SUN and MOON

[KEITH]

How annoying, it would seem as if his companions didn't have the same views as him, though they were younger than him, so, of course they wouldn't think like a real man. What was Kouetsu to do? He didn't want them to piss their pants as he continued to deny what they wanted, but he would surely get his mess cleaned up, seeing as it would possibly be the most he could do for them. Since he had been treated so well by the two of them, it was truly bothersome.

"Alright, alright. You could have at least given me some cleaning supplies to do it. I also need some help."

He had said that he needed some help, due to him tracking a lot of the mud that he had done across the floors, all the way from the front door into Masuyo's dining room. Kouetsu would them re-track steps back to the front door of Masuyo's apartment. His right eye had looked around for someone who he thought could help him out along the mission with; he had looked for a female, an adult female. His eye would come across a woman who had a decent size bust, and the clothing she had adorned was that of a made, when he had seen her, he couldn't help but outburst.

"AYE, BITCH! C'MERE!"

Immediately he had got the woman's attention, knowing what she was, it would be hard for her to miss her call when someone would call out the name that triggered her senses. She would rush toward the direction of Masuyo's house, and Kouetsu lured her rest of the way, when he had told her what she had to do, she would begin. She had gotten down on her needs and began cleaning the mud off of his feet, so he could no longer track it, and then moved on to clean up the muddy path he had left in his wake.

"Are we good now?"

[tigaevo]

'You see Masuyo had the right approach Shou, we don't always have to fight.' Shou's voice would past through the boy's head. Metsu's hand would continue to open and close as Kota talked, this time he was making more sense to the Hyuuga allowing him to calm down.

"Now that's what I'm talking bout."

Metsu would say as the man walked away, I guess he was looking for some cleaning supply's but this dude brought something way better back. He brought back a bitch, the young Hyuuga couldn't help but to laugh as the woman got down on her knees and cleaned up. 'That's not even cool man.' Shou's voice would pass through the boy's head as he looked over to Masuyo.

"Nice meet you Masuyo, the names Metsu. Kind of weird of telling you my name for a second but you'll understand one day. But anyways I think Kota's just a little different from us."

The shinobi would say as the woman finished cleaning up Kota's muddy tracks, Metsu of course thoughts this was kind of funny but he wasn't to sure about how Masuyo would feel about it.

"So Kota, that's how y'all did it back in Kusa?"

[KEITH]

[Exit.]

[vegapunk]

38 EXP @ Circa

38 EXP @ Bit

30 EXP @ Gene

[tigaevo]

Exit

[Hronica]

The library was a place of pure tranquility. Rich mahogany wood was consistent throughout the area in the form of shelves, seats and tables. The floor was stretched with high quality rugs, adding to the classiness of the room. Candles lit the room, creating that peaceful bronze atmosphere as the light enhanced the mahogany colour of the furniture. The library was truly a sacred place. The bookshelves, already filled with a few logs and entries, seemed quite empty however. The remaining spots on the shelves were kept reserved for the stories of the rising generation of Kekkai.

Yulo Kekkai stood on his own. His eyes directed toward one of the bookshelves. He had come to the Sun and Moon compound to possibly reconnect with some of his family members. He had known many of them to be scattered across the shinobi world, however many of them stood with the same united goal: to bring back the Hidden Rain. Yulo didn't know what he wanted. He wanted someone to follow, someone to teach him, someone who could make him stronger. But the rebirth of the Hidden Rain wasn't the top concern on his mind. Frankly he wondered if anyone would show. He was unaware of the current number of Kekkai members that lived within the Hidden Sand. Yulo hoped someone would come.

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[Messatsu!]

Having ended the medtation of only one of three clones, the faux shinobi made its way back to Suna, hurriedly and worriedly. All seemed relatively normal, mean no one found out about the information passed through Masuyo's own mouth and into the ears of Apollo and Ares. Panicked and speeding through the entrance, the door slammed hard in his wake. On the first floor, he looked around to see what exactly he needed to removed from the compound itself considering once he stepped back out of the door, he'd never return again.

"Damnit, think, what could I possibly use that I could bring with me. Doesn't seem much is here, guess I actually have spent too much time despite this being a home. Still, I shouldn't hurt to take a quick look around, kinda sad i still haven't learned the entirety of this place inside and out. "

[Hronica]

The sound of silence was suddenly interrupted as a sound echoed throughout the compound. Someone was here. A door slammed shut rather harshly, chiming the strong tone throughout the building. Yulo suddenly realised that he wasn't alone. He turned his head to where the sound came from, looking at the open door into the library. His mind walked through a series of events. Who could it have been? Perhaps it was another member of his family. Yulo couldn't just assume that though. He had to go investigate. After all, there was a possibility that someone was sneaking into the Sun and Moon compound uninvited.

The young genin held his right hand gently on the hilt of his dagger attached to his waistband. If someone were to suddenly jump out at him, on the offence, he would be ready. The corridors were weakly illuminated, thus concealment within the shadows was a possibility. He wondered if someone actually lived in this place. Perhaps there was even a caretaker that lived here. Yulo really had no idea concerning the current situation at his own family compound. It was something that he would have to inquire more into at a later stage. As for now, he had to deal with whoever had just slammed that door. Yulo continued to walk down the long corridor to the entrance of the manor.

He stood above a staircase that overlooked the first floor of the manor. It was there in which Yulo found who he was looking for. A man, orange hair just like his, casually stood there looking around as if he too was looking for something, or someone. Yulo wondered who this person could be. He noticed the man's vibrant orange hair, a common trait of his own family. "Hello there," Yulo called out from above the man. He hoped this man was a member of the Kekkai family. Perhaps he could be the one that could answer the many questions that the young genin had concerning the family itself, and it's history. His right hand still rested on the hilt of his dagger. Who was the unknown man?

[/justify]

[Messatsu!]

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from above, bouncing through the entire manor as it reached Masuyo's ears immediately. Reflexively, he looked towards most likely direction that the voice came from and traced it back to its origins. There had been a man that stood at the apex of the staircase looking down as Masuyo as he looked up at him in return. He noticed a hand place on his danger, suggesting that his paranoia had gotten the better of him, but, who could truly blame the man after believing to be alone when suddenly a new face arrives unexpected. Giving a quick, docile response, Masuyo spoke with an inviting tone, refusing to provoke the man in any way.

"Hello there, My name is Masuyo, Kekkai Masuyo. . ."

He paused momentarily to gauge the mans reaction after having noticed the orange hair that the two coincidentally shared. Perhaps Masuyo found yet another one of his family members.

"Are you, by any chance a Kekkai as well? Its painfully obvious isn't it."

Masuyo said, laughing to lighten the mood as he awkwardly scratched his head which, truthfully had no itch. Nevertheless, his words attempted to strike peace with the man and hopefully an alliance - eventually

[Hronica]

Yulo could feel a connection with them as the man below glanced up. They exchanged a brief gaze, enough for Yulo to feel something form between the pair. There was no mistaking it. His orange hair. The fact that he had entered the Sun and Moon compound. His own suspicions of whether or not this man was a member of the Kekkai family would soon be cleared. The man introduced himself. Kekkai Masuyo. Yulo had heard that name before. He wasn't sure where. He wasn't sure what about. But he had heard, or seen, the name.

His hand loosened off the hilt of his dagger, falling down by his side. The aura of uneasiness within him began to dissipate as Masuyo attempted to break the awkward silence between the two. They were members of the same family, but they hadn't a clue whom each other were. "You're right. I'm also a Kekkai. My name is Yulo," he stated from the floor above. "One moment," he quickly said before walking down a set of stairs to meet Masuyo on the same level. "That's better," Yulo said with a smile to the other Kekkai family member. He wanted to give off a welcoming aura. A smile would assist in that.

"I've come here to find... anyone really."

[/justify]

[Shūrin]

Shurin walked down the stairs. The dreams from the night before quickly faded away, and thoughts of home along with them. His bare feet carried him lightly and silently down the steps, making little other noise than the shuffling of his soft blue sleepwear, and the tail end of a yawn that had went on from the top of the flight, to the bottom.

His fingers tapped lightly against a notebook in his right hand, thoughts of seals and incantations bubbling up in the light of morning. He'd admittedly been slacking off on studying his fuuinjutsu, and so, decided that morning to work on it.

With notebook and scroll in hand, his crimson eyes slid over the two standing awkwardly in the center of the main hallway. 'Yes, let's all stand in the hallway,' he thought to himself as he passed them. His eyes moved across them quickly, appraising them and then continuing on his business without even slowing down for a hello.

The smell of paper and wood in the library filled Shurin with a strange motivation to work, though something gave him a feeling, as he set his notebook and scroll down at a table, that he would be getting very little done...

[Messatsu!]

His peaceful approach, for the most part, seemed to have relinquished most -if not all- of the suspicions that Yulo carried about his fellow family member. It'd been shown through the movement of Yulo's hands as it slowly eased off of the hilt of his dagger. Relieved that he managed to dissolve what could've turned into a hostile situation, he listened to Yulo introduce himself prior to having cemented Masuyo's inference of about him being a descendant of the Kekkai family. A handful of backwards steps carried Masuyo away from the base of the staircase which gave Yulo more than enough room to stand as he made his way down to the first floor.

"I've come here to find... anyone really."

As he spoke, Masuyo nodded with respect as he'd been doing the same, as well as any other Kekkai he managed to come across. Everyone seemed to have been looking for someone one way or another and just that thought alone gave Masuyo hope that his family would be restored to its golden days before the war.

"Yeah, surprisingly I've been coming across more Kekkai than I initially imagined over the past few weeks."

Once spoken, Masuyo shot Yulo a kind smile, however, he quickly noticed yet another orange haired lad that obliviously descended down the staircase. He appeared to have been writing or reading something, regardless, his presence had been acknowledged by Masuyo warranted his following words.

"Hey there, are you a Kekkai as well? Judging by that orange hair I'd say you are."

He paused momentarily to gauge his reaction, hoping that he'd give up a little more attention than he already did.

[Hronica]

From above came the echo of footsteps along the corridor. Someone else was in the compound too. How could Yulo have not heard them before? Perhaps they had been within the resting quarters. Nevertheless, the pair of Kekkai in the main foyer would soon be greeted by yet another orange-headed family member.

Masuyo went on to discuss how there had been a sudden influx of Kekkai family members starting to show their faces. That would be right. The younger generation was finally getting old enough to go off on their own to do their own thing. That would explain the sudden increase of Kekkai out in public. Yulo could feel a strong connection with Masuyo. He seemed like a nice guy, someone who would look out for his comrades whether they were apart of his own family or his own village. Wait a minute. Where was his headband?

Yulo had his own metallic forehead protector attached to his shoulder, displaying quite publicly what village he represented. From what Yulo could see, he couldn't tell where Masuyo's allegiances lay. Was he too a member of the Hidden Sand? Or perhaps, his loyalties still remained with the fallen Hidden Rain. He was still newly acquainted to the man. Yulo didn't want to ask the wrong questions and give Masuyo the wrong idea. Although, he did wonder about the man behind the smiling face that stood before him. Who was Kekkai Masuyo? How come he had heard the name before?

The footsteps drew closer as the person seemingly brushed past Masuyo and Yulo without recognising the pair of them, more focused with whatever he was reading. Who was that? His orange hair was a slight giveaway. It was another member of their family. Masuyo was right; more and more Kekkai were just popping up everywhere. The newcomer also wore no headband. What was the situation with that? Were they both refugees from the Rain? There were so many questions that Yulo felt should remain unanswered for now, at least until he got to know the pair of them more.

Yulo stood there silently as Masuyo questioned the man. He and Masuyo both awaited a response from the bookworm.

[/justify]

[Yuu]

The dreadful sand was a pain in my ass. I've been trekking through all this sand for a week now and still haven't found any sort of establishment that I would be able to use to my advantage. I've managed to survive quite well through these horrific winds, and terrible sand everywhere. It wasn't too hard to find some food, although the things I ate were quite weird like, hyenas, jackrabbits, anything that I could find really. I wasn't in the situation to be picky regardless.

As I continued my trek forward my bright red oculars noticed an establishment about fifty meters away from my current position. I just kept walking, shrugging off the excitement from finally finding a place to stay because in all reality that place could just be a mirage. You know what the funny thing is? When you grow up expecting a ton of things and then all of that goes up in flames you start to stop expecting anything at all and just take life at face value.

The entire trek towards that one establishment caused a chain reaction in me, a slow smile started to crease my face as the closer I got, the closer the establishment seemed. Was it really real? I mused to myself before I finally stood five meters before the establishment, it looked like a worn down, abandoned building. I moved forth, placing my right hand on the doorknob seeing if it was open—as I kept twisted and turning the knob nothing happened... the door was just locked.

How odd? Maybe this building wasn't so abandoned after all? I brought two hands to my face as I blew in sufficient air before releasing a loud scream. "ANYONE HOME? I NEED A PLACE TO STAY! PLEASE! I'LL PROVIDE YOU WITH ANY ASSISTANCE NEEDED" I wasn't a mean person, you help me, I help you. That's just how the world ran nowadays.

[Shūrin]

They seemed suddenly very interested in his presence, practically surrounding and staring him down.

"Uh..."His eyes moved to the one who had asked the question, and then to the other who watched with the same eagerness. Jeez, he hadn't even eaten breakfast yet and it already felt like he'd done something wrong.

"I'm Shurin...yes, kekkai." he said with a nod, and a slight step backwards. His eyes trailed over the Sand Village symbol on the quieter one's shoulder, and Shurin did his best to not show the slight discomfort at a Kekkai being part of another village. Sand was good, it was giving them a home, so why not join them, right?

Still, he rubbed his left arm, "So..."