Meeting, And Leaving. [P]

Akumu stared at the gates of kirigakure, His eyes almost piercing through the gates. An endless gaze, that no one would understand at the moment. On the out side Akumu said nothing, but his brain was restlessly racing. Thoughts scattered, and Choices yet too be made. A psycho inside and out. He usually had no time to think, but now he felt the world paused for a slight memorable second. The choice of leaving crossed his pacing mind, and as the odds turned out he was most likely going too. He would've never thought of staying in the village forever. But then again, it was the only place that a person like Akumu could be accepted. No Kaguya would be accepted without regret any where else, but with no remorse, he still was going to leave. Whether he was a terrorist or a business man, it mattered none too Akumu. As long as killing and eating came along with the job. He mite as well leave something behind, for the village too remember him by.

Out of the palms of his left hand protruded an extremely sharp white object, his bone of course. He cut his left palm, and repeated with the right. With blood seeping out of his hands he walked by building after building. Staining every last building on the street he was on with his blood. Risk of infection was at play, but it also mattered none too Akumu. What was the worst thing that could happen, Death? He really did not care. So as he contiuously painted the town, he noticed the crowning of the sun begin to ignite the dull skies of the mist village.


"Ahh shit, the sun is coming out." Akumu said with a smirk, but with sorrow. Because when the sun came up the people got up. He began to get pissed and healed his palms back off. Flicking his hands to get rid of the blood. Still a few stains but meh, no matter too him. Walking in the streets he pulled a cigarette out, and headed for the gates, slowly, yet surely. Taking a puff here and there and releasing it into the sky.

Kitaro walked slowly forward step by step and as he walked through the foggy lands that the Kirigakure nation is known for Kitaro knew what he was doing. He was going to the home of the Kaguya. The home of a nation that Kitaro started in. It should be a bit memorable but that was off Kitaro's mind. As he walked his hands rested in his pockets. Carrying him closer and closer to his destination. The Mist village Kaguya. Not that intolerable Mizukage of course for those who would stoop so low as to lead a nation of criminals and pretend to be a noble leader was a fool. But in the nature of chaos the Kaguya would be nice because they are basically breed for chaos. Kitaro would know. He is one of them of course.

He saw this man having a cigarette walking towards the gates. It seemed he was leaving and due to the speed he was going he was leaving of his own will and not the will of the intolerable mizukage. A perfect chance for chaos so Kitaro walked up to him. His hands in his pockets and walking at the same speed as the man that he was approaching Kitaro stopped on the other side and began speaking. "Hello Mr. Ninja. My name is not important, but what is, is what you want. So Please give me an inkling sir. What exactly do you want." Kitaro spoke with a slight accent but it was indiscernible where it was from. It just got across that he was foreign in the end. So he waited for the response. It was bound to be something. Unless this man was stupid and told him it was nothing. Then Kitaro would go look for someone else to take away and make their dreams come true.

As Akumu continued too walk towards the gates, a man interupted his focused gaze. "Hmm" He thought as the man began to speak. "Hello Mr. Ninja. My name is not important, but what is, is what you want. So Please give me an inkling sir. What exactly do you want." The man said. Akumu thought of it as shady when he didn't say his name, but hey he had no room to speak. For he was as shady as any other missing ninja. Akumu pondered a bit on what he wanted. He knew that he wanted to leave, and this was his ticket out. Akumu finished his cigarette flicking it into some random huts window. He chuckled a bit as profanity enraged within the hut.

Akumu knew that this man would not offer again. So he made his decision quick, "Well other than a top hat, I would like to roll with you, and consume any of our victims." Akumu said with a slight smirk. Yes the top hat was random but hey it was something he desired for quite a while. His grin seized as his eyes switched into a sort of questioning state. Wondering if the man would gladly agree with his few repuests. Hopefully he would, and it would be great if he did. A bit of a let down if he did not agree.

Kitaro gently stroked his chin. Of course he was still not facing the man but away. His hands were still in his pockets. He looked upwards just a little bit as the hand that stroked his chin. His right hand. Slid back into his pocket. Kitaro knew this man had wanted exactly that from the moment that he saw him and now that it was out of the bag and in the open and the man was revealed as being intelligent enough to understand what Kitaro offered Kitaro still could not trust him with his real name. So once again he would go with an alias. The same alias in fact since the only man who had heard the last one was blown into a billion no...a trillion pieces and scattered across his village.

"My name is Alhambra, not the Alhambra of a Alhambra but Alhambra. I have had some trouble with people calling me such." Kitaro lied but he made the lie encompass farther and farther into lies and made up extra parts of it so that it was way more believable. "As far as getting you out I can do that absolutely. The thing is as far as coming with me on my journey. That is not necessary all the time but perhaps sometimes. You can stay in my cave and I will meet up with you when I need you and you can do whatever you want. If you decide to go and accept this deal we are done right here. If you do not we are also done right here. Either way I would appreciate you not mentioning me to any friends or those insufferable family members that people have nowadays." Kitaro spoke and made quotes around the words Friends and Family. To show that he did not want to be talked about and that the meaning of the words meant little to him. Kitaro spun around to face him for a second and began walking off.

Akumu heard the man begin to speak after he rubbed his chin a bit. As he spoke Akumu's grin began to get bigger, and bigger, and...bigger. Akumu chuckled a bit when he heard not to tell his friends or family members. "Friends, Family Members? Haha, Very funny, look at my hands, you think i have friends or my family would last a second around me." Akumu said as he lifted his hands up his bloodstained palms facing the man. He said those words basically too assure to him that none of the gossip would be happening.

"So i gladly accept." Akumu stated, a large grin upon his face as he took a few steps forward. The cave sounded a bit dreary but he knew that he wouldn't be in there for ever. Akumu did not lie to the man he just didn't say his name, nor speak of it. He knew the conversation would come across when the time came.

Akumu noticed the finger quotes, and the man turn around. And begin to walk. Akumu looked back at the village, a few by passers, but none noticing his disappearance. All of them focused on purely there every day jobs, honoring the higher ranked ninjas infested within Kirigakure.

"Meh" Akumu said as he walked along side with the man. A new life for Akumu. As his devious smiled stayed in place.

Kitaro didn't look back the entire time. Watching everyone as they dissapeared into the fog and more appeared until they got far enough out for the watery oceans. Kitaro spotted a small boat that had a motor and that would be good enough. Climbing on board and allowing the other man to climb on board as well silently Kitaro walked to where the boat ignition was and made sure it had enough fuel. Kitaro reached down and broke the plate off of the boat wiring and placed a shuriken inside to connect two wires that moments before he had cut with the same shuriken to cause a shock. The shock started the boat and the two were off to go towards Kitaro's cave in the mountains of Kumogakure. The only place that people wouldn't look for Kitaro the great ninja of the last age. The one place that he never went so that one day he could hide there. The one place who had the most fucked up ninja that he had despised more than any village and would soon deal with.

[Exit with Akumu]