Talking to a child (Open)

[nenki]

It had been a long day for Nenki, between playing games with his few friends, training with his mother, and just being himself, he had no time for himself on his hands. No time to just sit around and relax, observe the village, he had no time to do anything anymore. Today would be different, it had to be. Today, still wearing his training attire, Nenki would make his way through the city, and we was determined, he was positive, he would meet his goal today. He didn't have much time before he had to get back to his mother, and he would be going out to hunt rumors about an up and rising ninja group, similar to Akatsuki. It really had nothing to do with him but he thought it be more interesting to look into it himself before alerting ANBU members.

Making his way calmly but briskly through the city, Nenki passed many familiar faces. None of whom he actually knew, just of people he'd seen around the city. He didn't have too many actual friends, or even acquaintances, he'd devoted so much time to making training, bettering himself, becoming the best shinobi he could be, that he never had time to just sit back and relax he was always busy. Today was the first time he had actually had a moment to breath in

As he neared the shop, Nenki felt a sense of accomplishment as he began to quicken his pace. He got excited, he could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He now stood in front of the shop, feeling obliged to admire the artwork of the place. Not stopping for more than a few seconds, Nenki pushed open the door and immediately drifted off into a state of pure bliss. Taking two steps into the shop he was stopped short by an adult. The adult said nothing and glancing around Nenki understood why. With woman dancing on tables and men drinking a variety of beer, it was obvious that it was not the place for a child. Turning on his heel Nenki simply walked out of the shop and turned the corner into a nearby alley.

Well this is a small dilemma that should be easy to work around, Nenki thought to himself. With a small sigh Nenki prepared himself for a swift change in appearance. “Henge no Jut-,” Nenki was interrupted by the grumbling of his stomach. I guess it won’t hurt to get a bite to eat before I do this personal task of mine, he thought. Walking out of the alley Nenki glanced around and simply grinned to himself when he his favorite place not to far off. Fisting his hands into his pockets Nenki leisurely made his way over to the Ichiraku Ramen Bar and took a seat.

Nenki just grinned from ear to ear when he saw the owner walk from the back. The owner just gave Nenki a curt nod and went to the back once again. A couple of minutes later he came back with a steaming bowl of beef ramen. Nenki could already feel the warm, steamy, juicy tenderness that he would soon enjoy. His mouth began to water as his hands fumbled around in his pocket grabbing an unknown about of money. Handing the owner the money Nenki grabbed some chopsticks and began to enjoy, the delicate, lovely, beautiful, beef ramen. He bit into with a joygasmic chill.

[Koji Nobuyoki]

Why he was here, he didn't know. Why he hadn't been noticed, he had no clue. Why he cared? Nobody knew that. In truth, nobody knew much of anything about Koji. Most people who learned about him ended up being killed and left in cold blood to rot. For Koji wasn't a village ninja, no. He was an assassin, working under Takayuki, a powerful man with many links. He took on any assassination mission he could get, killing off powerful ninjas, rich merchants, and anybody else anyone would possibly want dead. It wasn't the sweetest life, but at least he got payed. And it would help him forget his past issues. His banishment from Amegakure.

Walking along the streets, Koji showed no facial expression. Instead, he conveyed his emotions through stroking his bangs, Koji's signal of boredom. He had strange ways of showing how he felt. One minute he'd be happy and tapping his feet to a random beat in his head, and the next he would be playing with his ponytail to show that he was sad. It was easy to tell once you got to know him, well, that is, IF you got to know him. Koji wasn't the emotional type, and didn't take easily to relationships of any sort.

Koji was strange in yet another way, being the way he dressed. He wore Hakama and a Kimono, covered with an overcoat, the average outfit of most Samurai. Why a man wore such an outfit in this age of Ninjas was unknown, but it seemed to seperate him from regular people. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with two long bangs hanging on the sides of his face.

"Excuse me sir, would you be interested in purchasing some ramen?" asked a man as Koji passed the Ichiraku Ramen Bar. Turning his head, Koji shrugged, and walked over, taking out a small bag. Taking a place in the seat next to Nenki, Koji's sword gleamed in the light of the slowly setting sun. Koji silently pointed at the ramen he wished to order, and the man behind the counter nodded, getting some ramen before placing it in a bowl. Setting it at the spot before Koji, he took Koji's money, which he had recently taken out of his bag. Koji nodded and spoke out,

"Thank you,"

before taking out some chopsticks to slurp up the ramen. Hot. Koji stopped eating for a second and let his tongue cool off before blowing on the ramen. He then proceeded to take another slurp. Delicious.

[nenki]

Nenki just glanced out the corner of his eye as he realized somebody had sat down directly beside them. Determining that the only thing that was truly odd about them was there kimono, he just continued to glance. After a couple of moments Nenki was through and he pushed the bowl away. Letting out a small belch he stood up grinning at the owner who showed a look of disgust.

It was when he stood up did Nenki finally noticed it, on the man’s hip there was a sheathed sword. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed it at first but now that he had he couldn’t manage to take his gaze off it. To the screaming protest of his conscious Nenki reached out and grabbed the sword. Swiftly pulling the sword out he simply stared at how beautiful it was. After getting it into his possessions Nenki just didn’t want to give it back to the man, so instead he turned his back and ran.

Nenki continued to sprint his way through the various crowd of people that were popping up in various places. After he got to a small opening in the street he placed the sword under his armpit and crossed his hands. “Bunshin no Jutsu,” Nenki muttered and just smirked when he saw tow clones of himself pop up exactly next to him. Reaching another crowd of people the one of the clones veered left while the other kept straight. Nenki on the othewer hnad dashed right hoping the man would have gotten distracted by the clones.

[Koji Nobuyoki]

The sword was gone. The sword has been stolen. This registered in Koji's head only about a second after the kid sprinted off. He had been careless. He would have to punish himself when he got home. But for now, Koji stood up and turned to see the child sprinting away, before cloning himself and running off in multiple directions. Standing up, Koji pushed the bowl aside, and proceeded to disappear in a flash.

Reappearing in three places, the first location was trailing after the first clone. He was, of course, being pursued by a clone, not the real thing. As he darted after the kid with his single clone, he soon shifted his movement to begin running up alongside a wall. Taking out his drums, he proceeded to begin banging hard and angrily on the drum. Though nobody could see it, chakra was pouring through his hands into his beating, causing the sound to become shockwaves.

"Okorimasu Onpu!"

In the second place, Koji's clone also brought out his drums, beginning to beat out a sad, dreary tune. The chakra flowing through his palms caused the soundwaves to become dreary and drain the clone's energy.

"Kanashii Onpu!"

In the last place, the real Koji didn't take out his drums. Instead, he focused himself on running as fast as he could and, due to his training, meant that he was running at incredible speeds, trying to catch up with the thief. At the last minute, he jumped into the air, soaring over the boy's head, before turning and drawing out his drums.

"BANG ONPU!"

Koji cried as he began to bang on the drums in an aggressive, but rythmic way. Huge soundwaves proceeded to launch out at the boy.

[nenki]

Not knowing what the beating on the drum was doing Nenki just continued to run as fast as he possibly could. He was a little ticked that his clones just managed to be a waste of energy and that this guy was coming after him the way he was. Turning into a side-alley Nenki glanced over his shoulder and came to a halt. With a sigh he turned around and held the sword out.

“I’m extremely sorry I don’t know what came over me for some reason I just felt like taking the sword from you. It was just hanging there so temptingly if you were me you probably would have done the same thing. So how about this if you want your sword back so baldy how about you and me have a small duel, nothing life threatening just low-level justu,” Nenki smirked not caring what the man’s reply was.

Placing his hands behind his back Nenki began to do hand seals. “What don’t tell me your afraid of a young genin like me,” Nenki taunted. As soon as he was through speaking Nenki tilted his head to the side and mouthed the word Suishouha. Out of thin air a water sprouted out of nowhere. Moving his hands slightly the water shot straight towards the man.

[Koji Nobuyoki]

Smiling, Koji disappeared in the blink of an eye. Reappearing behind Nenki, he began to pat his drums harder. Since his clones had now disappeared due to finding the real thief, he could now focus his chakra into his attacks. He began drumming a dreary sounding tune, with long pauses in between each hit. This would cause his opponent to slowly lose energy, and get slower and more clumsy with his movements. That would allow him to grab his sword and take the Genin down. He would most likely end up leaving some scars, mostly physical, if not any mental scars as well.