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[Color=Fuchsia][u][i][b]Takayuki Mekakushi[/b][/i][/u][/color][/center]
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Taka [i]glared[/i] at the younger man as he spoke, his body coiled with tension, but he reigned in his temper so far as he could. After all, he thought, if the Cloud shit was at Ichiraku's in broad daylight, in the presence of one of his own colleagues, no less, there had to be a decent reason. Speaking of which...

[color=fuchsia]"Not too old to kick your arse, kouhai. I take it he's with you?"[/color] The jab was made with as much humour as Taka could manage. He could only hope Kuroki was in as good a mood as he seemed. Belatedly, he grabbed his left arm, which had begun to vibrate nervously. He cast a cold eye back towards the grandstanding chuunin. [color=fuchsia]"Not sure there's a button around that could silence a mouth that big."[/color] He laughed, coldly.

Had this kid shown up any other day, Taka would've let it go. Frankly, he'd probably taken the offer to spar in good humour (he'd always enjoyed showing off). 

Today wasn't any other day. The man had threatened one of his kids! [i]In his own village![/i] The Mirage cast a fond eye towards his students, who'd been dragged over to a group of peers, an then looked back at the chuunin. His hands blurred, and a moment later he was shrouded in lightning chakra, his hair cast upwards in jagged spikes. His body hummed quietly, and if one were to look closely, they'd realise it was rapidly vibrating. He regarded the younger man viciously, and lowered his tone almost to a whisper.

[color=fuchsia]"I'm willing to ignore the jab, [i]kid[/i], since you clearly don't know what you're getting into. As for your business in Konoha, if the Hokage's sanctioned it I couldn't give less of a damn."[/color] He stepped forward, almost seeming to blink between spaces. [color=fuchsia]"Now, out of respect for Ichiraku-san, whom I've long considered a valued acquaintance, I'll refrain from tearing your [i]stinking[/i] throat out. Instead, I'm going to give you a warning."[/color] His hands blurred again, and time slowed. Almost leisurely, he wandered behind the man, reaching into one of his pouches for a kunai and aiming it squarely at the back of his neck, dropping his free hand on the kid's shoulder. He broke the Jutsu. A second later, time resumed its natural course. [color=fuchsia]"If I ever see you, or any other Cloud scum near my kids again, without my explicit permission, [i]no one will find the bodies.[/i]"[/color] He grinned, and it was far from a kind expression. His piece said, he stepped back and dropped the Shroud, in a crackle of discharged lightning. To his delight, old man Ichiraku had left his Ramen on the counter next to him, and he sat down to eat with a satisfied smile. 

[color=fuchsia]"I'm busy today, by the way, but if you still want that spar next time you're in Konoha, look me up."[/color] He laughed. [color=fuchsia]"Hell, I've got a few friends who'd be interested in watching, we can make a game of it! I'll be sure to show you a good time..."[/color] He trailed off, a lecherous edge to his voice, and slurped some of the broth from his bowl.

Despite the massive chakra depletion, this had been more than worth it. Truly, it was for moments like this that he'd developed the Godspeed Flicker. Poor kid wouldn't know what hit him.