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[center][h2][color=black]Ayame Choko[/color]                        [color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko[/b][/color][/h2]
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[center][h3]In Amegakure, the rain trickles down on the muddy ground, seven years before current events.[/h3][/center]

Two figures, one tall, one short, step through the rain with proud but gentle steps. The rain flows on top of them, but their hooded cloaks prevent it from ever touching them. After more or less fifty steps, the duo halts and both take a look around, making sure they are not being trailed. As soon as it's established that there's nobody there the duo jumps up and dissapears in one of the many pipelines that litter Amegakure. [color=black]“Strange to be back home.”[/color] the short one says as she makes a right turn into a pipe that crossed with the former pipe they were in. [color=black]“Never realized I could miss rain.”[/color] the voice said again, serious but with a remarkably feminine undertone. 

"[color=silver][b]Can't smoke for shit, though.[/b][/color]" A remarkably irritated voice said, that didn't seem as bucolic toward his hometown. In the shadows of the pipe they had solicited for extra mobility through the village hidden in the rain, a small spark illuminated the area they were in, only to have it permanently cremate the end of a typical cigarette in the hooded man's mouth. "[color=silver][b]So, where do we go from here?[/b][/color]" he'd ask nonchalantly, exhaling smoke as he did so.

The man went unanswered for some time before the duo crossed into another pipe that had a dead end - or atleast, so it'd seem. [color=black]“We go up.”[/color] the small figure said before bowing slightly through her knees and jumping up, up through the pipe before landing on a small platform. She put a few steps forward before hearing the light [b]thud[/b] of the figure behind her. The figure then looked around before undoing her hood, revealing herself as Ayame to the rest of the room, which looked empty, but which Ayame knew to be filled with.. someone.

In the corner of the room was a slight growth of moss, with toadstools on it, and on the ceiling there was a large growth of whipvines and leaky spots that dripped onto the ground. Ayame trailed the leaks only to discover more moss and toadstools on the places where the water would land.. curious. 

In the center of the room was a large, uneven stone table, but it was impossible to see beyond that table due to the darkness. The room was filled with a severely humid air, which wasn't strange for Amegakure, but certainly strange in pipelines like these, which were usually more dry and cool.

The only sound that was audible was a slight crunch of metal moving against metal as someone seemingly adjusted their position in the back of the room. Ayame stayed quiet as she tried to scan the room, to no avail. Rapidly she turned around and attempted to walk away and jump down the pipe again before something stopped her.

[color=4D765D]“Thank you..”[/color] a feminine, gentle and slightly quiet voice said, although a certain power in her voice could not be denied. [color=4D765D]“.. for coming.”[/color] Ayame closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before turning back around and walking closer to the table again, this time all the way up to it, before laying down her hands on the side of it and leaning on it. [color=black]“Ofcourse.”[/color] she said, still scanning the room to see who was talking to her.

A slight creak, almost eerily like a broken door in an old house, was heard. A door slowly opened before a tall woman, hair black as raven's feathers and eyes white as snow, walked in. Behind her, small, creaky noises could be heard as something walked closer to the door.

On the womans shoulders an umbrella rested, and horizontally across her back a chokuto hang, although the woman didn't look aggressive at all. It was likely a good precaution, as any shinobi would take. 

The creaking noises became stronger until footsteps could be heard in tandem. Slowly, a figure could be made out. A [url=http://i.imgur.com/MZy8QOs.png]man[/url] wearing a very strange costume, the type we'd expect from some kind of over the top theatre attire for a historical play. It was generally colored in flashy gold, with red and white addied to the various shapes on his jester-like uniform. "[color=gold]Mistress, must I greet our guests as righteously?[/color]" he asked in a cryptic manner. This could only add tension to the duo, in which Fujitora kept his smoke lit and active. He wasn't all that stressed, as shady people came and went in these parts of town all the time. But, it didn't help that these people gave up a dreadful vibe that took the careless expression off his face.

Ayame noticed the change in atmosphere coming off of Fujitora's body - he felt the same thing she felt. This wasn't some regular shinobi.. not some regular slum-lord rogue that simply wanted to murder and earn money while doing it. This woman was greater than that, more powerful and.. [i]more righteous[/i]. But they weren't here for that, this woman was a rogue nin and ultimately she had a kill order on her head - that's why they were here. This entire meeting was a farce to kill her, Ayame knew that and so did Fujitora. But.. maybe they should hear what she had to say before they assasinated her. 

The woman in front of them waved the man's comment away, letting the jester like creature do it's own bidding. [color=4D765D]“You may be under me, [i]Gian[/i], but you are still a free person and you are still allowed to do as you see fit as long as it doesn't concern me..”[/color] she said gently and affectionately. 

The mysterious man grinned at his supposed superior's response before turning his head to the duo. Making a couple of quick steps to keep the Jonin on their toes, he'd enter a halt. Out of nowhere, he'd simply perform a prolonged bow, one arm around his abodmen and the other outstretched behind him, as if he were some kind of cartoon character saluting the individuals while still in a play. "[color=gold]Hello, hello. Welcome to our humble domain. What do you require my fellow adventurers?[/color]" his voice was akin to a gentleman's, appearing inviting but all the while unnvering as a hint of dishonesty and malice roamed through his body language and the subtleties of his voice. 

"[color=silver][b]The hell... Aya, any ideas?[/b][/color]" Fujitora, still hooded, asked his sister. He wasn't sure what to do toward this peculiar situation. Were they hostile or just oblivious? In any case, they weren't like the thugs they'd usually kill off. [color=black]“... none.”[/color] she simply whispered to him. It seemed unlikely that the woman in front of them did not realize this wasn't a meeting but a showdown, despite the faux meeting. She was too smart and strong to not realize that she was in danger. Yet she came alone with this jester.. It wasn't her concern however, and she fumbled under her long cloak, preparing atleast a dozen senbon. She kept her hands there, however, for now. The time to strike wasn't here yet.. however the plan Fujitora and Ayame had made was pretty failsafe. Fujitora would mark the woman then blow out his signature smoke, to cover the room and put everyone under a genjutsu. Ayame would quickly break free and end the woman, who had been marked, with a few senbon licked in a near instantaneously working poison. The plan was fit for usage whenever they deemed fit.

[color=4D765D]“[i]Gian[/i], you are scaring the guests.. please, stand in the corner. We will be done shortly and you can return to your sisters.”[/color] The woman that spoke to them was awfully quiet, and almost sounded friendly. This didn't seem like the woman that the duo had been sent to kill. Now the woman turned their attention to the two in front of her - Ayame and Fujitora. The man made another over the top bow before taking a couple of steps back, of course he wouldn't actually leave his superior alone, but the shadows concealed him.

[color=4D765D]“Fujitora.. man of smoke, man of drugs. Ayame, poison and senbon master.”[/color] she stated, looking at them with her pale white eyes. [color=black]“Be careful, those eyes.. Hyuga.”[/color] Ayame whispered to Fujitora, never diverting her eyes from the woman in front of her. She couldn't be further from the truth, but in truth it did look like the woman was a Hyuga. [color=4D765D]“I've heard much of you, even in Kirigakure.. you two have made quite a name for yourself. Ofcourse, you two are also both loyal to Konohagakure, ultimately. I cannot dissuade you to join the Enlightened ones. But perhaps we can strike a d-”[/color]

[color=black]“Fujitora.. no time for a mark. Smoke her.”[/color] the man nodded to his sister's demand, releasing a cloud of smoke in the area to trap his target and avoid intervention from her lackeys. To add to this, he'd apply a second genjutsu to his jail one. "[color=silver][b]Let's [i]dance[/i], Aya.[/b][/color]" having said the activation word, the parasite soundwaves induced the menace into a genjutsu of inverted direction, allowing Aya to quickly apply an assassination move.

Ayame undid her cloak with a simple upwards movement of both arms, which unclasped it and let the cloak fall down to the floor. She jerked both hands forwards towards Kusaru's last position and unleashed a hell of 12 senbon with poison on them. A sure hit, she was sure of it. To be sure, however, she grabbed another twelve senbon and flung them towards the dark corner in which Gian had crept, assuring that if he was still there (she couldn't see) he'd also die. 

As the smoke arose, Gian had immediately reacted to the assault. Diving in the smoke, strangely enough the effects of dependence and overwhelming physical tension of being in it had no effects on him. Added to that, the inverted directions were nothing to him either despite hearing it clearly. Using the smoke to his advatage, he'd remain concealed in order to creep on Fujitora from behind, dual blades rubbing against the back of his neck. Ayame would have noticed that the jester had not made the effort to even dodge them as direct hits could be heard, however, they all seemed to have been countered by one metallic object [b]at the same time[/b]. A remarkable feat that normal weapons couldn't achieve. The various holes on his costume would leave even more doubts to her mind as she noticed no shot was missed. What was inside, however, was concealed by the mass of clothes.

"[color=gold]Heh, heh, heh. Guess this relationship is moving a little too fast for you huh?[/color]" the costumed man said in mockery to his already submitted opponent. Fujitora, unsure of how he should react and still lacking in strength, didn't move nor talk.

The first thing Ayame noticed was the fact that the woman had vanished, seemingly impervious to the dependence effects of her brothers jutsu. As such she also noticed all twelve senbon sticking out of her former location. It seemed she had completely 100% vanished. A quick glance at Fujitora however uncovered that the man named Gian was standing there holding Fujitora hostage. She clenched her teeth as she reached for her back, pulling out her dai-senbon. She formed a tiger seal and quickly ran a chakra spool through the loop of the needle, before hauling her arm back and then extending it towards Gian. But before she could release the dai-senbon, she felt the cold touch of icy steel against her arm, stopping her from attacking Gian.

From nowhere the lady that was there earlier body flickered back into the room, her cloak still flowing from the sudden movement as her battle armor uncovered itself projecting a slight shiny reflection onto the rest of the room, as did her chokuto. It was then that Ayame realised that they had been completely outclassed, and that these two were not even average jonin rank rogue shinobi.. The woman's white eyes flashed against the black eyes of Ayame as the womans cloak settled. [color=black]“Kusaru...”[/color] she said to the woman, who didn't give a facial reaction to what Ayame said. 

[color=4D765D]“I said.. we can strike a deal. I can give you all you want, but in return..”[/color] She didn't finish her sentence as she slowly raised her chokuto from Ayame's arm, revealing she hadn't even cut it or done anything. Without giving as much as a word to Gian, the man would know to stand down and release Fujitora too. [color=4D765D]“Let's go.”[/color] she said with a slightly creepy, but friendly smile. She walked away into the room she had initially come from, leaving Gian behind to guide Ayame and Fujitora away into that room too.

The jester chuckled before retracting the blades in his palms as of they were integrated in him before walking in front of the two siblings. Bowing once more to them in order to congratulate them on their loss before guiding them to the designated room.