It was a dead night. The type of night where the moon was a white smudge among the black clouds in the sky. Where the wind dared not whisper to its neighbor, and the air stood still. The geothermal heat keeping the quiet night warm without much of an escape. Not a sound from any sort of creature, living or nonliving, would beckon from the cracks of reality, save the minuscule sound of the air molecules brushing past the stealthy body of a woman scantily-clad in the summer night.
She was a tall woman with fair skin, and hair blacker than the night itself that brushed the small of her back. For a woman of her stature, she had an ability of moving through the streets without the brash sounds that most humans made. Her steps were graceful and careful, and never beckoned the noisy walking of anyone else. She was light on her feet, and clearly practiced in the art of stealth.
It was today, that this masked Shinobi would make a move far more dangerous than most would find considerable. Never had anyone among the depths of the slums questioned what sorts of treasures were kept in none other than the Kazekage Tower itself. Not until, of course, Ijimeru Kitanai came into town.
Pressing herself against the side of the tower, the slender Shinobi peered around the side of the wall towards the lined up guard that stood, erect, in the pathway. She could hear a few of their feet crunching around the sand, patrolling, on the other sides. They were interesting guards, looking around all day and night for intruders, and not even capable of finding her. Though, in hindsight, it was a flattering compliment.
The Seikon rolled her eyes at the thought. The guards talking casually among themselves every once in awhile as she leaned closer to the wall. It was, at this point, that suddenly, the Seikon was inside of the building. Her body manifesting inside through some sort of strange warping of space and time as she turned to find the stairs.
"Huh?" A deep voice inquired as a larger man turned to see what new presence had disturbed the air around him as the thief stepped, once more, through the boundaries of space, moving behind him just as he had turned. Kitanai's knuckles making a quick blow to the nape of his neck, he free hand catching him by the back of the shirt to set him down silently on the ground as she observed the area more carefully before making her way to the stairs.
"So this is the drab place the Kazekage slumbers in..." the woman thought, gliding like a silent ghost across the room. "Tell me, old rooms, what treasures do you hide from me?" She inquired to herself again as she kept her fingers away from everything. Her shockingly cyan irises scanning each room with a bored expression. "What a depression discovery, you would think that he would be rolling in riches--Ah?" She interrupted her thoughts as she stopped short of walking past what appeared to be a technical suit of some sort. It was almost like a large set of highly advanced armor. "What have we here?" Kitanai thought again as she reached forward and placed the palm of her bandaged hand on the breast plate of the armor. "You're far too big to carry..." She thought again, sticking her arm inside the plate. "Perhaps you hide something within the walls of your--heart?" She pulled a bit, removing what appeared to be a gold pocket watch of sorts. "How plainly cliché, Kazekage." Her eyes rolled as she scanned over the pocket watch. "It is sure to make a good sell, nonetheless."
The scantily-clad woman gave a smirk to the treasure, tucking it safely into her bosom as she moved towards a nearby window. Afraid of making too much noise, her body, once more, shifted reality and appeared outside of the window, her hands clutching to the ceiling as she pulled herself on top of the top, taking silent steps across it. "Such a beautiful night," Kitanai thought again as she moved towards the opposite edge of the roof, gauging the world below. If she jumped out far enough, she'd manage to land outside the premises of the Tower, where she would be able to make her way back to the district.
Kitanai backed up, her long legs limbering up as she took a running start...
She was a tall woman with fair skin, and hair blacker than the night itself that brushed the small of her back. For a woman of her stature, she had an ability of moving through the streets without the brash sounds that most humans made. Her steps were graceful and careful, and never beckoned the noisy walking of anyone else. She was light on her feet, and clearly practiced in the art of stealth.
It was today, that this masked Shinobi would make a move far more dangerous than most would find considerable. Never had anyone among the depths of the slums questioned what sorts of treasures were kept in none other than the Kazekage Tower itself. Not until, of course, Ijimeru Kitanai came into town.
Pressing herself against the side of the tower, the slender Shinobi peered around the side of the wall towards the lined up guard that stood, erect, in the pathway. She could hear a few of their feet crunching around the sand, patrolling, on the other sides. They were interesting guards, looking around all day and night for intruders, and not even capable of finding her. Though, in hindsight, it was a flattering compliment.
The Seikon rolled her eyes at the thought. The guards talking casually among themselves every once in awhile as she leaned closer to the wall. It was, at this point, that suddenly, the Seikon was inside of the building. Her body manifesting inside through some sort of strange warping of space and time as she turned to find the stairs.
"Huh?" A deep voice inquired as a larger man turned to see what new presence had disturbed the air around him as the thief stepped, once more, through the boundaries of space, moving behind him just as he had turned. Kitanai's knuckles making a quick blow to the nape of his neck, he free hand catching him by the back of the shirt to set him down silently on the ground as she observed the area more carefully before making her way to the stairs.
"So this is the drab place the Kazekage slumbers in..." the woman thought, gliding like a silent ghost across the room. "Tell me, old rooms, what treasures do you hide from me?" She inquired to herself again as she kept her fingers away from everything. Her shockingly cyan irises scanning each room with a bored expression. "What a depression discovery, you would think that he would be rolling in riches--Ah?" She interrupted her thoughts as she stopped short of walking past what appeared to be a technical suit of some sort. It was almost like a large set of highly advanced armor. "What have we here?" Kitanai thought again as she reached forward and placed the palm of her bandaged hand on the breast plate of the armor. "You're far too big to carry..." She thought again, sticking her arm inside the plate. "Perhaps you hide something within the walls of your--heart?" She pulled a bit, removing what appeared to be a gold pocket watch of sorts. "How plainly cliché, Kazekage." Her eyes rolled as she scanned over the pocket watch. "It is sure to make a good sell, nonetheless."
The scantily-clad woman gave a smirk to the treasure, tucking it safely into her bosom as she moved towards a nearby window. Afraid of making too much noise, her body, once more, shifted reality and appeared outside of the window, her hands clutching to the ceiling as she pulled herself on top of the top, taking silent steps across it. "Such a beautiful night," Kitanai thought again as she moved towards the opposite edge of the roof, gauging the world below. If she jumped out far enough, she'd manage to land outside the premises of the Tower, where she would be able to make her way back to the district.
Kitanai backed up, her long legs limbering up as she took a running start...