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It's been five generations after the first war between Samurai and Shinobi. The five villages were founded shortly after and there has never been a war between them. Until now, all five villages have been off limits to the outside world, however the gates have been opened and ninja were allowed to travel between. But suddenly, kage are falling ill and no one knows who's behind it. The Hokage and Raikage both lie in comatose state, awaiting an answer as to what put them there.
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Evil shall unite over a bowl of ramen. [PRIVATE]

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Katshiro had just finished a quick assignation mission, assassinate the head bandit in the outskirts of the village. It was simple, and easy this task was nothing more than childs play, a warm up for Katshiro. He walked through the bustling crowd of people in the town square. His foots steps quick but silent, he passed through the crowd with out attracting attention to himself, it was if he did not exist in the world. Katshiro navigated to the mass of people with ease. Without touching anyone Katshiro had made his way into a small ramen shop. The place was a source of good cheap food, just the perfect place to geta a quick warm meal with out spending to much. Not to mention the ramen shop fit Katshiro's budget. Despite being an anbu, the pay wasn't as grand as other people thought it would be. Cheap bastards, just another reason why he wanted to over throw the old foggiest calling the shots. Katshiro sat on one of the wooden tools at the farthest corner of the long table.

"Ah Necro-san I assume you'd like your regular order" smiled the kind old man from behind the counter. As an Anbu, Katshiro avoided telling people his real name, for some odd reason people had started to call him Necro. How Katshiro got that nick name, he never found out. Katshiro didn't mind the alias he responded accordingly to the old mans question. Katshiro smiled and nodded politely, it smiling didn't really matter for his face was covered by a sinister mask. The shop owner had already grown accustomed to his odd choice of facial protection. Katshiro remebered the first time the old man saw him, the poor senior citizen almost had a heart attack. Necro chuckled as he reminisced about the little things in his past. A few painful memories found it's way into Katshiro's train of thought, a small pain in his heart pricked his soul. Katshiro sighed occupying himself with a pair of chopsticks.

"Here you go Necro-san" smiled the old man as he set down a steaming bowl of hot ramen, Necro bowed his head and quickly wrote Thank you on a napkin. The old man nodded and went to the next customer. Necro unzipped the mouth piece of his mask and began to eat. Half way through his meal he took out a small bottle of red liquid that looked like blood, Katshiro poured it into his bowl of ramen, he then continued his meal as if nothing had ever happened.

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"... And for you." said the cook harshly. He glared at Kaseki as he lay down a steaming bowl of ramen. Kaseki knew the look too well, it told him exactly what was in his bowl. It was nothing more than a collection of discarded noodles and leftover broth. Something Kaseki grew used to over the last few months of his "Reanimation." Everyone treated him like he was sub-human, which in most ways was true. But Kaseki cared not, for in these miscellaneous bowls of ramen, they never charged him, and used him as a living garbage disposal. And being a plant... it wasn't like it would get him sick. His black cloak was tucked away under his Akatsuki cloak. It was his reverse attire. He felt the need to get used to wearing it.

He dipped the wooden chopsticks into his bowl, enjoying the scent and taste of the smell. It was serene to him. He sat facing the opposite of the mask man, someone who was just behind him. All it would take was them to get up at the same time, and both tables would shift, tossing the bwls into the floor. But the chances of that happening was slim. He tasted the noodles, only to feel something missing...

"Ah, yes." he said to himself. "The sauce of soy, the soy sauce~!" He pushed out his seat to get ready to stand. He would signal the cook to bring some seasoning as well as the dark marmalade that he wished so deeply to pour into his meal. Just a push of his chair and...


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Katshiro thought that s pinch of chili wold give the extra spice he was craving for. Not wanting to bother the cook or a waitress, Katshiro decided to get up and grab a small bottle of chili found on another table near by. Katshiro pushed his chair back, yet cramped up spaced caused him to accidentally lift the table. The table tilted causing the tables to shift. Both Katshiro's and the hooded mans bowls of ramen came tumbling down on the floor. The heart breaking slush of the broth and ambrosia spilled all over the floor as it began to create a small puddle of disappointment and sorrow. Katshiro looked down at the pile of wasted delicacies, he felt a tinge of regret. He looked up ready to apologize to the hooded man.

The customers looked at the two men. Katshiro looked around and everyone suddenly went back to being occupied with their meals. Katshiro sighed and looked at the hooded man expecting that small dispute would occur, hopefully they would settle thing peacefully.

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The bowl danced and spun off the table, only to crash and fall to pieces. The bowl shot across the floor, the stale noodles now covered in dirt and dust. The broth spread around the ground. Kaseki cared not about the ramen itself, but the sheer principle of the meeting.

He faced the man, furious. "Two hundred long years I waited to finish that bowl... And every time I get that meal, someone interrupts me." He looked into the face of the man, only to have his eyes glow red with rage. "You would think the Akatsuki could finish a meal without some young ninja messing it up. But that's the case, isn't it?"

The cooks retreated into the back of the restaurant. They had been instructed to stay out of Kaseki's way but Juri Han, the Raikage directly. She would deal with him. But now, now this was personal.

Kaseki never let ramen go to waste.

Mitsuki Rena

Mitsuki Rena
Kumo Chunin
Kumo Chunin

The set of news spread like wildfire in the village of the hidden clouds. News of the utmost talk of the village of Akatsuki returning. Were it not for the Raikage who confronted the mysterious being, everyone would be at a state of panic. But people didn't let that ruin the atmosphere of their daily lives. The streets ran vivid with people who kept doing everyday things; shopping, dining out, socializing, and much more. Here in the popular streets of the village did Rena found herself walking idly in the streets. Word had caught her ear that the self proclaimed was still in the whereabouts of the village attempting to dine. Many knew where he was and did not simply let the man on his own without word of travel. She walks into a ramen shop most popular on this street, she enters the establishment as everyone in it rushed out. She had found the place she was looking for, thank you stomach. Upon entering one would see her as an instant beauty and the oddity of such crimson eyes. She wore no make-up and was proudly wearing her Chunin outfit that captivated her curves. Taking her right hand she lowers the zipper on her ninja vest and exposes a bit of cleavage as she feels the heat hit her strong in here compared to outside. Darn ramen restaurants!

The sound of her entrance would surely catch their attention but if it didn't she grabbed a chair at the end of the bar counter and began to ring a bell. The bell would be rung when one eats and enjoyed their meal, but this was not the case. The chiefs slowly came out of the back and in turn saw Rena. Though she was hardly a customer she gave them a warm smile. Since the moment she entered her eyes were fixed on the two. Immediately did she uncover that both bowls of ramen had been spilled… "I'd like three bowls of ramen please!", she said kindly. The chiefs of the place looked a bit panicked but decided to get to work as they placed their trust in their fellow kumogakure ninjas. Rena takes a look over where the boys were, err…. Where the two were and gave them a confident smile. "I got you covered.", she said not wanting this to reduce to violence… However this was not her idea.

In depths of her inner self did the great five tails spoke to her before venturing out to sought out this Akatsuki fellow. From her intel it was someone she did in fact encounter way earlier and at first she thought it was just some creeps. The great and powerful Kokuo told her to be welcoming and to attempt to befriend others before making quick judgements. He encouraged her to proceed with caution but never allow one's faulty appearance disclaim their true intent. It was now up to Rena to see what this was all about and deciding to place her trust in the advise of her beast… Then it hit her. Her blood began to feel as if it was on fire much like when she encountered that man… Could it be she found yet another?… This place got much more interesting…

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Katshiro stared at the hooded man ready to fight. He firmly stood his ground readying himself for another battle. The air was so tense it was as if the theme of mortal combat was playing and in a matter of seconds there was about to be one hell of a fatality.  Just when the two shinobis where about to throw down a young woman walked into the ramen shop. Katshiro's cloudy gray eye glanced over at her.

The first thing that came into Katshiros mind when he saw the beautiful woman was...... DAYUUUM. But Katshiro remained calm, he realized that any stupid moves may cost him his life. For some odd reason Katshiro felt that it would be suicide if he fought the either of the two. Katshiro decided to settle this in a more civilized method. He bowed as a sign of respect and apology to the hooded man. He then lifted his head and bowed in thanks to the beautiful woman.

As Katshiro bowed he saw the scattered remains of the hooded mans  ramen. He realized that the poor hooded man received nothing but left overs and scraps. Katshiro took a glance under the mans hood. Katshiro immediately realized that his skin was like of a plant, he was different....... for a moment Katshiro felt a hint of empathy,  after all his family was killed for being different....... Blood sucking monsters...... that's what the villagers said as they killed his family........ who was the real monsters here? Those who were different? Or those who feared those who were different? Katshiro started to grow the slightest bit of respect for the hooded man, Katshiro could only imagine what kind of trials and sufferings he had to overcome.  Katshiros eye hidden under his masks eye patch seemed to react to the woman's presence. His visible gray eye drifted towards the woman's direction.......for some reason they had a connection,  she was different too........ Who where these people?  That was the question that remained in  Katshiro's head.

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"I got you covered."

Kaseki exhaled through his nose, much like a wolf when it was displeased with its hunt. It wasn't far from what he was, after all, he practically lived with wolves for the first half century in those caverns. The girl seemed to promote peace, something far different than the Raikage. She looked as if she did not mean a word she had said, but had her strings pulled by another. The man seemed ready for a fight, something equally as temping. "What, you afraid of them?" Chomei's voice echoed in Kaseki's head. He knew better than to play the game of the tailed beasts. He knew better than anyone.

He would test them, with the same blind faith he had. Bit was it faith or foolishness. He lifted his right hand to his face, to scratch his nose with his thumb. The seal on his hand visible to them both. "Thank you." he said to the female, accepting her gift of the meal. He was growing tired of scraps and being treated like nothing. But perhaps that's what lead him there. He remembered Kenpachi's read eyes, and the story of the clan that held them. That could only mean this Necro was another of the clan, but that seemed a bit farfetched... he looked like an old friend.

"And so let us converse." He said while looking at the other two, "The tree, the cannibal, and the maiden." He smiled as he took a step back, to sit at a larger table. "Or perhaps shall we exchange tales?"

Kaseki knew what he was doing. He came to Kumogakure to find another jinchuriki. He would not leave until one revealed themself... and he would teach them the true meaning of the beast.

Mitsuki Rena

Mitsuki Rena
Kumo Chunin
Kumo Chunin

Fizz fizz fizz! The sounds of pouring hot water onto pots is heard in the background as the crackle of burning oil accompany it. The hot steam carries an aroma that would quench the slow fall of the tensed atmosphere more and more. A soft sigh of relief comes out of Rena when everything seemed to have boil down. She took notice of the marking on his hand. Her eyes would only peer at it for a moment as they trailed the rest of his exterior. Such an old thing did she take note. The markings on it was indeed frightening to the commoner.  However, it was clear these two before ]it--him; are not common to come by. The descriptions have matched and she has found the so proclaimed Akatsuki leader. Not even a slightest bit did she feel overwhelmed or underwhelmed by his presence. There was in fact just interest of curiosity like a cat. 'I believe the mark on that creature is another holder of a tailed beast such as myself, Miss Mitsuki. Be wary of your actions not to cause such distraught upon yourself. You lack motivation to stay true to your words and actions.', said Kokuo. Rena on the other hand simply rolled her eyes without realizing she was displaying her discontent with him in the real world. But none the less she gave into his words and decided to approach it lightly… Taking steps closer to the gentlemen. The ramen was just about ready and they were being made fresh on her order.

"I have time to spare…", she said as she sat down with a lingering sense of elegance in her motion that only few who actually observe tend to notice. It was as if she had eternity to sit there and appreciation for the time that is given to her. Joining the odd puppet-looking figure she smiles at him faintly but honestly. "By popular trend, they say you are the Akatsuki leader.", she said flat-out of her curiosity. Not even intimidated by his appeal. "Am I wrong?" These words are not shaken and in the midst of it all it looks like she was ignoring the other young man. That wasn't true, she would glance at him every now and then while keeping tabs on the chefs at work. People remained outside still frighten of the commotion. It wasn't long before a few ventured back in to finish their meal and pay their tabs. Except there was always that one fellow that finished his meal and used the commotion not to pay his food. Damn that Takimaru. The sound of the plates hitting the surface of the bar's pick-up was heard. The chef yells their order is ready. The dishes would be superb and much high quality ingredients used. Rena did not want to pick up the order and gave a simple gesture to the man to bring their food to them. He did so and quickly went back behind his kitchen to prepare the next meal, if any.

Rena honestly couldn't fathom to eat any food, it was hard for her. Without blood, but she carried that vile of blood on her as always and was very wary of pulling it out for the guests to see. It was such a hassle for her to eat foods in public because of this. Everything did not taste great nor fill her hunger unless it was blood. Now when to pull it out, even if she was a ninja they would catch notice of its contents… So she did the only thing she could. Pushing the bowl of ramen to the center of the table as she did not want it.

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Katshiro remained silent his right eye scanning his surroundings. He looked at the girl and the hooded man. Katshiro looked down at his bowl of ramen. He then pushed it towards Kaseki as a peace offering. It seemed that Katshiro had lost his appetite due to the random confrontation he had just had. The girl was indeed a sight for sore eyes....and the hooded man was indeed......uhm...... a plant, wolf thing......Yet Katshrio found them both quiet interesting, it has been awhile since he had sat together with somebody. Oddly enough this reminded him of his time with hi old squad.

Ayame-chan.....Kyoya-san...... Katshiro suddenly remembered his dear friends. For a brief moment he could feel their warmth, a smile was on Katshiros face hidden by his mask.

"It would be unwise to speak of such matters here......there are many prying eyes and ears.........as a Ninja we must move in the shadows secretly..." Kayshro said calmly as he took out a bottle of red liquid, which by the way was the blood of the head bandit he had just assassinated a few hours ago. He looked at the woman and took a tea cup and poured some in the cup, he then slid it towards her.

"Perhaps this fits your tastes better my lady." said Katshiro softly as he put away his bottle. He then passed the hooded man some soy sauce. The hooded man seemed to be craving this seasoning.... Katshiro turned to the hooded man.

"You wished for soy sauce, no?" Ktashiro asked politely as he neatly placed his chopsticks in the center of his nicely folded napkin.



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Kaseki exhaled through his nose once more, almost beginning to laugh at the situation. The man seemed eager to leave, while the girl seemed enticed to stay. He smiled at them both. He touched each of his palms with his forefinger of the opposite hand, carving a swirl with a simple movement on both.

"I am Kaseki, leader of the Akatsuki. Former ANBU of the Leaf, and Mist, and missing ninja from both." He smiled, reaching out to both bowls that his company had seemed to push away. His palm lightly tapped them, and a weak lavender light emit from his palms, slowly engulfing the bowls as he swiped his hand. "I'm also a Jinchuriki." he said with a smile. He had no secrets to hide, nothing to keep away. He played with all his cards on the table. He has little room for distrust and liars.

He nodded at the man who wore the unzipped mask as he suggested to get away. "Perhaps you're right." He smiled at the girl, and looked back at the man, "I can only assume your thirst for the crimson drink is something in your family. Perhaps she can show you the ways of your clan, and if need be, I'll show you things only a puppet master could." He laughed at his idea. It just seemed so lively with them. There was a woman he had met briefly before, only to reveal herself to a member of his own Akatsuki. Only after a bit of reading did he find a few mentions of a Setsuna Clan in ancient texts. Yet he found nothing about their skill. Only by seeing the appearance of them both, could he assume youthfulness, as well as the thirst for blood.

"You know the boy, no?" Chomei's voice echoed in Kaseki's head. Mentally he shook the thought away. All his friends were long gone, but not their legacies. "Who is the boy?" Chomei inquired, growing curious to Kaseki's long tale. He would laugh away in his mind. "I called him Stigma." he replied, "He was the best damn fighter I ever met."

And with that... the forbidden technique he and Stigma created, ran through his mind. Perhaps these two would help him finally finish the mark.

"I sound crazy, don't I?" Kaseki joked, lifting the chopsticks to his newly season meal the the last bowl on the table. "But if I may, what are you names? Or, what would you like me to call you?"

Mitsuki Rena

Mitsuki Rena
Kumo Chunin
Kumo Chunin

Just like nothing, as if it was nothing. These two are complete nonchalant about such issues that it almost sickened Rena into shock and disbelief. It was hard to accept how this came about. Her suspicion of the mysterious masked ninja was true, he too is a part of her clan. Whereas the puppeteer-thing was definitely carrying a tailed beast as well. Rena could see it now as the silence of her mind would grow dark with the image of the five tails simply shifting his head to the right implying he told her so. This all wasn't comforting in her mind but her physical self didn't really move at all to their 'moves' of this game. She merely expresses a more seriousness to them as she takes the offered tea cup of blood. Bringing it up to her lips in silence around her she takes a sip that is heard. Bringing the cup down she licks the edges of her upper lip. It wasn't pretty good blood. Where to start… "This is the second time I've encountered another of my kind. I literally thought I was the only one until these past two days.", she takes another sip. "It is comforting to know there are more like myself in the shadows… However." She paused.

The weight of her words suddenly became heavy as she slowly sets down the finished cup of blood on the table. "I too am a Jinchuriki.", it was for her to tell such a truth and decided to leap onto faith. Hoping the trust part would follow suit… 'I am surprised you are being honest despite your mind conflicting with your own heart not to do this. Does it ire you that I suggest such a simple advise?', said Kokuo. At the back of her mind Rena simply shrugs at him with nothing much to say on the matter. Her only feelings was the discontent of trying to do the opposite of what she normally does. The beast in a wonderful yet irritable direction in his words and actions they were beginning to change Rena's perception on how to interact. It was starting to open her up in a scary way.

Back in the real world she lifts up her left sleeve and reveals her mark on her elbow. The marking itself is odd in peculiar as it was a shape of the most unlikely of all things. A small cute bat. Somewhat embarrassed she quickly pulls down on her sleeve to cover the mark. Should they believe her was not her concern… She diverts her attention to the emptiness of the space of the shop facing to the right as she didn't want to face them. This was all to new and fast for her. Outside it was obvious this was making her appear as someone initially cold and even hostile towards another before gradually showing their warm side over time.

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Katshrio  was able to get a glance of the young woman's cute tattoo.  Before a smile could curl up on his face Katshiro looked down and zipped up the mouth piece on his mask.  He did this so naturally and fluidly it seemed nothing more than him fixing up his mask. Katshiro chuckled silently from under the mask, luckily the mask hid most of his face making it impossible to see his facial reactions.

"My name is Kasthiro Kaizen......others call me Necro...... please feel free to use whatever name is more comfortable with you." Said Katshiro as he gazed at the two shinobi, he seemed aloof as if his mind was somewhere else.

"You seem a bit flustered my lady.... there is no need to hide your tattoo, it suits a beautiful woman such as yourself....." Katshiro's words where smooth and fluid, like a drop of liquid mercury running down a piece of cold steel. He had a gentle smile adorned on his face, yet it was hidden by his black skull like mask. He looked at her with his only visible eye, his right eye. Katshrio then diverted his attention to the man called Kaseki.

Kaseki..... the name was familiar......it was the name of the great comrade of his ancient ancestor, Neo.  Katshiro quickly remembered the stories his father had told him.....apparently Kaseki and Neo had gone way back. For a brief moment Katshiro let out a soft chuckle. He remembered the days as he watched his father wide eyed and egger to hear the fascinating fables of the dynamic duo......those stories seemed so farfetched........but at this moment, there in front of Katshiro was the man from the old legends.....it was as if Kaseki had jumped right out Katshiro's imagination.

"Kaseki-san......... do you know of a person by the name of Neo Kaizen......or perhaps.....you know hi of another name..... Neo stigma?" inquired Katshiro as he tapped his dead black finger nails on the wooden table. Tap.... Tap ....Tap....Tap..... He sat there awaiting for Kaseki's reaction. Katshiro gave off a peaceful and calmed vibe it was as if there was not an ounce of tension or stress in his body. Relaxed as he seemed to be, he also gave off an undeniable mysterious aura that made others hesitant to approach him.



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Kaseki smiled at the sight of the small bat, only confirming that the seals were unique to each of them. However Kaseki recognized the seal on his hand, a mimic of the Eight Trigrams Seal. Only he noticed that the extending points were stylized to be vines, not the actual seal.

She continued to dodge the question of her name, not knowing if she did it on purpose or simply didn't get the chance to. "Aye, and do you-" his question about the count of tails was cut short... only by the familiar masked man. "Kaseki-san......... do you know of a person by the name of Neo Kaizen......or perhaps.....you know him of another name..... Neo Stigma?"

His emotion full face faded to a blank expression. The word alone held meaning that seemed to pass down a few generations. This would mean he would have to honor his word to his old friend. He could not betray Neo, not now, not ever. They were both wanderers at the time, and worked toward a common goal. He had to honor that promise. He pointed out of the shop, only to point to the turtle in the sea. "Necro, go to the island now. I will meet you there." He would complete the promise to Neo. Just as he friend said. "Kaseki, make my son a badass."

With that, he would send his Red Knight, and Tan Warrior Puppets, as they strolled the streets like regular people. It was a very serious matter. However, this was not about the badassery of Neo and Kaseki, but the meeting was about the Setsuna, and the Puppet Master. Necro was not user Kaseki's watch. He could protect him, just as he father would.

"As for you, Rena-ssi, I suggest you start to explore the powers of your newfound abilities." That name, something he heard from Kenpachi. And the suffix, only to honor that he treated her like his equal. "Necro, go now, and I will teach you your father's Angry Foot and Drunken Ass taijutsu. As for you, Rena-ssi, I think it is best that you master your skills, before someone targets you for your power."

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