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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 13, 2008 23:50:47 GMT -5
Attendant: ”Lord Raikage, we still need your stamp of approval on these documents.”
A low pitched roar shook the room. A powerful thunderstorm was brewing above the Village Hidden in the Clouds, and these thunder claps had been coming on and off for hours now.
Attendant: ”Lord Raikage, Should start sending invitations to the other kages now?”
The blond haired man nodded his head slowly, barely paying attention to the questions poised to him every few seconds. The sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the ear drums of all persons present in the room, the pen was his sword at the moment. The office room of the Raikage was spacious in size, yet it was still cramped inside for some reason. Hikaru was seated behind the desk of course and there were three attendants in front of him, two to his left, three standing by the door, and three more seated on a couch that sat against the wall. The duties, along with the stresses, of being a kage seemed greater today then they ever were before. Hikaru needed some breathing room for awhile. With a look of sheer boredom in his blue eyes and a deep sigh, Hikaru continued skimming through a hill of documents, approving and rejecting policies as quickly as he could.
Attendant: ”Lord Raikage, We have more missions ready to be issued out, they’re just waiting for your certification…”
A flash of lightning cracked outside the enormous, stein glass window of the room. It was positioned directly behind Hikaru’s chair and gave him a temporary yellow aura afterwards. Smiriking for what was only a brief moment, Hikaru took his a section of the paperwork, tapped it against the desk to neaten it, stamped the first sheet, and then passed it to one of the men to his side.
”…..File all that we’ve gotten done up until now. I’ll finish the rest at a later time.”
Hikaru stood and rolled his stiff wrists out, he was wearing the ceremonial yellow and white robes of past Raikages. He refused to wear the hat though, simply because he looked completely ridiculous with hat hair. He began a brisk stride for the door, all of his attendants and aids stepping to the side to give him a clear path to the exit.
Aid: “But….the Council needs some these papers as soon as possible. It would only take a few seconds t-”
Hikaru shot him a cold stare out the corner of his eyes, stopping the man in mid speech. He wrapped a single hand around the door knob and pulled it open, the hallways of the tower were alive with movement and business. As another barrage of thunder claps and lightning strikes shook the very foundation of the building, Hikaru took a step out of the office and closed the door behind him. Not a single word else was said. Irritated was an understatement for him today, but luckily, he knew exactly where to go to wind down.
Standing at the very top of the tower and looking up to the dark storm clouds above, Hikaru shut his eyes tight and began to breath in the sweet smelling air, it was the only reminder of the rain storm they had earlier this morning. Ironically, it began to rain again at that very moment and before Hikaru knew it, he was soaking wet. Sparks of electricity leapt out of his tenketsu and danced around his body in arcing patterns. The lightning molded chakra was amplified in power by the rain and went on to dart across the rooftop as well, making the building seem more like a light house then a place of business. Smiling, Hikaru opened his eyes and watched the lightning dance all around him….
Time Passes
”…Oh my, Your dripping wet…”
Hikaru stepped back into the office with jagged, blond locks of hair plastered to a wet face. He excused himself into a side room where he dried himself off and changed into more robes, and then returned into the main section of the office to pick up where he last left off. He was back behind the desk again, one hand twirling a pen while the other used a small towel to finish off drying his hair.
”Where are the papers that the Elders need?”
One of the aids picked the documents up and stood over Hikaru’s shoulder, flipping through them quickly. As his aid showed him each page, he used his eyes to seek out certain political terms, as he had been taught to do by the third years ago. His aid flashed him the last page and then sat them all down on the desk. Hikaru pulled them closer and was about to sign them, when he suddenly stopped in place and allowed his pen to fall from his hands.
”What? They’re going to ask the Daimyo for permission to expand Kumogakure?”
Hikaru put his towel aside and ignored the fact that his hair wasn’t stick up like he wanted at the moment. Both hands seized the stack of papers, and his light blue eyes began to tear viciously into the words printed on it. According to this, the population of Kumo had been on a steady rise. Families were having more children, plan and simple. A wave of new academy students and gennin were to be expected in the near future. Hikaru read for a moment longer, bit the end of his of pen while he took time to think, and then put the papers away in a special drawer.
”Tell them I said I can’t sign these just yet, we don’t have the money to double the size of our village.”
Aid: “I thought it said they were going to ask the Daimyo for help?”
The lightning shadow grunted in disapproval and responded quickly with a low and commanding tone of voice. He made sure to make eye contact with everyone present while he spoke.
“I don’t like being indebted to one such as him…he’s already arrogant enough. Also, we have a limit on how many shinobi we can promote each year, and that limit also effects how many we send for the chuunin exams and such. We still have a number of years before action must be taken, and I will use that time to think more on it-”
Hikaru looked over at the pictures of the past Raikage, think of the things people said about them. Shodai was the Scholar, Nidaime was the Warrior, Sandaime was the Peacekeeper, and now Yondaime was the….rookie…
”-Also, tell them that I plan on meeting with the other kages in four weeks time. I’ll be addressing this issue at that meeting, and they are welcome to come and see how things turn out.”
The office aid nodded and began to write Hikaru’s exact words down so they could be delivered to the Council. With another sigh, Hikaru began to skim through more papers and see what else he had to deal with. |
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 17, 2008 15:19:39 GMT -5
The winds blew softly within the Country of Lightning. Well, softly until the storm clouds came in. After hours of traveling deep within the Lightning Country, Zettai was finally close to Kumogakure. Just when he was getting happy, a storm started to break lose. With all of Hell loose upon him, Zettai had to run.
Zettai was pissed now. It had been another hour of running in the cold rain, having to constantly diver lightning with his manipulation to keep himself alive. He knew he was going to get sick. but he didn't care. The village was near sight. Eager to get into Kumogakure and warmth, Zettai ran into the first house in sight. (Stupid huh?)
Unfortunately, Zettai forgot he was still manipulating the lightning around him. The lights went out in the house from a short circuit. Fortunately for Zettai, he could see his aura around him and another person in the house. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't see anything else.
The figure was of a woman. Zettai was advanced with his sight, and was able to see the outlines of her full features. d**n, she's hot. Zettai thought to himself, being the pervert he is. He heard the shower shut off and heard her muttering to herself about the d**n electricians. Smiling, Zettai purposefully bumped into her.
The lights went on. Somehow, the storm outside jolted them and fixed the short circuit. Unfortunately for Zettai, he could now be seen. Screams could be hard from outside. The next thing seen was Zettai jumping through the window, a chair crashing behind him. Zettai had a couple slap marks across his face, the girl cursing at him from within the house. Zettai laughed as he ran further into Kumogakure. (Told you he was stupid, forgot to mention a jerk..?)
Zettai continued running, seeing a nice looking building not far ahead. "Ehh, I should feel sorry about the girl. Oh well, I don't. And look what we have here, jackpot? The biggest party house in all of history!" Zettai ran into the building, dodging all the guards and shinobi. For a twenty-eight year old man, he still seemed a bit childish or juvenile, and ran into a random room. Unfortunately for him, no girl was there. Instead, there was the Raikage himself. "Oh.. sh*t. Surprise Surprise. Mister thunder-god himself."
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 17, 2008 16:01:43 GMT -5
The room was already chaotic enough without the unexpected surprises of their newest guest. Hikaru had ended up with his back turned to his office aids and his hands locked together behind his back, he was gazing out his stein-glass window at the storm in progress. A little debate had broken out between the eleven attendants, Hikaru didn’t even know what it was about anymore. The moment the door bursts open though and Zettai’s voice rings out, absolute silence fell over them all. Surprised and speechless, they all simply stood and stared. Slowly, the Raikage looks back over his shoulder and stares out the corner of his eye, a single blue eye visible.
Guard: “Lord Raikage, there’s a…”
A group of guard shinobi filed into the room to alert Hikaru of the man that had already beat them into the office. Hikaru hated it when he was caught in awkward situations like this, it was an insult. The guards made him look bad, plain and simple. Hikaru turned around fully and waved his hand to direct them back out into the hall. Next, he used that same hand to motion for all his attendants to take seats on whatever is closest to them and stable at the time, his blue eyes resting themselves on Zettai. He was unusually calm at the moment. They couldn’t help but feel that he would explode into a sea of emotion…and lightning….at any moment.
Arcs of lightning danced in Hikaru’s pupils, of all places, and made his eyes flash with a bright light. Static electricity caused his clothes to ripple and wave as if a gust of wind were blowing from underneath him. Visible bolts of electricity darted in random patterns over his body and made his hair stand on end in its normal, spiky pattern, just like he wanted it to. Generally, Hikaru only charged his body like this to intimidate one of his annoying underlings, however, his facial expression didn’t go along with that thought. This was simply a physical reply to the ‘Thunder God’ remark.
”…….Do I know you?”
Hikaru asked in a casual voice, his arms crossed in front of his chest now and his body still glowing with electricity. One of his attendants knocked a scroll off of a table when he squirmed in place, making a light tapping sound on the ground. Hikaru’s pupils quickly fell in that direction, and he reached out as if to catch the scroll.
”Don’t touch that!”
Now he was agitated. Chidori Nagashi increased the cutting power of his swords. Hikaru was out at an ocean training zone with the 3rd earlier that week messing around and wanted to see what would happen if he tried to empower one of his swords with a portion of the Thunder Birds power. To make a long story short, he ended up with another scar on his chest and two swords inside his scroll instead of three. He would begin searching for a replacement as soon as he got some of his other things taken care of. Hikaru quickly made his way across the room and picked the scroll up, unraveling it completely and tacking it to the wall so he wouldn‘t forget it anytime soon. It‘s inner contents were on display for all in the office to see, two kanji‘s for the word blade taking up two of the three available slots, empty slots being unfilled circles.
With that put on hold for the moment, Hikaru was free to turn back around and give his attention back to their unknown guest. The Raikage saw the power outage take place in that single house from his window, and simply put two and two together. The guy that had just come into his office was somewhat of a troublemaker. |
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 17, 2008 16:19:13 GMT -5
The man blinked once, then twice. He looked over the room, his eyes staring intently on the static. As if by his command, the static calmed a little, but just a little. Looking into the eyes of the Raikage, the strange man spoke. "No, you shouldn't know me. We've never met at least. And by my reputation, it's not very likely you know me by just name either. However, I do know you."
The man smiled, his piercing blue eyes staring into those of the Yondaime Raikage. Intently, but quickly, his eyes examined the strongest shinobi within Kumogakure. "Interesting." He laughed a little, realizing how stupid he seemed barging in like this. "Sorry about the intrusion, I just can't help myself some times."
When the scroll fell and was later tacked to the wall by the Raikage, the man took it upon himself to take a closer look. Walking over in an instant, he stood before the scroll and examined it. "Missing a blade eh? A man's blade is only as good as the hand it is wielded in. A good man should have a good blade. I may have just the thing for you." The man began walking towards the Raikage.
After what seemed like forever, for the few steps that had to be taken, the man stopped. The man put his hand to one of the three swords on his back, pure, visible, static discharging into the air upon touch. Pulling the sword and sheathe off his back, the man showed it to the Raikage. He unsheathed it, displaying it before Hikaru. "Meet Ikazuchi no Tenshu. It means God of Thunder, a suitable name as well as a suitable sword for a man like you. Consider it a.. greeting gift?" Smiling, Zettai held the sword to the Raikage, offering it off of pure whim.
OOC: Sword Stats:
Name: Ikazuchi no Tenshu {God of Thunder}
Type: Mugen-jin
Description: This sword is similar to the picture. The blade itself is black, with a slightly highlighted tip, giving it the look of a dark lightning bolt. The hilt is black, with dark yellow bindings around it, adding grip to the user. The serrated edges are extremely dense, and the sword is able to cut through dense items. Not only that, but the sword is raiton affiliated and can absorb and channel lightning chakra. The sword can also act as a medium fro the user's jutsus, or even fire a lightning bolt or discharge electric energy when lightning chakra is channeled through it. The discharge can screw up a person's nervous system.
Abilities:Seemingly unbreakable. Can alter, damage, or stop the sending of electric signals through the nervous system when it cuts the opponent, depending on what the user wishes. This can range in damages from mere reduction of movement/use, to a full out kill. This blade can only be wielded by those who know how to, aka Zettai and whomever he teaches. When lightning chakra is channeled through it, the user can fire a lightning bolt from the tip.
Note: The sword will automatically accept the Raikage without having him trained by Zettai. Consider them kindred spirits of a sort?
[u]Name:[/u] [i]Ikazuchi no Tenshu {God of Thunder}[/i]
[u]Type:[/u] [i][URL=http://www.n-p-s.net/image/sword/special/mugen10.jpg]Mugen-jin[/URL][/i]
[u]Description:[/u] [i]This sword is similar to the picture. The blade itself is black, with a slightly highlighted tip, giving it the look of a dark lightning bolt. The hilt is black, with dark yellow bindings around it, adding grip to the user. The serrated edges are extremely dense, and the sword is able to cut through dense items. Not only that, but the sword is raiton affiliated and can absorb and channel lightning chakra. The sword can also act as a medium fro the user's jutsus, or even fire a lightning bolt or discharge electric energy when lightning chakra is channeled through it. The discharge can screw up a person's nervous system.[/i]
[u]Abilities:[/u][i]Seemingly unbreakable. Can alter, damage, or stop the sending of electric signals through the nervous system when it cuts the opponent, depending on what the user wishes. This can range in damages from mere reduction of movement/use, to a full out kill. This blade can only be wielded by those who know how to, aka Zettai and whomever he teaches. When lightning chakra is channeled through it, the user can fire a lightning bolt from the tip.[/i] |
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 18, 2008 0:34:20 GMT -5
Hikaru watched each step the newcomer took carefully, trying to figure out just what made this man tick. He noticed that his electrical charge had been decreased somewhat in the passing seconds. No matter how minuscule the change was, the Raikage would still catch wind of it. The thought of another man being able to such a thing to him made the Lightning Shadow smirk.
This one knows just what to say, his words are truly one of his greatest weapons.[/I] Hikaru thought to himself as his ears processed each and every sound escaping the mans lips. His body was no longer alive with freed electricity, and the flashing of his eyes ceased all at once. None of the attendants in the room seemed to get just what was going on, and to tell the truth, Hikaru didn’t really get it either. One moment he was skimming through papers and branding them with his signature, now he was standing in silence awaiting what Zettai would do next. Then, it was brought before him… Reaching out slowly, Hikaru sought to wrap his right hand around the base of the finely crafted sword. It was a master piece, he could tell that much already. His last sword, although nameless, managed to get the job done. He would honestly feel safe sending his child into battle wielding it, but it wasn’t ready for the type of power he tried to bestow it with. A discharge?[/I] He noticed the creation of sparks whenever his hand was only a fraction of an inch away from the hilt, the same had happened seconds ago when Zettai made contact with it. Hikaru balled his hand into a fist, his knuckles cracking out loud, and then gripped the hilt tightly, the perfect grip of a master swordsman. A high pitched ring filled the air as he drew the sword out of its sheath and held it vertically in the air. There was enough room between the end of the hilt and the tsuba for him to comfortably fit both hands. Normally, Hikaru had to force his chakra flow into a weapon, that was just the way it was for all ninja. Metal wasn’t a living thing, it didn’t have tenketsu points and a chakra circulatory system. This sword was different though, he could feel chakra leaving his body through the hands and circulating through the blade, then returning back to his body without his doing anything. He was in tune with the sword already, he was eager to begin practicing with it in the near future. Slowly but surely, his smirk became a full ledged grin. ”Ikazuchi no Tenshu….a serrated blade with the ability to channel lightning…”Whoever made this blade is more valuable then any jinchuuriki or bijuu in my book. His blue eyes ran up and down the full length of the sword as if it were a woman, it was obvious he greatly appreciated this gift. After spending some time admiring it, Hikaru slid the sword back into the sheath and tucked it securely between his hip and his bright yellow belt, tying the belt tighter so the God of Thunder blade wouldn’t shake on his hip when he took a step or fall out. He would place it inside the scroll for safe keeping later. For now, he wanted it close. Even now he could still feel his chakra enter the sword and then return from it as if it were a part of his body, a natural part of his chakra system. Hikaru’s eyes then went to set themselves on Zettai once again. ”You’ve come here uncalled for and given me the finest piece of craftsmanship in all of Kumo….now I must ask, What is it that I can do for you?”Hikaru asked, his voice considerably more welcoming then it had been earlier. The amount of gasps that his office aids let out after he offered this stranger a favor was unexpected, he didn’t do such a thing very often. What’s even more surprising is the fact that he actually went behind his desk, pulled his thick, comfortable chair out into the open, and offered Zettai a seat in it with a quick hand motion. The Raikage then sat on the edge of his own desk and crossed his arms once more, awaiting a request and a name from his guest.[/size] |
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 18, 2008 15:01:13 GMT -5
Zettai thought for a moment, taking a seat in the chair offered. "Y'know. A nice girl who won't slap me all the time could work.." He rubbed his face, his cheeks still slightly red from the slapping. "Or one who doesn't throw chairs." Zettai shuddered at the flashback of the chairs being thrown at him. He reminded himself to be more careful next time. Looking at the crowd of people in the room Zettai spoke in defense, "What? I was joking man.. After all, you'd never find a girl like that."
Zettai laughed after he said that, realizing that what he said was probably true. Zettai sighed a bit, getting up. "Forget the impossible, how about just letting me chill with you for a bit? You have to admit, there are things that we can both learn from each other. And.. I'm awesome, and you're a Thunder God. Things could get very interesting. Zettai nudged Hikaru in the shoulder, laughing a bit once more. He walked around the room, taking a look at things.
"Besides, I haven't been to the Country of Lightning in.. well since I was born. Nice to check things out again." Zettai continued searching, stopping after a while and looking over one of the men's shoulders. He began reading something on the desk before moving on. "It's ok if you don't want me around, I can move on." Zettai turned, looking at Hikaru. "Though.. I am interested to see just what the Raikage can do. After all, a Thunder God must be very powerful."
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 19, 2008 0:29:34 GMT -5
Listening to Zettai’s every word before responding, Hikaru finally nodded his head in agreement without hesitation or taking time to think things over. He was surprised that all this man asked for was a place to wait out the storm, a place to lay his head. Hikaru didn’t see anything wrong with the idea at the moment, he needed a change of pace to help him wind down after a stressful week. His attendants, on the other hand, foresaw that this man would most likely rub Yondaime Raikage the wrong way before all things were said and done. It was their mental judgment against the Raikage’s, only time would tell who was the wiser of the two sides.
As the office aids said in a frustrated silence, glaring at the back of the mans head and cursing him for getting the Raikage off task, Hikaru took to mind the last handful of words Zettai had just spoken. They got his mind stirring for one reason or another. "Though.. I am interested to see just what the Raikage can do. After all, a Thunder God must be very powerful." Hikaru was smirking now, still perched on the corner of his desktop. A lightning bolt tore through the air outside the window and reminded him that a great storm was still in progress. This atmosphere, this weather, would be the perfect scene for him to showcase some his talents in. He didn’t mean anything like summoning the ThunderBird, he meant showing what he himself was capable of. But, he had already gotten himself soaking wet once today and wasn’t exactly jumping at the thought of a repeat. That meant, in order to go outside and stay dry, he had to move faster then the rain…
Hikaru rose from his seated position on the desk and began to root around in some of the drawers. He brought a crystal ball into view and sat it on it’s stand in the center of his desk, motioning for Zettai to gather around and watch his display. Pouring chakra into the crystal ball, Hikaru forced it to a show an image of one of Kumo’s city gates, the one positioned furthest from their current location. Hikaru used his right index finger to point out one detail in particular, a large straw hat that one of the city guards was wearing.
”Keep you eyes on him…and don’t blink.”
In order to guarentee the protection of Kumogakure’s inhabitants, Hikaru had the shiki he used to mark the destination of his Hiraishin no Jutsu branded into several key locations in the Village Hidden in the Clouds. They were spots such as the Fallen Shinobi Memorial, the Event Stadium, the Ninja Academy, and all of the City Gates. It would take most shinobi a couple of minutes to get from the tower to the specified gate. Smiling, Hikaru was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and that exact straw hat tilted on his head. His clothes, of course, were still dry, but the hat was as wet as can be. He literally moved from point A to point B and back in a time faster then most men would use to blink. Thus was the effect of the Flying Thunder God Technique. It moved faster then any normal Shushin could manage, and it didn't require the use of hand seals.
”So you were born in Lightning Country, yet you lived your life somewhere else? Could it be that you’ve found a more interesting place to call home…..? I don’t think I caught your name.”
Hikaru jerked the hat off of his spiky hair and tossed it aside without care, it had outlived its usefulness for the day. |
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 19, 2008 7:16:26 GMT -5
Zettai shrugged, a simple and light meaning gesture. He himself was still staring at the globe, a light smile on his face. "That jutsu, was interesting." Extreme speed without seals, a very interesting skill indeed. It was almost like a pure-teleport. Still smiling, Zettai assumed there must be some kind of drawback, like everything else in this world.
After coming to his conclusion, Zettai decided to answer Hikaru's questions. The first questioned answered, would be the matter of his name. "Zettai Rosuto Koden, that's my name." Zettai laughed a bit, the thought of all the troubles his name had given him in foreign countries. To him life was a game, play to win and you end up losing. Play to end the game and you end up dieing. What really mattered was getting the most out of each level of the game, this way you were ready for each level and had some fun as well.
With that in mind, Zettai took his time to answer the first question. He had purposely waited to answer that one, because it was the one he thought most annoying to him. For now, Zettai looked out a window, staring into Kumogakure. "Yes, I was born here. However, I have no true home so I have found no other home. I wander, from parts of the world to parts of the world, and I've seen many interesting sights indeed." Zettai smiled thinking about some of those sights.
Snapping out of his light daydream, Zettai turned around again. "I was born here, but raised on the move to the Earth Country then in the Earth Country itself. Ever since I was young I've been wandering, and I've been wandering almost all of my life when you look at it in general. So it's not that I've found a more interesting place to call home, because then I needed a home in the first place."
Zettai shook his head slightly from left to right, a simple gesture that he did as he began thinking to himself again. He then decided to speak once more. "Wandering isn't easy, I'll admit that. You constantly wish you had a nice, warm meal and place to stay. However, some of the sights you see and people you meet are well worth the trouble, and I've had my fair share of both. Therefore, I'm not complaining." Zettai laughed again, back in good humor. It didn't take a lot to humor Zettai, or it did and he only seemed to humor himself. (With lame jokes? - Where's the freakin' joke in this post? I don't see it. This guy is laughing at anything >_>')[
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 19, 2008 12:57:52 GMT -5
Hikaru’s blue orbs strayed to the top right corner of his eye sockets will he listened intently to the mans story. For each piece of his past that Zettai brought into the light, Hikaru formed three more questions in his head. He didn’t intend on swarming Zettai with a barrage of questionnaires at the moment, but he wanted to pull out as much information as he could currently could if the man was going to linger near him for awhile. Hikaru could recall, with great detail, a time when he and the third were graced with the presence of a most random visitor. It ended up being an assassination attempt.
”I see. That leads me to ask exactly why did you travel so extensively? Were you trying to escape someone or something here in lightning Country? And….who taught you to manipulate Raiton the way you do?”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to conclude that this man was skilled with Raiton. Something was missing though, that one key piece of information that brought the story to a state of completion had been left out. The Raikage wasn’t the only one that felt this way, however. One of his attendants took it upon himself to commit that name, Zettai Rosuto Koden, to memory and run a brief background check on it. He got up from his seat on one of the couches and exited through a door to the left, it led to a miniature library of events and people. If was for times when the Raikage needed quick access to a file but didn’t have time to travel to the actual archive building.
Pushing off of the wall and walking across the room, Hikaru strode slowly to a corner and poured himself a drink. He brought two of them over and sat them on the corner of his desk, making sure he didn’t get any of his papers wet. Sipping out of one of the glasses, he left the other for Zettai. Whatever they were drinking, it was spiked with sake.
”I hope you don’t mind if I resume my paperwork while you continue speaking. I have much that needs to be done.”
Hikaru stated, then he picked right back up where he left off without waiting for a reply. His office aids were all wrapped up with other things, so it was less of a hassle this time around. The Lightning Shadow was free to read at his own pace and sign whatever he so pleased.
The sword that Zettai had given to him, Ikazuchi no Tenshu, was in the way now, as was his crystal ball. Hikaru put the crystal ball away in another one of his numerous drawers and placed the sword gently on a wall mount beside the scroll he had put up earlier. He started writing again and looked up to Zettai only briefly, taking a quick sip of his sake-laced drink before speaking.
”As soon as I’m done here, we can go downstairs and feast.” |
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 19, 2008 13:28:47 GMT -5
Zettai glanced at Hikaru, his eyes sharp as glass. "In a sense, I run to escape my past. Now it's become a type of habit, I can't help wandering anymore." He began to walk around the room, once again avoiding Hikaru's next question. He didn't bother to do anything until Hikaru started to write and do paperwork.
Zettai spun the glass in his hands, looking at the contents inside. "Everything has water inside, watch." Zettai put the glass down and held one hand over it. His fingers danced in the air, the water rising out of the glass and separating itself from the sake and following his fingers' every command. He smiled as they moved, nodding to Hikaru.
"Heh, It's not just Raiton that I manipulate." Zettai caused the water to dance around the room before returning it to the glass, staring at Hikaru through the corner of his eyes. "My parents helped teach me how to master Raiton as well as Doton. However, I taught myself the rest." He laughed a bit at the thought of telling this man the range of his manipulation, telling a complete stranger..
Zettai should his head slightly and looked back at Hikaru. "As for people after me, I've never had trouble taking care of them before. Therefore, I'm not worried. You shouldn't be either, if I was after you I wouldn't waste time getting to know you.. that'd probably make me change my mind since I've come to respect you a bit." Zettai chuckled a little more, spinning the glass in his hands once more. Taking a sip, Zettai was amazed that it retained its original taste after being separated and mixed so much.
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 19, 2008 16:17:14 GMT -5
Hikaru’s fingers danced and twirled in the exact same pattern every few seconds, ink trailed out of the tip of his pen and created his signature. Hikaru glanced up as well, It looked somewhat like he was glaring with the way his face was tilted down and his blue orbs were rising. As he had been doing the entire time before, Hikaru listened carefully to Zettai’s every little word. Whenever the time came for him observe another one of his guests abilities, he allowed his pen to rest on the desktop and stood tall, both his light blue eyes focused hard.
”It’s said that the typical jounin has two chakra affinities, and a kage level ninja has three.”
Hikaru smirked after this, that gave him an idea just how strong this man really was. He was at least kage level, but it would underestimating him to say that was it. Walking back around to the front of the desk and taking another drink from his glass, Hikaru ran his right index finger along the slightly wet rim before downing it completely. Drinking was a hobby for him, but he never did so until the point where his better judgment was impaired.
Then, Zettai address a subject Hikaru didn’t expect him to touch. He said a handful of words that Hikaru didn’t think he would, or at least not this soon after having met one another. Zettai made it known that he respected the Raikage, even if it was only a small measure. As the Raikage, Hikaru was used to things such as respect, he was shown it all day, every day. But, he and Zettai hardly knew one another at the moment.
”I can honestly say, Zettai Koden, I respect you as well.”
Hikaru sat his empty glass down on the desk and watched the ice melt, slowly, drip by drip. He could hear the foot steps of Kumogakure residents and shinobi pounding down the hall as they all went about their daily lives.
”Your story….is no longer that of a homeless man. Kumogakure is where you belong….and we are in need of…Sannin…”
Yondaime pulled his eyes up off the diminishing ice cube just in time to see one of his aides jump up from his seat and object via facial expression.
”Lord Raikage, you’ve only just met this man. Don’t you think you should take time to-”
"-…Time. It seems that overwhelming stacks of sliced wood run this Village sometimes. It will take time to put all of his information on paper, and it will take time for me to sign those papers since things are first come, first served.”
Walking towards the open doors and stepping out into the hall, Hikaru grinned devilishly. He loved getting these people worked up by making sudden decisions that they had no say in. His stomach started to groan, and the Raikage instinctively placed a hand on it in a soothing manner.
”Which means Zettai still has time to make me change my mind or refuse. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, it’s time for lunch."
A blinding light filled the room through the stein glass window, lightning was running wild outside. The weather was growing more hostile by the second. Hikaru pivoted on one foot and started walking down the hallway to his right at a brisk pace. They could all stay and talk in his office if they so chose, or they could tag along, he didn’t care. At the moment though, ten agitated Kumogakure ninja were throwing scowls Zettai’s way.
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 19, 2008 16:42:59 GMT -5
Zettai himself was a bit stunned at prospect of being a possible sannin. He had hear of them, but rarely met one. Thinking for a moment, Zettai laughed at the reactions of the other council members. He shook his head slightly when the other council member jumped up, realizing that he did have a point. However, so did Hikaru who cut him off and gave his reply.
Zettai shrugged as Hikaru left, remembering his last words. "Whatever happens.. Happens." Zettai looked at the council members. He stared each in the eye, and shrugged. "Hate me all you want, I could care less." The next part, he thought to himself. It's what I believe about me that truly matters. My actions determine who I am, how and why I act are simple mediators in the decision. What anyone else thinks its trivial, and only matters if I let it affect my decision.. Ehh, who cares?
Zettai shrugged to himself, following Hikaru out. His stomach suddenly started to rumble as well as he just remembered he hadn't eaten. With a sigh at his luck, Zettai walked out of the room. Thinking of the prospect of a possible good meal as well as a chance at being a sannin. As he walked he thought of another question. He kept the thought to himself however, too hungry to speak out loud. Uhh, what was a sannin again?..
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 19, 2008 23:34:24 GMT -5
His pace didn’t slow in the least, the Raikage was quite anxious to reach the dining halls down on the second floor. The building was set up with the entire first floor being an enormous lobby, the place where most of the Kumo citizens spent their time when they had business to tend to here. The second floor was more a waiting room, and there was a large space that served as a dining hall and kitchen. Only people who had to wait extended amounts of time to get their requests filled were allowed here, the Raikage wanted to accommodate his people without overstuffing the room with unnecessary bodies. The third floor was the place where most of the business was done, it was a giant office and a library in one, and only authorized persons were allowed inside for the majority of the day. The fourth floor was the office of the Raikage, and there were many side attachments that had multiple uses. The fifth floor, well, it was still being debated on.
Hikaru didn’t pay much attention to what was going on around him, he didn’t notice if anyone was following him and he didn’t make an effort to look at the people he passed by. Although many things were going through his mind right now, nourishing his body was his top priority. He had just stepped foot off of the stair well and was starting to advance up the halls of the second floor when he was attacked.
”Lord Raikage! Lord Raikage! Stop for a moment!”
A extra one hundred or so pounds wrapped around his left leg, the sudden increase in weight made it hard for him to step at first. All Hikaru could see when he looked down was a tussle of dark brown hair on top of a perky, bright red face. The little girl wrapped around his waist was out of breath and sweating profoundly, yet she still had enough energy to wear a smile that consumed the entire lower half of her face. Children were indeed a mystery.
“Rikku, What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in class and why is that bandage on your cheek?”
What should have been light brown in color was a dark shade of maroon, blood was still flowing underneath the large, cloth patch on the young girls face. Frowning somewhat, Hikaru tilted his head to the side and rushed her for an answer with his eyes. She always giggled when Hikaru tried to use his stern face on her. It made him look like a grumpy porcupine in her personal opinion. She squeezed tighter on the Kage’s thigh, refusing to let go for fear that he might use one of his jutsu to disappear.
”Don’t you know, the academy let out early because of the weather. Some of the other kids think that a big storm is going to mess everything up, but I told them you’d tame it before that happened…”
She giggled once more, her eyes suddenly coming alive with an intense wave of optimism and desire. This led Hikaru to believe that she wanted him to ask about the bandage.
”I’m doing good in school though, and my brother just taught me a new jutsu. He showed me how to do it two weeks ago, but I finally got it down. It’s C-rank, and I’m gonna use it in front of everyone the day I become a gennin.”
The girl had goggles hanging around her neck, the spot was reserved for her head band once she graduated.
”And when I become a gennin, I can join Team Yondaime and work to become Godaime…riiight?”
”…That’s right, but your graduation is a long time away. You’ll probably have to train with Godaime.”
Hikaru rebutted, his hands on his hips. His stomach was roaring now more then ever, he was sure that Rikku could hear it as close to him as she was. He felt like a koala, of a kangaroo. He had to get this girl off his leg now. Using his hands to pry her arms from around his thighs, Hikaru kneeled down to come to her level and put both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him and listen carefully to his words. This was an important thing he was about to say.
”Do your parents know you’re here?”
She shrugged.
”I don’t think so.”
Sighing, Hikaru’s head dropped slightly. The tips of his blond horns grazed her forehead slightly and tickled her fair skin. After allowing her a moment to giggle, Hikaru took up a serious voice tone.
”It’s too dangerous to send you outside. Go downstairs and have someone get in touch with your parents, tell them its by my orders that you came, then come back up and get yourself something to eat. After that, you’ll go all the way to the fifth floor, check into a room, and study for tomorrows lessons until someone comes to pick you up. Understand?”
Rikku nodded and then scurried away like a rabbit that had just been startled by human appearance. Rising with his hands on his stomach again, Hikaru walked at a slower pace then before towards the large doors of the dining hall. He could smell a variety of different aroma’s behind those doors, and all the time he had spent negotiating with an eleven year old had certainly given Zettai time to catch up.
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Post by Shadow Dragon on Mar 20, 2008 9:04:40 GMT -5
All this time, Zettai had been walking to catch up to Hikaru. However, he had started to see some interesting things and it was all he could do to keep himself from wandering. He stopped to stare at a room, before remembering that he had to catch up with Hikaru. Running whiles looking for the man, Zettai saw him talking to a little girl.
He smiled to himself. "I see." He waited, respectfully, until Hikaru had finished talking and the girl left. He had listened to every word, he himself not being able to keep himself from eavesdropping. Well, he had waited out of respect and interest to see what Hikaru would do. When Hikaru finished talking, he walked over to him. "So, the Thunder God does have a nice side? Even more interesting than you magnificent raiton abilities.. which I've heard of and never seen."
Zettai laughed at the last remark. After all, he could wait a bit to see Hikaru's power. He was pretty sure Hikaru wouldn't show him all of his power anyway, not unless he really attacked him. Zettai himself didn't want to attack Hikaru, so he decided he'd wait. After all, things got more interesting by the minute.
Zettai walked beside Hikaru as they went towards the large doors to the dining hall. When he smelled the aromas, he gave a strong cat whistle. "Wow, you must have some good food being Raikage and all." Zettai was amazed that food could taste so good. It was probably because Zettai practically lived off the food he hunted and picked from trees and bushes for the past eighteen years.
"Do you like being Raikage?" Zettai's last question was sudden, but serious. There was a hint of interest in his voice. He had heard about the kages, their abilities, their fame, their houses, and their villages. However, he had never heard them say whether they liked their position or not. Zettai himself had to know, because he didn't get why someone would go through all this if they didn't like it in the end. He waited for his answer, still walking with Hikaru. He would probably wait for the answer until the end of the day if he had to. After all, you don't get asked that question by a stranger very often.
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Post by Makoto Hikaru on Mar 20, 2008 13:14:28 GMT -5
Looking over at Zettai out the corner of his eyes, Hikaru couldn’t exactly think of anything to say in regards to his nice side. Everyone had one, no matter who you were, where you came from, or what you planned on doing in life. That was what Hikaru believed deep down inside. Even the villainous creature of the night that lived only to erase the existence of others had a certain light somewhere inside of him, bound in shackles and pushed to the farthest corner of the soul. For Hikaru, it was all a matter of when he had a chance to let that nice side out. It certainly wasn’t as often as he should and wanted to, emotions such as stress and fatigue limited his actions.
The question that came afterwards was one he’d been asked to answer many times over the past few years. Council members, random jounin, academy students, one of his brothers, past team mates, even the third asked him if he was fond of being a Kage shortly after Hikaru took the title. He offered that he could come out of retirement and resume the role of Raikage if Hikaru couldn’t take it, but Hikaru told him the same thing he was about to say to Zettai.
”I’d be lying if I said that there weren’t times that I want to dish out Chidori at random, and there are days when I want to barricade myself inside my office and take a week off, but in the end, I find myself smiling more then I frown.”
Hikaru pushed the large, wooden doors of the dining hall open with both hands, allowing his nose to take in the full force of aroma that he’d run into earlier. The first thing that one would notice when they entered the room was a ledge ¾’s of the way up the wall. It was far enough out for a human being to stand comfortably on without worry of falling ten or so feet to the floor. There were close to seven figures spaced out on the ledge of each wall, making a total of twenty eight in the room all together. Each figure dawned a black cloak and hood, and a unique ANBU Black Ops mask. Four of them had a beige cloak instead of black, but none of them moved even the slightest bit. They simply stood their, unflinching, watching as life went on beneath them. Fourteen of those figures just so happened to be life size wax replicas, and the remaining fourteen were actual ANBU members.
The overall theme of the dining hall was that of a formal ball room. The walls were dark brown in color and glossy, reflecting light from the mini lanterns that clung to them, and the floor were marble and white. There were several long, rectangular tables lined up in vertical rows in the room, all of them just as dark in color and glossy in appearance. What ever kind of wood was used in this room, it was both strong and beautiful to look at. The use of coasters was suggested, as not to ruin the wood with sweating glasses.
Towards the back of the room was a raised platform, something like a stage, with three tables running horizontally instead of vertically. This was were Hikaru went and sat, sitting in the middle of the center table.
”I enjoy being a role model figure, and I enjoy being the problem solver. I enjoy being the center pillar of the great structure that is Kumogakure and I enjoy being the protector. Most of all, I love the fact that I’ve come farther then most expected me to.”
Hikaru continued after seating himself. There were others in the hall, but for the most part, it wasn’t as full as you’d think. Even in here, he could still hear the rumbling storm that went on outside these walls. A man whose wardrobe suggested he was a chef approached them shortly after Hikaru seated himself.
”Is there anything in particular I can get you today, Raikage-sama?”
The light blue orbs of the Raikage darted from the chef to Zettai, then back to the chef, and once again to Zettai. Taking the hint, the man took a step over and waited to take Zetti’s order before he filled Hikaru’s.
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