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As Korenth walked through the forest he was cautious of where he stepped to avoid scuffing or dirtying his dress shoes in the forest. Admittedly a forest wasn't the place for dress shoes, but he was already committed to the style for the day and resolved to clean them if they were messy when he returned home. With every careful step he took his eyes darted about the ground watching not only for the next carefully taken step but any sign of disturbance in the off road paths. There were a few marks, but easily dismissed as animals that had passed through certain clearings recently and were likely still in the area from the sounds of the occasional foliage disturbed in the area.

They soon reached the mid point of the patrol and Korenth came to a stop respectfully turning about as Suzuka inspected the area. She was thorough. She was professional. Korenth couldn't help but smile with appreciation for her talent and her eye for detail as she went about her work. "Are we related or something?" He mused as she worked, this thought distracting him from the mild ticking in the back of his head, "I mean, we have the same hair and habits when it comes to work it seems. Admittedly you don't move quite as slow as me when it comes to work," he admitted pulling lightly on his bow string to entertain himself. "But, you seem to be quite thorough in your work."

Yep. Typical. The patrol had neglected their duties entirely which meant that now they would have to be certain in their own check of the area. A lot of walking about and checking of the most minor disturbances along the paths, which could take far too much time. More importantly, that much walking about and bending over was likely to get his shoes scuffed. This would not do. "Ma'am?" Korenth began meekly, "Do you mind if I offer an alternative? If you're willing to stay by me and protect me for a while, I can inspect both directions."

Kikaichuu. Dozens became hundreds and soon thousands! Just about two thousand all and all swarmed out slowly from the man's dress clothes and even from behind his dark glasses crawling out from his eye sockets. They took flight to the air above them in the trees hovering as a black mass, twisting and churning at their own leisure waiting. "But of course, that's up to you. I can divide them into two groups and send them out scouting for anything out of the ordinary." He pursed his lips to the side of the mouth in consideration, "But, then I'm nearly defenseless until they come back. It's your call really, but I thought I would present the option for your consideration. Orders?"

Korenth's eyebrow crooked up in confusion for a moment. If he hadn't been mistaken, she paid him a compliment of sorts. That didn't happen. People hated Korenth, much less liked him enough to give him a compliment. "That's fine of course. I'm in no rush to go find a couple dead bodies and have to drag their stinking corpses back to the village." Korenth didn't think very much of most shinobi and seemed to jump to worst case scenarios with ease. Ninjas late? Well then, they were probably already dead or well on their way with a streak of torture.

As they waited Suzuka went into a brief explanation of her own skills and abilities. Korenth nodded understandably to it all but raised his eyebrows impressed by her elemental affinities. He himself had went through the trouble of learning his chakra nature was katon, only to not learn how to use it for fear of harming his kikaichuu. Before Korenth could make any comments about his thoughts on her abilities, she announced the return of the missing patrol. They strolled smugly back towards the gates but if not for Suzuka's comment Korenth would have been ignorant to their true motives.

The devil's smile broadened his features and a small scattering of twenty bugs crawled out onto the ground. "Don't worry about it, I think they'll regret it later on. Besides, we need to go out on patrol now ourselves and do the job they've neglected. We don't exactly have the time to teach them a valuable lesson." Carefully notching an arrow to the bow, Korenth started out going the opposite way of the returning patrol and setting out on the road. As the couple passed though, the twenty bugs split into two groups of ten and each group climbed into one of the couple's pants to pose as unwanted pests on their genitalia. Korenth's smile broadened even more somehow. His only regret was not being able to witness their reactions first hand.

Korenth was up to the usual sort of mission he was well equipped and talented for. Scouting. It was boring to some for a lack of action and activity, but to a man with Korenth's condition it was art. Making use of his OCD, Korenth had show some skill with making sure no leaf was unturned and no trace of his actions and movement were left behind. Of course it also didn't hurt to have a plentiful supply of kikaichuu to micromanage tasks that required a delicate touch.

The only thing that was somewhat skewed from the normal day to day routine, was the addition of a partner in today's work. Korenth had frowned at the prospect of another shinobi to work with, he didn't have the best of social etiquette. In fact, he was fairly certain that every word that left his lips exponentially increased his chances of making an enemy out of a complete stranger. With this ludicrous theory in mind, he resolved that today he would talk as little as possible and make nice with whomever his partner may be.

"Well, at least it's a beautiful day for a walk." He reasoned as he set out across the village from his house. He wore his dark round glasses as expected of Aburame shinobi, a light brown suit that suited him quite well, and a pair of beaten up worn sneakers that redeemed the casual look of his outfit. In his left hand he carried his trusted and highly polished long bow. Up his sleeve? A butterfly knife he had taken to playing with when there was nothing left to clean.

Soon he was drawing close to the gates and spied a woman waiting, most likely for him. It was unfortunate but it would take Korenth two minutes to cross a distance that would've taken an average man walking thirty seconds at best. For with every step he took he was careful now to avoid the crack and lines in the road that had turned into something of a busy road with cracks and wear lining its surface. As he moved slowly, he would catch the woman's eye by waving his hand meekly and flashing a brief smile.

After the wait for him to finally get out of the village through the gates he would turn to face her reaching up with one hand to adjust his glasses as he spoke. "Aburame Korenth, Genin. I assume you're who I'll be out on patrol with today madam?"

The three nuisances ran out the nearest exit, less than five meters away grabbing and wiping at their faces in some sort of blind panic. Korenth himself chuckled quietly to himself before tipping the bottle of Sake back and taking a long pull from the bottle. Upon setting it back down he noticed a smoldering cigar that one of the 'gentleman' had left at the table during their flight. "What is the huge attraction to such a disgusting habit anyway?" With that, Korenth pulled his fist knife out quietly and sliced the end off where the gentleman's mouth had clearly been. He took a meager pull and blew a small plume away into the air. It was bitter, but it wasn't as stale as the second hand smoke he had been used to.

Sitting in his corner at a now separated table he puffed casually on the cigar slowly getting over the disgusting sensation and trying to appreciate what others saw in it. He turned to look about the joyous event back to their guest of honor only to see him and a lady friend weaving through the room to a more private location. Ashura was left behind alone and definitely seemed to lack something to do for the moment. At the same time though a mass of black bugs began to form on the table before Korenth, who instructed them casually without turning his gaze.

"You lot know better than to behave like this. You've gone and crawled all about their faces and then the ground and when you come back what do you do? Climb up onto the table, tracking all that filth that's accumulated from all those nasty places all over where I'm going to eat? Go clean yourselves up... and get me another bottle, would you mates?"

With that Korenth rose from his chair stepping back away from the table as if it was truly contaminated. Then he too wound through the crowd before casually walking up to Ashura. Naturally this wasn't something he did due to his less than hospitable charm, but the sake was indeed flowing tonight. Once he caught his superiors eye he gave a rather informal bow without lowering his head.

"Ashura sir, I must apologize for my forwardness and blunt attitude. My name is Aburame Korenth and my table is no longer a... sanitary place for me at this point in time and I have no friends to talk to here. Incidentally, I noticed you have a pair of brilliant hands as well as some free time on them. This is rather abrupt and strange question but are the rumors true that you play guitar beautifully?"

It was too late for Korenth. Socialization was upon him, and he brooded darkly about this while pouring sake into his mouth, swallowing whole the blissful state of intoxication. Two men and a woman had sat down at his table and the two fellows were clearly interested in the girl. This wouldn't have been too terribly bad if not for the it combining with their effects of the drink and their clearly competitive nature. A sharp elbow to the ribs caused the Aburame to sputter sake onto the table, which he began to thoroughly wipe clean.

"Relax guy, it's a party. The help will come around and clean that up in a bit, it's not like it can't sit there for a few minutes. Just kick back and have fun would you?!" The man shouted into Korenth's exposed ear drum before elbowing his other friend in the ribs as he had done to Korenth. Once the second man's attention was gained the first continued, "What's with the glasses anyway? Too bright in here for you? HAHAHAHA!" The laughter from the table carried loudly and Korenth's attempt at patience was not going as well as he would have hoped.

He adjusted his glasses delicately making them symmetrical across the bridge of his nose and slowly turned to face his attackers. "Actually," his voice was calm and even as he began, "I'm wearing glasses because I don't care to be distracted by the jumbled collaborations of flesh that most of you people claim to be faces." He took another pull from the sake bottle after wiping off the mouth of the bottle. "Specifically when I'm drinking, I don't wanna make myself sick," he added as the thought just occurred to him.

He turned his attention back to the table wiping up the mess they had collectively caused. The woman spoke up, "It's too late. You're already sick in the head aren't you, Korenth?" Korenth's hands froze, and he looked across the table at her. "Oh I remember you perfectly well though you won't remember me. Small kid in the academy, kept to himself to avoid attention and lashed out at anyone daring to talk to you. All because little old ninja boy was scared he was so different." The men to her left sitting between her and Korenth began grinning with amusement. They were drunk enough to not follow the exact meaning of her words, but sober enough to understand a good telling off. "You were right though weren't you? Even if people do get a chance to know you, all they'll find is and obsessive freak!"

The two men howled with laughter and the woman tipped her glass back downing her own drink with impressive speed. A celebratory drink? That was what Korenth had ended on. This would not stand. "You know, I'm actually cleaning this up because I don't want bugs crawling all over the table and I don't think anyone else here does either." The three were now laughing together drowning out his words, but he carried on. "They love sake you know, crave it some say. Here... let me show you."

A wicked grin revealed the evil that stemmed from the mild mannered youth's core. While they were distracted with their laughter the shinobi rose to his feet reaching over the table to collect their drinks. At the same time Kikaichuu sprawled out of his legs onto the floor massing just under the table. He casually threw one drink in each of their faces at a time to relish in the faces they made. Each of the three went through the same stages of progression. First of course there was shock, then there was anger, and finally there were bugs. It was of course impossible to determine the true emotions felt in the final stage, as a mask of bugs makes a rather skewed likeness of their features.