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The sun started lazily over the horizon, still sleepy and reluctant to start his trek across the vast skies. The shadows, on the other hand, were already eager to claim their land for whatever period of time they could. They already stretched long and wide taking advantage of lazy sun in his internal struggle to awaken. Flora and fauna would come alive and awake from slumber. Tiny crystal globes would stick to the verdant leaves as the morning dew sparkled, reflecting the dawn. All this peace and tranquility would be a drastic contrast to the scene that played against this backdrop of lazy dreams and peaceful waking.

To any onlooker happening by the gates of the legendary Village Hidden in the Leaves, a baffling sight would indeed present itself. One needed to look past the majestic stag which stood more than eight feet tall at the shoulders and wide enough at the midriff that only those with extreme flexibility would be able to sit comfortably and not risk the disjointing of their hips. The mighty antlers would stretch for another four feet the eight points in them suggesting that the elk was a young one, which made his size all the more astounding. Powerful legs carried it swiftly through the dirt road leading to the tall gates, a cloud of dust a testament to its passing. The rumble from the forceful impact of hoofs on ground could have been mistaken for far away thunder except for the sunny and clear skies. The closer the elk came into view the more perplexing the scene became for not only it was a mystery of how this wonderful animal came to be, but why it would be willingly heading towards a human settlement?

As stated before, one needed to look past the magnificent elk and towards its load. Hanging so tight against the elk’s neck was the passenger, that at first it was hidden by the girth of it. Yet if one looked closer one could see, not one, but two passengers in two, hanging for dear life against the mighty gallop of the powerful elk. This in itself was not the quandary, but closer inspection would yield blood marring the elks shiny, snow white coat. It was not until the elk came into full view of the gates that it stopped. Its hoofs digging in the grown and the passengers nearly flying off. Yet it made no attempt to buck the riders off which solved the puzzle as to why the elk was there. It had been an aid. Judging by its snorting, the powerful beast must have been running for quite some time and for quite a long distance to have tired itself so despite its mighty legs and endurance.

Turning its muzzle it would gently nudge the passenger clutching its neck and which held the other passenger protectively across the lap. The condition of either was uncertain, as both seemed to be injured, hence the blood staining the elk’s fur. A second nudge would get a stirring form the rider, if however slight, suggesting some life. The light of the sun shone brighter as if the sun itself had fully awakened at the sight that presented before itself. For good or ill, this morning at the gates of the legendary Village Hidden in the Leaves, there had been an arrival.

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Torazawa Hisoka
The Arrival

There is something to be said about an individual who gets lost in thought; mentally active, contemplating the dilemmas of the world, whether it’s “their” world or “the” world matters not, for they are so deep in thought the two seem to intertwine. Possibilities float through the head, five, ten, twenty at a time, each fragmented idea fighting with each other, shouting over each other, each trying its hardest to be heard, so that maybe, the consciousness of the individual takes notice, and hones in on the wonderful idea, and molds it into a plan, then perhaps taking it further, to the next step; implementing it. These people could be considered geniuses, tacticians, masterminds, and innovators. Hisoka however, didn’t get lost in his thoughts, he wasn’t a genius, nor a tactician, mastermind, and forget about innovation.

Yes, every now and then a stroke of “genius” would come to the teen, but they were as rare as a eclipse. Most of the time, when the youth appeared to be intelligent, it was because of his ability to become well acquainted with his environment, this allowing him to be perceptive to others and the things around him. Sometimes, when in need of a pick-me-up, Hisoka would convince himself that in doing this, he really was a genius; being able to fake intelligence was a serious skill, but the youth knew reality. He was in no way stupid, but simply average, your common shinobi, ready to become fodder for any successful, perhaps even legendary figure. Hisoka should feel lucky to die by the hands of anyone with even a little reputation, because, as he told himself countless times, at the moment, he was a nobody, and oddly enough, the teen accepted this with grace.

This clarity, this introspective insight, was what motivated him to be better, seek improvement, and develop a reputation through his own hard work and grit. However, the Genin was still far away from his goals. In fact, if he was capable of being lost in thought, he would surely come to the conclusion that what he was doing at this very moment was so inconsequential that it would undermine his goals and set himself back at least a good year. However, being only introspective, Hisoka would have to come to this conclusion at a later date. For now he was enjoying himself, breathing in the fresh morning air, and looking up towards the rising sun.

Oh the colors! Would it be too girly to say that the beautiful mix of purple, red, orange and yellows create a captivating image on this ordinary morning? The people occupying the streets at the time certainly didn’t seem to notice the beauty of the sun’s daily routine, for they were too busy with their own. Walking aimlessly, Hisoka was aware that stores were just beginning to open in the current area, the neighborhood was filled with sounds of employees and family-owned businesses setting up for the long, and hopefully profitable day ahead.

Keeping a fairly fast pace as he continued through the streets of the vast village, deep brown eyes swerved from right to left, then down, and every once and awhile, with a tilt of the head, upward, taking notice that there were few clouds in the sky. Unlike the deep thinkers, Hisoka’s mind was blank. Rather, his senses were overly active to compensate. The smell of dew traveled through the air, did it rain recently? Or had it come from someone’s garden, watered plants tended to give off an amazing aroma if one was willing to stop and sniff. However, Hisoka thought—the first thought to cross his mind in a good while—that such a conspicuous act would have him being labeled as strange, and though somewhat indifferent to what others thought, Hisoka was at a delicate age where what other people thought tended to matter much more then they should.

His feet stopped, sandals kicking up a small cloud of dirt. His morning walk had come to an end as he reached the border of Konohagakure, the grand village gates just ahead. The wide street he had been traveling on opened itself to an even wider scene, and Hisoka’s five senses sucked up whatever it could, reveling in the moment; it was as if Hisoka was a tourist, the way he tried to take in all around him as if it was a new and wonderful experience. The sun splashed the outer walls of the village, giving the wood an orange tint. The grand doors wide-open, welcoming any and all travelers (this was a time of peace after all).

It was then that a peculiar sight came into Hisoka’s field of view. His dark eyes narrowed even more than usual trying to make out whatever creature was kicking up so much dirt as it advanced speedily towards civilization. A blink, then wide eyes, followed by a spark of excitement as the Genin realized what was heading towards him. A deer! Hisoka enjoyed animals, though usually they ran away or avoided contact. This deer however, was eagerly charging towards Konohagakure, and Hisoka couldn’t be more energized by the scene.

As the cloud of dirt subsided, it became clear that the the elk making its way into the village was carrying the injured on its back, blood dampening its fur. Though he was no medic, Hisoka curiosity prompted him to approach the deer; his studying eyes caught sight of a small movement from the passenger. So they're alive, he thought... Barely perhaps. Normally, one would probably be thinking at least several thoughts such as: what is this deer doing carry the injured? Who sent this deer? Who was it carrying? However, Hisoka’s mind was absent of thought once again, and as the sun got more intense, rising to greater heights he waited, observing what would happen next.

The Arrival
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: ?
WORD COUNT: 982
NOTES: Too much?

Posts : 542

The sound of approaching footsteps crunching dirt alerted the elk of a newcomer. The powerful neck would snap in the direction of the sound. Instinctually, the elk would prepare for a charge, unsure if the approaching person was a friend or foe. The head would lower, presenting the formidable wall of horns. Shoulders would stiffen and legs would dig into the ground ready to launch the mighty elk. A small cloud would form as the elk snorted his challenge. Yet before the newcomer could witness the prowess of the guardian elk, the sitting rider would gently tap the beast’s neck and with a soothing, if weak and barely audible voice the rider would speak. “It’s ok Muro…if …they wanted…to attack.. us. They…ugh..would have done..it..already.” The effort on the speaker’s part was astronomical. Each sentence seemed to be drawn from the reserves of life itself.

The elk relaxed his charge but his eyes would dart back to the approaching boy now and then, the threat that could occur not wanting to be left to chance. Either by un-heard command or because of some inherent sense, the elk would slowly dip to the ground. Its front legs first and then his rear ones. Once the belly touched the ground he would roll slowly towards its back allowing the riders to flop down. There was little else the rider could do but let the motion and gravity help it dismount. Upon closer inspection the approaching person would be able to see that the two riders were of different sizes, the sitting one was taller, even though at the moment it did not stand up. The rider wore a tunic that hinted of desert origin yet was so caked with blood and dirt that a certain origin could not be discerned. Long dark hair, currently matted with blood and in a disarray from both wind and travel, fell to below the shoulder blades. That and her lithe physique hinted of a female form. There were cuts and scrapes all over her body, though the true culprit for the blood staining both the tunic and the elk’s white coat was a gaping wound in the front of the chest close to the heart. One needed not be a medical expert to know that the wound was certainly mortal, how the rider had managed to stay alive this long from blood loss and from such a wound was a testament to her will to stay alive.

Slowly and painfully the rider would raise her head, the eyes underneath haunting yet hopeful, they were as big as the elk in which she had ridden. Had blood and dried tears not marred them they would be beautiful and captivating, big and brown with a hint of yellow sprinkled around the irises. At the moment, the shine that would normally inhabit them was dwindling. Just as slowly and much more painfully, she would raise a hand towards the young person, her eyes filling with tears at the hope of help. “Hel…p my…son..” was all that could be uttered. A dying plea. Yet, her life had finally reached its end. Who knows how long she had been clinging to life, literally by a thread. She fell forward, her hair flowing in the wind as if her soul was unwilling to let go of life. She landed face forward, her palm facing upward, would slowly relax as the lifeless fingers revealed what they held. The approaching person would easily be able to see a bloody parchment paper with only two words written on it: Inozuka, Ryuuko.

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Torazawa Hisoka
The Arrival

Already Hisoka’s day had become eventful, though even if the elk hadn’t rushed through the gate the Genin would be perfectly content to simply watch the sun fully rise, followed by some training at a later point in the day. After all, the teen was already dressed in his formal shinobi attire, and it would be a waste to wear it if his only intention was to squander. His simple getup moved lightly, a ripple on the black long-sleeved shirt with a red swirl on the shoulder, the mark of a Konohagakure shinobi, (though how experienced was debatable). Not that this status mattered at the moment. Since Hisoka was not a medic, he was incapable of helping, yet his curious nature forced his feet to move forward, and so he crossed the wide open space that was the entrance to Konoha.

Of course, the area wasn’t completely desolate, there were several people about, some like Hisoka, enjoying a morning stroll, others merchants who had arrived in the early hours of the day, hoping to maximize their profit and take part in Konoha’s lavish accommodations. There were other shinobi as well, obviously. It wasn’t as if the gates, the entrance that gave access to the entire village, were unguarded. So as the teen broke into a light jog, heading towards the deer and its load, other shinobi were also responding to the scene. Hisoka however, seemed to be singled out. The words were slightly mumbled, and the Genin couldn’t make out a word, but the tone seemed soothing, and the brief tap of the animal’s neck convinced the youth that the words weren’t meant for him. The next few were, however.

A mere three words was all the woman could muster, and to make sure he heard them, the Genin’s light job broke out into more of a run, stopping a fair distance away from the majestic creature, unwilling to upset it by getting too close to the injured, as it was seen to be playing a protective roll just as much as being a means of transportation. Such devotion, Hisoka thought briefly, his admiration for the strong elk steadily growing.

“Hel…p my…son…” The woman, beautiful even with her severe loss of blood, relaxed after that. A deep sigh, and then she slumped forward. The same breeze that had ruffled the fabrics of Hisoka’s attire also carried the now deceased’s hair, its elegance still existing even posthumously, sparkles from the sun reflecting off the hair almost made it appear as if she was still alive. It was truly an odd sight. In the wide-open space, with several confused, onlookers were an elk, a teen, and the injured along with the recently departed. For a mere moment, Hisoka’s surroundings seemed less vibrant than usual. The Orange tinted wood was now pale rather than bold, the various colorful awnings of shops opening no more than fifty meters away were almost non-existent and the sky not so dazzling as the Genin focused now on the situation at hand; there was a dead body at the gates of Konoha.

An open and somewhat bloodied hand held a piece of parchment paper, which the teen instinctively took, his curiosity in situations like these paramount. Inuzuka, Ryuuko, it read, the calligraphy excellently shaped for accurate legibility. It smelled sweet, a fragrance carried from the woman, her presence still around even after her soul had departed. Insane, how strong this woman was, though, given that I don’t know all the facts, she may also had been a little crazy to have come to Konoha like this.

Before Hisoka could gain a good look at the second rider, or figure out who Inozuka Ryuuko was, other shinobi who were actually responding to the scene rather than standing around uselessly as the Genin was, made an approach for the elk. Simply observing, making no commitment to action just yet, Hisoka made out several medics among them, a large medical case easily noticeable, a bright red cross on the white case revealing its contents. “Can I help?” The teen asked the group of shinobi.

No reply, the response team was too engrossed in their own actions to mind the Genin, somewhat upsetting Hisoka, though the only sign of bother was a slight narrowing of the eyes, creating a piercing glare. If he were to learn more about the story behind these exotic travelers (yes, Hisoka had noticed the tunic) he would need to take initiative.

The Arrival
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: Kana
WORD COUNT: 744
NOTES: It's only realistic that other shinobi respond to this scene, so I figure you could take control of them from here if you wanted since they would be interacting more with your character.

Posts : 542

Perhaps, it had been the sight of the magnificent elk rushing forward in a cloud of dust as a surreal messenger. Perhaps, it had been the fact that it carried two humans barely holding to life. Perhaps it had been the reaction of the young boy having noticed the backdrop of what would inevitably be a dramatic show. Whatever the reason, the morning was not sleepy and peaceful anymore. The mundane and monotonous had stopped, and as shinobi, both guards and civilian, responded to the odd sight, the day would be forever changed. The dying woman had not noticed one or two or any person. She had just called out her plea for help to the wind in hopes that her dying wish would reach somebody’s ear. The reaction of the animal had suggested someone, anyone, approaching. She had trusted the beast’s senses more than her own, which were already shutting down. As she fell forward and uttered her last words, the light in her eyes was gone. She could see not who the responders would be. She could only hope that the son that she so loved and that laid next to her, would be taken care of.

The onslaught of people would put the animal in a nervous state it would stand up, and though while not attacking, the fur in its coat almost bristled. Perhaps it was scared, not being used to so many humans, or perhaps, it was its protective nature that put it on edge. Regardless, the approaching shinobi had done well in keeping a wary eye towards the elk as it eyed them with that much caution as well. The obvious medics in the group would push past the onlooker as a small crowd was already beginning to form. “Move away people, let me through!” the medics would command. Shinobi or civilian, the need to discover what had ended the peaceful morning was too much and so, they stared. The medics inched their way forward. Their eyes trained on the elk unsure if it would attack or let them do their job. Such was their concern that they actually started trying to appease the mighty beast with assuring words that they were there to help. The elk would relax with every passing second. Whether the elk understood or perhaps it sensed their good intentions, was unknown. It would merely bow slightly its head in a way that would excite the mind letting it wonder if he had done so out of respect. He would turn his head, and like homing lasers and for no apparent reason, its eyes would land on the boy who now held the crumpled paper and they would burn in as if urging him to help as if telling thanks. The real meaning would perhaps never be found out as in a blink of an eye, the once mighty currier of the wounded riders was no more. It its place a cloud of white smoke would quickly dissipate into the air, a summon.

The split seconds that had played itself out in the disappearance of the summoned elk had not been wasted. The medic team, a group of three, that had thankfully been passing by the city gates on their way to work or home. Whatever the destination, it had been fate that they had passed by the gates this morning. There were two males and a female. One of the males took lead, whether because he was the most knowledgeable or senior it mattered not. He firmly took hold of the situation and his orders came strong and clear. “Aku! Look after the young one there! Shanimi! Hep me with the female, she is bleeding profusely. The rest of you! Get these people out of here. We are going to have to move them soon!” However, as they began looking over the woman first, with the obvious gaping wound on her chest, the male would turn to the young boy who had responded first and who had stood there unsure or unable to move. Yet judging from his attire and his age could perhaps be a Konoha Genin. “You there. If you want to help, I need you to run to the hospital. Tell them we have two subjects. Condition unknown. Take for action, we need two trauma rooms made ready. Tell them Nabuta sent you. Now go boy.”

Despite his harsh and commanding tone, Nabuta would give the young man a reassuring, tight smile and slight head nod, not knowing if the boy’s inactivity was because of concern or because of fear at the situation. The war had ended and it was unsure if this particular Genin had ever seen people wounded. Regardless, the Genin had been given a task by a senior shinobi and Nabuta knew that the young lad would do it splendidly.
(OOC: sorry the note meant to say Inuzuka as in Kiba's clan)

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Torazawa Hisoka
The Arrival

Noisy, the tranquility of the morning replaced by shouting, all because a deer wandered in with two foreigners. However, it was quite the sight, and Hisoka didn’t mind the high-pitched orders of the medics. Furthermore, the travelers seemed to have some relationship with Konoha, the name on the parchment was evidence to this statement, though why the Inuzuka clan the Genin had no idea. Through the confusion of the scene, the youth managed to catch a final glimpse of the elk before it vanished in a puff of smoke. The elegance, and—Hisoka assumed—intelligence of the creature was outstanding, the fact that it was a summon made the teen all the more interested in it. For a brief instant, the Genin’s mind wandered, his consciousness trickling off into a daydream where he himself had such a graceful summoning contract of his own. Birds were probably a popular choice, seeing as they granted the shinobi who established the contract access to the vast skies. Though, there were definitely other good contenders. Frogs for instances, seemed like extremely versatile creatures to have as a companion and comrade.

A quick reminder of the current time and place snapped Hisoka back to reality. The medics were now at work, the most senior-looking, a stout man with heavy creases in his face, along with several small, but noticeable scars across his nose and right cheek, was bellowing out orders though it seemed apparent that if they were to bring back the departed soul to the woman’s body, they’d need a hospital setting in order to do so. Surprisingly, as he thought his question went unheard, the lead medic addressed Hisoka’s offer for help, telling the youth to race to the hospital and inform them to prepare two trauma rooms. This was all Hisoka needed to hear, but before he took off full speed, he considered sharing the name on the piece of parchment with the shinobi responding to the crisis. Ultimately, Hisoka dismissed this thought, as revealing the parchment wouldn’t resolve the situation any quicker, only add more questions when none were necessary.

A quick spin on the ball of his right foot produced a 180–turn, the muscles in the Genin’s legs contracting before releasing in a powerful lunge forward. Hisoka ran in the direction of the hospital, diving back into the streets which were now becoming more populated. Better take this to the rooftops, the youth decided. Another contraction, as his legs pushed off the ground, propelling the teen a good distance into the air. Gathering the most precise amount of chakra he could manage to his feet, Hisoka planted the extremities on the wooden wall of a two-story building, before repeating the act with another jump. By doing this, he quickly scaled to the top of the highest building in the area, a larger and popular eatery. From there, the Genin was granted almost a full view of the next dozen blocks, the people on ground level looking small, there presence insignificant to the task Hisoka had been given.

The sun was almost fully risen at this point, the purple and red long gone from the sky, now replaced by a bright blue, the suns rays illuminating areas where the shadows of buildings typically covered. Time had moved fast, though in this particular scenario, time couldn’t be wasted as the two “subjects” as the medic had put it, where in unknown condition. He remained on the slightly sooty rooftop for only the smallest moment before once again taking off, leaping from building to building, the hospital’s large structure visible to his left, where, not far from it, the forests of Hi no Kuni begun. His black shirt fluttered in the wind. Blown back by the resistance to the speed at which he traveled, one could slightly see the outline of his body (for the shirt was a little baggy). Hisoka was a teen who seemed to have almost reach full maturity. His shoulders broad, his body, once slim as a child, was now more muscular and athletic, the results from many years of training. The strong, intense look in his eyes, though perhaps a trait from his clan, added to the overall appearance that this youth was a man and yet, a not-so-sudden realization informed the teen repeatedly that there was still much to learn.

His travel took no longer than a few minutes, though it seemed much larger and Hisoka was almost out of breath, his stamina thoroughly drained, but there was no time to recooperate now. Using the last bit of energy he could muster from his prolonged sprint, which covered a large majority of Konoha, the Genin burst through the hospital doors.

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The Arrival
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: Kana
WORD COUNT: 784
NOTES: Sorry for the wait.

Posts : 542

Nabuto watched the young Genin disappear into the crowd of people. A small smirk appearing across his scarred countenance. Here was the future of Konoha. The war had left many without family, many with rage and sadness. As a medic, he had seen many a comrade fall and at times, could do little else but to hold their hands as they gave their last breath for the ideal that was the Village Hidden in the Leaves. The mighty speed which had sent the speedy messenger towards the hospital, was not lost on Nabuto as he felt a small sense of pride, knowing that the future would be bright indeed with young people as the one who was to deliver his important message to lead the next generation.

Shanimi’s voice would bring him back to the task at hand . “Nabuto.” The leading shinobi had spent enough time with her that he knew the tone well. It was a mixture of sadness and anger and of hopelessness. Nabuto shared her feelings for there was few medic shinobi that did not feel something similar when loosing a patient. A small shake of her head confirmed his suspicions at the unfortunate demise of the woman. Shanimi would stand up slowly her face down perhaps in reverence, perhaps to hide the small tears now forming at the edges of her eyes. Her once wide medic robes stained red with the blood of the woman whom she had tried to save. All of their brows were powdered in sweat. The cool morning having been replaced by a quickly rising temperature. As if the sun itself was leaning closer interested in the events that happened right before it.

The older shinobi was feeling the guilt it comes from being alive while others die in front of you but a voice inside him told him to have hope that the dawns brings life as well as death. With a renewed resolve Nabuto’s head would snap and his voice demanded, “Aku! Report!” The second male had already opened the younger stranger’s shirt and had his head against the young boy’s chest. At the command Aku would raise up, whipping his hands and forehead the report would come. “Subject is stable. No wounds or noticeable trauma to his body. Breathing is stable but shallow. Non responsive. There is little else I can find out until we get him to a proper room.”

Nabuto would nod to the male and would turn to Shanimi. “Aku and I will take care of the young boy. You stay here and make sure somebody helps you carry the woman to autopsy.” Both medics would nod to each other understanding un spoke words. Reaching into his medical pouch, Nabuto would produce a scroll and upon touching the seal, a litter would appear. With the ease of practice Aku and he would load the boy into the stretcher and once the boy was secured, they would take off at a slow jog. Fearing neither further injury from broken bones or the such, the main priority was not getting to the hospital with haste to further increase the chances the young stranger had and to find out anything further about his condition. The day was just beginning and so was a new story in on The Village Hidden in the Leaves.
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Subject: Re: The Arrival( closed) Fri 13 Apr 2012, 1:50 am

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