Music Exploitation

[ミューӟ]

The theater was one of excellence to all and held the best concerts in all of the Land of Sound and those who went there would always end up getting their name known for some song they play. Having bands play several genres along with soloists for the melodic persons who come. All of it was seen and heard here at the Star's theater where one and all can become stars.

Or at least that is what was said prior to Katniss coming into the picture of things. She was a sound ninja and had worn her head band proudly but also held onto a small flute known by ninja as the meteki but to the public it was just a flute. Frankly she couldn't even use it to endanger anyone as of yet anyways as she was only a minor temperament to using it but the competition to get into the theater's auditions was grueling.

She entered in and upon noticing her forehead she imediately was searched for any and all weapons upon entering the audition hall. She shrugged the small scuffle because it was no where near as humiliating as her past in the land of wind. This search would prove pointless anyways as she was found with only her flute and her clothing on her back. She bowed to the judges and began to play her two hour solo.

She was cut off by sobs by the fifteen minute mark as she was pleased with the outcome. Already given a backstage pass she was shuffled in towards the placements as she would be performing the two hour piece of hers during the seven o'clock showing. It would indeed be something of her own unique skill and thankfully the seven o'clock showing was known as the emotional music shift anyways.

Clothed in a greenish blue tunic with silken leggings her wear was that of an Egyptian to where no movement would be hindered by the walk while she had no sleeves her pants were full leg length. Now with a smile on her face she would be walking through the town with the pass around her neck and the flute on her hip in its own custom holster. Her hair messy though in its pinkish state with a feathered braid along the side of her left cheek.

[roko]

The road leading to the show was one filled to almost uncanny numbers: crowds of eccentric people and cloths, so alien in nature to him that he truly felt out of place, littered every passable area of the dirt road, making traveling highly uncomfortable and inconvenient-- it was ironic seeing how he was seeking a realm of placidity, but its pre-coursor was destined to only annoy him more. He sighed heavily and simply pushed on forward, towering all on the road and slowly pushing his way through the road, his enormous bulk easing the separation of such a sea of life for him.

Eventually he would reach the building, his light olive clothing and sanguine scarf intact, his boots and enormous gauntlets free of smears and scuffs, and his katana still in its leather sheath at his side, idly waiting for a moment to spring into battle. He entered the building, but the very moment he did he had no regrets: a soothing lull perfumed the air about his ears and blanketed his stalwart frame; a melody so sweet and crisp that it told onto him a tale of equal sadness--pain and sorrow that he himself had felt and witnessed over his many years of unruly and regrettable combat. The song purged his being of his anger and guilt, the smooth and kindred progressions siphoned the severity of his sins from it; it was a rain which washed away his curse.

He'd find the musician.

It was now his top priority, on his life, to meet the composer of such a tune. He'd follow by eye and ear, peering through a small glass door to catch a glimpse of an artist: a girl; she was going backstage. He was unfamiliar with the structure of the building, of the myriad of nooks and crannies, of the plethora of lengthy corridors and the shadows that accounted for the mass majority of their lighting. He knocked on various doors only to find a bathroom and a kitchen. He wasn't done searching though: he would not cease his search, he had been enchanted by the mistress wielding such an instrument as if she were a maestro of her art, as was he with his.

Maybe she wasn't here? She had left the stage, the last time he caught sight of her, and now she was like any individual roaming the streets, just another being in a sea of mundane individuals. Although, among them all, she was golden. He left the building in the manner he entered: slyly. Her pink hair was what he was to search for, its still a tad unkempt, a severe contrast to her clean array of notes.

Where were you, mystery girl?

[ミューӟ]

Looking about for a place to eat was always difficult. It presented the challenge to which she herself always found dear and near yet when traversing to the said place she would come across a spot of such exquisite taste that she had to go. It was a fish restaurant but one she had never eaten before. Excelling in the art of sushi was something uncommon to her as she had never tasted, much less heard of, such a delicious meal before. The sweet smells of sugars and sake filled her nose as the bar part of the building was relatively filled this early in the day.

She had entered in and ordered a medium amount, mostly weighted at four pounds, of sushi as she would pop her neck and also ask for a bottle of sake to go with it. "You are under-aged though ma'am. We can not--" The waitress was cut off as Katniss would say, "Isn't it odd that I would order four pounds of sushi for just me? I'm hosting a small party with just me and a friend and that friend is by far old enough to be called my father. He is the one who will be drinking the sake while eating with me."

It was a lie but so naturally hidden that the waitress took it for a truth. The truth however was that this was the anniversary of her own self killing the fetus put inside her due to a rape. She had no other reason but that to drink sake and eat this kind of food before her performance. She was grateful though because her playing skills wouldn't be hindered by drinking any of this and yet she would already lean her head back and sigh.

The waitress would pass through the long halls of the restaurant as to get to the kitchen as she would relay the order, "Order 66: 4 pounds of sushi and one bottle of sake. And better make that sake a Viper Sake brand." The waitress was doing something for that pink haired girl yet surely it did seem that the girl was not joined by anyone yet and no one was asking about the girl yet the waitress would stand up to the front of the restaurant waiting for someone to appear.

The building was a quarter mile away from the auditorium to which she would be playing and naturally Katniss would be there in good enough time to horde off the need to get there. She would placidly sink into her restful sleep while thinking of the concert and what it would mean to her to actually have not killed her parents and had instead kept that small town alive. What all it would have meant to her future and past if she did that one thing. To not take revenge and kill off all of them...

[roko]

He paced through the various roads and streets with such a speed that if were to collide with any other being they'd be thrown to the ground with unparalleled ease by his enormous bulk. His visage was stale, lackluster even, as he prowled the corners around the major buildings, peered through the various windows of all local eateries, and intruded on all small groups only to look each individual sternly in the face before he would make his leave. In his life, he had never wanted something more than he did unstoppable power, but this had been the only exception. the music she played reminded him of the minor shred of humanity that still existed in him. Prior to becoming the gargantuan being he lock away emotions, suffocated his morals, so long ago to merely surpass his mortal boundaries and achieve something too great for mere man to possess, something so atrocious that the mundane would cower to the thought: strength to alter the course of the world as it had been.

Finally, he was at a break when he caught sight of her in a bar, her pink hair a sure indicator of her existence, all by her lonesome. He made his way to her, moving swiftly but cautiously slowing down as to not stir commotion. He would eventually make his way to her, stopping short of the table. Honey optics fell upon her lithe frame as to begin examination of the creature before him: a tunic of teal shielded her thorax from the wandering eyes of all male shinobi, tights that looked soft to the touch--like feathers--tautly hugged the muscles and flesh of her leg; on her hip though, where his eyes fell to when he finally took noticed, was the casing of a mysteriously shaped tool.

"May I take a seat?"

He spoke just above a whisper, his optics not moving from the spot of her hip as he simply watched the item, almost affectionately. There was a feint smell in the air, a combination of sweets and what smelled like raw-fis-- that sweet smell was something entirely different: sake. Momochi had never been a heavy drinker, or a drinker at all due to the inability to properly hold his liquor at all without reverting to some sort of wild loon. He'd have to be careful.

"Please, let me take a seat."

He simply spoke again. His affection was slowly beginning to turn to a desire... what was becoming of the fastest man in Konoha?

[ミューӟ]

The waitress arrived once more and on que too as Katniss awoke with a startled face as she saw the man asking to sit. The waitress would smile and say, "Here is your four pounds of sushi and a bottle of viper sake on the house for your party." The waitress would eye the man and with a calm smile she headed away. This waitress would obviously try to refrain from flirting with the supposed daughter around but one thing struck her odd and that was the two were nothing alike.

However now Katniss looked up at the person whom she would claim to be her father while in the restaurant as she would say, "Yes you may. I ordered sake and enough sushi as well if you like stranger." She said it formally and used formal words for all that she said even if there was eaves dropping the formality would usher in no complaint or deceit as she would already put four to eight sushi rolls on her plate as well as fill two cups with sake. Looking up at this man she would then stop the formality of her speech when she was sure no one was eavesdropping.

Katniss noted this man's eyes on her flute as she would take it off her belt and out of its holster as she set the Miteki Flute onto the table to the side of the sushi where she would eat some of the spicier sushi with silent prayers. She had table manners to say the least but that staring at her hip was starting to irk her. So she had taken it upon herself to take the flute and put it on the table as she would say, "I've got a concert tonight if you wish to here me play there." She didn't know what it was about this guy but she tried to note all she could about him as her memory was slighted, "And if I may, where are you from?"