Hyuuga Compound

[marvolous.]

There was a reason for Soratsu's appearance within the Hyuuga Compound. As an Uchiha, he was as welcomed within the Hyuuga territory as an enemy shinobi was welcomed into a foreign village. For years, both clans have had an unspoken rivalry towards one another, and though they both bore an allegiance to the same village, their ideals and views sharply contrasted with that of their Uchiha relatives. Suffice to say, without permission and direct supervision, Uchiha's - as well as anyone else, rather - were prohibited from entering the property.

It was foolish to try and disobey such strict rules, but there was no other way around it. To combat that, along with his rather casual appearance, Sora had donned the Hitai Ate he had stolen from a Konoha native many years ago. It was old and worn out, yet still fulfilled it's purpose. To many, he looked like a retired veteran shinobi; his somewhat slumped form and long alabaster hair doing well to portray that. Though he remained wary of his surroundings, his countenance bore no indication of such. It was smooth and placid as ever.

“I’m assuming you have a good reason to be here?”

Her words were ignored, but her presence was noted. The path Sora had been forging through the rain had been leading him deeper and deeper within the compound. He had anticipated eventually being found by one or another, but hadn't expected it to be so soon. He almost contemplated ignoring her all together, but his feet eventually slowed and his posture returned to it's once astute nature again. He'd turn then, a light sigh escaping the brims of his lips as he did so.

"No, actually I don't." Sora flashed her a grin, his obvious humor - though most likely not make any sense to her - doing well to bring about a genuine, milky toothed smile. He could tell just by his own natural vision that the woman who had found stumbled upon him had her Byakugan active; he was, afterall, still within the Hyuuga compound. "All this rain flooded my path towards my home, I'm just trying to find the best way around it."

Though his words oozed clear confidence, it was quite difficult to ignore the marks that were visible upon her face - even for him.

"Better question:" He began, stepping towards her. "I'm assuming whoever did that to you had a 'good reason'?"

[~Kohana <3]

”All this rain flooded my path towards my home, I’m just trying to find the best way around it.”

Regardless of excuses, her eyes narrowed in at him. Even narrowed though, her Byakugan pulsed and took in every movement and fleck of chakra he had to offer. One doesn’t just waltz into the Hyuuga compound and go unnoticed. Even if most of the Main Branch was in a clan meeting, Branch members were still around. Specifically, there was always two or three standing guard at the gates. How anyone, especially an Uchiha, would get in simply baffled her. Only way around that is if he took out the ones guarding the gate. That’s when her brain started to tick away with thoughts that would easily get her killed if any other Hyuuga knew of them.

She opened her mouth, ready to call him out in his error of an excuse and how obvious that was as a lie. However she was cut silent as he a step forward, slightly closing the already close enough distance that was between the two of them. White met red for a long moment and she couldn’t help but hate those eyes. They saw in different ways than what her eyes did, but though as an actual sight enhancing doujutsu hers was better, the Sharingan had limitless potential in the capable hands of an experienced shinobi. All elemental releases, powerful Genjutsu, prediction of movement, amongst other, more deadlier things she had only heard of in rumors. It wasn’t fair.

”I’m assuming whoever did that to you had a’good reason’?”

Kohana stared at him for a moment, contemplating whether or not she should even justify the apparently obvious marks that her ever so dear father had given her as a parting gift. Shaking the brief memory of her beating, she scoffed and unfolded her arms from her chest, letting them fall briefly before her hands were placed on her hips. Trying to act like nothing was ever wrong was something she was great at, but it probably wasn’t her strong point at the moment. “No, he didn’t have a good reason. Unfortunately I can’t kill him either. If I tried it would result in my death. But that’s besides the point.”

Staring at the man a moment longer, she let her hands drop from her lips as she took a step back, bringing them back to the original distance that they had shared previously. Despite his confidence and that handsome smile, as cliché as it sounded, he couldn’t be trusted.

“Better question for you:” She began now, moving to the left a little and somewhat poised to bound away from him if need be. “How did you manage to get in the compound without killing off the guards? As an Uchiha…” Her eyes swept over him briefly. “Who is apparently from Konoha, and of such high caliber,” She pointed to her eyes in reference to his three tomoe Sharingan. “I would thing he would know that he isn’t welcome here.”

Another moment of silence was given as she mulled over the words she so desperately wanted to say. It was silly, and idealistic, and a little too perfect of a thought. But regardless the idea itself was still quite enticing.

“If you’re here to attack us. Feel free. If you indeed did kill the guards, it’s obvious your presence is still unknown since this place isn’t in shambles. I’ll let your presence go and take my leave as long as you promise to slaughter as many of them as you can.”

As a Hyuuga, she was bound to be prideful. She was bound to be arrogant and love her clan with the utmost of certainty and devotion. That’s what the Hyuuga were known for. They were nobility and they flaunted it with their robes and kimonos. However she did not follow that. If her apparel alone didn’t reflect that, her words, her tone, and the burning within her pulsating eyes especially gave it away.

She hated them. And, perhaps, was willing to let the appearance of an Uchiha go unnoticed so easily just for that shot for just a little of her hate to be shown, even if it was through him. The bottom line? Deep down Hyuuga Kohana was loving every second of this.

[marvolous.]

To say her words didn't catch him completely off guard would be wrong. He had all but assumed as a Hyuuga, she shared the same disposition as her brethren when it came to Uchiha: the silly notion that they were somehow above us. It was strange, perplexing even, that there was a Hyuuga that felt differently than her elders. Not only that, but hadn't she just offered to commit treason against her own people? Her attitude in no way could have just manifested as a result of anything that happened today; this was a deep rooted hatred -- it had to have been building for years.

"I would think as Hyuugas, you guys would know not to keep security so thin." He countered, ignoring her comment about how she would be killed if she sought revenge. "Do not worry--" Sora mused. "I did not kill any of your precious brothers. With that pesky Byakugan of yours, had I done so this place would already be swarming with ANBU."

Though he had no reason to do so, Sora paused and allowed her words to soak in. He could very easily walk from this situation and not have to worry about the woman's intervention. Or, he could also--

"As much as I'd enjoy slaughtering a bunch of Hyuuga's," His hand ascended upwards to the brim of his kasa, the tips of his digits coiling around it's side. "I'm not too fond of getting dirtying my hands with blood. What I am willing to do, however--" Another pause - the last one. With a simple flick of his wrist the kasa hat was removed from his head and brought downwards as his arm fell back to his side. It hung there for a moment, his Sharingan - those deep pools of crimson - almost rotating on it's axis as he mouthed his next words.

"Is get you to do it."

In that very moment, his fingers released the straw hat from their grasps. Then, almost as instantaneously, his body vanished within thin air; not through Hiraishin, no - but via a shunshin. By the time the kasa hat met the ground, Soratsu would already be only a couple feet away from the Hyuuga; give or take any adjustments having to be made if she decided to move as a reaction.

Nevertheless, hiis pupils danced within his eyes, eager to take over and consume the woman's mind.

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- Sharingan [3]
- Shunshin
- Sharingan Hypnosis

[~Kohana <3]

His words meant nothing to her at this point in their conversation. It sounded as if he mocked her, as if he was playing on the self-righteous attitude that most of her clan had. It bothered her that he would lump her in with those kinds of people, but to be fair, when nearly all Hyuuga are the same it could only be assumed she would be as well. However, his condescending tone annoyed her. If she didn’t know better, she would have knocked him down. Even given the advantage of being on ‘home terf’, playing with a Sharingan user was still a dangerous thing.

Kohana’s eyes, still pulsing, danced all along his body watching every single movement he made like a hawk. There was nothing he could do that she wouldn’t see. If anything, that comforted her. Even as he went to remove his kasa, it was his words that were the most surprising. He wouldn’t dirty is own hands, but it sounded like he had something else in mind, a different plan in order to fulfill her odd request. “Oh? And what would that be—“ She closed her mouth quick as he continued.

Get her to do it.

Thankfully in the back of her mind, she had a plethora of knowledge on the Uchiha. It helped that her previous Hokage was one after all. Even in that instant that the Uchiha male flickered forward with a Shunshin, Kohana didn’t move, however. The well of chakra flaring from his eyes was made all too obvious thanks to her own. And while others would lose themselves from reality and find themselves unknowingly under the complete control of those with the crimson eyes this man would find that she could not be tamed in that manner.

A rush of chakra welled in her own eyes, combating that within the Uchiha’s. Her Byakugan pierced through the Genjutsu he tried casting, breaking it, causing a small smile to creep at the edges of her mouth. “I commend you for trying, but that won’t work on me.” In response she lifted her left hand, though not to perform hand seals, not to pull out a weapon, but instead to hold her hand forward, offering it as a kind, friendly gesture. After all, clearly he was talented, and clearly so was she. What better to do than form a union on that?

“Kohana. Pleasure to meet you.”

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- Byakugan

[KEITH]

+30 @ koh/naga
+15 @ eurins