Grimoire [p]

[Trigga]

Mizu no Kuni was a precious gemstone fitted into the world. A locality devised of complex, intricate sequences of islands, chained together forming an extensive archipelago. It was beauteous if peered on from the heavens, and while little was left to the imagination experienced on ground level, one couldn’t discredit the mysteries that the petite country possibly held. Treasures surely dwindled on the coastal regions, or even deep within the grottos and caverns that compiled major attractions within the country itself. Nonetheless, such explorations wouldn’t be ensured, at least not today.

A small village, located Just off the coast of one of the many islands assembled the continent would become the imminent setting that would housed a rather intriguing encounter. A village surprisingly devoid of mist, with rays of luminous brightness dove from the heavens, bathing the early morning with light to eclipse the darkness. A town with houses comprised of robust materials, and flooring etched from similar construction, the population of said village was roughly only one-hundred or so. Sophistication was obvious in the infrastructure as well as architecture—metals and forfeited wood being the main resources for edifice.

Moving through the village streets; sandaled feet casually lifting, and descending back to the concrete, Uchiha Ryūsuke moved without purpose or direction. Indications of his origins obscured as his Hitai-ate was cleverly tucked within the slot in his olive flak jacket that dually covered the navy blue of his Kosode. Accessories and weaponry shrouded as well, securely as his senses harmonized with his environment, the Shinobi passed the occasional citizen and attempted to find something to do. With little interest in dull activity, conversation would be ideal for now. Regardless, if not, a simple walk would suffice.

Almond eyes peering forward as the luminous tinge of lavender were visible through his eye sockets, the Uchiha paved his own way down the village sidewalks, passing shopping districts and residential housing as strands of scarlet danced in his milieu as his hair was securely fastened in a ponytail. What to do on such a day? Katana latched to his back, it was obvious he was only a visitor, nonetheless would excitement find him, or vice versa?

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[Anmida]

Was there a reason why I wandered the desolate lands of Mizu no Kuni? In all likeliness, there wasn't one. It was a common occurrence for me to wander aimlessly in search of an unknown end; a reason to stop my aimless wandering. This reason usually came in the form of another person or the happenstance of a major event; former being the more likely of the two.

Resuming my "aimless" wandering, I soon found myself upon an area amazingly void of mist. Akin to its name, Mizu no Kuni was a land covered by an ever looming cloud of mist yet this particular area was missing such an attraction. For the first time in a while, I could see sunlight breaking through cloud cover and shining its incandescence on the area. Joyed at this occurrence, I stepped out from the shadow of the mist; light revealing me to be wearing my usual attire of white blouse, black skirt, and knee-high high-heel boots. As usual, all forms of identification were missing from my attire as I didn't find it comfortable for everyone to know I am a Shinobi of Sunagakure.

The usual temperature of Mizu no Kuni was always cool due to the amount of moisture in the air and though it didn't bother me, I still had a favoring to sunlight; having grown up in Suna with its intense heat. Thus, I took a moment to bathe in the sunlight and take in the feeling of the suns heat caressing my skin. Once finished with the cleansing of moisture from my body, I'd divert my attention to the local area. It'd be a wise idea for me to understand the inner workings of the village before I started my endeavors.

Having wandered into a small village with a population of about one-hundred or so from what I could tell, the first thing I'd do is examine the infrastructure of the town. By gaining a general understanding of building construct and layout, I would have greater success at guessing which houses were ones of importance. In small villages such as these, there was usually a local Mayor that I could talk to and gain information. While taking in the sights, I'd continue down the village main road and toward the town center; the best place to study the town.

[Trigga]

Ryūsuke knew little of what he currently surveyed; only the astringent nectar of investigation would ease the Shinobi’s seemingly perpetual curiosity. Streets literally devoid of populace save for a few passing citizens or tourists, one could accurately move without the fracas that accompanied crowded locations. A shift in culture for the scarlet-haired whose only true exploration came in the form of monitoring his village and exploring his country grounds which for the most part held a general population that infinitely overshadowed this small village. A sentiment of peace and seclusion transpired nonetheless; a beckon to the wholesome silence that danced throughout the open air.

Hands, after some time stationed to his side finally found deliverance in the warm comforts of the Shinobi’s pants pockets—escaping the bitter chill of the morning air. Mizu no Kuni was renowned for its inert environment and glacial climate that sent unbearable chills down the spines of those uncultivated. Regardless, as a Shinobi from a country that experienced changes in its own climate, Ryūsuke wasn’t ignorant to such a icy aspect. His attire was well suited to insatiate warmth into his very being—fibers easily kept intact while his existence held no ties to jeopardy.

It wouldn’t be long until the Uchiha came up to what appeared to a open corridor, and just ahead, pass two civilians, there were two others who held a foreign air about them. One, roughly five meters ahead (Sorrow seen from his rear) boasted protrusions from his clothing, namely around his waist line, and the other who was generally some distance in front of him—a woman had yet to acknowledge his calling. Quiet for a moment, the crimson-haired Uchiha simply waited, advising himself to join in conversation if the woman did the same. Maybe they could give some advice of directions—those would truly be appreciated.

[Anmida]

With every step I took down the man-made path to the center of town, a near silent chime could be heard. This near inaudible sound resonated from the porous metallic gauntlet worn on my left arm. The Dosu-Kinuta, as it were, was a weapon I had recently purchased in Mizu no Kuni along with another hidden weapon, the Twin Zaku's. Still new to the use of these weapons, it wasn't strange for me to tinker with the porous gauntlet as I walked; barely keeping my attention on my surroundings.

Nearly lost in a train of thought, the bursting sound of a voice broke my concentration on the Dosu-Kinuta and redirected my attention to the voice. Looking toward the sounds origin, I was expecting to see someone trying to catch my attention but strangely, there was no one. Like a ghost, the voice originated from a non-existent origin and disappeared into the mist. The sudden appearance of a voice with no accompanying body left me confused; wondering if I had really heard the voice or if it was all in my head.

Momentarily lost in my confusion, I scanned the area visually to see if anyone had also heard the voice. That is when my eyes rested upon a crimson-haired body who seemed a bit younger than I. He, like myself, seemed out of place in this village; the air about us contrasting with the peaceful calm of the village. Seeing as how I knew little of the area, perhaps this person would have some information on the village I might find useful.

I'd place both arms behind my back; fingers interlocked before casually making my way over to the sword-totting Samurai boy. Within moments, I was in talking distance where I'd visually inspect his attire before leaning forward to speak; my cleavage clearly pronounced. "Neeee~ bouya~ help a woman find her way around?" I'd say with a soft yet alluring voice.

[Trigga]

Like a passing mirage- a fabrication of his own perplexed imagination realized, the image of the man who once stood in front of his vanished. Was this an hallucination? Had lunacy slipped past the clarity granted by that of a holder of the famed Sharingan? Within an instant, actuality had looped, and ellipse over yet another life, or lack thereof. It was too fast to register, or completely obscene to begin with. Faster than the eye could perceive, and almost too farfetched for the mind to process, the appearance, and disappearance one to truly gawk at, almost as if life decided to rear its hilarious side to enlighten an otherwise, depressing day.

As if attempting to discount what his eyes had assumed was factual, the site of an impending individual was discernible. Cautious, wise not to allow his guard to dwindle even to the most credulous individual, the Uchiha held his own, eyes constantly placed securely on the approaching woman, whose frame and appearance become ever more tolerable to the senses as she neared him. A once grand gap of space separating the two, only three meters separating the crimson-haired Shinobi from a woman who moved with such a curious modishness, it was hard to fathom resisting temptation—in the form of inquiring, that is.

Finally within feet of one another, she leaned over, her cleavage obviously left to her counterpart to take in. Nonetheless, as a Shinobi with keen perhierpals, peering at her chest while dually allowing his intuition to synchronize wasn’t a diffult feat. “Uh—I wouldn’t be of much help. I’m not from around her.” As the words of ignorant bliss escaped from the Shinobi’s mouth, he was alert, though his deportment showed otherwise. A sentence flooded with confusion yet equally complimented with that pressing alignment that would allow him transition if required. Hopefully, this woman knew of other means to get around. Unless she decided to join him in his tour, they were both out of luck.

Arms down to his side, and standing upright, with a casual air, the Uchiha concluded his sentence, his hair dancing peacefully behind his frame as he awaited an answer from the mysterious woman. Orbs a incandescent lavender found refuge in the complimentary coloration of his female equivalent, who boasted similar eyes as his own. Interesting, that was a trait one rarely experience—the exquisiteness of purple eyes. Deep black hair, enriched and carefully tamed, it was obvious she cared for her appearance, even her attire was elegant. Her arms propped behind her back, this woman also held a curious air about herself. The new question posed was—what was this oddity that plagued the boy?

[Anmida]

“. . . I’m not from around her.” "Her?" A moment would pass as my mind registered the words of the Samurai boy before I let out a giggle. It was obvious my appearance and the way I presented myself had affected the boy on some level. Truth be told, I always enjoyed the reactions of people when I showed even a hint of sex appeal. This, in turn, presented me with an idea seeing as how neither of us knew much about this village. With nothing else to do, it might be a good idea for me to have some fun.

Taking a step closer to the Samurai boy, I'd lean in even closer than before. "Oh, you're not from around here? Then . . . nee~ bouya~ wanna have some fun?" The latter half of my sentence spoken in a soft and seducing tone. At the same time, my right hand is placed near my chest; index finger grasping at the crevice of my blouse. Slowly, I began to tug at the piece of clothing; slowly revealing my brassier. As more time passed, the more the Samurai boy would be able to peer into my blouse and clearly see the curvature of my chest. Meanwhile, my middle finger would cling at the center of my bra while my lips formed into a seducing smile; tongue gently tracing the bottom of my top lip.

Mere moments before I was about to pull on the brassier and reveal much more than just sexy lingerie, I'd release my hold on both pieces of clothing. "Naaaaante ne! (Juuuust kidding)" Following this would be a series of cute laughter while I shifted back into an upright position; both hands once again behind me with fingers interlinked. "Seeing as how we are both new to this town, would you care to escort a lady around town? And then maybe we can really have some fun later." The latter portion of my sentence accompanied by a wink to the Samurai boy. Immediately following my actions, I'd turn around and begin to walk off; expecting the boy to follow.

[Trigga]

Her inquest brought a rather inquiring expression to the boy’s face, only re-registering the commentary he previous allowed to escape through is lips. A soft sigh escaping his lips at the sheer thought of allowing something as superficial as appearance to completely disorient his mind. While this woman, beautiful in most respects held quite the seductive air, the Uchiha was wise enough to keep someone of her nature at arm’s length. Playful could easily convert into contemptuous and a complete change in environment didn’t welcome the luxury of trusting everyone. Regardless, maybe he could grow to trust her in time.

She moved closer, and while physically allowing my body to stay at ease, the diligence of my perception gauged her frame. Another sentence escaped her lips, and as its predecessor, the tempting tone and aroma of inducement graciously danced into the ears of the scarlet haired Shinobi.“Fun?” He inquired, not in the sense that the definition of such a common word escaped him, but more so in the fashion of finding any true exhilaration in such a village that literally had little to offer. She continued on, only augmenting the display of sexuality as she tugged on the inner confines of her upper garbs—namely the Brassiere, coupled the rim of her low-riding skirt; a temptress she was.

Before Ryūsuke’s eyes found deliverance in the clarity of the woman’s exposed chest, she released both holds and soon gave off a sarcastic notion and a few cutesy giggles. Following suit, the boy’s own soft, though mature mirth escaped into the air, though faintly. She now held a more serious (though not nearly as serious as one would assume) posture, and asked him to escort her around? “Sure?” the Uchiha commented, accepting the wink which only welcomed for more mischievous gestures from the woman. She turned around walking off into the town and without much thought into it, Ryūsuke did the same.

“What’s your name by the way? I’m Ryū.” He exclaimed with curiosity ingeniously masked behind the innate allure of his tone of voice. All the while, he kept a safe distance between the two, walking a subtle five feet behind her as his arms rested to his sides. Strands of scarlet swaying in his foyer, orbs of amethyst rested on the back of the woman, that is to say the shimmering arm jewelry she expressed. Bulky, one could only be curious as to what it was.

[Anmida]

[Sorry again, mang.]

[/Exit.]

[addy-hime ♥]

Ryu: 40 EXP.
Yuri: 30 EXP.

[Trigga]

/Exit i guess ;[