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It had been many years since the strange man had come to the Capitol city of Kaminari no Kuni. Nobody could ever really say what made the man so strange, but perhaps it was the combination of many small things that nobody seemed to consciously notice, but that their mind and soul rejected in the subconscious... or maybe it was just that he was an outsider that nobody had ever really taken a chance to get to know. Whatever the case, though, the man, named Ichiro, had appeared one day out of the blue and set up shop as a lumberjack.

His garb was relatively simple, with heavy denim jeans, thick leather boots and many differing t-shirts, and he carried no weapon as far as anyone else could see - except for that axe with which he did his business with, of course. Day in and day out, for 8 to 10 hours, he went out into the forests surrounding the city and he chopped logs and prepared them and sold them to masons and architects and whoever else it was that had a desire for timber, and as far as anyone could tell, he was a relatively content man.

When spoken to, he never truly responded, simply nodding his head yes or no or giving off the strangest bits of what sounded like prepared conversation that made very little sense. His skin was darker than what most would have called normal, and had a few barely visible lines that looked like scars blemishing the skin in all the wrong places, like his neck and wrist. His hair, thick and dark black, matched the color of his eyes, and his muscular frame seemed to say that, at one point, he had been one who had fought for money.

He gave off the faintest of scents, like old dirt that had been washed and scrubbed off, but couldn't be gotten rid of completely. It was hard to really notice, unless you happened to very close to him, but there was a feeling of sickness about the man, like simply being near him would cause you to waste away, that probably had more to do with his lack of friendship than anything else in the world.

Whatever the case was, the man never complained about his lack of companionship - in fact, he hardly seemed to notice it - and he performed the labour of three good lumberjacks all on his own. He made more than enough from his efforts to see that he had a nice house and did not want for anything. He was a good man, this Ichiro, full of the virtues that many in Kaminari no Kuni adored. He would have been perfect, you understand, except for the fact that he was dead.

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Kaminari no kuni was a beautiful place, that was for sure, with wonderous peaks and mountainous region that stretched for miles- And this part of the land that I was currently visiting was especially pretty compared to the rest of the land, lush forestry alike the ones that I had been used to in Kusa no Kuni surrounding me as I walked along the land. It would have been especially pretty should the weather have not taken such a disastrous turn a few hours ago, and unluckily for myself, being a stranger to this part of the land, I found myself close to lost, the torrential rain proving as quite a problem- It wasn’t as if I was scared of sleeping outside, but in this weather? The people of Kaminari expected me to sleep in this weather? They were surely taking the piss, because for the past hour that I had been walking, I found myself unable to find any kind of inn or building that I could take some kind of shelter in, at least until the rain ceased. Rushing about in the rain, my blonde hair becoming soaked by the rain that seemed never-ending, I’d keep my eyes open, in an attempt to find any kind of place I could potentially get shelter from.

Of course, I wasn’t scared of the elements. No. I could deal with storms, snow and rain, or any other weather really, but it was starting to grow dark now and I wasn’t really ready to spend a night in the outdoors in a land that I was unfamiliar with, although at the same time I was more than willing to spend a night in a strangers night, which now that I thought about it- Was quite a strange thought, but I had done it dozens of times in the past, and the idea that whoever I stayed with could potentially be a murderer was still enstilled within me, but by now I was a big enough girl to fight my own battles. Perverts and killers alike, if the dared put a finger on me, I was more than happy to show them who was a fucking pansy. To say the least, I was glad that I had such a.. violent nature to say the very least- I was pretty damn hardcore- Bitches don’t mess with me!

”Fucking rain is taking the piss now!” I’d murmur to myself under my breath in a tone of anger, although it wasn’t really surprising. Continuing to rush through the darkness, my eyes were attempting to find any sign of light that I could find which could perhaps lead me to a home, and after a further hour and forty-six minutes of searching, the forestry would soon seem to break, the amount of trees lessening quite profoundly as instead they were replaced with stumps- I was sure that deforestation wasn’t a problem here seeing as a lot of people were conservationists these days and were in to hugging trees and everything, and the sheer amount of trees that were chopped entirely to the base simply suggested that there was only a few people at work here- Or, dare I say, a single person. But this was simply an idea but surely where I found traces of places where people had been, I’d find them close by- Or at least this is what my own mind produced from all of the things I had seen up to now- I could but hope that it was true, because sooner or later my hair would begin to get curly from the rain.

And then- A faint light.

My eyes having caught sight of what would appear to be the light of a house. As this checkpoint was now found, I’d drive myself forwards in the rain, my blonde hair, now notably longer due to the fact that the rain had pushed it downwards, flew through the wind as I’d sprint, my white clothing standing out amongst the green of the trees and the bleak browns of the land. If anything I was a breath of fresh air to the environment to the land as I was obviously a foreigner both by the way that I spoke, the Kusa band which was around my neck, and the way that I dressed. Of course I assumed other medical shinobi dressed in a similar but if anyone dared to dress the same way as I did, I’d teach them a lesson or two about plagiarism. So close..! as I drew near, the light would simply get brighter- Upon closer examination it wasn’t a light from the home itself, but instead from a small lamp on the outside, shielded by glass panels- An oil lamp, perhaps? No matter. Edging forwards to the door, I’d confidently knock on the door a total of three times;

”EXCUSE ME! IS ANYONE HOME?”
With no lights on inside, I’d but wait to see; It wasn’t too late at night, so surely someone would be awake. Waiting outside in the rain, I looked very much like a victim at the moment.

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Time's passing had no real effect on Ichiro. For many years now he had simply followed routine, rising at the first rays of dawn to prepare for a hard days labour and returning to the place which was called his home every night. Although a part of the capitol city of Kaminari no Kuni, Ichiro's location could very easily be the fringe of the society, a place that had been taken over by him and helped to secure his seclusion.

All of his actions were merely a ruse, though - an act that was perpetrated in order to allow the 'man' to stay around the village without anyone second-guessing 'his' purpose. Even through this distance, Ichiro's master had full control over actions... at least, whenever the master bothered to command the thing. Instead, Ichiro was a mostly placed on auto-pilot, given small amounts of free will beyond the command to stay in place and to not attract attention to 'himself'.

So it was with a shock that the man heard the knock on his door - it was nighttime, but he was not asleep, for he never slept - and so he rose from his sofa and moved towards the door. Opening it, for he was unafraid of whatever might be on the other side of that door, Ichiro would glance out into the night air and frown, a natural response, a human one. Before his line of site stood what could easily have been called a drowned blonde rat. Rather short and rather menacing, a woman whose hair was soaked through from the rain which Ichiro hadn't even noticed coming from the sky until now.

Ichiro stood at the door and simply chose to stare at the girl. He never initiated conversation, that was for sure, even when there was a woman who probably wanted to come inside standing just a few feet away from him. He stared, those black eyes boring straight into the woman, but it was not Ichiro who saw her. It was somebody else, entirely.

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Luckily for me it did seem as if there was someone home in the building- As the door creaked open, I’d but get to view what, at first glance, appeared to be an ill man- Although, from the physique that he carried, it would be incorrect to call him malnourished from the sheer bulk of muscle that was on his arms, and yet his skin tone was very pale, almost a strange shade of pale, but there was little light available in both the building and what little light emitted from the oil lamp unsuccessfully shone upon the figure of the male- I could easily be mistaken due to these factors, so I paid no attention to it, really, and usually I found that pointing out the difference in a person’s skin colour was usually looked down upon as racist, so, instead of commenting on that, I’d turn my eyes towards his own deep, black, as I would prepare to present the man with the problem that I was currently facing.

And his silence? Perhaps he was wary of strangers and wanted to find out what my business was before I spoke. But, first things first. My right hand raising and flicking a few pieces of stray hair from my face, I’d then begin to speak; Sure enough my hair made me look as if I’d been swimming, but I still looked beautiful- There was little that could top my own beauty, after all. ”I was wondering if I could possibly stay here just until the rain stops. It’s awful out here.” I’d say, hopefully with bonus points for the comment at the end which would hopefully suggest for him to let me in. But, being the gentleman that I was, I wouldn’t move from my place until I was allowed, of course- I wasn’t simply going to barge in there- Doing that would both be rude, and unladylike. More the former, but right now all I wanted was a place to dry my hair off.

However, as he’d simply keep staring at me with a frown similar to mine when I was ticked off, my own face would flourish with at least some kind of human emotion, a form of grin on my face. I was a user of many faces when I was on a journey to get what I wanted, and this was one of them, although in all fairness it looked pretty genuine, and the only genuine thing I was all about at the moment was getting out of the fucking rain. ”I’ll stay on the porch if you want- Just somewhere with a bit of shelter..” I’d pause in my words for added effect, my beautiful and round baby blue eyes gazing back at his own, empty orbs..”..Please.” It was strange really, how he was, of course, but I couldn’t really go against him if he was going to let me in; Should he decline my offer, then I’d be more than happy to slag him off out loud. What human couldn’t give in to my temptation?

As the sound of the rain continued to pound against the earth behind me, the sound of thunder roaring from a distance echoed through the forests. It wasn’t a good night to be out, that was for sure, and perhaps, should he take a look outside, he’d be swayed to notice that I both probably looked hellishly attractive with my wet hair and damp clothes, and the fact that it was tipping down outside and no sane person would be out in this weather. Not that I wasn’t able to walk around in such rainfalls- I had done it before, but when there was shelter available- Why go without? It was a simple manner of talking it over, although with the constant silence that this black haired male seemed to give out, it slowly made me wonder whether or not he’d allow me to take shelter within his home. Maybe he was one of those cantankerous hermits who chose to live away from humanity..

But whatever he was, was he going to let me in or not?
My patience is wearing thin.

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There are many who believe in providence, and just as many who do not. However, whatever the existence of fate, the Doktor knew instinctively that this was something that he wanted to get his hands on. There was something about the girl that simply radiated strength, power, and determination. The way that she presented herself, the way that her temper flared as he watched, her mouth set into a line of a frown that could easily match Ichiro's own. The lady was obviously a psychopath... and she was beautiful.

From many, many miles away, the Doktor reasserted his full control over Ichiro, the Fuda that had been implanted into the deceased man's body allowing him the ability to completely wash away personality. It was time to invite the woman in. After all, it wouldn't do to let the woman stand outside when it was pouring down tears from the Goddess of the Sky, and so without saying a word, Ichiro stepped aside from the entrance of the doorway and opened it to its full capacity, clearly giving invitation for the woman to enter.

In that same silence, if she chose to enter the house, Ichiro would close the door behind her and point towards the inside of the house, down a hallway that lead to a staircase and the second story. It was up there that a spare bedroom had been created, and there that the woman would be directed to go. However, after pointing the direction, Ichiro simply wandered back towards his own room, seemingly uncaring of the fact that there was a beautiful wet female that would have been standing not a foot from him if only he had not walked away.

Ichiro's passion had long since left his body, of course, left at the same time that his soul had come under the dominion of Viktor. However, thoughts raced through Ichiro's mind because they raced through the Doktor's mind. For the first time in a long while, Viktor smiled, deep and cruel, a smile which was reflected upon the face of Ichiro as he lay back down upon his bed. It would be interesting, wouldn't it, if this was one that he would finally be able to train that wouldn't break underneath all of the pressure? Whatever the case, Viktor would need to wait until the morning. After all, a tired, wet rat could not run upon the wheels of an experiment.

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The man stepping aside and letting me in to his home, I’d but give him some kind of warm grin, as well as a very polite; ”Thank you.” Being the bold person that I was, I’d right past him whilst walking in to the house, picking up on a strange scent- almost like damp earth, although, I wasn’t sure if that was just me from all of the travelling that I’d done, or him- He seemed like the outdoors type, so there was a chance that he may have just come home from a night walk or something ridiculous like that. However; He had allowed me shelter for the night, so I had at least something to be thankful for. I’d save these mean thoughts for when I’d leave, as he was kind enough to give me entry to his home. His finger pointing in a certain direction, I’d nod and follow where he’d directed, as the two of us parted for now, the both of us slinking in to the shadows of the house.

The stairs creaking if but a little bit as I’d walk up, I’d disregard this and make my way towards whichever room which he had signalled me to go to- Surely a guest room or something like that, as I was sure that most people had one- Even when I’d been living in Kusa we had some sort of small room where people could stay if they wanted to spend the night there, it was only.. tradition, really. Which sadcase had a house with only one bedroom in it? Continuing my way about the house, the darkness not really bothering me that much, I’d soon manage to navigate my way to the room which was surely meant for me to be in- It wasn’t all that out of the ordinary, a bed, dresser, bedside table, and a wardrobe. There being a convenient lamp on the table, I’d turn it on for but a moment, just so I could sort myself out as far as getting these wet clothes off went.

With the curtains closed, I’d change in peace of mind, my top layer of clothing coming off first, although there was a dark red tank top underneath, and upon taking my skirt off too, I’d take off the shoes I wore as well, revealing a pair of black shorts- My weapons holster also being taken off, I’d place my dagger with the rest of it, as I placed my wet clothes on a nearby radiator, although; To find it to be cold in these weather conditions was something strange. Disappointingly, I’d find a hanger about the room, hanging my clothes up on the doorknobs of the wardrobe that was in the room. And as for myself? Finally done, I’d then go to sit on the bed that was in the room, my eyes faintly looking outside the window- Or at least towards the curtains that blocked the view, as I listened in on the rain. Surely it would stop soon.

But; I had been travelling for a good day or so now, I was cold, and both of these factors contributed to the tiredness that I was now feeling. Sitting on the bed, my own head against the headboard with my weapons holster incredibly close to me should an emergency occur, I’d then slowly find my eyes failing on me as five minutes; ten minutes; twenty minutes passed me by like seconds- Fighting to keep awake, I was sure that the guy downstairs wouldn’t mind me staying overnight, right? It wasn’t as if I was going to steal his things or anything, I was more decent a person than that. But as I mused about such things, I could still feel my eyes growing heavier, as soon, I gave up. Giving up isn’t exactly a trend of mine but in this situation, it would be perfectly allowed. My head slumping a little bit to the side, it wasn’t long until I fell asleep, the sound of the rain soon muffled out in my mind.

”……..”

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Ichiro sat on his bed, the mind that was controlling him forever a distance away thinking to himself how interesting that young woman had seemed. Time would be passing, slowly but surely, and outside the sound of the raging storm continued to be omnipresent. Thunder cracked and lightning split the sky, cutting through the dark recesses of the night like a warm knife through butter. It was this kind of storm, the ominous nature of it clearly evident to anyone with half a brain, that might have frightened a lesser person.

As it were, The Doktor Viktor thought that he had sensed the aura of science around the lady. It had been difficult to see and think past the soaked clothing that she wore, but the man found himself willing to stake many a bet on her. Deciding that it would be necessary yet for him to do some true investigation, the man from another body slowly gave rise to Ichiro's body, who came off of his own bed and began to walk towards the the staircase.

As he reached it, a large bolt of thunder, so intense that it would seem to shake the very foundation of the house, would echo through the halls. If anything, that was sure to have woken the woman up, and so Ichiro would ascend the stairs and move towards the bedroom that the blonde had been pointed towards. Knocking once, gently, to see if she truly was awake, the deceased warrior would wait for a response.

Who knows...? After all, she could be a very heavy sleeper.

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”..SHIT!”

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A very ladylike awakening, I was both stirred by the sudden, almost blinding flash of light which had completely overcome the room I was currently in disorientating my vision for but a moment before it then went back to normal. Adjusting my eyes to the darkness I’d look about, still sitting up from the last position that I had taken before going to sleep- Although even attempting to sleep had been a mistake for me, and unknowing of the current time, I was unsure whether I had been sleeping for hours, or simply for a matter of minutes. But whatever it was, I’d look about for a few moments at the room, to see that nothing really had changed since I’d last been awake and fully conscious, which I guess, was a good thing seeing as the guy was a bit creepy. Looking over at my clothes I’d take in note that they were at least a little bit better than they had been when I’d arrived- Again, a positive point.

However where I was at the moment; I couldn’t exactly say that they would dry all that well. The house seemed old, and almost unfeeling really, as if no-one had truly been here for years. It reminded me of the time when my grandmother had died, and being a widow, there was no-one to look after the house. Upon entering, spiders plagued each corner and dust was all around the place, but although this house seemed clean, there was something a bit off about it. Despite the fact that it was full to the brim with proper furniture and had the guy downstairs to fill it with a sense of humanity, it was empty. Completely empty. Such a thought was very eerie but I was sure that it was just the fact that the weather was currently not at its best, and seeing as the guy was a creeper, that probably added to it- Hey- Did this room have a lock on the door?

As such matters plagued my mind, I’d soon be distrcted from thinking of such things and moved back towards the matter of my clothes not being dry – the terrible thought that I wouldn’t be able to wear my favourite clothing due to the fact that they were wet. But- a knock on the door would then sound from nearby, which was quite strange. In some ways I found it very nice of him (Assuming it was that guy) to knock before coming in, and it too being a quiet knock, just in case I perhaps hadn’t stirred from the fucking huge lighting bolt which had descended upon the area minutes ago, that was quite sweet. But the main matter came to me; Why was he knocking on it? Did he want to kick me out? I hadn’t done anything wrong! What kind of a bastard would he be to throw me out? The hell could he kick me out! Narrowing my eyes down for a minute and containing my anger at the thought of being thrown back in to the rain, I’d then adopt a normal, slightly sleepy face, as I’d speak the words;

”Come in.”

In a soft voice, my words dancing about soon after I had spoken them as I welcomed him in to his own room. Of course it was only a way to show that I truly was awake, and although my words were somewhat faint, they were loud enough so that whoever on the other side of the door could hear. And with the weapons pouch still close to me and me at the moment wearing shorts and a tank top, it was easy to say that I was, of course, very confident in my own skin- It radiated from me almost as I sat on the bed, it wasn’t the infectious kind of confidence of course, as if anyone dared to act better than me I was keen to shoot them down once more, by contaminating their mind with hateful comments- In that way, I was horrible, I had to say, but what was more alluring than me; In such small clothing?- Not that I wanted to seduce the guy or anything, he was pretty disturbing, but I was simply flaunting the fact that I was probably one of the prettiest woman on the planet.
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OOC: Sorry for lack of posts, I've been busy studying and taking an exam, and then crashing from lack of sleep. Inc post now though!

"Come on!" The words that were spoken gave consent, not that Ichiro would truly have needed such consent, for him to enter the room. The woman was still in bed, not that the Doktor blamed her, but it would seem as though she actually had been awakened by the lightning bolt... which was a good thing, the Doktor supposed, for a lack of awareness would be one thing that would turn him away from a prospective student, and to miss the lightning storm such as that... no, it simply would not have done.

For the first time since the woman had entered the household, Ichiro would speak. "Are you alright, Mistress? There are many who would have found themselves frightened at the sound of the storm." The soft baritone of his voice had a strange gentleness to it, smooth, but not delicate, and by no means could have been considered warm. In fact, although there was no malice inside of the voice, it would best have been described as cold, like the beginnings of night when the sun had just now passed beyond the horizon.

It was a plausible excuse to be here in this place, but Ichiro's master had simply wanted to test the woman's mettle. There had been two surprises when the woman had no doubt been asleep - one, the lightning, and two, his presence. How she reacted would tell Viktor many things, and he desperately wanted to know more about this stranger.

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As the male soon opened the door and let himself in, I’d keep sitting on the bed, looking at him, noticing that he hadn’t changed his clothes all this time, although.. it was currently night-time- Why was that? It was a strange idea really since most people wore at least some kind of pyjamas to bed (Of course, I was the exception seeing as I didn’t live in this house and hadn’t come prepared) but surely with a house this grand then he’d have some form of nightwear that he could choose from. Continuing to watch him, I’d listen as he’d speak in a tone almost unfeeling- Or it was, but there wasn’t all that much of it. Dismissing this, I’d go straight to the point; Why had he even bothered knocking on my door? Sure enough it was nice of him to check up on me and everything but it was a bit.. strange to say the very least, mostly due to how hospitable he seemed to be being now in comparison with the silence I had received from him upon our first meeting mere hours ago.

"Are you alright, Mistress? There are many who would have found themselves frightened at the sound of the storm."
”Frightened? I’m not a pansy.”

My response was pretty blunt to say the least, but I hadn’t said it in a mean tone, however my answer was short and sweet. There were many things to fear in this life and one of them that I had stopped caring about years ago was weather. Sure, I might get pissed off with the current state of it but I wasn’t someone who hide in fear from a thunderstorm or something like that, that was for chumps- Surely enough I sounded a bit smug when I spoke the words but it was the truth. Backtracking somewhat to the words that he had spoken, I’d notice that he had said the word mistress in relation to me, which was.. weird. He was so formal- Surely the correct term would be miss? He was speaking to me as if I was some kind of owner to him- Or at least, higher up, which on one hand I did appreciate since it satiated my bloated ego, but- I still found it.. eerie to say the least. I wasn’t put off by it of course; but it was strange.

Eyes dropping on the male once more, his muscled form almost belittled by the fact that he looked incredibly unhealthy- sickly almost. Although his figure was bathed in darkness at the moment, the pallor of his skin against it shone somewhat as his black eyes sunk in to the rest of the shadows as my own, the pupil itself standing out among the beautiful light blue colour that my own eyes were. As silence racked through the room once more, I’d then speak the words; ”Thank you for asking- Uh-” a pause, as my eyes would drop to the floor, and then back to the male; ”-Would it be possible for me to learn of your name, sir?” oh, the girl next door act was a very nice one to those that I spoke to, but it was annoying for me to play out this character. Surely enough I did speak some of my true personality but should I have spoken true to my own, I would have asked him downrightly, not in the almost shy manner that I had spoken a few moments ago, my eye darting across the place somewhat, but, turning my gaze back to the tall figure, I’d then await for his response, my arms crossed a little bit, the tank top revealing a little of the sumptuous cleavage that I had-

Not that I meant for that of course- It wasn’t my fault that I had a perfect body, now wasn’t it?

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(“An intriguing answer…. Not a Pansy…”)

While physically, the vessel showed little interest in the blonde’s comment, the puppeteer which was currently in control did, however. A cerebral grin formulating along the mental border, creeping at each corner and curling upwards. This woman—this Kusagakure native was of some interest and everything she had said to this point was of nothing more than sheer curiosity augments. It would seem the Doktor had taking an early liking in the specimen that resided directly in front of him, nonetheless it was too soon to actually make such an imperative call. Time would be the deciding aspect that would rule out her fate during this situation.

Sitting with an unresponsive bearing, the mistress, as Ichiro had previously called her had opened a conversational dynamic. She wanted a name, apparently. Nonetheless could he afford to give it to her? Paranoia was a treacherous device, and while she physically held some influence over his decisions, Viktor was by no means a fool. Spies who worked for those wanting his location came a dime a dozen; nonetheless, this didn’t mean they didn’t exist. A inert body of his caliber was hard to discern from the archetypal person without a much more intimate relationship with his flesh. Nonetheless, one couldn’t be too weary. Needless to say, if she tried anything, she would be properly dealt with. The intention was to find as much as possible about her, not to drive her away.

“My name is Ichiro…” the marionette muttered.

Last names were formalities easily avoided by simply not stating them in the first place. Truth be told, after the years had passed, and his mind became more attuned with the art of science then remembering information about his informants, he simply forgot Ichiro’s last name. It mattered little, though. It wasn’t as if she was expecting him to tell her his entire life story—the Doktor couldn’t bear to accomplish such a task anyways. Miles upon end spanned his distance, but his word, values, and beliefs were all to intimate with their current conversation. It was now time to extort information from the attractive blonde as well.

“And your name, Mistress?”

Surely she was growing tired of his formal tone. Her opinion of how and what he spoke wasn’t of the most important concern at the moment. Before he could physically scrutinize her, the Doktor was forced to pick apart her psyche and make her feel comfortable. “From your Hitai-ate, you’re a Kusagakure Native, I think… What brings you to these parts?” Adroitly keeping his true knowledge of the Shinobi world concealed, yet giving enough in moderation to bait her into divulging more, Ichiro awaited an answer. It was obvious by the motif resting upon the dull metal that hung around her neck hours prior. Any Kumo native would have been able to discern the difference in the symbols. That alone should have eased suspicion.

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However dark the night may have been, it wasn’t anything that I was scared of, and even if some other girls would have been put at edge in the situation that I was currently at, creepy guy in the room, foreign land and a storm in the background, I wasn’t fazed by it whatsoever- If anything this interested me, and as I watched on with my smirk active to some degrees, I’d listen to him speak and introduce himself. As I gave my own first name; I couldn’t blame him for not releasing his surname to the cold, crisp air that surrounded us both. I had my own reasons, and he surely had his, so should I judge him; I’d be hypocrite. Not that I didn’t want to be one, but right now he was offering me shelter from the horrid weather outside, so I couldn’t exactly throw it all back in his face. Ichiro?- Noted.

”Very well then Ichiro- It’s nice to meet you.
I’m Blanche.”

Grinning somewhat as I’d say this, it was obvious that I had repeated this dozens of other times in the past- I was very keen on speaking my name, it was such a beautiful name, being able to roll off the tongue perfectly. I wanted to be spoken of- Wanted to have people speaking about me miles away from where I was, my name scarred on everyone’s skin for ever. Never before had I craved this much attention, and to say the truth it had only been something that had creeped up on me in the last few years- This all had creeped up on me in the last few years, really. But I embraced it- Lovingly pinching at the very personality that currently dominated my mind and taking it to the full- My ability to weave beautiful, loving and counterfeit words coming from such a serpents tongue. It was unbelievable how exactly I could bring myself to say the things I said these days, but it simply came out- How was I meant to understand? I didn’t care, anyhow.

With my gaze still fixed on Ichiro, an icy blue look that even the bravest of men would flinch at, I’d listen as he’d question my origins from Kusagakure, the village which its symbol hung proudly from my neck- Upon a black band the metal glistened in the faint moonlight that flowed through the window- It was beautiful in a way, I had always loved the look of my village’s symbol and I’d much prefer to see more of it around the place these days, but after I’d return- The world will be seeing much more of it, and much more of me. Mark my words. ”That’s correct. I travel; It’s what I do. Kaminari no kuni has such..” a pause, as my words suddenly became almost dreamlike in tone. ”..an interesting environment.” with this having been said, I’d have usually questioned the reasons why he was even living in this place- Sure enough I did like Kaminari no kuni more than other places- The people were generally more gullible and the weather much more pleasing than others, but I envied those with villages which had been saved from the brunt of time.

My mind ate away at my consciousness, satiated from the information that I was currently receiving just by looking at him- His tone was cold and almost fragile, it was strange. ”..However, I could never live here. It’s too.. quiet for me.” I’d say this with perhaps more sincerity in the things that I spoke- The place wasn’t really a shithole, but it was much too quiet- The kind of life that I assumed Ichiro lived, logging or something like that, made him rooted in one place. Although at the moment I yearned for my form to be rooted back to Kusagakure, my home, I couldn’t. Reasons being that at the moment it was in no condition for people to live in. I was unable to understand exactly why people could settle down however. I was aware that there was no-one else in this house, as despite his age, he seemed to not have a wife or partner to share the house with him- If he was gay I wouldn’t really care that much since all I wanted was a good nights sleep then I’d be quick to leave in the morning. But- Back on topic, to settle down in the place like this- It was unthinkable. Of course- I had prepared to settle down years ago, I had my future all planned. But it was interesting how war changed things, right? It hit me, for example, like a fucking ton of bricks, and I had been a fool not to step out of harms way.

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Even in the absence of light, and comforted only by the darkness that loomed throughout the entirety of the room, everything was all but distorted. Through his comatose eyes, Ichiro was forwarded perception that transcended that of a normal man; then again, he wasn’t so normal himself, was he? Death’s embracement steadily grappling away every second of his existence and the only force holding him to this plane being the inimitable and powerful technique used by the doctor himself. A catastrophic beauty it was—contradicting all realms of logic, but seemingly fitting into a world where logic was always skewed to some extent.

This would be a crucial moment—and from his perception, one well needed for this conversation to continue without complications. It would seem his rather pokerfaced dialect had beckoned forth interest and soon Ichiro would have a name to place with the face of the beautiful blonde. A moment of silence lingered forth, and while he waited, a number of potential names based solely on her appearance ran rampant in his mind. She seemed like a Hana, or even a Koi—simple titles given to the most beautiful of women all around the world. The sheer thought of her actually sharing such confidential information was a milestone in their camaraderie. The Doktor was most interested now as her lips separated and moved with an elegant amalgamation of gestures as words billowed outwards.

“Blanche? It’s fitting" (“Though I was way off”)

The vessel for this meeting uttered almost mutely, showing both signs of disinterest, and an inability to comprehend the glee he should have after crossing such a bridge. Meanwhile, miles away, Viktor continued to pry on the conversation with vigilant ears. Blanche was her name? Quiet unique and rather strange considering the vernacular which had become used worldwide. Nonetheless, this only strengthened the man’s interest in her, and as the blonde continued to speak, allowing her words to slide right off her tongue into the air, Ichiro simply remained unmoved. Awaiting a moment to express his thoughts, the man soon found the most opportune time, which followed Its too.. quiet for me. He snickered only momentarily.

“If only you knew..” He grew silent.

Tossing a hint into the mysterious cycle of occurrences that had passed over their congregation until this moment, Ichiro stayed mute. Viktor purposely keeping his puppet hushed, while concomitantly drawing in Blache with notions that would only intrigue the most curious of the bunch. Curiosity was one of the most important traits any scientist held, and if she took the bait, and inquired as to what the man meant, he could comply. Simply put, he was gauging her ability to be inquisitive.

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In darkness, my eyes could just about pick up the fact that his lips had moved, as my eyes also tuned in to something, but it was barely audible as the thunder roared in the distance, drawing my attention temporarily away from the room itself and elsewhere; Wherever the oncoming storm was- Whether or not it was just my need to do something reckless and adrenaline-fuelling, a small part of me would have loved to be out there but then again I had to remind myself that running out in the rain in such clothing would only result in me getting a cold- And although my abilities were advanced enough to cure colds in seconds, I didn’t really want to have to pick up such an illness. That and at the moment, despite the fact that the atmosphere of the house itself was a bit strange, I’d have much rather just stay inside even though the owner of the house was quite curious in both appearance and the way that he spoke- He was almost lifeless; pale, expressionless (Or, at least I had only seen him show signs of human expression enough times to count it on one hand) and the strange matter of him having not changed his clothes before going to bed. It was enough to fuel horror stories that you would probably tell children in the dead of night- But I wasn’t scared. I’m never scared.

“If only you kne-”
”-Knew what?”

My words sharp and heavily unexpected as I hadn’t even let him finish what he was saying, it was only automatic for me to react in such a way- I had spoken of this land as if it was mundane- Somewhere silent where you could probably retire after reaching a good age. His response had challenged that, surely suggesting the fact that there was either much more to be seen around here and that there were actually a lot of things to do, or there was something strange up in this place; A ghost story, a large animal that stalked the area at night, or perhaps a murderer who roamed the plains of Kami no Shima? My mind instantly flooded with ideas, a few of them quite outlandish but as I wasn’t wary of what made this land interesting or what he thought of the place, I couldn’t get a clear idea of the place. I was ready to wait however as the idea of there being something that I could go look for tomorrow once the sun rose satiated my need to explore and learn- However would he allow me to feast on the information that he was hopefully going to give me? Playing the innocent blonde at the moment, I as in me, had already begun to seep through this guise as malevolent words danced on my tongue, urging me to release them.

But I didn’t.

No chains bound me to this place tonight; I had knowingly stepped in to this home and now I was faced with quite a strange predicament- The mere description of it as it reeled through my head suggested that something wasn’t right. He lived alone- Correct? There was surely no-one else in the house at the moment and by the way that he was acting, silent and odd, he had to be something strange- A paedophile? A male on the edge of society? I couldn’t tell- But I had to. My eyes still piercing his own, with such beautiful blue orbs you would assume that they would glow somewhat in the darkness that enveloped the both of us; And that notion was correct to some degrees. As the moonlight from the windows poured down on my toned body, my eyes caught this light as they now stared intently in to what I could make of Ichiro’s; Black and dull, it was another factor which made me rethink the whole situation that I was in- I felt like someone in a book; A fair maiden- Not to say that I wasn’t a fair maiden, but I had said enough curses to put a fucking sailor to shame. No-one messed with me and got away with it.

”What exactly is so interesting about this place that made you counter my opinion?” I’d ask, drawing him in once more with my tastefully chosen words; Exotic would be an understatement as I lay on the bed in little clothing; From my appearance right now I was sure that I looked like a slut, but damn- Should I be judged as one, I was surely the finest one out there, no questions asked. However although my appearance gave this idea, what struck people was the mind behind it all- A large chest didn’t shackle my mind to a life of pink and glitter- With a keen and sharp mind I used my appearance to my advantage and I knew how to do this effectively. But by now he would have surely learned that I wasn’t simply a pretty face- I was intelligent, too. I had taken his last words well and I chose to question it; It’s not as if I didn’t want to know the answer to it, wasn’t it? Flicking my blonde hair to the left a little bit, I’d keep my eye contact active with him as I awaited his response to my question. I demanded an answer.

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(“Yes…Feed your curiosity.”)

Just as easily as she entered into his dominion hours prior, she was steadily falling into his trap. A black Widow’s webs ensnaring the young woman in a sultry, inexorable faith. Almost assuming in a sense, Viktor found this realization all the more enticing upon her facial expression when he hinted to things out of the norm. She was one of those types—the type that cared little for normality and simply sought only the advance of her own self. Needless to say, this was more than enough to draw a parallel with his own life’s story. Would this mean that he’d simply divulge his secrets to a woman he barely knew? No, obviously not, she hadn’t proven her worth to give her ears the honor of hearing the world’s most intellectual man’s upbringing.

She did however earn the right to possibly hear it, in the future of course. Never tell too much on the first date—it could easily push the young woman away. She didn’t seem like the type that grew terrified in the face of calamity, nor whimper away at the thought of human destruction and progression. No, she gave off quite the opposite. Had she taken life before, or maybe she motioned to preserve it? All was too vague at the moment and while pushing the notion of tête-à-tête seemed the most intelligent route, there was always the matter of answering her question—no, her demand. Vehemently elegant; yes, that was what the Doktor would for now on refer to her as.

Normally, such impertinence wouldn’t be tolerated, and it was people like her who typically became next on his ‘to do’ list. Sexually, not so much but experimentally, definitely. Nevertheless, her façade—this veil she held so adeptly and most likely deceived many with was just another obstacle Viktor had bypassed. Be it his myriad years of placing up the same shroud to better mask his true intentions, or simply dealing with others like her was still disclosed. Blanche however wouldn’t be able to seduce her way into his mind—he was much more complex than anyone else she had previously dealt with; that would become evident.

“Take off your top.” He demanded.

From the other side of the mirror, a hellish laughter would chime through the deep sett of the grand cavern he used as his laboratory. Viktor seemingly assumed with this strange brand of humor he manifested with his last statement. Leaving a moment, or two, or three to simply see if she’d actually do it without question to further uphold her guise of that seductive temptress, he would motion into dialect regardless of her action, or lack thereof. “I was kidding….” Ichiro’s words echoing also mutely as his serious demeanor returned once more. She wanted an answer, and thus he would give her one, albeit more of a hint then what she most likely expected.

“The Earth is a powerful instrument…. It hides me. Yet I’m seemingly in the open where what hides me is cherished the most.”