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[center][h1][color=black]Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”[/color][/h1][/center]

Ayame looked at her brother, Fujitora, with a serious glance in her eyes. That question he asked.. it was the question she didn't want to answer. [color=black]“I'm not sure about Yamato. He's the only one missing, and this is supposed to be his house. If anyone were to be here, it'd be him. It's.. strange. I can't say I don't suspect he's involved.”[/color] She shook her head and looked at the group as they dispersed. She wanted to trail them, make sure they were safe. But they were chunin now, not babies. They should handle themselves. [i]You can't save everyone, Ayame. That is also the ninja way.[/i] Why did sensei keep showing up in her memories, in her mind? She couldn't help but feel uneasy in this murder scene, it was so.. vile, so violent. Underneath her long sleeves she gripped onto her senbon, keeping them at the ready just in case. Something was off.

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[color=8dc73f]“Rumiko was supposed to be here already..”[/color] Bobusho said, as he put his hands on his hip. [i]Fucking women.[/i] Almost as if she was laying in wait, a lady appeared on the top of Yamato's roof. She wore a kimono, but had loosened it and pulled it down, so that it was only attached at the belt they used - it was more like a sash at this moment. Her arms were freed up this way and she exposed her body in doing so. She looked fit, muscular and strong without losing her femininity. Under the kimono it was apparent she was wearing a tanktop. [color=a187be]“Complaining again.. Bobusho..”[/color] she said, gripping a bloodied tanto in her hand. Bobusho remained in composure, assuring himself that he wasn't scared. The other two Jashinists cowered back a bit, obviously frightened by this woman. 

Rumiko put away her tanto and turned around, looking at the moon. [color=a187be]“Let's go.. don't want to keep lord Jashin waiting.”[/color] There was no answer, only the sound of clothes ruffling as the band of people dispersed and jumped onto the rooftop as well before continueing with Rumiko. Across the rooftops, with remarkable agility. It seemed like they didn't care if they'd get spotted. However, a quick eye would be able to discern the man with the antenna on his head forming seals. After two more seals he and the rest of his friends 'disapeared'. An invisibility jutsu. Maybe the teammembers hated eachother, you couldn't say they were a complete team. 

The three men looked invaluable - they were proper shinobi, and looked strong. But the only one in the group that looked imposing was the woman. Her deep and mysterious voice, her uncaring appearance.. The way she handled her bloodied tanto was also discerning for who ever would watch them. Rumiko had dark purple hair, cut short in a bobcut. On her upper left arm she wore a shinobi band of the village hidden in the leaves, Konohagakure itself. But instead of wearing it proudly she had used a sharp tool to cross out the Konoha symbol. Rogue shinobi.. from Konoha, in Konoha itself? Daiki and Aoi, being the only ones close enough to hear this exchange of words and to see what these people looked like, would now have to make a decision. Did they tell everyone else about this, even if that'd mean that everyone would know Yamato and his father were somehow involved in this, and that Yamato's dad was a Yakuza boss? 

The next day at 12:43, Aoi had decided to call everyone for a 'class meeting'. It wasn't so much a class meeting as much as it was a meeting for those who were involved in the accident last night. That meant basically all her close friends were invited, and yes, even Yamato. In Downtown there was a small area which had been used for hangouts a lot, which is where they decided to meet - away from prying eyes, such as Ayame's and Fujitora's. It was easy to discern why she wanted to meet up. They had to conduct their own investigation, since their friends had died. And it was obvious that they had to get involved even if Ayame said they couldn't. It was for the remembrance of their friends.

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[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2][/center]
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Yamato had been sitting at the hangout spot for about 30 minutes already. Not so much to be early, quite frankly he couldn't care less about this dumb meeting. More so he had to think about what had happened last night. He hadn't seen the scene of murder personally, but there was a lot of talk going around inside the village. Yamato had gone to do some grocery shopping earlier when he had heard about the murders. And that had to mean something with those men he had seen before that. [color=9e0039]“Where's Aoi.. idiot... calling me here and saying to meet in 15 minutse. She's late 40 minutes already..”[/color] Ofcourse, Aoi had let out that everyone else was going to be here. Likely she had known that Yamato wouldn't of shown up if he knew everyone else was going to be here. He closed his eyes and relaxed, as he leaned against the wall with 1 leg pulled up and the other extended fully, putting his hands behind his head to get fully comfortable. Aoi might be even later, but that didn't mean Yamato would let that bother him. [color=9e0039]“Aoi.. idiot.”[/color]