't even remember what she had been thinking about as she had sat under the tree. Her pink tongue darted over her lips. Thank GOD! Relief washed over her as the elevator door finally opened, and if it hadn't been for her pride then she would have probably ran out of there. Her gaze went over to him a few times as they made their way to the room, she felt hearbeat in her lips as they were begging to be touched. And that was most certainly not the only place. What should I do... what is this?

The room was probably pretty normal, she didn't really notice. After taking her shoes off at the door, she fled to the bathroom, in a quick walking pace, and closed the door behind her while letting out a long sigh. Closing her eyes, while leaning her body against the closed door, Yoshiko breathed slowly in before letting the air out. Now opening her eyes again, she noted that there was a big and very tempting shower in the room and a closet which probably held some towels. Placing the katana against the wall next to her Yoshiko begun to undress, feeling glad to be rid of the wet clothes. It was weird how cold her skin felt to her even if Yoshiko was sure it was burning. Was it truly a genjutsu? Why would he do that? Leaning down she pulled the socks off of her long legs and dropped them on the floor before letting her skirt fall down off her hips and land on the floor also. Next was the dark jacket, her slightly numb fingers took a few seconds to unbutton it before next was the white shirt she had been wearing underneath. After a few low curses then she could finally let both fall down to join the skirt and socks. Her bra and panties followed suit, before Yoshiko took the accessory out of her hair and let it flow freely.

Stopping for a few seconds in front of the mirror, she looked herself over and wondered about these new feelings that had started inside of her. Her hand went to her neck and moved over to her shoulder. Smooth skin, no blemishes. Her light pink nipples were taut, wether that was because of the cold or not then she wasn't sure. Her full, firm breasts were.. somewhat different. Hesitantly she put her hand on her left one, but quickly pulled it back with a soft gasp. Strange shivers ran through her, making her knees feel weak. What -had- he done to her?? Embarrassment, shame, colored her cheeks even redder as Yoshiko turned abruptly away from the mirror and went into the shower. Even if the weather had been cold, then she was really considering taking a cold shower! It was impossible to stand still under the warm water which flowed over her skin, warming her up again. She didn't take more than a few minutes before turning the water off and finding a towel in the closet. Her hair got a quick drying, leaving it slightly messy and damp while framing her face and falling down and over her shoulders. There were of course the same few locks which hid a part of her face. Next her body got a good rubbing with the towel, even if sometimes she jumped slightly from the touch as it went over sensitive places. Being done, she now stood there and wondered what to do.

Normally she didn't mind at all to be naked in front of someone. But now, at this moment and around that man? Not a chance she could pull it off. Wrapping the towel around her body so that it came together right above her chest and reached mid-way to her thighs, she bent down and took up her wet clothes. While worrying her lower lip with her teeth, she opened the door and walked out to confront Riku.

She looked at the bathroom door and made her way into room. He heard the latch click and then he heard the her body lean up against the door. She was away from that maddening person, that...thing, whoever it was, it was dealing with her inner desires and lust that was feeding upon her willpower. The voice was rather enjoying such strength to resist, she was persistent but perhaps it was time for him to up the dosage. Oh, yes, that is what it is needed.

Riku took off his cloak and hung it over the coat rack. It was entirely soaked, the water ran down the exterior of the thing, it was like seeing a cast of pouring rain draw out of the black sky and dripped down on the carpet floor causing a wet spot to form. Riku shook his head waving his hair around. It was irritating to sa the last to have long hair. He wants to cut it but never has the heart to do so. It took so long for it grow that he didn't want to ruin that time growing it back. His hand ran through the scalp of his head, his eyes looks towards the bathroom where he heard the shower running it's water.

He smiled and the other persona smiled too. They were intrigued by such an aura, the aura of rose petals. That was one of his reasons of making her join the Akatsuki, to see that pleasant aura and to smell it. He's always liked pleasant auras, it was the equalivant of an artist looking at a beautiful painting. He thought perhaps this would be a time to see what auras he could mix into together with his own aura of aqua and violet. It was like the time he made love to that immortal being. Oh yes, Akiko was it. She was a sweet thing, he had promise to meet with her again but when, he did couldn't say but his aura of promise stuck on her and no matter where she went, he would know that he still had to fulfill such promises

"Such a promise" the voice in his head said "She was good but perhaps we could try something a bit more....fresher" he could see the smile on this man's lips, they were tip of the swords sharp, a blade that cut through flesh like a hot knife cutting through the thickest of butter.

He was not an ugly man, this other persona. No, the contary was that this persona, this being that was the other side of Riku was more incline to say that he was a being that indulged in the lust of others, his eyes were serene jet black, it's coal was something to fear but also to enjoy. He spoke to Riku, in a sly and seductive tone, one to lure him in as well. A whisper in his ear "She was smooth..." it said, it was pure liquid honey to hear "She was smooth and I was in her mind, her aura was something delictable, she would do fine for my taste"

Riku, sitting on the bed with his arms crossed, just smiled at this notion. He didn't necessary lust after Yoshiko. Yes, she was young, she had long, slender legs that was particularly his taste, her aura of rose petals was something to absorb and share but there was no hint of lust in his eyes. The eyes that Yoshiko saw when she came out was the eyes of the other persona, it's black eyes were lurely like dark chocolate and his smile was ever so tantalizing to see.

"Believe me" he said "You aren't the first woman I've seen naked. If I was fifteen, perhaps you would've see me cover my eyes away but now that I'm older, you could be butt naked and it wouldn't even affect me"

He stood up. Riku was not a skinny man by the very least but he wasn't a man that couldn't move his neck either. He was lean, no very lean. A physique once admired in the ancient times as gods body. Even through the tank top shirt, she could imagine him having a scupltor touch to his chest and abdomens. His arms and shoulders were also sculpted together, easy to admire and hard to look away, his eyes were the one thing that was very hard to not stare at.

He walked over to her slowly. Every step he took seem forever for him to come over to her. He was quiet on the carpet, his movement was, at the very least, fluid. He met up with her, the tips of her breast would press against the hardness of his. The eyes would of the two would meet, they stared again at her, unchanging this time like his eyes would normally do. His hands move to her body and was placed on the top of her hand. He moved his way towards the clothes she had and took then away gently. He smiled-oh god, that smile could melt butter-at her and walked back over to the bed.

He looked at the clothes she wore, they were small, to the fit, they were pressing against every assest this woman had and she probably didn't mind it or didn't notice; he'll was going with the former seeing that she wasn't at the very least, ignorant. His hands moved through the inners of clothes pile, his hands began to glow a dim black aura around it. The clothes were also being surrounded by this aura. In this time, Riku said "Tenshu Hitokoki: Destruction"

It was in that voice! That voice she heard in the elevator and as they were walking down the street to the hotel. The clothes themselves did not disappear but it lost it's dampen look, the water evaporated off of fabric, the smell of rain came out and disappiated. Riku walked back to her and handed her the clothes, his hands again touched hers. "Did you enjoy your little taste of what's to come in that elevator?" the voice of the other said. It was not threatening but it was a surprise to hear it in the open. His hand did not leave hers and his eyes looked at hers.

If she had expected something, or been prepared for... well anything, then Yoshiko didn't find anything quite happening. Perhaps this small torture was over? His words reassured her, and her tensed shoulders relaxed a bit. His eyes surprised her though, as even if she tried not to stare then it was a little difficult. Had she not remembered his eyes to have a lighter color? And why was his look this.. tempting? It was the exact opposite of his words. He had a good figure, lean and yet muscular, anything that a woman would dream of having pressed against her. His face was just as handsome as she had thought, if not more. Surely she had encountered many good looking men through her life, maybe he was more handsome than most, but it surely wasn't something to get flustered over to be in here with him? Yoshiko was about to ask him what she should do with her clothes, when he started to walk towards her.

He moved with a natural grace, reminding Yoshiko of a panther that was stalking it's prey. Not changing her expression the least, she waited for him to come closer. If she thought correctly then he was just coming over to take the clothes. And what more could there really be to it? Right now, the years of isolation and lack of communication came hard down on the young girl. She was painfully naive when it came to physical contact or any contact for that matter with another human being. If she hadn't had her pride, strength and determination then perhaps she had fallen prey to a player a long time ago. But no, even if she was naive then she still knew somewhat where the boundries were. Riku stopped in front of her and he was close, very close. It took most of her willpower not to jump back as her sensitive breasts came to touch with his firm chest. At the last second she managed to hold in the slight gasp, but instead averted her gaze from his. She felt ashamed and silly even, not sure what to do or say as she had never experienced this before. And yet she felt somehow like it was a forbidden thing, something people commonly didn't talk so freely about. His hand touched her, again she jumped just the slightest, before he took the clothes. His smile almost managed to enter the icy-armor inside of the Tomoko girl.

It actually surprised her to admire his smile as that was not at all something she normally did. To her smiles were..just there. Sometimes people seemed to use them to express their joy, and sometimes they used them to lie with. Deep in her mind Yoshiko remembered a time when she was a small child and smiled for something, some feeling she didn't know what to call. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, making her watch as he made a very unfamiliar Jutsu. But, even if her eye was watching as her clothes seemed to be dried in a matter of a few seconds, then that wasn't what truly made her stiffen from surprise. But.. that's the voice.. It was the voice that had been tormenting her in her mind, the one that was so taunting and so seductive. Again a slight color went to her cheeks as she stared at the man in front of her unsure of what to do.

And now he came back to her with the clothes. Yoshiko didn't notice herself as she held her hands out before she felt the fabric against her skin. His skin also touched hers, and again it was getting rather uncomfortable to be this close to him. At his next words, there was no hiding her shock. Her deep purple eye went a little wide as the young girl took a step back so that their hands wouldn't be touching anymore. Her lips parted, then closed before she seemed to make up her mind to speak out. "E-enjoy? What did you do.. in there? My body feels weird, and...I can't think straight...my chest... feels.. heavy." Was this any way to speak to your leader? She couldn't help it if she was a little guarded, her upper lip curled slightly as she spoke making it seem like she could snarl out at any minute. If he had been any other person, she had already grabbed her weapon and challenged him. She didn't like what she didn't understand or couldn't control. And what was worst was that he made her feel like the young girl she was. There was nothing worse than that to her. She was used to being independant, strong, without any hesitation. She had long ago stopped really looking at herself like a female, and also stopped focusing on her young age. Already had she fought too much and experienced too much to even be bothered by it. And now, this man hadn't even had to do so much as to be around her and taunt her with that devilish voice of his, and then she was like a confused teenager? Unacceptable.

Trying to ignore what her body was telling her, Yoshiko peered her eye slightly as she gripped tighter onto the clothes in her hands. "My apologies.. if I seem to be out of line, but... I can't say I appreciate...being toyed with. Is this a ...test of some sort?" It wasn't though until now that she fully took his sentence in. Wait...taste of what's to -come-..? The knot in her stomach tightened and her eye darted for just a second down to his lips before moving back to his eyes. Those eyes were sucking out some of her strength, she could feel it. Yoshiko was slightly nervous about if he could notice what was going on with her. If he knew how much she felt the need to walk into his arms and not care about anything that would happen after that... Shameful..truly shameful!

"My apologies.. if I seem to be out of line, but... I can't say I appreciate...being toyed with. Is this a ...test of some sort?" she said in the distant of voices. She wanted to look away, she knew if she were to look away at least she wouldn't have to deal with this hypnotic stare, at least she could try to back away from the advance, she could leave. Yes, that's it, she could leave and say thank you for drying her clothes and make use of his shower.

But what's stopping her? What in the hell is stopping her from leaving? It wasn't like he was forcing her to stay here. No, it was an easy invitation in, he had been kind and sweet. He wasn't holding on her arm yelling and saying she can't leave. No, all that stood in the way to the door was him. Please, the voice in her head would say, please just stop. I dont want to feel this way, I dont want to be tested. I dont want to! I dont want to!

His hand gently carressed her cheek. His hand was surprisingly warm and it cupped her cheek down to her chin. The smile on his face did not show any lustful intent but more of concern. Something that hid underneath that smile but his aura was a plesant green with a surprising twist of yellow that was calming and smooth like a ale. He pulled her head closer gently to him. They were so close enough that he could kiss her "When you joined the Akatsuki my dear, you became a leader, not a subordinate. You and I are the same, you and I are no different than the rest of the leaders here"

"Why do you hide yourself? Are you afraid to lose what you have? Are you afraid to let go of such emotions and such faults? Is it fear that drove you to what you have become now?" he paused and then he answered "Yes, you are afraid. You are afraid of losing so much. You lost that child whom you swore to protect, you lost your state as a youth, forcing to become mature and never experience such happiness"

He leans in towards her ear, his hand dropped from hers and it made its way to her lower back. Her chest would fully press against his and he could feel her heartbeat, loud and fast her heart would go and his heartbeat was as slow and rythmic as a drum to a slow beat. He lets out a breath that was first cold then warm "I tempt you...because I see something other than the Yoshiko people see. I see your true self and she is wanting to come out. You hold her back out of fear. Didn't you notice how you were so enticed with me during that little trip in the elevator?"

What was he saying? What did he mean by releasing her 'true self'? Riku was filled with words-no, this persona was filled with words. They be in the same body and may have the same thoughts but this was different when Yoshiko heard his voice in the past. It was pleasant, jovial, he sounded like a person who could make you laugh regardless but this person, he was different and almost-

The scene was revisited. In her mind, there was two scenarios. There was the true scene, the elevator closed and there was a complete silence in the entire car. Riku did not say a word, his hands were behind his back and the void in his hood only revealed darkness. She was standing there, while confused, she was relatively calm and undetered. She looked at him with a bit of surprise in her eyes but did not show in her face. They left the elevator.

The other scenario, the one that she saw was that Riku had hit the stop button on the keypad, the elevator stopped deadly. He reached over to her and grabbed her towards him. She did not resist, no, not a bit of hesistation as she drew away his hood and revealed his face. There, there lips embraced hard, she almost pulled his lips away and some of there teeth clashed together. She had jumped on him, her legs wrapped around him and pushed him against the wall cornering him. She was aggressive, almost violent with it. But Riku was not a person to be easily cornered. He threw her off of him but in a manner where she wouldn't herself. They both looked at each other. Her finger rose and her finger told him to come here. He did not resist...

He saw a weakness in her aura, it would flutter at this spot when Riku leaned in to place a soft kiss on her neck. Her body was leaning against the wall, he had pushed her back unnotice by her. He pulled away from that spot on her neck and placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away. It was cold but not uncomfortable. "Do you see why that image of you seems more aggressive?" He didn't give her a chance to answer, he answered it for her "You were fighting with the true you. The woman that was meant to be a woman. She would love life and creation, strong as you are, you are not whole as you can be" he pause "You thought of yourself as someone who was weak but that otherside of you protected you all the way till now. Do you not think it's time to form together as one with her?" he didn't let her answer, he kissed her and didn't let her pull away

It was true that her thoughts were starting to feel a bit in chaos, well a bit more than before, as was her whole being. But his hand which started to carress her cheek felt so warm and comforting. It didn't have anything to do with something wrong or something that should be fought against. This small and light touching of his hand caused Yoshiko to look again at him, and draw in a deep breath. She was pulled closer, and didn't resist. Her visible eye got a little wider and her breathing was slightly shakier, but she didn't fight against him nor did she want to. The..same? His words penetrated her, he probed at the deepest and oldest wounds. Why, oh why did he do this to her? The look in her eye was the look of a wounded animal, before the fire deep down inside was starting to become more clear. The words he spoke seemed to flow through her mind and then run into her memory for remembering later on. His hand ran down her back and she was now pressed against his firm body. Her hands had fallen limp to her sides, her clothes were dropped to the floor. It was so weird feeling someone else's heartbeat like this. Yoshiko held her breath for a few seconds while feeling the closeness of someone else.

Her small moment was interrupted and shivers ran down her spine as he kept talking in that smooth, tempting voice. She wanted to protest, she wanted to say that it wasn't true that she felt him tempting. She wanted to tell him that there was no other side of her to be found. But his words just stripped her off all reason, all strength to even form the words. A small sound of protest was all that came from her as she was still pressed against him. My true self? But.. just who is he? Why was he talking like that? Just what was this person with that hypnotising voice which seemed to have been dwelling inside of her leader doing? To her fright, the elevator scenario seemed to be replayed in her mind. But there were two version, very different versions. The other was so normal and calm that Yoshiko wondered if that was truly perhaps what had happened or if this was an illusion which would trick her. And then came the other, and it made her gasp slightly out. Just who was this person which had her body and her face, that attacked him in that manner? Such behavior... Yoshiko swallowed and swallowed, her breasts felt like they were somewhat more tense than usually, almost to the point of hurting a little, her skin was so sensitive that the lightest touch would make her moan out. There was no use for her to try and pull out from seeing what was happening, and she couldn't stop her "other" self there. However much she wanted to cry out.

D-don't! A light touch on her neck made her inhale sharply, as she noted that she was back to their moment now in the hotel room. His lips touched hers very briefly, and while blinking and breathing fast, Yoshiko wondered how it had come to that she was now leaning against the wall with her back. He spoke more, he spoke as if he knew her better than she could ever do herself. Shaking her head slightly, his words putting fright into her mind and heart, she couldn't though answer. Form together with her, that -thing- he claims that is me? The last bit of her strength was about to be used as an answer, but he robbed her of that as his lips came down on hers in a kiss that made all the air in her lungs leave her. A very low moaning sound came from her, her cheeks turned a dark pink color. The hands which had been hanging at her sides flew up and grabbed onto his arms where her fingernails dug into his skin. Slowly her eyes closed as she felt like she was melting. Had it not been for the wall behind her and Riku's body that was pressing against her, then Yoshiko was sure she had sunk down to the floor. This was her second kiss in her short life, and the first one hadn't been anything like this. It had been a kiss of friendship, later promises for the future. This kiss.. this one was a kiss of lust, a kiss that made her head spin and her whole being ache for something more. But what it was, she wasn't sure. There was throbbing, a built up heat in all her sensitive places. His lips had felt slightly cold against hers, but the fire they started was warmer than anything else.

Hesitantly her lips parted the slightest, her teeth nipped on his lower lip while she wondered about the softness. Her hands moved up his arms in slow stroking, the young girl tilted her head just the slightest to the side as if she was making sure she'd not miss anything out from the kiss. Her body was trembling, fear of the unknown along with blinding desires, were fighting inside of her. A small sound that was on the verge of being a moan or a growl came from her as she pressed lightly against him, her hips meeting his in a hestitant move as she was craving for something and yet unsure of what could possibly cool down that fire which the man had started in her inexperienced body.

There wasn't any hesistation with her body any longer. Her body was melting with his and there auras intertwine with each other. Her rose petal aura met with the true color of aqua, the color of an island ocean. In the back of the mind, Riku sat in the chair that his other persona would always sit. He did not mind sitting here, his attention wasn't drawn to what the other Riku was doing. No, not the very least. If he did not have this persona, this melding of auras, the together of man and woman would not had happen today. This was all him and he would watch and hear the sounds of her moans and the sounds of what his body would moan out in pleasure.

"Do you enjoy it" he said to himself and the other "Do you enjoy bringing balance? If this is how you bring balance, perhaps we, as a whole, can become more powerful than we assumed" he had a coy smile, the smile of a man who has seen his future. A long and exciting future "Perhaps, we'll be stronger than any leader in the past, wouldn't you say?" the other voice didn't reply. He was too into what he was doing currently. Should he really be surprise? He shooked his head and chuckled softly. "Dont enjoy yourself too much"

They were soon bare to each other, the skin of a human mortal did not feel any different from the skin of an immortal man. It was the dust they came from and it would be the dust hers would go back to -dont think that now, please dont, it's too painful- his body was pressing against hers and her body melting with his. If they were to recall the account of how they made love, they would say that made love everywhere except the bed. It was hard at first, she was nervous, a tad bit nervous and each moment that was filled with pain, it doubled with ectasy and over that long period in the night, there was now more ectasy and more ectasy. She felt good, all of her body felt absolutely good. Tch...what was he thinking?


They both rested on the bed, there bodies still bare and unclothed. She was resting soundfully while Riku was already up. He knew he was naked and he knew that he took over after the parade was done and finish. If he knew one thing about this other persona, it's the fact that he was a very good lover. Riku was both, a fighter and lover but he did not display any lust towards her. He lets out a sigh and in his mind he asked if his other self enjoyed it.

"What a stupid question to ask me" his other side said with vigor "She was awsome. Shinobi woman got that endurance, oh man, she had it and I enjoyed every single bit of it"

His voice wasn't the same though. He noticed it. It wasn't that seductive tone he was using last night. Was it-maybe it was but, perhaps what he heard in his voice was content? Was it that? Riku heard his other side, the persona that called himself the being of absolute creation was content. He wondered what he saw in her that he didn't. It was like the time he made love with Akiko, he was content and he felt like he didn't want to make love to anyone else.

He looked at Yoshiko, her chest rose and fell quietly. He leaned forward and in that moment, the other Riku came forth and he kissed her on her cheek. He didn't think he could love her, no. It was only lust that was among them, not true love. She had open herself and perhaps that is what she needed. She needed to come to terms with that so called monster she so absolutely feared. Yes, she feared it but it didn't fear her. It wanted to be acknowledge and it wanted to be known that this is anything to fight or anything to turn away from.

Riku gets up from the bed, his fluidness didn't even make the bed for her to be disturbed. He place all of his clothing on him, right down to the black tank top. He stretched his arms and legs and waited for her to wake up.

A wonderful lazy feeling was lingering in her body as Yoshiko woke up. At first she just lay there with closed eyes before stretching like a cat on the bed. Had this all been just a dream? Opening her eyes slowly, she saw the man standing there as he was seemingly waiting on her to wake up. Her eyes closed again as she yawned slightly before sitting up while trying to get rid of the sleep from her mind. It was pretty clear that none of this had been a dream, as she felt pretty sore in various places. A small grimace came on her face while she paused at the small pain between her legs as she started to move out of the bed. Yoshiko stood up and bowed her head slightly for Riku, not having anything really to say. She didn't feel shy about her nakedness as both had he already seen all of her already, but there was also no mistaking his calm look which said that there was nothing to be shy about. "I'm..going to take a quick shower...excuse me." Feeling more content than ever before, without having any hesitation to her movements or voice, Yoshiko made her way towards the bathroom. On the way there she picked up the clothes which were still laying on the floor. What would happen now? Was the time for a talking about the organization coming, or would they part ways for now? It felt a little regrettable if she would have to leave right now, but if he would request it then she would do it without hesitation. There was a new wish inside of her, a wish he would help her in getting introduced to this new life.

Upon entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her, she allowed memories of the night before to pop up in her mind. A slight blush heated her cheeks while she wondered about some of the things they had done, as she also thought about just where she had learned those things. The man which she had made love to was certainly no beginner and his skills had of course helped her and encouraged her to answer with her own desires. Is this what it means to share a bond with someone? Was she now supposed to feel anything for him? Yoshiko walked into the shower and as the water was flowing over her body while her hands soaped most of the love-making away, then she paused. She wasn't stupid, even if she wasn't well informed of some things. And she did know that there were no storks that came with the children. Did he...was there..? For all that she tried, she couldn't remember much if there was indeed a reason to wonder if her leader had left prove of their last night inside of her. She turned the water off, and dried herself. It would be weird to ask, and yet wasn't it kind of important? To be frank, having a child was something which had never even crossed the young girl's mind.

Shaking her head slightly while finishing drying off with the new towel which she had retrieved from the closet, Yoshiko came to the conclusion that he must have seen to so that there wouldn't be any evidence of this. But did she truly wish for that? Can I even be sure of anything now? All I know is that I feel some sort of a peace within me. She had noticed it earlier in the mirror. Her eye had a new glint to it, perhaps not a very noticable one but it was there. Did that make her more human now? Had he opened up a door for her to step through? Her stomach growled, abruptly pulling her back to what was happening right now and then. What a primitive way to be snapped out of my thoughts. Her clothes got pulled on in the right order, then her hair got a quick combing with her fingers before she pulled some of it back with her red hair-accessory. By now she was starting to get her normal self back, at least in the outer appearance. The katana was still standing against the wall, waiting for her to pick it up. She didn't think she had ever spent a night before for many years without having it by her side, and so with a slightly relieved feeling she grasped onto the hilt and held the weapon at her side.

The doors got swung open and she faced her leader with new confidence. "What do we do now, leader-sama?" Her attitude towards his standing would probably never change, but most of the cold edge of her voice had already left. Probably neither of them was seeking any warmth from the other, but it was like there was a small understanding in the air. It was probably for the first time that she could say she felt rather relaxed when around someone, even if it was the same person that pretty much controlled her life at the moment.

She came out of the bathroom, her clothes were on and her face was refreshed. Her eyes were distant from him but connected with herself. She was troubled, that was known in her aura wavering and staggering but Riku knew it would return normal, not now but later. It would surely be later. Riku looked at her with a smile both on his face and in his eyes but it suddenly disappeared when she said what she said.

"Do not acknowledge me as Leader. I am only one man who will dig a way towards a new era for the shinobi....for the asssssin...for the samurai....for all people" his eyes showed that this was the definite Riku Shikyo who hired her to be in the Akatsuki. Those black eyes didn't even show in the euphoric rainbow changing eyes he had changing from one color to the next, not truly being stable for a minute or so "I said to you that you became a leader when you joined the Akatsuki. You gave up servitude of others in order to lead the people to revolution"

Riku walked to the window, seeing that it was still raining. Even in the morning, it still had the appearance it had when it was night, blacken colored clouds that drifted neither east or west, it remained still and contemplatively calm "Some of these people that joined this organisation, they have no goal. There main purpose is to serve and if that is the case then they will die horribly" he said it so grimly that it didn't sound like his own self "They wanted to join to rebel against some 'thing' they do not understand and if they did, they would not care. They have simple reasons for living"

He turned his head to get the silhoutte of her body behind her. In that quick brief look Yoshiko saw his eyes, not the changing eyes they were doing a moment ago but his true color eyes. The color of aqua. In that moment, they were the most beautiful color eyes that could posess a living creature. His head turned and his eyes began to change colors once more "I pity people. I look at them with such an awful glance. Though my eyes smile and my face coyly says 'yes, this is me, this is me living in this world, nothing can stop me now' I see only sadness in there eyes. Perhaps if I never made any human contact, I wouldn't give a damn about them. I would just be the killer my clan wants me to be"

There was a long and silent pause with Riku. He looks his way at the hard rain that was pouring down from the blacken sky, such everlasting rain that was filled with the tears of this country. It was crying all right, it was crying deeply for it's country to put sunshine back in this world. He spoke again "The man that made love to you is not in this room. He'll return whenever he see's an imbalance with one person such as yourself" his hand slowl raises and he points at her, his body facing to her "You, who has skill, strong enough to give you the classification of S-rank yet what I saw was not that skill...It was incomplete"

"How could a person with power suffer I thought and then I realized that when we get so powerful that it almost makes us god-like, we begin to feel the necessity cast our former selves away for another thing that is not for us. We limit our former selves so that we can reach a higher stage in life. However, you did not throw it away because you couldn't..." he drifted off and the coy smile returned. "You'll stay here in Amegakure. Do not leave as of yet for there is much need to be done here" he reaches in his pocket and slips a key in the palm of her hand "This suite-no, this hotel is yours for now. You may do whatever you want with it. For me, well I shall be going to another stay. I wont give you the location now but in time, when it is right, I shall call you"

He walks over to his cloak and wraps it around his body once more. The hood over his head created that void yet again. "Untill again, Yoshiko-san" He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. In the few steps he walked, his body created a flash of darkness and he ran out of the hotel

His eyes were different, now Yoshiko could recognize the man she had first met and acknowledged as her leader. It sounded to her that these simple reasons he was talking about somewhat applied to herself. But maybe not, maybe it was not too late to find something more in life. She did after all have her sister to think about, however far apart they were. In his brief look, she caught something incredibly beautiful. That aqua color of his eyes, such a pure color that it made her want to keep staring for a longer time. But this wasn't really the place for that, nor the person to be staring at. No matter what he would say, she would always view him as her leader. His words were true, the man she had spent the night with wasn't here anymore. She didn't grief it, she didn't question it. That was how she was. She didn't regret that night either, but decided to treasure it inside of her and not let the memory die. Even if it might have been a one time thing only, then it was still something that might have changer her view of things.

Incomplete skill? That stung slightly, and the hand which pointed at her made Yoshiko want to shrink away from it. But she held her ground, listened to his words. He certainly seemed to be knowing her better than she herself did. A nod from her showed she understood and would obey. She would wait in Amegakure for something to happen, that meeting or an order from Riku. The cold metal in her palm made her glance her eye down before getting a slightly hestitant feeling. Did this mean that he meant for her to live here for the time being, and not go to her own apartment? Yoshiko bowed to her leader as he turned to leave, but her mind was somewhere else. She didn't have much time to spare, but she could never say that outloud to him. I hope that meeting comes soon, that I will be able to get out of here soon. There are so many things to be done.. so much.. that's holding me to this life. She started to wonder if she should go and get that kid Yoshimaru had, but first of course she would have to try and find her sister.

Ah who could have guessed that there is this much to do for someone as weak as me. Because I am weak in my own opinion. Haven't I always been on the run from everything? She let herself fall backwards on the bed and lay there while staring up at the ceiling with her visible eye. Her hand went to her chest and she rested it there as if to feel her own heartbeat. She knew she should listen to her leader's words, because he was the one that was controlling her destiny for now. If he would order her to do a suicide mission, then she would do that. But what was making her listen to him, really listen to him, was the reason that he seemed to understand her. He knew, he sensed, what was going on. But there wouldn't be a chance for her to stay in Akatsuki while trying to take care of a kid, was there? So deep was she in thought that her hunger seemed to vanish.

"Come to think of it .... what am I supposed to do with this suite? No...this ..hotel for that matter." What was that man thinking? Did he want her to stick around here so it would be easier to reach her? No, it must have been some other reason. He was able to find her anywhere, that much had been proven with the summoned spider. Slowly she closed her eyes and let herself drift into a light sleep. Her mind needed to calm down a bit, and maybe then would she go outside and get something to eat or find something to do.