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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O3otkJ3bXA]Let's Stay Positive![/url][/center]

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A week had followed since her last assignment, a bureaucratic one to add salt to injury, and the clown was growing increasingly bored. Her lover was gone doing some hunting and shinobi jobs were scarce, including the least amusing. Those who were asked to work the most were patrol chuunin at the edges of town and she couldn't be one of those anymore because of her rank. Not that it would help her boredom that much anyway. The depressing rain didn't help much either, the soothing effect it had on her quickly died out when the sound of droplets hitting the window was as common as breathing. There wouldn't even be a flood which would prompt her to act a little too heroic, at least not in the outskirts. With each passing minute her desire to do something grew, and the BBQ quickly felt like Christmas to a sleepless child for Aoi. When the day finally came, she did her maximum to look her best. A fancy blue dress, mild makeup, hair carefully brushed and every minute detail accounted for. 

She left her mobile home in a hurry, forgetting to stick a note on the fridge for Akio when she'd come back from her current mission. Just as she got back she was summoned to do some mission regarding information; the clown didn't know much about it and found these types of operations a little too complicated for her. Releasing her multi-colored umbrella, she was ready to go and enjoy another stormy day on the damp streets of Konoha until she'd reach the Akimichi compound. She didn't take long since the Akimichi's was't too far off the outskirts which were in turn close to Smalltown. The jonin didn't bother to manifest her presence however, no she went full shinobi ninja on everyone and trespassed like a delinquent into the battlefield where she'd swiftly find herself a nice training log to sit on before getting this party started. 

[quote=Aoi]hey yuna chan tiem 2 healz da big bois!!!! >;3 <333 inda feelds btw[/quote]

She quickly texted as she scrolled down through her phone to check if she got any messages in the meantime. By the, the two fighters would be standing in the mud covered training field. A lot of it was just dirt and shattered rocks along with many distortions of the land considering giants were using this place regularly to duke it out. There were only a few training logs at the edges near the large fences that surrounded the massive field. She grinned at the sight of her two buddies about to lash out at each other to determine who would be the one exempted from paying the full price of a Collector's edition 3DS. 

"[color=fuchsia]Okay Bois! Kick yo butts now so we can have first dibs on the ribs! First one I declare to lose, loses![/color]" 

She wailed to encourage her friends to start this battle. She observed to make sure none of them got out of hand, after all it was her job as their superior to insure the stupidity levels didn't reach critical levels. It didn't prevent her from strolling on her phone from time to time like a disinterested teen who had absolutely no shame in displaying her boredom. Luckily for them she simply multitasked to get some things done on her side too. However because of this and the harsh rainfall, she couldn't see nor hear Chen nearby commenting and wandering around in the first place.

[quote=Aoi]kiki wassup??? luv u!! <3333 (^3^)[/quote]

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[h2][color=khaki][b]N.C.4[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqZXoRdQsGY]The Gloomy Field[/url][/center]

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After its return to Konoha, the robot that had just finished a top priority mission was finally set back into a passive state in the 11th Corp's depths. It didn't feel anything from the past experience nor did it regret leaving Gin behind to be slaughtered by these psychopaths at the Tonaka castle. To N.C.4, the mission was complete, its absolute superior having not only received the operation's content but also dismissed it through approval. However as it sat down at the same, abandoned store in the Financial District to wait for its next assignment, it dove into the abyss that was the thought of his past colleague, Chihiro. At first it simply recalled the events to calculate various ways the events could have went and updating itself on more efficient alternatives to face such variables in the future. But the more it analyzed, the more Chihiro's behavior and expressions seemed to spark something else in its mind. A combination of fascination and dumb confusion overwhelmed it and made it consider the idea of allocating through processes to her case despite it having no real added value to its main use: Performances. 

Upon making a conclusion that Chihiro had a form of importance compared to the common people is was meant to defend, the robot's left eye twitched only once. There was something it simply couldn't comprehend and was growing more and more dedicated to understanding the anomaly that was the Hyuuga heir. Was it her will? Or perhaps her dedication to the smaller details that concerned the village? Elements that, for N.C.4, seemed rather ludicrous to have on a leader of a prospering nation were suddenly factors that made it reflect deeper than various numbers and probabilities. It wouldn't go as far as using silly emotional explanations, but there was surely something about her charisma that convinced it that she could very well be something beyond what its rational eyes could see. 

It was only a couple of days after the mission's end that N.C.4 acted without orders for the first time in a while. It had no problem getting around unnoticed, even by its fellow 11th Corp as it knew their patterns by heart. Every evening, near 18:00, it'd be standing on a massively tall tree's branch to have a good view on the Hyuuga compound's grounds. It was usually at this time that Chihiro would see her girlfriend, Momoi Yasei, without others in the household noticing. The robot quickly grew a dislike for that individual. Momoi could be considered a loose canon, consider her very laid back life and tendencies to go wander despite Konoha regulations. Added to that her intoxication problems were majorly negative influences for Chihiro. N.C.4 didn't go as far as to see Hiro as a form of daughter, but for a prospering light of Konoha, she had no place with this ticking time bomb. 

It didn't help that this Hajime individual was added to Chihiro's often frequented individuals recently. A cousin of her's but evidently with a particular goal. The robot couldn't make too many conclusions, but if it were to find out that he'd be attempting to get her away from the compound, possibly the only save haven for someone of her status these days, it would certainly disagree as well. It didn't take the role of a parent, but it slowly started to consider itself as the guardian of the greater good that was Chihiro. 

It now waited, earlier than usual, on one of the roofs of the Hyuuga mansion, hoping to be noticed by Chihiro eventually so it could address her about the issues it could have observed. Little did it know who else would have the righteous idea of seeing her at early hours as well.

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[h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZl9BK62YOs]Magic is Everything[/url][/center]

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It was perhaps the longest week of his life for the ex Jonin commander now Head of the 11th Corp. Fujitora was slowly but surely adapting to the overwhelming workload that came with reforming the entire 11th Corp along with the usual every day work and meetings. It didn't have that much of a toll on him, considering Jonin Commander was no cake walk as a job either, but he could feel the responsibility being worlds apart from one another. Luckily, he could take some time off to tie up some loose ends and deal with Tsukiko's position in all this, and what better way to do that than to invite her to the new Hokage's place directly? She'd be the first to have that honor, as such she'd already have bragging rights. A squad of four 11th Corp agents were sent to pick her up and 'escort' her to the location, not that Fujitora expected her to let herself be accompanied like some vulnerable little girl. 

The man in question was sitting on a visitor's seat, opposite to his sister's claimed throne behind the massive office that was the Hokage's. As usual, he was smoking on something. If one were to take a closer look, they'd see the top quality of the cigar in his mouth and of course question the use of his power to gain access to such novelties. Puffing away, he gave his sister multiple counts of silly faces to distract her as he blew the cloud of smoke right at her, doing his best to prevent any form of work as they waited for the feral Jonin to arrive. 

"[color=silver][b]So ... Life as a ruler. How does it feel? Sure as hell ain't a cake walk down at Shady People Incorporated. A bunch of crazy drones these agents are at times. Damn.[/b][/color]"

It was true that Fujitora had a hard time asserting the nearly emotionless 11th Corp agents, despite agreeing with the utility of this type of individual. They were unreadable, almost scary in a sense that they could literally kill anyone with just one order without questioning it unlike typical shinobi who would often question morality behind certain acts. They were but tools made of flesh. The positive side was that he hadn't gotten angry since his talk with Katsu as no externality would come over and impose their opinion at the workplace. Actually his opinion, even as a bad job, was considered to be the most valuable because of his position. He liked that. 

"[color=silver][b]Anyway. I took care of the Eye issue Zeno kept lingering to promote Sage knows what with other countries and superpowers. It didn't take that much effort either, especially with the ... Unique squad I've concocted. You've read the report so I ain't pissing anymore details on you.[/b][/color]" 

With that said, she'd crush the burning end of the cigar against the ashtray on the bureau and patiently waited for Tsukiko to come over so they could have a nice, soothing chat accompanied with inevitably yelling and furniture breaking. The price to pay for an efficient guard dog, sacrifice a few teared up cushions for one hell of a ball biter.