A tornado will die soon

With much sand in the eyes of the souls who walk this place, they stare up at the red sun hoping to blind themselves from the pain they see. It is ingrained in their minds and cannot be taken away. The last resort can only be achieved through the death of the body, where the ghost will leave.

Riku closed the journal at hand. Longing to continue, he knew he'll have time in the shortwhile, for now he'll have to wait to read the rest of the poem that his father wrote during his days of the prosperous village. It was describe that there was once wealth here, the balance that what a village should've been and they had acheived it. The time where the clans protected this village, their lives given for the greater good to keep the ideals of the village.

It was foolishness to Riku. To die for a village that would scratch the ass with the finger of the dead was not worth dying for. Perhaps his father felt the same but it was hard to determine what kind of emotion his father had writing the poem. Sometimes he would write depressing poems when he was serene. Enigmatic his father was, why even try he thought to himself. The cloak he wore swung back as a strong and warm wind breezed past his body, his hand moves to the roof of his head where the hood would stay in place. He walks out of the path of the wind and out onto the streets of Sunagakure. It was busy today, perhaps he could blend in with the crowd.

This side of Sunagakure wasn't too bad. The was a direct law enforcement in this part that made sure everything was balance. He saw guards wearing armor simular to that of the samurai walking around the village streets, there blades making a chinking noise as the moved on the sidewalks. When he looked, he saw that this reminded him of an old ancient market that was heavily modernized. When he turned the corner he saw that there was a specific street that was definitely marketize by coventional foods of fruits and vegetables. Walking through here, he heard the noises of camels letting out a irritating growl with spit flying everywhere. The noise surmounted to salespeople yelling out their goods, some in the worlds of basic others in language that Riku could understand and translate but others would not.

The den of thieves he thought, the markets aura was that of a deranged brown, the color of darken sand as horses and feet smashed down on it leaving a village to burn for the sake of a few coins. He knew that many of these people were those who steal to survive but that was what they were good at; if they couldn't steal, what else could they rely on? The only option was to survive or to die.

To Riku's right was a stand that was filled with fresh apple. the smell was heavenly and the aura was even greater. The woman was yelling out fresh apples, come and get your fresh apples, you can't find them anywhere else. His hand slipped through the cloak, blending in with the hands of people moving by taking a few apples for himself. A den of thieves he thought moving past the stand and to another street. Back to the norm of society where cars were driving past at ridiculous speeds and the crowd walking down the street texting, talking on their phones or looking at the windows staring in envy of the clothes and seeing the people shop at the high priced clothing which were probably created by low class people or slaves with low class material.

He blended in the crowd, moving past the people-I am water, be like water for water is the way of flowing-as if they were a group of a fish and he was the one fish that was moving his way through the school. The amount of people were lessening the farther he was getting to Sunagakure's ghetto, the change of peoples appearance lacking material things of fine wealth towards low class and more mercenary like was becoming more common now. He was fitting perfectly with this group. They didn't bother Riku, a group of young men, possibly shinobi from earth country or a country beyond that stared as Riku passed by. The original intent was to rob him of his money, get a good fight on. Messing with another group wasn't in the repitoire of things to do but mugging one guy would be enough.

The courage left them as he walked past, his cloak flowing past him in a horrifying disposition of fear. They did not dare to look at the darkness were his face would lie and moved back into the shadows were cowards deal. This was alright with Riku, he didn't want to kill anyone, not yet that is....

He reached the small motel that he was to meet the Akatsuki member; "The Apprentice", for his new mission. He had gain information from his information M.O.T.O about the Daimyo. Riku could've gain information himself seeing that many of his coherts are useless to him at times, he decided against being a one man army. The bell above the door ring as Riku open it. The man sitting in the chair, his shirt not fitting his overgrown stomach that was hairy from what Riku could see and his eyes were fixated on a television watching some show that probably enticed him through physical pleasure. The slight moan he heard whispered in Riku's ear but it was muted when the man saw him walk into the door.

"you looking for a room?" his voice grogged as if he woke up "Sorry, we got none for your kind"

"Straight to the point" Riku smiled at this statement and reached into his cloak pulling out a small bag of gold. He lays it on the counter and the fat man open the small patch inside. Riku smile widen just a bit underneath his hood and the fat man saw it. He leans back to the far wall and throws a key " I thank you" Riku bowed.

"You can stay as long as you dont put my buisness into shit. I'm running an honest thing here" He grabs the controller and proceeded back into the pornography he solely watched with a blank expression. Riku was going to say that he would have guest over but he decided against it and walked to the stairwell to his room.

The room was shabby, one bed that creaked and anyone laying there would get a crick in there spine. The wallpaper was peeling and the floor reaked the smell of sex and piss. It was a perfect place to meet he thought and sat down on the bed, laying his body on the uncomfortable bed that felt like a springboard with dull yet annoying nails pricking at his back. He leans up and stands up walking to the window. The curtains, dinging as it looked, moved with ease as he moved them away letting the sun come in. The ghetto of Sunagakure, what a strange place.

Dust swirled in small twisters down the small road as the wind blew. The afternoon sun shone brightly, the temperature rising as it rose higher and higher in the sky. If a person wanted to be cool, the desert was not the place for them. Sandstorms, intense heat, freezing nights, it was not a very friendly place. And the village, Sunagakure, was even less friendly than the harsh enviroment.

Sighing loudly, Matsu rose from where he sat and stared around at all the trash that littered this particular alley. People in this village rarely cared enough to pick trash up so almost everywhere was filthy. The smell of garbage and body odor filled the air, souring the air. Pollution was the dominant smell in this place. Fresh air was not something a person came to Sunagakure for. Sighing again, Matsu pulled his cloack tight around him and looked out into the crowd. Every person that he could see was dressed in clothes that look like they had been dragged through mud and then trampled by horses hooves. The sight didn't phase him, the way these people lived were of no importance to the man. It was their lives, they made the best of it.

Moving into the flowing crowd without pausing, Matsu allowed himself to swept along. His finger ran across the small letter that rested in his pocket. The leader of the Akatsuki had sent him this letter after he had completed the mission to Otogakure, telling him to meet him at a rundown motel in the ghetto of Sunagakure. Getting there would be simple. It was what he learned once he arrived that would make things complicated. Matsu didn't yet know what the man had in store for him and getting there to find out was his first priority for now.

Children pushed against him as he walked, moving against the crowd. They were moving as if with a purpose and weren't paying any heed to the curses that followed them from the other men and women in the crowd. Matsu glanced at them once, wondering what they were doing. A mass of children moving in one direction couldn't mean anything good but in a place like this it was probaly a natural occurence. Sunagakure was worse than Otogakure. It made the other village seem like a friendly place that invited in any traveller. This was not a place to allow you guard to drop even for a second. People here would rob you blind without a second thought. It was how they lived and they only way they knew to make a living. Theiving was just another part of the rough life they lived.

Matsu let out a huge yawn as he turned a corner and moved along the street towards the motel. The place wasn't too much farther in the distance and he assumed he could reach it within ten minutes, five if he moved quickly. A man to the left of him yelled out that he was selling trinkets that would protect against any attack by an enemy. Matsu gave him a no nonsense look when the man reached out to pull him over to the stand to look over the assortment of items. The man huddled in on himself and glared at anyone that approached him afterwards, throwing death glares at the back of Matsu's head as he moved off into the distance. Anything to make a penny. This place is pathetic. Matsu shook his head and moved faster, hoping to get off these streets soon.

Cars zoomed by on the next street. Matsu joined the throng of people moving down the sidewalk towards the ghetto, blending in perfectly with the rest of the men and women that walked with him. Decorative signs invited people into the many shops that littered this street, the shops ranging from clothing stores to strip clubs. Matsu was almost tempted to enter one of the three strip clubs but thought better of it. If he was late for the meeting Riku would probaly kill him. Not something he wanted on a day like this.

The small motel was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the area. It was only different for the fact that there wasn't any signs on it. Matsu yawned again while pushing the door open. A small bell tinkled above his head and he stepped in, looking around. A short, fat man sat in a chair not far from him, all his attention on the television in front of him. Matsu cocked an eyebrow at the sounds that were coming from it and then looked back at the man. Grabbing the remote quickly, the man muted it and glared at Matsu.

"Any more people gonna interrupt me today!? What do you need anyways? A room? We don't have any." The man turned his attention back on the tv, ignoring Matsu.

Moving his cloak aside and allowing the katane that rested at his side to come into view, Matsu gave the man a cold stare. "Im here on personal business. Just tell me where I can find a man dressed similarly to me."

The man turned and looked at him again, eyeing him up and down. After doing this for a few more seconds, he sighed and pointed towards the stairs with his thumb. "Top of the stair, first door on the left." Turning back to his movie and grabbing the remote, he barked out, "Don't cause any problems. I know your kind, always looking for a fight. Now go! Get about your business and let me get back to mine."

Matsu chuckled as he moved from in front of the man as the sounds of moaning started up again. An odd man. The stairs creaked as Matsu walked up them, dust rising into the air. It was a rundown place, nowhere Matsu would choose to stay if he had a choice. But it was also the perfect place to go about meeting in secret. Stifling another yawn, Matsu stopped at the door the man had told him Riku was in. Knocking once, Matsu turned the door knob and stepped in.

Light filtered in through the window and Riku stood staring out of it. Matsu closed the door behind him and stared at the man who led the Akatsuki. They were both dressed similarly, perfect for blending in with the people of Sunagakure. No one would suspect they were up to anything. The room smelled horrible. Matsu ignored it and leaned against the wall. "Odd place to meet. I thought you had better taste than this shit hole." Matsu allowed a quick grin to flicker across his face before speaking again, "Down to business then. What do you have planned? Does this have anything to do with the information I got from M.O.T.O?" Matsu raised his eyebrows and stared at Riku's back with his piercing blue eyes. The man before him was not a man to take lightly, even in the most relaxing situation. And this situation was far from relaxing.

The paronia that this place is driven would had place a small amount of swift reaction to the door opening up, perhaps his eyes would've dilated and Riku's blood would've jumped and soar with suramounts of adrenline. The knock on the oak wooden door was not reassuring but that's the thing with paranoia, it makes you think shit is about to fly. However, Riku was not a paranoid and when the doorknob twisted and enter The Apprentice, Riku slowly turned his head to Matsu. He would first see Riku's pale blue eyes then it would turn a midnight purple when he saw both of the eyes staring at Matsu with eagerness and perhaps hunger for blood. The soft smile did not leave Riku's face as Matsu commented on the shithole they were in. "It's not my general place of spending a lively vacation that's for sure. It would be much better and not really looked upon greatly if a hooded man walked through the ghettos of this forsaken desert of a village"

HIs right hand came out of the brown cloak he was wearing and he lightly through a red shiny apple towards Matsu "I got plenty more of these really" he takes out another apple with his free hand and bites down on the apple "They are just too sweet for me sometimes. I prefer apples that have a bit of bitter taste that compliments the sweet fructose. However, thieves can't be choosers and really I can't complain when it these apples dont really exist in wind country" he sighes halfheartedly. He sits down on a chair that was next to the window with a table in front. Laying on the table were papers spread across in a unorganized fashion.

"I hope M.O.T.O wasn't too much of a bitch to find. He's been an informant for me for a very long time and he isn't the type to actually....well speak up when the time is needed. Since the events of this village falling in hands of the Daimyo, there is really nothing much going on here except the fact that they are going to rebuild this entire village. I can assume they'll be war. The missing-nins are becoming relentless in there drive to overrun the Daimyo's control over here. Let's just say that they are both pissed off and neither side are really gaining any leverage in this battle" he sits back in the chair, the back of the chair hits the wall and Riku carefully balanced himself on the table where the heel of hits boots missed all of the papers. His hands rested on the back of head "These papers list our current targets"

Matsu would grab the papers and all of them were a short profile of each individual both on the Daimyo's side and on the missing-nin side. The two prominent people that stood out was the Daimyo and the Missing-nin leader. The Daimyo was at the age of fifty-six, although with the wrinkles on his face aging him like cheese, he looked like he was in his mid-sixites or possibly seventies. From the roundness of his chin and the second chin prominent underneath the first, he was a rotund man who prefer eating the highest qualities of pastries when the chef wasn't looking. He could imagine the Daimyo sneaking into the kitchen where he would take a small slither of pie sneaking out of the kitchen and away from the chef who probably smacked his hand for trying to steal his pie. His greying hair with the speckles of grey and black were all over his fading head. He probably looked better with a hat but saying that was better was like trying to put sugar on shit and saying it was a delicacy.

The leader of the missing-nins was far better looking than his ally or opponent. It was how you wanted to view these two people. Heavily spiked with a large scar over his eye, his appearance was a between factor of the past youthfullness he had in the past and the now and ready new era of where his thirties and forties will become not kind but not harsh. Time was on his side so far as this twenty-five year old was wanting to rule Sunagakure with an iron fist. The eyes of harsh grey showed out, the unsmiling face that would only crease up with a smile when he had the head of the Daimyo in his head. Riku saw that with his eyes. He was still smilling, in fact it was a grin now.

"Konoha has been dealing with the missing-nins and the Daimyo's men for a while. I dont know what the Hokage plans on doing but I can assume he was told by the Fire Daimyo to do this. Truly, I do not want Konoha to focus on Wind country. What gives us the pleasure of doing this job" he tilted his head and his shoulders shrug "Perhaps no one. Divine intervention could be said that it is on our side but I can't promptly say that" the sigh in his voice sound unnerving and perhaps impatient "It's all really a facade to distract konoha. I already knew that the moment Sunagakure when to the shitters. Really, this mission is to get rid of both puppet groups and eliminate all other resources in this country:"