days in the east

[Celaena Kamyuja]

The Kamyuja was puzzled. Puzzled with her own self behavior. She could understand her reason from leaping away from Kaeor when he announced his identity, but why Adelpha would not take control was the worry. She would normally answer the call and then virtually become the next spawn of Satan, but instead she remained silent. Tucked in the folds of her inner soul simply watching. And Amarantha knew that her second personality was aware, she could feel it. The bonds growing so strongly that that was also becoming a worry. But why her behavior was changing was the question that needed to be examined. But she could not do that now, she had a Konoha shinobi with her, and one that she does not want to go.

She was seated now, but loved to be in his arms a little longer. She felt different. Warm. It was pathetic, but the feeling was there. And she had to face the truth. He was a Uchiha, or claimed to be one, and that she liked him. And that was the most funniest thing ever to come across the Kamyuja who cared for no one but herself. This guy must have a jutsu going. That was all she could think of. And that must be it, his sense of humour. That or he was a tease around women. But naturally, she tried to play alone, not knowing what humor category she falls into. “Ama? Oh what on Earth did you get that name from? And yes. I was side tracked. And that rarely happens but I have no idea what we were talking about. How silly of me.”

Somehow she got her movements back again and she leaned forward and rested on her right elbow. With her chin sturdy within the cup of her palm, she studied the Uchiha calmly. Looking at his eyes to some extent but quickly when she felt uncomfortable, looked away, only to look back at them again. They didn't look dangerous. And if she had to say so herself, they were his best feature. Dangerous. Sharp. Sexy The eyes held appeal to a lot of things that make her uneasy around him. But why do I like them? They are so much like my own, yet not the same. Power holders. His rule whereas mime show my emotions... She just realized that she was staring into them for far too long and had to look away.

“Oh yes, your eyes. How could I have forgotten. Powerful eyes that see everything. They make you intimidating. It must be a trait of yours. The last Uchiha that I met had astonishing eyes. And they overwhelmed me. He told me that it was all thanks to me that I helped him progressed hatred. And it was that night that he tried to kill me.” And so much for humor. She had no idea why she was talking so much now. Not when she got the reputation for being the silent one. Yet, here she was, talking. To an Uchiha, and a stranger at that. Yet every time she spoke about her past, it felt as though a pressure was taken off her shoulders. But she did not know if she should be telling these things, especially to a Uchiha at that. But then her lips were moving again.

“Others have freaked out over your, eyes?” But the more she thought about it, of cause they would. Those eyes are dangerous. She must be more bewildered than she took credited for. Her head had tilted as he spoke. The wheels within her mind working over his metaphor. And then she smiled. “What knowledge level are you in with your clan, Kaeor? Are you advance in the art of Sharingan? Or a freshman in your learnings?” She popped her head onto her hand and stared slyly at the male opposite her. Such a straight forward question which she hopes she could gain knowledge in. If he answered her question, it might help her discover what type of personality he held hidden beneath the skin. And also, weather he was a threat or a friend.

Meanwhile, it was then did the waiter approach. Kaeor had kindly offered Amarantha to take the floor, which she took kindly as a way of him saying, 'ladies first. It probably wasn't the reason, but the Kamyuja doesn't read minds. And then he told her so and she nodded sweetly before turning her full attention upon the waiter. “Good evening Angelface. Could we have a medium plum sake please?”
As she asked she turned her attention onto Kaeor before asking. “Are you hungry? Their cuisine is amazing. I am fond of their Osechi-ryōri meals. And though it is not New Year, here, they do the meal to those who ask for it. That and sushi.” She turned her head and addressed the waiter. “May I have Chirashizushi please?” As he marked down her order, did she turn her attention onto Kaeor. “My treat, Kaeor for carrying me inside...” And with that she smiled kindly at the male, wondering what move he would make next...

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

ooc; excuse the wait

ic; Ignorant to the other half of his company that dwelt within, Kaeor nonchalantly enjoyed the moment of tranquility. And Amarantha's mood extended to the point where she invited him to do more than just drink, but to dine with her. With the flurry of activities and circumstances, he couldn't recall if he informed her that he planned to depart after their little soirée. But he wasn't one to rain on the parade of others and as she lifted the ante to a full course meal, it left Kaeor without many options but to oblige. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to eat as well. I'll need something in my stomach anyways if I'm gonna be drinking more." A smirk became the highlight of his facial expression, signifying that he would be taking her up on her offer. He wasn't typical a diner at places of class due to his preference for quicker meals. Albeit, every reputable place often carried his dish of choice - sushi. Choosing not to deviate, he relayed his choice of cuisine to the waiter, internally hoping that Amarantha wouldn't hold his simpleness against him. The waiter shuffled off to the side to tell the kitchen of the order and the two were left to the limited privacy of their table.

He hadn't forgotten the slew of things that she touched before the waiter invaded them. And with the freedom to explore his options, he pursued her questions regarding his eyes. "You're right. It's almost as if my eyes were a symbol of damnation." he honestly exclaimed. "It's like that thing in religious books you know. The Mark of Cain or something like that. It's almost as if I was some walking abomination that attracted the glare of everyone." For him to joke about someone of his appearance being an abomination was harsh, but he knew it made for a well placed figurative thought. "I'm not exactly sure about my hierarchy in the Uchiha. I never really attended any formal classes, and a lot of things I know are pretty much self-taught. But I did have a man, my sensei, help me out a lot but he didn't have a sharingan." It was rare when he brought up that he was a disciple of Ichijin Hyuuga. To Amarantha, the name had little meaning, but to a human relic of Konoha they would've known how invaluable his teachings were. Not to mention that the god eyed man had his own accolades to separate him from the pack. "However, the scars of life tell me that I'm pretty skilled in the use of my eye. Not to place myself on a pedestal or the sort, but I'd at least like to believe that I'm a top contender when it comes to ranking myself." he stated.

"And you said you were in a bit of a tiff with an Uchiha?" He brought up the accusation slowly even though it was already confirmed by her. Passively, he understood what she meant by the Uchiha's crazed claim of progressing his hatred. The sharingan wasn't an ideal doujutsu for those that entertained peace. And from the writing in the halls of his clan, their history was molded in the empowerment of embracing negative emotions. "Is it safe for me to assume that by you sitting right here, that the Uchiha's greed got the best of him?" It seemed like the only possible solution unless the clansmen escaped. Going off Amarantha's burst of fits, she didn't seem to be a target that was easily offed. In terms of conversation and everyday life, he saw her fits as a vice. But in the midst of combat, such a vice could easily transition to a prized virtue.

"Well Ama?"

[Celaena Kamyuja]

So this is what a Uchiha' like. . .
Keen brilliant green eyes, cloaked in a mist of his own making, Amarantha surveyed an imposing male from across the table. Success unknown for she might have asked him for dinner, but also at the cost of her embarrassing behavior. Still she could not get over her actions for they were unfamiliar and somewhat erroneous. Maybe her life was turning to shit. Another reason why she asked him to dinner. If her life was turning grey then she wanted his face to be the guide lines to that dreadful place of... shit.

After all, for an Uchiha, he was good looking and if need be, she would fantasize over him to make things better. But that was not what she thought now. Until dinner arrives, she thought interrogation was needed. Even though she didn't know how to do it politely as violence was her nature, she was keen on trying for his well-being. But before she got the chance to start, his reply to her statement was answered. Not that it mattered it made her think twice before she too replied.

“Abomination, it might be, but in life it is sometimes a blessing to have such... power. The Uchiha is not the only threatening clan these days. Others have been found and marked as something to be thinking about. Like the secret of the Byakugan. So many questions and that unique Taijutsu ability. I would not want to be facing one with so much mystery behind them. But if you think that your eyes are a symbol of damnation, then I would hate to know your thoughts over what you think of my eyes if they were to suddenly change. You know, if they could change... I like my eyes. They make certain people aware.”

The proud tone in her voice was the only sound to come from their table. Apart from the sudden heart beat when she almost told him about her own unique blood type. But hopefully he did not pick up on anything, she was here to ask the questions, and not to allow them to slip from her. It would be unnerving if he were to find out something and tell his country. But then she nodded in agreement and understanding.

“I understand you completely. I'm a self taught, ah, student also. I do not have any friends who could withstand my, talents, and live to tell the tale. Even my late friend only suspect of me being special, and I did not have the chance to tell her my genes. Though I expect she knew. Its not like I can help it when I get wild up. It goes bad one way or the other. My Sensai is another story. That malicious woman is forever out of my life, the only thing she taught me was heartbreak. And that is good to know. That I am not sitting with an woundable worm. Right now everything is going on smoothly. No bumps or blood yet. So I am pleased with myself.”

As she stated, she gathered one sort of knowledge he seemed not to care about. That he was comfortable with his talent levels within his clan. It made her realize that his eyes might be more advance that she first thought. At once she thought: How many tomoe rings does he have. Two or three? But how could she ask? She did not want to see them, for if she did she did not know what her reactions would be like. Did she really want to know?

“Never mind that, Kaeor. We can not choose our power source. It was chosen for us. You, the Uchiha, me? Well if you saw me in a mood, would that tell you my genes? Or would you think me mentally unstable. And if you think me mentally unstable; do not worry, that would not hurt my feelings...”

She smiled slightly before looking up. Where was her dinner? Her drink? Their service was poor tonight. So unlike them. As Kaeor spoke, she thought over his question deeply.
“Greed got the best of him? By what ways do you mean?”
Then suddenly she would growl. “WAITER! HEY WAITER! WHERE IS MY DRINK?!” The growl served herself into a mental break down of something slowly turning from contentment, or moodily pissed off. Ruse or not, do they want to get paid or not?!

Gonna have to end this soon, Kaeor. Me want Jounin xD

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

If anything, the tipsy shinobi's reaction to Amarantha's wild outburst was of utter surprise. He bit his tongue in order to restrain his laughter, the savory boom of her voice lifting from left field. Startled by her vocal strength, the waiter visibly increased the pace of his efforts and bolted through the double kitchen doors. The only course of action Kaeor imagined was the waiter expediting their drinks. Once all was silent again, Kaeor routinely set a layer of ease over her piercing words. "I didn't know you were such an alcohol enthusiast. I take it your a long term member of Kumogaure's AA community?" Cheekily, he verbally prodded her and leaped out of harms way. It was his sincerest hopes that she fathomed his cruel joke. But he didn't give her an opportunity to immediately quip back at him and resumed their conversation.

"A mood?"", he frankly recalled, unsure of what she directly meant. "Are you speaking on the way you acted earlier or insinuating something else?" The shinobi's interest piqued in the mystery of her personality. The term mentally instability carried a heavy negative condemnation and he didn't dare resonate with her. Possessing the sharingan, Kaeor had judged others a plethora of times and imbued his own will into them. Unfortunately, he was a bit short sighted in this department on account of his own apathetic condition. It would've been dull of him to rely on his powers anyways. "I don't know. But if I had to guess, I think this mental stability you touched on earlier, works kind of like a weapon for you. Like it's apart of your style, you know?" There definitely had to be something more to it beyond a traumatic past.

"And you don't know about greed and the Uchiha?" He thought he was vague enough to hint that maybe she had killed the Uchiha but it seemed his words weren't of proper dosage for her to intake. The tale that blood had to be spilled to advance their power wasn't something he wanted to go into detail with over dinner. And just as he searched for a way out of, the frantic waiter appeared and set the duo of plum drinks on the table. And at his rear the food followed, clearly skipping ahead of other orders by the demand of Amarantha's verbal authority.

"You must own this place or something. They bend to you like stray dogs in the frost of winter."


ooc: i'll end it rlly soon then.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Stay sane, act normal, she chants to herself as she bites down a speech of ripe growls of such impatience. Her eyes lifted and stared brightly into Kaeor's in a way of apologizing without saying a word. She was not herself tonight, and this was not acceptable. She could not help but to wonder what he thinks of her. She knows she's not like other women. They are timid, well spoken people, not mentally insane women who wield god like strength and the wrath of any vampire – if such creature exist. Vampire... Her thoughts whispered deeply to her. Just like her poem that she was thinking of before hand. Stay sane . . . need to dull the rage. Until the endtime... Even with the poor service being calm was hard.

In the space of a heartbeat, Kaeor speaks, and for a moment, she did not know weather to feel insulted or embarrassed. But then he plays cheerfully by leaping away from what? Harm's way? Amarantha felt a smile growing but forced it to not show.
“Alcohol enthusiast? Kaeor?! I have no compulsion toward alcohol. I am no such a fan toward the drink, but it sure as hell beats water all the time. Enthusiast in alcohol, I do not know. And as for Kumogakure's Alcoholics Anonymous community as you put it; Ha ha. I did not picture you a smarty pants Mr Kaeor. You have surprised me yet again...” No way in hell am I a member of AA community. Do not know if it exists...

Her fingers has somehow made a pattern on the wooden table, a continuous loop of rings as she tries to ignore her bubbling emotions. Such raw feelings have made her edgy and as she thought about that, it made her wonder if that was the whole reason behind her 'behaviour problem'. But then as he mentioned mood, as if remembering her question to him before hand, her fingers stopped their lazy loop. Her eyes studied him hard, her chest starting to pump harder. But then she felt her body relax. Even if it was only momentarily before it started up again. She thought she confused him, but then he asked a question within a question of her own. How was she going to reply to that. Her top teeth nibbled away at her bottom lip before she answered softly.

“I was meaning by the way I acted earlier. Are you telling me that I am the only female who acts like this? Moodily. I doubt that Kaeor. You, handsome, strong. Girls these days seek men like you for security. The need to feel cared for. I am not saying because of your blood trait that all women should leap away in fear. I am simply saying. Do you find my moods strange?”
She stared at him blankly for a moment before looking away, clearly upset. If he did not understand her, then who would? The Kamyuja was clearly a wreck and as she tried to hide her new emotions, she found it hard now in the presence of a male who she has had the longest time spent with since her childhood years. Time really means everything.

But then a bitter laugh caught her by surprise. And she stared back at him with pure interest.
“Your observation skills are sharp. Your eyes are your weapons, my mental state is a halfway point of mine. Clever. But I would expect nothing less from one such as you. I even now feel as though you are not a genin as I first thought you to be. Too skilled for that. But it was only a feeling. You can correct me if I am wrong.”
She smiled slyly for a moment before she thought deeply once more.
“No I do not understand you by what you mean by greed of the Uchiha. Why? Are you greedy? It your whole clan run by greed for power?”
What a weird question, and she had a feeling as though that was not the meaning behind the greed. But to her it made sense. For Amarantha knows a lot of power hungry people out there; she's one of them.

And then finally, the waiter arrived with her order. She was clearly disgusted with his shaken up appearance and her eyes rolled heaven ward in a way of saying. Pathetic. As Kaeor said that she must own this place, she stared blankly up at 'Angelface' before staring over at Kaeor.
“What an amusing statement, like stray dogs in the frost of winter; No I do not own this place. They answer my beck and call simply because they fear me. Ain't I right, Angelface.”
She asked bitterly, blankly glaring at the waiter. And then with a flick of her hand she basically growled.
“Shoo. Leave until I have need of you...”

And then staring acutely at Kaeor, she then whispered in a harsh voice.
“Want to know more about me now, Kaeor?”

[✗ Kaeor ✗]

To judge her openly would only be to condemn himself. He never had a knack for putting a foot in his mouth, and despite Amarantha's ruthless charm, he wasn't any more charmed of the habit now. Albeit his earlier decisive thoughts were firm, the Uchiha pensively studied her as if to weigh his options. Lying was a forte, but that didn't mean it called for every situation. She surprised him in her revelation that she didn't know exactly about the bloodshed that tainted the Uchiha's past. Nonetheless, Kaeor decided it was best to honest and open with her. About everything, per say. Her moods, the security he offered, and even the truth about his clan that had been drenched in a somber crimson for just way too damn long. "I hope you don't take lightly the weight of the subjects I'm about to discuss with you." he warned, centering his emerald hues directly on Amarantha's own. He didn't know how trustworthy Amarantha was, but in his moment of weakness via alcohol, he didn't really care that they had simply just met.

"Your moods are something that I'v-"

As swiftly as he started, he ceased at the senses of impeding trouble barreling down on the establishment. The robes of other ninja poured into the place, taking their position directly near the table as the lead ninja fixated his eyes on Amarantha's figure, ignoring Kaeor's company.

"Amarantha of Kumogakure. The council requests you immediately."

Surprised, Kaeor only hoped that his company didn't bring any trouble to the woman. And with the single gesture of raising his ivory glass, he gently pushed for Amarantha to head off to her village's needs.

"Rain check in the near future if you don't forget about me?"

ooc; hopes this transitions you well. if not pm me and i'll change it.

[Celaena Kamyuja]

Exit until farther notice. RP again soon Kae!!