The growing shine of the twilighting moon would hover slight on the southwest would glimmer down on the battered blonde as he seemed to trudge through the village. It'd been some months. . . six to be exact. He left on a mission with some of his other fellow mednin, but there were a few mishaps. Baba Yega, notable Medic of the hidden leaf, had just come back form an expedition with his comrades and it... didnt go well. Leaving with four others, and coming back alone. It woud stir some commotion with the higher ups. He was questioned by Tamashii behind the scened upon reentry, this was done outside of the ANBU jurisdiction. Though it was done without ANBU's notifications. Using Baba as a... notable medic keeping his eyes on the inside of the other branches. So he'd have this looked over marking it down as a Samurai attack. Which would tie into his holding of the Samurai Prisoner, essentially brushing it under the rug. So, there Baba was, He cleaned his body up quickly getting back into the street because if his letter was sent correctly, his best friend would be on her way to their designated point. The only person whose heart he didnt want to take out of their chest, Akumi, or Cherry-bomb as he called her, would be meeting him at the pub. He wanted to... watch some people. The pestilence in his heart wanted nothing more than to watch the village of fire burn in it. However, this wasnt something he wanted to get Akumi involved in... Right? Who knew at this point... He'd kept quiet. Watching, Making sure he covered his tracks as he went along. Though, the time would come when he would have to leave this place, because the heat of the ANBU force would be high on his trail. Though, that wouldnt be for anytime soon...
Ideally, as he made his way though the village, people might be able to feel his chakra Small but menacing, he wasnt one to flex his powers... but what they could feel was his suppression of it. He was always training his mind, always trying to better his abilities. "Oioi, Two Pork Buns and Two servings of... Mitarashi Dango.", smiling at the pub tender, sitting at the bar waiting for her to show, he let his golden locks drop over his face, allowing his features to be hidden from those around him. Blending in with the others at the bar but ensuring that he kept her seat open to his right.
It had been a while since Akumi had a chance to take the night off, she had been researching some new jutsu... New art forms, and the small book she had taken from her brother. Course she had her fair share of paper work for the Main branch. Though Lately, she had not done much to further her position in the branch. She was more interested in furthering her own skills, then a title. Soon she would have what she wanted, hopefully at least.
Festering within the minds eye, Baba found himself as the tender left him in the abyss of this crowded plain. He sought to gather himsef as the things in his mind continued to bring him into his internal darkness. Something that kept bringing him back to his childhood... over and over he would be ravaged at the hands of the doctors. All standing around him, hovering over his body... because of his disease he could do things, attach himself to things that normal humans could not. From birth he coped with such things, and when those damned scientists and doctors began working on his body. They began chipping away at the boy who was only trying to be a boy. To have fun with others, to enjoy the company of his comrades in the eyes of his village. He wasnt very well known because he was always told to keep a low profile. Not to use too much chakra because his body would begin threading itself again at the hands of the darkness that he'd been born from. It was when he was a kid when he first met Akumi, he felt... like a kid. Not like some science experiment for the village. Not like he was some idiot who didnt think he was a monster... but Akumi didnt see him like that. She... was like him in many ways. Always trying to grow more powerful. Trying to just have a good time... with her clay molding hand mouths he saw he to be alot like him. And in her heart she held the same... darkness. Or rather, an inkling to want to know what dwelled within it. How he could control it himself. How he could manage to manipulate it... and get himself away from this place that only seemed to want to harness his powers for others... for the sake of just doing such things. Something that Baba would never understand, was why? Why to such a small child did they have to prick and pin him. Testing their theories of his immortality.
Akumi Noticed Baba was a little distracted, just for a moment though. But soon after she spoke he hoped back to reality. She wouldn't question what he was thinking about, it probably wasn't something she would be able to understand easily anyway, well who knows.