It all goes accordingly.

Subject: It all goes accordingly. Sun 31 Jul 2011, 8:05 am

Salim sipped in some of the smoke through the pipe, his cheeks sucked inward and his mouth puckered up. The trail of smoke rushed through the pipe and into his mouth where it rushed in. He let just a trace of the smoke ride a current into his lungs while the rest of the smoke rose out of his mouth and his nose. He smiled when the smoke seeped out. His grin seemed so secretive to Heiki, seeing the whites of his teeth which surprised Heiki to an extent but the smoke cover half of the teeth making it appear grey.

In the midst of his smoking, Heiki had reached in his pocket pulling out a metal kunai. He only had two in his pocket. He didn’t have his cloak on his person which had his modified seal placed all around the insides of the thick lining and he didn’t wish to create the modified storage seal on the table or form it on his skin. These were all options he had considered but decided that the kunai he had in his pocket would do just as well. One hand was set on the table rhythmically tapping the Plexiglas table. His other hand was underneath the table. The one underneath the table was playing around with the kunai. He had pinched down with his index finger and thumb between the hole of the kunai and began to slowly spin it clockwise. Both his hand on the table and the kunai were sync with each other, his right hand on the table moving at a pace ahead while the other was just a slight pace behind. His eyes kept straight ahead at the smoking and smiling Salim who, of course, was continuing with his repetitive smoking and constant smile. Heiki’s face was expressing just a bit of patience and impatience. He, himself, was patient only because he was concentrating on what he was doing. Generating seals out of pure thought was something that he could not be impatient for. The only impatience he was beginning to develop was for Salim for not telling him right away as to what he had to say to him. He could not blame Salim for his-well his attitude. Heiki has yet to see Salim without a smile or without him smoking some sort of drug or anything otherwise. It was this attitude that brought irritation in the past and Heiki had barely stand him at one point. Nowadays, this type of silence was still annoying but Heiki can tolerate it now.

He kept his focus to his hand underneath his table. The kunai was spinning at a pace that was steady for him now. It wasn’t significant for him to spin the kunai at all. The seal he was generating now had nothing to do with the kunai’s motion. He thought of it as stimulation to his mind where he is in a place that is cluttered and filled with distractions. It kept him at a focal point in his mind. The low beat of the music waved out of the speakers with a smooth bass and a low sound that could’ve made anything melt at the time. It was where Salim was at this very moment as he waited. Heiki had closed his eyes when the change in music came in.

“Seal: Generate. Find and solve the problem in which the item can transport back into the space and/or the user. Found. Specific range? Not applicable at this time. No need for it to be applicable for item(s) does not possess chakra seeking, chakra finding, chakra containing or any other devices of chakra origin. Modification will be taken if device and/or weapon is of chakra origin. Initiate protocol for chakra amount within seal. Found amount of chakra. Bellow average amount. Combined unknown seal name to modified storage seal. Initiate seal”

His left arm was warm to Heiki, like wrapping a heated blanket onto his skin. The warmth of it traversed down his arm and down to his hand where the kunai was spinning. There, the seal of the creation seal emit the kanji in black. The kanji seemed to crawl down his skin and onto the kunai where the seal of the return would be placed. The markings of the seal were darker than the coal gray color of the kunai. This made the kunai even darker than it was already and the markings itself would not show to whoever saw this. He stopped spinning the kunai. He then positioned his hand correctly and threw it onto the ground. The blade of the kunai dug deep into the floor where it would be difficult for one to pull out.

On the palm of his hand was the already formed the seal of the weapon return. It had been created in an instant for it was something that the creation blade could do. The seal pulsated calling to the seal to return back to him. The kunai had disappeared thought it wasn’t in the same fashion that a summon or a clone had disappeared. There was no smoke; there was no sound in which the kunai had disappeared. Maybe it was the fact that the music had factor in the silence where it overpowered the sound. It was hard to believe that was the truth.

He had the kunai gripped in his hand holding it in a reverse grip. He spins the kunai in his hand and slid it down into his pocket.

Subject: Re: It all goes accordingly. Mon 01 Aug 2011, 2:00 am

“Having fun over there?” Salim asked. This was him speaking for the first time since he asked to wait for Heiki’s “friend”

Heiki’s eyes had unglazed itself. When he saw that he was staring only at Salim, Heiki turned his head away to see one of the women leaned over on the table; her hips gyrating over a man’s lap. Again, the man didn’t have an expression of enjoyment or was neither unsatisfied by her movements. He face was blank, his hand and arm were robotic as he slipped the reefer in his mouth, inhaled slightly, put the reefer down and let the smoke pass out his mouth with lethargic energy. It was later, rinse and repeat with this guy. Heiki turned back to Salim “This seems like a place for someone like yourself to chill out and relax.”

“It is a nice place” His hand circles around gesturing the entire area of the club “It is mine own. My own establishment that was created only five years old. Business has been good for me young Heiki. I didn’t imagine it to prosper in such a place like this. But I forget sometimes that this country is filled with the remains of your organization and what is left of the people of the last war is nothing more than shells.” His hand points to a man in the far off corner “Look at him. You may not recognize him but I do. His name is Muramasa Satoshi, a very well known shinobi from Earth Country. He is fifty-five years old, looks as pale as a cloudy day and as drugged up as cattle ready to be slaughter by the butcher. Yet, this man only a decade and a half ago was a fearsome man who could wield a blade as elegant like an artist can shape and form paintings and tell a story. His blade could cut through the tightest of fibers, the thickest of metals and the thinnest of wills. Yet, after the fall of the Shantakai, he became a shadow. He would work for some low term governor in one country, perhaps traversed into new lands. It was only recently that he returned to Otogakure. Such a sad face when I saw him, God all mighty did I see nothing but an empty soul. It puts tears in an eye. If I could weep, I would do so. He’s been here for the longest, since the beginning. I don’t know how he pays off the women here or how he kept the finest hashish from the provider behind that bar counter. Either way, he pays us handsomely and I could care less. But it’s still sad that I have to see such a fine shinobi waste away his life in a place like this.

“You see that man over there?” his finger had travelled to the table in the middle where there was a man even older than the man in the corner. There was no woman by him as far as Heiki could tell. He could see on the table that there were many empty bottles of hard liquor either standing upright or laid out on the table. In his hand was one bottle of vodka with half of its content already consumed. The man tipped the bottled up to his lips and drank in large gulps. Heiki didn’t really need to the story for that man; he already had the general gist of what his story might have been but Salim spoke anyway “That man was a proud and loyal member to the Shantakai. A blacksmith he was. Created a fine blade for one of the members. It is said that his creations was on a different level of creation. It was beyond his imagination. It was something god-like and potentially higher than that. I’ve heard rumors that he even created a blade that surpassed even his own level of creation. Now all he does is come here and drink away his past. Such a sad sight if you ask me but as long as business is booming I could care less.”

Heiki turned back to Salim showing his face. It said ‘continue please, I have no time for you rambling on this bullshit lecture’. Salim smiled “What I’m saying is that the Shantakai is not far dead as you might think it is. Here in the village, there is potential to build back what is left of the Shantakai. You could resurrect it to its former glory. You have surpassed the level that Kengen had imagined but what you are doing will take longer to develop if you don’t move fast.”

Heiki felt this conversation going somewhere but of course Salim was taking his time into reaching his point. He leaned back in on the back of the sofa and had folded his arms over his bare body “I’m listening Salim. If you hadn’t noticed, I know that I’m moving slower than usual. I haven’t seen a chance to actually move forward in my agenda. Please, don’t bore me with bullshit.”

Salim had a wave waving for forgiveness “Pardon me. I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m just saying that the road you are taking needs to step up a notch. Maybe this little tidbit of information will help you make a decision.”

“That’ll depend on this little ‘tidbit’ of information. What is it?”

Salim took a drag from the pipe. He leaned his head back and blew the smoke into the air “I’ve had a source that’s been traversing through the countries of the shinobi. There is rumor that there may be a village beginning to spawn out from the destruction.” Salim saw the interest in Heiki’s face rise up, his attention was focus on him and Salim had him hooked “It is said that the Hokage will probably be meeting somewhere to discuss the political terms of this said village and perhaps putting a foundation for this village to succeed. My source isn’t reliable for the moment and, as I said, it can only be passed as a rumor. But I won’t doubt that the countries would want to see a village come to life after all of that commotion from the war”

“A village wishing to rebuild.” Heiki said followed by a small chuckle “Konoha did that already and now they are at a tournament celebrating it. To other villages, this inspires hope but I see it as rather of a brag to the world and to its enemies that they have yet to fall. They are saying ‘Look at us. We’ve survived the carnage and the shitstorms and we’re here to get wasted off of life. Come and enjoy it with us’” he made a noise of disgust “They even let many of the missing-nin to join in. A foolish move on the missing-nin part. They didn’t even think if it was a trap for them to be murdered. But then again, the young missing nin who haven’t of the world are more or less fools”

“Either way Heiki, this gives you a little outlook of your opponent. Senju, Etsu of the leaf village. She was once a young woman whose beauty was unlike any other now a leader of people and the focal point of the new generation. It is said she leads the new renaissance era with her head held high. That’s something to me remembered by.”

“God, your sarcasm is so clear in that statement” Heiki says, now he had that smile again. “I already know your feelings for her by the way you even said that. She’s a docile bitch isn’t she? Weak in the mind but has the qualifications of what a Hokage should be. It’s just enough to pass for Fire Countries standards which wasn’t much if you ask me.”

Salim’s eyes became slits within the hazy smoke. It made him appear fox like in appearance. The smoke from the pipe slowly reached into his mouth and out his nose. It moved so steadily within the pipe, Heiki understood that Salim was gathering something in his head, though what it was he could only give an educated guess “My thoughts on the entire thing makes me seem a bit bias towards it all. On one side are the villages themselves who properly go through the formalities of gathering a large army of shinobi so they can collect money for themselves only to, again, gain more for their army and less towards businesses like what you are sitting in now. On the other side are groups like yourself who make it more difficult for businesses to prosper due to the massive destruction organizations causes towards the village thus creating instability towards small minor villages who can only gather so much for their economy.”

“If that’s so then you have no reason to ally yourself with anybody but yourself. You have no reason to even be allied with my organization if that is the case.” Heiki rose a hand up in silence. He knew very well that Salim was about to speak more on the matter “You’re a businessman. You saw an opportunity within our organization because you didn’t see yourself trying to start from the ground up with destroyed villages. When you saw that many of the minor villages were prospering without the shinobi to govern, you decided that it was the better option.” He paused “It was your only option because you sir are a criminal in your own right. And no village wants a businessman like yourself helping to stabilize a village with dirty money. No village of superpower origin wants that within the tight-knitted family they wish to have.”

Salim smile had slowly diminished as Heiki was speaking. His eyes still remain in slits but his expression was what Heiki saw as a rarity within Salim which was blank and unreadable. He was a businessman all right; his poker face was undeniably good. Finding him in the board room surrounded by a small majority of men and women who represented a large corporation discuss money wasn’t too hard for Heiki to imagine. He was, at one point in Salim’s life, a person of high importance sitting in one large building with his feet crossed and on a large wooden desk smoking a fat cigar. Now he was doing the same thing only in a very dark environment and under the main village’s noses. “You were trying to make me decide as to whether I should keep the instability going or let Konoha and the other villages continue as pleased but in fact you just want to protect your little world so you won’t have to start all over, isn’t it?”

Salim fell silent for the moment. The rarity of such a silence was almost startling that Heiki could feel a smile come along. He placed the pipe on the table and began stroking his beard in thought. “Kengen had said long ago to me that you were not an ordinary person. You were far from it. Among the men and women within the Shantakai, they never surprised me. They were two dimensional in my eyes and many of the leaders saw this. It was what they wanted however, it was what Kengen wanted. You give something else to the table, something that perhaps Kengen should’ve used in the long run.”

Heiki let out a deepening sigh “Fate has a tendency of directing our paths towards something greater than what man can understand. Kengen had no wish of going into the future; he was only just a spark for the revolution at hand. He spoke about change; he spoke for the change of people, of villages and of the world itself. He spoke that the people will be led into the new world but only fell short for he did not see himself in such a world. He only saw war and only sought chaos.”

Heiki began sliding his way off from the sofa. Salim said wait. Heiki turned to him “What is it you want in this world Heiki? You could’ve left it all those years ago. After that destruction, that was the end of it all and you could have a normal life. Not very normal as to what many shinobi have today but away from the turmoil. When I saw you the first time, you didn’t have the look of despair and haunted memories like your fellow members. You were accused, prosecuted and wanted for something that you didn’t even do. You could’ve went back to it all, to your family, to your home. Yet, you are here and continuing on the legacy of your former master. Why is that?”

There didn’t seem any hesitation when Heiki spoke. He only said “I follow a path that I chose to become…” he got up from his seat and adjusts the sunglasses he had on so they were over his eyes “Freedom.” He didn’t look back at Salim; he only gave a slight wave with his hand before leaving the establishment. Salim continuing stroking his beard but his other hand had grasped the long pipe and placed it back in his mouth. Again, Salim smiled and took a drag from the pipe. He thought how nice the taste of the hashish was in his mouth. He supposed he could enjoy it to the fullest.

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