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The moonlight was exotic, dancing feverishly within the girl's amber optics and sparking a brilliant golden fire within them. These eyes belonged to Zamarron, a dangerous persona, as well as a name that reeked of lust. They looked out over the arrangement of ruined buildings from upon a nearby rooftop, observing the quiet night in all it's wicked splendor.

Whoever is going to rebuild those, they'll need a method of clearing the ruins, first...

And it was true. But then again, how exactly was she going to go about doing that? Why, with her monstrous strength of course. All medics possessed it. It was only the few talented enough that could properly wield it. The vixen shut her eyes, focusing on her chakra flow. Her mind's eye was darkness, shrouded in nothing but thought and concentration.

Focus... she thought. Compress the chakra into your right leg...

And so the siren stood there on the ledge, the energy surging through her as she attempted to attain control of it, seemingly contemplating as if to cast her body off the ledge's six story altitude. To any onlooker, it would probably look as if she were suicidal...

Zamarron winced as Zibishi introduced himself to Kiku.

Is he always so damn... friendly?

They continued on, Zamarron still leading the pursuit of their host while her subordinate proceeded to have a conversation with the man. Ugh... perhaps, she simply wasn't blessed with the personality for these kinds of missions. Her Kage, an old friend, should know her better, shouldn't he? Yet he had given her direct orders to- to socialize. She contemplated letting Zibishi take control of things... but only for a moment. Then she remembered who she was; she wasn't about to give up her place of power over the boy.

Three women burst through the doors then, each balancing trays of food on each hand. Zamarron frowned; calories. Hopefully she wouldn't be invited to eat. Kiku took a seat at the head of the table- another sign of power- but Zamarron remained standing. No one had invited her to sit, and she had grown up within painfully strict walls. She shot Zibishi yet another glare as to follow her lead.

Their attention was soon directed to the mural, of course by Kiku, who went on into a short lecture of it's history. The musician looked over, taking advantage of the oppurtunity to appreciate the work of art. Whoever painted it had not only definately known what they had been doing, what with the technical aspects of it, but they had also felt what they had been painting. The woman could tell, in the richly colored swirls and the way the texture went from silky to rough. It was hate, it was pure joy- Zamarron briefly wondered if the painter had been bipolar. It didn't matter though; the mural made her feel, as Art always did. She genuinely wondered who this great artist was, but not only could she not read the small signature from so far away, she didn't dare to bring up such a subject on a matter of business.

The vixen's gaze focused back on Kiku, and her mouth almost dropped wide open. He was giving Zibishi a note- a note for the Mizukage! Rage bubbled up inside her, and she could feel her face turn scarlet. As Zibishi accepted the request, she wanted to scream. Her fists began shaking, however slight. But then, and idea hit her, and she calmed down. The mental note was taken, and was to be played out in the future once she and Zibishi had left.

Then the doors opened yet again, and in came several gaurds, followed by the Daimyou himself. Excitement swept up Zamarron's spine; this was it. Utilizing her acting skills, she put on her sweetest smile, even through his unpleasant emphasis on the word shinobi. She noticed his eyes were slightly crimson and his face a tad flushed. It was obvious he was a bit intoxicated. But this was good news to Zamarron, for obviously this great man loved women, with so many milling about the place doing nothing but looking pretty, of course for his pleasure, or so Zamarron assumed. Yet she wasn't sure he would be a fan of the brilliant dark beauty she possessed; the other women were a lot brighter...

After the Daimyou addressed the two ninja, it was the kunoichi who would speak first.

"To start," she said. "I am Zamarron, and this is Zibishi." She gestured towards the boy. "We are pleased to make your acquaintance. But we want nothing. It is what we need. As you well know, our village is in need of... assistance."

She refused the urge to look at the floor, hating the notion of her great Kage- and dear friend- having to ask such a man for help. Yet she continued on.

"So, I implore you... that of a man of such great power and high status, that you please aid us."

Her eyes sparkled brilliantly at that moment, adding to her charm; a trick she had learned from her mother. Would her beauty encourage the Daimyou to do as she so kindly asked, or would it be deemed void?

"Greetings, shinobi of Kirigakure."

The door opened to a pleasant tone, but a skeptical countenance. Was this man wary of kunoichi, like herself? The girl could only imagine why, for those without the upbringing of the shinobi lifestyle tended to be hostile towards it. Her thoughts were interrupted as the man moved aside to allow them entrance, and Zamarron stepped inside, following him in his wake rather closely as to analyze his movements. They were purposeful, dominant even, as if to suggest he held a place of power within this house. Certainly he couldn't be the Daimyou, himself?

To her dissapointment the man formally introduced himself to her and her subordinate as Kawatsuchi Kiku, no doubt his proper name. Promptly afterwards he proceeded to further invite them into the dining hall. Zamarron rejected the urge to gag- they weren't expected to sit over a meal with their mission's subject, were they? The thought was filled with an irritation too intense for words. Nevertheless, she followed the man through a labrynth of a residence, and all the while the vixen kept quiet. Albeit a rude gesture, she was never one for small talk, and if this man wasn't the Daimyou, there was no need for conversation.

The dining hall was massive, and decadent; chandeliers scintillated brilliantly as if stars against a night sky, and the table was rather sizeable, able to seat at least thirty guests. A painting drew her eye against the far wall, as art always did, for it was the only thing able to capture the dark witch's heart. But rather than analyzing it to fully appreciate it's beauty, Zamarron continued to observe her surroundings. Three women smiled at them vividly, suggesting bright personalities but dull wits. The chuunin narrowed her eyes. She didn't mind in the slightest the women who put their bodies to use, but she loathed the ones who ignored the potentials of their minds. People thought she was the definition of skank; at least she had a fucking brain.

But then her heart swelled; a piano was present. Suddenly the urge to run and spoil her fingers over the black and white keys surged through her- yet she kept still, intent on ignoring her gift in such a beautiful musical art. The Daimyou should be on his way, anyway.

To confirm her suspicion: "The Daimyou will be arriving shortly. Is there anything I can help you with?" Kiku inquired.

Zamarron shot Zibishi a quick look, before looking back to Kiku. "No, thank you," she replied simply. Nothing more was said.

Those bastards...

While the war had left her village literally in shambles, it had almost ignored the capitol completely. Only a few buildings were damaged, and only to a minimal degree. Zamarron narrowed her eyes, thinking back to the destruction of her home. The Daimyou had been untouched during the war; what tricks up his sleeve had he executed to ensure such safety? Already the girl was suspicious of the great man.

Her hostility was reflected in her purposeful, powerful strides, and she quickened her pace as her suspect grew nearer. The people of the capitol, working ever deligently on their days tasks, looked up from their work to stare at the passing beauty. Yet the chuunin ignored them, used to the attention. No words would be uttered to her subordinate on their journey from the village to the capitol until now.

"So, Zibishi... you got a last name?" she asked, genuinely curious to know what it was.