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 Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:28 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 9:50 am
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Step, he told himself. He recited the word in his mind over and over until it was commonplace. It was a rhythm. Every 0.267 seconds, he would step. Over time he memorized the rhythm perfectly, balancing his body to it. It was a form of training, so that he could move faster without falling all over himself; it was training his balance. More important than that, it suited another desire, one more distinct to him. Kleine enjoyed the familiarity of the rhythm, it was something to think about to keep his mind from other topics that were unwanted at the moment. Like what he'd be doing tonight, who he'd be doing or who he'd be hunting. It was a constant dance between violence, debauchery and that one metronome in his head: the rhythm. Step, step, step.
He preferred the metronome over the blood and the sex, in the morning. The evening removed his hesitation regarding such things. A different him awakened, not an alternative persona but just one fueled by desires that clung to humility while the sun still reigned.
As he walked, he made his way upon the botanical gardens. Perhaps this place would bring him something interesting, or someone. He had not had the time to explore the more luxurious places of his home village, always battling for power or supremacy in one field or another. Right now, he was in that sort of mood that wanted to explore and venture into new fields. Not literally, of course. "Welcome to the botanical gardens!" A lady spoke. The voice was so loud and deafening, and his eyes dare not wander to her. He simply handed her a ticket, one he'd just bought from some machine only a few seconds prior. It was to allow him in, to this garden funded quite clearly by some sort of nag and her extortion.
He did not see many people, and fewer still of interest. But he did see one, a shinobi quite clearly, you could always tell. He was meditating. He had a distinct hair color, some dark, some light. He almost seemed sort of strange because of that, but Kleine didn't mind strange. He embraced it.
He stepped forward to the boy, and offered only a few words to get something going. It wasn't as if he had a reason for coming over to him, so he would not pry into uncertainty by overstaying his welcome. Though he didn't really care if he seemed precipitous or not. "Good morning," he started. "Searching for the spiritual world? Or are you meditating simply for the sake of it?" He smiled rather faintly, and took a seat next to the other male. "Kleine," he held out a hand for a shake. "If you'd like, perhaps we can search for spirits together," he laughed. "I've never tried meditation before."
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:03 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 12:34 am
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[Aight, now that my mission's done and my crew jobs are mostly settled, expect me to reply often from this point on!]
Spectacular? Maybe. No, not really. He did not care for things such as plants and animals. He did not even care for nature or the environment at all, as it was only a base on which the men may roam. These things distracted from what truly was the most interesting creation in the world: humans, their ambitions, their secrets that they could not tell lest they all destroy themselves. Plants meant nothing to him. This place was more than a garden for the roses to bloom. It was a hall for the people; whether pretentious or down to earth, whether weak or strong, whether soon to be dead or to continue to live on. He came here to decide these things for them, and to act based on such decisions. This guy right here, the one who talked to him, was certainly different. Unique in his way, but maybe he was misguided. What did something like meditation really do for a man? He supposed it depended on your type of person. Kleine -- frankly -- found no entertainment in something as mundane as clearing his mind. He preferred the excitement, the feeling of blood stretching from the tip of a man's head to his feet. He craved adventure more than a moderate existence alongside those who feared to leap, lest they fall.
"They are spectacular, you're right," he lied. He did not enjoy to offend, or get off on the wrong foot. That went against his game; his desire to lock a person's thoughts to himself, so that he could choose the direction by his own desire. "Though my sights fall to the people. Like you, for example, Ninigi no Mikoto. That's an interesting name. Sounds more like a title than a name, honestly. Kleine no Kusa would be mine, by that route. Is Mikoto the name of some small village you came from, maybe? Do care to explain." He looked him in the eyes. Perhaps it was obvious that Kleine was strange, sort of not all there. Or maybe he just seemed especially bubbly, or especially precipitous. He did not know. He only waited patiently for an answer.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 12:51 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 12:46 am
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The man laughed a little at Ninigi's reaction to his question, one that he knew to be very precipitous and equally pointless. "Don't worry about it. I was mostly just talking aloud." He enjoyed the fine details, the subtle things. He enjoyed things that others simply let go away, without ever inquiring. Perhaps Ninigi was not the same. It didn't matter. He didn't need them to have that in common. "Take a walk?" He asked. Interesting proposal. It seemed like Ninigi was perhaps a little -- or very -- interested in him, which meant that he was doing it right. Playing his game. He nodded. "Sure," he replied. "And there are other things I'd care to do as well. Buy you a drink. Ingest it with you on a nice, outdoor table with an umbrella suspended up high. I don't get to do things that I like often. So I'll take this opportunity." He grinned, and stared the Uchiha in the eyes.
"Okay?" He clarified, simply for the sake of doing so. Then he began to wonder where they might go. Perhaps a western-styled dinner, or some seafood. Or maybe they'd just run out by the lake and experience the breeze together. Either way, Kleine felt that it would be an experience. Regardless of whether it meant anything, he wanted to have a day entirely to his own devices, one without burden. One with complete liberty.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:29 am
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The young man raised his eyebrow slightly, observing that quite instantaneously, Ninigi almost grew hesitant of his presence. Did he notice something strange about Kleine in particular, or was he simply a wary fellow? He wasn't sure. But that meant that perhaps Kleine was to be wary as well; wary of the man's observations, wary of his own potentially dangerous intentions. He would be sure to not act with too positive a gleam. "A fine start indeed," he said. The tall, muscular man began to walk with the young shinobi down the path. He stared at his feet, on and off, as he stepped and stepped. Then he stared at his own. Then he stared at the sky through the glass. It was somewhat awkward until eventually the boy spoke to him, breaking the silence. "I'm a weapon's specialist. Sort of a diverse shinobi more than anything. I don't like to devote myself too much to one practice." That was true. One thing about Kleine was that he was always truthful, no matter what. He never concealed his identity or facts about himself. If someone asked him right now if he was a murderer, he would say yes. If they asked him if he was Double Take, he would say yes. It was true.
"I hail from Kusagakure," he continued. "I was born in this village, raised here. I don't expect to die here, however." No, his ambitions were sky high. They went beyond these walls, all the way to the gates of the divine. "My ancestors came from lands far north of here, where the snows eclipse the rolling hills and the plains six months out of twelve. When they grew tired of all the sickness and the hard living, they came down south as a contingent of thousands of men and carved their way to Kusa. They have since been one of the greatest families in Kusa no Kuni." But they had grown weak, and he knew that. Only Lucifer and Kleine, out of all of them, remained strong. The two of them were the prodigies that the family needed to return to its former glory. He was well aware.
"Creative adventure you've got planned out, huh? I would enjoy some tea, and sake. Though your other plans are fairly ambitious, aren't they? Barbeque's require a lot of preparation, aha." He was sure he could manage it, though, if he could take a trip back to his house before the grand event. "If that's what you want, though," he added, "Then consider it done. I don't mind." He smiled slightly, and contemplated the direction the rest of the night would endure. "Do you wanna go to my place, so we can grab the required instruments? We can drink while we're there."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 1:58 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 2:44 am
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Kind to offer? Maybe he was. It all depended on what happened afterwards. It depended on whether or not he would choose to cherish the company of the white-streaked boy, or abhor it. So far, he was unsure of him. He enjoyed his company, he could tell that he was powerful, and smart enough to last. He could also tell that he was attracted to men. It was fairly obvious just from a single glance that to some extent, he desired Kleine. That was fine. He enjoyed being desired. It was a part of what allowed him to function as the lustful, spiteful creature that he was; his looks gave him great power, as charm was often as deadly a weapon as a blade, or a poison. In all honesty he could not say if the desire was mutual. Kleine often desired the bodies of other people. He eagerly sought to bring himself pleasure, and often used other men as a conduit. Thing was, it was a narcissistic, selfish practice more than anything. His actual taste for Ninigi depended. Kleine liked strength above anything.
The man looked at him briefly before he turned to step away, and towards his home. He was lean, sort of Kleine's type in that regard. His hair was unique. He was young and his complexion showed it, it was sort of a precious look, though he could also see the deadliness in his eyes. He wasn't entirely vulnerable, that was more clear as time went on. And yet he still thirsted for something, as he was still receptive to Kleine's words and offers. "Let's go, Ninigi," Kleine said, straightforwardly.
He continued down the path, outside of the gardens and through the village, stepping from the pavement of the road to the grass, to the stones, to the dirt by the lake. The large and beautiful village was territory to him, he knew every shortcut and every nook and cranny. He never allowed himself to get over the scenic view that came with each stretch until he found his way home. It was stunning even now, as a man.
When he arrived at his abode, he unlocked the door with a tiny key hidden in his jacket pocket. He glanced to the shinobi and invited him inside, then switching on the lights to reveal a fairly sizeable home. It was fit for a middle class man with no wife, no children and no obligations. It was fit for Kleine; everything about it was as the man who owned it, the walls were painted a crimson red with black carpets and all sorts of bizarre imaginings surrounding the rooms. Cult-like themes, penny dreadfuls and others; it was fairly obvious that he was not normal. But Ninigi already knew that. "You can grab a drink from my fridge," he told him. The man set down his belongings and peeled off his jacket, leaving a tank-top behind. "How old are you, by the way? I'm nineteen." He figured the boy was somewhere near sixteen, perhaps slightly higher or slightly lower. "And where are your parents? You mentioned you had a master... and he named you at your parent's request? Why did they not simply name you themselves?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 3:02 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:48 pm
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