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The denizens of Spades were a plague that he had grown weary of looking at. Silently watching every ministration from the shadows, he quietly muttered a breath of thanks when the patron from Kouketsu's private quarters appeared before him. Nodding slightly, he began to amble forward as she moved to show him the way.

The stairway creaked beneath his footing as he made his way past even more of Kouketsu's "employees", the smell of sex and liquor wafting until permeating throughout his nostrils. Moans and grunts accompanied the sexual aroma - With headboards knocking and bedsprings giving way to rough intercourse, it was safe to say that business was "booming"...no pun intended. The Jounin ignored the seductive eyes of the whores that he would pass on his way up the stairs. Letting his digits fall away from the handle of his blade, he had finally reached the edifice upon which Uchiha Kouketsu stood.



There was nothing to seperate him from his destination. The young woman had now retreated into the darkness, leaving him to introduce himself to his kin all by his lonesome. And so, for the first time in years..

Uchiha Atsuhiro and Uchiha Kouketsu were in the same room.

The darkened indigo of Atsuhiro's eyes took in every feature of his brother, almost instantly noting everything that had changed about him. No longer did he hold that youthful innocence. No...this Kouketsu was much more refined, but in a way that spoke of experience and apathy. The latter was common between the two. If their eyes told tales, then it was rare that they would speak of emotion. Only death and bloodshed welcomed those who were in this family. Such a shame, really..



Atsu's cadence stopped when he stood a generous distance from his sibling, narrowed eyes staring directly into his brother's with that usual look of silent admiration. "Well, well...immune to explosions and traitors, I see. It's been too long, Kouketsu...where has the time gone?"

His words, laced with curiosity, were all too familiar. Between the two of them, Kouketsu was a ghost. There was a certain grandeur when Kiri carried his name. But for this legendary status, there was a price - Atsuhiro almost never saw him. If not for the battlefield, then what would have become of their brotherhood? Slain shinobi and the philosophy of survival and success kept them together. But after all this time...

Had it been enough? Did Kouketsu even remember what Kiri had done to them? If he didn't, then the Jounin would surely remind him. After all, it was their own government that had caused them such pain and suffering. Only time, and Kouketsu's knowledge, would put the young Uchiha's mind to rest.

His eyes slid toward the female that occupied a chair not far away, his eyebrows furrowing to a slight degree. Saying nothing, those piercing orbs alone should have been enough for her to realize that he had acknowledged her existence. But just as soon as he had done so, he had but moments later discarded it.

Battle Moderator Atsuhiro, reporting for duty.



As Jae so thoroughly pointed out (And I believe that it's safe to say you validated it with your OOC comment), you dodged the apple. That alone is enough to give him the advantage with the Replacement Jutsu that he had performed. Couple your exploding tag with the plume of smoke produced from his Kawarimi, and there's no way that you could tell that he was attempting to attack you....let alone that he had escaped the explosion altogether.

You didn't cover all your bases, and you didn't move once you detonated the tag. With Jae's technique already prepared and seizing its hold on areas of you, let alone parts that would both paralyze and blind you (preventing escape or movement), you would succumb to his technique.

Verdict!![/i]

The Chakra No Mesu technique that Jae performed would connect, leaving you at the mercy of his medical abilities. The Replacement Jutsu was a quick one, and by the time you were able to see that he hadn't been caught in it? It would be well too late.

The scarlet-eyed shinobi had long since felt her body go lax in his grasp as he took her captive. The captor satisfied with her subdued state, it would be that much more easier to understand the first impression he'd gathered. With no particular intention of doing much else after he'd taken her "hostage", the Jounin would simply wait. And purposefully so.

He gave no attention to the vulgarity of her words - Atsuhiro had heard it all before. If not from those who despised the Uchiha clan, then most definitely from those whose lives he was taking with little to nothing else to shout or bellow before the cold embrace of death overcame them. Even as she began to form her own form of offense, he was well aware of the chakra that had begun pooling around her appendage. No longer did the softness of her skin captivate his hands. No...there was something more sinister than that birthing itself from within her. The sudden power surge was altogether visually and mentally digested thanks to his Kekkai Genkai. He could react well before she had the opportunity to fully commit to her strike.



Flowing in a fashion comparable to the ebb and flow of the most graceful waters, Atsuhiro's body released her with a brusque transition in his head's positioning. Her fist would harmlessly reach the end of its trajectory past his shoulder, allowing him to circle her curvaceous frame in but a moment's notice. The speed at which he had done so was almost akin to stealth, his footsteps nearly inaudible as he arrived meters behind her. His countenance, still as apathetic as before, now fixated slated orbs upon the new patron that had joined them shortly thereafter.

"Forgive me, Zammy."

The very simplicity of his words was an attempt to diffuse the skirmish. There was still the matter of Kouketsu at hand, and every second that was lost to him was regretfully desired afterward. There were no smart remarks or witty comments to be had. No...Uchiha Atsuhiro was well beyond such things. At least, until the moment called for his amusement. The blood red of his eyes retreated as the second shinobi's headband was within his sight. He could easily discern the features of the male's Kekkai Genkai - Though he was not fully capable of comprehension, the chakra that laced his ocular tenketsu gave testament to his potential. Anotsu would watch with uninterested awareneness.

The Jounin's arms had found rest at his sides. Once the deep blue of his occuli had been restored, he would address the Chuunin.



Anotsu's barely visible grin was long gone, replaced with a voice (and expression) much more commanding. The village must have been in dire need, leaving such a pair to wander as they so pleased. But more befitting of his character, the Uchiha would let the ordeal go.

"Spare me the facade. What are you doing out here?"

LOL.

What a beautiful first post. I'll be happy to choose the Mizukage!

/Axceligan'd

A fool, she said.

Parallel to his external appearance, amusement began to trickle down his cognizance like the gentle fall of rain after the storm had subsided. But for this vixen, it was only just beginning.

He listened to her words of negativity, the assumption of him being a simple creature causing no particular disturbance in his piercing gaze. It was as if her words had bounced harmlessly off of his chest and into the nothingness below. She was ignorant of the turmoil that twisted the Uchiha's emotional state. Kouketsu was still at the forefront of his priorities - and in his eyes, she was about as convenient as a restaurant on his way to the battlefield. But he supposed that even a bump in the road could have a few moments of importance.



Atsuhiro said nothing as she approached with her mixture of seduction and mockery, the two coalesced into such perfect harmony that he found it hard to believe that she was innocent at this charade. He admired her puppetry. Even without chakra strings, she manipulated the air and gave her presence a demanding aura. Far be it from him to take anything away from her skill, he would bless her with one of his own...and it was in that realization when she extended her hand that Anotsu would introduce her to the opposite of his supposed simplicity.

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Simultaneous to his hand reaching her own, the once brilliant indigo of his occuli had faded. In its place, crimson began to soak his orbs. Spilling forth as if an open wound under water, the tomoe would only show themselves after he'd descended into the madness of his Kekkai Genkai's abilities. Every movement became a book. Every breath became a deep sigh. And as such, he would impose a lesson well learned onto his newfound acquaintance.



Utilizing their proximity, he quickly whipped the woman around by her appendage. Both arms seized her, her tresses thrown unkempt over his shoulder as he held her close. His grip was absolute, and yet persuading - perfect health was hers to maintain, so long as she was forthcoming with her next set of words and actions. His leg hooked about her own so as to prevent mobility. His arm restricted her wrist, using her own forearm as a bind of sorts and pressing it to her neck. Any movement she made, he would be well aware of. Her back pressed to his chest, the slightest of glints presented themselves betwixt his nimble digits.



"Intimidation and threats are for those that are fond of indirect approach. I, however, am one of up close and personal notion. For one so sure of the situation, you provided an opportunity that your words were so successfully working to prevent."

Taking but few moments to survey his surroundings with the security of her body in place, the Sharingan would also reveal to him another chakra signature nearby. Perhaps the lone figure in the distance perceived the element of surprise to be his. The Sharingan, most definitely a testament to such things being untrue, would show that it was he who had that card in his hand....and Zammy's life as an added bonus.

He used his peripheral vision to keep them both in sight. Soon enough, she would be released from captivity. His point was proven. And if nothing else? She would have something to remember him by.

The luminosity of the night was more than captivating. The emerald blades below had now fallen into a gentle sway back and forth, carried into their dance by the influence of the subtle winds that swept its uneven edifice. The sound of crickets was lowered to a dull roar - only the steady cadence of footsteps were audible if one listened close enough. The flora and fauna were not alone on this night. Uchiha Atsuhiro sped forward through the forestry, arriving at its edge and birthing himself into a new scenery. And what a sight it was to behold.

Even in the darkened hours, Mist's landscape was no less unsettling than it was when the sun shone brightly across its expanse. Its legacy, in pieces. Its buildings, in shambles. Its history, buried. The Jounin had left all of his questions behind, images of Kouketsu flashing briefly for every step that he took. His legs carried him with graceful speed toward the last known trail of the Mizukage...but somewhere along the way, a silhouette caught his attention and held it. No more a believer in fate than the next man, Anotsu could only ease his pace as the figure of a woman stood upon a higher place than he.

He could not truly make out her countenance, but that was not the most pressing matter. Much to the dismay of his apathy, she appeared to be at that fork of life and death that so many tampered with on a daily basis. Rather than leave the "suicidal" to die, he would at least spare a life and see to it that Mizu No Kuni was not the resting place of a soul gone helpless. Atsuhiro leapt forth and landed almost silently meters away, close enough for her to hear his voice...far enough not to startle her.