Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
There was absolutely nothing to do in this village. Kiyomaru was always so bored, and it was simply unacceptable. He could hear his own footsteps as the soles of his feet came into contact with the ground. That kind of sheer lack of sound bothered him. He wasn't one that could stand the quiet; Kiyomaru always had to be hearing some form of noise, whether it be annoying to others or not, some abundance of it was required to please him. Besides the fact that Kumogakure was so simply high didn't help the fact, save for a few strong winds that might pass themselves by those who dwell in the sky's domain. It simply came down to this: there was not enough activity in the village. Most people seemed frightened of Kiyomaru, anyhow, but he couldn't in the slightest imagine why that was. Perhaps it was him that made his surroundings so quiet? No, that couldn't be. He took a moment before exclaiming, "Kih!". The Genin was used to people being afraid of him; it was quite exhilarating for him, really, to know that his mere presence scared the likes of those that he'd lived with for years. Or maybe it was months... It didn't matter. He'd called the village his home for some time, at least. Time enough, in his eyes, and that was all that was important. Whilst twirling his spinal cord around in the air, Kiyomaru continued walking down the quiet paths. Maybe everyone thought that he was weird. That would overjoy him. There was nothing wrong with being different. Or perhaps the people were keeping to themselves as to... Not get struck by his long string of vertebrae. No, that was preposterous. If he wanted to hit them, he would have done so already. Simply any form of amusement worked. He'd nothing else to occupy his hands, so why not use his own bone to entertain himself? Kiyomaru didn't see anything wrong with that. Continuing to swirl his spinal cord around in the air, as if he were some cowboy from the old west, he began talking to himself out of his sheer boredom. "What to do, what to- Oh!" Breaking his slow and seemingly analytical speech- despite its true form of sheer lack of enthusiasm-, he made a quick exclamation, having his attention be directly changed to a new subject. A small creature caught the glimpse of his eye. It seemed to be a mouse, although it could have been otherwise; Kiyomaru didn't really care what it was, exactly. He recognized it as something to do, and that was all that he cared about. As the creature ran between his legs and off into the village, the Genin allowed himself to speak quickly before chasing after it. "Hey Brain, let's take over the world!" Wherever the rodent ran to, Kiyomaru quickly made his way to, all the same. It seemingly dashed into a small building. The... Electro-Shack, the Genin recalled. Or at least, that's what he thought it was called. Maybe it was the Shocking-Palace. It was some silly name, but Kiyomaru didn't care. His focus was too intently placed on the mouse. Due to his simply lack of caring as to what others thought of him, and, being in his own world, his intentions were completely raveled in following the creature wherever it went, until he caught it, for whatever reason he'd had to do so.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Accompanied By: A rodent Location: Voltage Avenue Mood: Playful Thoughts: "What to do, what to do..."
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
The small rodent rushed through the open doors of the Electro-Hut. Yeah, that's what it was called. The Electro-Hut... Shockwave-Palace sounded much better. It figured that Kiyomaru didn't remember, but that wasn't really of any concern to him. His focus was still entirely intact and connected to the mouse. "Won't you play with me?" he loudly inquired of the creature, despite knowing that it wasn't going to reply. "I'll help to take over the world, Brain!" It was evident that Kiyomaru's mind was elsewhere. He seemed completely ignorant of his surroundings, and, one probably could have guessed that he wasn't even aware that he'd just run into an adult's bar. The Genin certainly didn't know, and that was simply that. He'd always figured it was just a restaurant. This didn't change the fact that, perhaps it was rude to merely barge in, whilst chasing a rodent, of all animals, but Kiyomaru didn't care about what was considered "rude" and what wasn't. No, he cared about having fun and being entertained, and so far, the mouse was proving to be very worthy. No one knew his age, so, at the very least, it was unlikely that he would be kicked out. For the reason of age, that was. As he continued chasing the creature, he seemingly rammed his face directly into the back of a female. The mouse had escaped Kiyomaru, as it scurried between the woman's legs and onward into the depths of the restaurant. Completely ignoring the fact that he'd just run into a person- and, the Raikage, nonetheless- he began talking to himself. "Darn... Well, I guess that was fun! But what to do, now..." His tone trailed off as he heard the mention of drinking. Despite the fact that it came from the female of whom he'd just encountered on a far from polite term and her male companion, he decided he would push himself into the conversation. "Hey, can I join you?" He inquired, curiously. "Drinking is fun for adults, isn't it? I mean..." His voice trailed off, as he refrained from referencing what other "fun" the two might be getting into, later. Perhaps he was interrupting something important, or, seemingly important, but he didn't care. He'd never been drinking before, and he was curious, now. Since no one knew his age, no one could say that he wasn't eligible, at least. A smile lit up on his face. He'd heard so much about people drinking at parties and how fun it was to be drunk. Kiyomaru wanted to experience it, too.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru blankly stared past the man, as his mind was caught on something else. What he was saying didn't sound very important. The Genin was listening, but only partially, as his thoughts wandered the restaurant. In an instant, as the man spoke of both Kiyomaru's own name, as well as his age, he stared, quietly. "Kih! You don't know how old I am. No one does." He took a moment before adding in one other statement. "I don't even know my age!" After saying that, the boy began laughing, in a manner full of hilarity. He thought it was amusing that someone would presume his age. If he didn't know how long he'd been alive, surely no one else would. That was simply that. If Kiyomaru didn't know, no one else knew. The man was right that he was only a Genin, but people entered the ranks of the Genin at all ages. The boy had hardly any knowledge of his own past, seemingly as if it were wiped from existence. He laughed, again. Kiyomaru continued listening, now, as he was more curious as to what the man with the salsa-like hair had to say. "Don''t be such a downer! Life exists for us to enjoy it; we don't have time for solemn occasions." Despite the Genin's playful and happy-go-lucky tone remaining in his voice, there was somehow a sense of seriousness underlying it. After having given his less than long speech, Kiyomaru sat down upon the floor of the restaurant. He didn't want to leave. These two made him lose track of Brain, and now they were going to the extent of blatantly telling him to remove himself from the vicinity. He hadn't even realized what he'd done wrong. He was simply oblivious to the fact. Looking up to both the Raikage and her male companion, he began speaking, again. "Look, I won't cause any trouble or anything! Maybe after you're done, we can play, and I can help cheer you up. You won't even notice that I'm here!" Kiyomaru was intent on staying. After having been told to leave, he couldn't help the fact. That simply gave him more motivation for keeping himself close.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru wasn't sure what he was going to expect from the man. He seemed like there was something troubling him. The Genin didn't understand why he was so down. He simply didn't understand why anyone could ever be down. Life had so much to offer, and yet people still find ways to dwell on the parts that are less exciting. The pieces of it that aren't fun, and that aren't exciting. Oh well. After thinking about it, his thoughts shifted once again. Curious as to where Brain went, Kiyomaru began moving his body to so he could look around the room. There was no sign of the mouse. This made the boy very upset. He wanted to play, and chasing the little creature was a very effective and fun way of doing so. If only that lady hadn't gotten in the way... Maybe then he'd still be enjoying himself, instead of listening to the Raikage's companion's lecture. All he wanted to do was stay and experience a new kind of fun. He didn't want to cause any trouble, despite the fact that, he probably would do so, anyhow. Whether it be intentional or unintentional completely depended on the context, but it was likely to happen, nonetheless. It was simply in his nature. As Kiyomaru continued looking for his lost friend, he felt a touch upon his back. It was too sturdy to be a mere passerby; no, this was an assault. The Genin's smile grew wide; his teeth were now showing themselves in a manner that seemed to be a combination between a smirk, and a smile caused by sheer happiness. Someone finally wanted to play. Without turning around, an extreme amount of bones jutted out from his back, penetrating the- what soon came to be revealed as- wood that was coming in to harm himself. Perhaps it was a mistake to pick a fight with Kiyomaru. Blood began oozing down his back from the openings that were created by the eruptive and instantaneous change of body structure. The boy began laughing, as he soon turned his head a complete one hundred eighty degrees to face the source of the attack. "So you want to play with me?
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru watched, in complete interest at the now furious Raikage. Turning his head back into its rightful position, he faced the female. Just as he did this, he also withdrew the bones that had erected themselves from his back. However, the blood still stained his jacket. A wonderful prospect. It was saved for later. The boy certainly knew what he felt when he stumbled into the woman. Sheer pride, but there was something that was clearly bothering her. Her stature was strong, but not rock-solid. Not as powerful as his bone. There was a breaking point in it- a very large one, at that. He changed his focus unto her language. This was no killing intent. It was a different reason. Something that Kiyomaru couldn't comprehend. Ah, well. This didn't concern the Genin. But he would remember her. He would gladly remember her. The massive force, the power, and the emotion... It was simply outstanding. He wanted her to deal all of that unto him. He wanted her to play with him until he bled and cried. How fun that would be. The Genin began blushing at the thought. As Kiyomaru continued daydreaming, he caught the words "leave" and followed by that, "meet me in my office", and lastly, "in private". This was surely enough reason for him to abandon the scene. Maybe he and his playmate could continue their business elsewhere, but... No. Kiyomaru began smiling, with the slight blush still lining his face. He was looking forward to what was to come. It was unlikely that his wishes would be fulfilled, but he didn't care. Those eyes of the Raikage, the boy wouldn't forget. The flame that was held within them, and the sheer rage in her voice. Yet her structure seemed so capable and in control of the situation. She was truly interesting to Kiyomaru. This was something that he couldn't deny. Still smiling, he looked up at the Raikage. "Well..." he began, "It's a date, then!" It was completely unclear as to whether or not he was simply fooling around, or what other meaning he may have meant by this, but it remained sound. The Genin laughed, as he stood up, and ran out of the restaurant, just the same as he'd entered. Of course he knew that he would only find himself coveted by boredom once again, but he'd had other things whose prospects interested him far more than this boredom.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Of course people would continue to hide from Kiyomaru. It seemed he'd made his own reputation. That, or, he was simply threatening or strange enough that people wished to keep away, even after only catching a single glance. How fun. Eventually he would find someone to play with. He already knew the perfect person to play with. He desired the Raikage to play with him. The thoughts of her causing the Genin's blood to shed simply made the boy excited. There was something about her eyes and the way that she carried herself that seemed to make him become addicted, and, he wasn't denying the fact. The boy accepted it with far more than a mere welcoming. Kiyomaru simply wasn't bored, at this point. These ecstatic thoughts were running through his mind, making him blush. He couldn't wait until he received his punishment, although he would be disappointed if she were to only yell at him. A thought soon occurred in his mind. That man that she was with... Perhaps he intended on stealing away the Genin's playmate, and along with that, all of his desires. No, he couldn't allow this. Kiyomaru simply wouldn't allow another person to steal and get off of everything that he'd desired in its prime form. He wanted to learn what it felt like to play with the Raikage. If he were lucky, maybe he would get to feel her blood- smell, or taste it, even. To most, this probably seemed morbid, but the Genin found sheer happiness and pleasure in it. Kiyomaru was walking slightly dazily, and without much focus, due to being lost in his fantasies. Only one thing would break his ecstacy in this moment, and he'd found it. The Genin that had tried to attack him in the restaurant. How coincidental it was to encounter that nuisance probably going to the exact same location as himself. There was no way that Kiyomaru would allow two people to try to steal away what he desired. But he had to thank the kid. If it weren't for him, neither of them would be facing the fury of the Raikage. Kiyomaru ran up to the boy, and kicked his back, right below where the smaller child was perched. That should have effectively knocked him forwards, unexpectedly. He certainly didn't appear on edge or looking out for being attacked, whatsoever. Before making any other movement, and not even checking to make sure that his foot made contact, he shot his arm forward, and pointed his index finger at the larger of the two Genin- the one that had attacked him. "What did you think you were doing, ruining my fun!?" He spoke in a very serious, yet somehow, still playful manner. Kiyomaru was stuck in a place between gratitude and utter annoyance with this fellow. There was a silver lining, and the Genin was going to dish both sides of it out.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Oh, joy. As it turned out, this other Genin was one of the types of people that Kiyomaru had come to dislike- a goody-two-shoes. And yet, why blatantly attack, while knowing the consequences? It was evident that this fellow hadn't put his priorities in check. And who was he to talk about low blows? Kiyomaru knew well that the boy had attacked him only while he was on the ground due to the fact that he'd thought the opponent was at a disadvantage. What a hypocrite he was. Then a thought pushed its way into the Genin's mind. He wouldn't even allow it to process before speaking. "Maybe you don't want to fight because you're afraid of me." Kiyomaru's grin grew widely, as he imagined his clothes and skin becoming stained by this other boy's blood. Even if this comment was made in regards to blood lust, there was still seriousness, despite the lacking of such in his tone. He wouldn't be surprised in the least if this Genin was scared. He had the right to be. Nonetheless, he didn't look like the type that could please Kiyomaru. Not at all. He wasn't true to himself. It was clear that he wanted to attempt to hurt the Genin, but he simply refused to follow through. Kiyomaru's point? This boy wasn't the same as the Raikage.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Observing the two Genin, Kiyomaru smirked. It brought joy to him that they wanted to fight. A pleasure that they wouldn't understand. The pair didn't know just what their opponent was- not that he was sadistic, nor masochistic, and they were simply clueless as to his addiction to blood. They had already triggered the part of Kiyomaru's brain that fueled all of these senses. It was highly unlikely that these two would be able to please the Genin like the Raikage, but it would be entertaining, nonetheless. His grin grew wider as he thought of the prospect. If he couldn't directly reach his desires, he would remove the competition from play. Slowly, Kiyomaru's sadism placed further images of malicious intent into his mind, before he came to a realization as Kaito spoke. They might be late for the Raikage. The mere thought of this irked the boy, but then he thought that, perhaps she would be more frustrated, then. No, sooner was more fitting than better. Kiyomaru's patience didn't last for such lengths. Right now, the boy had to make his way to the Raikage's office. Fighting was for later. There was something strange about Kiyomaru's addiction to the head of the village, but it didn't occur to him. He didn't care if it was out of the ordinary. If he cared about the unorthodox, his life would be far too boring for his tastes. He moved to the side, and, before running off, allowed himself to speak. "I'll take you up on that offer!" His tone was back to its happy-go-lucky state that Kaito may have only witnessed while stalking the Raikage, her companion, and Kiyomaru. After having spoken, the boy began running through the village. It was a moderately long journey, but the prize at the end of the marathon was worth it.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Whilst running towards the Raikage's office, Kiyomaru decided that maybe it would be interesting if he had a tail. He came to believe that the prospect of it seemed extremely enjoyable. Animals always expressed many of their emotions through their tails, so he was curious what it would be like the have one. In an instant, the end of his tailbone began extending, piercing through his skin, causing much blood to become exposed. Controlling the movement of his new found tail with his Shikotsumyo, he began wagging it in the way that an excited dog might. For whatever reason, the Genin found this to be extremely amusing. Getting on both his hands and knees, now, Kiyomaru began running as if he were a quadripedal animal, despite knowing well that he wasn't. This was also how he entered the Raikage's building. Running through the halls on all four of his major limbs, the Genin searched for the woman's office. The building was certainly much larger than it seemed. As Kiyomaru approached his destination, his head hit the door frame in a failed attempt to turn. After having this happen, his tail comprised completely of vertebrae caught itself stuck on the doorknob. The boy found himself staring at the two Genin whom had recently found themselves on his "hit list". "So... Does anyone want to untangle my tail?" Kiyomaru began laughing, as he thought the matter at hand was hilarious. He didn't care what the others thought, but it was more than obvious that it was going to be a first for the both of them.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru turned to Kaito with a slight look of gratitude on his face. Maybe he wasn't so bad, after all. Nah, untangling the Genin's tail was nothing that could fix that boy's errors, but he spoke, anyhow. "Hey, thanks, kid!" His voice remained in Kiyomaru's happy and cheerful existence. Despite this, it was truly only a mask. The boy was a master of acting, as well as lying, and due to his bipolar nature, it was unlikely that anyone would clearly depict whether or not he was being sincere. His words were simply words. Soon, the Genin's focus was taken avast by the pink haired boy. Admittedly, he was cute, but Kiyomaru still disliked him. He wanted to fight- surely. He wished to battle both Kaito and Luciano at the same time. "Two birds with one stone", as they say. The Genin laughed at his own thoughts. What he was going to do was still confused, but the core meaning and purpose remained the same. Kiyomaru looked at the small boy, and blinked. Before speaking, he retracted his tail back into his body- the hole that it had made soon closing itself, afterwards. "Hey, kid!" he exclaimed, making sure that he had the boy's attention. The word "kid" was used only for lack of anything better to say. "After the Raikage gives us our punishment, I will fight you and your buddy, at the same time." Kiyomaru laughed at his own words. The morbid thoughts were returning to his mind, as the head of the village soon forced her way back into his head. "I, unlike you," the Genin paused for dramatic effect, before carrying on. "am looking forward to what the Raikage has to dish out on us."
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Smiling widely, Kiyomaru put his hand upon the head of the pink-haired Genin. This was even better. This led into an even more interesting match. Blood would be shed, yes... And parameters could be tested, just like the two had wanted. The boy laughed a bit, before speaking. "It's a free-for-all, then!" Kiyomaru stood up for a moment, although he was unsure why. He then randomly walked around the room, before seating himself down, upon the floor, once again. He was looking forward to this confrontation. Perhaps he was so jittery because he was excited. Once again, he thought of the Raikage, and couldn't leave early. No- he wasn't capable of that. At this point, nothing seemed to be more important than the woman.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
As Luciano finished speaking, Kiyomaru's attention was directed towards two- clearly evidently- members of Kumogakure's ANBU Black Ops. They were certainly ones to judge. And how good were they of all-knowing, all-seeing villagers? They couldn't even get the Genin's name right. Fuyu and Kiyomaru sounded absolutely nothing alike. "Look, my name is Kiyomaru" The boy spoke slowly, mocking the mistake that the ANBU member made, before further taunting the man. "K-i-y-o-m-a-r-u. Kiyomaru." The Genin stuck his tongue out at the man. He found enjoyment out of the mistake. It was ironic, really. It gave the boy all the more ability to use the words that these "higher-ups" had to say, against them. He laughed, as he returned his tongue back into his mouth. These ANBU truly were uninformed. They'd not only gotten Kiyomaru's name wrong, but they also didn't seem to know that the Genin had no home. Since he stumbled upon the village several years ago, he merely lived on the streets, or in the homes of others, if they'd let him. Most denied, though, due to the boy's nature. Others who knew not of his reputation often kicked him out, after they'd seen how strange it was that he'd acted. What the boy majorly called home was the streets of the village, but he never stayed in the same place. It was different every night. He found it absolutely hilarious to know that these ANBU hadn't even noticed that he never stayed in the same place- even on the darkest of nights; rarely did he find a house to stay, but once again, not once in the same location. "You're really clueless!" the boy exclaimed, once again mocking the Black Ops members. "I don't have a home!" Kiyomaru laughed, and rolled onto his back from his current sitting position. "I'm sure my roaming the streets at night out of boredom is interesting for you to watch, and all, but" he paused, to draw in the dramaticism of his taunts. "You can't follow me to a home that I don't have!" The Genin stuck his tongue out, again, with it being in a slightly flatter posture, due to the different gravitational force acting upon it, caused by his change in position. He was fine doing what he'd do every day, but he sincerely wanted to rub in the errors of these two ANBU.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru's taunts got interrupted as Kaito spoke. Strangely enough, he was offering the boy a room in his complex. How cute. Of course the Genin would accept; he loved staying at new peoples' houses- whether or not that he liked them mattered not. It was like a mini adventure, for the boy. Exploring new territory, seeing sights that only a select few might see. It seemed as if it were the same as playing a new game for the first time, but hardly as fun. Maybe Kaito would finally play with Kiyomaru once they were at his house. That would make it a far more pleasurable visit, definitely. It was clear that Kaito had some assumption that the Genin had a blood lust, but he wasn't the type for assassination. That completely drained the fun from playing. There was no resistance, no fighting back, and the worse part was, the person committing the murder didn't get any wounds, himself. To have a fight without being cut... Simply took away the entire prospect of fun. It was the type of game where there was no challenge, the storyline was boring, and it was simply easy. This type of game was exciting to none. The Genin grinned, before bothering to reply to the opportunity that Kaito had granted him. "Let's go, then!" Kiyomaru's voice shifted from its mocking and taunting tone that was used on the ANBU back to its generic excitable and happy-go-lucky persona that he wore so well. He stood up, and seemed ready to launch himself out the door of the Raikage's office. "I'll race you!" he said, cheerfully, despite having not a single clue as to where the Genin's home was. It was evident that he was eager to leave, as he was moving around, and his body was clearly prepared for activity, as it always was. It seemed almost as if he was somehow pulling Kaito towards the door with his words, although this was merely the way that Kiyomaru perceived it. He'd not a clue as to how the boy actually interpreted his energy.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Staring at Kaito across the room, Kiyomaru was curious as to why he was at the balcony and not the door. He took a moment to lean against a wall, before beginning to fidget, again. He was getting restless, with all of this waiting. Ah well. At least the balcony was a much more fun way of making an exit, in comparison to simply walking out of the commonly used door. This was the kind of thinking that generally circulated through Kiyomaru's mind, although it was unlikely that Kaito was doing it for the purpose of fun. Either way, it was going to be such for one of the three, at least. As he was about to make a quick run towards to opening on the balcony, Kiyomaru was halted by a negative comment, coming from Kaito. He couldn't help but dramatically roll his eyes at the remark. The Genin honestly didn't care what the members of the ANBU Black Ops thought of him. He was too intent on following the boy home, at this point. There was simply too much temptation for the Genin, and his thoughts were focused very well on the prospect of it. "Kih!" This was an exclamation built entirely off of ignorance and denial of the statement. "I'm coming, anyways!" He shouted, as he rushed forwards towards the balcony. Once at the edge of the porch, Kiyomaru jumped into the air after Kaito and Luciano, extending the bones on his feet to form a sort of surfboard, which he would use to scale the side of the building. "Hey, wait!" He yelled, feeling left out that the two simply took their leave without giving the Genin much time to reply.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru watched from afar as Kaito stopped at a small, one-story building. So that was the Genin's home. It looked like it might be difficult to glide into the complex while still boarded, but that didn't matter. He hadn't had this much fun in a while, so he was going to savour it. With his movement, his bone seemed to be making more noise as it collided with the roofs and ground of both buildings and the village, in general. Not helping the fact for others distraught and annoyed by the ruckus, Kiyomaru was making exclamations out of his enjoyment; "Wooo!" he continually rephrased. Soon afterwards, someone opened their window to scold the boy. "Shut up!" Kiyomaru simply stuck his tongue out at the man, as he continued making his way towards Kaito. Through rotating his body, and effectively, his board, Kiyomaru slowed himself, as he scaled down the building that stood erected next to Kaito's. Once the Genin hit the ground, however, he fell directly forwards, due to the edge of his bone having caught on the ground. As a shockwave effect throughout his body, first his knees collapsed, then his torso, and lastly followed by his head, slamming a good half of itself against the ground. Kiyomaru simply began laughing. As he put his hands in core position to allow himself to get up, the bone plate that attached his feet together began dissipating, and retracting itself back into each respective foot. Kiyomaru pushed himself up, and walked into the building, noticing that the other two had already done so. It was clean, but this didn't surprise the Genin. Having already deciphered Kaito to be a goody-two-shoes, this made more than enough sense. The place was also teeming with bookshelves, whose space was evidently occupied by book, after continuous book; nothing that Kiyomaru was interested in. After having completely made his way into the building, he sat on the floor, with his back against a wall. "So..." His tone was of much boredom, now having nothing to do, especially after having gone through the fun of house-surfing. "What to do, now..."
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Staring at the Genin, Kiyomaru gave a very exaggerated expression. He began to wonder. It was awfully out of character for him to suddenly become so attached, but the boy didn't mind. The only thing that may have been issueful for Kiyomaru was the fact that he wouldn't be able to satisfy his blood lust, if he were rooming with another. This could evolve into an extremely dangerous scenario for Luciano. Every night, the Genin would draw mass amounts of his own blood, through the means of playing with himself, having no one else to satiate his thirst. If there was another in the room, Kiyomaru would be prevented from doing this. Despite the daily routine, his sadism and masochism were still widely visible, even to the extent that caused him to fantasize during the Raikage's speech. Although, with Luciano in the room, Kiyomaru had someone that could entertain him. There would be a body full of fresh blood that was just waiting to be shed in the confines of his own room. Blood that the boy could soak himself in, and feel drench his skin from Luciano's open wounds. Kiyomaru began smiling widely, at the prospect of what could be done to the pink-haired Genin. It was also more than likely that the boy would be the first to attack, seeing his previous hatred. This attraction... Was simply a ploy. Yes, that was it. It was to get close to Kiyomaru, but Luciano had no idea what it was that he was getting himself into. The Genin had to satisfy his lust somehow, and it was unlikely that he would be able to reserve himself; especially not if his toy started the game on its own whim. No, that made the temptation far more vast. That would evolve it so that it was no longer mere temptation, but that it was something that the boy would require- something that his sanity wouldn't be able to stand, without breaking for as long as it needed to be broken. Kneeling down, now, Kiyomaru got to a lower level, in which Luciano could easily mount his back. He would wait until he felt the boy's weight upon him, before rising. The Genin was filled with excitement, at this point, and his body was almost to the point of shaking as a result of adrenaline, but it wasn't. Not quite yet. Having the boy upon his counterpart's back was an extremely vulnerable position. No, not for Kiyomaru. It was vulnerable for Luciano. He could be dead within seconds, but that was no fun. No, there was a game to played. Kiyomaru already set it up, and the pieces were in place. But no. His partner rolled the first di. Besides, he still had to wait for the boy to mount him.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru glanced over at Kaito. It seriously dug into his nerves, at this point, that the Genin would stop the boy from reaching satisfying his thirst. There was something different that was flowing through his impulses. The cherry-haired boy's mind was slipping. There was a certain point that he reached, and Kaito was extremely close to pushing Kiyomaru past that point. Fortunately, he wasn't there yet. Right now, he was just upset; that's how it most likely seemed to the other two. There was still very evident reminiscence of the boy's generic happy nature that he wore the majority of the time. He wanted blood, but it wasn't the time. The only thing that he guaranteed, was that he would get it. Surveying the area, the house really seemed smaller than Kiyomaru had thought that it was. This didn't really matter, though. He turned to face the direction of where it was that Kaito had said his room was located, and began walking. While in the middle of a fake yawn- albeit, very realistic, due to the Genin's superb acting skill- he began speaking. "Well, I'm going to sleep. I'm-" his voice feigned, as he fell on the ground, seemingly unconscious. After a few moments of remaining in his position, he bounced back up. "Ha! I bet I got you!" he said, cheerily. He was going to wait for everyone to acquaint themselves to their room before doing anything. Kiyomaru was not going to sleep, tonight, and this was a given. Turning back to face Kaito, the boy stared at the food that the Genin was making. It looked delicious. It wasn't the same as blood, however, perhaps it would satiate his hunger for sustaining life. His thirst for blood would come later. The drink always came post food, after all. The purpose was to wash down the food, and, although it served fine, alone, it hadn't as much of a reason to be done. However, in this case, it did pleasure Kiyomaru greatly, but he truly was hungry. "Hey, can I have some of that?" He asked, still keeping his eyes glued to the delicacies that Kaito was making.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
A wide smile appeared on Kiyomaru's face as Kaito made the gesture of allowing him to eat. It had been a while since the Genin had an actual meal. Due to living on the streets, most of what he ate was primitive, and this dish, in comparison, was gourmet. He began drooling- unable to contain himself any longer. The moment that Kaito placed a plate on the table, Kiyomaru took hold of it, as well as the utensils, and quickly made his way towards the food. He began piling it up onto his plate, despite the fact that there wasn't an extremely sizeable amount of the stuff. It was food, and it made the Genin hungry. As cause and effect, he would eat it. That was how humanity worked, after all. Surely no one would mind if the boy slightly over-exaggerated the cycle. Without even returning to the table, Kiyomaru began devouring the food that he'd taken, forcing it into his mouth at a pace that he knew was a bit excessive, but he couldn't help it. He was simply hungry, and the satisfaction that this dish gave him was incredible. The Genin was fitting as much onto his handheld fork as possible, and shoving everything on it into his mouth, soon to disappear in one incredible gulp of which would generally require some effort, however with the boy's desire, he did it quite effortlessly. As he downed every last bit of food that he'd put on his plate, he sat on the floor, seemingly exhausted. "Man, that was good..." his voice was feigning, once again, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to lose consciousness, this time. It was more of a satisfactory drag. Kiyomaru began letting every ounce of his body slowly relax itself, until his entire backside was against the floor. Now the Genin had to wait for the other two to eat. Although this meal did satisfy his hunger for sustaining the necessary requirements for survival, his thirst for blood still remained. Despite the fact that the meal did slightly reduce his level of blood lust, it still existed. Once everything was fully digested in his stomach, Kiyomaru would once again be eager to play some games, but he had to wait. The boy was surprised at how effectively the food did him in. He hadn't expected that he was going to down so much of it in such a short period of time.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru remained lying on the floor, still seemingly unconscious. All of that food really did get to him, and he really didn't feel like moving, at this point, despite hearing Kaito having a feud with some newcomer. But something seemed off. This person, he seemed to be... No, it couldn't have been. Did this man intended on killing Kiyomaru's toys, before he even got the chance to play with them? No, that didn't matter. Only the Genin could play with his toys. Only he was allowed to make their blood shed. He was the only one allowed to get off on their pain and suffering. Only him. This was unacceptable. In an instant, Kiyomaru jumped off the ground unto his feet, landing himself upon the counter of which he had previously been leaning against, before sliding unto the floor. His eyes coldly stared at Kaito, who was now unconscious on the ground, and he began grinding his teeth out of frustration. It didn't matter who this guy, was, anymore. If anyone was going to kill Kaito, it was Kiyomaru. If anyone was going to kill Luciano, it was him, all the same. No one touched the Genin's toys. Kiyomaru leaped into the air, with his arm pulled behind his back. Soon, a spiral of bone began forming around his dominant arm. It shrouded the hand, before moving its way up to the forearm, whilst finally making itself envelope the entirety of the boy's limb. The Tessenka no Mai: Hana. One massive spiral weapon of bone, whose sharpened tip and absolute-hardest material was coming down unto where Kaito was lain. "Hey Santa, I already got my toys!" Kiyomaru yelled at the man, scornfully. As his weapon approached further the ground, he thrust his arm forward before staring at the man and saying something else. "And only I can play with them." Soon after he finished speaking, his weapon would pierce directly through Kaito's skull, as he lay unconscious and helpless on the ground.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
As Kiyomaru came crashing down towards where it was that Kaito lay unconscious, something soon rose from the ground, preventing the blade from coming into contact with the Genin's toy. As it impacted itself against the wall, the tip striking first, the bone began shattering. This... Wood, was breaking Kiyomaru's strongest-absolute hardest weapon. He continued trying, but it seemed that the most damage that it would deal was slightly chipping the bark. Soon, it was only the Genin's bare fist that was held against the wall. Despite having not yet harmed anyone, his entire arm was coated in blood, caused by his bones forcing themselves to penetrate skin. Before being able to begin casting a new jutsu, something overtook control of his body. He couldn't move. Something was clearly wrong, and, before he knew it, he began running towards a wall. After having rammed into it once, he allowed himself to harden the bone in his skull, as well as forcing a membrane to form beneath the skin, making sure that this damage hardly harmed him, if at all. Once more. Twice more. Thrice more. This was becoming annoying; playing Kiyomaru, as well as Luciano as mere puppets. His head continuously was rammed against the wall, which, naturally, would have put him unconscious, and it was likely that it would do exactly that to the other Genin. Their strategy was to simply put their opponent unconscious? This frustrated the boy greatly, and he knew exactly what to do, but he would play along with the ploy. What they wanted was for Kiyomaru and Luciano to be put unconscious, so he was going to play their game. Ceasing the control in his body, he allowed himself to fall limp, only held up by whatever was possessing him.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
As the possession over Kiyomaru's body broke, he began moving around, to return the sensation to himself. Stretching his arms, legs, and making other, more random, movements, to go alongside these. After this encounter, he felt two powerful emotions. He was extremely disappointed that his assailant couldn't even identify that the Genin was awake the entirety of the time, however he was also proud that he fooled her so well. It also seemed that his blood lust faded, after having been suspended for such a sustained period of time.
He began thinking of what to do, next, as he wanted some excitement after being forced to do absolutely nothing for three quarters of a petty fight. Then it occurred to him that Luciano was still unconscious. Walking over to the pink-haired Genin, he took a moment to blankly stare at him. Kiyomaru was unsure of how to wake him up, seeing that he had no experience with this, and he didn't want to carry the Genin to the hospital. He simply kneeled down, and began poking the boy's cheek. This probably wasn't going to work, but it was worth a shot. While pondering on what else that could be done, besides continuously pushing his finger against the boy's cheek, Kiyomaru took note of visible blood on Luciano's head. He was curious as to what the Genin's blood tasted like, and the temptation simply couldn't be resisted. Luciano lay there, unconscious, and bleeding. The boy didn't stop to think before acting- it simply wasn't in his nature. Maybe being licked would wake him up- Kiyomaru wasn't very sure, but it was going to happen, nonetheless. Leaning forward to touch his tongue to Luciano's forehead, Kiyomaru tasted the blood that was caused to flow from being hit against the wall, in such a repeated manner. The liquid wasn't as salty and bitter as it was, in most. The iron quantity was nice, and he could taste it well. It was unlikely that Luciano could be out for very long, but the Genin figured that he might have to actually pick the boy up, and carry him to the hospital. If Kiyomaru was going to have fun with Luciano, they both had to be their full strength. It wasn't fun if either side was at a disadvantage.
Once finished effectively cleaning the blood from Luciano's forehead, Kiyomaru bent over, and lifted the boy unto his shoulder. He was surprisingly light, but the Genin wasn't a very large character. It was strange, but Kiyomaru found Luciano to be extremely cute, despite being unconscious. It was lacking the entertaining persona, but remained cute, nonetheless. It was likely that, once the boy did regain consciousness, he was going to instinctively attack Kiyomaru. The Genin yawned. It wouldn't surprise him. Evidently, the Genin's mood had become much less energetic, due to his boredom, as well as the time of which it was, now. Seeing that the only person that was with him wasn't actually capable of doing anything, he hadn't much to entertain himself with, so whatever came into his mind, he seemingly acted upon.
Kiyomaru hadn't yet left, as, he was intrigued in regards to the feel of Luciano's skin. It was surprisingly smooth. The Genin didn't usually get caught up in things like this, however it was rare that he was ever this close to someone, without having intentions of killing the person. Maybe everyone's skin felt like this. Kiyomaru was used to feeling skin that was scarred, or drenched with blood, so that the true texture was hidden. Looking at Luciano, he ignored his random thoughts, and began walking, not paying much attention as to whether or not Luciano had regained consciousness upon his back.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Whilst walking, and paying more attention to the unconscious Luciano than where it was that he was leading himself, a voice interrupted Kiyomaru's thoughts. That voice was too familiar. It was that salsa-haired Jounin that got in the way of everything. Hey, maybe he would take the Genin out for a drink, once it was clear that he was saving Luciano. Of course there were more important matters at hand, but judging by his seriously impaired mood, a drink would definitely increase his senses and ability to have fun. Or at least, he assumed that it would. Turning to face the man, Kiyomaru yelled at him, with a serious, and annoyed tone. "What do you want, Pepper?" he began. As the Genin continued talking, his voice changed to something more sarcastic, and utilizing hilarity to his advantage. "Can't you see that I'm busy?" This should have been obvious, seeing that he was carrying another Genin upon his back. A few more words came from Kiyomaru's mouth, before he waited for the inevitable- Pepper approaching the two. "You can't carry him! Don't touch my toys!"
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru watched as Pepper approached. His face was a ghostly pale, and he seemed almost as if he were about to die. Was he really so weak? It couldn't have been from either of those assailants. Maybe it was Santa... His defense was pretty strong, but the Genin had no idea if he could use any offensive jutsu. Either way, this salsa-haired Jounin was weak, and far too weak to be able to support himself for much longer.
Listening to Pepper speak, Kiyomaru smiled widely. This was a challenge. He was going to accept carrying both the Jounin, as well as Luciano to the hospital. "Challenge accepted- sit tight!" Despite not looking very strong- which he wasn't- Kiyomaru's bones helped him perform many things, and right now, he figured that helping this Jounin was going to get him that much closer to his having adult-level fun. Pulling out his spinal cord with the arm that wasn't supporting Luciano, Kiyomaru threw it like a whip towards Pepper, wrapping itself around his waist, and soon pulling him in, having his back against that of the Genin's. Soon, several ribs seems to form out of the skin tissue, wrapping themselves around the Jounin, effectively holding him in place. Making sure that Luciano was still safe in his grasp, Kiyomaru began running towards the hospital. "Don't worry, I'm a professional!"
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Running through the streets, despite it being late out, it was more than obvious that Kiyomaru was getting concerning looks from other villagers. Some of disgust, others of shock, while the arrays just continued onwards. The Genin didn't care, and he enjoyed using his bones to make life more interesting. Others just couldn't handle how effectively they fit in to his daily lifestyle. He laughed to himself, although it was clear that either of his two passengers were going to hear it.
In due time, the Genin made his way to the hospital. Fortunately, the distance wasn't extremely long, although it seemed a bit more so, due to the fact that Kiyomaru was carrying a Jounin upon his back, and a Genin over his shoulder. Of course, this wasn't much of an issue for Kiyomaru, seeing that his durability, stamina, and sheer stubbornness didn't give him traits enough to show any weakness. This was a challenge, not a set match. As he burst through the doors Kiyomaru allowed the ribs to recede into his back, allowing Pepper to land himself on the ground. Then the boy found a waiting seat, and set Luciano there, noting that he was still unconscious. Walking up to a clerk, he simply pointed a finger at the Genin. "He's unconscious, and his forehead is banged up a little. Fix him, please?" Kiyomaru's attitude was strangely sweet, although it held a detectable underlying level of sarcasm; enough that it was identifiable that he was serious about his friend, however it left the impression the the Genin was rather impatient.
Turning back to Pepper, Kiyomaru poked his cheek. He was actually curious if the Jounin would just fall over. "Hey, you owe me a drink!" he taunted. It was true- he'd just assisted a fellow Genin, as well as a Jounin whose current status was not one that was very fit. "As soon as we're done at this place!"
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Whilst waiting for Pepper to make his promise to take Kiyomaru for a drink after they left, he was interrupted by the door to the hospital opening rather quickly, followed by quickly paced breath. Turning around, the Genin saw that it was the Raikage. How long was it that she ran to make her this exhausted? She had to have a good amount of stamina, so it must have taken a bit of effort to have her in this state. Or maybe she was just rushing herself. It didn't matter; she was there.
Kiyomaru listened as the Raikage hurriedly rushed through her speech. "He's somewhere in here..." Honestly, the Genin didn't know where Kaito was- just that he was somewhere within the confines of the building. "Kaito got shot by Santa, and he went unconscious." Kiyomaru probably should have told her what happened to himself and Luciano, but before he had the moment to, she took notice of the pink-haired Genin sitting unconscious, where Kiyomaru had placed him. The Genin considered telling the Raikage not to touch him, but she broke his words through hurriedly tending to the boy. "Hey, don't-" She was in too much of a rush, and that was obvious. It frustrated Kiyomaru slightly, but it probably didn't matter, much. The woman was probably ashamed of not being able to be at the scene, but at least Kiyomaru was there to save Luciano and Sorian. The Genin probably would have survived, but chances were that Sorian may not have, if he over-stressed himself. The Genin was honestly okay with that, but he still had other things to do through him...
As the Raikage returned, Kiyomaru began speaking. "Everything's okay, though!" he started. His mood was quite excitable, but he was still out of what his usual mindset was like. "I saved Luciano, and Sorian, but" he paused, before carrying on, adding intentional dramatic effect. "Santa brought Kaito here."
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru didn't like being praised by the Raikage. This was something that he'd just learned. There was something wrong about her delivering such kind vibes. This wasn't a suiting nature for one of the Genin's partners. He much preferred her anger-filled, piercing personality that she presented him with, earlier, in the restaurant. The soft exterior wasn't something that the Genin was fond of. He didn't enjoy politeness, and found it rather boring. Reward was good, action was good, fun was good, and so was entertainment, but praise was none of these things. It brought no one anywhere. Kiyomaru thought of her as someone capable of giving him the kind of playing that would leave him bleeding, and even force him to the point of tears, perhaps. He could see in her eyes that she never stops caring, but the rage was what mainly drew the Genin in. It was so powerful, and possessed so much potential. Kiyomaru wanted to know everything about the Raikage, but he knew well that his desires were far out of his grasp. Thinking, further, the Genin came to the realization that, if he were receiving the Raikage's praise, he wouldn't be receiving her anger and frustration on a nearly equal caliber. This frustrated him. He would have to stop doing good things for other people. Only Luciano and the Raikage- no one else. This was a set rule. It was strange how far Kiyomaru's intentions led him, however kindness towards others was something that he would gladly give up. Few people deserved his kindness, and, nonetheless, kindness wasn't fun. It wasn't as entertaining or fun as playing. It was just boring.
Kiyomaru began blankly staring around the entry-room to the hospital. He was amazed at how clean the place was. He figured there would be more blood, and perhaps it would reek of a smell more reminiscent to death. It far failed his expectations. Everything was extremely well kept, and even the air was easily breathable. The Genin would have preferred it if it was more naturally appealing, instead of this fixed, fake mask. The Genin didn't like cleaning for one major reason: it's not natural. Kiyomaru possessed a belief that led him to come to the conclusion that cleanness was just an illusion. Because it's not natural, it shouldn't exist. Of course, this meant that if he were to have a home of his own, not only would it be a mess, but it would smell of blood and decay. However, since the boy had no set home, he had nearly the right to do as he pleased, without anyone telling him to stop.
Whilst staring at empty space, Kiyomaru snapped back into reality as the entire trio of broken shinobi walked into the main hospital room. Kaito and Pepper seemed to be talking nonsense about Santa. In actuality, Kiyomaru had the most information of any of the group, seeing that he was the only one of the three who remained conscious for the entirety of the assault. He was, however, unsure of if he wanted to give up the information. It would help Pepper stay alive, and this honestly wasn't necessarily something that the Genin favoured. He frowned, slightly. Kiyomaru didn't like the Jounin, but the guy helped him do a lot of things- including, soon to be, getting drunk. However, what the Genin didn't like was the man's softness. He was too squishy, and would easily break. Besides, he was only another obstacle standing between the Genin and the Raikage. It was a difficult decision. Interrupting Kiyomaru's random thought process, he felt something on his leg. Before actually looking down to confirm what it was, he'd already guessed that it was Luciano, and, tilting his head, he caught that he guessed correctly. Kiyomaru laughed, as Luciano asked to be carried, soon after hugging the Genin's leg. It seemed like the pink-haired boy was taking more of a liking to Kiyomaru. Of course, he was more than okay with this. Kneeling down, he got himself in a low enough position for Luciano to mount. Of course, the Genin had to cease the hugging before being able to do so, but either way, he was close to Kiyomaru.
While waiting to feel the pressure on his leg release, and the weight on his back increase, Pepper began speaking, now towards Kiyomaru and Luciano. More nonsense about Santa. Why did they care so much? The Genin decided that he was going to stay silent; if the information was so precious, then he would keep everything that he knew to himself. If it was important, he didn't see why he couldn't hold it in his own arms. After all, he wasn't one to share. Not wanting to speaking to Pepper, Kiyomaru made it evident that he was ignoring him, with a quick turn of his head, and a slight mocking sound. He would follow, but he wasn't going to talk. There were far more fun things to be done that relaying pointless information. If someone wasn't strong enough, then they weren't strong enough. There wasn't anything more to it. Information wasn't going to help anyone. If it couldn't be done, it couldn't be done, and someone stronger would have to be sent out as a replacement. That's just how it worked.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
As Luciano made his way unto Kiyomaru's back, he began smiling. Could it really have been that the pink-haired Genin was somehow accepting his counterpart? It didn't matter to the boy. It was just a thought that made its way into his mind. Quickly dismissing it, he spoke, loudly. "Well, let's go, then!" Despite this, in mid-speech, it seemed that the Jounin had already left. The Genin let out a sound of annoyance. Kiyomaru shouldn't have been surprised when Pepper decided to leave the hospital before bothering to ensure that the others were even trailing his path. This was probably due to the fact that he wasn't. He was ignorant and fake, and these were more reasons as to why the Genin still disliked the Jounin, and the only purpose as to why he didn't kill the man on the spot while he was weak was because he was able to give Kiyomaru access to certain things, and because the Genin had to tend to Luciano. Pepper was now on Santa's naughty list, and the boy had no intention of saving him, the next time. The Genin began running, making sure that Luciano was safe on his back. Pepper seemed to enjoy making people work. Kiyomaru was bothered by this, as it seemed that the Jounin couldn't even come to proper sense with his own emotions, so it made no logical sense that he would waste that, and bother spending his time hiding behind a mask, while finding business to shroud himself in. Kiyomaru scoffed, thinking about the man. He had begun conjuring so many reasons to dislike him, and, for Pepper's sake, hoped he didn't get caught while the Genin was in a blood lust. No, he didn't hope. He didn't care.
Approaching further the Raikage's office, Kiyomaru came to note that it seemed like they either arrived before the Jounin, or he hadn't bothered waiting, once again. Upon entering, it was clearly the latter. The Genin stared blankly at Pepper, still with Luciano upon his back. He disliked the fact that the man assumed that everyone from the group was just willing to provide what they were asking for. It didn't matter if they were higher ranked. Kiyomaru could do what he wanted, and he wasn't going to talk. The information was important to the village, sure, but it meant that maybe next time, Santa wouldn't get the opportunity to kill whomever it was that he was fighting. It still confused the Genin as to why the man didn't let him kill Kaito, but that didn't matter. That must have meant that he let Pepper off, too. Next time would be different, and Kiyomaru wasn't going to make it so that wouldn't follow through.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
Kiyomaru silently stared at Kaito, as the Raikage made her request for the lot to make a quick and temporary absence. He was more than frustrated that the Raikage was having everyone save for the one Genin leave the room. It should have been obvious that that kid was the first to be called upon. To think that she actually liked conversing or spending time with Kaito made Kiyomaru dislike the boy to an even further extent than what it had been, previously. Even if the two weren't having fun in any way that the Genin was generally likened to, it was an annoyance, nonetheless. Surely he would kill Kaito, the next time that the chance was available. If anyone were to do it, it would be Kiyomaru. Without realizing it- though he didn't care- the malicious grin that Luciano and the other Genin must have known well appeared once again upon the face that was framed by cherry blossom toned hair. Kiyomaru was intent on being the cause of Kaito's death. Perhaps he was yet to do it, but once the opportunity arose, once again, the Genin had already steeled himself for what was to come. His mind simply began producing further images of the sensation caused by the feel of having the newly shed, warm blood of Kaito be destructively coated upon the skin of the boy's killer. Of course, the prospect wasn't something that intrigued him as much as, perhaps, what might come of such fun with the Raikage- nothing could compare, in the mind of Kiyomaru- due to the Genin's nature. He simply didn't hold the right traits that made it fun to play with him. He was a toy- Kiyomaru's toy- but he brought forth no feeling of enjoyment or entertainment. That would only arise when his blood was finally shed.
After having spent his time and focus on the prospect of Kaito, Kiyomaru turned, facing the door, with Luciano still lain upon the Genin's back. As he walked outwards the entrance- or rather, the exit- of the Raikage's office, he quickly broke into a sprint. Kiyomaru wasn't necessarily sure where it was that he'd intended on carrying Luciano to, however he didn't intend on sticking around, and this was a fine excuse to leave. Perhaps he'd run off to Kaito's house- that worked well enough, seeing that there wasn't necessarily anywhere else to go. Turning his head back towards the group, Kiyomaru shouted. "Well, we're off!" After having made his sarcastic, and slightly taunting remark, the Genin stuck his tongue out, before turning his head back to look more towards his fore. Kiyomaru had no intention of returning his destination back to being set as the Raikage's office, however he would still remember that a certain Jounin owed him a drink.
Cнιмaмιre no Saĸυra "The smell of your blood is that of rust and pride, and those eyes of yours- the eyes of a killer that can make me go numb."
At this point, Kiyomaru had approached a mental destination of extreme boredom and disdain. Due to the fact that there was no opportunity to throw himself out of a window- or any moderately high location, for that matter- there was no major option that remained in regards to travel save for making the distance on foot. Save for that detail, Kiyomaru had also retained his passenger- Luciano- of whom remained mounted upon the Genin's back. Although this piece of information mattered to a rather small and seemingly nonexistent extent, it still reigned true. Either way, if given the opportunity, the journey would be much faster, and in the mind of Kiyomaru, much more entertaining, as well. It was clear that, even now, neither of the two Genin of whom had accompanied himself were adjusted to the fact that their partner possessed the unorthodox ability to alter, mend, and wield the structure of his bones. He preferred it be this way, however. Even so, in no such condition would he be granted the prowess to entertain himself in the position that he was currently being granted. It was simply, what seemed to be, an endless stream of boredom that would yet call itself ended until the next day had finally arrived. Or, perhaps, until the night had continued onwards. It remained true that Kiyomaru had still yet to entirely satisfy his bloodlust, but at the current point in time, it had seemingly passed himself by as if it had never existed in the first place. The Genin's mind was, now, entirely focused on making the transition from "Point A" to "Point B", as it was far too evident and outstanding for himself to keep his concentration away from. Drawing the attention of himself closer and closer to the simple fact that this journey was not only boring, but long, as well. The silence of night, the quiet of the village- these things simply gnawed and Kiyomaru's mind, continuing to irritate him. It was more than true that he much preferred an abundance of sound opposed to such a complete lacking of it. If Luciano was paying any attention to the person of whom he was riding, it would have been more than obvious that the Genin's teeth were clenched in frustration and irritation. The reason, perhaps, would remain unknown, but it should have stood to such an extent that the annoyance was far more than evident.
Upon the mere sight of Kaito's home, Kiyomaru seemingly increased his speed ten fold from the sheer thought of not having to deal with any other bothers for what little time remained in the day. He had become frustrated as a result of many things. Between the Raikage's clear preference of Kaito, Pepper having to survive the fight with Santa, and Kiyomaru not being granted his perfect opportunities to kill those of whom he'd considered martial enemies simply pushed him to the point of annoyance, breaking the good majority of the happiness that remained inside of himself for, likely to be, the next good while. Never did Kumogakure treat the Genin well- or rather, never did it grant him the things that he'd wished for. The village was a bore and only caused Kiyomaru to come to dislike it further, and even more so further. The actions, the people, the life- everything seemed to somehow find a way to reach into the Genin's nerves and simply dig into them. The only real enjoyment that he attained was the fear that everyone saw in him. Even the Raikage, he noted, was keeping some form of a close eye on himself. Such things pleased himself. With his mood now slightly more relaxed, Kiyomaru approached the door to Kaito's not-so-homely abode, and threw the door open- only to swiftly close it, once he and his companion had been inside. It was clear that the owner of the small building hadn't yet arrived, and, was probably still talking to the Raikage about what little there was to be presented. A bit of distaste seemed to rise in the Genin once more, however it died down nearly as quickly as it had come. Poking Luciano's cheek to some multitudinous extent, he spoke. "So... What now?" Despite speaking with his general happy and high-toned voice, the few words the Kiyomaru spoke made it more than evident that he was bored, and knew not what to do to fix the fact. If he'd wanted to, he could have easily found something, but he simply wasn't in the mood at the current time. This was more than likely to be the first time that Luciano, and possibly Kaito whenever it was that he might arrive, would witness the Genin in a state of which was not his general outgoing and excitable nature. Kiyomaru, however, didn't pay any mind to the fact that his attitude wasn't as it usually is. It was simply his current nature- it mattered not.
