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"A surprise awaits.
Surely to kill the prey.
The prey steadies."

Storm grows one step closer to the base, his heart heavy with anticipation. He had been to this place before. He recollected the humid air, so hot it could burn paper, the molten lava spreading across the ground; he remembered the ominous effect of the area, the piles of human and animal bones mixed together, the re-vibrating wavelength of women, men and children screams for help and their deities.

He also remembered death that walked along the grounds of these lands, still picking up a once vibrate and life-filled soul. He remembered seeing it once, in its black cloak, scythe hanging over its shoulders, its bony facial structure and its two black orbs for eyes staring at him. It looked Storms way, and seemed to smile at him.

Storms experience with the volcano land was terrifying, a true test of will and moxy. Not to many could stand in the barrens of this land for long, and those that did where considered the agents of death, the Ouraboros.

Storm moved into what was a dark cave, steadily watching his perimeters. The residents of this cave were thieves, murderers, or other kinds of criminals with natural harming intent. Storm could run into them, one that was unfriendly in nature, and be killed by what ever power they possessed. There was also the possibility of their enemies showing and trapping storm within their quarrel. If he did not want to die young, with his goal still un-achieved, he would need to take caution.

With every step he took, he became more shrouded in darkness. The caves shrunk closer to his body, making the sound waves from the steps of his feet even louder. If Storm wanted to stay undetected, he would need to keep his foot steps light and soundless, which he did. It required both skill and knowledge to tread caves such as the one he was in with barely a click in his steps, skill and knowledge that he acquired through experience and years of being an assassin.

He learned to stay low, take slow steps, and breath normally. Never let his heart rate explode; for if he did, he would lose the surprise in which he tried to attain. As he reached the near end of the inside entrance to the cave, he lessened his guard a little. The inside was as ominous as the out, the large statue being the cause of his uneasiness.

Storm took a pause to marvel at the structure of the stone piece, the rising hands, the cuffs that connected the two erect hand statues together and the rings applied to the many fingers. It looked like real human fingers, and the rings looked the same as those worn by the Ouraboros members. Storm spent a small second looking for his ring symbol among the others. Finding it quickly, storm climbed along the arm of the statue, the hand, then the fingertips until he stood on top of his pedestal.

"Not so bad once gotten use to," Storm thought to himself as he familiarized the Ouraboros base inside his mind. Once done, Storm sat on the fingertip and closed his eyes. It had been a long time since his last rest, and he just couldn't keep himself awake in a dark setting such as the Ouraboros cave.  

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The woman stood shrouded by her garbs, completely hidden in a dark tan robe that hid her face and covered her entire body. The color of the garb was purposefully the same hue of the ground around her; the last thing this woman wanted was someone to notice her movements in the abandoned village's volcanic ruins. She was not quite yet within the ruins of the village, but close enough to be considered "in" the village... and that was enough reason to catch anyone's attention and spark their curiosity enough to following her. Of course that would be the last thing they ever did, following such a shady person into the ruins of an abandoned village: Sheffield was a master of shadows and assassination, but that still didn't mean she could or would be careless enough to allow someone to notice her.

One could never predict the full outcome of events and she preferred to meddle in affairs directly, she pulled the strings from the shadows and avoided direct contact as much as possible. The more outer-influence was involved in delicate matters, only made things more difficult later on. Fortunately, it appeared that Sheffield had not been followed- nor had anyone taken notice of her... or even be around the area for that matter. It was a desolate place, mostly just an old volcano on the top layer of the village: the real village was protected beneath the volcano's near-impenetrable surface and magma. Sheffield had just arrived at one of the secret entrances to the Ouroboros base, she still had a long way to travel in the darkness' tunnels that could easily get someone lost if they did not already memorize all the necessary turns.

The Ouroboros was a shady organization, comprised of members willing to kill each other if their missions were orchestrated that way from their mysterious leader. Sheffield had never met him personally, but he relied on her jutsu sometimes to relay information to members within the organization. Sheffield had never seen any of the other member's face to face: she had recently been very occupied hunting down an ex-ouroboros member and was only now returning after assassinating her target. It had been a delicate mission; she had been tasked to eliminate an ouroboros member that suddenly disappeared and lost contact with their organization. Being that the shinobi possessed valuable information, Sheffield had been dispatched to gather the necessary information from the target to ensure their identities, position and goals hadn't been compromised.

They were not compromised though, the now deceased ex-ouroboros member had been prudent enough to not divulge such information to anyone; the ex-membes' death would have been more slow and agonizingly painful if they had indeed said anything. Still, that person had been a rat; a rat who had lied and betrayed everything they knew- being a selfish and prideful shinobi who only thought of themselves rather than any greater cause or others. They had deserved the death they got, albeit the death had been painful in itself, Sheffield had ensured that. An Ouroboros member assassinating another Ouroboros member was not something light-hearted, especially from the rest of the Ouroboros member's perspectives. If Sheffield had been dispatched to assassinate one of them... who was to say that she wouldn't be sent at a later date to dispose of them as well?

Being as such, only one or two people knew of the deed itself; Sheffield was not a gleeful person, nor boastful. She only told what information was necessary and left the mind to imagine the rest- it was her favorite thing to do. She would feed friends and allies alike, tidbits of information and see how they reacted or deduced the rest of such scenarios. It was vital to her, to understand how they thought- once fully understanding their justifications, motivations and fears; it was so much easier to influence them and manipulate them to her own greater goals. Friend or foe alike, all were useful and sometimes useless tools to her.

Sheffield closed the secret hatch to the tunnels behind her and remained motionless in the damp darkness for about half an hour while she listened and waited to ensure her entry had proven successfully a secret. If the hatch had opened, she could have slew the invader in the blink of an eye and they would be dead before their eyes could become accustomed to the darkness to realize an assassin was waiting for them. No one was there though, so Sheffield proceeded with the second step to her entry into the compound- before going further, she cast a simple Genjutsu by closing her eyes and concentrating lightly.

Her focus was so great, that she could cast a specific target Genjutsu and induce herself into a dream-like state. Her body remained perfectly still, her breathing shallow and her heartbeat controlled so that her position wouldn't be given away in the shadows; her cloak still covering her whole body and blending into the rock walls. She reached out and connected with one individual already within the organization's base; the target was within the meeting room, resting upon the finger of the statue that was designated as their position. The left ring finger, Sheffield smiled to herself in her mind's eye as she reached out. Luck was on her side as she did not have to induce the Ouroboros member into a daydream, because the target was already sleeping.

His dream was jumbled and a bit chaotic, though a heavy portion of it was subtly influenced by his past with the Uchiha clan. Sheffield materialized within his dream and shifted the scenery to that of the cave itself inside his dream. From the shadows would Sheffield appear, standing atop the left little finger and flickering in shadows of the void. The darkness was unnaturally thick, licking the air around her form and only revealing her eyes to the Uchiha as he would notice her. A cold voice echoed inside his dream as she looked at him through deadly eyes, Hello, Uchiha... Tell me, do you have knowledge of anyone else within the base right now? I am on my ay back inside and wish not to be seen unnecessarily.

She spoke truthfully with him in his dream, knowing full well that he would be urged to speak truthfully with her while she invaded his dream. She didn't fear letting his know that she was there, he was asleep and would likely remain asleep for a bit. The fatigue on his mind was apparent... maybe he hadn't slept for days? That was to her advantage, likely he would continue to sleep after their conversation would end, not fully realizing their first "meeting" was more than a dream itself. Thank you Uchiha, I will see you soon. She would finish her connection to his dream and fade into shadows, her eyes being the last thing he would witness inside his dream.

Sheffield would open her eyes after she severed the Genjutsu's connected, her eyes showed a soft kindness as she let her eyes adjust again to the darkness and she began her trek through the tunnels. She traveled at a measured gait, slow and silent with her footsteps and body movements- very little if any sound could be heard from the skilled assassin as she finally reached the main hideout. In the main room, stoop the upper torso of the crude statue, where the Uchiha remained stationary. Sheffield scaled the left little finger silently and then appeared from the shadows just like in her dream, letting herself be known to the Uchiha, possibly waking him up if he were asleep. Though she seriously doubted such a skilled Uchiha such as this would let such a shinobi with as much killing intent as hers, to sneak up on him.

Her slate blue Ouroboros ring glimmered softly in the darkness of the room, barely lit by torches in a ghostly manner. I am here, Uchiha. she said simply, letting the man know she was actually and it was not a dream this time. The eyes she looked at him through were not deadly like in her dream, not was her voice cold, but cheerful and light-hearted. A grin that was not her own was upon her lips as she thought of the trick she was pulling on this Uchiha. Still shrouded in her robe, he would not be able to see anything but her hands which bore her signet and her eyes.

In truth, Sheffield was wearing a mask beneath the robe; she would remove the dark brown robe then in one swift motion and fold it up tightly and rolling it up, then sealing it into a small scroll for compact travel. She wore a bit of a slutty leather skin-tight suit with her ample bosom barely being contained by the tight leather and her ninja tools stacked on her hips in an unusual manner. Light green eyes and short orange hair signified her appearance, though this was her mask- the face of her now deceased target. Once she had gotten a greeting out of him, where hopefully he would properly introduce himself- she would wave her hand across her face.

She would grab her face just behind the right ear and pull on it suddenly, peeling the skin off and revealing another face jusu beneath. This face was more beautiful and possessed light brown eyes and long silk golden hair that fell down to her shoulders. She held the "mask" up for a moment to let the Uchiha see the face she had been wearing; it was the ex-ouroboros member Kallen Senju. She folded the face up neatly and stuck it inside a baggy and stuffed it away into a pouch; she would later sent this to their mysterious leader as proof that the ex-member was indeed dead. I am Sheffield Onmyoton, bearer of the Void ring of Ouroboros. A pleasure, Uchiha. She would eye him heavily for a moment, unsure of what exactly she felt for this member. He seemed skilled and capable, but she found his appearance a bit lacking; where was the dominant and powerful atmosphere she had heard so much about?

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Storms dreams where as unpleasant to his soul as ever. The nightmares he had of his life, the life of his deceased family, and the life of the people he had killed, haunted him every time he rested. He always stirred in his sleep and woke to sweat all over him. Sometimes the dreams would end horridly, but this one didn't.

Storm was near a village, in his dream, and its name was Shipuugakure. It looked peaceful, full of life and happiness, with smiling faces all around. He began to walk around his old village, staring into the souls of every happy face he found, which was a lot. He hated this sight; despite all that happened to him, his wife and his daughter's death, the villagers still smiled as though nothing happened. Storm knew that he shouldn't be angry with them, they were sheep that lived their lives eating nothing but grass, full-filled with the plain dirt around them. Storm was different than them. He considered himself, and all who aimed for something greater than grass, a wolf; Hunting down and relishing in meat, not grass. Those who fought for their goal, for the possible future that something would taste greater than grass; those that where wolves were those that were dangerous, which Storm was.

However, despite the dominance of wolves over sheep, Storm wanted to be known as a sheep. To be able to laugh along with others, to live a happy life with a family, to eat plain grass and relish in this than bloody meat. If only he could, for a moment in time, be a sheep; he would never let that moment go.

Storm took a deep breath and continued walking down memory lane. However, as soon as he got past the village gate he stopped moving. His feet where no longer listening to him. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't walk. "Is it a genjutsu?" He thought, trying to make himself twitch a muscle. "Maybe if I use Kai." Storm tried to form the handsign and move his fingers to the center of his chest to release himself from what he thought was a genjutsu, but he could not. He could only view the world he saw, not move around it.

Storm took another deep breath, then he relaxed himself. If his body didn't want to move, there was nothing else he could do. But, despite the fact that Storm couldn't control it, it started moving again. He gave it no consent to walk, but it did so anyway. Soon walking turned to running and running turned to jumping on buildings, all in an uncontrollable haste. Since he couldn't stop himself, he had no choice but to enjoy the ride, however unpleasant it was. After a minute of jumping from building to building, Storm finally realized his destination, the Uchiha town. His eyes turned cold as his body moved there, hating this sight even more than the sight of the sheep.

He watched as he unwillingly ran into his village, then into his old home. His eyes widened as his fingers turned the door knob. He was standing in front of his apartments, where he used to live with his wife and adopted child. His body opened the door and walked in to the sight of two burning bodies. He said something he couldn't hear, but his main focus was the bodies that where being incinerated by black fire in front of him. Storm's body ran up and down the apartment, repeating the same thing he couldn't hear over and over.  

When his body stopped in front of his old room where he slept with his wife, Storm finally realized what his body was saying, "SAKURA!"  

Sakura, the name of his deceased daughter. The name of his family member that was the only survivor of a horrible event that Storm couldn't prevent. He was reliving that event now, and he couldn't do a single thing to stop it.

Storm opened the door, the wall to the back of him slowly turning to the color of red. Storm looked behind him once to see the change. What he saw was not just the colore red, but black painting forming over it. When the painting was done, he saw the Mangekyo sharingan staring back at him.

The world around him disappeared, and he was suddenly somewhere else. This time an old village, not as well established as Shipuugakure.The village was burning, a great fire was spread across the land and on every house. Storm was inside his second home, the one where another horrid event happened.

His daughter, Sakura, was in front of him crying. She was covering her eyes with her hands, her fingers having blood streaming out. Storm made no attempt to go after her, to comfort her or take her away from the village. He knew how this ended, and he didn't want to witness anymore of his life tragedies.

Storm looked around for a way out, but was forced by his body to stare at Sakura. She had stopped crying now and was looking straight at him. Her eyes where the same color as the wall, but the black painting was not the symbol of the Mangekyo Sharingan. Her eyes painted the form of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

His pupils widened once again, surprised to see such an untrue sight. His daughter never contained the power of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, so why did she have it now? Sakura said words, words that sounded like a desperate cry for help. She screamed louder and louder until Storm could hear her. She said 'Save me dad, save me!'

Storm began to cry as his body started to reach out to her. He could barely see, since everything around him was red. His other hand that was free moved to wipe the tear off his face. When he looked at the watery mixture from his eyes, he noticed nothing but blood. He was crying blood, just like his daughter. Storm looked at Sakura one more time before the scenery changed once again.

This time he was on the finger from which he slept. Next to him was nothing but shadows, with deadly eyes starring at him. A cold voice asked him, ' do you have knowledge of anyone else within the base right now?' And all he did was shake his head, gesturing the answer no. When the voice seemed satisfied with his answer, it thanked him before saying 'see you soon.'

His eyes opened one last time, and he was back inside the world of reality. Like he left himself, his body was on top of his post, staring at the gedo statue. He took a moment to realize all that had happened, from the nightmares to talking to someone in what felt like his dream, then turned his eyes to meet the new arrival to the cave. She stood where the shadowy finger once did, her eyes representing warming kindness, unlike the other eyes that showed dark deadliness. She spoke, and Storm paid close attention to her pattern. The voice was not the same, but Storm had a suspicious feeling that she was the one who spoke to him in his nightmares.

He looked down to her fingers and noted the blue ring, similar to his. With the mental note, Storm quickly deduced that she was an Ouraboros member, a fact that made him more un-eased.

'What a great killing intent,' Storm thought, 'I definitely need to watch her from now, on.' Storm did not want any enemies in the Ouraboros, so he would pick his words carefully and make friends with the member for now. If he were to make her angry, his only allies may turn on him. It was best to make friends now and turn them enemies later. "Welcome home."

The member removed the cloak to reveal slutty clothing. Her body seemed tightly combined with black leather, with her breast areola almost in Storms view. He only stared at her body for a second before he stared at her face. Her fingers moved to the back of her ear and pulled a face off of hers, showing Storm the real face that attached to the body. Storm liked the look, the real her was a very attractive woman; however, he showed no signs of attraction. He kept his cold/unreadable eyes since he preferred her not to know his feelings.

She said that her name was Sheffield Omnyoton, right after she placed the face she took off inside a scroll. It was hard to tell whether that face was actually a mask or not, but Storm knew from the terrified facial expression that it was once alive. "My name is Storm Uchiha, but I guess you already knew the Uchiha part."

He closed his eyes to center his heart, then stood up to formerly address Sheffield. "I would prefer that you call me Storm, or Cataclysm, or Cataclysmic Storm. Either would do for a name. However, Uchiha is not a name that I prefer."

Unlike Sheffield, Storm knew exactly what to think of her. She was dangerous, a force not to mess with. She was incredibly strong and deadly. Someone who Storm should never trust. "Are you the only one I will be meeting today? Or will there be more? Maybe this time I might meet our leader." Storm turned his eyes, but not his attention, from Sheffield to the mysterious leader's stone pillar.

Storm didn't know his name, he did not know his face, and he did not know his power. Not knowing was something Storm did not like. He wanted to know everything about everything, especially when it came to the person he was following. "By the way, how did you do that before? Enter my dreams? You said your last name was Omnyoton, so you must be a genjutsu specialist, correct?"

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Sheffield had kept a neutral expression, although her killing intent was palpable. Normally, she kept such intent sublimated within her so that she would be underestimated and people would be at ease around her. Ouroboros was different however, if you appeared weak- it was very likely that you would be disposed of, or at least an attempt on your life. Sheffield was an actor, a singer and an assassin. She had been famous within Tsukigakure as an artist raised from Tsukigakure; her music travelled to other villages and she had been a sensation for a short time. That was before her own clan had betrayed her and attempted her life: she was fortunate that Ouroboros had intervened against those six assassins and helped her escape the village from certain death.

Sheffield cleared her head of her darkness with a single blink of her eyes, her face softened suddenly and gave Storm a weak smile as he welcomed her "home" She had been standing very still at this point with her arms up under her breasts for supports; they were very large and often caused her back trouble. She removed her arms from the support, her breasts not shifted much- revealing that they were still quite perky despite their watermelon size. Thank you, Storm. Welcome home yourself, I imagine you couldn't have been here much longer before me to be sleeping as hard as you were a bit ago. Her statement either told him that she had indeed messed with his dream or she had been here a while and was watching him sleep: both were true, but she would let his mind deduce which, if either or both were true.

She watched him a little after having her luscious body revealed to him; he was a man and one such as her didn't need to watch carefully to understand how the male's mind and body reacted to such a treat as her body in skin-tight leather. Despite her ability to hide her feelings with a blank expression... or even using someone else's face as a mask; she let her expression show. A small smirk at her expense for Storm, her first true emotion she had shown him besides her deadly eyes and killing intent. Any man and a large majority of women were envious of her body and her bold way of showing it off; most of them even, desired to touch her body and so much more. Storm was likely no exception to this unless he had been raised as a young child and trained effectively as a weapon instead of a human.

Sheffield had been raised this way and saw her own body as more of a tool than something important; she knew the value of her body, but it was a means to an end for her. Often, she would allure targets with her body and use Genjutsu to make them believe they had "obtained" her and done whatever they like. All the while, she would watch passively inside their daydreams and influence their minds when they guards were completely down and their desires giving in to their carnal flesh. Even still, all of those targets were dead- she was a weapon, but that didn't mean she had to let useless people live while thinking they had achieved "dominance" of her body.

Despite how Sheffield knew most people, this Uchiha did well to hide his expressions and his feelings; he kept his eyes and expression unreadable as he regarded her. His eyes mostly focusing on her light brown eyes rather than her ample bosom. Perhaps there is yet hope for this male... she said to herself while she smirked softly, this time at his expense. I could have captured you in a deadly Genjutsu just now, from taking a glance at my skin~ She teased, intending to lower his guard with the playful expression and tone of her voice, although also telling him that she wasn't as easy as he might think. Sheffield was a killer, as cold as they came- but she knew how to loosen up and still be unbending to prevent possible threats from trying to take advantage of her while she lowered their guard.

Three seconds... That is as much time you can look at my body before I react. Remember that from now on when looking at me; as a fellow shinobi and ally of Ouroboros, you should be more focused on my eyes and movement rather than my curves. She told him in an even tone, giving him permission to look for short moments as long as it ensured he could pay attention when was necessary. The last thing she wanted, was to have a male ally who couldn't keep his eyes off of her... especially when she was the sneaky type who did well to remain undetected or noticed in large crowds or secret places. How much a disaster it could bring if they were on a mission together and his eyes kept going to her and ended up giving away her position to their enemies.

Any longer looking that she had just given him, and she would easily catch him in a Genjutsu that he would regret. She could make him witness his most horrid memories or nightmares; from what she had seen of his dream, he had a lot of fear. You may call me Sheffield, Enchantress, Witch of Chaos, or Diva of Requiems... whichever you prefer. She had given him both her nicknames from horror stories of assassinations, as well as her stage name when she was a singer. Surely he could recognize who she had been in the past by now.

An uchiha who wished to not be known as Uchiha?... How very interesting... She admitted to herself behind a light smile. Storm it is then, I dislike long names. Call me Sheff, it's most appropriate between friends. She had given him permission to call her by the short nickname, signifying to him that she saw him as a valuable companion rather than a threat: from now on, she would work on lowering his guard to the point she could trust him. Sheffield herself did not know trust though; never had she any children or lovers, she knew not the closeness and didn't seek it either. To her, the world was just a tool for her goals and in the end, such feelings would only serve as weakness and a distraction. She knew well how to play into such securities though; being an actor and singer, she knew how the mind worked and could portray herself as what she needed in most situations.

It was highly likely that her first impression to Storm had come off too strong and e didn't believe he could ever trust her. A wise man. That of course, was not acceptable to Sheffield- she had the opportunity to obtain a valuable ally within Ouroboros. She fully intended to exploit this meeting and friendship to her advantage. From what she had seen of Storm's dream; he had suffered a hard past and was traumatized in some way by some unknown events. She knew well about the Eternal Mangekyou Sharringan, but had no immediate need or desire for it herself. She would benefit more so from it by having someone she could trust, to use the eyes. Who better than the Uchiha himself?

From what I saw earlier, you and I are the only two here today. I reached out to you in your dream and communicated with you:  I do this on occasions when the leader wishes to converse with all of us or some of us. I am the mediator, the mouth piece for our mysterious leader; which I haven't even met yet myself. She paused for a moment, watching him. If you like, I could connect you with him and talk if you like... but I doubt he would appreciate that. He is the quiet type. Sheffield had solidified her position within Ouroboros by answering Storm's question about how she could reach out to him within his dreams; she had answered in such a way as to subtly insinuate her importance as a tool of Ouroboros as well as offer him the ability to communicate directly to the members or leader if he needed or wanted. A wise man however, would decline such an out-going service she offered; especially in regards to dangerous criminals such as Ouroboros.

She didn't tell him how exactly she could manage this feat though; for if she did, she would have told him that she had already met him without his knowledge and applied her chakra to his body directly, or used a Genjutsu on him without his knowledge or permission. This was the case with most all the Ouroboros members though and it was how she could reach out to them for communicative purposes; Storm was the first piece she had settle upon manipulating for her own purposes though. He was an enjoyable man, somewhat reserved and respectful but also serious and assuredly competent and deadly in his craft. She respected that, and her way of showing that respect was to lower his guard and use him as a powerful tool.

I specialize in Genjutsu... and despite how good I am at it, I cannot escape reality~ she emphasized as her tummy grumbled suddenly and loudly. She allowed a mock-embarrassment to cross her beautiful face as she realized how hungry she really was. She clapped her delicate hands together, the sound was loud and could easily trap multiple enemies into a Genjutsu where they would be forced to fight each other to the death. This clap was nothing special though, just a brazen sound to get Storm's attention. I bet you're hungry after a long trip as well. Why don't I fix us something to eat? She offered, taking on a somewhat cheerful expression and lightening her tone as she leapt down from the left little finger of the Gedo statue. She continued to walk and talk as she went, expecting Storm to follow at least out of politeness.

What would you prefer to eat? I am actually quite the cook. Of course she was, she had to know how to cook- incase she had to take up a position as a cook somewhere to poison someone's food; no poison would be added to this meal however. Sheffield had decided that she would take a motherly-nature to Storm; he seemed like he would benefit and grow from some nurturing.

They would converse lightly as they left the statue room and entered the more lit and friendly atmosphere of the actual base. The walls were much more smooth and clean, well lit and stocked with supplies. Sheffield would grab a few cooking supplies from the closet and then walk over to the kitchen and turn on the stove as she took out a kunai and began to chop up some vegetables with extreme speed and precision. Why use cooking utensils when she was more efficient with her killing tools? If it bothered Storm though, she would switch out to a kitchen knife and a cutting board. She grabbed an apron, a white one with the words "Kiss the cook" written across the time, just below her revealed cleavage. She would look down intently at the cooking material but would know if he stared too long, fully prepared to follow through with her promise to make him regret it if he didn't heed her advice. Her hair was pulled back into a long blonde ponytail and her voice picked up a humming tune from a motherly song she remembered her mother lulling her to sleep with; before Sheffield had been ordered to assassinate her.

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With a blink, Sheffield's killing intent had disappeared. A surplus amount of death Aura, gone in a second. Storm noted this along with the slutty costume, the face mask, the eyes of darkness, and the fact that she could enter his dreams. This woman was a surprise, which was another thing Storm did not enjoy. Surprises where never good, especially as a trait for human beings. People who are surprising would always do something Storm did not expect/calculate. They are the worse to deal with in battle for they are always doing something unpredictable. People who lived for surprising where Storm's worse enemy, they could kill him and he wouldn't even see it coming. With this woman Storms eyes would need to stay, for he would not want a surprise kill.

"Yeah, I am not the type to sleep exposed like that; especially when there are snakes around that can poison me in my sleep." There was a snake that crawled next to the walls of the right side of the cave. It slithered into the darkness to where Storm could only see its tail. Although he stared at this snake when he spoke, the reference he made was to Sheffield, who seemed to have stalked his dreams.

Cataclysm, as most called him sometimes, took a moment to stare at her fully while she smiled at him. Her body stance told him that she was either comfortable or her breast where heavy. A folded arm could often stand for being comfortable; however, sometimes it meant alpha dominance. Storm always took note of when someone was mad, threatening, or threatened,  they would always fold their arms to show that they meant business.

Of course, she could also be folding her arms to hold her large protruding chest. They were overly sized to hang on her chest, and probably caused her back to be uncomfortable. He seen many woman with large increments, all suffering from the strenuous task of carrying themselves. Most hated having larger breasts, probably because it got in the way of many effortless tasks. It was ironic how some flat chested women wanted larger mammary glands while most larger breasted women wanted to flat chests. Storm wondered which size this woman liked. He wouldn't ask her, he did not want to seem rude to her and piss her off, but it was a good topic to bring up one day, with someone.

"I could have captured you in a deadly Genjutsu just now, from taking a glance at my skin~"

Storm looked at her eyes with a serious expression. He knew that she was joking, teasing to show that she wanted to be familiar with him; however, Storm was not going to let down his guard so easily. "Thank you for the generous 3 seconds offer. I will use them with much gratefulness, however I do not think I will use them for a while."

Storm was not raised an emotionless robot. He still had emotions, he still had nightmares, cried, laughed, and smiled; despite the person he showed to the Ouraboros members, Storm was as human as they were, if they were human at all. Therefore, Storm would fall to the temptation of a female, if the temptation was very strong.

He was a man, he had not felt a woman for a long time, so of course he would fall for a female. whether it was this female he fell for was very debatable. She was, to Storm, a user. The smile she gave, her friendly tone, and her alluring body all made him assumed that she was doing something for some reason. He wasn't foolish and he wasn't ignorant when it came to deadly women. Yes he could fall for her since she was female with the type of body he liked, but that did not mean he wanted to. If he did, his world would definitely be over; that was the Aura she gave off after all.

"Of course. I apologize if I stared for too long. However," suddenly, the air turned cold, colder than when the woman showed herself. Sheffield would feel the skin on her back neck tingle as Storms eyes would grow deadly. If she was not intimidated by what Storm called his true killing intent, then she was a very strong female. "I don't enjoy threats. I will respect you if you respect me." Storm had nerves showing his killing need to his senior, but he had to show her that he would not allow her to walk over him. He had killing skills, just the same as she did, and he had no fear in using them.

With the small show of bravado over, Storm cooled his mind, along with his own darkness, and continued to listen to her. She gave him two nicknames, one he had heard of before and another he knew nothing about. Storm's wife, now deceased, use to love someone named 'Diva of Requiems.' She would often beg for him to take her to a concert to watch the Diva sing or buy an instrument to sing the Diva's music herself. He always said no to both, especially the instrument part, but one time he did go to a concert with his wife. The Diva sung beautifully, her words causing many emotional strings to twitch inside his wife's heart. Was this the woman his wife loved? If so, his wife would loath, yet love, how this woman turned out, if she was not like this from the beginning.

As she continued speaking, she asked him to call her Sheff another form of familiarity. "This one just wants to be my friend now doesn't she?" He sighed then closed his eyes to center himself once again. He often did this to register what was happening, and to think of the best possible response to challenging situations. Sometimes, he did this because he was seriously frustrated to the point of letting out anger. This situation called for him to center himself to think of the best possible outcome. To think about all that would happen if he did not, or did, except her invitation to friendship. "Fine then She-Sheff.................................ield." It was no use, he couldn't become familiar with her if he tried, and he just did.

Sheffield changed the topic to their leader. She spoke about how she could communicate to him, and everyone, using their dreams, this making Storm cringe. Definitely dangerous this female was; to enter into someones dreams was like entering into their mind. She could see their life goals, their life horrors, and the vassal could do nothing but deal with it. Another thing about this woman Storm did not enjoy. He had a feeling, that after this, he may never want to see her again.

"I don't think I will enjoy you popping into my dreams Sheff........ield. But thanks for the offer." After talking to Storm a little more, her stomach began to grumble. In that moment, she gave the most cutest embarrassed face Storm had ever seen, since the life of his wife. In truth, Storm saw her, in that moment, as a rose. Its beautiful petals attracted all, placed them in a hypnosis where all they did was love it. They would not mind the thorns, for dealing with it would be much worth staring at the petals all their life. This was almost always true with the most beautiful of women; thorns sharp as knives, cutting through skin without regret, but face as beautiful as the beginning of life, the main reason why men had eyes.

When he saw this face from Sheffield, Storm had moved from an unreadable expression to an enjoying life expression. He did so by turning his head from Sheffield, closing his eyes, and smiling. However, as quickly as he did so, he became mysterious once again. This was due to Sheff's mighty hand clap. In this tiny cave, it echoed all over, bouncing from wall to wall as it only grew larger. For a split moment, Storm thought his ears were bleeding. When he could finally hear again, Sheffield asked to cook him something. Expecting him to follow, she hopped off her stone finger and began walking somewhere. Storm would have not followed, he would have taken this chance to escape, but the roar of his stomach kept him interested in Sheffields cooking. He was indeed hungry, he had a long travel and did not get the chance to eat breakfast. If Sheffield was offering to cook, he wouldn't mind staying to taste her cooking skills, and enrich his stomach.

Storm hopped down from his pedestal and followed Sheffield. She asked him what was his favorite meal and he answered truthfully. He said, "Something spicy; mouth burning spicy, but also delicious." Storm thought himself crazy, a complete fool for trusting in Sheffield. Not only was he allowing her to guide him somewhere unknown, he was also agreeing for her to cook for him. She could lead him into a trap, she could also poison his plate, but what would be her gain?

This is when Storm had a realization. What would be her gain for killing him? Does she secretly hate the Ouraboros members and wish to take them out? If so, then she had an ample of opportunity to kill him. She could have done so while he slept, while she clapped, while he turned his eyes off of her. If she did want all the Ouraboros members dead, she was surely enjoying the mind fucking of Storm. So what other reason is there to kill Storm if not the first? Storm felt as though he was doing the right thing for the wrong reason, like he was distancing himself from her for something completely different than her goal. Maybe she did not want him dead, but she wanted something else; what the 'something else' was, Storm did not know. He would need to watch her to find out.

Storm was lead into a kitchen, well clean and stocked. He couldn't believe the amount of supplies that where just waiting to be used; although, he masked his amazement, as he would do with all his emotions. Sheffield began cooking while Storm sat down and watched. She used a Kunai to cut the vegetables, something not seen every day. He watched closely as she skillfully chopped the food, almost like she was cleanly cutting through a human arm. Storm noted her Kunai skills, something else that made her very deadly.

Sheffield then placed on an apron with words on it. Storm looked down to read what the apron said, 'Kiss,' 1.... 'The,' 2.... 'Cook?' 3. He lifted his eyes up, and stared at her face. "Cute apron," Storm said with a monotone, knowing full well the test she set up for him. If he had looked another second, something bad would have happened to him.

As Storm watched Sheffield cook, not taking his eyes off of anything she added to her cooking, he began to wonder about her personality. Was she really this cheerful, or was it just a front? It seemed weird in some way, how nicely she treated him. She could just be a nice person, but a Venus fly trap could just be a nice plant as well. She was a criminal for some reason, all the Ouraboros members had to be a criminal for some reason. Then he wondered what the other members were like, where they as friendly as her? If so, then this organization must be a good one. If all smiled as she did now, Storm would have no worries, yet all the worries in the world. Thinking about this brought Storm to ansking Sheffield a question.

"What are the other members like?"

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Sheffield hadn't bothered at all to acknowledge Storm's appreciation for the meager timeframe she had allowed him to look at her. She let it go at that, having her statement hang heavy over him while also allowing him to use those three seconds if he so wished. She hadn't acknowledged his killing intent either; while she had to admit, it was impressive, she had been in the Onmyoton where every single clan member possessed a relatively palpable killing intent. Feeling another's killing intent was normal to her, in the sense that it was more like a greeting rather than something actually deadly. Only when Storm was truly intending to kill her with his truest killing intent, would she bother to acknowledge it.

As it was right now, the killing intent Storm had felt from her was nothing but common demeanor she gave to everyone regardless of who they were. With the exception of her targets. If Sheffield truly intended to kill Storm and not suppress her killing intent at all, he would know for certain that was meant business. Likely he would have gone on the defensive... or the offensive maybe. Sheffield hadn't yet figured out what type of fighter he was. She was curious to test him though, but thought against it for now; she needed him to trust her unconditionally. Beating him right now might prove anticlimactic to their interaction or create resentment. I still need to see how skilled he is...

Something mouth burning spicy huh... She said allowed while thinking about how Storm's inability to call her a nickname showed just how uncomfortable he was still. It was expected, Storm was not an average person she could trick and make comfortable... but then again, he already knew she was part of a criminal organization and an assassin. So that just made things more difficult. She stabbed her kunai into a large potato with heavy force as she turned around and looked at a shelf behind her, a lot of spices and dried peppers were on the shelf, read for cooking with. While she was turned around, her plump rear was in Storm's face- it was covered in the tight form fitting leather, which just made it all the worse: Sheffield had gotten into figuring out how to lower Storm's guard and focusing on cooking something truly delicious, that she hadn't realized how exposed she was making herself as she stood on her toes and leaned forward.

She knew, that the way to a man's heart, was through his stomach: it was such a true statement, especially when administering poison. Often, when her targets were too skilled or paranoid for her usual tactics, she had to resort to getting to them through food. One typically lowers their guard during a delicious meal; Sheffield had used those opportunities to slip poisons into their food prepared by their "trusted" allies or family members. Storm was no different in this area, he was a highly guarded fellow but she would treat him like one of her difficult targets. Granted she wasn't intending to kill him, so no poisons or drugs would be used on him.

Sheffield grabbed a clump of clovered garlic and some blue peppers from the dry shelf and tossed them skillfully over her shoulder and onto the chopping block. She grabbed a glass bottle of ground cianne seasoning and set it next to the stove. Then she turned to the right and walked over to the stove area and set a pot of water on the boil. Oh.. thank you~ She said suddenly as Storm complimented her apron, it was one of the few unprofessional artifacts that she possessed. I got this at a little village I was passing through. They were plagued by a rogue swordsman and I was thinking of just leaving them be... but the samurai was pretty bold and crossed paths with me. The village women thanked me for saving them by making this apron for me.

She used her fingers and flipped the strings on the apron as she thought about the cheerful faces of the women as they mad her stand very still and poke her with needles as they made the apron custom to her voluptuous body. Several times during that sizing, they commented on her curves, they were older women and out-spoken, even making the assassin flush with embarrassment as they talked about how lucky any man would be with her in the bed. The apron was a kind gesture and she didn't want to ruin it by cutting them down for making her embarrassed; though she usually only killed when necessary.

Storm asked about the other Ouroboros members as Sheffield began to pour some chopped up vegetables into the boiling water and began to sprinkle seasonings. Sheffield set the bowl down and looked up at the ceiling as she though hard. Honestly I don't know so much, their names yes- but nothing about them that's really important or specific. Most everyone is either away doing missions or just too antisocial to preoccupied to socialize. Even when Sheffield had sent messages to others, she never really got interaction out of them; Storm was her first face to face interaction and she fully intended to profit greatly from it.

She wanted to meet them, but going out specifically to find them would only spell disaster. They were most all skilled shinobi apparently with broken pasts and easily made aggressive. Other than that, a couple of them were quiet and collected- those were even more deadly and unnerving than the loud and violent types. As one herself, Sheffield knew the dangers of those who were quiet and kept to themselves. She didn't plan to ever fight any of them without first learning a bit about their fighting style and tactics: the last thing she wanted was to fight someone she hadn't fully prepared against and end up losing her life. She was much too young to die and had so much more to accomplish before she would meet her death.

She dumped the rest of the ingredients into the soup and even the couple of blue peppers into it after dicing them into very small cubes to enhance the  flavor and spice.I've heard a lot about the Uchiha, but never had the pleasure to fight one myself; whether in respectful sparring or assassinations. What about you Storm? As an Uchiha; how do you fight? She asked him while leaning over the counter while the soup cooked, her face an inquisitive mask as she leaned close to him, her breasts nearly popping out of her leather suit as they bounced on the counter top.

Sheffield had already given a healthy amount of her own fighting style away, although surely he didn't know her illusions could manifest into reality. Genjutsu was a deadly art in itself, but easily countered if one knew they were being deceived; everything revolved around deception. Sheffield was a master at deception and was now poking into Storm's fighting style in hopes of learning valuable information and gaining the upper hand in combat against him... or at least equal footing now that he knew so much about her fighting style. Most of her targets never got the opportunity to even know the great assassin was gazing at them.

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Storm walked to the only sitting area in the kitchen, there he pulled out a black metal chair to sit in. The seat was the type of seat that one would see in parties, which where most uncomfortable for the sitter's back. Storm would have enjoyed a family chair, those type of chairs that where both comfortable and well designed; but none was here, just an uncomfortable chair to sit in and a wobbly metal table to eat on.

Storm sat in his uncomfortable chair, not even trying to make it pleasant to sit on. If he tossed and turned himself over this seat, just to make it comfortable, then he would fail with misery. It was best to enjoy the fact that he had a good working back for now.

Storm placed his left elbow on the metal table, then used it as a support for his chin. His right hand also rested on the dining table, but it did not support his head. Storms right hand support his entertainment, as it gently tapped its fingers on the table to end his boredom.

Storm had to wait a while for Sheffield to be done cooking. While waiting, he was subjugated to the warming aroma of melting vegetables and sliced potatoes. He knew not what she was fixing, but he did know that it smelled delicious, even though she barely began cooking. Experiencing a woman's cooking use to be his favorite pass time. When he would witness his wife fix special meals just for him, it made him rich with joy. To taste a meal from the girl you love, knowing that it was filled with all of her love was the type of joy Storm felt every time she cooked. From the good cooking to the bad, he relished in everything she made for him.

How sweet of memories did Storm have, only to be ruined by the bitter taste of reality. Storm stared at Sheffield with the same cold/un-wanting expression in his eyes that he gave her, and watched every movement she made. Everything she did was full of grace, from the alluring swerve of her hips when she walked, to the brutal murder of the food with her Kunai when she cooked. Her grace was death; however bad this may seem, she had an art in the art of killing.

As Sheffield began to reach for peppers, Storm somehow found himself looking at her bottom end. For a second, he wondered if staring at her bottom counted for the three seconds rule. Not wanting to take any chances with this woman, he looked away. Had it been any other woman, a less life threatening one, then he may have stared, or looked away and got a few glances in. With Sheffield, his possible future partner, he would show no disrespect.

Storm complimented on her apron, she thanked him, then she broke into a story about how she acquired the fabric. It was a nice story of her protecting a village from a samurai, even though the Samurai forced her to do so. She did not say whether the Samurai lived or died, but Storm could guess, from the personality she gave, that he is no longer breathing.

After telling him the story, Sheffield paused to stroll down memory lane, and Storm allowed her. While she would stir in remembrance, he would stir as well. He would remember all the good he had done, the lives he had protect, and the lives he had taken, all for the benefit of his village. Storm had done a lot, but it did not turn out good for him in the end. He still lost people, he was still a traitor to his country, and he is still in a kitchen with a female assassin that probably would want his blood in the future. Did he wish that this was not his future? Of course he did, no sane man would not wish to have a different future. To have his daughter in his arms again, to smell the delicious pot of his lovers cooking. Any man would do anything to turn back the tides, to relive all of his horrid moments and replace them with happy ones. But, however much he wished for so, he could not turn back what was already done, just push forward.

Storm broke from his trip down memory lane when he began thinking about the other members of Ouraboros. He asked Sheffield about them, but she had no clue about their personality; however, their names she knew. "Names are enough, maybe you can tell me them later."

As Sheffield finished with her cooking, she turned her attention towards Storm. Leaning next to him, she asked him a question about Storms way of fighting, as slyly as she could possibly be. This brought up a smile from him, one which she had probably seen before, the smile of amusement. He was amused by the way she was prodding around his mind, trying to open any door that felt weak to the touch. For the most part, her technique was working; which made Storm think that his wall was not as sturdy as he assumed.

"Do you want to know about me personally? Or my clan? From the beginning of your question, I would think that you wanted to know about my clan; but from the end of the question, I know you want to know about me."

Storm spoke with much monophonic to his tone. He did not make his words sound interesting, nor did he show any sign of emotion for Sheffield. He wanted her to continue to read him, keep guessing as to who he was, how he reacted to certain things, and how she could deal with him. In whole, he wanted to remain an enigma, the ninth wonder of the world. Sheffield was still his enemy, as far as he knew it, and his enemy could not know more than he wanted her to.

The Uchiha man gave a small sigh then stood from his sitting position. Slowly he walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside to see if there was something to drink. Two bottles of water remained, prompting Storm to go on a water run later. If this place would be his resting place, he would need the supplies to stay fresh and surplus.

Taking the bottled water, Storm placed one in there air for Sheffield to see;  a non verbal communication, asking if she wanted some. If she accepted his offering, he would toss the bottle her way, hoping for her to catch it.

"My style is speed. As long as I am faster than you, I will win. If you are faster than me, but believe that you can beat me due to this, then I will win." That answer was good enough for him. He told Sheffield nothing about his specialty or his element, like she told him about her specialty, because he did not want to give too much away in one day. If she wanted to know more about him, she would need to prod a little deeper than she was doing now, if Storm allowed.

"Now, about my clan." Storm paused to see Sheffield's reaction. Would she be excited to know his clans style? Would she be disinterested in the information he was about to give? Or would she show little interest to his future words?

"As you probably know, my clan prides themselves on their eyes. Well, that's all you need to know. The Uchiha's eyes are their fighting style, but also their weakness. You would be weak as well if you relied too much on your eyes."

Storm took a nice sip of his bottled water, then moved back to his seat. "What about your clan? What is so special about the Omnyoton?"

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The soup was nearly done cooking, the flavor and spice thoroughly soaking into the ingredients as Sheffield stirred it occasionally to keep the bottom from burning or the top from being under-cooked. She wanted to pay attention to Storm though; a big smile spread across her face as he asked if she wanted to know about him personally or the clan in general Both I suppose, as much data as possible on a worthy adversary is important and surely useful. Granted, I don't yet have Storm's full trust, so his words could also be deceitful.

She studied him with her eyes, in a curious way rather than that of someone contemplating his demise. He seemed sincere enough, to a point. He was more reserved than she had liked or hoped; but what he said usually always had a large amount of truth and honesty in it. She was fairly sure that he was not misleading her, so she mentally noted the attributes, strengths and weaknesses he specified. It sounds like these... eyes of your people are quite valuable, but also a double-edged sword. A blessing or a curse I wonder...

She left her statement unfinished, allowing Storm to pick up and decide for himself upon his experiences. It made sense though, a visual doujutsu that could affect the outcome of a battle in the user's favor- affecting both the real world, illusions and provide unbelievable abilities. She knew all about the sharringan of course, more so about the eyes than the actual people themselves. She knew they loved to use fire, it seemed to be their primary element.

She stood up straight and stirred the soup one last time, the thick ingredients smelling delicious and carrying over to Storm's nostrils as she turned the fire off and grabbed some pink oven mitts and poured the soup into two large bowls. She wanted to reward him for giving her valuable information about his very own clan. Hisame, Lee and Rina- those are the names of our most recent members, though I hear that there are a couple more. I know not their fighting style, clans or last names though.

It was true enough, even in communication- with skill and awareness, one could hide their physical features inside their own dreams. Inception truly was an amazing ability every single person possessed. Sheffield used such an ability with her Genjutsu when she traveled abroad dreams and gleamed information or communicated with others. Thus why she had appeared as a shadow in Storm's dream rather than showing her true form.

She grabbed a spoon and some bread and placed them by both bowls and walked around the bar and sat down directly beside Storm as she pulled both bowls towards them. I hope you like it; this soup is a recipe my mother used to make for me all the time, up to the point where I killed her. I wanted something to remember her from, after being ordered to assassinate my parents, so I took some knowledge of her cooking skills. This is the first time I have cooked for some other without the intent to kill them since my mother was alive...

Storm was lucky indeed, Sheffield was improvising and somewhat enjoying herself; proudly showing off her talented cooking skills despite the morbid explanation behind the family secret recipe. She took a bite of the soup in silence and tasted it, exactly like her mother used to cook. Her face went red and she coughed, her eyes watered and in a raspy voice said, I remember, when I was a little girl... my father and I used to race to see who could finish the bowl of spicy food first. I usually won, because my mother had secretly added milk to my soup. This is my first time eating it without milk; I can't believe my father liked this so much.

She bit into the bread and let the soft dough absorb the heat from her lips as she laughed softly and looked to Storm to see how he could handle her mother's "Fireball illusion soup" Weird name for a soup, but it had a special effect on the tastebuds. After about half the bout, the tastebuds were so on fire that it no longer would taste hot, just delicious. A delicious taste one couldn't taste unless their spicy sensors had been nullified.

After Sheffield herself got to the point where the soup was bearable, she went onto talk. You might have guessed, my clan uses genjutsu mostly. Though we are all trained as stone-cold assassins since birth. We have a special... understanding... of Genjutsu. That was all she was willing to say, Storm didn't need to know more; soon enough, all of the Onmyoton would be destroyed by Sheffield's own hands and then rebuilt as she saw fit. Besides, telling him too much about her clan's ability could prove both detrimental and stressful for Sheffield herself.

She would talk with Storm some more, listening and responding- secretly waiting to tell him really why she was there at the Ouroboros base. Normally, Sheffield hardly ever visited the base; she would makeher reports in dreams and continue on- very efficient. So naturally, it might have seemed odd to Storm to suddenly meet her at the base which seemed to always be empty. So Storm, I have a mission for us. The leader wants us to take a job for Tsukigakure and I need you to be my face for the mission. I can't step within Tsukigakure without someone attempting to assassinate me. Her cheerful tone remained somewhat, a little exaggerating at the thought of someone "trying" to assassinate a first generation assassin on the Onmyoton clan.

She could get into Tsukigakure herself, she had done so in the fact in fact. Had taken the identity of another female in her very own clan and got valuable information on the clan's current dealings and positions of power. She had even influenced a prodigy young girl and had high hopes for her; maybe she still did, but the girl was missing or at least overly-busy and watched much too carefully by the elders to interact with her ""sensei" anymore. The corpse of her "mask" had been found in the village dump and her charade of "sensei" was over. Sheffield couldn't help but wonder how the perverted Yuri was doing. She hoped she wasn't dead, Sheffield had saw light in that girl's dark and corrupted heart.

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"Hisame, Lee, and Rina; plus the mysterious leader you mentioned. That makes six members, how small of a group we are. I wonder when more will show." Storm moved his right hand to his chin, his left moved under his right elbow; a symbol that meant he was thinking about something. Of course, this character was always thinking, contemplating one move after the other. It was only himself, the being that he is, that forced him to think over and over again. If you did not think, you will not live; his words exact.

Storm’s thoughts returned to Sheffield, the woman making his food, as she poured a watery substance into a bowl, placing bread on the side. She walked with both bowls in her hands to the seat next to Storm. One bowl she placed in front of Storm, the other she placed in front of herself. He stared at the bowl, then listened to Sheffield as she spoke.

"I hope you like it; this soup is a recipe my mother used to make for me all the time, up to the point where I killed her." Storms ears twitched; it was his first reaction to hearing anything he couldn't believe. "I wanted something to remember her from, after being ordered to assassinate my parents."

"Oy," Storm thought while she continued. "This is the first time I have cooked for some other without the intent to kill them since my mother was alive..."

"Oy, Oy, Oy!" Storm stared at Sheffield now, his eyes still as emotionless as ever. He had nothing to say to her, be it comfort or regular words, anything he would say would only make her weak before him. It was best not to dig deep, it was best not to speak; instead, Storm looked back at the soup, then, began to sip it. Soon the first sip turned to three, then six in one minute, then to him drinking from the bowl. It was an interesting taste, the burning sensation mixed with spicy flavor made the soup unbelievable delicious for him. The strangest part of the soup was how the scorching, delicious taste just turned into a delicious taste. Storm realized this, but he was finished with the soup by the time he did.

After gulping down the soup, Storm placed the bowl on the table. The soup substance was all over his mouth, covering his top lip. He licked it off, then took a napkin to clean off the saliva. Sheffield spoke again, and he composed himself to calm his excited interior. He enjoyed what Sheffield had fix; being a spicy fanatic, he couldn’t help but want to ask for more.

“This soup is undoubtedly delicious,” said Storm. “My compliments to the chef and her mother.” To satisfy his need for more, Storm scarfed down the bread he was given. When he was finished with the meal, he would close his eyes and thank his lord for the food given.

“A mission? From our great leader? I am honored, but are you sure you can trust me? So far, I have given you little about who I am and what I can possibly do. I could be a serial killer looking for a chance to gut you, or a weak being that will get in your way. Are you sure I am the one you want?” Storm said this with little sarcasm and intimidation to his voice. It was an honest question he wanted answered, why did she want him? As he said, little was known about him, as far as he knew, so why him out of the rest? Depending on her answer, he may agree to her request and willingly do as she says.

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Sheffield had finished her food by now as well and chewed softly on the bread as she smiled: Storm was complimenting both her and her mother's cooking skills. At least this man understands and appreciates a good meal.. she thought to herself as she finished the bread. She took Storm's empty bowl and began to fill the sink with hot soapy water and began to wash the dishes. I am glad you enjoyed the meal; it wasn't much because I don't want you going to sleep on a full stomach, it's unhealthy.

As far as the mission goes: if you are a part of Ouroboros, you obviously have a lot of potential. If you slow me down on this mission, I'll either leave you or kill you; simple as that. She smirked at his serial killer comment. If you are a serial killer, then you've met your match. She left the rest of the statement unfinished, letting Storm's mind finish the rest. Sheffield's goal was to kill all of her clansmen but a few- she wanted to build her clan from the bottom up again- for that purpose, she had become an outcast, murderer and wanted criminal. In truth, all of the members of Ouroboros were deadly and Sheffield would be a fool to let her guard down. You will be accompanying me on this mission; after all, I need a stranger's face to deal with Tsukigakure...

Again she left her statement unfinished; letting Storm's mind wonder towards the spare face she kept tucked away- maybe he would think she meant to take his face? She meant nothing ill with it though, she simply needed his person for dealing with Tsuki since she couldn't enter safely. My village is Tsukigakure, so I can't enter myself. I need you to deal with the diplomacy issues and be my voice.

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