Dark Revival

[Mikuru Uchiha [~Miko]]

Once the President-Elect stepped foot onto Land of Fire's soil, the Security Force would wish the Adolescent girl the best of luck. They regretted not following her the whole way but Mikuru wouldn't have any of that. With her black bag strapped around her figure, communication device at the ready, everything was set. Now it would just be herself and Haseo. They were heading to a familiar place, the place where a man literally disappeared from the face of the earth.

As for Mikuru, she maintained her Sharingan as a scroll was pulled out. This scroll contained some key jutsu she wanted to learn along her travels. The first jutsu was a genjutsu perception. The ability to create figments, quick genjutsu that were often used for distractions would serve as a useful supplementary ability. Careful aqua-marine hues began to study the scroll, committing it to memory before she practiced.

Figment Perception
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: With this technique the user is capable of performing Jutsus that deals with the type of perception of Figment kind.
Special: ---
Drawback: Without this the user is unable to perform Jutsus dealing with the Figment Perception.
Description: Figment Perception creates a false Sensation. When a Figment Technique is perceived everyone feels the same thing, there is no alter, or different versions of a technique from person to person. This means that if a user performs a Figment Perception on a group, everyone feels the exact same Perception. With a Figment Perception if a user wishes to create an affect such as speech, the user must pick the speech first in order for it to speak or else no audible speech will be heard. If intelligible speech is possible, it must be in a language the user can speak. This goes the same with images, a user cannot create an image unless the user knows the image. User can only create figments out of two sensory, sight and sound. Figments cannot cause damage to objects or creatures, support weight, provide nutrition, or provide protection from the elements. Figments are pure illusions, used for distractions, confounding, or delaying enemies. This is not a mind affecting perception.
Limit: No Limitation.

The process of learning began with the basics; moulding chakra. For genjutsu, one needed to focus on projecting their chakra outwards. It was a subtle technique, the Akumu performing hand seals in order to align her chakra perfectly. The basis for her figment would be to create a figment of a kunai. Her arm would outstretch awaiting the Kunai to emerge within her hand. Had the contacts not masked her bloodline, an onlooker would see the three tomoe spiraling counter-clockwise at that very moment. The Kunai would emerge slowly, it's form materializing like stardust. She attempted to position her hand to make it seem like she grasped the illusory kunai but no sooner did the item disappear.

Perhaps it was too soon or her own mind was fooled by the success, the kunai wasn't real but out of killer instinct she attempted to grasp the handle. Her cheeks almost puffed into a pout, The Akumu had become rusty in her practice of genjutsu over the years, using it less and less. Now she had to look back to the memories of yesteryear. Within her mind she recalled the lessons of one of her many Akumu teachers. Her body yearned to grasp the feeling she had long ago. Starting from the top she'd create several hand seals before ending in the ram hand-sign. The ram was a well used hand seal for genjutsu practitioners. Sending her chakra forward, her sharingan would analyze the essence as it began to build the image of a bonzai tree along the ground.

Thanks to the Sharingan, she was able to analyze the genjutsu she created. It sparked new ideas and methods to construct more figments. One idea was to create the figment with the principles of fire. Sending her chakra outwards, she'd form a small flame. With each passing second she'd use her chakra to fuel the new creation. Since she was so focused on fire, the figment became that of fire itself. The flame grew from a small ball into a sizeable flame. This flame was perfect for a camp fire. "Is it possible to make this bigger, more elaborate?"

Her mind began to race with the idea, her chakra began to layer itself on-top of the previous chakra source. Figments felt like paintings to the Akumu, you had to carefully apply your chakra as colours. The colours, essentially light, helped to make the genjutsu believable. Mental imaging was also a key, the more she imagined a larger flame, the more her chakra would react. She had connected her thoughts, her very imagination to her chakra. This was how she'd be able to make things "real", capturing a fleeting moment through chakra alone.

Speaking of imagination, as she focused on the art of figments her mind began to wander. Lost in her own world, she began to think about her dreams. One dream forever stood out in her mind, this was a dream of her father. Whenever she increased her skill with the Sharingan he was always there. His spirit; an essence she could only see within her dreams became the mental imaging for her chakra. The very flames swirling in a small twister before it revealed the stunning Uchiha. He held no specific pose, arms at his side. His head was held down with his eyelids shut. When the figment looked up and his eyes opened, Mikuru would gasp as she saw his own Sharingan. After that the chakra connection severed, she'd become caught within her own figment and lost focus.

0/20

[Kuro]

+10tp
+20 sharingan Points = Learned.

He would follow into the land of Fire, their escort would stop there, and it was true that her diplomatic Immunities were running short. Now it was up to Haseo to keep his love safe, all by himself. He would follow the girl as they were heading towards a place that brought back dark memories. Tanzaku Gai, the city that was the last scene of a dramatic play known as the Life of Shingai. He would disappear from the populous here, it took everything he had in his person and then some to pull off such an act. Yet it would appear that the girl longed to return to such a place.

As they traveled Mikuru stared at a scroll learning a new technique no doubt she was intending to become stronger, most likely to become less dependent on her followers. She always wanted to be the one that Moyoushi looked up to, so she could protect them. Haseo should train as well, but he wasn't sure as to what he would have to train at this point in time. They were nearing the city, it was time for the duo to begin speaking of this plan. "You had a plan, please explain it to me?" he would ask as they moved on. He needed to know what she was thinking, otherwise it could cause chaos between the two of them.

[Kinz]

moveing

[Mikuru Uchiha [~Miko]]

At long last they arrived within the village that changed their fate. This Poetic Paper Town was the very site of their disappearance. In fact, they had gone so far as to reappear to the very motel that they made their disappearance. Now within a room, one familiar to the one they disappeared from, Mikuru sat on the edge of a bed. She looked over to Haseo and upon confirming the room to be secure, she'd reveal her plan.

"It's time for you to re-emerge into this world my love. Here where it was said you disappeared, I'll reawaken you. Not only do we need to throw your pursuers off track, we must begin to seek shinobi villages as our clients. Force them into using our services. Waterfall shall be our first target. As for myself, I must return to Cloud in order to speak with the Raikage. I should be able to throw them off scent while gaining the necessary intel we need to protect ourselves. To do this, I'll form an alter ego... becoming the cloud Kunoichi that you saw earlier."

Unzipping the bag, it contained the girl's head. It was preserved well, she'd be able to impersonate the girl whenever necessary:

Impersonate
Rank: "A" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: A powerful technique that occurs when the opponent touches a living or dead like body. By doing so they assume all aspects of this person's form, including mannerisms, speech, and body language.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: A technique that only works when the person that the user wishes to impersonate or look like touches that person. User does not gain any skills, or capabilities as that of the person they are impersonating.
Description: By touching a target, the user assumes all aspects of the form, including mannerisms, speech, and body language. You effectively become the target's double, behaving in every way like the original. You can pass for him or her in public settings, intimate gatherings, and even in private meetings. However, you gain no additional knowledge, skills, or capabilities beyond of what the user already knows about the person. This means that the user must observe and know all aspects of the person they are impersonating in order for this technique to work. The person being impersonated cannot be more than two feet taller or shorter than the user. People are not allowed to check if the person is who they are without just cause and to check for merely interacting with the user.
Limit: Must know Must know Figment Perception of GenJutsus.

0/100 Sharingan Activated

The scroll she brought with her contained the perfect jutsu for her plan. This genjutsu of the figment perception allowed for one to impersonate anyone they touched. She was confident in her acting skills but special effects helped to make movies come to life, so too did this jutsu aid her future performance. Breaking down the jutsu, she'd begin to prepare for the transformation at hand. It all started with the listed handseals, her hands began to sway and dance as she formed each seal. Due to the level of jutsu and her own skills with hand seals, it took her a little while longer to complete her first test run.

Once the first run was complete, she'd read over the notes that she made with her security officers. The scarlet eyes of Uchiha would now allow her to forget the body movements of the young woman. The look in her eyes, the way she performed hand seals, even her movements. Said movements were unrefined except for the hand seals. She could tell the girl was leaned closer to either ninjutsu or genjutsu because of the speed she performed the hand seals. Thus on her next trial run she attempted to increase her own speed with hand seals. This practice would continue as the young Akumu sat upon the bedside.

"So, while I prepare my new guise, do you recall anything about a chuunin from Kumogakure named Miko?"

She had asked the question just as she began to remove her current contact lenses. Once they were safely removed, she'd place them away for later use. Previously she had went to a tailor in order to get an order for a set of clothes. One of them would be for Haseo, the other set for herself. For now she'd have to make the whole appearance purely with chakra. This involved focusing her chakra once more, making a mental image. Once the mental image was within her cerebral; she'd connect it to her own chakra. It was so fast, the chakra poured out of her tenketsu seeking to wrap around her form like fine silk. The rate of change was so quick that upon opening her eyes, she was able to glance at her new form.

Well, actually she had to look at her arm and feel her body proportions in order to confirm the changes. What a... fun site that might have been, it caused Mikuru to look over at Haseo with a smirk. Easing herself off the bed she'd move over to a mirror to continue her examination. This first attempt wasn't perfect, her sharingan still glared back at her but most importantly... the outfit was wrong. Somehow she had transformed into this Miko person yet kept her own stylish attire. Not just that, her hairstyle was the same but the colour was silver. The mishap only served to prove the difficulty of this jutsu. There was so much at work that she would need to focus heavily upon the research she performed.

Extending her right arm out, she'd touch the mirror while dispelling the genjutsu. Her eyes shifted to her perhiperals, wondering what Haseo thought. Would he need her help to prepare his own guise? That might involve the use of her Sharingan if so. Looking back to the mirror, she'd simply hum a song, it was rather popular in Moyoushi these days, especially with teenage girls. Her hands went back to work to form those hand seals, chakra swirling through her network as it built up in the necessary portions of her body.

"Figment Perception: Impersonate..."

Chakra coiled around her form again and no sooner did she take on the form of Miko. Once the jutsu was complete, she'd turn around to look to Haseo.

"How do I look dear?"

[Kuro]

+10tp
+20 Sharingan Points

The Nara had followed her to a building with heart wrenching memories dug deep within it's confines. The duo had just finished their reign of terror across the Land of Fire, like Bonnie and Clyde hiding from the police in some make shift motel at the edge of town. It was here where they would reinvent themselves, forcing old identities to disappear within the sands of time, and the shadows of the day. Haseo would stare at her, yet his mind was locked onto a different image. The image of that mask... the mask of the demon within, something that would control Haseo throughout his life, he thought he'd rid himself of that mask once and for all. Only for it to return once more.

Trapped in the wake of a dream...

Such haunting features would race through his mind as a figure appeared before him. The burning village, a girl standing staring at the wreckage of the night. A man laughing, no not a man but a monster, mocking the dead. The figure would materialize out of the flames the white porcelain mask, staring at him. The girl wouldn't really say much to such a situation, but the man approached her further. With no words between them they would make there exit. That girl was Mikuru, the man was known as Shingai. Attempting to break free of the memory he would shake his head as his emerald optics would no longer be gazing off into his horrid memories. Now more focused on the beauty of his love, whom had been training on the edge of the bed.

No longer a mask but a sign of sincerity...

A soft smile would find it's way upon his chin as he gazed upon Mikuru's body. She would be attempting some form of genjutsu it would seem. She had asked him about a girl known as Miko, a Chuunin of Kumogakure. He had only seen her a few times in his time there, he didn't even hear all that much about her during his residence. If she did much for Cloud it must have been covert, but Haseo was also more used to hearing rumors about himself and Raikou. "I knew next to nothing about the girl you speak of," he would say in a cold response, the form of Shingai slowly leaking out of its locked cage. She would then proceed to feel her own proportions, an eyebrow would raise, the one above his right eye. Why would his love be checking her own body.

She would smile slightly before getting up and going towards the full body mirror, looking at herself seeing what she had done. As his love made her way to the mirror it would suddenly connect with him, that her image was no longer the same. Her features had changed, her hair color had gone silver, and her skin tone had changed as well. Yet the style remained her own, what an odd use of a jutsu he would think. Then realizing what she was attempting to do, the image of the body whom the head he had severed from. That was Miko of Kumogakure. It was clear to him that she was going to do her best to prove herself towards the Shinobi of this world. She wanted to enter Cloud without being seen, and then make a grand entrance with the private show only to the Raikage.

Fate of the world...

The Shinobi world really could be altered with a massive ripple affect, and by who? Mikuru, the young woman who attempted to change her form. She really did have what it took to alter the lifestyle of a shinobi. If she could change someone like Haseo, there was no doubt in his mind that she could affect the entire world around them. She would turn to him and ask of his opinion, so he would gaze upon her features and clothing, changes were still needed, but it would appear to him as if she was getting a good concept on the works of this Genjutsu. "You're close my love, but not quite there," he would say to her at first. "But in all honesty, I'm not a fan of your change," he would add into as a short bit of comedy, that was more of Haseo then Shingai speaking.

[Mikuru Uchiha [~Miko]]

[30/100]

Bonnie and Clyde indeed, the situation was slowly beginning to unfold before their very eyes. Soon a demon would be unleashed upon the world at large. A demon manipulated by those who no longer had a voice, a generation supressed through the dark arts. Consistently caught within the strife of the shinobi world; civilians would forever suffer for their political leaders if change could not be made. The world at large needed to know pain, to hear the voice of anguish. Only then could they understand the results of their actions, accept the consequences behind the pursuit of military endeavours. She knew she needed to be strong, her heart was waivering as even now Haseo's voice rung through the room. She could differentiate between the two sides of the Akumu; detecting the feintest trace of the Nara even when the demon was beginning to emerge. Thus her expression to him was one mixed with sadness and courage. "You just dislike a woman who appears more... sincere in her assets. Shame on you~!"

It was a bit of teasing but she too was carefully analyzing the new form in order to reflect upon the jutsu itself. For some reason she herself wasn't feeling the effects of the jutsu at all. At the moment she felt like herself, her body langauge, speech, and mindset were very much her own. In order to truly plunge herself into the jutsu she began to recall the memories of the kunoichi. In an instant the Akumu turned on her heel and headed towards the bed. Her arms sought the black bag she carried. Within it's confines was the head of the woman she was trying to become. Withdrawing it, she held it up to eye level. Those eyes no longer held the look of madness but rather...acceptance. Were the girl's last wishes truly honoured in combat? This she had to find out for herself, chakra surging through her form as it moved through both arms. Like many figment genjutsu, she attempted to forge a mental image. This mental image was of the kunoichi held within her arms. As a Genjutsu specialist she knew this was an advanced level of jutsu for it required a medium in order to produce the figment.

Yes, upon confirmation within her mind the jutsu would begin to truly take effect. The medium was Miko's noble crown, her chakra acting as a vaccum. It began to pull information from the body at large. There was no better way for the Akumu to describe how her own chakra felt around her, except to say that it was like stardust. It shimmered around her form, wrapping tightly as it sought to bring the appearance to life. Of course she was performing the jutsu out of step and would no sooner cease her activities in order to look over at Haseo. Her visage had contorted to shock. She felt it, the change was coming about herself. Unlike their last endeavour, she didn't change much. It was a simple mannor of masking her appearance and re-emerging as a child-like prodigy in Moyoushi. This time she would be the one to change, while he returned back to his former self.

Despite this difference of approach, fear would not hold her down. Resting the head down upon the bed for but a moment, her arms would dance and weave through the air. Delicate hands focused on forming each seal correctly before clasping the final seal. The necessary chakra was moulded within her hands, ready to capture the essence of what they touched. Her movements were slow, her arms extending towards the head once more. She'd palm the skull of her opponent, cusping the cheeks as if she was the kunoichi's own lover. How cruel to think one's murderer would handle them in such a way, even after death. Swift change would be the consequence for this woman's actions. Miko's form materializing around Mikuru's body to mask away the Akumu completely. Unlike her failed efforts before, this time she made headway.

She focused on recreating everything about Miko, the attire carefully sown through chakra. Once complete, familiar hands now held onto a head. Solemn eyes looked back into relieved eyes. There was no smile to share, just pale digits trailing along the eye sockets. Peace was given to Kiyoko at last or so the new Kiyoko felt. Turning to the male within the room she blinked once, her expression somewhat creepy and lacking overall presence. "So...are you ready...to return...?" The voice spoken was no longer her own but that of the former Chuunin.

[Kuro]

+10 TP
+20 Sharingan Points.


He would offend her, but she only spoke to keep the man in line, could he truly hold her against it. That and he was sure that she was well aware that this form was less appealing compared to her original state. But none the less, Haseo would listen to her words as she continued to attempt this technique of hers. He had a strong distaste for Genjutsu, mind tricks, a weak body could be a strong opponent because of their ability to manipulate their opponents mind with chakra. He thought back to the idea of what she spoke about early, a small Hidden Village in a country North of their current location. "So you wish for me to find the Hidden Waterfall Village?" he would ask her. Such a task wasn't something an average shinobi should attempt. To go through a detailed searching process of long distance travel, along with remembering perimeters and keeping eyes out for any form of traps around the Hidden Village. He would admit this was an easier task then penetrating a Hidden Village.

A pulse from the shadows within...

Such shinobi actions reminded him of the days when he was young, running for all his might, hoping to find a form of safe haven from the hunters on his trail. A small grin would pop upon his chin when the thought of trading places would begin once more. The Nara was tired of running from people hunting him, he wanted to hunt them instead. But that grin would slowly disperse when he came to realize that she was intending to penetrate something like the Cloud Village by herself. Not only that but to pose as a Chuunin from the village to make it easier for her. To be caught could get her killed, or tortured, or both... The Raikage that was in charge when he left was rather cruel and twisted in a medical sense of the idea. He would speak on that, he trusted her abilities he could only pray that she wouldn't be caught. He would have to gain vengeance on an entire village, that's no easy task, not a Shinobi Village at least.

A steady heartbeat...

Something was changing within his mind, a deep dark secret surfacing for air after so long underwater. He couldn't believe the urges he was feeling once more. Her words wouldn't help... returning wasn't something he had intended to do. But Haseo wasn't going to be able to with strain the demon that Mikuru wanted to awaken once more. "Knock, knock," a raspy cold voice within his mind would say. Shingai was almost free, but Haseo wasn't about to let him just waltz out of his cage and do as he pleased. He knew that this demon wanted its body back, to take control of the powers he had worked so hard to obtain earlier in his life. Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat he would pull out an object wrapped tightly within black cloth, small stains from a familiar liquid. Blood...

Home is where the heart is...

His hands trembling within the cloth as he would close his eyes slowly, drifting into the memory of the day he removed this from his life. The darkest day next to the true awakening of the demon, the day he slaughtered one hundred innocents. This day wasn't as bloody, but it still involved a great deal of pain on Haseo's behalf, it was the death of Shingai and the birth of Haseo. A day of disappearance.

~Flashback~

Shingai was standing within the hotel room with Mikuru, the duo had just left the scene of yet another massacre, no shinobi involved, nothing but innocent civilians who wouldn't look away from the disturbed porcelain mask upon the head of the lanky demon. They had been discussing when to return to the home of Mikuru so she could do her duties as president elect. It was here when he decided to remove his mask. "I cannot travel with such a face any longer," he would say, at this point totally controlled by her sharingan and would have no choice but to abide her commands. "With this face, my name shall also go with it," and with that he would reach up and remove the mask, pulling back the hood letting his hair fall loose for the first in days.

A death of a demon... and a birth of a man...

Holding the mask out before his face, he would pull out a kunai and quickly shove it into the palm of his hand, taking a piece of black cloth from his outfit he would wrap up the mask and mark the mask and the cloth with his blood. A makeshift seal, in order to lock away such horrid and dark memories, along with the urges to drink the blood of his prey. Shingai would be no more, or so he thought. "I no longer stand here as an Akumu, but as a Nara..." he would say looking at his beloved. "Nara, Haseo," the name would be uttered and the true transformation would begin.

Innocence was born within the wicked...

~End Flashback~

He wouldn't unwrap it quite yet, he set it down on the bed and reached into his pocket once more. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he would knock out one cigarette and place it between his lips, lighting it he would inhale and pocket the lighter once more. He looked at Mikuru, his face was troubled, but Shingai was in control once more. For the grin of the wicked had returned to his face. "So, what did you have intended for Waterfall?" he would ask her as he smoked his last cigarette. The demon was dwelling within, awaiting the placement of the mask, for the finalization of his awaking. When that moment arrives, the world once more will be forced to sleep with one eye on the door and the other on the window, and hope to God that he wasn't under the bed...

For where innocence can be born, it can be tainted...

[Mikuru Uchiha [~Miko]]

60/100

Innocent green eyes examined the body langauge of the missing ninja in the room. They simply stared, lacking any human emotion to speak of. The jutsu was upholding itself well, the green hues masking the scarlet eyes completely. Since she was focusing on making the genjutsu work, her mind was split between formulating the duo's next move and supplanting any body langauge her chakra hadn't simulated on it's own. Each slender palm proceeded to carefully caress the solemn cranium of the deceased. Mikuru's mind was subconsciously channeling the mental image; binding it to the very chakra until it would sustain itself. Genjutsu was not the fortay for her partner, he disliked it and perhaps that was the influence of Akumu culture. To each individual, they would interpret the laws and influence of teachings their own way. For Haseo, Genjutsu was for the weak... it was a gateway for them to battle the strong. For Mikuru, genjutsu was a way for her to tame everyone.

"Yes I do... it's... quite weak I hear. Such a village cannot stand up to the five great nations. We can... influence them to our own bidding. Taint there ways and corrupt their people inside and out until they collapse upon themselves. Dwindling within their own evil... and their lack of strength."

She couldn't restrain the giggle that escaped her thin lips. Her voice sounded so apathetic, it lacked any human tone. A stark contrast to Mikuru's own sincere tone, one she used to carefully mask away her intentions. Despite this, she could see how his body reacted to the thought of finding a Hidden Village. Small habbits that humans developed, expressed solely within Body langauge. He was reacting to his thoughts, inhibitions were rising to the surface. He couldn't hide those things from the Uchiha. At the same time her own chakra began to influence her actions as well. Her expression instead of reflecting the curiositiy and mischievous nature she carried, turned into a longing look. Her green hues filled with empathy, contrasting the apathetic tone she carried. The head of Kiyoko would be placed upon the bed, temporarily discarded as she proceeded to walk over to the Akumu. Every step she took displayed a meek young woman. Cautious; enemies were always around her, in order to maintain the upperhand she'd have to slide under the radar.

She'd stop several steps before him, tilting her head as she began to comprehend the change in expression. The grin that he displayed was wiped away with something. Was doubt beginning to plauge his consciousness? If it wasn't doubt then what could his thoughts be? Certainly the faux chuunin would desire to find out more. Quickly bridging the gap between them so that the duo was close. She sought to rest her head against the man's chest. To listen to the sound of his heartbeat. That was a muscle that, although masked by the human body could not tell lies. She could not assume his now steady heartbeat was because of the close proximity they had. No something was rising within him, growing stronger. As he reached into the inner coat pocket her mind began to wonder. A brief moment of haze. The jutsu she was attempting to learn was powerful. So much so that even her own mind was beginning to falter.

No matter what she did, her actions were no longer her own. Her voice was no longer her own. The chakra coiled around her body, causing her to loose herself. "Is this how you felt... Shingai-niisan?" Mikuru wondered to herself, yet her eyes would no sooner catch sight of what he'd pull out. She couldn't help but step back, making distance between herself and the Nara once more. Just as the cigarette was placed between his lips, Mikuru's genjutsu would shatter. Her true form appeared once more, indicating she still had a ways to go before mastering the genjutsu. The fact that the man looked to her with such a troubled face, indicated the last bit of Haseo... slowly departing once more. Mikuru's own expression reflected the sadness she felt. By Haseo withdrawing, it felt as if she committed murder. An innocent man trapped by the darkness of a deadly clan.

"Looking for specifics now are we..."

Hatred lingered within her own voice, yet it was something she brought upon herself. The sinister grin reminded her of the innocent lives that were lost. Now was a deciding moment for the Uchiha. Did she have the strength to proceed with her plan? Was this the limit of her own resolve. Worse yet... she unleashed this hidden beast. Even before he had taken off the mask, she drove him mad. Guilt flooded her consciousness a she remained silent. There was no way she could proceed with this order, could she? Within her heart the world had become black. The sharingan spun counter-clockwise at an alarming rate.The sound of lightning crackled through the air. There was to be a storm. The rain was a sign of innocent lives crying for mercy.

"I want you to show the Hidden Waterfall what true fear is. I want them to see what pain feels like. Submit them to that very fear, show them that they cannot hide within their village. Once they are weakened and their precious secrets are lost... we'll proceed from there."

Despite this, she had no place to shed any tears. Pacing back and forth within that room, the Akumu looked at the innocent kunoichi that she had killed. She needed answers... she needed to know more about that chuunin. She owed her that much, something that she would do.Thus her hands would dance and weave through the air. Each handsign was made with precision. They guided her chakra network in order to produce the necessary effects for the jutsu once more. There could be no regrets, she'd have to wholeheartedly become Miko of Kumogakure. Chakra had already aligned itself within her palms. Both arms outstretched to clasp Miko's cheeks. The jutsu itself did not have any reservations, the effects happening swiftly. The mental image of Miko was carefully formed fueling the deadly figment.

In an instant Miko was reborn, those green eyes had returned masking away the scarlet eyes. Perhaps what she didn't realize was that while her partner contained a demon, she herself was fostering an angel. One that she'd need to crush in order to achieve her plans. For now, the goal was clear; she would enter the Cloud village. Withdrawing both of the World Map's in her possession, she'd copy over Cloud's location to her old map. Once she was done, she'd keep the map that she had acquired from Miko. Her original map was tossed towards the demon.

"It wouldn't work so well... if we didn't... gain their location."

[Kuro]

+10 TP
+20 Sharingan Points

((Post Themed by this Song.))

A slow inhale would allow the drifting smoke roll from his lips, the still air of the room, yet the tense situation would grow, the world around them was even reacting such a scene. A thunderstorm was growing, a time of true terror within nature, such power hides within those Clouds. Finishing his cigarette he would put it out and toss it aside, looking back at his mask he would listen to the directions given by the girl. The Nara's last moments of freedom would be spent struggling to remain in control, but would he ever be successful again in this battle? Lowering his eyelids he would allow a situation to take over him. The area was dark, damp and rather unwelcoming, dancing lights from a torch on a wall mount. Haseo standing not moving or swaying, he would simply stare off into blank space. A gust of wind would play with his long white trench coat along with his bangs. Suddenly he would be face to face with the demon he had locked away one year ago. Tall and thin metal bars seperating the two, a few cryptic seals placed upon those bars. "This isn't your body," Haseo would utter in a cold tone, staring at the white porcelain mask. "This isn't a battle, nor will it ever be. You had submitted to my power years ago. Remember?" a cold an twisted sick tone would come from behind the mask. Shingai was mocking his counter part. Haseo would seem confused on that remark, but wouldn't say a word yet until he could come to a conclusion.

Back and forth, the struggle consumes our soul...

"Don't you remember?" Shingai would ask in that sick tone of his. "The day we killed our partners in Mist. That was the day you signed your fate away to me," with that said a slight demented laugh would escape from the cage, and it's infinite darkness, only the dancing light was there to illuminate the white porcelain mask of Shingai. Haseo would be frustrated with Shingai's mention of that day, it was true that his life would never be the same after that desicion of his, something he truly regretted. "Enough," Haseo would state, getting rather annoyed with the situation. "This isn't a..." he would begin to speak but cut off by Shingai. "You're right it's not a debate, it's a trip down memory lane. But you'll have plenty of time to do that while you remain behind these bars," Shingai would finish speaking and Haseo wouldn't truly understand at first. "What do you mean behind these..." he would stop speaking upon realizing he somehow found himself within the cage he had once trapped Shingai within. A dark and demonic laugh would ring out through the darkness of this mindset. Shingai would turn and begin to walk away into the darkness as Haseo grasped the bars and screamed at the top of his lungs. Attempting to stop Shingai and free himself from the imprisonment that he would have found himself in.

Today I become the bull...

With a twisted grin, the eyelids would raise. Shingai reached up and removed his green contacts returning his eyes to the cold ice blue appearance that he was gifted. Looking down at his mask e would place it back upon his face where it so rightfully belonged. Looking at Mikuru, he would finally respond to her words. "It's getting late love shouldn't we be going?" his reference of course would be to move this plan into action, the demon was thirsty for blood once more. He would stand up and stretch, placing his katana and wakazashi back in their original place. He would keep is focus remaining on Mikuru until she responded. As he waited a knock, or more so of three quick knocks would come from the door. Shingai's quick movements from his years of running and hiding he would be against the wall, the door to his right, he awaited Mikuru. Behind his mask the grin would grow, would this knock be a new victim to the slaughter or was Mikuru hiding more of her plan from him.

[Mikuru Uchiha [~Miko]]

90/100 (Sharingan Deactivated)

"Cool."

Dispursing the genjutsu just as a bolt of lightning could be seen from outside. The following sound of thunder occured just after. Mikuru was back once more, her scarlet gaze unactivated. It had been some time, yet those lavender eyes, the ones that made many mistake the Uchiha for a Hyuuga were present. They weren't ordinary eyes, they were the ones inherited from her mother. For a brief moment it was as if the Mizukage was standing before the traitourous Akumu. His posture and expression was that of the very man she crossed path's with one year ago. He even tossed his cigarette aside in an impressive mannor. He certainly was a good listener, quietly assessing her orders. She could feel a familiar darkness growing within her own being. A flicker of dark ki, embodying her right eye. It was as if Shingai was calling forth to her Akumu side. Those weak feelings which were trapping her as she used the genjutsu were washed away. In it's place, the sight of the goal was ahead of her. It wouldn't take much to finish cleaning the room and begin to pack away certain things. She'd leave her original map for the Akumu, whilst her new map would guide her /home/.

The black bag she had careed the chuunin in was grasped once more. The head carefully tucked away. Perhaps this was her intuition for no sooner was there a knock at the door. Hatred was in her eyes but only for a moment. Rational thinking revealed to the president-elect that it was most likely their order of clothes. She'd approach the door as Shingai went into position. Throwing on a simple black cloak that was left hanging, she'd answer the door. The hood masked her identity well, the letter of receipt flashed before the delivery girl's eyes. Once she accepted the order, the door would close.
In a faint whisper she'd mention something to her partner in crime.

"Kill her after I leave."

A sick grin contorted her soft features as she tossed the man his traditional garb. He wasn't the demon without it, it added to his disposition. As for her own clothes, she'd proceed to the bathroom with the black bag in tow. The procedure that she was about to embark on was delicate, thus she began to change as she reflected on the jutsu. First there was the string of hand seals she needed to perform. Her eyelids closed as she reflected on her past training. Something was always off with this jutsu, there was something... not right. She began to perform the handseals just as she did before her partner. "This genjutsu induces a strong connection with the person you touch." She began to consider that stage of the jutsu before performing the hand seals once more. Her chakra was sent through her form, pooling within her arms. This time before touching the head of the chuunin kunoichi, she paused to reflect on old memories.

The memories began to flood through her cerebral as her tender digits traced the fabric of the new attire. The smooth purple with black frills indicated to her a reserved disposition. The touch of black reflected a mourning/state of loss. With each point she considered, it felt as if she was strongly analyzing the girl. The image of the sharingan within her head, breaking down the girl's life. The hidden rage that she had reflected upon the confusion and chaos trapped within her heart. These were traits that Mikuru caught within the very heat of battle. They served to mix into her chakra, creating a mental image. It was no more than a fleeting figment, yet as she changed into the girl's traditional attire it felt as if she was becomming the chuunin. The chakra flowing through her, connecting itself to the mental image was more potent than before.

Through sheer instinct her arms lashed out to the black bag. Her palms stumbling as she sought to caress the pale cheeks of Kiyoko. As she did the chakra began to flow through her and around the skull of her victim. Once the chakra had pooled, her mind focused on everything she observed. Even the most subtle of clues and gestures. The last inhibitions that were preventing her from becoming the girl was fear. Fear that the disposition within her chakra would overtake her. In order to make the final headway needed to learn the jutsu, she needed to have no fear. To accept whatever may come, even if the potency of the genjutsu very well affected the user to some degree. Thus with the mental barrier unlocked, the chakra would be pulled back from the cranium. It seeped all over Mikuru's arms as it acted as an aura around her body.

This aura was the true basics of the genjutsu. Through this aura, her body as those perceived it was transformed. She took the time to allow the unusual sensations to flow through her. With each arm movement, her chakra aligned her body to the correct movements. "Is it okay now...?" she spoke, yet her larenx; coated in the chakra spoke now as Kiyoko. When she opened her eyelids, green had tainted the lovely lavender. Her hair was no longer in the pigtails that she was used to. It was up in as spiked ponytail. Yes, all her features had been replaced. Kiyoko's final words continued to repeat to her over and over again. Now the jutsu was complete, making sure that everything was set upon her person, much in the same way it would have been before the newfound possessions were received. She'd grasp the black bag and zip it up. There was no need to reveal such an item to the world anymore.

When she returned, she looked one last time to Shingai.

"Farewell...love."

{Exit out of Tanzaku Gai, - 1 World Map}

[Tenkai]

Learned.

[Kuro]

She had returned him a familiar get up, the real return of Shingai had finally come, as she left to the other room to change the warrior would simply strip down and dress quickly before she could return. Standing with his original clothing he took off his mask and pulled up his hood covering the back and sides of his head. Placing the porcelain mask upon his face once more he would be complete. Shingai Akumu lived once more to destroy that which is beautiful. She would leave as a different woman, but with a familiar request. A grin on his chin he couldn't wait for such fun to begin.

Waiting only two minutes after Mikuru left he would exit the room with Haseo's clothing in the bag that his new clothing had come in. He would swiftly make his exit after he had made sure they left no evidence behind. He had to main tasks, first to eliminate the girl whom they just ran into, the second to Locate the Waterfall village. So he would swiftly move to find the girl whom they had seen, it wouldn't take much before he spotted her. He would walk idly behind her in the crowd awaiting for a good opportunity. She would turn into an alleyway to enter the backdoor of her work, before she could open the door Shingai would have his hand against it. "Excuse me miss, but what would you consider beauty?" he asked the girl with a curious tone of voice. She was in shock by the mask and sudden appearance of the man. She would stutter out a response, "I d-don't know," the response wasn't pleasing to Shingai.

His hand would move quickly striking across the face of the girl, sending her across the alley and against the wall of a building. She dropped to the ground, her body wasn't capable of taking any physical abuse. Tears ran down her cheek at this point, she looked as Shingai stood above her once more. A swift kick into her ribs he would be playing with his food. "Why are you doing this!" she would shout. Annoyed by the noise he would kick her hard in the mouth. "I felt like destroying something beautiful," he would pull a kunai out with those words and reach down, slitting the young woman's throat. She would be dead in under a minuet, he would take the body and get onto the roof, it was here when he took some rope he found in the alleyway and tie it around her neck and tie the other end around a sturdy lightning rod. Hanging her body over the building in view of the street. Uttering quietly underneath his breath "Life is true beauty," with that said he would shadow side step and disappear making his way off to his second job.

[Exit Tanzaku Gai with 1 World Map]