``testing the boundaries.

The Genin used the azure skies as a backdrop for his entrance, a graceful descent from the heavens granting him the personification of a deity itself. Wind howled and whipped about his silhouette, the sleeves of his attire fluttering violently as either arm stretched out to the east and west of his torso. Aoshi seemed to hover, almost - an onyx mane lay unkempt as tendrils of gale sifted through the silken tresses, further accentuating the velocity at which he'd close the proximity between himself and the ground below. The shrubbery did well to soften his fall, but the Uchiha was more than capable of coalescing into the environment and masking his seemingly frenzied flight.

Porcelain epidermis heaved lightly as the young Aoshi performed a single frontflip, his legs bent at the knees to soften the recoil of the fall. His sandals made only a light thud against the branch he'd land upon, and therein would a multitude of leaves clip away from their resting places. A hand touched to the rough bark below his footing but for a moment, fingertips grazing the makeshift edifice's edge lightly before he once more took motion. "Finally." he muttered. As if a scene of divinity, time all but slowed as the graceful Uchiha set foot on solid ground once more. A small crouch befell him thereafter, before he chose to slowly stand to full height. The atmosphere was one of serenity..tranquility..

Yelling?

Casting luminous pools of onyx and indigo into the distance, Aoshi's peripheral vision spotted what appeared to be a small animal scurrying into the distance. Its brusque speed suggested fear of the most potent kind, and the sheer volume of the voice lingering only meters behind it was more than enough to provide due reason. Curiosity was more than piqued as its tone spoke of a feminine presence, coaxing the Uchiha to take cover behind one of the monstrous trees that towered overhead. He stayed in wait, pressing the line of his torso to its rough composition. Perhaps she would reveal herself in due time.

And he would be correct. Just as the female spilled forth into existence unto his eyesight, a plethora of emotions intoxicated the mind until it was nearly tedious for him to blink. She was, at first notice, well-endowed. The evidence of this lay within the bounce of her bosom, the attire fitting snug to her curves doing little to rid her of this "hinderance". Not that Aoshi would mind, of course, but her resolve appeared to be rather volatile. As she took to chasing the animal further into the forestry, he too would push forward with an unbridled speed.

With grace divine did Aoshi jettison along the gaia, the soles of his feet barely touching the seas of emerald blades that swayed with the winds as he kept a moderate proximity between them. Though, this chase was short-lived - she'd caught her prey, and was proceeding to choke the life from its meager body. A look of indifference crossed him as elongated bangs fell along his facade, the youthful countenance waiting until her "business" had been handled before he would speak.

Nimble fingers were sure to sift afront his body, adjusting the yukata that barely covered the expanse of his skin. Hers was of a darker pigment all in itself, the kunoichi's locks bearing a deep hue akin to that of a sea of lemons. Such brought him to wonder just who she was - perhaps more importantly, why she was frantically playing cat and mouse with the fauna.

Stepping forward for few steps, the indifferent Aoshi's silken lips parted from their fullness, allowing sharpened bicuspids to create a soft glint against what light was present as he spoke. "Tell me, are you always this 'gentle' with the animals?"

It seemed as though her analyzations were for far more than the simple thrill of the kill. Indeed, Aoshi had come to remain cognizant of the sanguine malice laced about every death that those experienced eyes could lay witness to. The almond-shaped pools narrowed only slightly in response to her startled turn, and yet his body would remain statuesque in its stance. He cared little for what she was doing, and yet her presence gave him a foreboding sense of inquiry that he could not shake. Alas, he would not tarry on such things. There was far more to be said - and done, if the time allowed it - though the uncertainty of such thoughts would be tossed as chaff to the wind.

Biceps flexed only slightly as he raised an arm to push away the stray follicles that crowded the full view of his facial features, her words coaxing a barely visible smirk from the full twins. He was one to take advantage of sarcasm at every turn; it was practically fused with his saliva and applied to every advantageous point. For lack of a better acquaintance, however, he'd opt out of the "tough guy" routine and present himself in a more casual fashion. "The feeling is mutual. Though, the thrill of the chase has never failed to exhilirate me." His words were barotone, though possessing a suave nature. He was young, but one would have been mistaken to take him for a naive adolescent.

No, he was much more than that. The sight of the woman's "assets" revealed unto him but for moments, Aoshi did little in reaction - it was obvious that she was more than desirable, and to this end he chose to beat back the obvious in favor of a more respectable air about himself. In that regard, he merely shifted his weight to the western leg and watched her ministrations. His eyes fell upon her own, though regrettably he could not see the rest of her countenance. He doubted that it was necessary; it could easily be concluded that her beauty was a thing of fairy tales, God himself taking precious time and molding this goddess to a perfection rarely sought by his ever-crafting hands.

Aoshi bottled the remnants of thoughts that followed as she spoke once more, the flicker within his iris in return to her question granting her the amusement that befell him. Broad shoulders lifted and fell with a soft chuckle, and yet he advanced with slow footsteps. As he approached the ebon angel in all her enigmatic glory, a hand extended itself ever so slowly to the side of the woman's left cheek. He plucked a leaf before it could land upon her frame in all its unworthiness, releasing it from slender digits and allowing it to flutter lifelessly to the ground below.

Few meters were between them now. "I only sneak up on the gorgeous ones. I hear that being caught off guard by a woman's beauty can cause sudden heart attacks. I had to be careful." he returned. A small grin crept up on his lips as his tongue slid forth to wet them, retracting once more so that he could properly introduce himself. My name is Uchiha Aoshi. You may call me Aoshi if you desire, but "Ao" will also suffice."

A welcoming gaze was produced from those pools of duality, though behind the scenes he was calculating much faster than one could have anticipated. Aoshi was no fool - even the most beautiful shards of glass could eviscerate the skin at a moment's notice. The beautiful face was altogether intoxicating....but lethal at the same time.

And yet, his eyes would not stray away from the intensity that they gave even in the most subtle of settings. The iris flickered as he existed on this edifice with the obviously elder female, though her age level could do nothing more than pique the interest of hormones easily done away with; a shinobi's focus was a thing of lore, and his own was unmatched in its ever-constant absolution. Nearly subconsciously did the muscular silhouette of the Uchiha shift to his eastern leg, the sole of its foot digging into the gaia slightly. There was a rather eerie moment of inquiry as he noted the limp animal still within her clutches, its form attracting her attention as he looked on. Remorse for her actions? ...Aoshi seriously doubted such a farfetched notion.

And yet, an unsatisfied tone emanated from every word that spilled forth from her mouth. 'Lids slid downward over those scarlet spheres as he chuckled softly, the fullness of his lips accentuating the wholehearted amusement plastered along his facade. There was a certain irony about a woman who hadn't gotten the pleasure she was searching for, this being the torment of more than half of those that he knew at that point in time. Had she been more forthcoming, perhaps it would have fueled a sense of duty to ensure that she had, indeed, pleasured herself before this little encounter was concluded.

Aoshi was no stranger to facades of interest and intrigue. He, himself, had avoided Kazu's intellectual advances on more than one occasion - it was his expertise, and even behind the form-fitting fabric did he read her every bodily movement and statement for what it truly was. "Then I suppose that the point of capturing your recent quarry has been nothing but an irritation for you." he deduced. His eyes met hers once more after travelling along the expanse of her frame, once more diving into the hidden pleasure of appreciating her curvatures at such a close proximity. Rather brusque in his glance, however, he wondered if she'd catch the curiosity that seemed to flicker in small quantities from those crimson occuli.

Part of the Genin was cursing the perils of being a man in the presence of such a seductress. Partially grateful for her attention elsewhere, he'd been able to isolate such thoughts dancing around in the cerebral. Interestingly so, as moments ago he was fortified and left with naught but the engagement of training once more on his mind. The air about her appeared to keep him inebriated - yet, the remnants of his sexual judgements were easily masked by his interest in her seemingly "unfortunate" kill. The enigmatic woman possessed a certain "euphoria" from its processes, but if left unchecked with proper time management, she'd fall uninterested.

And indeed, contrary to popular belief, the Sharingan had picked up the very sanguine desire slipping from her silhouette as he stood close to her. Had he reached out with an arm, he was doubtful that he wouldn't run into those "soft obstructions". They were, needless to say, his favorite part of the female anatomy. Though, such a conclusion was short-lived as she spoke once more. "Yes. Your attractive features are the exact reason he was running away from you, and not toward you." he joked. A momentary chuckle filtered out through his esophagus. "The pleasure is mutual, Kaoruko. It's rare that I encounter intelligent lifeforms outside the recesses of my own mind."

His eyes didn't bother to move toward the appendage that extended itself toward him; he merely allowed the alternate arm to jut forward from his torso's side, the slightly calloused hands of a blade-wielding warrior gliding along her digits until his gesture could coincide with hers. "You're a woman of highly analytical processes, love. I doubt you're interested in something that you can easily view through your own eyes." Surely, Konoha's knowledge of the Uchiha could grant one the ability of knowing just how simplistic such an answer to that question could be. She feigned an interest, and as such he would return the favor - this chess game could prove rather interesting, if not volatile on her part. Luring her into such a pleasureful pastime was the least Aoshi could do; she'd kept him company, and the definite "eye candy" was more than worth the time spent.

Stepping forward with a single foot, time appeared to slow to a near halt as he rose her already-grasped hand to his countenance. He coaxed the tips of her fingers to glide along his flawless visage, resting her palm lightly to his cheek as his eyes widened only slightly. The single tomoe within those scarlet pools revealed unto her, the line of his body barely brushed along hers. With such a close proximity, how could she not see through the "roles" that both of them had been playing? Aoshi may have been young...but the maturity and wit that rest within his cerebral spoke of a sage's lifetime.

The Uchiha had to admit, though - he enjoyed her underestimation of his deductive reasoning skills. In return, he'd extend the invitation of sacrificing his vessel for her enjoyment...whatever that meant to her, he'd most likely find out by the end of their "engagement".

Oh, well.

Let the chips fall where they will. Aoshi was apathetic to life itself. This was merely a game of russian roulette..regardless of the fact that more than one bullet rested within the chamber, he'd play along willingly...and most enjoyably.