Welcome to Gaia! ::

Stats / Village
Wearing

While watching the young female start to recover with the help of her trusty side kick, the older female couldn't help but to tilt her head to the side. She was use to seeing such technology before however it was much different compared to what she saw at the labs. Much more robotic parts instead of wires and objects that would cut things down to small sizes. However the strange Rabbit creature was not of her world and the proof was happening in front of her. She would have to make a mental note later to either go to the young girls world to visit it for research. Or have a better look at that strange creature. ' No, Alice would not like that,' She thought while leaning her head a bit forward as the thought crossed her mind. She guessed that she would have to wait to do such research or find another one who was near the girls capabilities. It would be tricky but at least it wasn't Alice.

As she listened to Alice speak the female ended up reaching inside her torn clothing and took out another needle. This time it was the cure to return her back in to her normal form. She loved being almost person however the need to feed was something tricky to hold back. Normally she would just eat a villager or ten, however they where all dead. Everyone in this village was laying on the earth, already being erased by time it's self. I'll remember you,' She thought while stabbing the needle on to her stomach, not daring to look away from the corpses. It was haunting however it had to be done. it was her bugs who fed on them and thus she had to make sure they where not infected. That was the price to pay for her children to go along and play for a day or two.

" Meier will return soon," She said while looking back over towards the other female with a light smile. It was kind of her to care for a creature born from nothing but waste of this world. " He can hear you speaking now and I can feel him breath. He's calm and is just resting for a while. He was such a good boy today... Just some sleep is needed." 707 said as she walked over towards the broken own pieces of where her beloved Meier once stood. His mas was still there, along with small pieces of what he was made form. Most of the items could be found with ease. It was just earth and bits of items from other villages. She ended up bending down and picked up the strange horned mask from the ground, before standing back up. With her left hand she started to whip down the dirt, not wanting it to stain the pure white bone.

" Do you think we passed Alice?" She finally said after a few seconds of silence between the two females. " If we passed then we can have much more fun then we did here. Imagen an entire army of people as powerful as us, destroying those mean people who tried to take away your gun. Think of the justice we could do for chaos," Saying this as a light smile appeared on her face, causing her to have a glimmer of innocence one more. It was always a strange sight however the most insane people where said to be the most innocent of them all. " Wont it be a grand journey? "

[ OOC -

Chakra left - 134,875 Chakra left

.

Kuro stalked into the Village Hidden in the Waterfall from his training at the academy. He was a big boy now, and it was his time to begin growing bigger and stronger. He had no intention of returning home to meet with his mother or father yet... Their time to die had yet to come, and as such, the murdering intentions had to stay behind the mask of his face for now as it was time to take the clan's scroll and go practice bringing forth the threads locked inside his body.

The Village itself was no home to Kuro Kakuzu, and as such, he felt no attachment to whatever might be going on around him anywere else outside of his training spot were he and his father used to practice taijutsu and the other ninja arts together. Now, it would be the peaceful grove under a sakura blossom tree were he would unleash the terror within himself. The Kakuzu clan, Black Threads, were a horrific ability that allowed him to harvest hearts and place them inside of his body to extend his life-force, empower his chakra, and allow him to utilize multiple forms of elemental chakra outside of the normal limitations of a shinobi. It was a prized skill, and rivaled by the Sharingan's copying abilities.

Still, there was time for relaxation as Kuro propped himself against the tree and took out a copy of his clan's techniques which he began to study and read over in the quiet of the day. He was just starting his career, no need to be too hasty and mess up early on in life. Things like murdering your father and liberating your mother took careful planning and concentration, and it wasnt something one rushed into. His heart was steady and his mindset ready, yet his skill was lacking and that was something that would have to be changed before he would ever be considered strong enough to accomplish his goals.

As Kuro studied the scroll, he noted the processes that were required for inserting a heart into his body. That was the true issue at hand as it would take a lot of care and patience to preserve the sensative organ and a strong sense of pain tolerance to open up his body to insert the foreign organ inside. "This is gritty.. but.. it's gonna be worth it in the end." He murmered to himself in reassurance of his ability to take on the goulish technique that would turn him into some sort of immortal monster. It was a wonder this technique was so prized among those in his clan, but at the same time it was also a reason why many outside of the family feared it's use and the effect it might have on one's sanity when it all came down to it in the end.

Kuro was studying the anatomy of the heart in great detail under the shade of the tree he sat under. This was a study that would take great time and precision into mastering as the heart was one of the most sensative vital organs of the body next to the lungs. The heart was also an amazing organ due to the shear number of muscle fibers it had, making it arguably one of the strongest muscles the body possesed despite it's fragility. The blood vessels in the organ were like a central junction road map, and one Kuro planned to familiarize himself with on a near on intimate level. Another facinating part of the heart was that it contained a perfect mixture of contrasting colors that blended and worked together as oxygen was pumped through it into the vital fluids of life. To Kuro, it was like a work of art, and one that could not be replicated by human hands... not as perfect and pure as one harvested right from the flesh of an enemy.

As Kuro studied, he moved on from the physical aspects of the heart into the spiritual. This was one of the key aspects of the heart and the Black Threads that made this technique so potent. The heart was arguably a stronger chakra junction than the central chakra coil. The only thing that set the two apart was that the coil had more tenketsu, or chakra points, than the heart did. The coil, however, lacked a 'celestial chakra gate'. The gates were the body's control points on chakra, or spiritual energy, that a shinobi used for jutsu and awesome attacks. The ability to open the limits of these gates to push the body to it's limit was a dangerous practice, and to open the heart's gate was certain death for a normal person. So if Kuro were to have five times the normal chakra capacity of an average shinobi, this would make him arguably the strongest in the village. Sheer chakra ammounts were not going to win this battle for him all the time. Kuro knew he would need to back up this potential power with some actual skill if he were to be considered the strongest shinobi to ever come from Waterfall.

The studies continued and Kuro moved from the spiritual aspects of the technique and into the possibilities of what stealing hearts could offer him. The benefits were outstanding; Increased life-span to near on immortality, the ability to use all five chakra elements, and increased vitality making him harder to kill. It was a perfect technique as it offered so much and the only drawback was that he would look like a science expirement if one were to open him up and do surgeory. That was something he hadnt thought about; Would medical jutsu react differently with his thread formed insides? It didnt seem that the texts covered that issue, so maybe it was something he was destined to find out on his own during his career.

Then as Kagami entered his Village Kuro noticed that something didnt feel right. It felt malevolent, and cold... heck, to him that felt amazing. This only encouraged him to roll up his scroll and place it in his pouch. "Guess its time to go check things out." He said with a light grin on his face. He just hoped that what he would find would either be cool, or interesting at the very least. As Kuro walked from his training spot and back onto the streets of the town, he walked along, looking at the villagers who might have noticed the entrance of the girl and then back down his path which he slowly began to increase his pace from a walk to a light jog.

Kuro traveled down a few side streets and across some alleys before reaching the destination were the visitor might have come through. This made him curious as to what the woman in a black coat might want with this place. He noted the red clouds, but he had no experience with a person dressed like this. Still, he waited in the shadows of the alley, peeking around the corner to watch Kagami with great interest. He wondered what she would do, or what her purpose was here. The black haired youth just prayed silently in his mind that she was a friendly and not somebody who would kill him before he even got started.

Kuro Kakuzu looked to the singular, now two women there promising not to bite him. He didnt care that they werent going to bite him so much as murder him without remorse. He still had honor and dignity to uphold as a shinobi so he stepped out and looked to the two with some curious intent with his black retna and green iris colored eyes unique to his clan. "So.. you dont bite.. guess thats a bonus, but I offer you no harm, I just hope you might return my gesture in kind." He said to them with a light shrug of his shoulders before he gave Kagami a light bow of his head in greeting. "Kuro... of the Kakuzu clan. It is an honor to meet you." He said with a hint of respect in his voice, not so much for their apparent mystery, but when you wanted to demonstrate peace, you always gave into the submissive with the... superior party, until you discover their weakness and find a way to put yourself on top in the relationship. "If you dont mind me asking... what brings you to this Village?" He inquired with the same curiousity that coursed through his... threads.

Even as he talked with the visitors, he could feel the technique maturing and growing inside his body as if it were taking over and converting vitals aside from his heart into threads. It was as if his body was feeding off his dark intentions and vile heart to mature his clan's technique so that he might harvest more hearts and become the beast he was born to be. It was an innate desire of his line in the Clan, as murder and death were bred into their bloodline like alcoholism is generational amongst offspring of abusers. It was this desire for blood and carnage that lay dormant in his soul that made him perfect for the gifts of his clan's heritage, all he needed now was the power to back up these urges.

Kuro smiled now at this visitor as she seemed to know a good deal about his heritage. The great Kakuzu after whom the clan was named was a revered figure in the shadows and secret away from most of the village who viewed him mostly as a traitor and a stain on its records. "You seem to be quite the lively woman... but what if fun were... killing folks and or finding people to enjoy the carnal pleasures of the flesh with?" He said with a wide grin and chuckles as he places his hands in his pockets. "Of course just making money is worthwhile too, I suppose.." He wasnt sure of Kagami's moral codes, but he was sure his and hers were in alignment to a degree. She had the feeling of a cold blooded killer, and this was nice as Kuro himself wished to learn how to be stronger and possess such an aura like her. It would be a paramount testament to his growth and effort to gain the attention of a higher leveled shinobi, as they could potentially help him grow stronger, and in return he would serve them unconditionally.

Kuro had grown up under the thumb of an abusive father, and with that in the back of his mind, he knew nothing of kindness. Hatred burned dark inside of his... well, heart, and shaped his soul into the murderous beast of wordly pleasures and hedonism he was becoming. It was painful to never know the true love of a father or to have your mother comfort you after the troubles, but Kuro had survived that pain and now... it was time to give the pain back to the supplier. His father would eventually regret living at the bottom of a bottle and enjoying the physical and emotional torture he inflicted on his family. It made him wonder though if the twin spectre ladies before him had ever had a similar experience, but at the same time, it didnt matter if they had or not. In the end, they were strangers who had met at a cross roads and now were going to either go their seperate ways or travel down a path of death and carnage together.

(Small posts are small...)