Sorrow and Rain Collide (Riku, Yoshiko)

They had entered, and they were not questioned. They had been stopped, but only momentarily. The weak guard had not even been shinobi. He was just a hired hand to help out the troubled and war torn country. Always this place had been ravaged by the others and even its own actions. Never had it recovered from even the first great shinobi war. The one who had tried to intercept their path had made the bold mistake of laying his hand upon a continuously increasing in angst Faust. His patience was wearing thiner the closer they got to their target. There was less room for error now, no chance for screwing up. When the hand had clamped down on his shoulder, the man being a good foot or so taller then he and much wider and probably stronger physically, Faust had only to look the damned bastard square in the eye and exude his hatred for the enemy he was after. The grip had litterally crumpled as his eyes had widened past any known possible circumference of that sort. He spoke not a word. He knew this short ass man could easily take this village for his own in a single night if he wanted, with out having to use the shadows. Just pure devastation.

Now they stood atop a buidling. The journey here had been much too long for his liking. It had only been a handful of hours, but he had not eaten in over 12 now. He was starting to grow very hungry. He was not ready to cave just yet. He was not stopping, Not till the god damn bastard was dead. He was sure Bouga and maybe through him, Riku, could feel it, his growing hatred. He was making no move to mask it now. He didnt care. Granted, it was a calm storm, it was quite.......odd. Like some how the angrier he became, the more focused he was able to be. The storm with in him was setting all the pillars in a perfect position beneath the pier he stood upon. His determination, his anger, his pride.

He had scanned the village a few times, but to no avail. He had not found the woman yet. He only had a brief memeory of her face, but that would be enough to spark it back into a full one if he caught a glimpse of even her nose. This all would have been easier if he had just gone through the implant already. Put the Oniryouken in his own head. He still to this day refused. It had been three years and he was still taking care of it in a jar. The idea was becoming increasingly more appealing though as his quest through the world was becoming more and more dangerous, forcing him to resort to more and more difficult measures to get shit done.

Where do you think she might be

He knew this creature next to him wouldnt know the answer. Even if it had been Riku and not some lazy knock off. He knew that amongst all these people it would be nigh impossible to locate her. They were not going to be able to go to her so........

No matter, Ill bring her to us.

They were close to the center so it wouldnt be as difficult. Faust brought forth every emotion of despair he felt about his clan and what had now trasnpired them by their own manipulated hand. The feelings of regret that he did not realize the corrupt motives of the one behind it all. He knew that there was nothing he could have done, and that enhanced it further. He let it leak from him, let it drip from the heavy rain that fell from the heavens. The sadness, the feeling of no hope he had felt. The pure despair of being able to do nothing to fulfill the duty of life you had set for yourself. The ultimate dissapointment of having let yourself down in the most extreme way.

A tear leapt from his eye but was soon washed away. He prayed to Takobune it had not been noticed. Even Riku would be affected to some degree. He would be almost forced to reflect upon himself of any despair he had felt, any tears he had shed or regrets he harbored. He would only be foreced to reflect, many others in the village would be pushed to tears of silent sobbing as they continued about their day.

As soon as it started, it had stopped. In all actuallity, it had lasted a total of five seconds, but to every soul who had had the gut wrenching sickness Faust had induced to them all, it would have felt like hours. The message had been sent. Hopefully Yoshiko was smart enough to realize something was afoot, something arcane, something right up her alley. Hopefully she would search it out. If she wasnt here in twnety minutes. He was leaving with out her. Again he was stone face and held the mask of a stone heart over his soul. Not even Riku would be able to feel him at this point, he was even masking himself from himself. He was all business. He was numb.

The entire trip was in solemn silence. From the time they left from Konoha, travelling through the forest on a rhino till they reach to the meek clouds of rain country, it was complete silence The memory of what Riku placed inside of Bouga gave him an pre-set impression that small talk wasn't in this man repitoire. Bouga didn't mind...or rather Riku didn't mind. When he was with Riku, he had his individual personality that told the two apart. The closer he was to the user, the more he was apt to be himself. The farther away, the more his conscience was becoming more and more like Riku.

This was the life of a illusionalistic sword. The perfect blade that can create the copy down to the cellular level. It was this gift that the forger gave to him. Passed down through two wielders, he didn't mind letting himself to become someone else. He had gotten use to the fact that Riku was hungry when he summoned him and his taste buds was tingling for the taste fjor savory meat and cheese. He was feeling excited at the time and also content with what he had. He was happy that Riku was happy. He supposed that all a blade can do is obiedently follow as long as they were respected.

Faust was a interesting case really. He had silent partners. His former owner wasn't much of a talker himself. He was steady in his thoughts, never coming out of his shell to speak unless spoken to or when it was necessary to talk. Over time, before the former gave Bouga to the current, he was speaking more and more. Something changed about him. He wasn't mentally linked up with his former user as he is with Riku so he couldn't determine what was the cause of his sudden increase of speech. He wondered what it meant for this to happen. He wondered what happen to his former user.

It wasn't pouring this time. It was gently raining down in calm sprinkle of drops hitting the top of Bougas head. His thoughts advertenly turned to Faust. So he was planning on killing some people. It seem simple enough to Bouga; you get in, take them out and then get out. Bing, bam done. You wipe your hands clean from it. Yeah, of course it wasn't simple. Bouga can tell through the Riku's aura eyes. Bouga got into the habit of figuring out which colors fit each soul and emotion. The simplisitic red for anger, blue for sadness wasn't the usual case. Faust aura was a surprising omnious yellow, hazy like a sun slowly rising from the east. There was a multitude of emotions running in him, but one that was standing out was something he wasn't so sure about. What Bouga saw was doubt.

He is doubting just a bit. Just a small amount but the closer we get to the target, the closer he begins to have that nervous aura. Faust spoke "Where do you think she might be" He did know or rather the general idea. He was ready to point but Bouga was stopped by Riku. He didn't directly hear from him it was a gut feeling that he got when Riku wanted to see something. Riku gave Bouga a unsure feeling, which gave him an unsure aura of hazel. Faust got the impression of him thinking it was improbable to find her "No matter, Ill bring her to us"

Faust body began to echo out invisibly to the nake eye. There was a color of gloom and despair was drawing near to him like he was gaining energy. Bouga took a step back. Riku was looking through the eyes of Bouga. He was watching with interest seeing something that was simular to Riku's Aura echo. The grey color that had filled him shrinked to a tiny fraction and then it expanded outward like an explosion. The streets grew weary with despair, the people reaching back into repressed memories of darker times in there lives. It came out of the blue for them, no one knew what came over them with these sadden thoughts but they will say months later that it was just a few seconds where every dark emotion just came out of nowhere and for those few minutes, it was like they were getting choked.

Bouga couldn't really feel his own despair but Riku got a whiff of it. In a sense, Riku was immune to the intense emotions. His sensory input had to adapt to the constant aura and emotion echoes that was coming through. He was told that when he was a baby, his father had a problem with him crying at random times. He was not aching, tired, hungry, any of the problems a normal baby had but the amount of emotions that was coming in was so great that the only response for him to do was to cry.

Riku smiled wanly. This was the third fourth person he knew that had some type of aura ability. He was the second person to gain it without being born with it. His mother and himself were ones who had this ability through birthright. Bouga looked at Faust again and this time he really didn't see his aura. He couldn't if he wanted to, Faust was hiding his aura from him. Was it possible? The answer came instantly. Riku explained that some can hide it and through the intensity he was trying to sense him, he wouldn't be able to. Riku didn't want him to waste his chakra trying to pry into Faust.

Riku walked to the edge and lean his head down to see the people who were instantly disoriented with despair. His dead smile rose from his lips and then turn to Faust "My, what a power you learned. Perhaps in time, you'll learn more on how to use this"

Bouga lean himself up, his hand to his forehead. Damn, he forgot how powerful Riku can get in controlling him. He had an instant migrane that was centered in his front lobe. He wasn't ready for it "Sorry..." Bouga said "Sometimes when Riku takes controll, I get a bit whoozy. It's been too long since I've transformed"

"No need to apologize" Riku's voice came in suddenly. Bouga stood upright and the voice of Riku came out of his mouth "It shouldn't be too long"

Restlessness was settling into her body, she could feel how there was something building up inside of her. Maybe it was because of the last few days and the encounters of the other Akatsuki members, or maybe Yoshiko could feel that something was coming up. Something rather big. It had been a long time in which she had been able to actually do something that required her skills and strength, so she was hoping this gut feeling wasn't just a fluke that would pass away in a day's time. Nevertheless, she had gotten up this morning before all hours and went outside. There was no way to be able to rest peacefully any longer. After wandering about the village for an hour or two, she had decided to move further into the depths of it and that was where she was now. She had moved quietly up onto the roof of a slightly run-down hotel, her long legs crossed as she leaned a bit backwards. Over her lap lay the black katana which she would never leave anywhere without.

While silently cleaning the blade that held such history to it, Yoshiko paused a bit before raising it upwards so that she could see her faint reflection. "For too long.. I've been holding onto you...and only you for ... reasons out of my comprehension." It was true that she had been only using this sword out in the opening, because it had been her father's weapon. Probably one of the last things she held so desperately from the past. But lately, she had come to realize that there was a need for a new sword. A better one. You couldn't be so foolish to just depend on a skill-less weapon all the time just because it made you feel like you still had that which was long lost in the darkness of the past. Yoshiko couldn't very well keep serving her leader with all her loyalty, if she couldn't offer him her abilities at their best. "I will have to go.. soon. Go to my father's birthplace. And get..something stronger. Something.. that will make me able to proudly stand amongst the Akatsuki ranks." She knew though deep down inside, that she would still keep carrying the old katana. Wether it was because of her skills with this particular blade, or because of her foolishness clinging to the old emotions.

Suddenly the young girl sat upright, her purple eye filled with awareness as she looked slowly around. She wasn't using her eye though to scan out, but her highly adapted sensoring skill. Just now, she had felt someone familiar and strong enter the village. There was a bit of a strange feeling to this chakra, but certainly it reminded her of the man she had had an encounter with just few days ago. Has Leader come back? Standing slowly up while securing the katana on her back, the Tomoko girl jumped over to the next ceiling while still reaching out with her sensor. Her breathing was still, but got let out in a surprised woosh as a feeling of despair and sorrow washed over her, trying to pry into her head. Her heart felt a bit heavy for a second as the pictures of her massacred family, the guilt over what had happened, how she had failed her siblings, all started to attack her at once. What is this? It was certain that there was nothing normal with what had just happened. More like, someone was trying to let Yoshiko know that they were there. Or she was perhaps just misreading the whole thing. Which wasn't something she was used to do.

Mentally blocking out any depressing thought, she was quick in gathering herself again as she started jumping from a rooftop to a rooftop, quickly moving towards where she had felt the familiar feeling of her leader. And also towards where the source of that despair had come from. As usually, she masked up her own chakra so that only those of master level could feel her presence. It was something necessary, and also saved her the trouble of having to face low-life criminals which thought they could take her on. It wasn't something Yoshiko enjoyed, at all. There. Not five minutes before the feeling had appeared, she was upon them. She stopped and looked down at the two men, looking slowly over them. They would also be able to see her clearly now. It is him.. and yet.. why this feeling? She jumped down from the rooftop and landed with the agility of a cat on the ground just a few feet away from her Leader and the other man.

"Leader." Stepping forward, she made a small respective bow, before allowing herself to run her visible eye again over them. It was clear in how she looked at "Riku" that she could feel something was off, even if she acted in a respectful way. It was weird for her to be this uncertain, it was like it was him.. and yet more like a copy of him? But it was then a very high ranked technique, for there were probably only those of master sensor level which could sniff that out. Not wanting to seem rude, she waited a bit with questioning that matter.

Her deep purple eye ran towards the shorter man. He looked around her own age, and Yoshiko was pretty sure he was the one which had been responsible for the sudden wave of bothersome emotions. There was nothing really unusual about his looks, although the crimson color of his eyes was quite capturing. "I gather.. you wanted to lure me... out? Is there.. something I can.. help you with?" Her question went to them both. She tried not to seem too defensive, but the question about Riku was making her more wary than she would have to. And the boy with him, someone she wasn't quite sure who was but he was most probably another member of Akatsuki.

This may have been no game of the sort, but Faust still felt vicotious. Women, they were more affected by a flood of emotions then any man was. They clung to it, sucked it into themselves and amplified it, feeling it more so. His bait had been bitten hook line and sinker. He had just proved to himself, he could control the actoins of others with this power of emotion. It hadnt even been difficult. A man who had already for years been able to keep his own in check and hidden and sort out everything so he could act and keep his head level when it needed to be. This was a whole new height for him. Some could have gotten lost in thier own darkness by doing the very thing he was, but his heart was strong and steadfast. His manipulation of the self, had been all but mastered.

He looked up at the girl, meeting her gaze, realizing her notice of his blood red eyes which were capaoble of piercing through any soul. At first look, some even sword he had the sharingan, though this was of no such course. No, he simply had that penetrating stare. The eyes that looked past you, no through you, and reveal all of your secrets. He did not have the Shikyo ability to sense others auras like Riku did, but he did however, know body language quite well. He knew just about every muscle twitch and what it meant and how it was linked in the brain. It wasnt hard to figure out. Most people just never payed enough attention. Faust did. It had saved his life more then once. Namely his defection from Kusa. Had he not been able to read that situation, he would not be heading back there now, he would never have left, alive.

He was pleased that Riku had shown himself through Bouga, this was nice. So Riku was with them after all, at the very least in spirit,. In a way that was quite different then the usual metaphorical stance it usually took. He didnt even bother to look at him though. He only kept silent as Yoshiko spoke to Riku, and then adressed him personally, even though she didnt seem to realize just who he was. He was shorter then she was, a good deal shorter. That didnt matter though. She wasnt very large herself. He wondered if she too had shown the fight a little person had in them. He took it to a whole new level he was sure, but maybe she too shared in that light.

He ignored her questions at first. That was something she was just going to have to get used to. He wasnt about to change his mannerisms to accomodate for her social comfort. He didnt care how badly he needed her on this. He just simply wasnt going to do it. So iinstead of speaking. He stepped forward. He was not doing it in a menacing way, and even if he had, he doubted highly that she would have moved anyway. He kept walkting towards her till he was about two feet from her then turned around. He wanted to set the way this show was going to be run straight away.

Faust fluttered his cloak out a bit a she turned, now with his back to Yoshiko, his speed seeming to have just had him flip around like a playing card being revealed as it twirled between two fingers. His hand was on his blade which was strapped upon his loiwer back. It was unsheathed by about an inch. He was clearly saying, "I am not here to fuck around, plain and simple." If she so much as made any defiant effort against either of them, which he was sure hse wasnt but still, he was going to end her here and now. It was quite possible that if she refused, to aide, he would do the same. As far as Faust knew, she wanst in the best natured sort of people, and in the holy conquest he held to be his path of life, she was technically his enemy. However, if she could prove useful, at least for a while, he would spare her judgment for now.

At this stage in the game, he didnt give a rats ass how Riku would react should he kill one of his men, er...women. He was still quite respectful of him, but his goals took priority at the moment. He knew Riku didnt expect his people to follow orders. In truth, this wasnt an order, it was an ultimatum. In the future, he wouldnt know how to explain to himself why he had acted this way, in such a brash mannerism. True he was always blunt, but this obvious threat for no real reason, was not like him. He was a desperate man, he required desperate measures. Now he had to word himself even more carefully. Yoshiko would probably require more information then Riku had. Those two trusted each other a great deal and understood one another. He and Yoshiko on the other hand, did not, and for her to go out like this, would probably take some convincing. With any luck the act with the sword would spark an interest in avoiding confrontation from her, but there was no guarantee of that.

I require your assistance and do so make the request. My home of Kusagakurge is under attack. I deem it necessary to cease that existing threat. I know who it is, and just me alone, or even with only Riku's help, it may not be possible. But with yours, it may, just may be enough.

His eyes were focused on the ground between his and Riku's feet. However, they were also closed and focused. He was opening his heart and mind to the world around him, trying to anticipate Yoshikos response and actions. He was praying to the gods this would work. If it didnt. He would probably die in the days to come.

The despair faded quickly just as quickly as it arrived. He was beginning, a beginner with much potential. Riku could easily see it, he could easily sense it, perhaps...easily give him the dream of controlling a power like such. It was bullocks, Riku did not wish to train anyone at the moment. Later if he desires, but now wasn't the proper time to give the boy anything that was relative to training.

Riku sensed the aura of sweet roses coming towards them. He backed away from the edge to leave some space in between the newcomers presences. Yoshiko came up and landed on the rooftop with her shoes making a plop sounds as she came down on a puddle. She stared at Riku first, looking not at him but rather through him to see if this was the leader. She momentarily questioned whether or not this person standing between the five foot man was actually the Riku Shikyo that gave her the task of being a leader. She wanted to see the same Riku Shikyo that made love to her not too long ago.

She couldnt' decide; her aura fluxated with a hazy confused color of neon green. She didn't say anything at first but she broke the silence finally when she said the one word which was "Leader". Again, Riku did not like being called that. It wasn't a mild dislike, more of a hatred of the title. He wasn't a leader of anything. He wasn't a person who takes sheep and force them to do what his bids best. He wasn't a chessmaster who moved the pieces bit by bit. He was only a person who guided and only wanted people to lead themselves. He didnt' wish to be as powerful as he is today, but it was the promise that he made to his father that he would one day lead the people to change.

Yoshiko ran her looks at Faust. She was....surprised, to use the correct word. Astounded by seeing a small boy with Riku. It was funny to see her aura changed from a confused neon green to a severely confused mishapen color of yellow and orange. It would be a great time to probalby solve her confusion by saying that the person was his age, if not just a tad bit older than her. She asked if they needed her assistances. This wasn't his call to make. Riku was just here for the ride. Rather, it is Bouga who is along for the ride but Riku was taking poession over him.

Faust never ceased to be unsurprising. Just as quick as some of his actions, he withdrew his blade out of his hilt, the metal scratching out of its sheath making a sling as he drew it and brough it down cutting the raindrops. He had a look of intimidation. What was the purpose of unsheathing his blade? It would not do them any good if Yoshiko is dead. He knew he was acting desperate and he knew it too. Youth only makes brash decisions in times of decisiveness. Riku listen to Faust. He was asking politely yet his actions did not match that polite tone of voice "I require your assistance and do so make the request. My home of Kusagakurge is under attack. I deem it necessary to cease that existing threat. I know who it is, and just me alone, or even with only Riku's help, it may not be possible. But with yours, it may, just may be enough."

He reached over and touched Faust left shoulder. His body radiated with a intoxicationg blue that was serene. The colors wavered from light blue, to navy, to sapphire to sky blue. It was all the colors of blue and green. Riku didn't say anything. He was a quick hold on his shoulder and then he let go. The aura travelled throughout Faust body. He could feel the workings of his body settling down. His breathing would deepen and slow, his eyes would retract and his adrenline would cease to follow through his body.

Riku looked at Faust; those revolving eyes were calming in itself. Riku turned to Yoshiko "You will come with us to Grass Country. There is no need for me to explain only that I only wish to see what skills that you have and help give support to Faust" In part, he was telling the truth. He has only heard of her power, never actually seeing it. He wanted to honesty test her to see what powers that made her S-rank. The second truth was that she was suppose to act as a supporter. He wouldn't have to continue on discussing the issue with Yoshiko. Regardless of what he told her constantly that he was just a person and this all powerful leader, she would obey it without hesistation.

Her face remained expressionless as she waited a bit, wondering if that short kid was going to be answering her. Or perhaps he'd leave the Leader to that? But the crimson eyed boy walked instead a bit closer to her, his way of moving wasn't really threatening but rather like he was trying to make some point. He seemed calm and collected. He stopped, about 2 feet from where she was standing. Still her face showed no sign of any expression, her body hadn't moved the least. It was barely that one could see her breathe. And then, the boy turned and had his back to her. His hand was on his weapon, the message was clear and simple. He was giving her a threat. And Yoshiko was not one to appreciate such acts. at. all. She did compliment his speed though in her head, wondering about his overall skills. He could have easily been around her own rank, as Yoshiko knew from her own experiences that smaller people often proved to be a bit too big bites to swallow for most opponents.

Her eyes narrowed just the slightest, while her killing intent rose just a bit. Nothing out of the ordinary, just to be barely noticed from those that had a keen sensoring skill. Just what was this action of his supposed to mean? Was there something she had missed? Something that would have been counted as a rude action from her behalf? It was clear he had confidence in his skill, but it seemed also that he was underestimating her. And not just a little, but a lot. Her eye didn't move from his form, it didn't waver the least bit. Her body was still, but her right arm was tense. It was ready to grab her katana in the split of a second. But naturally she hadn't moved yet, as she knew that her Leader was traveling with this person and therefore it would be rude to attack him in front of Riku. But the look in her eye clearly showed that this was not something humoring to her. The violet color in her iris had a more of a icy blue color to it, as Yoshiko was staring at the boy like a hunter stared at it's prey.

He is asking for my assistance? Upon hearing his request, she thought a bit to herself. Her eye got back it's usual, deep purple color as she seemed to have shut completely off any killing intent. He said his home of Kusagakure was under attack, and needed her help to stop that. So, she guessed that his actions did make sense. But was she supposed to accept this right away without question? In truth it wasn't something of her personal business, but here she had another member of the Akatsuki, or at least from what she gathered, asking her for help. And their Leader was even with him. Did this mean she was going to be helping innocent people from bad people, or was his family perhaps the bad people which needed help? Either way, was she supposed to care? Was even any feeling like that left to be found inside of her empty shell? But, Yoshiko had to admit to herself that there was something new stirring inside of her chest after her last encounter with the leader. It was like something of her old self had been half part shook to life again, but there were still lots of guarding walls to pass for that person.

Her Leader, or what seemed to be him at least, reached over to the boy and touched his shoulder for just a short while. And then his attention went to Yoshiko. She listened carefully to his words, before nodding and relaxing her stance. If he told her to come with them without a question, then she would do it. If he had told her to just stand there and allow the other to kill her for practise, she would have probably also done that. Yoshiko's level of obedience for the one considered to be her Leader was absolute. For a moment she wondered to herself if she was supposed to be feeling anything for him. Something more than this obedience and respect? Didn't people usually do that after having spent a night together? But however much she tried, it was just proving too troublesome to be thinking about. "You.. have my sword.. to help you. And I will.. do my best to prove my worth.." Her words were first to the boy, before she turned her gaze on Riku. There was nothing to be read from her voice. She had already been about to accept the request, out of whatever little humanity she had left inside of her. But now she was just responding to the order she had received.

This might give me an excuse also to go to Nami no Kuni. She knew she would be needed to go there if she had in mind to get a new weapon. And while traveling with those two, she could mention it to her Leader and hope he would accept her request for that traveling. After of course she would be done helping them. It was a bit humorous to her how she never thought about the possibility about getting killed whenever she went off to take care of things like this. Perhaps she just didn't care enough to be dwelling on that?

Fausts weapon clicked back into its sheath without another whim or notion from any of them. He had his answer, and with Riku's help, his soul had been set straight. He had been battling with in himself since they had entered the Rain. He had no problem going to someone he considered a friend for help, and that was the case as far as Riku was concerned. The organizer of Akatsukinew that if Faust was asking for help, it was a serious matter who needed his due attention. With Yoshikoi however, he felt like he was admitting weakness, as though she were going to judge him. It was foolish, he shouldnt care what the woman thought. What did it matter. He was confident he could take her life if he so chose. Otherwise he wouldnt have drawn the sword. In fact the sword had been him trying throw away his own fear, to cover it up with a simple act of bravado. In truth he was scared, at least a bit, and it was steadily growing with in him and eating at him.

It was that feeling of weakness that had caused the storm in him, and now it was gone. Faust had his team, and he was ready to set off. His gaze matched Rikus and he nodded silently. He bgan to walk towards the edge of the building away from the too, leaving them behind, but no going too far. He simply stood on the edge of the buiilding with his head pointed in a diagonal up, his eyes closed, smelling the rain around him, enjoying the calm while it lasted. This was probably the last bit of calamity he would feel before facing down the head of the biggest demon in his life. In truth, it could be the last of these moments of his entire life. After this it was full speed to Kusa, and it was possible he wouldnt be leaving that country alive.

Faust glanced back over his shoulder at the master and the follower. Whether he liked it or not, Riku had picked himself up a stray of sorts. No doubt the assassin had fed her in some way or another. he could see it in her eyes and the frequent muscle twitches that were made slightly in his direction. They werent even hand moments or shows of longing. No, her body simply wanted to be touching his. He had a faint inkling that the too had a romantic past, but he was not going down that road with anyone. he had and Riku had gotten personal enough for his taste back in Konoha. What Riku chose to do was his own business, but he found it humorous that though he despised the shinobi style and philosophy, the mere thought of him bedding one couldnt do anything less then bring a faint smile tugging at the corner of his taught emotionless lips.

His moment was over, he was ready to go. They had wasted enough time as it was, and it had been less then an hour. He wanted to get this over with, no matter the outcome. He had put this off for too many years because of his own stupidity and blindness to the truth. Never again woudl this happen. He hadnt seen home in so long. What kind of welcome woudl they recieve. He didnt know, he didnt care.

We leave now. If the girl has anythign she desires for the travel, it can be left, this is no materialistic journey, its one for questioning of the soul. if she forgot anything thats detrimental to her combat, shes uselss to me anyway for having fogotten to bring it to an unkown force in case she needed it. Things like that will only get all of us killed.

With that said, he dropped off the roof, his motion for them to follow. His words, though spiteful and seemingly, for lack of a better word, mean, were nothign of the sort. Yoshiko probably didnt know that though. It was his own little way of introducing himself and his mannerisms, letting her know what she was in for in his company. It was his display of courtesy, though he hardly expected her to see it that way. Not that he cared. It didnt matter, he had bigger things to deal with at the moment then a little girls feelings. And from what he heard, the bitch didnt have any anyway.

-TOPIC CLOSED-