Contract Search Keep em guessing your next move (dual contract/Sabishii)

[Kureji]

So some kid apparently had tracked him down and wanted to learn a thing or two about what Kureji can do. He decided to agree for whatever reason he felt like. But he did tell the kid that he expects to be paid in barbecue skewers. He was feeling a bit hungry and that's what he was feeling for. He can usually eat about five or six of them in one sitting, so it would be a moderate price for learning the ways of the rock star. What would the kid really want from him exactly? How to be charming? How to be a rock star? How to be a master genjutsu user? Who knows?

Either way, the missing ninja sat at a restaurant table that was outside waiting for the kid to show up. It was about midday so there were many civilians that were walking around. Even with the looming threat of the Twin dudes and their Golden Sanctuary. Probably trying to find some type of peace in such hard times like these. He can't really blame em. The threat of losing your own freedom just cuz some asshole with power wants to make you their tool. It is the only reason why the missing ninja even is helping Suna out with their conflict.

He leaned back in his chair and would simply wait for the kid to show up. "The kid better not be a handful." He muttered to himself. The last thing he needs to hear is some kid trying to tell him about morals and all of that. No doubt that word might get around that he is an outsider. And it seems that very little people know that he's actually a missing ninja from the very same Village he is now working with. Oh the irony of it all. Oh well. Once this conflict blows over, he'll travel around the world again. But seriously though! What's with all these Villages having all these problems? First it was Leaf with some man made virus, now it's Sand with some pompous ass holes that want to control everything.

 

[Sabishii]

Sabishii, in his studies with Yuka, would decide between major classes that he would seek out someone. Someone that would help him, he was becoming stronger and more potent with his genjutsu. There was a nin, someone from the outside that he knew he could trust... potentially. He'd seen him around and he didnt know the extent of his connection to the village but he sought him out, because there could potentially be something that they could both gain? No, Sabishii had nothing to offer anyone. Not yet anyways. Sabishii wanted information, if anything he gained out of that history class was prevalent to his current ideology it would be that knowledge was power. And Maybe it would be that information and intel that would allow him to be an asset to Yuka.

Maybe even allow them both to be seen as indispensable to people abroad. In due time though...

As Sabishii would move outside the village and move to their meeting point, the air would feel fresh and misty. The closer he moved to the edge of the water he would feel the breeze soften and cool. Something that he'd not felt since he was six... just before his parents were taken from him. It felt nostalgic. If felt like something that was wafted in peace and pleasure. Sabishii would make his way through though. He didnt smile, but his eyes seemed to be a bit happier than before. Odd.

"...handful?" Sabishii would state as he stood behind Kureji, before taking his seat next to him and frowning. The dark hair with the color similar to clay, would set himself squirming in his chair for a moment as he'd look to Kureji with his hollowed eyes. Deep and tired. Worn from the endless nights he was kept awake. However, he was surely kept awake for days on end before his body would finally succumb to the threshold of sleep. He would get time... before awakening again and staying up until he could no longer take it. His dreams were often met with sinister nightmares, reliving the day he saw his father slain. Reliving the moments were he would have to take the lives of those that had killed his mother.

"...Thank you for meeting me... I wont hold you for long..." a small chuckle behind unamused eyes. Dark within their sockets. Like an endless ocean of thick black muck. Did the boy even have decipherable pupils from the iris? Or were his eyes just that dark behind slight slits of crimson veins that bore form the corners of the sclera. "...So, I need a tutor... or... someone that knows genjutsu... that isnt the kage... that can help me..." he spoke in a croaking voice, as if he needed to drink water but refused to do so.