Examining the Shards [P][No Killing]

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Soft waves of wind passed through the dead branches of the trees within the Bone yard of Kirigakure no Sato, making the dead and burned leaves on the ground begin to crackle against the ground with it's soft movement across it's rocky being. Gravel and shattered rocks littered the area, in which his wooden-sandal covered feet started to track through the ground. His right foot landed across a nearby large stone, leg raised up enough for his being to lean forward and land his right elbow across his knee of that leg. He was curious of why they had called it the bone yard, until he had arrived at a certain point. Upon reaching where he was, he saw the sea of shattered bones and skulls, blood stains all across the land mass and through to only stare from side to side of the mass of battle zone, amused by the very brink of insanity that had once happened here before. Only to allow his white hair to breeze by the silent winds of the air, he let in a deep breath, taking in the stench of old war.

Smelled like dead bodies to him really, only to slowly look around for something to sit upon. It wasn't that easy finding somewhere to sit in a graveyard, nor was it really smart to be in a place like this to begin with. He took it to be more interested in the graveyard than any other part of the boring-ass village. His headband was shown along his right shoulder, latched on tight from it's partial shine to it. It was covered in stained blood and scratched from recent fights, slowly murmuring to himself to just sit upon the ground below his being. So boring really. There was hardly a thing to do in his mind, nor in the village, missions were dull as fuck and there was nothing to do. He wore his usual attire of a sleeveless shirt and pair of black pants, which were creased up as he sat, black hues outwards at the sea of bones before him. Soft twitches of his palm against the ground, index finger tapping the stone ground below him with irritating. But upon doing so, a small shard of bone came into his range, slowly letting his hues shift to the side to be able to catch the glimpse of it once it touched the flesh of his finger.

Only to uncurl his palm and wrap his digits around the small bone fragment, he lifted it from the ground and examined it at close range, narrowing his hues enough to try and get a good look at what it might of come from. From the Femur? No. From the ribcage? Most likely. Boredom was just striking him badly. He wished his uncle was here to help him get "Un-bored" by teaching him about his own clan, and how it was in so many wars with it's own branches. He was more interested in that than probably anything else, except maybe fighting. With a sword along his back, twin mechanisms on his wrists, he only held the bone a bit carefully within his grasp, hues locked on it.

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The sun sat at a 50degree angle to the evened-out ground of the Village Hidden in the Mist, where a prominent dull-blue glow overshadowed the entirety of the buildings. The sky would have been a beautiful iridescent purple had it not been for the drain-drenched clouds that the sun needed to pass through. The clouds which lingered around the Hidden Mist village were like a bad cold during winter; it was ever prevalent. As a result of the constance of the clouds and the huge mass of water which surrounded the Village and the nation, it was only fitting that the Village be named due to the scenario and environment it was within; Misty. Yes, the Village Hidden in the Mist was completely enshrouded in Mist and it was a cold mist AND it was gloomy as all heck. If the clouds didn't make it a dull-blue color, the mist sure as hell did.

Ahora didn't require a watch, judging by the sun she knew it was around 4 in the afternoon, a time just when simple civilian folk were beginning to feel like their day should be over from the dullness, but it wouldn't be the case for at least another hour. Whilst Ahora, on the other hand wasn't a simple civilian folk nor was she working. Technically she always working and there was never a dull moment in her life; except for if she had to sit for hours in the mist and rain... then there was an exception. But she was never off-duty and never on-duty; she had to always be prepared and even something as simple as going for a casual stroll in the dimming afternoon - alertness was key and there was nothing different about today. Especially when she coincidentally turned her head towards the barred fence of the prohibited boneyard. And as such, coincidentally, her vision rested on a darker figure. An undertaker perhaps, a simple civilian folk or something completely different: it was almost her duty and responsibility to investigate it.

Utilizing the simplicities of the Sousakara Clan allowed her to darken her skin into a charcoal-like color and using the shadows of the dead trees, seemingly turned her into a shadow. She had substituted her usual white-influenced ninja attire into a dark-brown attire where even the lightest of lights wouldn't reflect her. And away she went, treaded lightly and calmly straight forward with the shadows of the trees flickering in and amongst her every now and then. She didn't want to be completely concealed, but she did want to come off as mysterious as possible, especially with a stranger. And that, was the first stop to meeting this new person.

The place was eerier, uncomfortable and downright gloomy and it didn't help the fact it was labelled 'The Boneyard' and it literally was that, an area littered with bones everywhere. One of the few places in Kirigakure no Sato fairly untouched as it was made to pay homage to the fallen and for the people within Kiri to bring the pain and bitterness to their rivals, as those whom were defeated were. The Mizukage and Daimyou of Kiri wanted to keep the Boneyard as a reminder to those within to be bitter; and that's who most of the people within the village are. Except Ahora, mind you. Ahora still had some sense within and being aide to the Mizukage, kept him in check.

Ahora had approached the stranger with roughly 5meters of difference between the two. The space was enough to be both informal and formal and it kept her safe.. just in case. She really didn't know the figure before her, sitting down with two sword strapped to his back; he seemed to be a ninja. Furthermore, he seemed to have something within his grasp. It wasn't until he released his grasp that a bone fragment could be seen. And this was the perfect topic starter, "You know it's bad respect to play with the bones of those whom have passed. But I don't think respect is your thing or else you would've been in this place to begin with.."

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As the sun began to shine through the misty clouds overhead, the very tone of another entering the ear upon his right, the mechanism flicked along with his wrist. It didn't release the spikes within it, only to allow a small sigh to drift from his pale lips. Such an irritating to have someone beside him. Although it was some distance, his black hues shifted over towards the female figure. Dark skin and clothing, her hair color undetermined from the dim light and the brightening. To determine it would have to be closer to make it exact, but he really didn't feel like it. The words from the girl only so slightly irritated him, but it was a bit true. Something to start a conversation? Probably. Small talk wasn't his thing, he was more of a slaughter first, ask questions later kinda person. Slowly gripping the piece of bone in his palm, he quickly raised his arm up and flung it towards the mass of sea of bones, hearing a flick 'clicks' with the bones pressing and bouncing against one another before it finally ceased.

"I'd prefer to be the one putting my own kills in here. I don't have respect for the dead if I do not know them."

His irritated voice had called so darkly out to the girl, hues out to the sea of bones before him. So boring that he was getting lectured by another ninja. Something about the dead and whatnot, none of his business what happened a few ten decades ago or whatnot. Slowly arching his palm back down to his lap, he held his palms within it, black hues closing so softly to the darkness of the lids in front of them. With pupils behind them, the darkness was so slight because of the sunlight drifting down upon them through his snow-white hair. Something about this place only felt familiar, as if some past life was trying to haunt him about something. Lectures from his Uncle and the Kirigakure area was so slight to his memory, it was almost vague.

"What are you doing here, then? To pay respect to bones?"

Again his voice rang out from his lips, only slightly more respectful than the last time he spoke, voice low and calm. With the gentle winds through the area, he was just trying to take in the area, figuring what could be done if he was suddenly attacked or whatnot, ears taking in the very few sounds through silence that occurred and what could be done about them. Bones were rattling through the winds, ones that were loose, and ones that were broken. Something was creepy here, and he really didn't like it that much. He heard Kaguya lived here, Bone Manipulators, interesting enough to him that he couldn't do too much about them. Here he couldn't do a thing.

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The large, however dead trees which littered the boneyard provided shadows enough to darken the vicinity into an early nighttime. The dark shadows which lingered so unobtrusively caused the shattered and dry bones to twinkle like tiny jewels in a pool of tar. The sunlight seemed to refract from the trunks of the dead trees and illuminate any bone which lay harmlessly against the floor. Looking at it from Ahora's position was looking into a clear night sky at an extremely close position with the haze of mist. So technically it wasn't clear, but it was the clearest Kiri would ever become. Bah. Mist was never too fun. Especially at this time of day, Especially in this location, Especially with a stranger whom seemed to have problems as big of the sun. But that's what made it so ... beautiful. Weirdness and things being out of the ordinary excited Ahora and this situation, despite its lack of color still seemed to be horribly colorful.

"I'd prefer to be the one putting my own kills in here. I don't have respect for the dead if I do not know them." Ahora could empathize with what the stranger had declared. Some people, especially those whom resided in this particular village would approach this particular situation with the same response. Whilst Ahora could empathize with what this stranger had said, she couldn't connect with it and that was the biggest difference between her... and them.

Stepping out of the shadow of the large tree and ever so closer to the stranger whom Ahora could almost completely confirm to be a shinobi residing to the village, she altered the Dermis-side of her bloodline into it's usual colour; a half-tanned, half-pale skin-tone, with a brunette coloration of her hair. She tapped the side of her clothing and the color almost instantaneously changed back into the usual white-cream it was famed with. This was the real Ahora, color and all. And she listened intently to what the shinobi had to say.

"What am I doing... Well, I'm simply approaching a trespasser, who happens to be on sacred ground and with no plausible right. And I for one have no plausible right to be here either, other then to hold an oath to my village and to always serve it. As a shinobi, it's my unwritten right to keep some form of order within the village. As I'm sure you'd know just as well, fellow shinobi. Anywho, I guess I better not make this situation anymore gloomier then it requires: I'm Ahora, Aide to the Mizukage. Who be you?" Ahora approached this shinobi with a sense of informality and whilst maintaining the utmost respect, allowed the conversation to be vague. This particular question she asked would test to see exactly what type of a person this shinobi wanted to be portrayed as; friendly or unfriendly - Only time would tell. She stood, hands by her side and her posture as elegant as any other.

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Listening to the words of the female beside him, while his knees were unbending themselves enough for his legs to straighten to a standing position, his peach-pale skin starting to reflect off the dim sunlight when it drifted through the clouds. Dead leaves were scattering everywhere with the very midst that something was occurring. From what he was told, anyone within the mist with a cloak such as the girl's, skin as her's, were known as one type of clan. The Kaguya. Interesting enough that he had just found that out when she stepped from the shadows. It was so weird that shadows would have the feigned image of color-changing properties or something of the sort to blow off his very sense of thinking. But from the words she was telling him from what she was doing, it was so precarious to him.

"So if your not allowed, and I'm not allowed, what gives you the proper reasoning to be here within this forbidden area in the first place? If village law had subdued anyone within the area, why am I not knocked out and dragged to a ninja prison for all time just for stepping into this graveyard?"

Sense was killing him right now with the statement he had just made, his right palm extending before him as he snapped his wrist, allowing a twin-spike to come from the top of the barrel before him. It latched in place as the long spike came forward, the leaves around him drifting to land upon the ground in a huge mist. His dark aura was burning across his shoulders to give him this sadistic and evil wave of insanity through the air. A dark grin came to stretch itself along his paled lips, black hues closing enough to allow the darkness and light of the air to piece through the very fabric of what he was thinking. For some strange reason, night air didn't so much help with stability.

Only to allow his black hues to open once more when the sky was dimming with the urge to go into night, the silent air began to descend, the cooling piece in which usually snapped his stability rate in half. A small chuckle came through his lips before finally pressing the spike down into the ground with an arch of his right arm. A few more of them came forward before finally allowing his left mechanism to retract itself outwards.

"I would recommend getting to safety as fast as you can. If I catch you in my sight, I wouldn't hold my breath. Clan-lined or not."

His view was aimed away from her for safety purposes, giving at least a head start before his grin widened across his face, shoulders arching downwards before allowing his arms to extend out, feeling the very air permeate his skin with it's refreshing tones of fresh cold liquid that danced through the air. It was like an invisible mist coating his flesh to cool down his temperature enough to make sure he didn't overheat. It felt all so nice, sadistic waves of his own emotions trying to be held back by his own free will. But it did feel more than it should've.

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The stranger rose from his apparent comfortable sitting position. He did so with extreme grace and ease, almost like that of a female. The stranger then began speaking confidently, "So if your not allowed, and I'm not allowed, what gives you the proper reasoning to be here within this forbidden area in the first place? If village law had subdued anyone within the area, why am I not knocked out and dragged to a ninja prison for all time just for stepping into this graveyard?" The ninja had a good point; she had no reason to be here other then to confront this stranger. She knew that he knew that exact reason, however it would appear he just wanted to antagonize her so to speak. She could, however, create an answering to this statement in a slightly more-sly approach, "If you really want me to knock you out and drag you to a ninja prison for all time, I'm sure something can be easily arranged." She gave a slight smile to the end of this response to make sure he knew Ahora was trying to lay down some form of respect whilst trying to ease some of the intensities between the two. There was no complete reason to be, after all; the two had just met. She then added quickly, "Well if you can be imprisoned for being in this place and as it stands I happen to be too, then I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot more whilst in this prison."

The next thing happened semi-expectingly. Something just seemed to change change in his already bitter mood, he just seemed to lose patience. As a key indicator of this, twin-spikes seemed to be released from a wrist-based contraption and an aura seemed to permeate from his being. Ahora gulped, partly in awe, partly due to being scared of what could potentially occur. She knew immediately she had to be on extreme alert for this character. Suddenly, a chuckle was released from his lips and he then proceeded to spike his weapon into the ground. He then spoke half-menacingly, half mockingly, "I would recommend getting to safety as fast as you can. If I catch you in my sight, I wouldn't hold my breath. Clan-lined or not." Ahora just stared at this stranger with a stupid expression. You're kidding me, Ahora thought to herself before stepping forward and crossing her arms stubbornly.

"And now who are you to tell me what to do. I'm sure you'll know that I didn't get to this stature without risking a little. So now here I am and here I'll stay. You intrigue me and I have yet to discover your name. At least that much respect should be given. Ahora stated quite menacingly herself. She hated arrogance and ignorance and this ninja seemed to radiate it. It was his aura, and he had complete pride and confidence in his abilities. Thankfully, so did Ahora and she truly was intrigued about this ninja and what he could possibly do. She was too curious, one day it would kill her.

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His dark grin came to slowly become to be shown with his black hues staring towards the female just before him by a few or so meters. The very intent to murder and kill without mercy was permeating his being with all sense of sadistic intent. The very image of his being was wavy at best, his mechanisms crossing along with his arms. His steps were shading and moving so slowly it was as if something was not there, the leaves around him hardly moving a centimeter at best. "My name is Mazen Kazura. Death Angel of the Kazura. Also known as the third scariest person in my clan." His darkened, more sadistic voice was calling outwards, his chuckles not ceasing to amuse his own thoughts. White hair shifted along his head as his arms quickly uncrossed themselves from his front. His muscles bulked out some from his hiding intent, darkened grin widening through the night air pressing along his exposed flesh. Taking the mechanisms to tear the sleeves of his cloak from his arms, the very air floated along his very being. Nighttime was his best time, especially in his current mood.

He was hard to see, before his right foot stepped forward once, Shunshin'ing once outwards towards the female figure, only to take the spike to slash the thick-trunk'd tree behind her flatly in half, it was as if the tree was never cut with a simple sway of his arm forward. He was atop the fence of the area, his black hues staring down at her with the very dark and murderous aura flowing around him. He had power, speed, and control over it all, he was truly something to behold when it came to his sadistic intents. Both mechanisms were prepared to block or dodge anything she had in mind if she did anything out of the ordinary. With one move he could easily take her down if he wanted to. Although for today, it may be either side. It was as if something scarier than hell was upon the fence, dark hues staring through empty space, his chakra aiding in the production of his dark aura. It was like, he was a whole 'nother person. "I'm curious what your clan looks like on the inside.. How would you look Cut open and dissected by my claws?" His murderous voice almost whispered, narrowing his hues enough to allow his white hair to flip around in the harsh winds that blew through the area, darkened grin showing along his lips. He was just having far too much fun playing with such a girl. Tormenting before a fresh livestock was more interesting than just killing it right off the bat, it was like Camp. Only with more powerful ninja.

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His eyes, they were as bottomless as the unknown abyss. There seemed to be absolutely nothing in them, yet it seemed to harbor mysteries beyond all comprehension. This ninja residing to the Village Hidden in the Mist seemed to be the mind, body and soul of what the Hidden Mist village represented and for that Ahora was uneasy. She hated the typical people whom resided in the village she belonged too, it made her feel like the minority and made her sense of trust lack. Ahora acknowledged that she too had irregular spurts of kiri-ninja syndrome; but that was because of the influence she was constantly subjected too. And this situation was nothing different. She seemed to be extremely mentally intrigued by this character, however mentally bored too; he was just another fish in the big sea of this village, he seemed to be too alike the other sadistic-oriented shinobi of Kirigakure. However, then he decided to introduce himself, "My name is Mazen Kazura." Just by this she instantly flipped into her massive memory banks and mentally pulled out his 'biographical file' from Arashii's desk for which she viewed perfectly. Mhmm. So a chuunin with a lot of experience and potential, Ahora thought to herself, instantly changing her opinion on the so nicknamed, 'Death Angel of the Kazura.'

Kazura Clan... Mhmm, So he's aligned to a clan, just as I, Ahora thought promptly, noticing his menacing grin and bulked figure. Well I had better watch myself here, Ahora continued thinking whilst analyzing potential threats. The next thing she knew was he stepped towards her, shunshined behind her and had completely harmed one of the large, dead trees positioned behind her. He then continued his path onto the top of the fence which encircled the forbidden boneyard. Ahora was not impressed with this Chuunin's move. He was playing with a type of fire he wouldn't be too familiar with. The shadows were extremely long and the area had darkened to make Mazen almost completely invisible, however his outline was ever prevalent. Just in case was doing something the normal eye wouldn't have been able to distinguish, especially Ahora's color-blinded one; Ahora activated the Doujutsu of her Shikisōsa Kekkei Genkai. Every color in the vicinity was revealed and furthermore highlighted to allow her to distinguish everything extremely easily. As a result, her eyes were immediately illuminated and a spinning rainbow ocular could be seen. Her rainbow-enriched hues versus his blackened hues: how peculiar.

He revealed a more murderous and treacherous voice this time, "I'm curious what your clan looks like on the inside.. How would you look Cut open and dissected by my claws?" Ahora's eyes immediately sagged with the disbelief that he had actually suggested harming her. Ahora had no restrictions for her to respond, "Well for starters, I believe it'd be best for us not to disturb the peace located in this sacred place." Upon completing her response, she performed her clan-based shunshin, making her body get absorbed into the ground where she traveled into just outside the fence-line of The Boneyard. She re-emerged out of the ground, "Secondly, I am on my way to meet with the Mizukage and if I am late he'll have my head on the platter. Finally, I would rather you didn't touch me with those horribly maintained claws of yours, because then i'd be tainted and I'd hate to stoop as low as your level." Ahora wanted this response to be bitter and spiteful, however she also needed to lay down the law with the ninja and she continued to do so, "Stay out of the Boneyard and we won't have a problem." She had finished speaking, she had said all that was needed of her and she wanted nothing more to do with this troublemaker of a ninja. She had performed the clan-based shunshin so that she wasn't completely out of the color of the pavement and as such, just slipped back into that exact same color where she had re-emerged at least a kilometer further, at the doorstep of the Mizukage's office. She really hated arrogance.

-Exit-

Jutsu's Used:

Quote :: Name: Colour Flicker
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Element: Kekkei Genkai
Description: A technique where the user activates the Shikisōsa's chakra system and whilst becoming in contact with a solid color, allows the user to effectively 'travel' through that solid color and emerge at that identical color, at will. For example, if there is a purple circle on the floor, the user can 'step into' the color and appear at another purple circle several meters away. Has a range of 1km of travel.

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The girl had vanished from the area, mechanisms being pulled back into the very part of in which they came. Steps were heard while his muscles were flexed, trying to eagerly hold back the very motions that held his main and true power under them. A dark sigh came through his lips before pounding his right palm along the tree in which he slashed earlier. It came down easily enough to land hard on it's side away from the fence. Taking a grip of the tree's edge, he picked it up and tossed it away from the sea of bones. Even if none of them were his kill, it wouldn't be too respectful to leave a mess. And it wouldn't be too smart to leave a cut tree out to where someone would do the same thing he would. Shifting his shoulders so silently, he allowed his palm to come across his face, taking his heat back to try and calm his sadistic intentions down from where they were coming from.

Stepping a few times towards the exit of the boneyard, he looked back at the many bones and then towards the exit, to the village in fact. Maybe it would be a good time to do something more entertaining.

-Exit-

[Sorry for short post. >.> ]