Aunt and uncles house. (Open/DE)

[CATBUG!]

Minny giggled as she stomped on the fresh fallen snow. Her boots crunched the virgin snow and she smiled as she wandered from her aunt and uncles house. She had just gotten done with a mission and had received a new doll. The doll was at the house, but she was still very excited that she had it. Her Aunt had told her to go play outside. She did, but took her butt bag filled with 15 decks of cards with her as her uncle had always told her too. As she went outside she ran toward the woods laughing and giggling till she reached her favorite tree. It was an old tree, about 50 meters from her aunt’s house on a hill in the forest. The tree had been around longer then her aunt and uncle had ben, and they were easily in their 60s. She made her way to the base of the tree and watched as the remains of the few rope necklaces that remained swung in the slight breeze. Their pale, worn, brown appearance was a deep contrast for the pale white snow on the ground. Nearly all the leaves on the tree were gone, but that was fine. Most of the animals in the forest had adapted to the cold, and some could even sleep through a snow storm.

Minny smiled and stood under the tree, the sound of snow crunching echoed through the forest. The hill over looked her aunt’s house, which had been built long before her aunt and uncle had moved in. the place was quite a lot, and Minny felt lonely sometimes when it was just her. Which didn’t happen a lot, but when it did, she was always worried that her aunt and uncle would abandon her like her parents had. And then she’d be alone all again. Some would say her love of dolls and toys was her way of dealing with the pain of abandonment, as well as a cooping mechanism for her fear of abandonment. As she approached the tree, the wind blew and it caressed her. It felt cold and strong, but so soft and gentle. Beguiling, charming, her to swing in the tree, like the others had. But her mind didn’t understand it, and thought of it as just another breeze that messed with her hair. She giggled and smiled as she stood under the tree.

Her uncle had once taken her to the tree, not to show her the ropes, or to scare her, but because it was his favorite spot too. Where he had not only proposed to his wife, but also where she had seen her first death. It had happened when she had been first adopted by the couple that she called aunt and uncle. He had taken her there to teach her the lay out of their property, since it was the highest point on their land. As they reached the top of the hill, there was a loud squawk as a bird was attacked by a group of ravens. Minny had scared the ravens off, but not before they had done the deed and killed the bird. Her uncle had said it was common, that the bird had been in their territory and had been attacked. Instead of running, he stayed and fought them. He said it had fought bravely, like any person who’s protecting their home should.

--- Memory Begin---

“But uncle, He’s not a person… he’s a bird…”

“That’s where your wrong sweetie, yes, he may be a bird…. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t have feelings. He was brave to nest in this tree, even when the ravens had marked it as their own. I used to come here and feed him. He was a very sweet bird.”

“But why did he stay in the tree? If the ravens were just gunna hurt him?”

“Because he liked the tree, and didn’t think it fair the ravens get it all to themselves.”

“Uncle… you’re not making any sense…” her uncle smiled.

“Well, stranger things have happened at this tree.” It was that day that he taught her a song that she thought was beautiful, and that even the birds thought was beautiful, but only when her uncle sang it. He had taught her the song every day, until her aunt found out and told her husband no more. That that song wasn’t for little girls. But Minny remembered the song, she could never forget it. As she stood under the tree, the raven flew down to inspect her; she smiled at them and giggled. She slowly calmed down and began to sing, in a soft gentle voice. Like her uncle had taught her.

---Memory End---

“Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree
Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, Are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here,
No stranger would it be,
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.”

[Emma]

The harshest truths
Are found in innocence

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Duty; always duty. Every fiber of Katashi's being had been plucked and re-stitched so that it was perfectly woven into a servant that did not rest, or complain of its tiredness. Though the girl Yoshinee was estimated in the unknowing Hyuuga's calculations to be an adept stalker, the boy had been on constant alert for any sign of her presence for days, and it did not seem as though she were still stalking him, so his master had seen fit that he return to his information gathering on the registered shinobi of the village.

One was said to be a mere twelve-year-old, but Kamen had been quick to reprimand the servant of his voicing such things in a tone of daring derision.

"Power and significance do not equate to age!" He had berated sharply, and afterward Katashi had merely nodded silently.

So now it was as the girl played and - Katashi discerned as a harmony touched his keen ears - sung upon the thick, crunchy snow. Not even the sound of a little girl's soul-felt tune could spark emotion within his face or even being all together, and his bland, naked eye continued to watch her impassively from about a forty meter distance. She seemed nothing exceptional, from what the boy had thus far discerned from his range; a typical prepubescent female, personality-wise. He had yet to discover her powers, however, if she had any, and he had a feeling that her home environment - the house was visible in the background - would not stimulate any sudden revealing of any talents she happened to possess.

She was young, and ostensibly innocent; infantile, almost, it so seemed. The trust of a child was fairly easy to earn, so he knew, and so it was that he took a calculated risk, then. Moving from behind the tree he had occupied, peering out from behind it in observation, he pulled down the quieting mask that was usually wrapped so tightly over his mouth, and strolled forward; soon, likely, she would notice him, but his entire demeanour was molded into nonchalance, and as soon as she made any sign that he had been spotted, he would raise a hand and greet her with just enough volume to cross the space.

"Greetings, young one." He called, his warm smile affable and friendly. "A little cold outside for you, is it not?" He inquired with fraudulent concern; it was a sentence he estimated she would have heard many times before, and that would hopefully grant him a bit of familiarity.

And familiarity, the teen knew, was perhaps the most important aspect of deception.

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[CATBUG!]

Minny had just finished singing when she felt a presence watching her. She usually paid no attention to it, as it was usually the birds watching her. She looked around her and saw someone new. Someone she didn’t know personally, but knew as a ninja of the village. She giggled gently as he waved and removed his mask from his face. She had been hoping that eventually shed get to hang out with some of the other ninja in the village. But none of them really looked at her, she was still a kid after all. Not even part of a team yet. Her auntie didn’t like her talking to strangers. But she thought to herself, he’s part of the village. He wouldn’t do me harm. As he waved and spoke, he asked if she was cold and she giggled and shook her head.

“Nope mister! Im not cold, I have a jacket on and its warm and super fuzzy.” She smiled at the stranger and walked toward him. Admiring his outfit. Hers wasn’t as nice looking as his, but she loved it. She had been wearing the jacket for the last three months, a gift from her aunt and uncle. It was her favorite jacket in the whole world. Even if it was a bit run down. She stopped about 10 meters from the man. “Im Minny! Got it memorized mister?” she giggled. Her uncle had told her a story of a boy far away in another world who would say things like that. And she said it sometimes when she was introducing herself. “Whats your name?”

[Emma]

The harshest truths
Are found in innocence

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Of course, Katashi already knew her name, and knew it well; Minny Vaulps she apparently was, or so Kamen had informed him from the information he himself had managed to produce. Regardless, Katashi smiled from above the mask that was now crumpled in towards his neck; the biting winds were especially harsh against the newly-revealed portion of his skin.

"I will remember it well." He affirmed, and when his own name was asked, he took a calculating moment to respond.

"I am Kakashi." He stated falsely, without dropping the smile. He had used the misnomer on several occasions, as it was quite convenient; if ever he was called up on it it could be passed off as a simple misinterpretation, but it meant his trail left that much shallower of a mark. Despite the fact that she was almost a teenager, the girl did indeed seem to be no more attentive or mature than the average eight year old, which was an advantage to Katashi; innocence meant gullibility.

"Are your parents about?" He inquired innocently, glancing meaningfully at the cabin before looking back at her. If the answer was no, the situation would become even more convenient, as he could stay within view for a long time and not be at all questioned by a third party.

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[The Chairman]

Edit: wrong account >.>

Minny simply listened as the man spoke. His voice was beautiful, it sounded what Minny had always pictured a princes voice would sound like. She giggled as he said he wouldn’t forget. And after a small break, he asked if her parents were around. She shook her head and looked away, toward her aunt and uncles house. “My parents abandoned me… But my aunt and uncle took me in. Their Old though. So I’ll be alone again.” She seemed to say as if she understood death and how it worked. “But I’m happy to have them for as long as I do.” She smiled and giggled before she noticed the man’s eyes. “Mister, your eyes have no color.” (Sorry for short post O: been busy and I was hoping we could maybe turn this into a training thread if you’d be okay with that ^^)

[Emma]

[OOC: If you want you can try and progress it that way.]

The harshest truths
Are found in innocence

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The child seemed to grow somber, then, gazing towards the cabin, and she spoke of her status as an orphan. Katashi followed the little snow ninja's eyes over to the log structure, and for a moment what little light there was in his bland, austere oculi seemed to dim also. There was a deep-seated, if very well-trodden pain that lay there, and it simply meant his dark silence returned for those few moments.

In his peripheral vision, however, he then saw her look back at him, and so his head swerved around to meet the rotation of hers in an instinctual movement that was puppet-like an almost eerie. The small child pointed out his white eyes, and he nodded with a smile, a small amount of warmth blooming in his bland irises.

"You're correct, young one. Some people think I am blind, but I can see perfectly well. In fact, my eyes are very special, if they can be a bit scary sometimes." He would woo the little girl with a sense of mystique that children so loved, his voice fanciful and grand. He was working towards the objective of being able to activate his Byakugan in front of Minny without her being too afraid, for he very much wished to read her chakra natures. "In fact, how about I show you what I can do with my eyes. We'll play a little game. I can do something pretty cool."

His enunciation was a bit distorted with his usual lack of speech, though younger children often carried lisps and idiosyncratic speech impediments, so Minny would likely have no trouble understanding his slightly rolled harsher syllables.

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[CATBUG!]

Minny giggled. As the man talked, his voice was so pretty. And it made her happy to hear. He was easily the coolest person she had ever met. She walked around him as he spoke, like only a child could get away with. Her meant hoodie was speckled with white snow. She smiled as she saw his outfit and giggled. It was silly. But so was hers. That’s when he said that some people thought he was blind, but she could tell from the way he watched her and moved his eyes that he wasn’t. And then he said they were special.

“Special? Whoa…” And then he mentioned a game. ‘Oh I love games!” she giggled. “I can do cool stuff too mister. Want to see?” Before he could answer, his goal would be fulfilled. The young shinobi giggled as 4 decks worth of cards flew out of her Butt Bag and swirled around them. They flew as one large mass of cards that swirled around them like a large carpet. They then flew upward and began to rain down slowly and gently. Before returning to the Butt Bag slowly. Until there were only five cards left. “Hehe Im a paper user. My aunty says its rare.” She giggled and then held them forward and with a quick flick of her wrists sent them flying around them until they landed in her butt bag. “See mister?

[Emma]

The harshest truths
Are found in innocence

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And so, the little girl revealed her abilities without consideration, and with little effort on the white-eyed individual's part. Such a casual unveiling of a thing that would physically prevent Katashi from painting the snow beneath their feet with her blood - it was foolish, but then again, what would one expect from one so young, so without discipline? This girl, a shinobi? Katashi almost laughed, if such a reaction were at all a natural part of his persona.

It was most definitely not.

He glanced about with mock awe at the paper that whizzed about her, and its surrounding motion would have been suspicious were she not so obviously innocent. Katashi's naked eye traced the paper streams till they had finished their flight, though he did not turn much, keeping half an eye on the child the entire time, in case she tried anything, but she did not.

"He-he, I'm a paper user. My aunty says its rare. See mister?" She alerted proudly, and Katashi smiled, the action not too difficult to fabricate with the satisfaction of his new knowledge. Indeed, the paper affinity was an uncommon one, or so Kamen had told the boy. That such a small and inattentive baby held such an ability was an almost laughable irony. "I do indeed, young one. Quite an incredible ability. But now, it's my turn."

With a quick and reassuring and rather proud grin, the Hyuuga shut his eyes, called for his chakra to embed within them, and opened them anew as toughened veins branched down his face. The sight was quite ghastly, but the assassin's forced smile was not gone, and he looked upon the smaller girl kindly. A whole new realm had been unlocked to him; he was able to visualize the chakra that circulated within the female, and without the slightest inflection of what he was doing, he discerned not only that her primary element was indeed paper, but also her wood nature. He filed this information away for later use with an internal nod, but would continue to humor the little girl.

"I hope you're not afraid, young one." His breezy voice would droll in concern, before he moved on to looking slightly excited. "But with my eyes like this, I can do some pretty cool things. Hold up any amount of fingers behind your back." He instructed with 'growing fervor'.

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[CATBUG!]

(Due to reason of scrapping. im gunna exit the thread. sorry for wasting time)

[Emma]

[Exit]

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