Rules: No killing, no serious fighting

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Kazangakure no Sato had certainly seen better days. What was once a powerful ninja village with its own Kage had been reduced to a smouldering ruin. Abandoned, decrepit buildings were stacked together like giants in the suffocating heat. Thick layers of volcanic ash covered everything, and small streams of lava ripped apart pavements and streets. It puzzled Denrei how a large group of people could have possibly decided to build a settlement here, in such a hazardous environment. Did they really care so much for the natural defences the location provided that they would risk living in a place like this? Then again, having lived under such circumstances would ensure that the village would have spawned some hardy shinobi in the past.

Yet they had lost the war all the same.

A curious creature by nature, Denrei was always easily exited at the thought of something new. A previously unknown part of the world that was about to be revealed to him. Ouraboros was one such part; a group of highly wanted individuals known for their skill and, in some cases, their terrible crimes. For Denrei, the latter was definitely applied. Yet for a serial-killer who had just joined a band of like-minded individuals, the dark-skinned man seemed awfully cheerful. Having just arrived at the base, deep within the ruins of Kazangakure no Sato, the first thing he had done was familiarize himself with the layout of the area. These ruins were dangerous, as more than just Ouraboros members made this place their home, and even the former couldn’t be trusted, despite technically being Denrei’s allies. Luckily he had been able to spot several hidden routes through the shattered buildings that allowed him to move about reasonably undetected.

”This is it...”

A dark cavern loomed before him. It was very well-hidden; without the instructions on how to find it the former Boufuu-nin would have been looking for it for years without ever finding it. It made sense for wanted individuals to have a very secret hiding place; each individual member of Ouraboros would have people out for their blood, trackers following their every step. Denrei instinctively passed a look over his shoulder to reaffirm that he wasn’t being followed.

”Nothing..... tch. With the level of security in this organization I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d never be allowed to smoke around here..” Denrei thought of one instance where the scent of the tobacco he had smoked earlier that day had lead a skilled tracker-nin right to his location; if not for the traps he had placed around the area where he made camp the assassin could have very well snuck up on Denrei and cut his throat. ”Then again, smoking in a hot area like this seems quite uncomfortable..”

And with that, the dark-skinned man faced the cavern again. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, he wore a grey travelling cloak over his Ouraboros cloak. That way he did not outwardly appear as one of their members. Thus he wouldn’t seem like a person of any particular interest to track. Yet should he run into any other members a quick rolling up of the sleeve of the grey cloak would hopefully be enough to prove his allegiance. The downside to this clever plot? He was uncomfortably hot.

Underneath the cloak, he was bare-chested. His old Boufuugakure headband hung around his neck, the usually cool metal having become warm due to the environment as well as being covered in layers of fabric. He wore fairly standard shinobi pants, greyish blue in color, and black sandals. Attached to the belt on his waist were many pouches used for storing kunai, shuriken, senbon, explosive tags, but also scrolls, his brush and his pipe. Everything he needed to either kill or relax was at his disposal.

The dreadlocked man stroked his small goatee thoughtfully before vanishing into the darkness of the cave.    

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”Daaaaaaamn....”, Denrei thought looking up to the giant statue. He could almost visualise it coming to life and raising one of its enormous hands to squash him like a bug. It felt majestic, as if he were in the presence of an enormous sleeping beast. It was shackled, like an ancient god that had long since been defeated and imprisoned by the people that once worshipped it. What a beautiful irony! Just the thing he looked for in art. Since he would spend quite some time here in the future, he made a mental note to make a sketch of the statue and base one of his new techniques around it.

Smiling, he moved away from the statue and deeper into the base. If this area was the Ouraboros’ main base of operations, naturally it would have some places for the members to stay. A meeting room.. perhaps a private bedroom. And he sure as hell hoped they had a functioning bathroom! In this sort of heat, the stench that would otherwise soon fill the base would be too much to bear. ”Although it would be quite difficult to establish a working sewage system with all the lava, especially while staying unnoticed."

Denrei explored the main building and all its crevices. It was strange; like he walked into a completely different world. Compared to the large, majestic cavern with the statue or the blistering ruins outside, the interior of the base was very well-kept and organized. There were plenty of supplies, the halls were clean and well-lit, and the area had a surprisingly friendly feel. Finally, he found what he assumed to be the member rooms. He pondered on whether he was allowed to pick whatever vacant one was left or if he would have been handed one by his superiors. He didn’t seem to have a say in his ring or the position it was supposed to go on. He stretched out his hand before him and admired the orange ring. It displayed the symbol “three.” Proof of being a part of something bigger than his own sum.

Deciding not wanting to rub anyone the wrong way by taking liberties he wasn’t supposed to take, he returned to the statue room and once more admired the statue. First, he took his place in the shadows in the corner by the entrance, facing the statue. He wanted to see anyone who came in before they saw him; the statue would surely catch the attention of any newcomer before they would spot Denrei, whereas Denrei would be right behind them if they stepped further into the cavern. Now he could safely begin working on his art. Deciding to go with a sketch first, he took out a pencil and a notebook and began drawing. Tongue slightly poking out from in between his lips in a sign of concentration, Denrei’s eyes flicked from the statue to the sketch as his hand raced the pencil across the paper. While it seemed that he was preoccupied, he wasn’t so stupid as to let his guard down just yet, and any sound made by someone entering the room would not go unnoticed.

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The midnight sky was as dark as ever, the street lamps within this village flickered on and off like it needed repair. Leaning against one of the street post was a man who wore a Kasa pointed sturdy straw elegant hat which hid his blind eyes from anyone who tried to see them. Covering his torso and bottoms was his organization robe. Tamashi took a drunk man's white oversized robe and wore it like his own, completely concealing the organization robe that he mainly wears everywhere he travels. Underneath the organization robe is his Hyougagakure jounin flak jacket, along with a pair of jet black cargo pants with two front pockets and two back pockets, along with one side pocket on each side of the pants.

 His left side of his front pocket carries three smoke bombs, while his right side front pocket carries his cigarettes. His back left side of his pocket carries five kunais strapped with explosive tags at the end of each kunai wrapped tightly along the handle. His back right side of his pocket carries five shuriken. Tamashi sending his right hand digging inside his right front pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes that now carries five cigarettes instead of the twenty that it came with. Tamashi knows that he should quit smoking since it's bad for his health, but it doesn't bother him that much as with the cigarette pack was his lighter, which he flickered it once with his right thumb and lit the cigarette within a second. Bringing the cigarette to his mouth as he ventures off into the dark night and along the street and heading towards the meeting that will be happening hours from now.

Tamashi coming to a complete stop as he enters the motel front entrance and goes up to the registration desk. Tamashi telling the man that he is blind and needs assistance to his room. Tamashi paying the one night fee and the employee walking him to his room. They finally arrive at the room and the employee opening the door for him. The employee entering the room first and Tamashi following right behind him as he grabs a hold of the employee's back of the neck and snaps the neck instantly turning it far to the left then right. The employee gets thrown against the bed of the room and closes the door that he just entered with the back of his heel. Tamashi then locking the door behind him with the key and walking a short pace to his bed so he doesn't trip along anything. Tamashi pushing the man off his bed as he turns the lights in the room off and takes his eight hour nap.

The next morning struck 9 and Tamashi awakened from his slumber. Tamashi taking a quick ten minute shower and leaving the motel room with the door closed. Today was an important day for Tamashi, after all it was a meeting that he had been told just days before and the location of the base wasn't that far from his current location. Tamashi took his travel to the entrance of the minor country and traveled a straight path to another village which took about an hour since his speed is greater than most shinobi of his rank and caliber. Tamashi finally reached his destination and calculated in his head on the meters to travel and remembering the exact point on where it was the last time he had visited. An hour passed and he arrived at the entrance of the base. The long hour was worth it since he took every precaution.

he paid attention to any footsteps around him or anything around him that sounded off to him. Tamashi made sure he wasn't followed and walked into the base, where he heard the sounds from of a person writing on a piece of paper. Tamashi didn't bother to turn around since he is blind and just slightly turned his head towards the direction of where the sound was coming from. Tamashi speaking out loud to himself. "Five meters north and I should exactly be at..." His speech came to a complete stop as his hand rested against the giant statue in this base. Tamashi leaving a smirk on his face as he knew it was the statue he had rested against before. Tamashi sending chakra to his feet and climbing the statue with ease and running up against it, reaching the top of the head of the statue and sitting down on top of it and facing the direction on where the man is and towards the entrance. Tamashi having both his eyes open and taking off his kasa from his head that he stole from the drunk man and also taking off the white oversized robe. Tamashi throwing the white robe off the statue's head, as it floats all the way down towards the ground. The kasa also being knocked off to the ground. Tamashi then saying out loud to the man that was still writing on the piece of paper. "What are you writing on that piece of paper of yours?" He had hoped that the man heard his words as it echo a bit towards the man's direction.  He took off both his sandals off to where his bare feet was showing.  Tamashi then went from sitting down to laying down on the statue, to where he became invisible from the man's view but Tamashi's feet stuck out from the statue's head to where anyone would notice it. The feet went from being straight to slightly bending as he rested the soles of his feet against the forehead of the statue. Tamashi laying there being tired of traveling a long journey and exhaled air out of his mouth as he paid attention to the writing of the man, the drops of water that came from the ceiling, the small breeze that brushed against his face. Tamashi pulling out a cigarette and smoking it as he laid down with a quick lit to the cigarette with his other hand.

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The Kazangakure no Sato Ruins were a once great and powerful village like any other and to look at it now, one would not think such a thing to be a true statement. This would now be home to no living creatures or at least, that is what the world would be lead to believe. While no sane creature, let alone person would call this place home, there were a few that did and to this, it was only natural.

The Ouraboros were an operational group of individuals that did not belong to their respected villages or in some cases, disrespected villages to some. To be branded a traitor to one's village was a high crime in and out of itself but the implications were far more impacting. While traveling through other villages was not large of a hassle, being away from one's own atmosphere made one truly miss things that could only be found in their homeland.

Ice. Ice would be a perfect example of this. Or a cold breeze or even some chilled water. The hot and boil of ruins of Kazangakure were not friendly to the cold. When in Hyougagakure, it used to be that he had to keep himself from freezing with his bloodline limit but now, now it was the polar opposite, it was more of a hassle to keep himself cooled by limiting his own blood flow.

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A masked man sat in the middle of a room that seemed to hold no real import aside from the seven stands against a wall that looked to await weapons along side a single massive sword on the wall. On the other side of the room was another set of swords but were not looked upon with as high recognition. One just as large as the man and the opposing sword but with far more...sharpened edges. The other seemed to be a regular katana in its scabbard with no real defining characteristics. The man that sat in the middle of the room seemed to be more statue than anything, remaining motionless and seemingly without breath.

But a sudden change in the surrounding would change this, as would the voices of others. A single hand would reach out and place a single fingertip onto the ground before it and soft words would be spoken. "Chiton, Kotsuniku." The room would seemingly fade to black as two figures would instantly catch the masks attention and it was not the only ones but the one's to be the closest. The finger would raise from the ground and the jutsu's activation would end just as quickly as it had started.

The masked man would take the sword Ketsuekigasu and the katana Chikyu-jin to meet these individuals. With the massive sword on his back and the katana at his hip, he would not intend to hide his on coming with silent footsteps or hiding. If these were to be intruders or things of the nature, then dealing with them upfront would be the wisest course of action. If they were otherwise, well, he was always in the business of making friends.

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The sound of footsteps alerted Denrei of a new presence. From the shadows he observed a man entering the room, wearing a white robe and a kasa. The slight movement of his head towards Denrei’s location did not go unnoticed, and for a split second the former Boufuu-nin was expecting an attack. Instead he turned away from Denrei once more, traced his steps (out loud) towards the statue and ran up its surface before taking off his cloak and kasa, giving Denrei a better look at this person.

The contrast between this man’s appearance and Denrei’s own was almost poetic. Denrei was a dark-skinned man with even darker hair and ditto eyes.  The stranger’s skin was pale to the point of almost emitting a blue-ish glow, with snow-white hair. But the most curious thing were his eyes. Covered in a milky veil, the light had long faded from them, and they were now simply a discarded tool, their usefulness long gone. It explained why he never bothered to look at Denrei’s direction.  

”He’s blind... but he seems to have developed a keen sense of hearing to compensate.”, he thought. The scrawling of his pencil on paper produced only the slightest of sounds. Not something even shinobi would notice as fast as this individual had. ”His movement doesn’t seem impaired by his lack of vision.. judging by how accustomed he appears to be to his disadvantage, he’s been like this for a while. Possibly before joining Ouraboros.” Denrei smiled. What an interesting case! If he had been recruited into this organization after losing his sight, it could only mean that he had learned to become a powerful fighter using his other senses.

”I’m drawing, actually. I’m a bit of an artist, and I’m using the statue as a source of inspiration for my new artwork.”, he answered to the man’s question. He spoke truthfully, although he chose not to explain that his artworks and his jutsu were essentially the same thing. He didn’t feel like divulging information about his fighting style just yet, even if the man appeared to be on the same team as Denrei. One could never be too certain, and he would much rather be overly cautious if only to make a good first impression. He watched the man kick off his sandals and sink into the shadows, only his feet remaining visible. A small detail on the statue, easily missed in the bigger picture.

Just then, another man made his entrance, no doubt coming to investigate the sudden sound. This individual was cloaked and masked; useful if he wanted to conceal his identity, useless if he wanted to avoid drawing attention. With a sword that big, anyone would be concerned. It also served to draw attention from the much smaller sword at his hip, although Denrei felt that, should he ever end up fighting this man, forgetting about the katana completely could prove a deadly mistake. The man wore a cloak that was slightly different from the standard Ouraboros cloak, yet the fact that he seemed to come from deeper within the base as well as the confidence in his step hinted that he was used to this place, and thus was affiliated with the criminal group. As he came closer to Denrei, he noticed that he, too, had a ring resembling Denrei’s own.

”I hope I didn’t startle any of you. My name is Denrei Sashikami. I’ve only just arrived here, so you two have the honour of being the first fellow Ouraboros members that I meet.” Having been noticed, he discarded his place in the shadows and stepped towards the statue. He had been revealed, and the shadows would have been unable to hide him from a man who relied on sound anyway. Coming to a stop a few meters in front of the statue, he looked up at where the blind man was now hidden and then at the masked man. He then threw off his grey travelling cloak, revealing the Ouroboros cloak underneath, having slightly left it open at the collar to reveal a bit of his bare chest as well as his old Boufuugakure headband, with a scratch through it as was custom to the organization. Leaving the heavy travelling cloak behind felt good; even though it was much cooler inside the base than the ruins themselves, Denrei still found the cloak way too hot for this environment.

”Aaah, much better.”, he exclaimed with a sigh. Despite appearing relatively at ease, he kept a watchful eye on both members, and was ready to retaliate should he come under attack. In terms of behaviour, Denrei’s dark nature was in stark contrast with his typical disposition. Often appearing cheerful and mellow, people were quick to brush Denrei aside as harmless. This often proved to be a huge mistake, and had become one of the former Boufuu-jounin’s favourite tricks to make enemies underestimate him. It also made Denrei all the more unpredictable. He could perfectly mask his murderous intent if he so desired to.

”So then.”, he said as he audibly cracked his neck, grateful for the comfort of lighter clothing. ”Anyone feel like helping out the new guy? You can start with your names, if I may be so bold to ask?”

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"One...Two...Three..Four...four steps in total I just heard.....Two people are in this room Tamashi's ears peaked and twitched a bit as he paid close attention to the footsteps that were coming closer to the statue, based on where it was coming from, it had to be the man who was drawing earlier. Tamashi rose to his feet and took off the torso part of his organization robe and got both arm sleeves of the robe and tide and wrapped both of them around his waist like a shoelace without the loop. The natural breeze brushed against his skin, feeling alive once more and feeling free from the bondage of wearing clothes. Having a natural breeze versus the breeze that comes from another person or object is different. This breeze was pure and relaxing to him as a smile left his face. As the man got closer to the statue, Tamashi shifted from his position and calculated the meters that the man had approach the statue, as each of his steps got louder, Tamashi pinpointed the man's exact spot that he left his position and appeared right behind the man. He now stood right behind the man facing his back, also having heard at what the man just said about introduction, he was positive that he was right behind the man since the voice was leading more towards his direction rather than the opposite direction.

"Denrei Sashikami... My name is Tamashi Uchiha... I also am new to this organization and Since I am a Uchiha, It must be disappointing to know that I am blind and that my eyes can't be stolen. However, What I have lost I have gained, since Genjutsu of the sight can't afflict me, which means the sharingan is useless when it comes to genjutsu. It's better to be blind than to face the genjutsu of a sharingan. Of course how would I know? I'm blind!" Tamashi laughed to himself as it was humor that hid his real emotion of sadness that he didn't like being blind. He couldn't show that to the other members since it would appear that he is weak. Tamashi now walking to a near by pillar which he keeps his walk at a slow pace and counting the meters and feet in his head to where his last position was. He does this because he wants to memorize where everything is in this base. He takes his steps forward to where the Kasa landed and lifted the Kasa from the ground and placed it over his head to conceal his eyes from everyone else. Tamashi finally arriving at a near by pillar and turning his body around and leaning his back against the sturdy well designed pillar that had it's cracks here and there, but overall it was strong to lean against. Tamashi now had folded his arms across his chest and placed his right heel against the pillar, with the other part of the bare foot touching the ground. Tamashi exhaled a yawn from his mouth as he awaited for possibly more members to arrive.

Tamashi now went from a standing position to sitting down against the pillar. He sat down indian style and had both his hands open as his outer forearms rested against the side knee of both his legs, as he began to meditate and inhale and exhale, exchanging air which is noticeable by his facial expression expanding and releasing. Tamashi kept calm and relaxing as he had both his ears paying close attention to any sound that would alarm him in anyway. Even the most faint sound, like a leaf hitting the floor. Most people wouldn't be able to detect that, but Tamashi being three decades of being blind, his hearing has dramatically increase over time. Tamashi is a peaceful man who thinks about the conflict he did to his village this very day. Tamashi is different than most people in this organization, since his crime was really breaking out of prison and not the assassination of the former kage of his village, where the council members and those who were there that day, blame him for the crime. Tamashi tries to not think about the events but every now and then it comes back into his mind.

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The masked individual came to a slow and steady halt with its arms at its sides. The mask turned its attention toward the first to speak out his name. Speaking of how he had just arrived himself and that he had not come into contact with any other members of the organization and asked for guidance. He would then follow through with asking for the names of the two of them. The mask would then turn its attention away from Denrei to the other that would proclaim himself to be Tamashi Uchiha.

The name rang out to him but he was not quite able to place it at that moment but it would come to him, that much was sure. He too claimed to be a newcomer to the Ouraboros but they would not be here if they were not qualified. He continued to speak about how he was blind and made it a point to say that. It was then that the name came to mind. It was due to the fact that he was from Hyouga. It was a mixed feelings as usual when it came to the village hidden in the glacier but it would not let this cloud his judgement.

The masked individual would watch as the blind Uchiha would move to a new location to call his own for the time being. The masked individual would look to Denrei and speak "Ketsueki. Lee Ketsueki. Formerly of the land hidden in the glacier." He would keep his upward posture and his motions the same. "If there are any more questions, I will answer them to the best of my abilities."

‘Three voices huh.’ Storms mind went to work as he stood at the entrance to the Ouraboros cave. He had come to the base once again, his heart hoping to meeting the leader. Unlike last time, he was given the chance to meet three members instead of one. On his last visit, he had met one by the name of Sheffield, a female kunoichi with great cooking skills; but, she was not the leader of the organization. Maybe this time the leader will present himself.

The ninja began to contemplate a nice and safe way of meeting the others, with no potential harm coming to him. This organization had many infamous shinobi in it, some probably waiting for a chance to strike at the other members. For all Storm knew, all three voices could be waiting for a chance to strike, or there could be more than three inside the cave. He liked to play things safely, with a one hundred percent chance of him surviving.

Storm spent a moment thinking, then set to motion the best strategy he had. He moved his fingers up to his chest, then made a handsign signaling an infamous jutsu. ‘Kage bunshin no jutsu,’ he thought, as he created an exact chakra clone to the right of him. It appeared out of white smoke, having the same stature and clothing as Storm.

The real ninja took off his backpack, then dug inside of it to pull out his Ouraboros robe. He was shirtless, his full 6 pack of abs showing for everyone to see. His pants were black wrap pants, specially made for ninja’s in constant combat. His clone wore the same; however, it did place on the Ouraboros robe Storm gave it.

The shadow clones job was to walk inside and pretend to be the real Storm. If anything happened to the clone, information about what happened to it, who attacked it, and who it met would flow straight to Storms mind. This jutsu was the best for information gathering, even better for keeping Storm away from harm.

The clone gave a nod to the real Storm, then began its descent into the cave. Instantly would everyone know his presence, when he would take his first step into the solid ground. The sandals the clone wore would begin to clack as it met the ground, sending sound waves throughout the entire cave. If no one noticed the sounds, then they would most likely be deaf. The clone would slowly make its way into the cave, each step sounding as loud as the last. For the others inside, it would almost seem like a century has passed before the clone would actually show itself. And as it got closer, it would begin to make words loud enough for everyone to here.

“Denrei Sashikame, Tamashi Uchiha and Lee Ketsueki,” it would say as it got closer to the gedo statue room. “Hello there, my name…” It would pause for a moment while finally revealing itself, its dark and watchful eyes noticing everyone in the room. If no one attacked it, or made a move towards it, it would continue. “Is, Storm Uchiha; another Ouraboros member. Nice to meet you all.”

Meanwhile, outside the cave entrance, the real Storm would be looking around for anyone who was near the base perimeters. If he found none, he would climb the cave to its top, where he would begin meditating, waiting for anything bad to happen to his clone.  

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Real Storm Chakra 150/250 Clone Storm Chakra 150/150:

Getting into fights was always fun especially when the enemy didn't expect Sakra to be a tough component. Sakra knew better though to draw attention to her but every now and then a fight couldn't be helped. These days she always felt like she was running somewhere or doing something. Only at night did she take some time to just stop and let the world move around here. After she saw Tamashi again, since he left the village, her life started to feel like it might have meaning. She smiled to herself as she thought of him. He asked her to join this organization called Oraborous after he found out she went rogue and she accepted. Sakra is the type of person who's good with working with others. About a week ago, Tamashi met up with Sakra and explained where the meeting place was located. Yes, the blind guy gave her directions Sakra chuckled. She always forgets that Tamashi is blind.

Getting back to this little fight, to summarize what caused it basically some guy who works at this small market caught Sakra trying to take untouched bread. I mean nobody seemed to want to eat it, why let food go to waste, Sakra thought as she scooped up the bread and tried to leave quietly. The market guy was watching her though and grabbed her arm as he yelled, “Thief!” Oh no Sakra thought. She stomped on the man’s foot really hard making him yelp as he let go of her arm and she took off running down an alley. Sakra didn't think the guy would run after her because he looked kind of old but his endurance seemed to be of a young man.

Sakra knew she wouldn't out run him for long and it would bring to much attention to her. She swung around to face her attacker. He ran right towards her with his left fist out as if he was about to punch her. She side stepped him let her right fist come around and punched him in the stomach. The market guy flew back into the nearest wall. One punch is all it takes, Sakra thought as she fled the scene. Most people don't realize how strong she is just by her appearance. Sakra noticed the time and realized she needed to head over for the meeting and hopefully Tamahsi’s directions would be correct. As she ran out of the town she noticed how hot it was today. She thought of her old village and how it was always cold there.

Sakra was wearing her light outfit to protect her from the blazing sun but to also keep her cool since the material wasn’t heavy. She always liked to add a little style to it with the shoulders having slits and her white vest on. Sakra was always wearing leggings and her boots that were light so she wouldn't sweat too much. Lastly on her head she wore her headband, this too protected her head from getting overheated. She carried a backpack today carrying the robe for the organization. Sakra didn't want to put it on till she got there seeing it might draw the wrong attention in some places. Once, she was far enough she took the bread that she had thrown into her bag, before the chase, out. As she walked she ate the bread slowly.

It took about two hours before she could see the cavern of where the meeting was being held. Finally, she thought as she wiped her forehead with the back of her right hand. Sakra knew to be cautious so before she made another step she would check to see who’s around. “Byakugan,” Sakra said as her vision became clearer to any persons chakra in the cavern. She could see four bodies chakra. She looked at each of them closely and recognized Tamashi. Sakra felt a little relieved. Something did catch her eye though. There was another chakra close by the cavern almost as if he were hiding. Sakra than noticed that one of the chakra’s was of a clone most likely from that person who was hiding. Well everyone takes their own precaution, she thought.

As long as Tamashi was inside it would be okay. She took out the robe that she had gotten and put it on as Sakra made her way inside the cavern. She felt as if she were a little late. She entered seeing three unfamiliar faces and then Tamashi. “Hello everyone,” Sakra said. “Sorry if I’m running late, Tamashi’s directions were a little hard to follow,” she continued and then laughed a little. “My name is Sakra Hyuuga,” Sakra said and then made her way over to where Tamashi sat Indian style. This isn’t too bad Sakra thought. “Hello Tamashi,” Sakra said as she sat down near him. She noticed that Tamashi seemed to be thinking, probably about the past. Sakra waited to see what would happen next.

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The place was getting more crowded by the minute. Just after Tamashi introduced himself and explained his condition, followed by Lee’s short and formal reply, a fourth person entered the room and introduced himself as Storm Uchiha.  It seemed the legendary sharingan clan was well represented within the Ouraboros. Yet one of its members lacked the very thing that had made the Uchiha so infamous in the first place. He, too, was new to the Ouraboros, and for him this was also probably the first time he learned of the presence of another Uchiha in the group. One that was in possession of exactly that which Tamashi had been robbed of. The blind man admitted his condition without shame, but how would this keep up when faced with Storm? Already the group dynamics were getting interesting. How would things play out between the two?

The other man, Lee, was exactly what came to mind when Denrei thought of the Hidden Glacier. Cold, to the point and professional. He displayed no hostility or ill intentions, yet was distant. He seemed to be a man of a few words, someone who spoke no more than was absolutely necessary and revealed only what he felt other people needed to know. Yet he seemed willing to inform Denrei further about the organization, which was something the former Boufuu-nin appreciated. It was something Denrei would get back too later, at his own pace. For now, he was more interested in the Uchiha.    

”You’ve managed to make your disadvantage your strength, and used it to become a shinobi worthy of Ouraboros’ attention. For that, I salute you.”, he said to Tamashi. This was a genuine statement; what Tamashi had accomplished was something Denrei could respect. There was dignity to it. Even if it left him unable to appreciate Denrei’s art.. ”And Lee, thank you for the offer. There are things I’d like to know, especially concerning the Ouraboros’ organization. But these things can wait...” He wanted to get a good idea of who he would be working with from now on.

”Pleased to meet you, Storm.” Another serious character, it seemed. Denrei was beginning to feel somewhat out of place here, with his jovial manners and cheerful demeanour. Why were shinobi always so solemn? Was it the natural cause of experience, especially regarding death? Was it Denrei’s ability to remain so cheerful despite having committed acts that most “normal” people considered terrible that caused him to become labelled a freak? Was it the ease and even enthusiasm with which he performed these acts? Ironically those same people benefited from those acts or sometimes even ordered Denrei to commit them.

”Keh.... and then I’m the strange one...”

Ah, but his mind was starting to wander. There would be a time to ponder life later, for another person entered the room. A girl this time. She seemed more cheerful than the other members, even mustering a little laugh. She also seemed to be an acquaintance of Tamashi. With the way she greeted him and immediately sat next to him, she seemed to regard him as a friend, or at least someone she trusted well enough to seek out in a room full of new people. ”Denrei Sashikami.”, he repeated with a curt nod towards Sakra. She was a Hyuuga. From what Denrei had heard the Hyuuga were very professional and tended to be stiff, cold and distant. This Sakra didn’t seem to embody that general thought. As a matter of fact, she didn’t seem like a criminal that would join an organization like Ouraboros, at least in terms of behaviour.

”Then again, neither do I...”

”Well then, Lee-san.”, he started, turning towards the man with the mask and the large sword again. ”Since you offered to tell me what I want to know, I’m curious about the organization of Ouraboros. Before now, I’ve only heard rumours about a group of powerful missing-nin who had grouped together for an unknown purpose. Perhaps you could tell me what you know of that purpose. How are we organized? What types of missions do we accept?”

He then reached a crucial detail. None of the group had introduced himself as the leader. Denrei had half-expected whoever commanded these hardened criminals to be present at the arrival of so many new members, yet he was nowhere to be seen or perhaps hiding in the shadows. If the latter was the case, now would be the right time to present himself. ”Who exactly is the leader?”

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"BAD DIRECTIONS!?!?!?!" thats when Tamashi picked up a small rock from his left side off the ground and purposely missed attempting to hit her with the rock, since the rock landed on to far to her right side, which showed how blind this man really was. This wasn't the case but to deceive the others into thinking he can't really hit his target, however that wasn't true since he could of easily went by what direction did the voice come from, then using the sound and the meters to where he was and doing a few theories on where the person was coming from, whether the person was standing still or walking closer to them. Tamashi chose to ignore all that and make himself appear to be that much weaker since he was blind and that is what he wanted to do. Deceive those so that he can easily gain the upper hand when there guard is down. Tamashi knew he missed since he heard the rock hit the floor so quickly. "God damn it! YOU ARE SO LUCKY I CAN'T SEE YOU!" She then came close and sat next to him. Tamashi moved his face the opposite direction as he heard her sit near him. "Such a poopie head, that rock should of hit you." Tamashi then focused more on the man who introduced himself as Storm Uchiha. Tamashi rose up from his seat and walked over to the same line of sight that Storm Uchiha's clone stood at, with Tamashi completely standing and facing the opposite direction on where the clone was actually facing. Tamashi's back was shown to the clone's frontal view, both being 10 meters away from each other. This static was to deceive Storm into thinking that not only is the blind Uchiha bad at throwing, but also not knowing where his target was actually standing. When in fact Tamashi knew very well where the man was, but he simply chose to be seen as a person who everyone would think to themselves, on how he got into this organization in the first place if he is this bad. Tamashi then began to talk out loud to Storm, "Listen here, I don't like you, and the fact that you walk around with those precious sharingan eyes still intact, you are the cursed one here and not me. Tamashi then extending his right arm forward and pointing at Denrei as he says all this. Tamashi would now seem like a blind idiot who just made a fool out of himself to the organization.

Tamashi then spoke once more to Storm Uchiha. "And one day when you lose your eyes, I will be standing here laughing! and taste my rock fury Storm!" Tamashi then picking up a small rock from the ground and throwing it over at Denrei, as it completely misses him and lands near Lee. Tamashi shown that he had made his point across as he folded his arms across his chest and still had his guard up all this time, to see if anyone would try to strike at him, but Tamashi was ready for anything since his ears were ready to pick up the most faint of sounds.

Tamashi then made his walk over next to Sakra, as he sat right next to her and laid his head on her legs as he stared up at the ceiling of the base. "What a beautiful ceiling this place has." Tamashi laughed to himself as it was a clear joke to indicate that he wasn't blind at all, but everyone knew he was blind since his eyes would remain close at all times and even if he opened his eyes, there wouldn't be any eye balls at all. Tamashi had awaited to see what might unfold and what will the organization be at this point in time. Will we be paired up in teams and go into villages and attempt to take on bijuus or eliminate the lives of Kage, Tamashi wanted to know like the others, on what this organization had to offer to him. Tamashi then thought to himself maybe each member would become Kages of a village and dominate the world like that, now this would be interesting.

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The smell of death was strong in the air as Rina came into the main room dragging a merchant’s horse into the center of the room floor. Looking around Rina could hear and see other people in the room with her. People she never meet before continuing to go on by her business Rina would get up and skip back outside drooling everywhere dragging in the merchant by the neck next. The man was still alive but crying as he was being dragged into a dark cave. The man looked around trying to see what was going on around him as he heard voices. “Oh god someone please help me I know what there is someone here please save me from the beast I don’t know what to do.” He cried out to the people in the room. Rina would let go of the man throat allowing him to get up and run for his life as the man started to run towards the light Rina would jump onto the man’s back ripping out his jugular with her teeth. Dragging his dead body towards the horse Rina would begin to tear at the man stomach removing all the organs and pushing his body away from her. Running back outside she would bring in the merchants sack that held man items mostly jewels and cookware. Pulling two pans out the man’s sack Rina would begin to bang them on the ground hard. The sound of the pans hitting the ground would echo loudly across the entire room. She would then grab the jewels looking at them putting a diamond in her mouth trying to break it after sitting there suckling on the diamond she would spit it out and throw it at the giant statue. Rina then started to throw the jewels in the air hitting them at the statue with the pans. After running out of the jewels she would run up towards the statue hitting it with both pans growling at the statue. Rina started to cry, squirm, and wiggle around in a circle. After a while Rina would start to throw things around destroying the main room as she attempted to get out of the bothersome clothes she had to wear to look normal. Taking her clothes off she would begin to run around in her undergarment. This was a purplish black one piece suit with bats on the leg parts and a wine red bathing suit type top over that with a hole in the back for her tail. The upper part of the outfit had no back to it so it allowed her to have space for her underdeveloped wings to be free even though she couldn’t use them to fly, Rina liked to be comfortable. Turning back towards the dead horse that had to be dead for more than five days and half eaten was giving off the strongest smell of death and decay possible. Rina would run and slide over to the horse beginning to eat the raw decayed and rotten horse. Her tails would wave around in the air violently as she tore into the horse.

Noise echoed through the cavern of the Ouraboros' main base, traveling through the connected corridors, bringing life to what was normally such a quiet, dreary place. Very out of the normal and it wouldn't need any more then such to attracted Hisame's attention, awaking her from her light rest within the depths of her room. Being without a home or village, it was rather common for member of the organization known as Ouraboros to rest here between activity. Stretching a bit, she arose and made her way towards the noise. It wouldn't take longer than a few minute for the women to make it to the main room of the Gedo Statue, exiting one of the upper hallways within the cavern. She exited onto a higher ledge, which would overlook the room a bit, which would allow her to peer down at the source of all the commotion. She had known about the meeting several days in advance, allowing herself to in term arrive at the base a few days prior, as her summon had indicated.

Holding the scrap of paper with the word correlating to that of her Ourabros ring, bya, she yawned and decided it was about time to make her presence more noteworthy, as well a take a closer look at the fresh meat that had joined the organization. Being a shinobi of immense skill and perception, she could already begin evaluating, to a degree, the members and traits of those who now stood within the main hall. There were six, not counting herself, four of which were new. She listened as they introduced themselves and spoke a bit, as well as displayed the strange acts of the one Uchiha who seemed to be blind. He seemed to be a complete fool, though anyone who could have made it in the Ouraboros, couldn't be that foolish. Using a makeshift, cliff that served as a ramp way to the ledge she was standing on, Hisame made her way down to the group, to officially become a part of the meeting. Her presence slightly masked by the antics of those below. She would change this by then speaking, a bit louder than normal, to make sure she was heard over the havoc that Rina was now causing.

"I heard we were getting some new recruits, but I would never have imagined this." she said as crossed her arms, making her way down to them. Making a note and speaking as she glanced at each of them. "An artist", looking at Denrei and making note of his drawing; "A sentimental.", looking over at Sakra, noting towards her attachment to her friend, Tamashi . "A fool."; glancing to the man next to Sakra, Tamashi, noting his behavior; and lastly, "A coward.", peering over at Storm with a bit of a sideways glare, noting that something was off about his presence, though she couldn't say what exactly.

Upon reacting the bottom of the walkway, she glanced over at Rina, who was now devouring the long deceased and decaying horse. It's stench rather unpleasant between the smell of rot and defecation. Alas, not overly surprising to her, having watched over Rina since her admission into the Ouraboros and being rather used to the way she acted. Being such she tried her best to ignore the smell and walked over to the group, adverting her attention to Lee now. "Ah, Lee, good to see you're not dead. It's been some time since I last saw you, so I was starting to wonder if you had finally gotten yourself into some form of trouble that may have ended with your untimely demise." She chuckled a bit as she said this, having met Lee before and knowing how he enjoys a good fight. Her amusement aside though, Hisame decided that it would be best to introduce herself, as well as Rina, due to the fact that she was unable to speak. "Greetings, my name is Hisame Metarumasutā and this little one behind me is Rina Mara. Please forgive her sudden display and lack of communication. She's unable to speak and is a bit ravenous. Being so, I greatly suggest not sticking your hands or fingers anywhere near her mouth, just for good measure." A slim grin stretched across her face a bit as she wondered how these new comers would react. Even hardened criminals had at least some reaction how the ways in which Rina acted. She wondered what sort of reactions she would see from them. Even better, maybe she wouldn't see any at all, which would certainly be just as interesting.

Even if Rina didn't catch much attention from the new comers, Hisame certainly may have. Her comments thus far being rather sharp and rough around the edges, acting as little pokes to see if she can get reactions to stir from those who now take on the role as members of Ouraboros. Hisame herself, stood much like Lee did, being an older member as well. Despite this however, she didn't hide herself behind a mask or even really the standard cloak. Her attire was rather light, being that she was a former member of the destroyed village of Kazangakure and was aware of the heat the place was well known for. Her outfit composed of a mid skirt and mesh leggings, with average shinobi boots. She wore a tighter, black shirt, that left her shoulders exposed and sleeves that went up her arms. She wore an apron like sash around her waist, which hide her ninja tool pouch and bore the symbol of the Ouraboros, as well as a necklace that did the same. She had a more mature figure, that was completely devoid of any form of marks or scars, which was unusual for a shinobi and long, raven like hair that seemed to carry a bit of a midnight blue to it. She was certainly a bit of eye candy for sure, but underneath the beauty that she was, was a killer who held no mercy on the battlefield. Something in which these pieces of fresh meat would certainly come to know in the coming days.

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The mask would ever so slowly turn its attention in the direction of the newcomer that listed off the names as they were announced prior. He would then speak about himself being another Uchiha member. Lee would nod his head in his direction as a greeting and a welcome. Along with this one came another just shortly after, this one was a woman that spoke her apologies for arriving in such a late fashion as she had done because of Tamashi's seemingly bad directions.

This one was a Hyuga. She would go and take a seat by Tamashi as he was the seemingly the only one that she knew out of the group so it was understandable. Denrei would speak about Tamashi's blindness as being a greater strength to which he would have to see about in the future. Lee would then turn his attention to Denrei and nod his head in his direction at the thanks and would listen as the question was asked of him. "We are just as organized as any growing organization would be. We all have different reasons for being here and some of those reasons are what shape how the Ouraboros works. As for missions, that is a bit more complicated." There was a bit of a pause and then the question of whom the leader was came forth.

Before he would answer, Tamashi would speak out rather loudly in his protest of Sakra and her problems with his directions. He would then aim to throw a rock but would seemingly miss halfheartedly. Thankfully the mask would hide any sort of faces or gestures he would have. For someone that could pinpoint a person's location from steps and sounds, this was...not really all that new as Lee did not know much about this person. Lee would then watch as the rock would move through the air and then come to land at the ground beside him.

It was then that Lee was about to continue with his answer but there was the sudden sounds a cries for help. This was to be coming from Rina's room and was something that was not all that uncommon for him at least. But just as the screaming was halted, there was another familiar voice and his attention would turn toward it. Hisame would let her presence be known to which Lee would nod his head in her direction as she acknowledged him and would place a hand on his chest and bow ever so slightly "I have had my fair run-in's but so far, I've kept death at bay for the time being Hisame. You are looking well." He would then let Hisame speak her name and about Rina.

He would straighten back his posture and then look back toward Denrei. "The leader of the Ouraboros is...enigmatic at best."

Storm sat on top of the base, continuing his meditation. He calmed all thoughts in his mind and became the Oraboros base sole protection. If anyone were to come uninvited, they would be greeted by flames more fierce than hell itself. Since his meditation, he had only spotted one being. Her name, her face, her stature he knew not, but her accessory was enough to tell Storm that she was a part of this organization, so he left her alone. He continued watching, and would most likely continue all day if need be, until a situation called for him.

While the real Storm was outside meditating, the fake was inside dealing with all sorts of trouble. First was the woman, who came in extremely happy, as though the world was made of daisies and rainbows. The clone enjoyed her and Tamashi’s bante, it did bring him some entertainment. However, what he did not enjoy was what happened next. The other Uchiha rose from his seat and walked towards the clone, turning in the other direction and spitting out nonsense from his mouth. His words were as insolent as he seemed, and yet his purpose for verbally attacking Storm was successful. He wanted to effect Storm, so Storm’s clone felt discuss for being compared to this fool by last name.

Not wanting to hear anymore, Storm’s clone turned and began walking when Tamashi began speaking again. The clones foot steps would be heavy, and would nearly out weight the sound that Tamashi made. All the while, Storm’s clone’s chin would be held high, its eyes nearly closed, and its facial expression very serious. Once Tamashi was done speaking, Storm would stop his large steps and turn towards the other Uchiha. “I must warn you, I don’t respond well to threats. That was your only warning.”

No matter what would be said afterwards, unless it was another threat, Storm’s clone would continue its walk, and never speak to Tamashi again during this meeting. It would find a nice corner to rest at the far back of the cave, trying its best to stay as far away from everyone as it could.

Storm was never the meeting type, having a preference for staying quiet and out of the way of anyone. So, for the next minutes that came, he only watched as mayhem filled the cave, not making the slightest noise.

First, a little girl came into the building carrying a dead horse; second, a man was dragged into the room by said girl then killed; and finally, the girl took all of the merchants materials and played with them, nearly destroying the Clones ears in the process.

“This one is going to need a beating,” the clone thought as it watched everyone else's reaction to what was happening. Not long after the girl showed herself did another female appear. This female showed promise of power, unlike many of the other members in this base. Her first words were not very nice and only seemed to ensue the hatred of Storm’s clone as it stared at only her for the remaining time, not even looking at the kid that the female introduced. If she really cared to notice, then it would be clear to the one called ‘Hisame’ that Storm did not prefer the word ‘coward’ as a word used to describe himself.

Slowly Storm’s Clone’s eyes would close, and all malice would be erased. It had allowed a small fraction of itself to be readable, something the real Storm would not enjoy in learning. The one named Lee would speak about the Ouraboros situation next, which would bring to light a question from the clone. “So, if there is no leader, which from I see there isn’t, what is the purpose of keeping this organization alive? Other than salvation.”

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Sakra had to hold back the urge to laugh at Tamashi's actions. She knew he was acting as if he didn't know where everyone was in the room but she knew him better than that. Sakra nodded her head with a smile to the man who called himself Denrei Sashikami. She than watched as Tamashi continued to talk to the other Uchiha in the group who's name was Storm. This was a clone of the orginal Storm that Sakra had figured out while she was outside. Storm gave Tamashi a warning and than didn't speak to him again. Tamashi then walked back over to her and sat down, placing his head in her lap. Sakra smiled as Tamashi commented on the ceiling while she ran her fingers through his hair. She realized that people in the group would probably wonder how she could have possibly gotten in. Sure, Sakra might seem like a softy but she can be pretty tough. Everyone has their own past with different stories. The Hyuuga clan was known for people to be serious and cold but Sakra was different. She was always friendly to others. Her past made her stronger. Sakra didn't choose to go rogue but after what happened in the village it was either that or being tortured. She knew she wouldn't tell them what they wanted to know and would have ended up being killed. She looked down at Tamashi and knew this is where she belonged. Her and Tamashi met when they were younger.

   Sakra changed her attention to a man in the room who wore a mask named Lee. He started to talk about the organization. He mentioned that doing missions were more complicated. Sakra frowned a little for a second, she really wanted to do missions. A little girl with a tail came into the room next dragging a horse head. Sakra didn't really react not even after the girl dragged the merchant in and killed him. She realized it's not her place to judge and it be better to let the girl go on with her business. Sakra is used to seeing death. Back in the old days when she would go on high rank missions for her old village. Death was just an everyday thing but Sakra chooses to not think about it. Sakra came back from her thoughts and looked down at Tamashi, "Your obviously the poopie head here," she said so only he could hear her. Next a woman walked into the room. The woman looked tough. Sakra noticed she didn't have any scars on her. She each called the new recruits by a name. Sakra knew she was probably trying to get a reaction out of someone new but Sakra stayed silent. She didn't feel like getting into an argument with anyone.

   Tamashi isn't going to like being called a fool Sakra thought. First the woman spoke to the man named Lee which was wearing the mask. Those two are most likely original members and Rina too Sakra thought to herself. As she looked over at the little girl going through the dead man's sack. Then the woman introduced herself as Hisame Metarumasuta and mentioned the little girls name was Rina Mara. Sakra felt bad that the girl couldn't talk. "Hello Hisame and Rina," Sakra said to them. The new comers and Sakra were all wondering who the leader was here though. Lee called the leader enigmatic but that still didn't answer everyones question. Sakra than looked at Storm. He was off to the side and sitting with his eyes closed. She guessed the real Storm was outside waiting to see if a fight broke out.

   He was most likely listening to everyone talk as well. He than spoke out asking about the leader of the organziation, questioniong if there even was one. Sakra was busy thinking to herself about that too, Who is the leader?  "There must be someone who's the leader or at least the person that started this organization," Sakra said to the one's who seemed to be original Ouraborus members. She made a small joke looking at Tamashi, "I know the leader can't be you." Sakra then laughed a little. The atmosphere in the room was a little tense so Sakra tried to lighten the mood. If we're all to be in a group we need to work together she said to herself. Sakra looked around the room and realized it was a pretty solid group. She could tell everyone had their own techniques and experiences from their past. Sakra knew she's had her share throughout the years. She continued to sit there waiting to see if they would reveal the leader or at least explain a little more about the organization.

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Sheffield had yet to enter the Ouroboros den, a hidden network within Kazangakure which served as the headquarters of the criminal organization. Sheffield had been a member to the organization for a while and had never formally met any of the other members except one of the new members. The assassin preferred to keep to herself for the most part and avoid people, so she rarely stayed at the base and conversed with the other members. Aside from the promising Uchiha which was new, Sheffield knew of three others- old members like herself. She knew their names but not much about them at all, mostly just rumors about them from terrified or awe-filled spectators.

It was amazing the amount of information one could obtain from being incognito and paying attention to their surroundings. So many rumors go by, all of which have bits of truth in them. The easy part was listening, the hard part was separating exaggeration from reality; as a member of the Onmyoton, Sheffield had a special sense of distinguishing fake from real. With no knowledge certain, all she knew was that as members of Ouroboros and living so long in the hostile environment, the members must be skilled indeed.

She was curious to meet them and this was the right time to do so. While she had been away hunting, she had received word about a meeting that was supposed to take place today. Fortunate for the assassin, she was close to the base and took her leisure time in returning after a successful assassination. Sheffield had stayed back a bit and monitored the surroundings, more careful than most about precautions. Undetected, she had watched a small number of inconspicuous people enter the ruins of Kazangakure. Most likely members of Ouroboros or treasure hunters even. So... four recruits? Or maybe invaders..

She licked her lips as she thought about the fun she could have in such a dreadfully abandoned village, full of shadows and unknown places that she could harass and manipulate possible invaders from. Chances were more likely they were Ourobors members though, very few if any treasure hunters had come back to the village since earlier that year when Sheffield manipulated a small group of such treasure hunters to believe there were no more secrets or valuables left within the abandoned village. Surely word had spread to other hunters than the abandoned village was also abandoned of possessions worth looking for.

I guess I should get going and meet these people. I wonder if my new buddy Storm will be there... she thought to herself as she licked her lips and thought about his Uchiha eyes. She had plans with those eyes, but for now they served a greater purpose than she could instil in the new Ouroboros member. She dropped down from her perch on the rocks, still very well hidden between the color of the rocks. She wore a cloak of the same contrast as the rock to blend in as she traveled amongst the area around Kazangakure: the last thing she wanted was for someone to notice a shady figure going into an abandoned village.

She had watched long enough to wait for any pursuers or stragglers, whoever those people were- they were skilled enough to avoid being followed. Confident the others were all there, she began to hum a small melody, a song she herself had written while still a famous singer in Tsukigakure. A small grin appeared on her lips as she hummed, wondering if anyone could identify her for the Diva of Requiems. The song she hummed was about the life of a woman trapped in darkness and unable to find any gleams of light. It as a poetic song, full of irony about her own life- able to find shades of darkness inside the darkness and finding her way within the darkness while never touching the light.

Sheffield was dark through and through, any good in her had been abandoned as a very small child when she had been given orders to assassinate her own parents. Back then when she worked as a prodigy assassin of the Onmyoton clan within Tsukigakure, she had been reborn as an instrument of death rather than a human. She lacked the fine touch of reality and caring; she saw everything as a means to an end, manipulating and killing. Despite her personal darkness, she was a great actor- able to fully suppress her darkness with facades. She used these characteristics to her advantage to appear normal, blend in and achieve whatever goal she desired.

She trusted no one, and as she approached the secret entrance of the base; she steeled herself to the personality she decided best for this encounter. She would possess a dominant and powerful but quiet disposition when dealing with the full number of members. This was closest to her true self, although she omitted the desire to kill all of them here and now because of they possible threats they could pose to her future plans. Sheffield possessed a terribly powerful killing intent; the mark of an assassin. She repressed that killing intent though, even if meeting these members was a 50/50 chance she would either kill them or learn enough about them to manipulate them from within the organization.

Her manipulation was not always detrimental in nature, such as in Storm Uchiha's case; although it would eventually inconvenience him for a time, he would grow to appreciate her plan for him even if he didn't know any of it yet himself. She enjoyed Storm's nature, quiet and distant- but she had not been impressed; what about now? Would any of these members be able to impress the apathetic assassin? Her eyes were full of darkness like her song suggested and prevented her from desiring to make friends. The Ouroboros members were just skilled shinobi, both equally dangerous and useful to her. Whether they lived or died, that was up to them- though she knew she wasn't permitted to kill anyone except traitors.. of which she had already taken the liberty of taking care of their last traitor.


Once inside the base, Sheffield stood motionless and controlled her breathing as she let her eyes grow accustomed to this shade of darkness. There was a saying that darkness always came before the light. In a poetic sense, this was true because the outskirts of the base were lined in darkness like a cavern tunnel system. Only those who knew how to navigate the maze could find the lit part of the base where "business" was conducted.

Sheffield traveled a short distance until she recognized a figure in the darkness, she grinned knowing this one had already noticed him even though her footsteps were perfectly silent. Hello again Storm. was all she said to him in a neutral tone, a tone she had never used with him. She treated him friendly in a motherly way in the passed, but today she was in no position to treat him special. She didn't want any of the others to assume she had ulterior motives within the organization. Storm was a smart Uchiha, most likely chalking it up to her "need" to possess a strong appearance to the rest of the members of the notorious group- much in the way he himself was being cautious with a shadow clone.

She went passed him after a short and very neutral greeting and headed to where the others were surely already there. She had arrived silently in the shadows like an assassin just as the little girl known as Rina entered and caused quite the commotion with the victim merchant screaming. Her silent footsteps were covered by the man's screams, her figure hid in the shadow and away from careful eyes as she used the commotion to enter the room and watch the others and learn what she could before letting herself be known. These were skilled shinobi and surely one of them would eventually see that she was within the room at some pint- but how or when she had gotten there? Who knew.

She leaned against the bottom of the Gedo statue in the darkest part of the room where the shadows of the light reflected back to her, only her eyes stared out. She was a tall woman and incredibly gifted in the womanly assets and charms. She possessed long golden hair and light gold/hazel eyes. She did no longer where the tan cloak, it was tucked away with her Ourboros cloak and she stood in the shadows, concealed yet wearing somewhat revealing clothing. A skin-tight leather black and gold suit that fit well and comfortably but did not squeak like cheap leather did. The front of her leather outfit was cut out into an extremely low "V-shaped" front, barely covering her breasts but revealing an unhealthy amount of her cleavage and down to her belly-button. Two leather straps reached across her hips from front to back, mesh covering the gaps between her leather outfit and going down her legs tightly. Her ninja tool pouch rested comfortably on her left hip.

She smiled from the shadows as she watched the little girl gnaw on the meat from both the now deceased man as well as the rotting horse. Out of all the members so far, the little girl impressed her the most. The artsy one in the corner seemed not interesting at all- he seemed a bit emotional and more cheerful than necessary given his position in the notorious organization. She despised that.

The blind Uchiha had only made himself a fool for playing his "blind" card. Any shinobi who used their brain would know that someone like him who had gotten here by himself and was even part of the organization would be more skilled than he portrayed himself as an incompetent idiot. She bit her lip, really wanting to speak out and show the man how foolish he was making himself.

Along with him, was a female shinobi who seemed more inclined to the blind Uchiha- possibly a lover? The two knew each other well, that much was clear as the blind Uchiha rested his head in the woman's lap. She was too cheerful as well, though she responded in an impressive way when witnessing Rina's ravenous hunger.

Out of all of them, Lee was the one to catch Sheffield's attention. He was a quiet and imposing man who carried sizable weapons and wore a mask to conceal his identity. He carried himself in a sharp manor that demanded attention while also warning you to not pay him any mind. His signals were mixed, but Sheffield was impressed nonetheless. She couldn't wait to witness more of this man and his personal attributes... were his eyes covered in darkness behind that mask? Was he smiling or did his face have a look of boredom? Sheffield genuinely wanted to know.

All but one was accounted for by Sheffield's count, then she made her appearance. Hisame Metarumasutā- a woman bearing a strong will and domineering personality. She greeted everyone she counted, but not before astutely labeling them as they showed themselves to be. Sheffield didn't necessarily agree with Hisame about the "coward" Storm Uchiha was precautious. Precaution was a valued quality in assassins and the likes, it kept them alive and provided more details than the reckless could pick up. Sheffield understood why Hisame had said such though, or did she? Did Hisame know too that Storm had sent out a shadow clone? So far no one had noticed Sheffield, her skill in sneaking silently and taking opportunities of situations seemed to never fail her. If this Hisame was sharp enough to have noticed her upon her entrance, the woman with raven hair was waiting to see ho things would turn out.

Next was Storm, or rather... the clone of Storm he had sent ahead to scout out in precaution. He had shown a visible reaction to being talked down to by the blind Uchiha as well as Hisame. great way to start a meeting between "allies" Sheffield though silently to herself.

Sheffield would wait and watch, taking in all the information she could before she was spotted. After being noticed, she would step out of the shadows to reveal her lewd clothing and glance at everyone within the room with impassive eyes and a face as unreadable as Lee's mask. She would give a little polite bow, her breasts giggling from the slight dip as she introduced herself, sure more than half of their eyes were on more places than her eyes. Sheffield Onmyoton. Is all she would say and then wait curious to see if anyone would recognize her name from Tsukigakure as a once famous singer.

After a moment of retort from the others, she would step forward from behind the shadow clone of Storm and walk into his personal space before anyone could protest; not that she figured anyone would object or step in- every shinobi there was supposed to be skilled enough to defend themselves. Sheffield would quickly approach Storm's shadow clone from behind and flick a kunai in the blink of an eye. The short black blade would rush forward and embed itself into the back of Storm's head in his blond area. His body would disappear into a puff of smoke and Sheffield would catch her kunai before it fell to the ground. She placed it back in her pouch casually as looked around to anyone who might decide to challenge her. Her eyes showing apathy and challenge to anyone who would dare question her actions.

She would roll her shoulders and spread her feet a bit into a defensive posture as she looked directly at Hisame, It would be best if the real Storm were here to address. Is all she would explain for her sudden and illogically hostile action in a den full of killers; on the off chance someone decided to take action, she charged a bit of chakra. She doubted Storm would be terribly upset with her action, she knew he would understand why she had destroyed his clone, even if he didn't agree with it. Once the real him appeared from the doorway she had previously entered, she would nod to him without directly looking at him.

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Arms crossed, Denrei calmly nodded to Lee’s answers, not giving any indication of the mild irritation inside him. In a way, Lee never truly answered Denrei’s question. While he took the time to reply, his words left the Sashikami none the wiser than before. Nothing concrete could be made out of it, aside from perhaps the hidden message of “you will have to find out by yourself”. It certainly seemed fitting for the overall attitude that Lee omitted; silent strength. He spoke little and revealed even less, and seemed uninterested in most of the conversation. He displayed no direct hostility, no indication that he would attack. Yet Denrei assumed he had positioned his weapons so visibly to assure any new members that he was not to be messed around with.

”Alright.. I get the hint..”, Denrei thought to himself. ”Live and let live..”  

The two were interrupted mid-speech by the ruckus from some of the other members. The artist had been curious about the dynamic between Storm and Tamashi. As two members of the Uchiha clan, one whom had lost the very thing they had become famous for, there was bound to be some tensions. Denrei hadn’t expected Storm to pay this any mind; he seemed quiet, to himself and rather dignified. There was also the fact that the tensions were more likely to come from Tamashi’s side since he was the one who would probably feel envious towards Storm. Well, Denrei had been right about that. It was the way Tamashi went on about it that surprised the Boufuu-nin. A loud protest at Sakra was followed by the most asinine of tantrums towards Storm. The blind man facing Denrei while screaming these threats and accusations was obviously a ploy to appear harmless to the rest of the Ouraboros, but the Boufuu-nin wasn’t buying any of it. Not only had he already witnessed the way he managed to navigate himself without his eyesight, but he found it difficult to believe that he would have made it into Ouraboros if he was truly as stupid as he presented himself.

Appearing harmless was something Denrei was a master of; he had been forced to mask the darkness inside him through an affable front for most of his life. Because of this experience, he knew how important it was to never overdo it. The best lies held a grain of truth inside of them; if the lie became too outlandish to believe, then whatever facade one had so carefully constructed would crumble in the face of anyone with even the slightest bit of perception. He also questioned Tamashi’s choice of wanting to appear harmless in front of a group of seasoned killers. Obfuscating stupidity  was a useful tool against enemies. It made them underestimate you, which in any sort of fight often proved to be a deadly mistake. When making a first impression towards future allies, especially allies like these, a show of strength tended to be a better option. The last thing Tamashi would want was to appear unfit to be a member of the Ouraboros.

Denrei shrugged and payed the blind Uchiha no more mind, noticing the way Storm efficiently and quickly made his thoughts known about Tamashi. He instead turned his attention to the feral little creature that had just entered the lair, dragging a horse and merchant inside with her. Now this was amusing. What was the story behind this girl? Had she been raised by wolves? While she certainly seemed able to hold her own against any enemy shinobi, there were always other qualities one had to possess as a shinobi. How did the Ouraboros deal with her complete lack of discretion? Did she require constant supervision? The answer seemed to present itself through the presence of a beautiful woman with dark hair.

This is when Denrei began to notice what separated most of the already established members from the recruits. While she was much more talkative than Lee, she had the same aura of power and authority radiating from her. She wasn’t afraid to become the centre of attention and personally address the new members; although talking down to them seemed more accurate. Each term she used to describe the new members seemed more derogatory than the last, although Denrei had to wonder whether calling him “artist” was meant to be an insult at all. It was obvious to him that she was trying to nag the new members a bit to see how they would react. Did she really think she could insult Denrei by calling him what he was? Or was she implying that she thought lowly of artists in general? While the latter could possibly lead to conflicts later on, he chose not to question it for now. Instead she let her finish, allowing her to address Lee before introducing herself as Hisame and the feral girls as Lee. With this action, she seemed to take partial responsibility for Rina, at least in terms of presentation. It strongly hinted that Rina indeed did require some sort of supervision. Not that it took a genius to figure that out.

Regardless, the other members seemed to pay Rina little mind. Even Sakra, whom Denrei had considered one of the more naive members, managed to keep her composure quite impressively.

”Thank you, Hisame. I’ll keep that in mind.”, he said, referring to Rina’s supposed tendency of biting off fingers. ”Although if this place is going to smell like shit anyway..”, he said while digging his hand into one of the pouches hanging from his belt. For all the other members knew he was reaching for a kunai or shuriken. Denrei realized this, yet this vague hint of hostility was nothing compared to Tamashi’s tantrum, Rina’s savagery or the mere presence of Lee’s enormous swords. While this action could be interpreted as a test to see how the other members would react, Denrei had already figured that the only responses would be a few wary looks at best. Looks that would turn less wary once the objects he retrieved from the pouch were merely a pipe, some tobacco and a lighter. ”... I’m sure no one will mind.”, he finished as he began filling the head of his pipe with tobacco. This was something of a test. Denrei had already seen how Ouraboros members reacted to hints of a threat. How would they react to someone taking liberties?

He looked towards Lee as he lit the pipe. Now that the commotion had died down, he had answered the final of Denrei’s questions. And it was every bit of vague as the previous remarks. Lee’s description of him hinted that this mysterious individual didn’t mingle with the “normal” members very often, which was interesting considering how difficult it seemed to the former Boufuu-nin to keep an organization of hardened criminals in line. Although the two more experienced woman seemed ready to take charge, neither of them hinted at having any knowledge of their leader. If either of them was some sort of right-hand woman to this mysterious individual, they gave no indication of being of any higher position than the other members aside from simply having more experience.

Two woman? Yes, there were two; one of which had made her presence known near Storm. It seemed that Denrei had decided to visit the base at an excellent time. Whether through chance or because the Ouraboros swarmed to new members like flies to a carcass, he now had the chance to meet all of his new partners at once. Some of these individuals were certainly a handful. This blonde woman seemed not overly interested in interacting with any of the members, least of all Denrei. While Denrei was tempted to pay her no mind either, as difficult as that was due to her impressive bosom, her name did tickle his curiosity. Onmyoton, one of the rarer types of elements, was also the source of power behind Denrei’s own techniques. How did her jutsu manifest themselves through Onmyoton? There were many secrets within the realms of imagination and physical form, and many possible ways to tap into this unique power. And how did someone with a history in music end up with the Ouraboros? Denrei wanted to know more, but Sheffield didn’t seem like the talkative type. She cared little for getting to know the new members, and instead drew a kunai in order to dismantle Storm’s shadow clone. Just as the clone was asking something Denrei was dying to know.

Shadow clone?

”Eh?” When did this happen? It certainly made Hisame’s comment about Storm being a coward more logical in hindsight. Had they both noticed? How? Did they see him actually create the shadow clone? ”Tch.. I had no idea. Maybe I need to pick up sensory..”, he thought to himself as he inhaled from his pipe, sucking the smoke from the end into his mouth before exhaling it. A sweet, smoky scent would fill the area surrounding Denrei as small clouds of smoke trailed through the base, rising higher and higher. Of course, to anyone standing more than a couple of feet away from Denrei the scent of Rina’s prey would overpower any sort of tobacco. But for Denrei it was a nice respite from the smell of rotten flesh that was beginning to get on his nerves.

With his questions having been replied to, Denrei decided  to keep quiet and observe for now. The more experienced members would inform the recruits of anything they wanted to know if they saw fit to do so, and more outspoken individuals such as Tamashi and Rina would attract more attention to themselves. There were several interactions waiting to happen; how would Tamashi react to Storms threat and Hisame’s insult? How would Storm react to his clone being destroyed? Was Rina just going to sit there now?

An observer by nature, Denrei did just that. He stood back and observed.

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Tamashi realizing that no one was buying into his blindness as it came to a sudden silence and talking of another discussion. Tamashi rose to his feet from sakra lap and took off the organization robe and walked with a tank top and long black pants towards the exit. Tamashi grabbed a brown leather trench coat from the coat rack and placed it over himself and locked it in place to look elegant. Tamashi turned to look back at everyone in the organization.

"I'm going to be traveling to the hidden storm village. I plan to make a name for myself there. Later..."

Tamashi picked up a brown sack that was near his feet and placed the robe within the sack and he took his full sprint and going as fast as he could through the forest using his A rank speed and remembered how he even got to the place and knew what to avoid to evade bumping into a tree. Tamashi couldn't wait to get to the prison called hel's playground and finding out if the rumors were true about that place. The only way to find out was to surrender. Tamashi knew the law of shinobi of certain villages so he knew his stay would be long enough.

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-Exit

Rina would finish devouring the remains of the horse and the man leaving nothing behind and quickly look at Hisame as she called her name and walk over towards her climbing up her back wrapping her legs around her waist licking her face vigorously. Getting down she would then run around with both arms extended with her tongue sticking out, tripping over a pile of blocks that she might not saying she did leave them out. Rina would start to cry stopping when her nose started to run sniffing she would then go to put her tongue in her nose licking at her snot. Most people would find this to be very disgusting but Rina enjoyed do this it was fun for her. She would proceed to entertain herself while the other members of the organization had their boring grown up talk.  Sticking her feet in her mouth she would proceed to ball up becoming completely hidden by her tails. Rina would start to roll around everywhere, going from room to room.

Rina stopped once she made it back into the room with all the other members quickly grabbing all her toys and throwing them into the used to be merchant’s bag and throwing it over her shoulders running over by clone of storm and crawling up the wall and into a crevice putting away all her stuff. Once she entered a crevice Rina could travel throughout the entire hideout without notice. Rina would return but on the other side of the room wearing an entirely new outfit an outfit she was most comfort in but couldn’t wear outside of the hideout as it didn’t hide any of her abnormalities. Staring at everyone in the room she her attention would be caught by the lady by the name of Sheffield grabbing her shirt and looking inside of it, Rina would then pat her chest a couple of times before walking over to Hisame tugging at her shirt pointing at Sheffield and how little clothing she was wearing showing that if she could wear little to no clothing so could she. But Rina knew that she couldn’t do such things without a reason so she would begin to squirm around a little before going for the killer move of peeing herself. As her pee begun to soak the cold floor it would begin to steam up in the area she was standing. Rina would smile at Hisame showing her two rows of sharp teeth as she begin to remove her clothes wearing only a pair of black short tights and a black super tight tube top. Rina’s undergarments were so tight that they looked as if they were attached to her skin.

She would then turn slightly towards the other girl who was sitting with the guy who just left the organization to go where ever he said he was going. Rina would then run over towards her standing in front of the girl giving her a hug before crawling down the gedo statue to go greet the other female member. Rina would stand in front of Sheffield staring intensely at her breast before touching her stomach then touching her breast smiling. Rina would then touch her chest noticing the difference. Next, Rina would slide towards Lee sticking her hand out and drooling on the floor as if she was hungry.

Hisame cocked her head slightly to the side as Sheffield had finally let her presence be known to the group, with quite a display of both action, and flesh. The women was certainly one who bore no shame in showing some skin, that was for sure. Her cleavage was pretty much on display for the world to see. Then again, Hisame wasn't exactly a saint either, though she held a of decency with her attires. Standings and visualizations aside, her display of dispatching Storm's clone in a poof of smoke was far more interesting. Not only did she do so without form of effort, but she had proven without a doubt that Hisame was correct in her assumption that it wasn't the actual man himself that stood before them. Clones just didn't give off the same natural vibe as actual humans, though they came close enough. She grinned a bit, pleased with herself as she began to speak. "Heh, I figured as...", before she could finish her statement; the force of tugging on her shirt, followed up with a Rina swiftly attaching herself to her chest presented itself. Her eyes widened a bit, having an idea of what was to come and dreading it immensely and with what followed suit would completely support the feeling. Closing her eyes and mouth under the assault of Rina's tongue, her face quickly becoming covered in spit. It wouldn't be the first time that Rina had drooled, slobbered, or covered Hisame in some sort of substance from her mouth. Regardless of such, it didn't mean she was used, or enjoyed it.

Rina dismounted herself from her chest and then began causing whatever trouble that would be next on the list. All while, Hisame just kind stood there, spit dripping from her face. Her eyes were still closed and her shoulders and over all posture had changed from the strong stance of a leader, to that of a defeated, wet cat. Even her bangs, which got caught in the crossfire of tongue and spit, stuck to her cheek as if glued to the skin. She opened her eyes slowly and just held a look of done to them. She reacted into her pouch and pulled out a handkerchief, which she then used to start wiping her face clean. Her cheeks, eyes, chin, even her nostrils were wet with spit and with her bangs coming last, it would take a moment for her to finally get all the spit off. As she did thus, she could hear what sounded like the blind Uchiha speaking, followed by the patter of his feet on the ground, heading towards the exit. It didn't concern her if he stayed or left. Anyone willing to make a fool of themselves certainly wasn't worth her attention.

One who did gain a bit of an ear would be the man by the name of Denrei. He was rather interested in some sort of greater purpose from the organization. Some direction. Answers. Being new, it was natural. Anyone and everyone tends to like to know what they are getting into, however there never really was much that could be filled in when it came to the Ouraboros, especially their leader. Hisame never really had such concerns herself. She simply used the organization for her own means and took on whatever jobs were passed in her direction. being thus, there wasn't much that could be said. Even Lee, who had been a part of the organization longer then Hisame had, knew very little. It couldn't be helped. These new members would just have to accept that for the time being, or at least until something could be done about it. Who knew. They were all summoner here for a reason. Maybe an answer would be given? After all, it had been quite some time since there had been so many members within the Ouraboros at a single time. Perhaps now would be time for some real direction for the group? Regardless of the answer, Hisame had her set of plans to follow. Her own agenda in life.

As she finished wiping the last of the spit, another tug on her shirt occurred. Looking down, she saw Rina, tugging and pointing over at Sheffield, for whatever reason. Hisame just looked at her, slightly annoyed with her, due to the whole spit situation, which would soon change as quickly as it had before. Rina peed herself, all whist drawing attention to herself, as usual. Hisame just stared at her with empty, heavy eyes. Rina was exhausting, at all times. nothing would ever be easy with her. This child is going to be the death of me., she thought to herself as she just watched Rina make life even more of a nightmare. She now stood in front of Hisame, a wide, toothy smile stretching across her face. Hisame just sighed and hung her head like she had given up all hope. She could fight entire squads of shinobi, walk around enemy villages as a wanted fugitive, kill Kage in cold blood, yet this girl. This small, mischievous, girl could just make her want to fall to her knees and give up. Why she was tasked with such an act of looking after her was beyond comprehension. Maybe it was because of her motherly instincts, or just because Lee was the only other choice suited for such. Regardless of the reason, it wouldn't make her now bothersome headache go away.

She looked up a bit as she watched as Rina ran around and began to once again take her interests to some of the members that she hadn't seen previously, ending off with Lee, following with her usual means of showing that she was hungry. In hopes that the little demon child would settle down a bit, if even for a few minutes; Hisame made her way over to Lee and took out a piece of dried, salted meat. She passed it to him as discreetly as possible, not to avoid the eyes of the other members, but of Rina's. While doing so, she whispered to him. "She likes it better when you feed her for some reason, so please do use all the favor and maybe, just maybe, we'll be permitted enough peace to do something with this meeting." With a bit shift of hand, she would hand off the meat to Lee and walk away, making her way more towards the wall by the door. She had no intentions of leaving, but there had to be a reason for them all to be called here. One had already left in order to follow their own plans. It wouldn't be much help if even more decided to leave. Hisame wouldn't exactly look forward to raging combat in the heart of the Ouraboros' base, but there would be no better choice to play the role of rock in the room. She was the Steel Maiden of Ouraboros. Nothing got through, or past her with ease.

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The masked individual turned his attention to the heating up that was going on between the two Uchiha. Tamashi seemed to bring this up out of nowhere by Storm was seemingly not one to enjoy being threatened to which he could not be blamed but at that very same time, Lee did not wish for the Ouraboros interior to become a battleground but he would hope that they all knew better than to begin a brawl in the midst of so many unknowns.

Any one of them might be able to take out another but no one person here was ready or capable of fighting off what might come. Lee himself had made this place his home and was not willing to see it ruined over a squabble, at least he would try to move it outside if something were to begin but Storm seemingly kept his head and moved himself off to the side, not wishing to be the object of further attention it seemed.

Storm would continue on that if there was no leader, then what was the Ouraboros for? "I did not say we didn't have a leader. It's just that said leader isn't as...vocal. Sometimes discretion makes an organization seem stronger. To be able to lead and direct, it is something that draws strength." Lee then turned his attention to Sakra as he hoped that the answer would suffice to her as well as she would then joke that Tamashi obviously couldn't be the leader.

The head of the swordsmen would turn itself in the direction of a rather voluptuous figure. The name tugged at him, as if he had heard it before but it was hard for him. He heard a lot of names and kept record of them all, he would have to think a bit more on it to find the right answer though it would not take long but before that, she draw a weapon to which his fingers would twitch, as if ready to draw the sword at his side but gave way to pause.

While the death of an Oura member would be frowned upon, an attack that was with such a weapon and with such a forward attack, would it really be a loss? He would then speak. "The same Sheffield of the hidden moon? As I see your approach to revealing any falsehoods, I am sure that Storm would have come out if it was brought up. Attacking members in the midst of talks, clone or no, might end in very dire situations." Denrei had pulled out a pipe to which he would begin to smoke and Lee would have no objection to this, it was his right.

Tamashi began to move once more, Lee turning his attention to him now as he removed his coat which looked like he was about to begin something again but instead spoke of heading to the village hidden in the storm to...'make a name for himself', as he put it and then he was gone. Lee was actually surprised at the sheer speed, he wasn't sure if he could catch him, even if he wanted too.

But even this was put to a backburner as Rina began moving around to the great joy of Lee though he would never let this show. Though she was tiny, she was a prodigy in the making...added, the bloodlust was always something he could enjoy. She then came up to Lee and the size between the two could not seem any greater. She held her hand up to him, almost as if she wished for something to nom on. The amount of drool she could create was something astounding.

Hisame then come closer to him and would attempt to slide to him something that he would use to feed Rina. He would quickly and effortlessly take the would-be food and reveal it to Rina, holding it down so that it was just in reach of her hand for her to take if she willed it. "Here you are Rina, for you."

Ecstasy.

True bliss is in knowing one can achieve anything by simply taking whatever one wants. No emotional attachments. No cares in the world. A truly lonely, but a truly blissful lifestyle. A life in which I, Naga de Serpentine, live true to. Today was a rather special day; one that I had planned very exclusively. The stage was set; the organization in which I worked hard to build was finally about to blossom. I could not miss such a beautiful thing for the world. Kazangakure. So many reasons there were for my choosing this place for the organization's base of operations. The days of war when Shippuugakure waged itself against the village which once stood in this very land; the days that I took great pleasure in inviting myself for. The heat was also very comfortable for me, considering I was rather cold-blooded in every sense of the phrase.

Death is Ecstasy.

I skewered many a shinobi in this place; it felt like home because the smell of blood was so comforting to me. Out of all that death sprung new lives, and that made me feel such a place would be perfect for Ouraboros. Perhaps this place of ruin would shape their hearts and color them crimson with the blood of the people they kill in the future. These thoughts brought me such utter...joy. As I walked leisurely through the blackened ruins, I could begin to smell the presences of the young members. They all had different scents, and each of them were rather pleasant to the nose. It had been so very long since I had last made contact with other people; I supposed it was a bit refreshing.

I soon began to see the entrance, and noticed a man walking out. Was he perhaps one of the members? Hopefully he could sense me and return so that he doesn't miss out on the fun that was going to get started. I saw a man atop the entrance who was...meditating? He seemed to be sitting in that kind of position, though I found it a bit odd that he would do that in a place like this. It did not matter much at all to me. I was not in a killing mood at the moment, so he was lucky this day. I had finally reached the entrance, and upon closer speculation, the man at the top of the entrance was one of the members. I shook my head slowly, and began to walk inside grinning a little. What an interesting group I seem to have found, I said to myself. Walking in, I began releasing killing intent. The intent of a predator having caught up with its prey. The intent would likely feel to them like a snake wrapped tightly around their young bodies, the large poisonous fangs aimed at their jugulars. Entering into the hallway which connected to the room, I guessed they currently were in, I begun to sing a little tune, in a rather quiet but haunting voice:

"The king...and his men
stole the queen from her bed...
and bound her with her bones.
The world is ours,
and with our daggers...
where we will, we'll roam."

It was sung slowly, and my voice echoed throughout the entire area. The tone was eerie, and it complimented the intent to kill. Once I finished singing, there would be complete silence, the intent to kill still lingering. My footsteps became heavier and louder, my sword clanging against the chains on my side. I would stop myself at the doorway, revealing my presence finally to the Ouraboros organization which I created. I slowly began to take a look at each of the members in the room, my eyes seemingly piercing straight through each of them. The first was a somewhat tall woman who exposed much of her body. Rather bold of her...but I liked that. I was willing to bet that was Sheffield, from Tsukigakure. She was an interesting woman to say the least. Next was a man smoking a pipe. He wore an interesting hairstyle; it piqued my interest, but I decided to say nothing. Next were a man and young child in front of me. The man was, to my knowledge, Lee Ketsueki from Hyougagakure. He was fairly quiet but he had no issues following orders to a "T". It was a refreshing notion. The young child had to be Rina; I greatly enjoyed her joining the group. Her animistic nature was a great pleasure of mine to have in the organization. The next was a young lady. I believed her to be Sakra, though her blind friend was not here. Most likely, that was the man I saw walking out of the entrance earlier. Interesting. Pushing on from that thought, I turned my gaze to Hisame Metarumasuta from Tsukigakure. Perhaps, she was the most interesting of the bunch; as such I had some fun plans in store this evening for her. I hope she enjoys it as much as I will. I then took a deep breath and sighed quietly, then grinning as I looked out toward the wall ahead of me. I finally spoke after a few moments, sounding more enthusiastic than most likely anyone would think.

"Welcome, all of you, to my hot abode in the ruins of this once great village! I will be your host for this evening. It is a great pleasure to meet all of you finally. Without further ado, allow me to properly introduce myself!"

I grinned and then walked forward, to the direct center of the room. I looked around briefly at everyone again and then laughed once, speaking once again in that eccentric tone.

"I am Naga de Serpentine, the no-longer-hidden leader of this fine organization! I am so very pleased to see most of you make your presences known. I have been very eager to begin the play. I founded this organization originally for the purpose of being free to do whatever we wish. Whether it be to kill for pleasure and glory, or to control the great nations from the shadows. However, I have a different proposition to make! I hope that all of you will be listening intently. If you don't, I may have to lob your head off where you stand!"

As I finished speaking, I laughed aloud boisterously at the final gesture I made. However, as I laughed, I intensified the intent to kill just to show how two-sided I was capable of being. I stood for a couple of moments silently, letting that all sink in. Then, I spoke one last time.

"Now, now. Don't be shy! One at a time, tell me a little about yourselves. Lets start with you, the man with the mask. What is your desire?"

The masked man kept the hand down to the small white demon that went by the name of Rina when his entire body would seemingly freeze. The usual well circulated blood that he seemed always in control over began to rush, it felt as if it was a rushing ocean which came as both a good thing and a bad thing. Good as it meant that there was someone else coming that he could literally 'feel' and that always meant something important. Bad because that also meant that he was unsure if it was a person with or against them.

The attention of the mask turned its attention toward the individual that came into the room. The first thing that he would notice right off the bat was the sword he wielded. That sword was something that he could not bring to mind but if it was one thing, it was something he needed to have. He thought about taking hold of his swords but before he even began the motion, he was halted. His entire body felt heavy and restricted, as if the once rushing blood in his veins was not only forced to stop but froze within his body, making sure that his actions were the ones that this man wished.

He banished the thought of obtaining the sword, for now. He welcomed everyone for being here but this was only after he ended a small song or sorts. Naga de Serpentine. The man that would lead the Ouraboros. Lee had followed up to this point so there was no reason as to why he would begin to falter now. He spoke about he original goals of the Ouraboros and that he hoped they would listen or he would simply separate the head from the body. Lee imaged that, the thought of a sword coming to get his neck, his own skills causing him to block with his swords and then each breaks. His wonderful swords and his neck to follow. He would have to keep his hands from his weapons to make sure no ill looking moves would be mistaken for a threat.

It was then that Lee was pointed out as the first. "Lee Ketsueki. Formerly of Hyougagakure. I desire every powerful and famous sword in this world." He would kept his posture, his face aiming now fully at the leader of the Ouraboros. The desire was real though there were some things that were better left unsaid in front of the larger group.

Tamashi took his step out of the entrance to the organization, however, he had briefly walked passed a man that Tamashi sensed was different than the others. He had strong and powerful chakra and his aura even put fear in Tamashi's heart. Tamashi thinking to himself as his hands began to shake like a bucket of cold water had been poured onto him. Tamashi had stopped his walking and froze in place like he had been in a trace. Tamashi no doubt knew that this man was the leader. How could he be so rude in leaving the organization when the leader had just arrived. Tamashi trying to play it off as he pulls out a cigarette and places it against his mouth as he lights it up and walks back in and heading straight to Sakra as the leader was already at the center of the room speaking. As Tamashi sat next to Sakra, he smoked his cigarette as his hand was lightly shaking but he made sure no one noticed his stress as he had felt the strong aura coming out of that individual. Tamashi wanted to be recognize by the leader and quickly stood up strong and dropped the cigarette from his mouth as he faced the direction of the leader as he approached the leader and then stopped as he was within arms length of the leader. Tamashi then spoke to the leader with a sorrow tone of voice. "Sorry for leaving, I just wanted to light my cigarette and didn't want anyone smelling the smoke... that would be rude.." Tamashi kneeled down on his left leg and kneeled his head before the leader as he also showed his right arm in a graceful sorrow appearance against his chest as he raised his head and faced the leader's own face. Showing the leader that he was blind and had no eye balls. "I am Tamashi Uchiha of the former village Hyougagakure.... I escaped my execution and even assassinated an important council member that day... My entire life before that was being the body guard of that council member. I have years of experience and hopefully i will be able to protect yours with my life sir. I may be blind but my other senses make up for it."

Tamashi awaited to see what the leader would say about him. Tamashi was also dropping sweat on the side of his face.

(OOC) There is too much disorder in this thread. Just so that we are a little bit clear, the order is:

1. Denrei

2. Tamashi

3. Rina

4. Hisame

5. Lee

6. Naga

7. Storm

8. Sakra

9. Sheffield

Please do not break this order again. For a thread like this with many participants, we need posting order. It is Storms turn, no one else's. Unless you are a new member that is allowed to join, please wait your turn.