this is gonna hurt [private]

[Naoki]

After Naoki returned to the village, he checked in with the tower to let them know of his return. They told him of a taijutsu master who was available for a team, and mentioned that the two of them were being teamed up because his own abilities would complement it well. The genjutsu master accepted easily enough, figuring it was his duty to help the village any way he could. They let him pick the meeting place as well, and they were quite surprised when he chose a bar of all places.

A couple days later he showed up at the meeting place about five minutes early, wearing black cloth pants and a sleeveless dark red vest and closed toe black running shoes. Naoki stood out quite a bit too, looking quite exotic with bronzed skin because most were pale, his golden eyes accenting the look. His dark black curly hair was at about neck length and his most notable feature was the red and yellow flowers littered across his arms, and he looked quite bored as he stared down at the beer that he had ordered. Really he was only planning on drinking one, at least for the first half hour. After that he’d feel free to get drunk off his ass with no regrets.

He really didn’t know much about the guy he was getting paired with, having basically just been given a name and a picture so he knew who to look for. The dark haired man was sitting up at the bar, idly staring at the mirror in front of him that was behind all the bottles of alcohol, idly keeping an eye on the door. And when Ibitsu finally did show up, well… He couldn’t help but stare a little bit. His golden eyes traveled over the muscular man’s body quite greedily through the mirror, thinking that it would be discreet enough to not be noticed. However when he finally got up to the hansom man’s face, he quickly diverted his gaze as he couldn’t help but think the brunette was staring right back at him.

[Takiro | Ibitsu]

[enter]

Ibitsu just wasn't use to the weather here. A Town filled with a perpetual mist wasn't kind to anyone, especially a person that grew up on a windy, cool beach. The humidity in the air was stagnate, the ground forever daunted by small fungi and various bugs. He really wasn't even sure if coming to kirigakure was the right thing to do. Ibitsu's only thought about this town was that since he was living here now, it made the Village only that much better.

Arriving at the Bar that he had told his new inquiry to join him at, he'd look at the sign above his head. It did seem like the right place to meet, hell, from what he was told. the other man was old enough to drink so why not. Reaching for the door, Ibitsu push it forward, allowing the cool air from inside rush out into the street. The temperature in the building was welcoming, and so he went.

As he moved into the bar, he'd notice many nameless faces, but just one caught his attention, and apparently Ibitsu had caught the mans attention as well. The picture he was given with Naoki's face on it didn't give him justice. Not only did he stick out from the crowd, but he was easy on the eyes. A quick smirk was in order as their eyes finally met. Naoki's eyes seemed to dart away in shame, but Ibitsu had never knew of shame, he had none.

Walking up to the bar, he'd take the stool next to Naoki, motioning for the bartender to give him a beer. After he had received it, he took a sip, then turned to his potential teammate. "Hey there, i'm Ibitsu, and i'm assuming your Naoki?" The mans voice was that of a deep soothing bass. Gentle, yet forceful. After speaking Ibitsu dawned a faint smile, attempting to help with the uneasiness of the situation.

[Naoki]

Mentally Naoki was cursing himself as the Ibitsu approached him, silently hoping that the man hadn’t notice his staring. Though he was also telling himself that he definitely wasn’t checking out the swordsman, that he was merely looking to make sure it was the man who he was waiting for… Looking thoroughly, maybe, but just looking none the less. It was a bit harder to convince himself that when the other sat next to him and that deep voice was revealed, and he tensed for a moment before forcing himself to relax.

“Hey,” he returned the greeting lamely with a half-assed wave, simply nodding when the man inquired about who he was. “Sorry if this is kind of a weird place to meet, but last time the village tried to put me on a team the other guy never showed,” Naoki explained as he took another sip of his beer, canceling any thoughts of ordering more because he would prefer to be sober if they were actually going to do this.

It was probably clear already that Noaki wasn’t particularly social, not even cracking a smile or bothering to make his apology sound sincere. “Alright, so what sort of things do you specialize in anyway?” The genjutsu master jumped straight into business, not even trying to make friends first. He had read a little bit about Ibitsu already, but he wanted to hear it from his new teammate himself.

“They probably told you that I’m proficient with genjutsu already, but I’ve been considering going into the medical field recently,” he admitted, thinking it would only be fair if he answered that question himself as well.

[Takiro | Ibitsu]

Hearing Naoki speak for the first time, Ibitsu wondered if the man was shy, or just distant. The quiet tone reverberated lack-lusterly, but it was speech nonetheless. As He listened to his new teammate, Ibitsu only thought of how Naoki's eyes seemed to devour his form when they first set eyes on each other. Ibitsu didn't mind, for he himself thought his body was something to be displayed.

Only having gotten half of what Naoki had said, Ibitsu tried to piece the words together to form an answer, hoping to appease the man beside him. "Lets see... I guess I'm good at handling swords... Swordsmanship. Not really good at anything else." Ibitsu hadn't heard about the genjutsu, he was lost in his own mind for that part, but retrieved the information on the medical ninjutsu. "Oh so you can take care of me? That's always a plus."

While staring at Naoki's face, Ibitsu couldn't help but let his eyes wander. Hell, Naoki wouldn't make eye contact anyways so he had every advantage to do so. His eyes would roll down to the man's shoulders, then to his chest, Stopping on Naoki's arms. He hadn't noticed it before but their were flowers that bloomed from his skin, an amazing yet odd feat. Having no clue about the Kitateha clan, Ibitsu acted on his impulse. "So... why are their flowers coming out of you? I mean, its cute, but... different."

[Naoki]

Naoki simply nodded when the other answered him, any innuendos flying straight over his head. It wasn’t that the man was particularly innocent, but he had purposefully distanced himself from those kinds of thoughts. “I suppose that’s the idea,” he muttered when Ibitsu asked if he could take care of him, shrugging his shoulders as well. “I’ve started working at the hospital a bit, but I haven’t actually started any medical shinobi training,” the dark haired one added on, not wanting the other to think he was already capable of it.

Still the genjutsu master was pretty much just staring down at his drink, refusing to let himself look back at the other man because of his slipup a minute ago. However, when he heard the word ‘cute’ fall from the other’s lips, his golden eyes narrowed into a glare as he sharply turned to stare down Ibitsu. Before he even said anything he swiftly moved to whack the other over the back of his head, having taken offense to that painfully obviously.

“It’s not ’cute’,” he growled lowly to start, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. “It’s a ritual from my family, it allows us to control the butterflies who are attracted to the nectar,” Naoki explained with a red tint to his face, half from embarrassment and half from annoyance. As if to prove his point, a butterfly suddenly flew down from the ceiling rafters and landed on one of the flowers to drink, and if one were to look up they could see that seventy-four more were up there as well to stay out of the other patrons’ way.

[Takiro | Ibitsu]

The sudden eye contact made Ibitsu tense slightly. I was too much of a personality change for him to register well enough, so his mind wasn't quick enough for the smack to the back of his head. "Oww... tch tch." Reaching up with his right hand, he'd massage the heated area. "Okay... Okay... they aren't cute! geez!"

After allowing the pain to subside, Ibitsu noticed the butterfly float down to on of the flowers. Habit made him look up from the entry point, noticing a rather large amount of them clinging to the ceiling. "Holy shit that's a lot of butterfly's!" It took a few seconds for the clan part of the ordeal to register. "So a clan huh? I haven't met anyone from a different clan yet." Ibitsu couldn't help but think of his mother and father back home, butt hat part of his life was over.

[Naoki]

The bronzed skinned one kept up his glare for a few lingering seconds before he sighed and looked away again, the annoyed look fading as he leaned up on the bar and rested his chin in his hand. “Yup,” he muttered quietly when the number of butterflies was mentioned, suddenly going back to how he was a few seconds ago and sounding as if he didn’t care again. Idly he started making little circles with his glass as well, always three in a row before he paused for a second and started up the count again, and he didn’t really even realize he was doing it.

“We’re known as the Kitateha. I don’t carry the name myself because my father wasn’t a part of the clan,” for a second he hesitated before shaking off his own sour thoughts about his father, “What clan are you a part of? I don’t really know a whole lot about all the different ones myself, I’ve only come across a Hoshigaki before. They’re basically shark people, I guess,” he shrugged before falling silent, thinking over what they should actually do once these introductions were over with.

[Takiro | Ibitsu]

"Kitateha... interesting." Ibitsu fumbled with his half drank beer, taking another sip of it, then mentioned his own family inheritance. "I'm from the Kamyuja Family, or the Chaos Family. All I know is that they originated from Sunagakure. But their was a debacle and now we're scattered everywhere. Don't really know if i'm even apart of the clan anymore, i'm considered an outcast."

Ibitsu didn't mention the fact as to why he was kicked out of his household, but it may eventually come forth at a later date. The emotions however allowed Ibitsu to chug the rest of his alcoholic beverage, sliding the empty bottle towards the other end of the bar for the bartender to pick up. "So yeah... hmm..."Having nothing more to really say, Ibitsu basically made himself look a fool by coming up short.

[Naoki]

Rising a brow when the clan was explained to him, Naoki couldn’t help but feel interested when Ibitsu claimed to be an outcast. “Never heard of them, you’ll have to show me what you can do some time,” the genjutsu user mused aloud, not bothering to ask what had happened. It really wasn’t any of his business, but he couldn’t help but be at least a tad curious.

“You’re really not that bright, are you?” Naoki commented with a little smirk, lightly teasing Ibitsu for being stumped like that. “It’s fine though,” he shrugged shortly after as he moved to stand, quickly drinking what was left of his own beer before setting it down on the counter. “We can meet up again tomorrow… Say around noon at Training Ground Sixteen? It’d give us a chance to see what the other can do as we practice,” he suggested before turning to leave, not really giving an option as it sounded more like an order really. Right after he left as well, his butterflies all descending from the ceiling at the same time and landing on his arms and shoulders, some taking drinks from the flowers as well.

[exit]

[Takiro | Ibitsu]

Ibitsu chuckled softly as it felt like Naoki was warming up to him, his tone of voice somewhat changed for the better. Even though he got teased, Ibitsu was just glad he could attempt to break Naoki out of that shell. As naoki stood, so did he, oonly then did he notice the slight hieght differential, but it wasn't that staggering. "Alright, ill meet you there soon, i have to grab some supplies as well."

With this, Ibitsu followed his teammate out into the street, but parted ways as he moved towards his aparatment. He had some selling of useless things to do.

[Exit]