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[/b][/i][Kemuri enters through the door on my left, alone. Her cloak hardly moves as she closes and locks it behind her, eyes cold and fixed upon my face. She carries herself with poise and a rigid sort of grace, contradictory in its own right, and her face is soft yet angular. Her cheeks are high and aristocratic, her eyes slanted and a chilling shade of ice blue—they match her perceptive gaze.
Similar to her past wardrobe, she has altered her long black cloak: she wears it with a pale blue and silver obi, a fan tucked inside it. She is wearing shorts underneath with black boots, leaving her thighs bare and exposed to the chilled air of the room. I can tell from first glance that she would off me if I hit on her, but I would not… She is definitely not the type. Hauntingly beautiful and silent, she makes her way to the table.
She gives a nod as she sits, and her feet are immediately put on the table, though I am not sure why. She is an odd one. My hands are shaking as I put the tape recorder between us to signify the interview has begun.][/font][/blockquote][/ul][/size][/color]
kyoshoku kemuri
[/b][/i][/size][/color][/font]21 || FEMALE || ASSASSIN ||
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SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS OF A DARK ETERNITY WITH NOTHING BUT MY PAIN AND THE PARALYZING AGONY
TELL ME WHO I AM, WHO I WAS, UNCERTAINTY ENVELOPING MY MIND TIL I CAN’T BREAK FREE
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"What am I but a tool for those around me?”
→ appearance |→eyes ||
My eyes? Hm. They rarely show emotion, and are either narrowed in distaste or anger. A very light and rare ice-blue, with flecks of deeper cobalt, somewhat akin to the waters of the deep sea. I do accent them with basic makeup, generally black eyeliner and mascara, and my lashes are long and dark, just like my hair. My eyebrows are smooth and arched, giving my eyes an always angry look.
→hair ||
[she scoffs] My hair is long, reaching down to mid-back. It hangs loose most of the time and is a glossy, deep black. There is no colour tint such as brown, purple, or blue: it is just black and nothing else. I have never coloured my hair. When I am working it is often pulled into a braid, and I attach a jade ring to the end so that I can use the hair as a whip.
→height and weight ||
I am five foot eight, one hundred twenty pounds.
→body type ||
I would consider myself slender, though still alluring. I’m rather thin and with much less muscle tone, compared to other kunoichi.
→ proper equipment |→kunoichi outfit ||
This is her regular attire, consisting of a black kimono top, paired with a pale blue and silver obi. She wears this with lycra shorts that hit mid-thigh, and knee-high boots with shinguards built in. There are pouches for knives within them as well. She is never seen without her black cloak, which she tends to wear over her top, and puts the obi over the cloak itself: she wears it kimono style. Her thighs are exposed, and her hair is either tied back with a jade ring or flowing around her shoulders. There is always a fan tucked in her obi, and she always wears her ring: it is on the right ring finger, the kanji reading “Shu” or “Scarlet”.
→geisha outfit ||
[At night, she does not wear her cloak or any weapons visibly. Instead she paints her face to mock that of a traditional geisha: with her pale skin, red lips and dark eyes, she is a more modern version, and she is known as “Kyoshoku-hime” or “Lady Kyoshoku”. Her skin smells of honeysuckle and jasmine, and not once has it failed to entrance her target. She wears a black silk kimono that it interwoven with silver threads in an intricate pattern, the underskirt a pale blue to match her obi. She wears it off of her shoulders with a pair of heels, black and four inches high with concealed blades. She is unarmed other than the two weapons, but that does not mean she is not dangerous.]
→ identifiers |
There is nothing particularly remarkable about me, other than the fact that I am constantly wearing heels. I also wear the Fumetsuhi cloak proudly, and the ring. My nails are always painted black, as are my toenails, but beneath the cloak is a simple outfit of black. Of course I have the spider tattoos on my hands, but I tend to wear gloves to avoid suspicion. My top, as it is kimono-style, has a fan tucked into the obi. There is also a scar on my right breast from my first encounter with ANBU from my village: I ran away young without time to train.
→ strengths |
Never feeling a twinge of empathy, sneak attacks or assassinations, manners of 'persuasion', filing papers, genjutsu, blade work, figuring out gun and other mechanics on the first try, strategizing due to high intelligence, avoiding injury and cooking, as random as that is.
→ weaknesses |
I suppose that there is nothing emotionally that gets to me, though I am rather weak in taijutsu for my rank. I train as often as I can to try and erase this… Something else, though, would probably be cats. Surprisingly enough I am allergic to them, and even one cat hair would send me into a frenzy of sneezing and watery eyes. On that note, I also have thrombocytophenia. That's a decrease of palates in the blood, meaning that it does not clot as easily. When I am cut, I bleed out at twice the normal rate.
→ personality |
Personality… I suppose you’re getting quite a taste just sitting here and talking to me, but I may as well humour you.
I have never really had the chance to experience true emotion, whether that be love or hatred, happiness or grief. I know how it is supposed to feel on an intellectual level, but due to my clan’s ability I could never test them out for myself. I’m sure I was an easygoing child—my mother used to tell me so—but the moment that I started training my life changed in that aspect.
Of course there are times when I feel like I want to kill something, and times when I am happy, but it is very minute amounts that manage to bleed through my perfect façade—my last name is a testament to that. After all, being a Kyoshoku woman requires the trait that people like to call ‘emotionless’, though the emotions are still there. They have merely been repressed for so long that they seem non-existent. Of course mine are still there, but the only one that you will ever see is oftentimes your last… I always smirk during a battle. It is a rush like no other, and it is the one thing that I truly love.
Though I am not a taijutsu type, I still have remote skill in that region. I didn’t rise to the top of the Ame ranks in less than two years for nothing, after all, but I do prefer to use Genjutsu. My whole life was an illusion, as is reality, in my opinion. I do have reasons for that opinion, but I do have a lot to hide and it’s not really your business as to what made me this way… Perhaps I will tell you later on. My history explains an awful lot of my mannerisms.
That being said, I have always been excellent at manipulating people’s emotions. I can be charming and seductive when I need to be, or friendly other times, but my eyes always hold that cold glint that has been present since the sixth year of my life. You could say that it’s unnecessary to be so calculating and distrustful, but that is the life of a criminal. If I trusted anyone, I would have ended up dead…
I choose my battles wisely, remember. Just because I may be powerful does not mean I am hot-headed, even though the heat of battle intoxicates me. Regardless, this was supposed to be ‘personality’. In short, I can be quite the talker once I get going, but oftentimes I will respond to a question with a one-word answer or even just a glare. I do not feel openly, and I do not want people to be close. I was raised a tool for war and that is what I shall be until the very purpose I am meant to serve takes my life once and for all
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“A shinobi is nothing without their skills.”[/center]
→ gear |
Kamisori Aikousha [Razor Fan].
→ inventory |
→kunoichi outfit ||
- Kamisori Aikousha, her Razor Fan.
- A jade ring.
- 20 shuriken.
- 10 kunai.
- 50 senbon.
- 25 soldier pills.
- 50 blood replenishers.
- Medication for her 'condition'.
- Perfume that smells of jasmine.
- Compact mirror and makeup.
- One bottle of black nailpolish, tinted blue. It is toxic once wet, due to the fact she gets the tint from spider venom.
- One palm sized medical kit, containing all the basics.
→geisha outfit ||
- Her fan, of course.
- Red lipstick that is laced with venom: she only applies it when she is going to kill.
- Her heels with the concealed blades.
- Two silver chopsticks to pin back her hair.
- A phial of chakra replenisher, enough for one dose.
- A small, flat container of blood replenisher and her medication.
- A bottle of eyeliner.
- One summoning scroll so that she can summon her shamisen if needed.
→ fighting style |
I rely heavily on my bloodline limit and genjutsu while preferring not to use ninjutsu or taijutsu. My evasion is good, but if I'm hit, it could be bad for me. I prefer mid to long range.
→ kekkei genkai |
Kumohani’i [Spider Scope]
→ bloodline mastery level |
Expert.
→ elemental nature |
Generally non-elemental, though through training I have discovered I am best at suiton and doton techniques.
→ chakra control level |
My kekkei genkai requires me to have perfect control.
→ overall ability | [points awarded out of five]
CURRENT
- ninjutsu | 4
- taijutsu | 2
- genjutsu | 5
- intelligence | 5
- strength | 3
- speed | 5
- stamina | 3
- hand seals | 2
- TOTAL | 29
→ mission stats |
34 D-rank | 14 C-rank | 12 B-rank | 108 A-rank | 78 S-rank | 37 unranked
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“One’s personal life is of no importance. What matters is the mark they’ve left on the world.”[/center]
→ likes |
Soft classical music, good wine, adrenaline, warm showers, time to myself, my ring, rain, completing a mission, coming up with strategies, playing with my spiders, debate over genomes and other political issues, watching villages fall, fog, destroying efforts to bring back peace, chaos, fires, ice, thick books, science, logic, tattoos, piercings, red eyes, kekkei genkai… And jasmine tea.
→ dislikes |
This list would probably be much longer than my likes list, but that is no matter. Anything light or pure gets to me, along with sweet things, the ‘new Akatsuki’, pop music, being injured, Konoha-nin, the old Akatsuki, large weapons (or ones that don’t look like the person could actually use them), the colour green, wingless butterflies, mermaids, dreams and hopes, the sun, tall grass, my villages, bullet wounds, and sour foods, just to name a few.
→ romantic history |
- Shiue – [she smirks and gives a dismissive hand wave]
- Seishou Miyoko – similar goals and interests. Simply a physical affair.
→ ideal partner |
Tall, confident, intelligent. Morally ambiguous.
→ habits |
Nothing, really. I tend to stare off into space when I am not amused, or stuck in a really long, boring meeting. I also toy with the ends of my hair, and I am continually adjusting the tightness of my obi. I hate it when it is loose. I also tend to put my feet up on tables and desks, but that is just something I do to annoy people. [she gives me a small smirk] I also paint my nails when I have spare time. The same black as I am wearing now.
→ fears |
There is nothing that I truly fear, though I desire never to get close to anyone… That, and I do not want to die before reaching my goal.
→ dreams |
None in particular. I already destroyed Kusa – what else could I ask for?
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“To rely on others is weakness. I would rather live in ignorance than open myself to attack.” [/center]
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→ family |
- [Kyoshoku Kumo | 39 | Deceased]
→ friends |
She could consider Seishou Miyoko a friend, but she has only had one – the young Kousei Yami.
→ history |[size=1My history is rather long, and not very interesting. It’s the classic tale of woe, I can tell you that much…
I have time.[/i][/b]
We’ll start at the beginning, then.
On January twentieth, twenty-one years ago, Kyoshoku Kumo gave birth to a six pound, five ounce daughter. She did not know who the father was, nor did she care. This baby was her only chance to pass on her craft, and she was going to do everything she could to ensure that this child, her one daughter, would inherit the Kyoshoku name and bring them some sort of glory in the future to counteract its bloody and vengeful past. I was that baby—Kyoshoku Kemuri.
My mother raised me well, healthy and knowledgeable of the world around me. She instilled hatred deep within my mind for everyone in this village, saying that it was their fault that we were alone. Another was that men were weak, pitiful creatures, though later on in life I found that it was not necessarily true. At the time, though, I believed it, and a part of me still does.
When I was three, I was stamped with the customary Kumohani’i tattoos on each palm. I was told that I now had to master chakra control (though I hardly knew what chakra was) and how to convert it into a deadly venom that would run within my systems. Of course I had no idea what this would mean for my future, by my mother said that it needed to be done and the last time I had refused she had beaten me severely, so I did as I was told. I had her read me the books, talk me through the focussing, and in return she would tell me some interesting facts about spiders.
As I learned how to control this chakra, I also learned that mistakes meant pain. Once I knew how to convert my regular chakra into venom, I had to learn to keep it isolated to just my chakra network. You see with regular shinobi, chakra literally flows in their tissues and veins. It keeps them warm and limber, ready for battle and keeps pain slightly dulled so they can take more hits. The problem with the Kyoshoku clan is that if we allowed ourselves to let go like that, the venom would target our vital systems, starting with the heart and lungs. [/size]
Why does that happen? [/i][/b]
When the female is young they have to constantly monitor their chakra levels and fluctuation, and if their emotions or hormones got out of hand it would have dire consequences. I know from firsthand experience, because when I was a girl I one day got in a fight with a boy in the village. He called me useless and told me that I needed to stop playing boy games, and I promptly threw a fit. I didn’t mean to, honestly, because that one moment of anger made all hell break loose within my body.
The venom broke free of my flimsy, child-made restraints, and attacked my body with fervour. I collapsed, screaming and crying out from the pain, and eventually fell unconscious. When I woke up my mother was there, scolding me for being foolish and telling me that no longer would I be playing childhood games with my so-called ‘friends’. In her words, friends and ties made you weak. Bonds were flimsy, and even if they were made of chain they would always rust and break. The only thing worth working for in this world was power and knowledge. I trusted her, and I still live by that.
I eventually recovered in a couple of days, and training came at me full-force for months until the night of my sixth birthday. That was the night when I made a contract with Mamori and Raishuu, my widows, and they began to feed off the chakra I had worked so hard to control. I was ecstatic about the whole ordeal, no matter how vicious the spiders were, and I could not wait to get the chance to use them. My mother was proud as well, and she was eager to take me out and train, but not even twenty-four hours afterwards my mother was captured by the Kusagakure no Sato council on grounds of treason.
Of course it was true, but I did not know that at the time. I screamed for her as she was dragged off towards the jail, crying and flailing for all it was worth. It was a fruitless attempt, and one of the ANBU that had grabbed me knocked me out swiftly and silently. I woke up on a platform, looking up at my wounded and barely breathing mother.
She was in terrible condition, having being beaten and tortured for information and motive. Tears were streaking down her face, and she looked at me one last time with eyes that were nowhere near the tint of mine. Hers were like ice, completely grey and unfeeling as she cursed the village and all the people within it. I had never heard her talk in such a way, and no matter what she had put me through I could not bring myself to loathe her. I had loved my mother with every fibre of my being. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye before a wickedly curved blade glinted, gutting her in front of the roaring crowd.
Something in my mind snapped that day. After I was escorted home and told to show up at the council building the next morning, I said nothing. When I was told that I was being raised by shinobi corps, I said nothing. I was a mute for years upon years, working for no reason that I knew, or the people around me. This continued for years, until I had become a well-oiled fighting machine. My eyes were as blank as a slate, but I never dwelt on it.
I was heavily trained for four years in all areas, though I excelled in Genjutsu. I did it all automatically, and nothing memorable happened.
Well, not until I turned ten. One morning I woke up, dressed, grabbed my fan, and went to headquarters as per instruction. I was summoned to the councillor’s office and I went without question, but this time I locked the door behind me. There were twelve people inside that day—five councillors, seven guards. But it didn’t matter. I listened to what they had to say and then… I just snapped. [/color][/size]
Snapped...?[/color][/i][/b]
Yes, 'snapped'.I don’t remember exactly what happened from a first-person perspective, but instead as if I was watching the whole ordeal. I started by pulling out my fan, flicking it open and lunging: I caught two councillors, the oldest and slowest ones. The other’s scattered as blood spattered over the papers, and I felt a guard grab me from behind. Another came from my front, but by that time I had struggled free and hooked the one behind me right in the jaw with such force that I heard his neck snap. He dropped with a slump, and the other soon got the same treatment.
I pressed my hands together to call on Raishuu, and she appeared in seconds. Though we do not get on well she attacked three guards, eating a good quarter of my chakra in the process. Two more councillors were infected with the venom before I dismissed her, and managed to get two more guards. The final councillor, the one who had ordered my mother’s death, was cowering the corner behind the remaining guards. So far I had not a scratch, but when the female with red hair lunged with her ninja-to, I miscalculated and ended up with a large gash on my leg.
She was next, though. I slid my gloved had along the length of the blade, twisting it at an odd angle to it broke her arm and impaled her right through the chest. The last guard charged at me, and as humiliating as it was for him I merely sidestepped. He crashed into the wall, and all that was left between myself and that councillor was my conscience… But at that time, I did not have one. I gave that horrible old crone the same treatment she gave my mother, but this time without a single word. Her screams still echo in my ears, the look on her face forever frozen in memory.
That was when I snapped out of the daze, and finally fell back into my own bloodstained body. I didn’t have any time to react before I felt a needle in my leg, the liquid pressure forcing a powerful tranquilizer through my body. I collapsed without a sound, and did not wake for three days. When I did, however, the room was white and smelled like nothing. I'm not even exaggerating... It didn't have a smell. [/color][/size]
Where were you?[/size][/i][/b]
I didn't very well know at the time. I was strapped to a bed, intravenous needles in each arm and drip bags administering drugs. It was obvious, and I could feel my chakra system faltering. I struggled against the bindings until someone came in to talk to me. Apparently I had been institutionalized.[/color][/size]
Really?[/i][/b]
Yes, really. According to the doctors, I had just managed to kill twelve people without batting an eyelash. It was ten years old and I was in an institution for committing partial politicide. You can imagine how awesome this was for me to hear, though I honestly did not know what was going on and where they were getting their information from—the only evidence they had was the cut on my leg and eyewitness account. I knew I wasn't crazy... At least not anymore.
It didn't take long for their intent to become clear. I was to be interrogated over my motives and clan secrets, but there was no way for them to get me to talk. They tried anything and everything—torture, genjutsu, serums—but my lips were sealed. [she sighs] They were the ones that had made me so impervious to interrogation, and now they wanted to get all sorts of information out of me. This progressed on and on for about a year, and I was finally thrown into a cell to rot for the rest of my time on earth.
That wouldn't hold for long, though. I saved my chakra, every last drop, until I could summon Mamori. She got me the key for my cell, and that was how I escaped. I was weak beyond all belief, but being so small it was child's play (literally) to climb into a vent and crawl out of that damned facility. Once out I fled to my home, gather a couple canisters of gasoline and some matches. I flooded the entire place with the flammable liquid and lit it, turning the prison into the hell it was. I don't know the tolls for that incident.[/size]
What happened after that?[/b][/color][/size]
Well, my first thought was to hide. My second to kill myself... And then it occurred to me that I had too much talent to let go to waste. I went to the one place that no one would care about my past—Amegakure no Sato.
It was as rainy as the name led me to believe, I can tell you that. The first order of business there was to get a job, and I found one. I worked part-time at a bookstore, stocking shelves until I could afford some new clothes and a flat. I did train every single day, but I made sure to wear gloves whenever I went out. I lived this way for about six months, and one day I decided that I was going to become a shinobi once more.[/size]
After everything?[/b][/size][/color]
Of course. It was my destiny to become a shinobi. [she glares pointedly]
Now, that being said, it must have been odd for an eleven-year-old girl in a frilly dress to walk into the shinobi offices and register for academy classes. Not that I needed them, of course, but I would not be able to become an Ame shinobi without graduating the academy. I paid my fee and went to the lessons without complaint, but already being of high calibre it didn’t take even a week before I challenged the final exam and passed with flying colours. [she smirks] The look on my sensei’s face was priceless.
I was assigned a Genin team with other children, but they were easily incompetent and I eventually grew frustrated with the situation. Not to the point of becoming ill from chakra distruption, but until my face was a light shade of red. I remember growing angry one day and finally challenging my Jounin master to a one-on-one fight. [she pulls out a bottle of black nailpolish and begins to paint her nails.] It wasn’t really a challenge, but it was hard to keep the earth solid while he used water jutsu. That was another incident where I used Mamori and Raishuu.
Of course no one was expecting a couple of giant black widows to appear out of nowhere and nearly bite their heads off, but that was unimportant. The point was that I won that battle, even though I was injured and bloody and covered head to toe in mud. I hate mud with a passion because of that, mostly because it took so long to wash out of my hair (I have never cut it. Why else would it be so long?). My sensei got a good taste of my abilities, however, and entered our team in the Chuunin exams.
Those were simple enough in their own right. I was twelve at the time, and literally carrying my team past the finish line because damn it, I wanted to pass these exams. [she yawns and squints. There is a moment’s pause before she resumes painting and continues.] They were interesting. I finally fought some people who were a challenge… I never had any idea of what rank I was before I left Kusa. My mind was completely blank that entire time, and I still have a hard time remembering anything past that night eleven years ago.
It doesn’t matter now, though. The point of that whole bit there is that I triumphed in those exams without killing anyone—I had decided that it would be best not to—and had made it to Chuunin, and was assigned a new team. This one was not as bad as the other, and I trained with them constantly to improve my skills. I gained some new ninjutsu, though I was quickly informed that I was better suited for the illusion arts—Genjutsu.[/size]
I would assume that is true. You are known for it, after all.[/i][/color][/size]
Yes, that is true. I did develop some new types of Genjutsu for myself, personalized to bring people to their knees without even having to lift a finger. They were my strongest moves until I entered the Jounin exams at age thirteen, where I found that Genjutsu is not as effective as I would want it to be on certain types of people and missions—I found that playing dirty was the best way to go, but I was still too young physically to appeal to anyone, though I personally find that I was a rather pretty young girl. Blue eyes and dark hair… Not extraordinarily common. [she smiles]
Anyway, I decided that once I passed—which was easy enough—I would come up with a way to manipulate people through sensation and emotion. It was simple to go to the council buildings in this sleazy town and sneak into the scroll storage buildings and look into human manipulation. As forbidden as it is to purposely change how someone feels about you, I found that I had to know how it was done, and I was going to do it. After all, I was technically already a criminal—though the village did not know that.
You didn’t tell them?[/i][/color][/size]
Of course not.
They don’t do background checks?[/b][/color][/size]
No. [She smiles sweetly] I made sure of it.
But that was never really an issue to begin with. [She shakes her head] No one would question me at that age. I was a machine, well-oiled and ready to do away with anyone who found reason to tangle themselves within the webs that I weave.
The year progressed without incident, and I was slowly starting to grow into my teenage body at the same time as my jutsu began to develop. I did not train on a team and completed missions only when necessary, and other than that I had no contact with the outside world. I sat in my new home—a high-rise apartment overlooking the ‘God’ tower—and meditated. I made notes when an idea came to me, and during the mornings I would go out to the clearing in the pouring rain and practise.
Initially I tried my jutsu on animals: rabbits, dogs, sometimes deer. [she shrugs] They were imperfect… I needed a human subject.
You tested on humans…?
[She raises an eyebrow] Of course I did. There was no other way.
[She cuts me off with a glare] And I found one. A boy my age, a Genin, by the name of Yami. Purple hair and eyes, and the sweetest child you would ever know.
I pretended to be his friend. We shared things, trained together, had sleepovers… At one point I began to think that maybe we could actually be friends. Of course that was the childish part of my mind speaking. I had no time for friends: a shinobi does not feel.
So after some time, I began to slowly ease him into the idea of being my test subject. He said she was my friend and that he trusted me, and that trust was exactly what I needed to get my job done. I was fourteen when he finally agreed to be my subject.
We started with the easy things. Touches that lingered due to chakra, scent ninjutsu, other contact genjutsu. When he did not react I thought that I had failed and they did not work, and I began to revise and redo all the jutsu that I was using. I had no idea that because of my special chakra nature I was actually bleeding my chakra into him system, converting him from the inside into liking me. [she sighs again, and recaps the bottle.]
It was not just the infatuation that I desired as a result… He fell in love with me. That was something that I could not have, especially since I did not have time for it. I did what I had to… I disposed of the evidence.
You killed him?
[She nods] Yes.
I moved on from there. I destroyed the body and brought back the pieces, saying that we had been training when we were ambushed by some enemy nin. They were so strong that we could not handle them, and he was killed and dismembered. They bought my lie. [She smiles] I can look sweet and innocent when I must.
The family grieved, and I pretended to, when in reality I was ecstatic about the effect that my jutsu had on him. It was a bit too powerful and now I only had to figure out how to convert my chakra into its regular, fluid form. That took longer than making the actual jutsu themselves, and I was sixteen by the time that I got the hang of it. At that point, however, I did not necessarily need powers like that… I was, according to source, beautiful enough in my own right.
But it didn’t matter to me. I had to complete my work.
During the nights I took a job at a tavern, and used the opportunity to practise. The more I worked and tested, the better the jutsu became until it was flawless. At one point I had entranced a kimono maker, and he gave me the most beautiful silken kimono—black, of course, with this obi. [She gestures to it] I liked it so much that I began to wear it with my shinobi outfit as well. [She shrugs faintly]
I started to wear that kimono after quitting my job to come during the nights and practise that way, with words and gentle touches. I do not get close to people, but I merely lead them on to get what I want. My nights carried on for a long time like this, until I decided that my talents were better suited for contracting, not working for some retched power. I formally withdrew from the Ame shinobi corps, after reaching Elite at age fifteen. (Of course this counted as me defecting, so I now have two scratched-out hitai-ates.)
I began to work for the underground, contracting myself out for assassinations and thefts within the village, and for missions that the village would not take. There was lots of money here, and I made as living and a name for myself this way. Nothing particularly eventful happened, though I had become an outside contact for the Akatsuki… Yes, I had been involved with them before I knew of their goals. I had intelligence on a few subjects, and as long as I kept my lips sealed they would not kill me. It was only once or twice, and I never did it by name… I was “The Widow” when I conversed with their representative, and my face was hidden.
That was before they were disbanded, of course, when the gangs came. [She rolls her eyes] I was never really affected by them, though business did boom due to drug raids and other dirty deeds that needed to be carried out. I was once approached by a Kurai lackey and told that I should go see their leader, but I had decided that I really did not care for their goal and did not think that I could reach my full potential there. I kept working for myself until I heard news that Uchiha Madara was going after the Bijuu again, and was looking for recruits. [/size]
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Oh, of course. Capturing Bijuu sounded like a perfectly acceptable pastime… And he needed members. I knew that I could work for someone like that without feeling small or invaluable, though it turned out to be –pardon my language-absolute bullshit. He was the most ridiculous leader one could ever ask for: Fumetsuhi would have gone under if not for the fact that I, among Uchiha Sasuke and Madoka, were there – he never would have known what to do. The great Uchiha Madara was utterly laughable.
Kurai, however, offered me a golden price to sell them information about Fumetsuhi… [she smirks] I had to accept. Their leader, Miyoko, was an absolute delight to work with. Thoughtful and merciless… we were one in the same. With our combined knowledge it was all too easy to bring down Fumetsuhi… And no, I’m not going to elaborate. That would defeat the purpose of it being a secret plot.
I still have my ring, however – if Akatsuki ever plans on using the telepathic link again, they’ll have me to contend with. Nowadays I don’t do much… I just spend time wandering the lands, taking work when I must. My name has grown: I can now do what I please without interference.[/size][/blockquote][/spoiler]
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→ rp sample |For someone that was oftentimes the centre of attention, the Kyoshoku woman could not help but think that tonight she was well in the mood for being somewhat alone. She tired of the company that filled the bars and clubs she so often frequented, though it was mostly for information rather than her own entertainment. As a woman she found no need to socialize with the sleazy folk in this world, but as a kunoichi it was a necessity. If one wanted to survive they had to be one or more of three things: rich, sneaky, or overly-powerful. To say that she was more than one would be the truth, but as pompous as she was, Kemuri would never think of herself as ‘sneaky’.
No, after joining the Fumetsuhi and hunting down the Bijuu in ways that did not exactly leave no trace, she had found that there was not a good reason to slink around like some kind of ghost. If someone had a problem with her they could bring it to her face, though it would generally not last long if Kemuri was allowed to do as she pleased to solve it. Instead of politely asking people to go away she generally took a less… Peaceful method in dealing with those who did not please her. It wasn’t exactly easy to either make her angry or joyous, and oftentimes she was indifferent to a variety of different situations. If she could show emotion she probably would not, but since it was dangerous for her to regardless she took perfecting her cold façade in stride.
Tonight, though, she was in a bit more of a pleasant mood. She had taken time off for herself and had settled for walking through the thicket to make her way to the next location that she had a meeting at, and was quite pleased that her timing had been well-placed so that she was walking at night as opposed to mid-day. She liked the way the moon shone through the treetops, lighting the ground with its dappled, dim light. The way her skin glowed white against the heavy black fabric of her cloak was aesthetically pleasing as well, though she did not like to think about how easy she would be to spot… Eh. It’s not like she was hiding from anyone or anything regardless.
As a matter of fact, she had noticed a slight presence following her for a few minutes now, and had been slightly curious as to their motives. They did not seem hostile for the time being, and so long as they did not attack she would not exactly find herself ‘frightened’… Though in a way, she probably should have been. Her pursuer was incredibly good at concealing themselves: when Kemuri had taken a moment to glance around discreetly she had seen nothing apart from the barest movement of a shadow. It seemed that the person would be worth her time if they showed themselves, but it would always be better to check to make sure that she would be unharmed. Some may call it paranoia, but paranoia was always a shinobi’s best defence.
Kemuri brought a gloved hand to her lips, pulling off the fabric with her teeth before closing her fingers into a fist. When the reopened there was a small, black spider in her palm, and with a hushed whisper she had sent Mamori off to scout out their visitor. She was not sent to harm, just bring her some intelligence on this possible foe. The kunoichi took her time walking as she waited, listening intently to the noises above. The footsteps were masked by the sounds of wind through leaves, but the soft thock of zori against wood was still audible to her highly trained ears. The raven-haired woman knew full well that if this person did not want to be caught they would have masked themselves better, which meant that yes, Kemuri was supposed to know of this mysterious person’s presence.
The slight shift of chakra within her sent off a pervasion of slight scent: Kemuri had perfected this jutsu long ago, and knew of its effects. If this person had been interested in the kunoichi before, it would only increase from hereon out. There was a reason why she had named it “Scent of a Goddess”—it was one of the only times when she was completely confident that it would appeal to a person. The young woman did not often appreciate attention, but when Mamori returned to report the miniscule amount of information and solidify her suspiscion that she was being followed, a bit of pride meandered through her—apparently her follower was a woman, and was following out of interest.
Based on the aura, Kemuri had the sneaking notion that she would be the slightest bit safe from a possible attack, but there was nothing that was for sure saying that she would not have to be on her guard. She brought the small spider back to her hand, the tickle of spider’s legs on her skin telling her it was time to send the illusion back where it came from. She closed and re-gloved her hand before continuing her walk at a slightly slower pace. Moments ticked by at an exaggerated rate, and the slightest of smirks crossed the nukenin’s pretty features when she felt intense eyes settle on her back. It was time.
Kemuri stopped in her tracks when she felt the sudden surge of chakra from the treetops, spreading her legs ever so slightly so that she would be more solid in her stance. The instant that the signature moved her muscles tensed, chakra pooling ever so slightly into her hands at the thought of a possible battle. She did not turn at the sound of a landing behind her, instead waiting as a shadow flew over her head and landed in the tree that was in front of her. First a pair of dangling legs, then the rest of the cloaked figure came into view. Mamori was right: it was a woman, and one that would daunt anyone else.
Cobalt eyes drifted upwards when the cadence of fabric shifting reached her ears, and she was soon greeted by the sight of a rather pretty young woman with the most starting features she had ever seen. Her hair was almost as blue as Kemuri’s eyes, which she did find rather odd, but it was nothing near the pair of eyes that had fixed on hers. They were such a light brown that they were glowing an eerie yellow in the moonlight, something that the nukenin had never come across before. To top that off she could see the slight tension that was trademark of a fellow runaway, and a chakra flow that seemed different than others she had encountered. Kemuri would make some time for this woman… Yes, it was only fair.
“Quite the entrance.” Kemuri’s tone was very lightly teasing, though still dark and soft as were her custom. Her hands were held loosely at her sides, leaving herself completely unarmed in this woman’s presence. The blue pattern of her Fumetsuhi cloak was dark against the billowing black fabric that garbed her, the wind bringing a chill to settle within her bones. The raven-haired kunoichi took a moment to think of the words to say before she smirked, never breaking her gaze. “You have been following me… Mind telling me why? I promise I will not get hostile.”
“I know what you are doing this for. When you sell it I will know, and I will come to collect what is truly mine.
Pleasure doing business with you, Toru.[/u] [/color][/size][/font]
The Genjutsu is now dispelled, and my reality fades back into view. I am not in my office anymore, but instead in front of the shinobi base. She knows I am going to sell it, and if I prolong the deal she will find someone else. I know I am going to die, and if this is all I can do to help the world, so be it.][/center][/i][/font][/blockquote][/ul]
