A blood stained love story (Open RP)

[Aero]

Cross had just left the Yukikage's tower at this point, he entered the harsh cold surroundings once more. He looked around at all the buildings he sought out shelter, but was having quite the hard time finding anything that would allow him to enter. Finally he would spot a small diner like restaurant. He entered through the front door a bell would jingle, he looked around and spotted an empty booth. He would sit down and keep his distance from the windows. He was shivering once more, he decided he should warm up a bit before going back out. He had no clue to when the return of Ichiro would be, he had done his job he might as well relax for awhile.

As Cross sat there, the young boy would shiver and shake here and there. He stared off into the distance, his mind drifted back to the thoughts of the young girl he had met in Thunder. The only one to ever show him any form of compassion. The young Kaguya had seen much hatred that this cold world had to offer. His family dead, his home, non-existent. Friends, he had none, loved ones, if only. Cross had only bonded with Ichiro and Kari, Ichiro took him under his wing, but left him. Now reunited, he was unsure of how long this run would last. Kari, he left her, why? Stupid ambitions that would forever curse him. So there he sat, in the booth of the quiet and peaceful diner. Not to mention warm, he would soon stop shivering, the cold beginning to leave his body.

"Can I help you?" a waitress asked as she approached Cross and his booth. He would look at her no expression on his face, he would shake his head. "Not yet," he would say, his voice young yet cold, she would turn and move on, she didn't want to have to deal with him at the moment. Cross once again by himself, he would just let his thoughts drift for now. He let out a sigh, how did he get himself into this wretched land.

[sasayaki]

[Enter]
Squinting into the dimly lit restaurant, Sasayaki walked in with little interest in anything but a meal. His one exposed eye peered lazily around for an empty seat, resting on one oppositer the pale boy. Unfortunately it was a little crowded. Sasayaki slid his way to the booth, nonchalantly draping his nodachi over one shoulder. One could call it careless, but if you were stupid enough to stand behind someone with a sword that large then chances are you deserve whatever damage you would get.

As Sasayaki reached the pale boy, his eye would quickly assess him. It was just a little obvious this boy wasn't from the area, judging by his discomfort with the temperature. He'd get used to it. Everyone does. Nothing much about this boy seemed interesting, save his foreign appearance. Whatever.

"This seat taken?" Sasayaki would mutter, before sliding into the seat opposite the boy anyway. He guessed the boy was here alone and if he wasn't, well Sasayaki wouldn't be there long anyway.
He waved at the waitress to get her attention and rested his Nodachi in the corner by the wall. The waitress was busy so she'd take a minute. In the meantime, Sasayaki would rest his masked chin on his folded hands and sigh. Much like the boy in front of him, actually.

[Aero]

(OOC: Sorry for the wait.)

Cross noticed the boy had entered his little booth, joining him. He did ask but didn't wait for a response. That was the first annoyance Cross found. He looked over the boy, only showing one eye, a mask covering his mouth. The kid seemed to hide much of his face, and yet he bared such a large sword. Cross grinned at that fact, someone wielding something so large must be strong and powerful. Cross would look the boy over once more before he decided to speak.

"What's your name?" he would ask the boy, Cross may appear young, but in his mind he was sick, hatred filled every word that he spoke. His body was returning to a normal temperature and that was pleasing to Cross, he wasn't sure what he was going to do with this boy but something will spark creativity and that he knew for a fact.

[sasayaki]

"What's your name?"
Sasayaki's eye would dart upward, falling on the boy before him as his eyebrow would raise slightly. So he speaks. Whereas most people would engage conversation with a greeting, maybe a 'hello' or a 'what's up', this kid sort of...skipped step one.
A small, low laugh would escape the young Snow nin, his eyes closing momentarily. One hand absentmindedly ran through Sasayaki's hair out of habit before he spoke. The strange mane would fall right back into place, obscuring his right eye as always.

"Sasayaki." Came a low answer. Simple and honest. Little emotion filled this statement, as there wasn't much to be had really. a slightly awkward silence would follow as the waitress continued to take her sweet time. It would be polite to ask the boy's name as well. Whatever.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Sasayaki ventured. Really, it was more of a statement than a question since he knew the answer anyway. "And your name is?"

The snow nin would lean back in his seat now, crossing his arms over his chest in waiting. He'd cock his head slightly to one side, hoping this boy had something interesting to say. Maybe a story to tell. One can only hope. If not, well too bad. Not much ever really happened in Snow anyway.

Whatever.

[Aero]

His name was Sayasaki, but now he would pry into Cross's life, fair enough for now. Cross would stare at the boy, not blinking very often, he had no expression on his face at this point. He was unsure of how to go about this, Ichiro should be returning soon, and so he will need to hurry things up a little bit. He decided to answer the boy, "Cross," he would state, nothing interesting about the word, his name was just that. Cross still stared at the boy, he kept thinking things that Ichiro had told him before. He knew he would have to be stronger for Ichiro's liking but he wasn't sure how to go about that.

The boy then leaned back acting rather full of himself in Cross's eyes, but for now he needed to keep thinking. "Life," he would say, a small smile on his face now. "is it worth it?" he asked the boy across from him if life was worth it, this no doubt would confuse the boy and give Cross an advantage entirely.

[sasayaki]

Cross. The foreign boy's name was simple enough. Sasayaki hated long-winded, meaningful names anyway. He had to admit this boy was just a little odd, rarely blinking, and very...calculated for someone so young. It could be a sign that Cross was a smart one, or at least a careful one.
"Life...is it worth it?"

Again that single eyebrow would jump, Sasayaki's exposed eye widening in a mix of interest and surprise. Was life ever "worth it"? Unfortunately this was a question Sasayaki frequently dwelled on. Each time he thought about it, a different but equally vague answer came. He was beginning to like this kid, in a weird and morbid sort of way.
The snow nin stared back at Cross just as unblinking, his eyelid lazily half open as it usually remained. In a monotonous and equally lazy tone, Sasayaki would reply:

"It is if you make it."

Sasayaki's attention shifted to the approaching waitress. Finally. Changing his posture to lean on the tabletop with one elbow, Sasayaki would decide to be courteous to the young Cross. A rarity, but hopefully a welcomed one.

"You hungry? My treat."

[Aero]

An answer that he understood but he didn't enjoy hearing it one bit. Cross sat there across from this boy wondering what to do with the situation he was placed in. He then heard an offer of food, sure it had been some time since he ate but to take food from a possible enemy was nothing but idiocy. He would motion his left hand as he spoke "No thank you," his answer would be the key to the next actions he would take. Still curious to the answer the boy had given him.

"What makes it worth it?" he would ask as he kept staring at the boy. Cross knew that this boy could be a key component to what he was to do for Ichiro but for now he would just continue the head games, something he much rather enjoyed doing.

[sasayaki]

"Suit yourself." Sasayaki mumbled, shrugging. He ordered the lunch special for the day and glanced at Cross. He found the boy's staring a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't too big a deal. Staring was common around Sasayaki. You learn to ignore it.
As for Cross's next question, the young snow nin was beginning to get annoyed. Most philosophical thinking on Sasayaki's part was done alone, and usually ended with him sighing and the word, 'whatever'. This kid couldn't have been older than thirteen, digging way too deep into life's meaning for someone his age. At the same time, it showed how smart Cross was, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. Sasayaki wouldn't even have bothered answering another random dumb kid.

"That's the point." He replied simply, closing his eyes and leaning back in the seat again. "It's your job to figure that out for yourself."
Honest and just a little vague, like most philosophy. But Sasayaki was right. There's never a tell-all answer to this sort of thing. It's different for everyone. Hopefully Cross would get that and not think Sasayaki was just trying to dodge the question. He seemed smart enough to understand. Cross's reaction to this reply would help Sasayaki figure out if he actually liked this kid or hated him.

[Aero]

The choice of a philosopher it annoyed Cross quite a bit. This kid was thinking out everything attempting to avoid Cross's head game. He would let a sigh of distaste towards the answer. An obvious remark it would be that Sayasaki should have caught it. "Not a soul in this world can chose their own fate, no matter the choices you make it was all decided before you knew that option would even become available," his tone stayed even, no change what so ever in the sound of his voice. Still staring blankly at the boy before him, Cross pawndered on possible actions that involve the kid's very life.

"No matter the situation, no matter the person, no-one controls their destiny, for Fate is what binds you to this life," he would add to his statement. Cross believed that to be a fact, that only fate and destiny could tell him how to act, so Cross would now see how the boy would respond to the option placed on the table. Cross hoped to have a little fun in this forsaken wasteland before leaving it.

[sasayaki]

Again that single eyebrow would raise, only slightly this time. Not at all what Sasayaki was expecting. Then again, he wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting in the first place. No reply came to mind. This boy...Cross's ideology was one Sasayaki couldn't relate to at all. Being somewhat of a rebel by nature, the prospect of 'fate', that every action was predestined, just seemed...outdated. Something for religious types and the superstitious. But there would be no convincing Cross. Sasayaki hadn't the will or the want to try and change anyone's beliefs. It wasn't his place anyway. Whatever.

"That so?" He'd reply simply, rubbing his hands together as the waitress arrived with his food. The steaming meal took his attention away from Cross momentarily. He nodded a silent thanks to the waitress before shifting focus back to the boy in front of him.
A feeling that Sasayaki had initially ignored started to worsen. There was something about this kid. Cross, though obviously smart, just didn't seem quite right. His demeanor...stiff, cold, cautious...but very alert. It was the kind of thing you see from much older people, usually battle-hardened or traumatized. It didn't suit someone so young. Unnerving.

Sasayaki stared at the boy plainly, seemingly uninterested. He reached up suddenly to slowly pull down his mask, exposing his lower face. No smile sat on Sasayaki's rarely exposed lips. His expression remained as plain and even as Cross's.
After a moment his gaze would shift down to the steaming plate, as Sasayaki would take the first bite gingerly. Not bad. After chewing and swallowing the much welcomed bit of food, Sasayaki would speak once more.

"Sure you're not hungry?" He'd ask, almost laboriously. A change from the current subject, but probably a needed one. He found Cross' deep philosophical questioning tedious and slightly disturbing, considering the circumstances. He kept eating, slowly, keeping his gaze alertly lingering on Cross.

[Aero]

The boy avoided confrontation once more with his choice in words. Every time an option he had not foreseen to be taken. He would let out a sigh as he slid out from behind the booth. The young boy had grown bored and was going to seek out better options before he left the Land of Snow. He stood up near the table and would smile and nod.

"No thanks," he said at first, "Enjoy your food, I have somewhere I need to be, so we'll continue this another time?" he asked. But the question was more of a rhetorical one. The boy would stretch and yawn and then begin to make his way out of the small quaint diner. He had things he wanted to do, and wasting his time here was no longer an option of interest to him.

[Exits]

[sasayaki]

"Sure." Sasayaki replied simply between bites, giving a short gesture akin to a wave goodbye. He watched the boy leave before turning back to his plate to enjoy his meal. The strange kid didn't stay in Sasayaki's mind for long. And within minutes he had finished his plate. Satisfied, Sasayaki left the money on the table with a small tip, and left.

[Exit]