Inception...

[Kumori]

This was utter shit. At least, that was what Kumori was thinking to himself as he roamed around the woods. The nearby water and the mist that floated around had always soothed his soul, but today things were different. It was always the same here. The Mizukage would send him on boring missions if he gave him any at all.

"I'm seventeen for fucks sake. I'm not a little child anymore!" he would yell as he kicked a moderately tall tree.

"This is utter shit. This day to day routine which consists only of irony so thick it could suffocate, boredom so dense it weighs me down, and these peaceful arse's that ruin everything by making sure we NEVER do anything. Damn it! I'd give anything to be rid of this, all of it. Ch, I'm over this place..." His words were loud enough for any to hear, though he cared little if anyone heard them or not. He was too busy venting to himself and debating his next move.

[King]

"Calm down." The voice came from a white-robed figure lurking on a branch several stories above the child, crouching while he peered from behind a porcelain feline-styled mask. Clearly, the ANBU had been watching him from the moment he'd left the village. It wasn't often such low-ranking ninja were given permission to exit Kirigakure without supervision, and his previous statements only confirmed the captain's sneaking suspicion. The boy probably would've went missing had he not interfered.

The feline mask tilted to the side, almost as if in confusion. "You needn't get so worked up over peace, child. War is something very few cope well with."

The ANBU's hands were obscured by the excessively long sleeves of his white cloak, though one might presume he was armed. Still, he hadn't so much as moved from his debut position. And still the feline masked lay tilted, analyzing the boy before him. "Besides, you only need to look in the proper places for a thrill."

[Kumori]

Shit. It was an ANBU nin. Kumori's first instinct was to start making hand seals. However, looking up at the nin, that probably wasn't the smartest idea. even if he managed to create all of the required seals, the man above him would probably be on him and ready to kill before his chakra could extend from his body.

"I'm not even going to ask what you want from me. I'll simply go with asking what you mean by the "proper" places." His words were calculated for the most part. The young nin was no fool, he knew to choose his words, and his actions wisely here.

[King]

"I meant exactly what I said," the white-robed man explained. "The village is filled with opportunities for young, anxious shinobi like yourself."

The tilted mask straightened out, and slate eyes focused on the boy. Kouketsu was gauging his potential, looking into his soul; he could see the turmoil and conflict, the burning fire caged beneath a facade of peace and calm. He planned to rectify that, of course.

"You seem like the type of ninja that enjoys a challenge - someone that can truly appreciate the thrill of the Hunt. If it's blood you seek, I can offer it to you."

[Kumori]

"Thrill of the hunt? I suppose that could be one way to describe me. How about this, first step, we build a little trust here since I'm assuming we know nothing of each other. You show me you have the authority to make something happen, and I'll do what you want with that something. Basically, give me a reason to follow you, and I'll let you lead." If the situation didn't have the potential to get so ugly so quickly, Kumori wouldn't have used words such as "let."

However, this situation indeed had great potential to turn to pure shit in an instant. While he was willing to fight to the death if need be, Kumori knew all too well the stories behind the masks such as the one this guy wore.

[King]

"Silly child," the masked man chided, "I'm not asking you to trust me. You don't need to know anything about me to follow orders, nor do I need to know anything about you to give them. I'm simply extending an invitation to you in an attempt to cure your boredom," as you put it?""

Suddenly, the voice took on a mocking tone. "Weren't you just cursing those that adored peace? And now you're sounding just like them. Interesting how that works out."

It would be several moments for the boy to absorb what was said, and give him more than enough time to form whatever reaction he wanted to. However, the masked ANBU would've shrugged any ill-willed words and interrupted him if he wasn't quick:

"Will you kill for me, yes or no?"

[Kumori]

What was this guy's agenda? Kumori didn't know whether to be thrilled, or pissed. because he couldn't tell if this guy was being serious, or making a fool of him. At this point, he guessed it really didn't matter though. Either ANBU had found him and was offering him a once in a lifetime opportunity which if declined he could kill him and say he was escaping, or the guy was some nut job who was screwing with him and had been able to kill an ANBU nin and take his suit. Either way, he might as well see things out.

"Well guy, it would seem I don't have many options here. For all I know I'm caught in a genjutsu and I'm already dead with my brain living on. So for the sake of not ending whatever this is early, I'll see it through. But know this,I expect some sort of compensation from you as well. I mean, come on, working for a guy like you has to have it's perks right?" He had actually found it hard not to show the excitement building within himself as he though of the possibilities of what lie ahead.

His next words, and the man's response, would set the pace. So he asked with what could have been an evil smirk. "So when does the fun start?"

[King]

"Your compensation is your life," the white-robed ANBU reminded the boy. Though he hadn't moved yet, he could have quite easily ended the boy's life before he even could think of forming a single hand seal in defense, "and the power that comes with being properly trained."

In half the time it would've taken a person to blink, the ANBU appeared directly in front of the boy. It was almost as if he'd been erased from his position upon the tree, only to be hastily sketched back into reality by the hand of some invisible artist.

"Everything will be set into motion with I acquire more-- talent. It shouldn't be too much longer, but in the mean time, refine your skills. None of our targets will be small fish."