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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 13, 2007 22:04:37 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ] ---» It was always so boring, on her days off. Why? Because on her days off, everyone was working. Keigo and Renji were with their father on a mission. Zaraki was on his own top-secret-mission that was probably just sitting in a bar and getting pxssed off of his face. Even Kajaal was busy with his ANBU squad. Sure, he was a Captain - but heck, did the man ever take a day off? He was going to kill himself through work over load. Kiore winced at this thought, though, because that was very likely - though it wouldn't be Kajaal killing himself, but an enemy. That was the problem with being a ninja. Among many others, she thought with a dry laugh. Shaking her head with a smirk, she figured that it mustn't be that bad if she was still a ninja. Then again, she snickered and decided to drop it. Nevertheless, she huffed, I must find something to do. Because training and annoying Kisuke could only amuse her for so long. And, Kisuke probably wasn't prepared to be anywhere near his niece, considering the recent happenings in the Urahara Clan. Kaien had to chose a heir. And the elders had flatly refused when he suggested Kajaal. Nii-sama would be the most awesome-est for the position, Kiore huffed, still annoyed when she had had to be woken up at seven am in the morning and grudgingly attend the meeting. Because even though she wasn't exactly a cooperative member of the clan, she was still Kaien and Inoue's daughter - and she felt that it was her duty to be there for Kajaal. Even though he would have been absolutely fine on his own. He just had to stand there and stare at the elders while they told him everything he already knew.
---» Still, everyone had been pretty surprised when they said no. Kajaal having been one of their most successful ninja since Kenpachi Urahara, Kajaal's grandfather. Kajaal had been indifferent and frankly didn't care - he had a stack load of paper work and reports to do, and then he had to look over new missions. Kiore was only annoyed, and didn't stop herself from shouting "you've all got serious cases of 'stick up my a**'-itus, I recommend seeing a medic about it," and promptly storming out with a smirking Kajaal soon following. He still found her outbursts quite amusing, even after all of the ones he'd seen, heard, witnessed and felt. The problem of who was going to become the next Head of the Urahara Clan still remained, however, and Kiore and Kajaal were aware that their parents were definitely going to continue with prompting the elders to accept Kajaal. Because considering six of their generations had been the Head's of the Clan, they didn't want to break it. Kiore could only wish them the worst, though, because they were only doing it for themselves. Really, they shouldn't have even been allowed to be parents, she frowned. Shrugging off the thoughts that she knew would just anger her, Kiore changed the subject.
---» Dawdling down the streets of Konoha, Kiore was dressed in her normal attire, though she wore a black jacket over it. The day was average, to her, and the atmosphere was slightly busy. Overall everything was still boring to her, and that wasn't good. I wonder if Kisuke-sama would mind... she grinned sheepishly, her uncle was always amusing - and his stories were actually quite exciting, no matter if they were a load of bullsh*t - and he was always a challenge in a lot of areas. Better not, she sighed, he's got a temper when he wants to have one. And she would absolutely hate to be on the receiving end of it. He was as bad as her, in a sense. Something else caught her attention, however. The purple hair of a small figure in the distance, talking to a man behind a market stall, with a infant in her hip that had the same hair as herself. "Rukia-dono!" She chimed excitedly, rushing over to the woman before she lost sight of her. The woman turned around with her brow raised, and upon realizing who it was she smiled warmly. "Kio, what are you up to, dear?" She asked casually, shifting the child to her other hip. "Absolutely nothing," Kiore pouted, and reached out to tug a strand of the boys hair. His mother chuckled, "I take it you haven't seen my husband about, then?" Kiore gave her an all knowing look and smirked, "Zaraki-sensei is on a 'top-secret-very-important' mission, or so he says."
---» "Surprise, surprise," Rukia muttered with a dry laugh, and smiled politely with a thank you at the man behind the market stall and picked up her grocery bag. "Well, I'm afraid I can't chat for long, dear - Kyo has probably caused Ayumi to have a breakdown by now..." she trailed off with a wince, "I'll see you tonight for dinner with Kajaal though, right?" She added, a hopeful smile. "Of course!" Kiore grinned, and then parted ways from her sensei's wife and her son. "Zaraki-sensei's gonna be in trouble when he gets home," she snickered, before turning her attention to something else, with a lengthy sigh..
---» Eventually, Kiore had dawdled off the streets and found a deserted area. It looked like it might have been a park, and it might have been, if not for the over grown grass, and wild foliage. Frowning, the kunoichi stepped into the area, the grass coming up to her knees. It was odd, to her, seeing a place untidy in Konoha. She always thought of it as the civilized, cleanly village - of sorts. With a drawn out sigh, Kiore walked over to a tree that looked to be older than Kisuke, himself, with an ancient swing attached to one of it's branches. She was always fond of quiet places, lately - though, she thought with a dry laugh, what place was quiet these days with her in it? Even if she wasn't always talking, her mind was. She could barely get it to stop some days. Always thinking on something utterly and entirely random that at times, really, made no sense at all. But, she supposed, that was just the way she worked. Her mind and all. Random, foolish and at times utterly insane. Vaguely, she knew deep down, that she wouldn't want it any other way. She was unique, as Kajaal always told her, and she preferred it that way. Rather then be like the rest of her dxmned Clan. Boring, emotionless and what her father called, 'true shinobi'. She quickly, however, ceased any thoughts on her father, Kaien, because that would just be too bothersome - and she really didn't feel like thinking of the man. He was too arrogant and proud for his own good, that Kiore found it sickening at times. She was so tempted, on many occasions, to simple wipe that look of smugness off of his face and bury him in a blanket of crimson - whoa, that was morbid. Kiore cringed. Don't turn out to be another Kenpachi, now, Kiore, she snickered to herself.
---» Taking a seat on the swing - ancient as it was, it supported her with a creak. Kiore sighed heavily, and slowly ran her foot back and forth in the dirt underneath it. I really should be doing something worthwhile, she huffed, looking up the sky to examine it in all of it's 'glory'. A few clouds could be seen, drifting along, but mostly it was just blue. She liked these kinds of days, having not the time to appreciate the simple moments of peace - because she was normally always on a mission, or busy biting the head off of some Urahara that dared to call Kajaal a failure. Ryoka really did pay for that comment, though. It happened but two days ago, in the middle of a busy market. He said with a smug look that, "he's the biggest failure, even more so than you," and to add to Kiore's anger, "for you were never great, and he was. Thus, him choosing you was his downfall," the anger turned to rage, "you really should have died - in that Chuunin Exam." The man didn't have a second to react, after that, before Kiore was beating the living daylights out of him with no mercy - at all. She had had to be pulled off of his limp, broken form by four jounin. Even then, she had still tried to use ninjutsu - Zaraki Abarai, her sensei, was forced to knock her out. Now, Ryoka was safe in a hospital, under guard. Unconscious, of course. Kiore had gotten over it after that, however, acting as if nothing had happened just to make sure the elders of the clan didn't put her under the watch of the fourth squad. She was unpredictable, though, one had to remember - so they were still suspicious, and made sure she was put on watch the day after. She didn't do anything then, so they deemed her safe for the rest of the time, while putting up a guard near Ryoka.
---» "And really," Kiore grinned at the thoughts, "I'm merely just Chuunin," she snickered and shook her head with a laugh. Going to such an extent was pathetic, in her eyes. The mere fact that she had been able to cause so much damage to an ANBU - Ryoka - was proof enough. Just another reason for her to dislike her Clan. Loath it, wish it bad luck, plot against it. Kiore grinned slyly, then, at the thought of actually plotting the Urahara Clan's downfall. That would be something, she thought excitedly, before something else caught her attention. It would be too troublesome, after all, to put that much effort into it. And in the end, she'd just be ruining her own name, and then she'd have to get married to change it. And the thought of marriage horrified her, because she had seen the effects it had with her parents. Besides, commitment wasn't her type of thing. She was unpredictable. She needed excitement. She couldn't stand one thing for too long, because it would become boring. Kajaal only just managed to keep her attention on the village, so that she wouldn't defect from it and effectively be stated as a missing-nin. By training her every time he could catch her, to the point of both of them needing medical attention; and managing to get the Hokage to assign Team Zaraki to missions that would be interesting. It was amusing, at best, when he would come up with excuses, and drag Kiore to the training grounds. Or even, at times, the shops because he wasn't supposed to do the grocery shopping, or shop for womens stuff. It just wasn't right for an ANBU captain, or for that matter, Kajaal Urahara.
---» Kiore watched as a chocolate colored squirrel dashed across the clearing, and disappeared into the grass that was long due for a cut. It reappeared after a moment and was heading directly for her. It stopped before it bumped into her leg, however, and look confused - it was heading for the tree, she knew. But it had been so busy with it's own thoughts that it hadn't taken any notice of her. The look it gave her amused her, and she couldn't help but giggle as she reached into her weapons pouch and rummage around in it for a few seconds, before finding what she was looking for and holding it in front of the critter. It was a cookie, yes - from her weapons pouch, at that, but Kiore had always had a 'weak spot' for cookies. The squirrel stared at her for a moment, and then the cookie in her hand, before tentatively hopping forward and nibble at it. It seemed to think it safe, so it grabbed it and scurried off and up the tree. Kiore grinned and watched it go, and then sighed as she realized it was getting late - and that she was beginning to feel hungry, herself. "Well, squirrel-san, I'll see you another day, yeah," she said, standing up from the swing without sound, as she took another look around the abandoned park. Sighing, Kiore shook her head from the thoughts that were bound to come, and walked over to the exit, the grass itching her legs. Hands shoved in the pockets of her shorts, Kiore began her grudgingly slow trek back to the streets of Konoha, and the route home. Back to the lonely little apart - though humble, and lovely - because Kajaal was always too busy with top-secret-ANBU-stuff to come home for dinner.
---» There was much less people in the market area, now, and Kiore had to wonder how long she had actually stayed back in the abandoned park - chuckling to herself that she really did have a tendency to 'run away with the fairies' as Kajaal was always happy to point out. She thought too much, that much she was aware of. Lost in her mind ramblings, Kiore unconciously began humming the tune of a random song under her breath, not paying attention to much. Is what us ninja do, bad? She asked herself, after she remembered Kajaal coming home at three am in the morning, late because he had chosen to stay behind and have a few drinks with one of the new recruits, whom had had to assassinate their first target - which was unfortunately, for them, a child whose parents had gotten onto the wrong side of business, and caught the attention of one of the Lords. To do that... Kiore sighed in frustration and shook her head. It keeps the village going, right? We're just fighting for our own sakes. She knew very well that she was lying to herself - but she couldn't bring herself not to, otherwise what then would she do? Something stupid, no doubt. She always had been too kind - that it was a wonder she ever completed the missions. Innocent, in a way, Renji had noted once a while ago. Kiore shrugged the thoughts off, and continued moving. Still, though, she didn't pay attention to where she was going.
---» "OW!" She cried, after tripping over a rock that should not have been there. Cradling her foot, as she glared at the rock - and no, she was not blushing, if people saw red on her cheeks then they were just seeing things. "Stupid rock," she huffed, calming down as she noticed the many people looking at her. "What?" She narrowed her eyes at them, a challenge. Because she was well known in these parts. Even for being a bit of a, uh, klutz. "Anyone could have tripped over that!" she huffed, in her defense. The villagers merely chuckled and went on their way, having been quite use to it. "Where's my sympathy, yeah?" she said after a moment, not bothering to stand up, because she wasn't in any rush to be anywhere but a lonely apartment and various mission reports that were supposed to have been handed in yesterday.
ooc;; open to anyone. x] seriously. anyone. please, for the love of chocolate, POSTd**nIT!
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Post by xanican on Dec 14, 2007 21:33:24 GMT -5
ooc; Kiore I dont know if i can keep up with you. Ive never seen a post quite so long. Ic;
A figure in a white robe and a anbu captains mask appeared next to the girl. He put his hand out to help her up. "Its quite sad miss that gentlemen no longer care enough to help a lady from a mere stumble." His voice was cold. It was the voice of cloud uchiha leader of the akatsuki. Cloud had a demonic look about him even though he was covered in the anbu captain suit from head to toe.
He looked up at the sky and looked down to the clumsy girl who lay before him. He had a impulse to kill her. Not yet though, not until after the new hokages death. Clouds mask hid his facial features. she would probally reconize him if he was not hiding behind the symbol of leafs anbu. The akatsuki were well known through out high ranking shinobi of leaf and every other shinobi village.
Cloud waited as he offered the girl his hand. "Miss we should hurry, its getting cold." He said with a calm voice. Who would have thought that behind that anbu mask was the worlds darkest and most demonic shinobi.
ooc; lol take it easy on me.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 14, 2007 23:21:09 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ] ---» Kiore was staring at the ground, with a distant look in her eye. Thinking of things that were altogether simply tiresome. Like what she was doing, in life. Where she was going, in it. Because this life that she had going on so far; wasn't exactly the type she had been looking for. Sure, being a shinobi held excitement - but not the type that Kiore wanted. You're being silly again, Kio, she scorned herself, shaking her head as she chuckled. She had been having random spurs of thoughts as such, throughout the week - though she was just putting them down to not having as many missions as she usually did, and resulting in her being bored. Though she was faintly aware that it was only a matter of time, now. Through Kiore's 'special-thinking-time-don't-disturb-me-rawr' time, she had failed to notice the presence behind her, until the male spoke. Referring to the matter of gentlemen - or something. "Chivalry is long dead, sir," Kiore smirked in reply, not at all liking the sound of his voice - though there were many others that she knew with a cold demeanor, his just seemed... worse. "Those rocks... are evil, yeah," she grinned sheepishly, "everyone has their moments?"
---» For a second, she thought she was simply looking into it too much, but now Kiore was sure that something was wrong. Nothing changed in her outward appearance though. Sure, the man had the correct attire and all... but she knew the ANBU captains, at least, she knew their presence - in a sense. Her brother's, and the others... were all completely different to this mans. She didn't recognize his chakra signature from anywhere in the village - and that in itself was strange. This males was... well, in short, horrible. Almost demonic, in a way. And she didn't like it. Because it was a possible threat to her, and possibly more people. d**n. Keeping her smile in place, not to come off that she knew something had changed - though her chakra signature might have sparked at the thought of danger, of course, and she could only hope that he hadn't noticed. She doubted she was of his caliber. Unless he was stupid enough to enter a village and not be of the caliber she thought. She hoped she was just wrong, in all of it, and that he was simply a new shinobi, and she just hadn't met him.
---» And then he offered his hand and she hesitated for a moment, which might have been her biggest mistake, before she softly put her own smaller hand in his and barely even used his offered help, to stand up. Brushing the dirt off of her clothes, she grinned sheepishly and thanked him, murmuring something about needing to pay more attention to reality, instead of daydreaming all of the time. This was one of those times when she actually wished that her brother would make one of those 'surprise, I'm taking you out for diner because you look troubled' times; or even Kisuke coming to scorn her for betaing the living daylights out of someone; or, heck, just anyone. You're a Urahara, if not albeit grudgingly, and you're not just any Chuunin, for crying out loud, Kiore, act like a shinobi. And if the male turned out to be a Kage-level-nin... then what? Taking the other option, Kiore kept up the ignorant demeanor and kept her cool.
---» "I'm sorry, my names Kiore. Kiore Urahara."
ooc;; i hope that was okay. x.x her being suspicious and all... but, yeah, it's her character that I've developed; and stuff. =3
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Post by xanican on Dec 15, 2007 11:24:43 GMT -5
ooc; lol most shinobi would be suspicious.
Ic: Cloud pulled up his anbu mask as she stood up. the mask now set on his head. A black half mask covered his mouth and nose. His eyes were mangeyko sharengun. He looked into hers. He was trying to manipulate her. He had done it a thousand times to those who were lower then kage rank. It never took away the free will of someone else. However it did make them trust him quite a bit. As the countless of fallen shinobi who had looked into his eyes he was hoping that she would be manipulated by this.
"Im new in leaf, im a transfer from mist village." Cloud said with a smile. His smile was visible though his mask. It seemed real regardless of the fact it was completely fake. His eyes peirced her like a cold metal blade. He seemed to be enchanting in his own way. His handsome face was his signiture mark of being t he akatsuki leader. He had not one scar, due to his demon.
Cloud looked at her and replied to her response on the ways of the leaf village men. "It seems chilvary has rather died out in this village. Its quite sad, A konichi is one of the villages greatest shinobi tools. What sort of fool would underestimate the konoichi?" Cloud said coldly. His voice seemed to have a manipulating tone. One of darkness and evil yet one of politeness. After all... He had no soul.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 16, 2007 3:06:14 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ] ---» The moment he pulled ip his ANBU mask, Kiore's first thought was to look away; but she couldn't. It was like she was being held in a trance, that his eyes were hypnotizing her. Crimson red, black pin wheels; dangerous, lethal, death. They were death and she had to get away from them. She had to get away from him. But how? She could trust him, right? He hadn't done anything... she was safe. But, no! She wasn't, because that wasn't her right thoughts. She had to run. Or fight back. Or something. She had to do something. She couldn't just stand there and let it happen. But they were oh, so inviting. Luring her in and holding her there to say that it was alright to trust him - but it wasn't! The Sharengan... infamous bloodline limit of the Uchiha Clan... Uchiha... ---» And through her inner turmoil, she only barely came to her sense and bit her lip - hard. A trail of the crimson red liquid that was blood, traveled down her chin as she shut her eyes tightly, heavily breathing. She felt cold. She felt sick. She felt angry. Angry at herself because she had let that happen. Her eyes were staring blankly at his chest, hands balled tightly into fists. No one on the street had noticed it all. No one. She felt weak, drained almost. A cold chill ran up her spine and she sucked in air through her gritted teeth, refusing to look up and back into the eyes of a demon. Because that's the only thing she could see it as. Describe him as. His chakra. His manner. His eyes. They were demonic. And what was worse, that now he would know that she knew. He would have to know, because it was so obvious. His voice that was a mix of dark, evil and yet politeness; chilled her once more when the sound of it and his words reached her ears. ---» Eyes still fixed on his chest, because she couldn't dare look anywhere else, Kiore replied, "normally arrogant males, that seem to think themselves stronger then all else," it was a weak murmur, "or some underestimate us because they are strong; and in the case of the latter..." she sighed, trailing off because she didn't want to finish that. He probably had already underestimated her and took her for a normal female chuunin, though her strength was more of a Jounin... that would give her an advantage, if he so chose to fight. But either way, his strengths were beyond hers; she didn't doubt it. If she could hold him off, and get a message to the Hokage... to Kajaal... to the Clan... to somebody, then maybe she might live to tell the tale. ---» She couldn't help but think, somewhere in the back of her mind; that yes, Kiore Urahara, you are royally fxcked. ooc;; i think i exaggerated that a bit. x.x but, ne, that's just how i've already found the sharengan to be. -sheepish grin- forgive me?
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Post by xanican on Dec 16, 2007 14:37:20 GMT -5
ooc; You are amazing at rping kiore-chan. You defently know how to get out of genjutsu. you actually did good on your sensory detail in describing the sharengun. Ic; Clouds eyes changed blue. They turned into a icy pool of cold blue water. He looked at her with a bit of a softness. His mangeyko had disappeared. "Yes many men misunderstand female shinobi. Its quite sad, perhaps I could buy you a drink." He said softly his voice was so cold, it seemed like ice against his oponents spine.
Cloud smiled politely. "I never caught you name. Mine is cloud uchiha." He said this coldly, He figured she would know him instantly. He thought her to be at least a jounin due to her chakra amount. His face was all over the bingo book of leaf. He was well known in it. He said this because he knew it would inspire fear in her.
"What is your name miss?" Cloud said politely. His voice still as cold as ever. His sword dangled off of his back. His blond hair was visable now, it shadowed his forehead and his leaf headband.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 17, 2007 2:25:49 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ]
"...and she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood... she has trouble acting normal, and she's nervous..."
---» You sound like you're an expert on us, she thought wryly, thinking better and not opening her mouth to speak the comment; because too many times, had she gotten in trouble for sarcasm. And this was not the time to be sarcastic, especially towards this male. She didn't dare move her eyes any high, keeping them locked on his chest, because she wouldn't risk being allured back into that trap of tragically beautiful intentions that were horribly dark in their own right. And she doubted that she would be able to escape from them, if she fell under them once more. She was drained enough of spiritual energy as it was. That made her nervous, too; because if this man had the ability to effect her so, then what were the chances she could keep her own against him in battle? "I'm too young, to drink," she tried to pull off a cheeky grin and a laugh to match, but it was more nervous then anything. Too young to drink? Her alter ego scoffed. It hasn't stopped you before...
---» "Why do you do this to yourself?" Kajaal sighed, wrapping his coat around his sister and taking the bottle of sake away from her. "To forget..." she murmured on a whisper, knees drawn up to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly around them. The position that stated that she was trying to fend off something, closing herself in, she was safe when she did that. Or at least, she made herself believe that. "To forget everything that I've done." Kajaal sighed, crouching down beside her, to push the stray stands of black hair from her face, and tuck them behind her ears. He didn't know what to say; because it she was too delicate to say something that he normally would. He had never understood her, in this sense. "Come on, let's get you to bed..." he smiled slightly, and picked her up.
---» She had chosen to forget, her own way. And that was that. "Kiore..." she sighed, answering his previous question, "Kiore Urahara." He might know about the Clan, they were pretty 'out there'. They had made a name for themselves. Kiore and Kajaal included. For a moment, Kiore had thought she had imagined it, regarding his name lightly and brushing it off... not thinking on it, because she was just too far away, at the moment. But then it clicked, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at his half covered face. And even though it was, half covered, she could recognize him from the bingo books. The leader of Akatsuki. Strong enough to control nine missing-nin, and probably more. Oh... god... What was she supposed to do? Running was out of the question. Fighting? Ha. Definitely not. She was just a Chuunin. Distraction, or confrontation. She had never been a fan for mind games...
---» "What do you want?" she asked softly, eyes searching the perimeter; everyone seemed to have disappeared, deteriorating into the atmosphere, back home eating dinner with their families. She wouldn't be able to summon any of the tiger-nin, he would notice. Kajaal would be on a mission, probably, and he would think her safe at home... watching television... and everyone else would think so, too. Shxt. Her previous question lingered in her mind, and she had to ask herself why she wanted to know. Of course, any ninja would ask that of an enemy-nin infiltrating their village... but she wasn't any ninja. Double shxt.
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Post by xanican on Dec 17, 2007 10:35:00 GMT -5
Cloud smiled politely. "You reconize who I am, The leader of the akatsuki. However do not worry, im not here for your life, nor for your kages. Im here for one simple reason. Im rather drawn to those with pure intentions. Its difficult to explain, but I was drawn to you. Im here to offer you a escape to all your pain, all your heartache. A soulless existence, I'm here to offer you a position in the akatsuki. If you deny it there will be consequences no doubt. Ive never lost what ive wanted, not once. The entire land of leaf will fall if it is needed to get what i desire. I desire a urahara, one who has potential. You miss kiore have great potential. I can see it. Do keep in mind if you scream ill kill you. The bingo book did not mention how powerful I truely am for few know... Ill allow you to see."
Black wings came out of his back. No one was around to see them. The akatsuki had the entire area cut off. The servents of the akatsuki were at clouds disaposile and if anyone came near they would be simply manipulated in leaving. Clouds chakra grew so powerful it was emense. His chakra alone was as strong as or stronger then the 9 tailed foxes.
"Do you understand the power you could acheive with me miss kiore." Clouds voice was demonic, His anbu mask crumbled to peices from his emense chakra, his clothes were tearing. The area around him was eroding, darkness and despair covered the air. He had the area blocked, it was just him and her.
"Do you truely think that fool naruto deserves the spot of hokage? Do you truely wish to follow a man who has no idea what he is up against? That is folly and it is leading leaf into darkness. I do not wish naruto's death, or he would be dead as of right now. He is nothing against us. Join me kiore- chan. Put your path behind you and step forward out of this folly."
Cloud reached his hand out to her. His eyes turned blue, soft and calm. The demonic chakra was cut off completely. He smiled politely.
"All your pain, everything that is going on in your life only hurts you more, your a burden upon your family, upon yourself. Come with me, I promise your pain will end. You will no longer cause them pain. Come with me kiore-chan."
Cloud said with his hand extended towards kiore. His light blond hair remained over his scared out headband. "I see the future kiore, I know leaf is going to be destroyed soon. Come with me and i promise that your family, your clan will not be hurt. If you do not I can not promise that he will not destroy them. I cant promise he wont slaughter them, using the uchiha clan. Do you understand that the fate of your family rests upon your shoulders. Kiore you have been offered ultimate power. Do you accept?"
Cloud said, his arm was extended to her. His glove that covered his hand was torn from his previous amount of chakra, it fell from his hang onto the ground exposing his akatsuki ring which rested on his left hand, his wedding ring finger.
He looked down at her a calm polite smile was on his handsome face. His eyes were cold as ever but they seemed to lure all his opponents to their graves, or to follow his intention. He was telling her the truth though. The truth must be used to drain the fight from the enemy. The truth in itself filled with 1 small detail of a lie is the deadliest form of a weapon. He continued holding his fake smile looking at her politely.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 17, 2007 20:40:55 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ]
"And she dreams of a dream that is a dream of a memory... which in itself is a memory of memories that is better left a dream..." - Kisuke Urahara.
For a while, the only thing keeping Kiore standing was will power, because collapsing into a dreamless sleep right now; sounded so tempting to her. Who would have imagined, that in the whole world of ninja, he would come after the rebellious outcast of the Urahara Clan. It wasn't right... it just wasn't right. Sure, she might have been considered powerful by the village. But she didn't think most things through, like a ninja. She hated waiting, and she hated what she did in life. Why would he want her? Potential? She scoffed at it. It wasn't enough if she didn't have the will to feed that potential, and make herself stronger. Though it had always been an option she would mull over. She didn't trust him, she couldn't. She wasn't stupid, by any means. But she knew that... this was her only chance to get what she wanted in life. To, for one fleeting moment, witness and experience a new life; to feel the rush of the kill, for once. To be... herself, without being judged. Either way, by her choice or not, she would have to join him, wouldn't she? As he said, he gets what he wants. And she couldn't put her team, Rukia, and especially not Kajaal at risk. The rest could go to Hell, they didn't give a d**n about her. To them, she was just another wayward shinobi that was different and therefore outcast. Her own parents... loathed her. Her entire Clan, wanted her dealt with. Kajaal could be persuaded to return to them and become their new leader at any time; but Kiore was in the way. Kajaal could have a normal life... he would retire from his position as ANBU captain and put his time and genius into making the Clan thrive, making it better. Perhaps he would get married, too. And find happiness that she couldn't give him.
"...and if I have to, I'll go to Hell and back to protect them... I'll die, before I see them taken down by a bxstard like you, Azulan..."
In the end... it was all she could do, to become a missing-nin, wasn't it? To save the people that she loved. But then... her team would come after her, and Kajaal would not rest until he found out the truth about her defecting from the village. Her Clan would undoubtedly take this chance to hunt her down, too. For scarring the Urahara name so - she would get her chance to pay them back for everything. Her uncle Kisuke would more then likely be proud, smug because he had trained his niece, and that with that power she had joined Akatsuki. Zaraki, Renji, Keigo, Rukia... they would understand, they would have to. If all things went wrong with Akatsuki, she had allies that were always there for her, renegades and sometimes they were still disguised in the five great nations. Neliel. Sado. Takashi. Tres. They had been there for her in the past, and they would be there for her if the time came. "I don't trust you," she murmured, daring to move her eyes up to his, crimson red glaring at striking, cold blue.
"Forgive me, Orihime-sama..."
A moment before, Kiore had taken his words that he was much more powerful then what the bingo books stated, lightly. And that was a mistake. Eyes narrowed, she sucked in breath and focused on keeping her feet. The chakra was immense... drawing everything around it in, choking the air around it. She felt like she was choking, and it was horrible. Because for a moment, the world spun, and she could have sworn she saw that blackness that came with an everlasting sleep. She didn't, however, fall into it's depths. Instead she kept her will on what she had to do - what she was going to commit to. She was going with a demon, with the leader of Akatsuki; whether or not she trusted him wasn't an issue. This was bound to have happened, anyway. Her free spirited manner, her rebellious streak, her lust for excitement; all pointed to one direction, and this was it. This was her chance. And she was making a choice and choosing.
"Renji... Keigo... Rukia-dono... forgive me."
His words repeated over and over in her mind, like some form of torture that was self inflicted. Power. What was it, truly? She had never found the answer. Whether it was physical strength, the one that he was offering; or mental, she truly did not know in her case. For a moment, as she stared into the eyes of death, Kiore could only think of that one question of power. Did she want it, either way? Did she want to be powerful? All answers that were more so musings then anything; led to yes, she wanted a taste of it. She wanted to feel for a moment, that surge of adrenaline rushing through her. And this man, that came from seemingly-fxcking-no-where was offering it to her. Though, she couldn't trust him, because she was d**n well sure that he had more intentions then what he was telling. She was sure there was something behind it all. But oddly enough, she couldn't care. Because she wanted this.
"Forgive me, Zaraki-sensei..."
"You speak of the Hokage, and the Urahara Clan, like I care for them," she spoke in a voice that was void of emotion. She had to play the part, now, didn't she? "I'll tell you now, though... I couldn't care less for them. The only people that matter are my teammates, my sensei and his family... my uncle and aunt... and my brother..." she left the words that if any harm came to them, at his doing, then even though she was definitely no match for him then; she would do everything in her power to harm his plans, whatever they may be. She would do anything to protect them, because they were the only people that had been there for her. They had believed in her. They had cared for her. They had saved her. And if she had to gain this ultimate power that he spoke of, then she would. Selfish intentions or not. Her eyes trailed down once more and fixed their cool stare on his outreached hand...
Forgive me, Kisuke-sama...
Cloud was speaking, but she couldn't hear him. Only bits of what he said was making sense, in her mind, her mind that was swarming with oh, so many things right now. And d**n, did it hurt. Lifting her hand up to wipe the blood from her chin, that she had caused earlier by biting her lip... to escape the demon that she was going to follow, now. Kiore closed her eyes and made her last and final decision. The fake smile that was on his face, frankly sickened her. With one last deep breath, she opened her eyes and met his own, extending her arm to softly - barely touching because she would rather not - put her hand in his, like the ghost of a touch. Her eyes said all that needed to be said.
"Forgive me, Nii-sama, for I have sinned."
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Post by xanican on Dec 17, 2007 21:01:51 GMT -5
Cloud drew his sword. "You have chosen well. They come now, the leaf shinobi. My men can no longer put their genjutsu upon this area. The anbu have felt my darkening chakra. We need to leave here, soon." Cloud said coldly
"I promise the safety of your clan, you need not trust me but know not one sin Ive ever comited involved lieing. For who can trust a liar, My men trust me for good reason. Lets go kiore-chan." Cloud said his hand was cold against hers. It was colder then ice though she had barely touched him.
A anbu captain appeared and was slit down with such speed it was unbelivable. The man had not a second to breath, he had not a second to live. It had appeared as though cloud had not even moved. He had cut the man down with such speed no blood came out because the insides of the man was fried from the friction of the blade. Cloud smiled coldly his mangeyko appeared in his eyes.
"Let us go kiore-chan." Cloud pulled on her arm as he walked, He held her hand because he knew she felt the demonic surge of power and the thrill from every person he slaughtered.
Countless anbu and jounin came at cloud. Cloud slashed them all down. He knew none of these were related to kiore, he was not a fool, his men had informed him all about kiore, all of her relatives and friends would be spared. Especially the one cloud considered her lover. For only a fool kills a shinobis desires. For that is what they drive off of.
cloud pulled kiore along until they had exited the village. Shinobi had stopped fighting him in fear. After all they stood no chance against him. His clothes were continueing to rip and his blade was becoming sharper by the second due to his emense amount of chakra. He had no doubt it was effecting kiore but she would live. Such a small amount of his chakra would not kill someone who has such will power as her.
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Post by Uchiha Ibiki on Dec 17, 2007 21:48:13 GMT -5
OOC: Holyyy.....dang....thats all I have to say.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 17, 2007 22:01:26 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ]
"Before it's to late... would you tell me a lie? To make all of the bad things go away... and give my life a meaning? Before... I... die..."
Kiore sighed, once she saw Cloud draw his sword, and nodded her head to signal that she had heard, and wasn't too caught up in the recent thoughts of her mind. For now, she had to push them out, and focus on the more important issues. Like getting out of Konoha, though she did not doubt that Cloud was fully apt with slaughtering the shinobi that came after them, Kiore would rather not be useless. And heck, better to start sooner then later, right? However, she could not help but wish they would just... go away. Because there was no way they would survive, given whom their opponent was. She was horribly thankful, at that moment, that Kajaal, and her team was on a mission. And also that Kisuke would not care, but be proud. And that Rukia was a healer, not a killer.
"Mm," she nodded, and followed his lead, surprised that her hand was still in his - though either way, not caring. Because in a way, it kept her going. The constant tug on it, the feel of it so cold against her own, though she barely touched him. Though, what she didn't like most about it, was that when Cloud would kill an enemy... she felt the jolt of demonic power in herself. Leaving her wanting more, in a horribly morbid way that strangely enough, didn't disgust her.
"Kiore Urahara..." she was recognized, and it was worse still, that the man whom had, was Ryu... her brothers best friend. Shxt. She chewed on her bottom lip and let go of Cloud's hand - appearing behind Ryu in an instant. "Tell Nii-sama that I'm okay, would you?" she managed a smile, and hit the pressure point on the back of his neck, effectively knocking the man out. She sighed, and discarded the others that then came after her, shouting the words 'traitor' and 'bxtch'. Kiore muttered the words, "well, jeeze, thanks," under her breath sarcastically, and rejoined Cloud once more. The gate was just up ahead.
The shinobi fighting them soon lingered in numbers, until there was no more coming after them. Kiore could only stop herself from thinking the worst, as she continued to run by Cloud's side - not at all liking the effect his chakra had on her, but her stubborn streak kept her going. "What's your plan, yeah?" she questioned, knowing that he probably didn't have to have one - but she would rather be informed of what was to come, and what she was supposedly doing and getting herself into. Not that she didn't already have an idea about it.
"And for a moment, I thought I had finally found a semblance of life... however fleeting it may have been... I lived."
ooc;; -giggles- Xan... who do you think is her lurrrver? x] 'Cause she hasn't got one... well, she doesn't like anyone in that sense. >.< And... Ibiki, what's with the 'holy dang'? xD
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Post by xanican on Dec 17, 2007 23:10:17 GMT -5
Cloud looked at her coldly, the men who had insulted her all droped dead. Cloud stopped running and began to slowly walk with her at his side out of konoha. Neither of them were wounded. Clouds darkness flowed around him now and killed one after another. He kept his blade drawn in one hand, in his other was the hand of the one he was kidnapping. He felt as though she was inocent. He knew that could change quickly. She already felt pleasure in each death. She was already becoming more and more like the man she was probally disgusted by.
20 anbu captains appeared in front of cloud. They looked at him and darkness came fowarth and took their lifes away, one by one as if they were children. Cloud payed no heed to them. He continued walking with the girls hand in his. He cared not what they thought.
"You traitor! How could you fol... him." One of the shinobis said before he was cut down and drained of all life by clouds darkness. "the opinons of trash mean nothing miss kiore." Cloud said with a demonic tone. Cloud picked kiore up. many more anbu were coming. Even him could not fact a entire platoon of anbu captains. Soon naruto would be there, and if cloud was there while naruto was they would be a fight to the death between the two. Cloud would destroy him. However now was not the right time. He couldnt risk losing his knew member. Cloud placed her on his sholder, and despite not being large at all he was extremly strong. wings came out of his back and he took off into the air.
"Hold on, kiore-chan." Clouds demonic chakra was back, it was courseing through his veins. Using his demonic power to escape? That caused him pain but he knew he must. Before he left however he made one simple hand sign.
"Divine illumination." A wave of black flame came from clouds blade and caught parts of the village on fire. No matter how much they tried to put the fire out only more spread. Cloud dropped a shuriken, the shuriken instantly peirced a crying baby. He hated the sound of such a creature. Cloud held the girl with one strong arm. Despite his size he carried her as if she was a feather. His blade was 4 times her weight and he swung it like a feather. She was nothing to him phsically. Mentally she was going to mean a lot. Cloud loves to play games with those he uses. He loves playing with his puppets.
Cloud landed about 30 miles from leaf. He knew that no shinobi would follow them. They feared him to much, there was no sense in sending more shinobi to their pointless deaths. Cloud smiled and set kiore on her feet.
"you enjoyed the ride i hope, now to get onto serious matters. Before you go to the hide out there are things you must know." Clouds voice was stern it was cold.
They were in a forest, a lake was nearby them. Cloud walked over to the lake and walked into it. His robe was nothing now. He wore black shinobi jounin pants with small tears in them from the amount of chakra, He looked at the now setting sun and down at the water under him which was turning black from his chakra.
"Go into the water, and feel the darkness upon your skin kiore." Cloud said coldly looking at her with his blue eyes.
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Post by » kiore urahara. on Dec 18, 2007 0:29:14 GMT -5
♥ HEARTBEATS . }} that are slowly coming to a stop[ - with every confused thought of the heart - ]
Kiore watched as lives were taken from countless shinobi of Konoha, playing a part in it herself at times, too. Blood splattered over her face, as she sliced a mans neck with a kunai; something odd in her demeanor. Something different. Death. Everything was becoming death. Shaking her head, Kiore didn't bother to wipe the blood off of her cheek, and continued on by Cloud's side - hand in hand. Times were changing... for the world. And she was changing with it. How odd, it was. For this to have been the day that would decide the fate of her future. She certainly did not see any of it coming, that was for sure. Right now, she should have reading through a scroll and receiving a message from Kajaal about him having to come home later then expected. It had been the way of things... utterly and painfully predictable, and it just hadn't been Kiore Urahara. She lived for the moment, and would always rather surprises and unpredictable happenings. Perhaps this was for the best after all, on both parties. Kiore blocked a few shuriken with the one kunai she had 'borrowed' from someone or other down the path they were running, not really paying attention to the things their attackers were saying; not caring; it was to be expected, after all. The life of a missing-nin, heck - the life of a missing-nin in Akatsuki, was going to be much worse, she was sure.
For a moment, Kiore didn't notice that Cloud had picked her up, and slung her own her shoulder - not until she realized that the black wings were back, and they were lifting the two into the air. Kiore made a sound that sounded like a squeak and held on, having to block countless kunai, shuriken's and other projectile weapons. She couldn't block them all though, and one kunai impaled itself through her arm. Kiore 'tch'ed, and merely threw the kunai in her arm back at the shinobi, ignoring the wound for now. Still slightly pissed off at the fact that she was being carried, by him. She didn't voice her disapproval, however, and focused on the shinobi that were gaining in numbers. Before Cloud cast his own jutsu, Kiore had performed the hand signs for one of hers. "Fifth Dance: Surreal Intentions," she murmured, and the thirty or so ANBU coming after them, fell under the genjutsu part of the jutsu. Dazed in a surreal state. Until the snow like matter formed in front of Kiore and instantly struck the shinobi, effectively freezing them. The matter froze over into ice, the shinobi visible inside, until Kiore made one last hand sign and the ice shattered, and with it, the ANBU.
When Cloud told Kiore to hold on, though albeit grudgingly she obliged and did so, watching the male's jutsu take care of the rest of their 'problems'. However, when he dropped the shuriken and pierced a helpless child; a baby; an infant; an innocent. Kiore couldn't help herself, she muttered, "bastard," under her breath in a dangerous tone and hit his back with a punch that would normally break bones - though it wouldn't in her case, she found, because the man was just so darn strong. Oh nuts, she winced, realizing what she had just done, she laughed sheepishly and said, "there was a spider on your back, yeah," patting the spot on his back, she swallowed and hoped he just wouldn't care.
Soon, Cloud landed on solid ground, around Kiore guessed thirty miles from the village. She was almost too relieved to be back on ground, breathing a sigh. Instantly, Kiore remembered the wound on her shoulder from the kunai, and took a seat on the ground on a nearby large boulder. Sitting cross-legged, Kiore's eyes never left Cloud, even as she shrugged off her jacket and gathered chakra to her hand and waited until it became green. "Aha," she nodded at his words, starting the healing process on her arm. She wasn't amazing at medical-jutsu, but she was apt with it enough to save lives - though she didn't have to, normally. The wound on her shoulder was healed quickly enough, and using the jacket she had worn, Kiore wiped the blood off of her shoulder.
Kiore watched as Cloud walked over to the lake that was nearby them, and... surprising her, walked into it. She gave him a blank look, and perked her brow at his, uh, 'request'. I better get used to orders, she thought with an exasperated look, and did as he had asked. Though she was a bit more cautious about it. Crouching down at the edge of the lake, she curiously put the tips of her fingers in it. "Hasn't burned off... that's a good sign," she murmured, and walked into the water. All the while, she couldn't help but have the ever pleasant, 'what the fxck?' look on her face.
"It's okay... to smile for yourself."
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Post by xanican on Dec 18, 2007 16:01:34 GMT -5
The black water plashed over the two akatsuki members. Cloud lay in it as he looked at the sky. "Earlier you showed remorse because I killed a child, Allow this black water to cleanse you of your sins, and of your sadness. It is the blood of the countless I kill. IT has stained my soul for a eternity. You now bathe in the blood of billions of fallen. The coldness of it is eternal. Soon you shall have your own dark aura. For now you shall be my partner. I shall be your sensei. I shall train you personally miss kiore."
Cloud said with a cold smile. Cloud waved his hand over her and the cold black water that was actually the blood of thousands swept over kiore. It was easy to feel the pain of all who had been slain by clouds blade. They were neither in heaven or hell... They were clouds prisoners, they belonged to cloud for ever.
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