Atlantis! | C
Sept 12, 2011 6:18:38 GMT -8
Post by Xacarai on Sept 12, 2011 6:18:38 GMT -8
[/b] Even with a smile, his cold relentless eyes could be seen gazing, as he waited for Yuki’s follower to arrive.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]Cold glaring eyes stared carelessly out into the abyss of wandering villagers, as they picked a part the intent of the rats which they scanned. Nothing more than human cattle, yet slightly less useful than an animal that could provide nourishment for yours. Instead these worthless beings were more like a disease…a bacterial disease that would one day consume Kirigakure no Sato of its ‘hardened’ shinobi and turn them all into day walking merchants with nothing else to do but pedal products and gawk at others to buy food. Pompous swine. But alas, it wasn’t his battle to figure out who should be sorted out luckily. The threat of a declining populace and a growing military is the thought that forever roamed the mind of the young man.
How narcissistic of him. However, his doubts were well placed, though his thought process not understood by many…yet then again there was no many. Just Xacarai sitting alone on a throne that would be carved from his own greatness this would fuel his arrogance only further. But it was his arrogance that kept him upon his deeply tanned toes. Prying himself from his minds eye, the Kiri-nin examined the street from a low lying building, the roof nearly buckling from his small weight, as it was obviously made from tin or something less.
Heaving a low sight, Xacarai placed his cold long tendrils upon his head, as he ruffled his hair a bit, his eyes catching a glimpse of another, then another. The first, a white-haired boy with a scarf on…and though he seemed rather young in body, his gentle rhythmic pouncing from building to building carried signs that the teal eyed fiend was likely nearer to his age than younger, hell, maybe even older. Brown hair and red eyes quickly began to follow suit for the one known as Yukina.
The glory would soon be dismissed though, as he lugged off into a crowd, which would eventually envelope himself in a veil of other young shinobi. Most of them weren’t different at all, just generic copies of each other who would die in the next world conflict (At least this is what Xacarai thought), while others like himself would pull the village out of something of a peril and destroy the invaders. No prisons, no mercy. Yet there was something about both Kiri-nin that he had seen bounding upon roofs that struck his interest.
Knee’s groaned as Xac stood to his feet and muttered to himself, ”Sometimes I wonder why I even waste my time…” Heaving a low sigh, the ninja took off like a raven into flight, his sanguine colored cloak flying upwards obscuring the lower half of the emblem emblazon upon the back of it. The Uchiha Fan, the symbol of prominence, of hope…of ignorance. It all came with the history and clan, and he wasn’t about to be the one to deny it.
Landing in the crowd of merchants he hastily began to push people out of the way, as he made his way to the grounds of shinobi. Jabbing his hands into his pockets, he avoided the shoulders of common folk, before shoving himself into the grounds of his haven. Finding Yuki through the crowd of people was simple…his hair gave it away. Strolling up to him casually, Xacarai didn’t hesitate as he removed his hand from his pocket and extending it, placing a fox-like grin on his face as he bellowed, ”Uchiha, Xacarai…and who might you be?”