--relishing the moment /p nde

[ohhaider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] CHAPTER ONE Belated terminals of time gushed into the air currents where Itsuki traversed. The buoyant warrior hadn’t strolled through this domain in an extensive interval. Nonetheless the Uchiha advanced within’ Aokusa where the noncombatants were cheerful and industrious. The judgement behind the noncombatants cheerful demeanor were because of this fiesta. The rationalization behind this fiesta was unknown to the adolescent Uchiha but everyone was everywhere. This was sublime for Itsuki because now the character could smoothly traverse through Aokusa without notifying apprehensive functions. His cloudy oculars glared amidst clusters of noncombatants as Itsuki progressed towards his objective. The animal arrayed his murky hooded cloak. Tissue of ebony shades weaving from each advancement by Itsuki. His physique evading noncombatants so the Uchiha doesn’t rattle them. Everything emerged perfectly, the buoyant Uchiha could invade the domain and depart without a entity apprehending his existence. However as the juvenile vagabond accessed a very insubstantial expressway Itsuki apprehended strides towards his domain. With the hooded murky cloak still attiring his frame the buoyant Uchiha glared over his shoulder. Surges of crimson discharging from his Iris as the vagabond conversed with mysterious but tranquil colloquy “If you wish to apprehend knowledge of me all you must do is inquire such through communication.” Itsuki was unclear who this character was. He apprehended a shadow but nothing more, all the vagabond did was delay for a retaliation. ooc; Sorry I kinda gave out your general location but I couldn't think of any other way to start this thing. I didn't state a distance 'cause I'll give you that choice. Not that it really matters but /shrug //enter

[The Vineyard]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x198/rpdsbucket/Code%20Geass/vlcsnap-00236.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]A reliant man would speak with much glee inside of his voice, "Yeah, well, everybody loves a hero. And what better hero than a knight?" The girl would giggle half heartily, "I kinda doubt that's what a real Knight for Justice would say." [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]The Vineyard One [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] SPOILER: Click to show Enter With eyes of gold she entered the city of Aokusa. It was always wonderful to be here during festival season and the blossoms off the trees were just blooming too. The first day of spring and it was all just so elegant. Yet there was an oddity in the crowds that Xela just couldn't figure. With all her knowledge and objective scope of the people around her she would pop her neck. Walking forward she would look about with hesitant eyes and scanned the crowd. It wasn't a good day for battle none the less. It was exactly the reason she wasn't training any today as her face would look forward and her body pushed her to head strait ahead. It was as if her own body was telling itself to follow someone. Yet with a stomach's growl she would pick up a couple shish-ca-bobs that held a nice bar'b'que scent. She smiled while eating one as her other would be waiting for whoever she followed, whoever that may be. She was as uncertain as she could ever be though in this occasion. For today she decided to wear something quite different seeing as how she had given her head band and placed it into the Kusagakure Castle's vault she would walk around in an actual kimono. It was definitely something one hardly ever saw before as she would walk behind a black haired fellow who was tranquil in existence here and yet there was something about him. She didn't know if it was good or bad but this was the person she was following while she pushed some of her green hair behind her ear. “If you wish to apprehend knowledge of me all you must do is inquire such through communication.” She heard that voice but it was an odd one. She didn't recognize it for what it was worth as she would hold out a shish-ca-bob, "Would you care for one? You look hungry enough to eat about eighty of these things." She was a good five feet away from this fellow whom glared with crimson eyes. Those were something familiar indeed. [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;] OOC: That is alright. Spoiler above shows the kimono Xela is wearing so enjoy. [/style]

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[ohhaider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] CHAPTER ONE The flourishing woman came into Itsuki’s gaze and the buoyant Uchiha exposed astonished. This was the woman he had clamored with during the characters Kusagakure no Sato term. The angelic embodiment that hadn’t reported her appellation towards Itsuki. His crimson orbs glared severely into her honey gems. The vagabonds illustration weaving to face her as his fuchsia rims segmented. Soothing harmonies shifting into the air currents “Your outside definition tells me you don’t memorize me. Though I’m confident you’d comfortably recollect the time when you determined water could combat lightning. The period when I was an insignificant minor oblivious of how to arm a setting.” Itsuki articulated such sounds with softened content. He gradually advanced towards Xela as his digits sympathetically grasped hers. The Uchiha acquired the meat from her monotonous digits as his gems gazed within’ her orbs. His fuchsia rims dismantling as breathes slithered from his rose tissue. “The juncture in our liveliness where you rejected me. Where you withdrew from announcing your name to me. Can you extract such recollections from your intelligence? I’m Hyoushi Itsuki. I’ve adjusted and diminished my adolescent apprehensions and though I don’t yearn for that date I thirst for intelligence. So let us roam as you brief me on our villages activities.” The treachery of Itsuki’s activity rippled from his physique. The buoyant Uchiha wasn’t a component of Kusagakure no Sato anymore but comprehensions of the anonymous were always usable. Itsuki furthermore hadn’t given Xela a choice, the woman was going to accompany the Uchiha. So the character initiated his advancement towards the fiesta with his rear towards Xela. His crimson peripherals traversing over his shoulder as his fuchsia rims segmented. “Or do you not have anything to contribute? Not even your name?” ooc; Sorry about the delay, work had me busy.

[The Vineyard]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x198/rpdsbucket/Code%20Geass/vlcsnap-00236.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]A reliant man would speak with much glee inside of his voice, "Yeah, well, everybody loves a hero. And what better hero than a knight?" The girl would giggle half heartily, "I kinda doubt that's what a real Knight for Justice would say." [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]The Vineyard One [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] "This guy. He is far too familiar," Xela would think to herself as her mind reeled on the comment of when she was mastering water jutsu many months ago. It was an atrocity that she didn't really wish to relive seeing as how she personally was a horrible student of water jutsu to begin with. However she did contend to have a good variety of knowledge when it came to that aspect. She recognized the man form the memory but when piecing one and two together she came up short. There just was no way for her to remember faces like this. Yet as the two shook hands and her eyes were gazed within by this guy's red eyes that marked almost like rubies against her golden hues she felt odd. It wasn't fear, nor any of those pitiful emotions but rather regret. She knew nothing of this shinobi other than that he was a shinobi of the grass. Given how she herself had nothing on her at the moment to distinguish herself as a shinobi she would be recognizable by the green hair, which seems this man recognized instantly. "Hyoushi Itsuki. I do recognize your name though not your face. You've grown since my mishap and awkward choice to using suiton against raiton. And I do recall you asking for a date repetitively. But as you just said you thirst for intelligence," She smiled as she heard and collected all of what was said between the two during that time. She was a sickly girl back then who didn't prosper the thoughts she did now. She also recalled that before he left in a hurry she was gonna take him up on that offer but seeing as how things were it was an unlikely event now. Her eyes darted around and then she heard that mockery accented tone that seemed to almost breach that of a threat. Her eyes forward she would only smile before popping her neck and then thoroughly she would then look forward at the man who was in front of her with a back turned. "I... I do apologize for those actions in the past," With a heavy bow, "I am The Vineyard of Kusagakure; Xela Nara." With a small adjustment to stand erect once more she looked at Itsuki. "The village is prospering as far as I know. One with missions and their payments as well as those of the incoming villagers whom I have noted come from the land of fire, or at least one of them do." She would recollect all the events she personally witnessed while leaving out any talk of her training, not exactly wanting to seem like a power hungry woman. "The village has grown in its own way while those of us still inquiring on it are left to thirst after that which must be arranged, the Chuunin Exams." Thinking on what she said she would also point out, "Seeing as how you asked me for the information tells me you have been gone from the village for an extended amount of time." [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;] [/style]

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[ohhaider]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] CHAPTER ONE Itsuki glared into Xela’s honey gems as she articulated intonations towards the buoyant Uchiha. Her consultation essentially whispered as though she grieved on not taking Itsuki up on his rendition when they quarreled. The character segmented his own fuchsia rims as air currents twinkled through his fluid coral tissue. “Xela Nara, it’d expose as though you passionately grieve over not taking up my date endeavor during that day, truth? Or am I inaccurate and you don’t have meager passionate thoughts about me?” Itsuki everlastingly gazed into her honey hues while he anticipated a retaliation. Crimson surges nor foremost illustrations alternated, the vagabond was genuinely asking. His coral tongue smoothly coasted towards the shish-kabob as Itsuki used his fuchsia tongue to gingerly coast some meat into his moist embracing confinements. Traversing with Xela in a steady walk while nibbling on the meat. His crimson hues never forsaking those hunny gems. His receivers attending to her intonations of intelligence about Kusagakure no Sato. Joylessly the angelic creature hadn’t told Itsuki anything he hadn’t already known. Nonetheless the character gave a delicate nod when Xela inquired about the Uchiha being apart from the village. However the vagabond progressed his inquiries. The youthful character segmenting his elegant coral rims as intonations slithered from his fuchsia tissue. “Tell me Xela, where have you traversed in the grand sphere? Or have you always been confined to our village?” One thing the nuke-nin had attained while traversing away from Kusagakure is privileges. Privileges of adventuring, additionally privileges of doing everything the Uchiha craves. Which is eradicating the evil of this sphere. Nonetheless as those crimson hues glared into the hunny gems the Uchiha progressed his communication. “Notice how jubilant these beings are? What made you decree that you wouldn’t apprehend most of what these characters inherit? Flexibility and indulgence. The capability to slumbering without meditating on if tomorrow you may succumb to death. Or were you constrained into this career without ever selecting another route?” Itsuki once again anticipated her retaliation.

[The Vineyard]

[atrb=width,464,true][atrb=height,300,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x198/rpdsbucket/Code%20Geass/vlcsnap-00236.jpg);][atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; border-top: #101010 solid 10px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px;] [style=width:175px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family:georgia; font-size:7px; font-weight:bold; text-align:justify; text-transform:uppercase; line-height:95%; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px 1px; position: fixed: top: 120px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]A reliant man would speak with much glee inside of his voice, "Yeah, well, everybody loves a hero. And what better hero than a knight?" The girl would giggle half heartily, "I kinda doubt that's what a real Knight for Justice would say." [/style][style=width:200px; color:#424242; text-shadow:#2c2c2c 1px 1px; font-size:22px; font-family:georgia; line-height:45%; letter-spacing:-2px;]The Vineyard One [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px; border-left: #101010 solid 6px; border-right: #101010 solid 6px; border-bottom: #101010 solid 10px;] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 280px; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px; overflow: auto;] This guy really was something else. His attitude was so very different from the time she had fought him through that senseless spar. To say she was a ninja may very well be a farce for this time and age given how she fought was senseless and pointless in its own antic ways. So therefore she would directly use what she could in her own ideal being. That being the case she always wondered as to why this man had the red hues. Those unique crimson red glares that so exasperatingly kept her attention. Now what he had said took her off guard with that key word passionately. That one word may have ruined her composure if she weren't keep to keep it up and alright. She would merely smile when that word came up as to show she indeed thought it were so. Now he had corrected himself in saying inaccurate but there was that bit saying meager passionate, there's the word again, thoughts. Surely her encounter with him wasn't the most passionate but there have been bonds made from such encounters in the past. So seeing as she was eating her shish-kabob she would nod after chewing down a piece of meat, "You are inaccurate to assume that just one encounter is enough to develop a tight woven passion yet also accurate that I have had thoughts," leaving out the word passionate for that was a dependent word of varying circumstance, "of actually fulfilling your wish as to what you had wanted back then." Why yes she did accurately tend to the subject and pursue it as such with her own relevance. Now he seemed curious about her travels, that indeed was a question she didn't expect but it was a minor question none the less. "I was birthed in the land of fire and traversed to Kusagakure. Other than that one instance I am to say that I have not. I don't travel often and even being out in the open is an oddity to me." She was ever so polite when stating these calm facts of herself. It would be nice to leave for an adventure to another area but to do that would be gravely different from most things that she wished to do. The last bit of what he said was ideally different. It was a philosophical question in her eyes as she would pat her lips with the shish-kabob stick. "I would have to say that if they had something to worry about then they would sleep in fear but if they have no regrets then their sleep shall ever be peaceful, even when waking up to a doorstep of the other side. As for I myself, I chose to become a ninja; however, I did have the attention to becoming an artist but such a dream had little prospect to my vision of being a protector of lives." It was something she kept on her own mind and ideally something she wished to keep to her own surveying mind as she kept watch on those red hues. She would recall many things of their past happening while it was short, it was quite eventful. She had liked it and had livened it up with her own ignorance to using the water wolves against lightning birds. Though her attacks would flawless against an average fighter she remembered this guy was quite unique back then. "If I may ask, why have you changed so much from what you were back then?" [/style] [style=background-color: rgba(227, 227, 227, .6); width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; color: #323232; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #DD2C2C solid 3px;] [/style]

[style=-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; background-color: #2c2c2c; width: 200px; color: #d3d3d3; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: tahoma;]Credit goes to Zenoske of Love-Stamp[/style]