days in the east

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Standing outside of one of Kumogakure's bars stood a figure weathered by life itself. The weary expression on his face spoke volumes of his mood beneath the flicker of lights from above. From any expert perspective, they could've seen the fatigue that had been hampering him over the past few days. He didn't do anything to hide the bottle of clear liquid that slyly found its home clenched in his left hand. He didn't need to either, to be frank. His woes and troubles were his own burdens.

As another patron entered the bar and waved, the kind shinobi only flashed a false smile in reply. His situation was utterly sour, but he had enough discipline to ensure it didn't ooze into the presence of others. The silver maned shinobi merely stood with his typical kimono and leggings. The pouches at his waist were reasonably the same in the items it held as standard ninja gear - eight exploding tags and five kunai. Needlessly to say, there were other assortments on his person, but nothing overly noteworthy to him to include. Before he could reflect anymore on his own issues, he recognized the sight of a familiar woman slowly diving into his sight. Whereas many preferred to drink inside near the warmth of fire and companions, Kaeor was different. Yet in an effort to not seem to antisocial, he called to the kunoichi with a brief welcome as the distance between the two minimized.

"How are you doing tonight kunoichi?" he forcibly stated, unsure of if it came off strange when he spoke. He had seen the woman in the village before, but never attempted to hold a conversation with her. Nonetheless, whether if she was just passing by or heading inside for a drink herself wasn't too big of a deal. A bit of conversation probably would have done some needed good for himself honestly.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

In the darkness of the night
my angel comes to me
an angel, a nightmare
a love not meant to be

His kisses are edged
with a dark deadly fire
his eyes, like blue flame
blaze with desire

He speaks of forever
as his arms hold me tight
eternity he promises
if I'll surrender the light

I whisper my fears
he kisses them away
my doubts he doth vanquish
like night swallows day

He woos me so tenderly
how can I resist
all I desire can be mine
with one dark kiss...

If only that love poem was for real. Amarantha thought as she prowled the moonlit streets and shadowed byways. With all the lovely rhythms and the perfect vampire setting she wondered if a vampire ever existed and if his dark kiss could take away her pain. Man she needed a drink. Something strong that would send her into dreamland only to wake up with a major headache later on, but overall the experience well worth it in the end.

The Kamyuja put on a cheery smile that didn't reflect what she felt inside and continued through the streets of her village. Her village. Not exactly as she wasn't born inside the village but somewhere else nevertheless she walked through the streets and got smiles from others as though she belonged with them. Was one with them. It made her sick to the stomach at the thought. And she bitterly ignored them in ways to ease her own suffering. But the pathetic fools never took the hint.

Her dress: a strapless gown of black and red kimono fabric gripped to her like a second skin and as she looked around she knew she was overly dressed. The woman held no weapons upon her frame at the present time but did not feel any sort of fear in appearing so empty, vulnerable as she could just as easily create weapons if needed. The weather was cold yet with her Kekkei Genkai she could easily control her body temperature. But the thought of a cozy chair next to an open fire with a bottle of sake in hand made her footing change direction and before long she was near the popular district.

Amarantha now only searched for a club that sales something worthy that will at the same time won't make it seem strange with her entire. She didn't want to walk into a run down pub in a dress for the upper class. A loud heavy sigh escaped her lips and with that she almost thought she imagined the male' voice. She stopped walking altogether and stared at the silvered haired male in confusion. “Greetings, my night is as ordinary as the next one that will come along. But I do not believe I know you.” Amarantha asked softly, her voice like a whisper on silk. Milk and honey to be exact.

[Draven]

Draven would be on a mission. A wraith traveling through the night. His Black trench coat styled robe would be brushing the ground covering the movements of his stride. There would be six soldier pills nestled within pockets of this vestment, and a cotton hood would be drawn up around his head. The zipper would fasten the coat up to the mid of his chest. This would also mask his Otokagure headband that was used as a belt, for which the symbol plate, the buckle. Though hidden underneath all that where two jutsu crafted tattoos. Placed upon his skin, the center of his chest laid a large crow with a wingspan of 1 foot. Along his left arm from shoulder to hand was another such tattoo, this consisted of a motif, 30 crows would flock down the dead mans arm each with a wingspan of 1 inch.

With a look up at the sky the pale faced man would be smile to see the night looking back. A sigh would pass his from his lips as he kept in stride. He would be passing a pub, perhaps by chance, perhaps not, he was on a mission. The Raikage would have a sword... There would be a fracture of light, a shine that would sheen off the silvery tip from the handle of a katana. A white sheath strapped to his back, with the blade pointed down within the ornate holder. If one could only see the blade they would be struck with a sense of calmness and awe, and that was just the beginning of its brilliance. This blade that he had crafted, if someone were to see the thing as the man from Sound passed by, they would perhaps note the superior craftsmanship that it held, or perhaps not.

Hands in pockets, cold dead hazel eyes focused back on the ground. Draven would be but passing by a quiet drinking establishment. The smells of such a cultured village still yet foreign to him. The sights still exquisitely exciting. The glint of a window as he passed. Two people meeting for the first time this night would reflect in his gaze. Perhaps they where friends, or just two lonely souls trying to fill their time before the inevitable... It mattered little, his eyes would focus back to his goal. Thus a man, perhaps a ghost, would pass by silently, perhaps unnoticed.

[Exit.]

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

In the beginning, it was pretty difficult to assess what he was seeing. The woman twisted in a furl of red and black, eerily similar to the famed tomoes that slumbered beneath his contacts. Clearly in the center of the village, she presented herself as no threat and neither did Kaeor. The two were just two souls that happened to have their paths cross for at least a single moment. But that singular moment was enough for the two to exchange pleasantries. He almost lost the chance to speak when he heard her brief reply.

"Sorry!" he chuckled with his hand raised in protest, a clear sign that he was of lighter spirits tonight. Swiftly, his hand raised to scratch the scalp of his head understanding how awkward the situation was turning out to be. "I've only been here a few years or so but I didn't frequent getting out and meeting others much! You can call me Kaeor though." he cheerfully stated. The bit of him that was a beast hadn't roared in such an age that he looked particularly innocent of the trades of a shinobi.

Still, the vibes from the way she spoke rattled on and he couldn't help but note how proper the young lady was. It wasn't a large difference, but many people frequented shortcuts in their words and enunciation. This little gem preferred the manner that was overly formal and sensitive to the grammatical care of others. Had he known better from her words and appearance, the youth would've inquired about the possibility of her being a priest.

He hovered over whether he should ask her about her religious affiliations or not. It wasn't important by a great deal, but it was surely another topic to edge on. Cautiously, he opened his lips to speak to the woman, "And you are? That is if you don't mind me asking of course? I don't mean to get in your way if your busy with something!"

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Amarantha could not believe it. Her. Having a conversation without the desire to kill. It was rather a shock which she hoped did not show upon her face. She studied the male's silver hair and found that she was rather fond of it, and also wondered what it would feel like between her fingers. Such a weird accommodation of emotions, which she was not used to by the way and so she simply ignore the fact that that thought was simply an imagination of one such as her simply being lonely.

Kaeor. Such a name she hadn't herd of before. Such suspicions were put on hold though as she simply eased into the moment for she noted that he seemed very happy while afraid that she might end up cramping his style. She, being an emotionless freak (as most of the people call it), know how weird and silent she preferred things. But nevertheless she replied as calmly as possible hoping to continue this light moment.

“Strange, Mr Kaeor that I have not seen you around before. Additionally to the fact that I too am not so, how should I put it? Sociable? Though I am well known around these parts as the unimpassioned,” She muttered matter-of-fact, laying it out clearly that he was in control and it wouldn't hurt her in the least if he chose to leave instead. But after an intake of breath did she continue her expression. “Even so you care for something stronger?” She asked point blankly staring at his drink. “I lavish for something strong yet sweet. Plum Sake maybe?”

Rambling on, the Kamyuja was momentarily caught off guard at the fact that she had not introduced herself sooner and with a blush as much as one who was naturally death pale, she apologized and introduced herself. She lifted up her arm, ignoring the way the kimono sleeve rode up her arm and held out her hand for him to accept, or not. It didn't matter in the least. “Apologies, Sir, my name is Amarantha. But you may call me Amara if the pronunciation is too difficult.” With a breathtaking smile she soon added. “And no, I am surprisingly not busy. Errands have been rather slow these days. I might seek some entertainment later this night, but as for now a drink by the fire sounds nice.” At once she regretted those words. It sounded to romantic to her liking...

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Prim and proper.

Even in his fit of light intoxication, Kaeor was able to distinguish the traits that stood out about the kunoichi. Discerning her personality wasn't as much intentional as it was instinctual. It was a certain knack that embedded in his mannerisms and daily life that he couldn't submerge. He didn't mean her any harm in his analysis, but wished to only grasp at her personality better. Understandably, she denied having seen him before which both served as a blessing and a curse. He had never intended to stand out from the majority like a sore thumb, but found himself fighting random fits of boredom at his lack of associates.

She too, offered upon him the idea of another liquid to imbibe. Something marvelously suitable to stronger feminine tastes. Secretly, the shinobi was fonder of the sweetness of drinks like many a male, so with the offer of another drink he raised a brow at her. Had she not been of the opposite gender, Kaeor might have rendered her request a trap of sorts to get him to openly admit to his preference. Before he issued a answer, the woman swiftly and graciously apologized for her lack of manners. Yet what unfolded next was far more shocking according to the shinobi's eyes. He rubbed them in affected bewilderment, playing on Amarantha's gentle nature and hopefully drawing upon her fiendish curiosity.

"W-w-w, was that a smile you just did?" The scope of Kaeor's humor had stretched a tiny bit in his alcoholic indulgence. Amarantha's visage was stripped of emotions so to see a grin purse her lips brought him a childish joy. "Aha! You'll have to excuse me but you've been so serious that I didn't think you'd ever smile!" he ecstatically praised. He didn't mean to be so forward but his honest reactions were pouring from his mouth.

"And whoa whoa. Lets drop the mister Amara! Just because my hair is silver doesn't mean I'm old and feeble." Every word was cosigned with a sheepish grin or hearty laugh. It was rare, but Kaeor truly didn't mean any harm. However, a few questions stood ready to plunge from the tip of his tongue. In an attempt to appear sensible, he corked the bottle in his hand.

"Unimpassioned? Why would they be so quick to write you off as that Amara? I may not be a seer, but there's certainly something more to you than what a regular eye can perceive." The shinobi paused before continuing. "Amarantha. You want to have plum sake by the fire with a man you just met?" he exclaimed teetering between her whole name and the abridged version. Kaeor didn't allow the underlying meaning of her words to go to waste and finally stretched his hand back out to hers to complete the gesture.

"Are you sure you haven't started the night drinking as well m'dear?" he briefly teased.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

If confused was one emotion, then she was learning that one fast. But nevertheless she was some sort of pleased she hadn't scared him away, though just by visual scan from her eyes she would note several things which she would think over later. Like intense green eyes with silver hair, it was a unique tie. But she really liked his hair and once again imagined how it would feel. Such imaginations would need to be closed of any farther examination and she thought a good self torture will do just that as soon as she got home. Pathetic emotions such as that would might get her killed in the future as they were such a distraction.

Stiffening ever so slightly she folded that to the back to her mind and smiled at his reply. But what she found was frightening was the fact that she had smiled for he wouldn't have mentioned it if she hadn't. Without thought her right arm folded over her chest while her fingers gripped her left forearm. An uncomfortable gesture though she was more confused and horrified at the way she was responding. Her friend had said it was natural to find men attractive but to her it was wicked; evil.

“Oh so kind of you sir. To think that my smile would … I.” At the lost of words for a moment she mumbled the next in a rush. “I'd need to get my picture taken for the truth is I do not even know what my smile looks like.” A hesitant smile would then take form before her eyes averted to the side. And at his next outburst she would look at him with wide eyes. She hadn't noticed she was staring so plainly and to quickly refroze her expression she mumbled.

“My apologies, I was brought up to say that sort of thing. Though here it would be more like the Japanese honorifics such as Kun, Chan. But if you want my honest opinion, I do not understand such meanings.” Amarantha then allowed her hand to fall to her side, the fabric of her long sleeve kimono following suit. She wasn't cold but just then she felt the shivers as though something bad was going to happen. The saying: someone just walked over my grave. But then very boldly she looked up at him, as in looked up. She just realized that she was so short. But in such formal ware she chose to dress that evening, high heels were not the get-go with kimonos. It made her feel petite when overall she was all muscle beneath smooth pale skin.

But then she laugh faintly finally catching what he meant when he said 'Unimpassioned'. Her lips opened as she explained the reason behind the word. “Will, I was going to say … cold-blooded or apathetic but that word simply slipped out instead. In nature,” The next words she spoken was with a sharp eyes, once again laying it down flat. “In nature I am not a nice person. And I suppose they sense that, or at least witness it. I do mean though, I do not want to be an evil thing. It just that things are not all they seem to be when you want to be someone else.” She won't mention the way his words spoke to her and the way she took then though: 'there's certainly something more to you than what a regular eye can perceive', those words chilled her to the bone.

And then another question made her think. Can this guy read minds? Or does he understand more than what he seems to be leading. I really do not know this guy... As all thoughts were banished from her mind at his next set of lines she felt her neck suddenly prickle up with heat. “Yes. The way I said it, I do regret saying something so bluntly when I do not even know you. But yes, its better to drink when you are not alone. Its more … I do mean, unless you want to be alone then so be it. I just thought that drinking alone means you want to be alone.” She spoke hesitatingly trying to find the right words. And then to lighten the mood when she felt his skin upon contact she laugh softly. “No, I was planning a drink but had not yet had one. It was something that had just come to mind actually. But I am completely … sober...” The Kamyuja teased in return, staring point blankly at his own drink.

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Socially, Kaeor sensed certain vibes that masked her physical nature. In the growth of a shinobi, it was tedious balancing the act of keeping a wide smile in the village walls and a blade ready for any threat. It demanded a certain efficiency that many struggled to come to perfection with, but that didn't include any outside factors. For example, the Japanese honorifics that Amara practiced had been something she had been cultured to express. On the other hand, the Leaf shinobi lacked the same extension of mannerisms. Whether if it was a village provided custom or a norm of her family, there was undoubtedly a difference in their upbringings. Yet no aspect reigned over the other. They were pretty equal, at least from Kaeor's standpoint.

The way that the two conducted business was quite the sight. The correction of her words were taken in stride. He understood the suffering of being apathetic and cold-blooded. It was a shield that he raised to this day in dire circumstances. More importantly, it was a shield that he hid behind his entire life. The stoic mindset was welcomed early in his life and tied hand in hand with his progress as a shinobi. Even if he didn't tell Amarantha, he concluded that it was a desensitizing process that he unconsciously placed into effect. He hadn't realized it then, but now he saw the "mistakes" of his past. Amarantha, of course, likely had different reasons for her own mood. She seemed natural to the mood, and he admittedly forced a trait on himself.

"Well I don't know if this counts for anythin'. You don't seem like a not nice person to me. I don't think non-nice people spend their late nights making friends or associates." A fine smirk crossed his face before he realized the weight of his words. Quickly, he aimed to retract his comment as to not offend Amara's silent nature. "Or just small chat with a stranger." If she found beauty in her cold nature, then he didn't want to be someone to defy what she had built. Intriguingly though, he fought the desire to chisel at the ice that she embedded herself in. There was nothing wrong with wanting to dig deeper into her personality.

Kaeor giggled at she tripped over her words in her attempt to explain the last promising lines of the night. Alcohol for two didn't seem too rash. Marveling in the results of his tease, he kindly acknowledged her true meaning. He wasn't sure if she wanted to enter the rowdy inn for drinks or elsewhere, so reasonably he permitted her to make the first movement. "We can definitely change that if you wish. The world's a much funner place through a different lens. Lead the way! Maybe you can tell me more about Kumogakure."

[Celaena Kamyuja]

You don't know the half of it... The Kamyuja thought bitterly as she reasoned over his point of view over her. The way he said it left her questioning herself. Was that what I was doing? Finding friends to try and make this miserable existence of mine worth living? Earlier on when he caught my attention I actually had the consideration of simply ignoring him. But why did I not? Was it because I wanted friendship? Needed it in fact? Well that what happens when I get caught up in this web of friendship and comrades. Could the death of my only friend have cause this new found quest of mine to find friends? Or am I just lonely and looking for an easy way out? Without drive at all she simply muttered her reply to his words. “I suppose just a small chat with a stranger. It surely could not have been something else.” But even saying that she wasn't overly sure.

The sound of his snickering laugh over her lost of word momentary ago would have normally sent her into a fit of something... rage? Maybe not that far but she would not have been happy. Yet – just listening to that male amusement made her reactions to normal triggers of rage seem less affective. She didn't feel enraged, or embarrassed but instead she almost thought that this was the time when people laugh along with the 'theme. But Amarantha did not laugh. She had not laugh once in her life, well not as far as remembering that is, but anyhow she wasn't going to start here. She simply thought he didn't deserve that laugh just quite yet, and she wasn't here to play easy.

“Indeed, I understand what you mean by your 'acknowledgement' of the world, tell me Sir. Your eyes? Are they gifted? And don't get me wrong, I understood what you meant when you said about lens and that's not the reason why I have just mentioned about your eyes. Its just, I haven't seen green so pure. And as for our... date.” She said the last word with a smile. “I know this restaurant that's not too far from here, if you follow me so, it will be my treat.”

Turning her back on him her features suddenly went dark. As I thought, he's not from here. Hmph, and I thought that that Konohagakure head band was an ornament. How bland of me not to notice it on his left arm sooner. Even if we are allies that still kills the trust I could have made with him. Yet … maybe we still could become friends. He's nice, but nice can also kill you...

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Amarantha labeled him as a stranger, and he didn't mind. He had spent ages keeping to himself inside of Kumogakure, so it didn't bother him all too much that it would continue. For now, she was a welcome substitute for whatever she termed herself. In his giddy fit, Kaeor just about perceived everyone that was willing to talk to him as an associate. Internally, he was numb to any harshness or coldness. So any attempt that another might've suggested to spurn him away was met with little resistance other than a laugh. His lips didn't shed the truth, but he was thankful for her physical grace. By appearance she was an oddball, yet Amara lent him her spare attention. His mind wouldn't forget her face after this encounter. And despite his consumption, the honorable side of him already promise to repay her one day if they ever got the chance to enjoy each other's company again.

Before the two made haste, Amara latched on to several words from earlier. Her keen observation impressed him. Kaeor didn't have any underlying intentions in his speech. Somehow, Amara was able to pinpoint a certain suspicion in his eyes. The emerald orbs only peered back at her, but they didn't calm her accusations. The few steps she made when she turned her back blessed him with seconds to think of an answer. Honestly, he wanted to know what venue she was leading him too and speak about that. Yet it would have been rude of him to dodge her question.

Scratching his head, Kaeor exclaimed, "I .. uhh.. I guess it's just the product of my good genes I inherited." The response was in line with what he took from her question. He dared to consider if she had meant to obtain information about his Uchiha heritage or the fabled sharingan that cursed his sight, but Kaeor stuck to the barebones of her request. If she wanted to know extra then she had the right to only ask. "I'm pretty lucky I s'ppose! And you are too Amara! You're appearance isn't drab in the slightest if I'm allowed to say such!" he exclaimed with a spring in his step and voice.

He took her question and in stride created his own, hoping to hit her first and learn something grand about her. "Do you belong to any clans or bloodlines here? I don't know too much about the clans that Kumogakure hosts. But there's a look and appreciation about the way you act that just throws off the vibe that you were raised differently than most. That is, if you don't mind me asking!" The question sought to discover and learn from her and obviously carried more weight than what she threw at him.

She had merely unlocked the latch on Pandora's Box in regards to him. But now the Leaf shinobi was fully raising the lid. If this was his last night in paradise, then why not freely enjoy it, right?

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Amarantha thought that he wasn't going to reply to her inquiry, and though she had turned her back on him she could still feel his eyes upon her. Like a six sense as she was highly alert. She didn't want to have his eyes upon her back, it left her little chance if he were to attack. She didn't know much about his battle experience, and hers withal, she had survived so far were shocking. She loved the thrill of the battle, the destruction of her fists, but other than that her skills on the field were problematic and need to be worked upon. But nevertheless, coming back to the moment at hand, she felt the unease in the air, feeling that she had somehow caught him off guard. She wasn't too sure if that was his feeling, but still this feeling brought a smile to her lips. Turning her upper body she would stare at him, to see if he was following or not. And she allowed her eyes to bore through him.

The scratch of his head was the only thing she noted of his actions, which either meant, he was dumbfound for words or, he was hiding something he didn't want to say. Amarantha felt her smile widen. While perils in colour gleamed off her as her teeth showed. “Good genes?” Amara would study him for a moment, stilling in her tracks before she said with good graces. “And I thought your hair was one of your 'good genes'. But like I noticed before, your eyes are, peculiar.” By now she was walking again, but this time by his side and not in front of him. She decided to keep him in view at all times, and not only that, but talking to him with her back against him was difficult and against her nature.

Amarantha would smile at his quarrel. But she couldn't decided if she fell into the 'lucky' side and not simply the 'cursed'. But the fact that he approved of her appearance made her feel special. Her slight mood change moments ago seemed to have gone without sight of either of them noticing it. But right now she felt... happy. An unusual emotion but she could not explain it as it was new. But hearing his giddy voice made her want to hear it some more. God what was happening to her. Before she didn't trust him but now she didn't want him to leave. And he was drunk. She had bad experience with drunk men in the past, and was forced to kill them to save her hide, yet he didn't seem to fall into their character, but seemed to be in a class of his own. 'Easy come easy go' stride. Does anything bother him?

She was silent momentarily, lost in this new found feeling of happiness, soaking up the feeling until it overwhelmed her, and that's when he spoke next. She wasn't expecting it in the least and when she herd his question it immediately chilled her to the bone, froze her for the second time in her tracks. Unease slivered over her skin like millions of slimy snakes and she felt cold. Her body was locked, muscles coiled and ready for anything. Even her breathing had stilled to almost nothing but a patter whereas her heartbeat was beating too fast that it hurt. Her eyes shifted to his instantly, the only thing on her that was alive and working. Everything else on her was emotionless, guarded. What reflected in her eyes she did not know, but it wasn't fear and that was sure. Amarantha never showed fear. Only twice in her life, but not now, it was more like … dangerous.

One thing her past has taught her was to lie when necessary and tell the truth only when it helps her in some sort of way. And right now she replied calmly with quick professionalism. “Clans or bloodlines. I know plenty, seen it in action plenty of times. Felt it even, but do I have such lines?” A smile married her face, a cold one. And then she started walking again, her 'happy' feeling gone. “What do you think, Kaeor? What have you discovered?” No mister of sir this time. A nerve was hit and she knew when to play. Amarantha had mixed feelings. She knew she had to lie, and could do so easy, but she didn't want to lie to him. She liked him, stranger from a different county or not. But if push came to shove, she would lie to him. And if that did not succeed, then she will have no trouble in killing. It was kill or be killed after all. Not when she could get her life in danger just by a simple mishap. After all he wasn't from her village, and secrets were held against those who seek them, even if they were allies.

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Questionably ignorant, the Konoha shinobi barely caught wind of her contorting her hips to find his body. His head was on a swivel itself, purposely doing its best to form reminders of his setting. There were a few landmarks here and there that he committed to memory, yet his act wasn't anything unusual in the slightest. Nonetheless, her pace diminished to the point where the two were side by side. The youth didn't think too much of it, only believing she had done so in order to keep their conversation functioning without twisting around every two seconds. Assuredly, she complimented his hair and focused in on the oddity of his eyes twofold. Fumbling for a genuine reply, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It wasn't evident, but the juvenile act served to steal a few seconds of time. "If you find my hair and eyes to be so peculiar, then I'm curious as to how you see yourself Amara. Long violet hair. Dark eyeliner. Perfect diction. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has pinpointed this out to you, but you're equally as fascinating to me." The warm words were trailed by a smile that the woman displayed for him. In the manner she carried herself, he fully felt appreciative of the approving facial expression. Something told him many didn't get to see this jubilant side of her. And in a bizarre way, he was grateful to be one of the few.

The pair resumed their trek and Kaeor anticipated an answer. What unfolded next came as a jolt to him however as he noticed she was no longer beside him. Turning with a curious "Hmm", fleeing from his lips, Kaeor identified a immense change in his new colleague's manner. There was no music or noise to disturb his fixation on her. Though a short distance away, there was a change that he had to blink twice at. Furthermore, he only studied her though his face didn't betray him. By her breathing alone, he knew¹ something was off about her. He wasn't one to force someone to reveal their troubles so he left it all up to her.

She cleverly stepped around the question. It wasn't meant to trap her so to say, but from the change in her tone, breathing, and heartbeat Kaeor realized that it may have stirred something. Guarded, she spoke about the actions of clans and bloodlines in battle. They were both shinobi, but their contrast flaunted themselves. He had merely buzzed her about those within the walls, not those she faced. Though young, Kaeor separated his work from his social life. His inquisition was only to gain more knowledge about things he could have learned in Kumogakure's bibliotheca. Simultaneously, her discipline for her village was encouraging. He attributed his aloof manner and choice of topics to the trials which he had weathered and Ichijin's teachings. Transformed, her walk renewed itself as he stood silently with a look of confusion on his face.

Though she truncated the distance, he by no means embraced the danger or threat that a normal foreigner would've. He only looked at her skeptically, and if she wanted to invade his personal space then so be it. The man uncorked his bottle of sake and took another small swig to whet his lips after she asked him about his opinion.

"What I think?" he repeated, opting to keep his visual tool beneath lock. The auditory tips that riveted from her were enough for him. "I'm not sure Amarantha. You don't look all too happy with me though." he politely stated. A genuine smile plastered his face as their eyes continued to beam at one another. "I mean, I'm sure you know of some of Konoha's clan. Right?" A loose rope was tossed with that statement to gauge her once more. The change of her mood hadn't affected his yet, so he didn't have any reason to treat her differently.

"I mean if I had to guess I would think you belonged to a clan or bloodline. Like I said, people such as us don't look fascinating for nothing. You know that I 'suffer' from great genes, so maybe you're just in the same boat." And convincingly enough, he even threw an "out" in the conversation if it wasn't something she wanted to speak about. He honestly didn't know whether if she was of a bloodline or no, and the answer wasn't necessary. If that out wasn't large enough, he would've made it a bit more clear.

"I sense that maybe my question struck a chord. If so, I didn't mean to be to intrusive. I'd be a fool to have a lady such as yourself on my bad side. There's no doubt you would end a foreigner like me before we've gotten to have our fill of plum sake! The words fizzled out with an immediate flash of his trustworthy smile. The shinobi even made sure to tip the scales to show her that he believed he was lesser than her as a ninja, though the validity remained untested. Kaeor decidedly hadn't rekindled their walk but talked to her confidently. He had no desire to create any hostility between them and looked to vanquish any rising tension. The thought to let his red eyes emerge beneath his contacts raised for a moment. She wouldn't have been able to directly see it beneath the lens that surfaced on his eyes, yet he didn't find any need for going to such lengths. If she lied, then she lied. So be it.

"If you'd like, we can speak about something else? Whatever you wish that makes you more comfortable. Your secrets are your own and I don't wish to pry."

Once a gentleman.
Always a gentleman.

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1 -- Bodily Decipher
Rank: C-rank
Skill:Ninjutsu, supplementary
Effect: Explained below
Special: ---
Drawback:---
Description: The user interprets sound waves emitted by opponent. By understand the sound waves created by walking, breathing, heartbeat, etc. The user is able to gauge their enemy’s bodily specification, such as their height, weight, muscle mass, etc. until they have literally gathered an extremely accurate ‘picture’ of the person with sound. This also allows them to sense fluctuations within breathing, heart rate, pulse which can help the bard know how tired or ill a specific person is. This is extremely useful in gathering information on opponents before ever encountering them. This jutsu can also be used to retrieve information on multiple opponents as well, when first learned they can discern the information of ten opponents, this can be retrained for an additional ten people each time with the maximum of one hundred. Each time this skill is learned it also gives a 3% chance of discerning if an opponent is telling a lie, with a maximum of thirty percent.
Limit: Art of the Bard, must unlock Auditory Comprehension

[Celaena Kamyuja]

The young woman was in a mood. Once happy but now rather remote. She was sure he didn't mean it, but then who knows? Amarantha used to be a good reader, but this male has plenty of annoying distractions. His hair and his eyes, but also if she thought about it, it was his mannerisms also. He is not like any male she has met before. She mentally sighed before she continue to study him. And- was shocked to hear his words of her. “I'm fascinating?” She could not believe it. And learning that she was sidetracked once again. Does he like me? Surely not! Who would if they really knew me? I'm the back stabber unconditionally, if I get the chance. But... All this thinking was draining her self discipline. And she knew if she saw her reflection then, her face would be pale and sunken. But nevertheless she mumbled to herself: 'I'm fascinating...'

“Well... As I come to think of it, an old friend of mine did say I look too innocent considering my indiscreet behaviour. And that I and not to be trusted. Its funny though and I can not seem to explain why.” The words of her long lost friends silently, mockingly whispered to her: insane … a lunatic... She mentally shrugged them away. “I do have a nick name though. Else where some man who's name I have long since forgotten gave me the name Dominatrix,” With a sudden laugh she would then stare at Kaeor with a cold look. “I was dressed in leather. And looked ridiculous considering that I was in freezing lands. But the cold has never disturbed me before. Now as I think about it, of how I must have looked. It is totally against my character. Do you still find me fascinating Kaeor? Or am I just another absurd female you have met along the way.”

Talk about a rocky personality. She meant her words to be harsh in a warning to say, what? Back off or do say more, my ego is building rapidly here, but it turned out not as she expected. Yet remembering her Chunin exam did make her feel pleased, seeing that she survived that and got graduated at the same time. Surely that bottle of drink was emptying now. But that was not what she was really thinking about. As she studied him, as he casually took a drink from the bottle. It was like she could see his brains working behind his eyes. And then he spoke. Yes, Kaeor, What do you think? And as she thought that, he would continue answering her question.

“Now sure?” She basically growled. But then to calm herself down, she answered his question. She could see no harm in that. And so to carefully and hopefully catch him off guard she spoke softly. “I do no a few of Konoha's clans, yes. Though my knowledge in them are not solid. Just rumors of what I've herd, minus one that is. The one I find most fascinating is one that is a dangerous one to be up against. Inasmuch as Konoha's history in the clans Massacre that is world wide known. I have even experience its power at hand. I can not say I like its power, but it is still fascinating. Uchiha. A frightening clan, one I respect the most.” Then again she might have revealed a bit to much. But with a mental shrug she then said. “But I do not have such abilities...”

Even though she was still moody, she couldn't help but to feel … what? Contented? How she did not know. “Yes. We suffer from great genes. Though I've come to accept mine. What about you Kaeor? Do you accept who you are? I have my suspicions on weather you are, how can I put it, special, or not. But I've come to accept that I was born with these 'great genes' and leave it at that. They either help me or curse me. No body's perfect.” With a nod to no one in particular she would be walking again. But then she said slyly. “No chord was struck, Kaeor. Though yes. Lets have that plum sake now.” It might calm me down... But then she was thinking again.

How strong is he? But most of all, does he belong to a clan? The problem with Uchiha's is that like mine their eyes activate. And their eyes are not green like his but rather dark. I could be wrong. I did not think to ask my brother much about his clan before I killed him. So no I don't think Kaeor is a Uchiha. I'd need to study him more. What about that other clan? What's the name again? That 'noble' bullshit clan, god what's the name. Uh.. Hyuuga Byuuga? Hyuuga clan that it. Could Kaeor belong to the Hyuuga clan? With a sneak peak she then thought instantly. No. I don't think so. But he sure as hell, special. I'd need to be more careful.

Amarantha nearly jumped out of her skin as he spoke. She had not forgotten about him but she did thought that all chatter was lost. “I do not mind what we talk about. Words are better than silence.” After a once over she then asked him rather sheepishly. “I do have a question though. What is Kumogakure like. I have not had the luxury of meeting the place yet. Though I will not lie, I am interested in the country. And not for personal knowledge gain. I've herd that they have good hot springs, and that the weather is warm. I'm interested in their food also. Living here the food seems to blend in as much as the people and the nights do. Here there is always the same boring speech. I am looking for some entertainment. And if it was not for my place here in Kumo, I would have left ages ago. I suppose I have grown to like it here.”

Though after my friend's death. I am lonely. If it wasn't for Adelpha, I think I would be scared. Pathetic but true.

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

A mutual laugh was shared by the two when she revealed being coined a dominatrix. The gentle woman even reached out for his answer, yet he didn't give any at the moment. She had done more than intended and ensnared him. Finally, she had surrendered to his previous whims and gave him some idea of closure. Her words were lightly cryptic, but he deciphered the meaning that rested within. It wasn't anything subliminal, but a few notes that he nearly missed altogether. Amarantha's words divulged into her admittedly small knowledge of clans, yet as soon as she reached the word massacre, Kaeor already knew what was bound to come. Despite his knowledge, the name of his clan caused his ears to ring. The name of his bloodline had long been associated with negative stigmas. It was fortunate that he wasn't one of the many that husked an enormous sense of pride in their bloodline. He had no qualms about the way he felt. The sharingan was just a tool; a very efficient tool.

Nothing more, nothing less.

He felt entitled to gift her with shocking news, but held his tongue as she rapidly talked. It was actually nice to find someone to listen too nowadays. Amarantha put his positive quality as a great listener to good use. She launched a barrel of questions at him that he took in stride. The fact that she didn't mind their topics flowed past him like a powerful relief. Still, he didn't feel the inclination to ask about anything that didn't abide by a normal ninja's nindo. Kaeor didn't want to bring up any topics that could potentially conflict with her stance in Kumogakure.

"I take it you mean Konohagakure." he corrected, only taking her error as a sign of her excitement and inquiring mind. "I haven't been there in two years, but if it's still the same then it's an awfully lovely place. It's not perched high such as Kumogakure. But it has its own beauty in its nature and forestry. The springs and weather are two reasons we may receive a lot of traffic though, it's actually interesting that you pointed that out. All in all, I'm sure Konoha to me is the equivalent of Kumo to you. Maybe you need a brief change of scenery or a vacation?" Staying in Kumogakure hadn't changed the Uchiha, but he was a bit more relaxed. He no longer needed to answer the call for missions so abundantly and lived a fruitful life of early retirement. The years of silence left him happy and it took him a while to deny the itch that accompanied his trigger finger.

"Maybe your both fascinating and absurd." The passive trait that blessed him with the ability to monitor the fluctuations in her still remained in play. Everything felt as if they were returning to the previous collected state, yet he couldn't help but feel another aura flow from her. Typical of the shinobi, he didn't raise her attention to it, but merely let himself stew around it. "And being special depends on ones perspective, does it not?" The brunt of his words jumped to and fro her last statements, but this one was the meat of what she provided.

"I didn't catch wind of what you were expressing earlier, until now. Like I said before, my green eyes are unusual, but there's more to me if that's what you wished to know." He was cautious in his approach, even after she confirmed she didn't have any sort of bloodline or ability. It wasn't a decision he created out of pity, but rather for his comfortability in his own skin. His tongue ran over his teeth and he accelerated his speech to summarize a single point for her.

"I'm one of the rare Uchiha of Konohagakure."

The prestige of such a comment was flawed by his lackadaisical nature. Simultaneously, he illusioned blood, pain, and glory immersing the name of his clan. He knew that Amara had her thoughts about the clan, but he hoped that she saw the individual beneath the tales. He trusted Amara to not do anything foolish and keep her calm. If not, the next line of trust fell into his art. At news of his bloodline, she wouldn't be the first to act irrationally if she chose too.

"And I'm sure plum sake would do a good bit of justice right now." he stated, pocketing the sake in his kimono. The swigs that he had taken earlier were perceived to be long, but they were actually short. The bottle remained half-full, particularly a fitting amount to indulge in for another time later. As of now he looked around to see how much closer they were to this restaurant she proposed, but he kept himself open to the incoming questions or statements from her.

After an announcement of that level, they were sure to come.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Who is this guy? Was all the Kamyuja female thought as she studied him from the corner of her eye. The night was indeed turning out peaceful, even under the strain she felt with the 'easy questions' and 'personal questions' being asked. Interrogation. That was what it felt like to her. Deep down inside she felt her soul smile at the circumstances of the night folding before her. It was indeed not what she expected and was actually glad she left the warmth of her home. She knew he liked it when she told him about her nickname. But the more she thought about the man who gave it to her, she could not remember. Such a pity. But when she herd him laugh, it bloomed within her, making her soft and fuzzy again. That made her uncomfortable. It felt like a whirlpool within her stomach doing over one hundred and eighty turns per second. But she managed to keep a straight face.

“Yes, dominatrix. I may not look like it, but I have a fondness of leather and high heels. Though tonight I chose the modern of Japan's culture itself, the kimono after all that's the popular fashion these days. So I look simple and not the type that makes me look … impudent. I see you are a man of fine tastes. White kimono. Are you not troubled about getting blood on it? Blood after all is a killer of its own to get out. And then again it does not feel the same but rather dirty, even once its clean.” With a casual laugh she would then say. “Sorry, I have a vivid imagination.” And with that she would slip into silence again. Simply listening to what he had to say.

After a moment she would stumble in her approach to the restaurant and then with a laugh of complete surprise she would stare at him with wide eyes. “Yes. I mean Konoha. I'm sorry, I jumbled the name. I hope you are not offended as the country is your home, it is just that all countries names are similar, well in their own right that is.” With a smile she would turn her head briefly away from him. Why the hell am I apologizing? But then she looked back up at him again when he said he hasn't been there in two years. But politely so, she waited until he had stopped speaking before she asked him another question.

“May I ask you why you have not been to your village in two years? By the looks of her head band, you are not rogue. Or, are you simply on holiday?” That question came out slightly flirtatious but she didn't pick it up. “I've been to Takigakure, the only vacation I manage to get. But then it turned out as a help instead of a simple relax. I've met the Takikage you know.” She was going to say something personal she picked up about that village. But then thought against it and left the conversation at that. Quickly changing the subject she then said. “But I am interested in a vacation. And a change of scenery might do me good.” And with that she imagined what Konoha would be like. Paradise...

Having being lost in thought she almost missed his next words. And had even look up at him with a questionably look upon her pale face. But then it clicked in. “You must be the most kindest person I have ever met who says thoughtful things about me. Normally I would receive the total opposite. Is this the real you, or are you playing sheep? I'd hate to think you are playing me Kaeor and might end up having to kill you if I find my heart broken.” She whispered sharply. And then a thought struck her, hard. I do not know what is going on with me. People have notice a change with me. Saying that my mannerisms are insane, that I speak like a child. Girlish. Yet I do not now. Is that another one of Adelpha's traits? Great! Now I've got me thinking another mental problem. If I do not stop now, I will end up with a migraine.

“Ones perspective? Yes, sure.” She mildly answered, while not really understanding the question as her thoughts were on other things. But then her focus sharpened and then she remembered. Special... And simply nodded instead and stared up at him. As he asked she wondered. What do I wish to know about him? Should I tell him my suspicions of him? But she didn't get the chance. He had fallen silent but only momentarily before it was like a bomb going off.
“I'm one of the rare Uchiha of Konohagakure."

This time she didn't stumble or halt in her tracks. Instead she dived away from him, her muscles contracting as though he gave her an electric shock. But shock was an understatement. She was terrified! The look must have shown on her face as as she stared at the people passing by them, one look on a males face says plainly: What the hell?! And that was the question indeed. WHAT THE HELL?! She wet her lips, staring not at his eyes this time but at his mouth. Shit! I am acting ridiculous. I mean come on, I killed a Uchiha in the past you fool! Calm down! With a small voice she said calmly, too calmly despite the circumstances: “I had my suspicions. Uh, thank you for clearing that up for me.” Slowly she straightened from her pose and approached warily, her right hand already balled into a fist.

Shock. That's what it is. She was in shock. Or more like shellshocked but in this case not from war but from having, 'I'm a Uchiha', planted upon you without even noticing the signs before hand. She was closer to him now, within arms reach but as soon as that distance was marked, she was frozen and numb. Her body was stiff but not aching. And her heart was pumping fast, too fast inside her chest like a hammer hitting the nail repeatedly. And god the pain, it hurt, more than a painful Genjutsu that causes major reactions. Like death. “This, this is not going to turn out bad, is it? I mean like. Like I do not know, the one who started the massacre.” Oh no! Did I just sound like a coward?! I need more than a whipping when I get home. A much more torture is needed considering what I picked up off the streets here. No wait, me talked to me first. Shit! Am I screwed here?!

She continued to look at his mouth and not those lovely eyes. Deadly eyes, she had to remember that. And then she said out loud. “You-you still want sake? I do mean, Ahem … Oh yes, of course. Sake sounds good. I will need one now. Er maybe two.” Her eyes fluttered slightly as though she got something in them before trying to more. She turned her head at least, to see that they were indeed outside the restaurant but as she tried to move the rest of her body she found that she could not. “So much for my bravery.” She muttered softly. So much for my ego! I am a Kamyuja! I yearn for the chaos! WHY AM I SUCH A SCARED SHIT NOW?! I killed a Uchiha in the past! And it was easy! EASY! Why this should be no different. Oh god, am I going to cry? ADELPHA!!

Inside she was panicking. Scared to death by the turn of events. Her calm gone. Her confidence too. Why was this man scaring her when only before she was calm and wanting his company. Needing it even. But she was scared and deep down she knew why. She was a loner. Adelpha was nearly always in control. But this was different. She managed to summon up her voice. And with a croak she manage to say. “Kaeor, we are outside the restaurant. But, I. Can you carry me in. I can't move...”

OOC: Sorry for the long reply. I'm having health issues but still am able to reply to you full on. I even made out my character to be not a brave as she shows. My approach is to try and make this Kamyuja not like the others. Hope you enjoy it...

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

OOC: That's fine! Your health comes first! Sorry for the wait!

With every fleeting moment, the edgy conversation between the two adults danced and jeered at their private thoughts. He wasn't sure what to make out of her audacious admittance concerning high heels and leather, but he didn't press the issue. The mystery and intrigue surrounding her words were enticing after all. It would be a shame if he ruined such an amusing hobby by questioning its authenticity in correlation to her. "That makes two of us." he purred. His eyes only had seen her current clothing, yet after insisting that she was a woman of heels he forced himself to recycle her fashionable comment. "Blood? Can't say I'm privy to that Amara. But I must be doing something wrong if I give it the chance to blemish my kimono." With the way the Konoha shinobi asserted himself, his words were a clear give away that he fancied stealthier methods. He wasn't a pushover when it narrowed down to putting his appendages to work, but it wasn't the proud forte of his arsenal. A small grin reassured her that she had no need to apologize so much around him. It was refreshing that she cared enough to do so, but disrespecting him was far easier said than done.

In a correction of the past, she revisited the topic of Konohagakure. From that moment, the Uchiha felt the question rest on the tip of her tongue. Its origin was found in that of a pebble going downhill. In its run, it collected debris and other minerals to boost its form into that of a hulking boulder. Threateningly, it crashed against Kaeor just as she inconvenienced him by asking why he had spent the past two years of his life in Kumogakure. The entire idea of this night rested in the question she asked and Kaeor only gave himself a second to regather himself. "I was in an engagement of sorts..." The usual cheer and ebullient nature resided in a tone of deep seriousness. Part of him understood that he could have used a confidentiality tactic to resist her. Yet he would only be delaying the inevitable as he peeled off the mental band-aid he had applied. "It was with your Yondaime Raikage to be exact." The somberness of his situation echoed in his skull to deter his forward progress. Resistant, he lifted his vision towards the sky and addressed her question with a conclusion. He was sure that all in all he piqued her interest on the subject. "Lets just say that things aren't always what they seem."

In what would have been a mood killer, the shinobi didn't grant the anguish of his past control over the present. And as she whispered about his thoughtfulness and teased about killing him, he laughed. Even with mentioning murder and death, there was a certain lightness that suspended itself in the air. "I have no reason to do such a thing Amarantha! I'm just one of those quietly perceptive types." The recovery from the words revolving around his engagement were aided with his companion's playful manner. But the gaiety of the two came to an unforeseen end as she starkly dove away from him. Her countenance changed to a point where he felt he was some sort of predator or as if his words had inflicted bodily harm. This was just one of the moments where his absence of emotion should have been more of a priority than before. And he didn't need his auditory powers to know that there was definitely a variation in her inner body.

Her recovery was sloppy as she confirmed her suspicions. Admittedly, Kaeor was having such a time that he completely forgot that the two were strangers. And in the aftermath of this act, he was a bit determined to keep her an arms length away. The passive auditory techniques that he had learned with his proficiency in sound caused him to hear the irregularity of her heartbeat. The fact that she mustered up the courage to return towards him was daunting yet her movement all but ceased as she got closer to him. Immediately, she resurrected the long forgotten massacre and proclaimed innocence. "Wh-What?" he stammered, failing to steady himself with her change of pace. Kaeor turned towards her to comfort her when he noticed that even her eyes were dodging his own. In the snap of a finger, she had changed her actions to match those of a person in a hostile situation. The green eyed shinobi wanted to stop her and inquire what was wrong. If he felt it was possible, he would have physically reached out to her but her tumultuous state interfered. If things aggravated, he wasn't sure how long he would be able to remain calm. She even entertained drinking two bottles of sake before she stood in the form of a statue. Her voice reached out to him, asking him to move her and he didn't budge. The joy of his voice was replaced with a soothing seriousness.

"What's going on Amarantha?" he barked, concerned about the leap in her mood. "I hope the tales and stories of Uchiha haven't prejudiced you. Is there something your not telling me?" She didn't stare at his eyes but he made no effort not to look at her own. Understandably, Kaeor was a tad bit put off at her actions and wanted some sort of explanation. The last thing he wanted was for the woman to lash out against him if he attempted to touch her. Hadn't his good spirits been enough to separate him from the pack?

"How can I carry you inside when you won't even look me in my eyes Amara?"

The question was very true.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

"Confession is good for the soul, they say. I'd imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand--too damning." Well that's what Amarantha would have said if it was involved around confessions and not blood on kimono's but that's what she thought when he replied to her question. But then she thought to carry on her guesses over his clothing, that he must have more than one pare of the same kimono. And the linen coating the lower half of his chest, from what is visible to her eyes, makes him all too sexy, even if under the kimono he is rolled up like an imperfect mummy. She sighed mentally. If confessions were good for the soul, she would never be the silent girl. But speaking her mind would get her killed. And so she said instead, and meant it as a joke.

“Like Superman? Huh? Special to be you.” A wide cheeky grin crossed her face suddenly before her emotionless face took over once more, like a flash. “I feel like superman sometimes. But then things intend to get ugly fast.” And with that she left the subject. But then the Kamyuja studied him with amusement. So serious... She noticed how he was sobering up fast and then thought bugga, no more interrogations. But then she said. “I've met Lady Raikage once, before she was replaced. But I was young. It must have been big for a Konoha associate to be here. I have never had that kind of job before. But by the cold soberness you show yourself suddenly means I do not want it any more than you did.” With a shrug of her slim shoulders she looked up into the sky with him. Like always a storm was brewing. Another womanly sigh was invented before she felt the back of her mouth dry. Something bad was going to happen...

However, the feeling never lasted and she stared over at him with dagger for eyes. He laughs at me?! And then with an unknown temper, she summoned up her voice. “Hey! I was being serious.” But then when she thought over it she realized how funny it did sound. I mean I don't know how strong he is, and then threaten him that I will kill him if ever my heart was broken. Way to go... With a sniff of... something, her head turned the other way in a huff of aloofness. With her head still faced away from him she would say. “So you read people too, Mr Kaeor. What a coincidence. I do not believe in the fluke of things. But have it your way for I intend to be observant myself.” Though right now... I'm rather inattentive.

Too careless that she didn't recognize the prediction of what a dry mouth means. He is an Uchiha... And therefore, dangerous. But now she was either brave or stupid because she returned to his side after leaping away like she was on a workout course. Why she returned? She had no idea. But one thing for sure, she knew that she could not walk again, or in the most, never forget this night. When he stammered she stared at the shock expression on his face. And then simply ignored him, having trouble believing the words that were told to her. “Adelpha, not all Uchiha's are bad. Just most of them...” Her grandmother voice spoke crystal clear. But was she right? That was the second question.

Right at this moment though, she had to calm herself down. Too worked up in this state that she would be a sitting duck if he decided to play the games she normally created herself. But she was in no state of mind. She didn't know what was wrong. And inside her head she whimpered Adelpha's name over and over again wishing for her to take control so that she would feel safe once more. I'm a coward. I'm a coward... But the switch did not come. She was still Amarantha.

Blood thundered her ears but she could hear him clearly. And her skin had a bad case of pins and needles. But still she stared at him. Not the eyes but that sexy mouth, full on concern now. Embarrassed that she asked to be helped inside, and also, embarrassed to the point that she was acting like a madwoman who did not take her medication. THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! WILL THIS ORDEAL END?! A-DEL-PHA! ANSWER ME! But no, instead he asked questions. And he was no longer drunk. He must have been acting it. HE PLAYED ME!

Rage was slowly overtaking the hysteria. And maybe Adelpha was answering her silent calls. But still at least her thoughts were slowly turning around. She had to calm down. And slow by slow, she was. And by a glad accomplishment, there were no black sclera or white sclera eyes to show the evidence of her clan. After a moment, she felt calm. Well calm enough that her chest no longer felt like an alien was trapped inside and she spoke clearly: “No I am fine now. Everything is all well. I was not- eh, I am fine Kaeor, and, and your clan's heritage was not the cause. Honest.” And by god that was the weakest lie ever. But still she would not look at him. Not directly that is. And when he asked her the question why she was not looking into his eyes she visibly winced. But then bravely her eyes skimmed his before flickering away like a spooked kitten. Hopeless. She, Amarantha, was a coward.

But then against her will, shocked that she was saying such things she muttered. “I stared at near death, at the eyes of a Uchiha. Those powerful eyes saw too much. They are a curse like my very own. I love Genjutsu, Mr Kaeor. But my eyes only show hatred. They don't grant me a Genjutsu range,” with a sharp almost lost laugh she muttered. “Well that is only if the Uchiha are Genjutsu eye specialist. I do not know much about that side of the clan … but … but ...” Now she simply muttered the rest. So jumbled that she did not even know what she said. Forlorn as she was, she stared desperately at the restaurant wanting that drink more than ever. But like before, she still could not move.

OOC: Lol. Nope I'm strong enough now to write. So keep that interesting Uchiha business coming. And allow my fingers to burn like fire across the keyboard!

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

Amarantha hastily shot down the idea that any problems had arose from his revelation. The only thing the shinobi did was passively ogle at her, wondering if she forgot the bizarre manner she acted in seconds ago. He didn't need the talents of his doujutsu to know that something was off. The fact that she ended her statement with the word 'honest' didn't bode well with him either. He wasn't overly bewildered, but the trust he had placed in her warm personality was gradually dissolving. Being that she was the first person to encounter in the village, he had been a bit more open and receptive to her. Something that the half empty bottle of sake even coaxed him to permit. The deeper that they delved into their conversation only further exploited the skeletons that hung in her closet.

In regards to his comment about looking into his eyes, the girl managed gather her confidence for a few seconds and meet him halfway before sheepishly turning her view again. She casually talked about killing and murdering people, but couldn't bring herself to stare at him in his eyes. The only thing he made from it was that either her bloated tales were fabricated or she couldn't separate the difference between battle and leisure time as he did. She haphazardly let loose a few fleeting details, shedding a little light on her history. The entire brief lecture was cryptic, but he wasn't sure to make of it. Vocally, the sweet ninja only made sure that his warning would reach her eyes. "I'm going to touch you now."

Finally identifying himself with her request, he slightly bent before one of his arms made contact with her back and the other rested behind the lower half of her clothing, specifically at her legs. Gracefully he molded himself into her and plucked her from the earth until she was in tow in his arms. "They may be a curse Amarantha." he quietly whispered as he began to step forward towards the restaurant. He didn't understand exactly what she meant but after her minor breakdown he was sure not to put her in any compromising predicament unless his tongue slipped. "But the only thing that matters is how you play the cards you're dealt. Not the actual cards." The words were a gift from him to her as he closed in on the door of the restaurant. Purely nonjudgmental, he entered with her despite the curious looks of others at the sight of him with a damsel in his arms.

"You're pretty light Amarantha." he hummed, almost as if saying he thought she would be heavier. He crossed between the row of people before finding a suitable round table with two chairs waiting for them both. Gently, he lowered her down into his seat and took his own, curious to see if she was still in practice of avoiding his eyes.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

This night was slowly turning terrible. She liked the idea of being with someone unique, but now that she knows his true heritage, being a Uchiha, she was now uncomfortable with the fact by being near him. But still some courage much had been with her for she still remained by his side, and had not killed out of fear, or ran like a dog with its tail between its legs. Slowly, uncertainly she looked up at him. But no smile would reach her lips. She was in shock, as she had told him parts of her fears. Fears which left scars, but the kind that was not meant to be told. But surprisingly she was not sad with herself, or angry. She felt, casual as though it had helped in some way. Maybe, telling him was the right thing to do. The Kamyuja felt her lips turn then. Sad she might be, but she was impressing herself with her self control over the fact that she hadn't 'hit' anything yet. And that little self control meant a lot to her.

And then he spoke. Surprise lit her face then. She was surprised that he wanted to stay. And when he said that he was going to touch her now she was surprise to find that her body did not tense up more than it already was. But the thought suddenly fluttered into her mind. What happens if I am to heavy? Nonsense, I am only fifty kilograms. That is not heavy. But maybe I'm too muscular! Should he touch me? Its not very traditional... But still if she wanted that drink, and a place to sit down, then she was going to have to allow him to carry her. A feeling fluttered within her chest. Shame. So this was the feeling of embarrassment? How, ghastly. I do not like this feeling at all. Despite her thinking, and the circumstances, she found herself giggling. Yes... I am going insane...

Amarantha's eyes immediately levelled until she had a fill view of him in her sights. And watched as he made his move, she studied him as he effortlessly lifted her off her own feet. She managed to hold in a squeal of what? Excitement? Embarrassment? But with his arms holding her made her feel treasured as though she was just like every other girl with a male and not the ones who do not ever get the chance to be this close to a man. The feeling of happiness over came the fear and for the first time since this night, she found herself smiling truly. She knew if he saw her face, that she would look like a girl having wicked thoughts, but at that moment she did not care. She could not move, but at least he' so far had not complained about her weight, or hidden strength – if he felt it...

“What may be a curse, Kaeor?” She whispered back questioningly. She had all but forgotten what she had said to him before. And simply snug her form into him, liking the feeling of his firm body against the side of hers. Her head rested against his shoulder, but from here, she did not care if it made her feel feminine. After all to her this was once in a life time, knowing that this would never happen again. No body had ever touched her like this before. On other days she would have never allowed it. But despite his family lines. She knew deep down, beneath all the fear, that she liked him. Then she mumbled. “Cards? I do not understand...” inside her thoughts well yelling at her. Wake up girl! You are sounding like you are in a daze. Focus!. Yet she was not asleep, but very much awake, and now after that thought, alert.

Inside the restaurant, it was warm and very bright. She was taken aback due to the fact that the owner did not greet her like he always did, but then again, she was in the arms of a Konoha shinobi and that was different, a total surprise. But that was when Kaeor said that she was light. Amarantha could not help but of scoff at his compliment. Especially after she thought of all things about her which she thought he would end up saying. Like man you are all muscle, or god woman you are breaking my back. But saying that she was light, it made her blush. Once she was setted down, she could not look up at him. She could imagine what she looked like. A satisfied woman taken from the arms of a good looking man...

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

The directions of the ever moving waves were far more predictable than the swings of Amarantha's mood. To his relief, she didn't try her hand at any belittling tactics and kept herself from carrying out anything inexcusable. And as she sat across from him, his mind rolled over her words and the heat of his skin cooled from its last encounter with her warmth. As the two awaited service, he didn't mind re-jogging her memory about the lofty and vivid conversation that the toyed around with first hand now that she displayed a better mood. "Becoming a bit forgetful Ama?" he teased with a light humor. "I was speaking about my eyes per say. You're not the only one that has freaked out over them." He didn't want to embarrass her so he made the right decision in placing her into the majority of people that reacted "differently". Kaeor's behavior didn't reflect someone who was offended, but strongly intrigued over the ordeal.

"I'm just saying, my eyes haven't been the best thing since sliced bread, but I've made everything work out decently if I can vouch for myself." A small giggle escaped his lips as his focused on Amarantha's company. Just as he dared to ask another question, a waiter swung to the side of the table. After extending a courtesy bow, the man demanded to know their drink of choice to which Kaeor gestured over to Amarantha's position.

"Can't say I know too much about the place so you can order for us both. That is, if you don't mind." Two sets of eyes changed their course to beam at her. For all he knew, the two were here for plum sake but he still felt more comfortable with her ordering since she was more knowledgeable about the establishment.