Out to Lunch {Private}

[Murasaki Yoruko]

He hadn't been lying about his stomach...

The simple fact of the matter was, he was indeed hungry. The fact that this happened to coincide with the abandonment of one Yukata, Yuki was a mere bonus. The red-haired boy had walked a fair distance from the Academy into the depths of the city of Maruishi. The boy's graceful strides had led them within the inner sanctum of the city, particularly along the busy streets lined with restaurants. The city was lined with people who were interested in filling their pockets with trinkets and their bellies with food. Eager to make conversation and waste the day away. Others in the streets were more interested in filling their pockets with coin. Were Yoruko less aware of this fact he would've missed the nigh undetectable hand which reached into his pocket. A gloved hand snapped out and snatched the wrist with a strength great enough to snap it like a dried stick. A frosty glare met the eyes of the thief and he was released without a word, though somehow in the midst of the interaction Yoruko found himself with another coin purse. The thief had disappeared as swift and unnoticed as he had arrived, and Yoruko returned, glancing around with those violet eyes for his favorite shop.

He knew that he was being followed, by the person whom he allowed to follow him, and as a result he did not slow his pace as he stepped inside of the shop, which didn't appear to have a name to it, or if it did, it was worn down. They were no longer in the higher class area of restaurants, rather they were closer toward what would be referred to as the ghetto of Maruishi. That he kept his guard up was a sign that he didn't trust the area, though the guard he held did lower a bit it was still present. Yoruko gestured for her to sit, a hand flicking lazily over at the table across from him. The waitress would come soon, not asking for what the boy wanted but what the young lady who was sure to sit by him was interested in drinking. Yoruko rested his elbow upon the table, the bored look from before upon his face as he glanced outwards, waiting for her to finish ordering her drink. The boy was curious... That very curiosity had quite a tug on him, he felt like a greedy drunkard, wanting for more when he knew it may, or may not, be the best idea. Those violet Sharingan would glance over to her, looking her in the eyes as that glint of curiosity from before rose to the surface. His red locks of hair rested upon his shoulders as he leaned forward a mere few inches.

"Sadako-chan... Before we were interrupted... What were you going to say?" He asked, feeling an instant desire to take back that uncontrolled bit of desire that had slipped out from his unpracticed tongue. His regret did not show on his face, which instead remained impassive, while his eyes held that same curiosity which it always held.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako had followed Yoruko after they departed the academy, leaving behind Yukata Yui, no doubt steamed by the young man's attitude towards her. They barely passed a word between them as they made their way through the village, deeper into the economic center, the young woman smiling as she listened to the noise around her. Haggling, arguing, the shuffle of feet and bodies, the beating of so many hearts. The streets were full and and lively, the two of them weaving in and out of the crowd, Sadako quite aware and proud of the various looks she was getting from the men, and women, around them. The only time their pacing was slowed was when Yoruko caught a pickpocket, easily breaking the wrist, yet another wonderful sound caught by her ears. He was so ruthless, so cold, she didn't even think that he was angry about it as much as annoyed by being slowed down.

They finally reached their destination on the poorer side of town, the girl sighing in disappointment as she had hoped she would be treated to something classy. She wouldn't turn down a free meal of course, and the fact was that they were here for more than just to eat. At his gesture she would take a seat at the table opposite from him, soon the waitress coming by to take her order. She would think it over for a moment, asking about their selection before finally settling on a glass of cola. As she went off to get her order she turned her eyes to the boy, their gazes meeting once more as he leaned towards her.

She couldn't help but smile at his question, it no doubt gnawing at his mind since he first asked it at the school before they were interrupted. He was eager though he tried not to show it, curiosity getting the better of his cool demeanor. She leaned towards him, thinking over the response. "Ah yes...what do I like to do for fun...." She would whisper softly, her smile fading as she looked away from him in though, the expression quickly returning as her eyes snapped back to his. "I like to read manga! Hee hee, that doesn't sound too dorky, does it?" She would giggle, almost taunting the boy by keeping away the information he truly wanted from her, though her tone and expression truly could come off as genuine.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko thought he had heard a sigh upon entering but had initially dismissed it as he imagined his mind was playing tricks on him. He saw that smile, wondering if she was smiling at the closeness or at the question itself. The anticipation was gnawing at his mind in a very slow manner, dragging on like the last few minutes of training before one was about to pass out. His eyes watched her face with an intense gaze, noticing the smile vanish at a slow speed as she turned away from him to think. He was of the impression that her response would be a hesitant one again, but he was left in silence for but a mere moment, as that suspense built up in the pit of his stomach for a few moments... And flopped over as he heard her words. Manga? Was that truly what she was going to say? He wasn't sure if he was frustrated by her answer, or irritated at the prospect that she was toying with him. He wasn't sure if that truly was her answer, though her facial expression and tone seemed to be truthful. It was the eyes that he had watched the most, wondering if he could see the truth in there. The boy shook his head, drawing back as the waitress returned, with her Cola and his Tea.

Violet eyes glanced down in thought for a few moments as the Waitress would ask if Sadako would like any snacks, or if they were ready to order their meals. He would shake his head, he wasn't interested in appetizers, or he would not have room for his Tempura which was to come in ten minutes' time. Once the waitress left to get Sadako an appetizer if she ordered one, Yoruko would speak. "Nothing to be ashamed about. Are there any Manga in particular you follow?" He asked, deciding that if she were to discuss Manga that he would humor her at the least. He himself did read every now and again though with his eyes all he had to do was browse for a few moments and be left waiting for an eternity before he was able to see what transpired next. Though reading comics was far from what he thought she would speak, he would choose to ride the wave, so to speak. A sip of his tea went by, and he waited to see her response.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako thanked the waitress as she returned with her drink, turning down the offer for an appetizer before watching her off once more as she continued her duties. She would watch the boys reaction to her words as she took a sip of her soda, taking delight in the change of his demeanor. He was aloof and cold, yet instead of becoming annoyed he would actually humor her, asking her what kind of manga she preferred. "I'm a sucker for romance manga, there's a couple of them that I've been following for a while like Paradise Kiss and Wallflower. I'm not really into the whole shonen thing though...oh, and I'm a big fan of horror." She would state excitedly as she looked towards the young man, acting as she assumed a person her age would about something they were passionate about. Which...really wasn't too hard considering she was actually telling the truth for the most part.

"There's one in particular that I've taken a liking to...it's actually spooked me enough that I've lost sleep over it!" She would giggle softly as he politely covered her mouth. "It's about this girl, right? She seems like just a normal teenager...but she's not. She's something else, something dark...the author never reveals just exactly what she is, but it's obviously she's not human. She's got this voice, this beautiful voice that can compel people to do whatever she wants. She controls people, uses them, and discards them when she's done. She has no goals or objectives and it's like...all she wants to do is cause chaos, you know? She makes people kill each other, themselves, and there's even a chapter that shows her actually eating someone! Her jaw stretches out so wide...and her teeth...brrrr, just thinking about that picture gives me the heebie jeebies!" She would exclaim, holding herself and shivering.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

This girl... Truly is a mystery.

The boy watched her through those violet eyes of his, the tomoe rotating in a lazy fashion as though incapable of staying still. Like a pendulum they rotated as he watched her facial expressions, as she did the same to him. He was playing this game of cat and mouse, trying to find out more about this mystery. The boy's face remained impassive as she mentioned romance manga, though he internally smirked. Perhaps there was a bit of normalcy to this girl after all... Or perhaps the oddity of her had simply been something of his imagination? Either way, he decided he'd need more time to figure that out. As she described what he could assume was the protagonist, the way she spoke abot her, he noticed that she seemed very excited by it. The girl spoke of losing sleep over it but she didn't look like she'd lost a moment's worth of sleep in the past week, in fact it was quite the reverse. She looked well rested and quite charming.

He mentally blanched at his thoughts, wishing to return to the topic at hand, she mentioned a voice which could command people. It sounded like an audial variation of something his Sharingan was capable of doing. To use someone and discard them... That was a shinobi tactic, so it was not surprising that it was a trait she mentioned. Yoruko continued to pick apart the character, trying to find the underlying meaning if there were one. To cause chaos...? He felt an outward smirk at this, it was something that sounded fun, only in his most dire times of boredom. He'd done so in the Academy a few times, using his sharingan to trick people into hearing things or seeing things, though again the teachers didn't catch him. He was rather good at not being detected. However, it was not his own consciousness that drew him out of his thoughts, but rather the woman mentioning jaws which drew him back to semi-reality. Those jaws... He recalled the jaws which had snapped at him when he had used his Sharingan to examine her chakra system. The smirk from before remained, as he nodded toward the girl.

For a horror story, she was fairly excited about it. To be fair, he wasn't sure how most people would react as far as horror stories went, though he himself found them rather boring, due to most of them having a predictable plot. Either everybody died, or everybody but one person died, or a couple. He'd stopped reading that form of manga long ago. Though he did wonder...

"You seem to be rather fond of her, despite her coming across as a monster. What would you do, with such a power? The ability to control someone's very essence?" He found the words slipping through his lips, once again wondering what was ridding him of that self-control. His curiosity seemed to be on a rather long leash today.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"It's kinda hard not to like her. She's a monster...but she's so confident and charismatic. You can really see why people would fall for her." She would respond to him, her smile widening at his next question. What would she do with that kind of power? She leaned back in her chair, eyes looking upwards as she thought it over before her gaze returned to the young man before her. Smile widening she would lean towards him before speaking up. "I would do whatever I want." Excitement once again returned to those black eyes, letting those words hang in the air as she leaned back in her chair once more, watching Yoruko's reaction to them. "What's the point of that kind of power if you don't use it? The power to control people, use people, to get my way...that's freedom. Power is freedom."

She chuckled softly as she continued to look into his eyes, watching those tomoe spin in a circle as they focused on her. "That's just the way the world works, right? That's why people always want to downplay it's importance, always talking about how you need responsibility with all that power. That's how they control you, keep you in check, make you doubt yourself so you can never have true freedom. I can't stand people like that..." She would say, frowning as she rested her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand, still keeping her gaze on Yoruko. "What about you, hmmm? What would you do with all that power? Murasaki Yoruko, if you had all that power, all that freedom, the ability to do anything you wanted, what would you do?"

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko made sure he was watching her every movement as she spoke, seeming to light up with energy. Her chakra seemed to move a little faster, almost as though she was bubbling over with excitement. The smile widening indicated that he had made the right decision, in humoring her. He patted himself on the back mentally though he didn't let this show on his facial features. The boy felt a soft smirk come to his face as she stated that she would do as she pleased with her power. Within those dark eyes of hers a faint glimmer shining in them. Not of light, but of excitement that was palpable. His eyes closed for a moment as the smirk widened into a half grin, the furthest he'd gotten to a smile in a long time. His eyes opened in time for her to continue speaking, and as she did so he could swear she wasn't speaking from a theoretical standpoint. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was talking from experience. The way she spoke to him, it entranced him somewhat, that she was speaking in the manner of which he could relate to. The power he possessed was far beyond the level of other Genin, he could probably even take on a low-tier Jounin at this point, maybe higher. He did not know the limits of his power at this point, nor did he think he would ever know. His Sharingan gave him the very power of which she spoke, to command people. It forced people to bow to him if he so willed it.

To say that power in and of itself was freedom was not a phrase undiscovered by the red-haired male. He had discovered that when he had murdered those men in cold blood, after his friend had died. Killing the second man slowly and painfully had been something he'd enjoyed. The dominance which he held over the weaker man, before slitting his throat with a glass shard from a broken bottle. The power he had felt when he had awakened the true form of the Sharingan. Her chuckle was what brought him out of those memories, and returned his focus to the woman before him. That she continued down this topic almost pushed the point he had considered earlier. She could not stand those that tried to dominate those that were higher up on the food chain. Simply put... Why would a god bow to man? Why would a man bow to a dog? The train of thought was exceedingly simple and yet it was magnificent in it's simplicity. As she leaned forward and got closer to him, those lips seemed rather alluring to him in spite of himself. She asked what he would do, with the power and freedom that came with dominating everyone and everything. He could not help but close his eyes as a soft mirth-filled chuckle came from his lips. A confident smirk, not an amused one formed on his lips. With his eyes remaining closed, he spoke as the waitress came by. "I'm not quite hungry yet... Give us a few more minutes." He stated, and as the waitress nodded and took their drinks to refill them. That was when he spoke his intentions.

"You want to know what I would do, with that kind of power...? Perhaps it would be better..." He paused, and his chakra flowed into his eyes as they evolved behind his eyelids. He opened his eyelids and revealed his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. "If I showed you what I would do with this power." He spoke, and if she continued to look within those eyes, she would soon see upon them a battlefield of bodies, endless carnage surrounding them.

Yoruko himself was much older now, complete with violet body armor which was simple in design but effective. His hair was now down to his waist at least, and had darkened considerably. It was the color of blood. Within this false world, Kyo would see various images of him fighting endlessly, killing and maiming, an occasional flash towards him taking what it was he wanted, whatever it was at the time. There was a woman beside him, who stood at his side watching as he enjoyed taking on large groups of enemies on his own, his Sharingan not in it's Mangekyō state at this point as he dodged several attacks at once, disarming and killing each of them with little to no difficulty. An image would flash to entire villages burning. If she looked close enough, she would see the woman at his side was none other than herself, reimagined to be a little older than she was now. As it was, Yoruko looked like he was in his early twenties, so she couldn't be too much older herself.

As the images would leave her mind, his eyes would remain in their Mangekyō state, his face returned to the stoic look it held before, not a smirk, not a bored look, but one that was judging. He wanted to see the reaction that she held. He found himself hoping that she would accept the side of him he hid from everyone. Those eyes stared at her, no longer rotating but standing still as in reality, only one second had passed. The images had gone on for hours, vivid depictions of gore and- perhaps lust? Within them.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako would be fasinated as Yoruko opened his eyes, the design of his sharingan now changed, pulling her into his gaze. It sent a chill down her spine, eyes widening as she felt what it was like to have her mind invaded, her smile growing even more. He showed him a battlefield stained with blood, the young man fighting and killing to his heart's content, tearing through his enemies with joy. She moaned softly, never having seen a human who possessed such bloodlust, one who could dream of such violence. And there, by his side, she would be standing, taking in all the carnage with a pleased look on her face. All too soon he stopped, the woman being pulled back into reality, now breathing in a little harder as her eyes flickered before focusing on him. "So you do have some understanding of freedom...there's just one problem with your vision, Yoruko, for you see...I'm not a passive lover..."

She would look deep into his eyes as she opened her mouth, letting out a sweet and soft tone with her voice. It would fill his ears and put him at ease, his mind blurring as an image began to take shape. There they stood together same as they did in his vision, the woman holding his arm as they watched a horde of enemies approaching them. She would then begin to sing, the words archaic yet beautiful, foreign to the ears of modern listeners. The horde began to slow down, stop, trembling as they stood there before bowing to them on one knee. Her tone raised and so did their enemies weapons, the ground turning red as they began to take their own lives, compelled by the music of her voice. As the carnage unfolded before them she would turn her eyes up to look lovingly at Yoruko. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any person had a right to be...yet he could now see the darkness that surrounded her. Black, oily tendrils slithered over her form and around her, a living mass that merged, separated and devoured itself continuously. Hundreds of eyes could be seen along it, watching everything around it, and thousands of mouths filled with sharp and jagged teeth mumbled in panic, screamed in agony, and laughed in delirium. The mass crawled over Yoruko's body, pulling him in closer, close enough that the woman could lean up and kiss him deeply. He could feel the eyes on him, the jaws gnawing at his flesh, yet he would feel no pain, feel no fear, all he felt....

Was love.

The vision broke and he would see Sadako leaning back in her chair, sipping at her soda as the waitress finally arrived with their food, her eyes playfully looking towards the young man. "Oh! This looks delicious!" She would exclaim as she eyed the plate before her, taking her chopsticks in hand and tapping them together. "I've never had shrimp tempura before..."

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko enjoyed the chill that went down her spine as she saw the elegant design of his most precious treasure. The chakra had traveled from his eyes to hers within a fragment of the time it would take for the human body to blink. As his vision persisted, he was sure that he had heard her moan in excitement. Whoa. Okay, he was certainly cold and distant but even his face within the vision revealed the surprised look on his face, a little. Eyes widened just a bit, and that serious face dropped into one that was more relaxed. She seemed so elated to see what it was that he wished. The lust for blood which he displayed was but a small piece of the freedom he longed for. As the vision subsided and he watched her face, she noticed she was out of breath. It was amusing to him somewhat, as he hadn't caused any strain to her. Had she truly been so enigmatic in regards to the display he graced her with? 'For you see... I'm not a passive lover..." He raised a brow for a moment before those eyes seemed to swallow him and he felt the familiar sensation of being brain-jacked, for lack of a more endearing term. That melodic voice entranced him, and brought him into the vision which he was met with. He was standing at her side, bored and garbed in the armor, from his own vision, with her looking amazing.

He appeared rather bored in this vision at first, rather he later identified it to be that he was waiting. The woman began to sing an archaic song which for some reason caused a knowing longing in his stomach. He felt like he knew the language, like he'd heard it before. It drove him mad, thinking that the song was so familiar and yet not. He would wrack his mind for it later, seeing the horde stop as though entranced by her voice, as he was at present. The song did not affect him in this vision, was it because she chose not to effect him or was it because he was no longer able to be affected by it? His eyes widened a slight bit as he witnessed the group before them raise their blades... And begin committing suicide. He glanced over to the woman, who had been singing the entire time, and questions began to flurry within him. Questions about the extent of her strength and abilities, what it could do. How it could benefit him, but the greatest question of all would not come to him until later.

The sight of self-destructing warriors aside, he now turned to see their future selves in this vision, whom turned to face each other. She looked so happy and benevolent that he would've never seen the next part coming. Well that was a lie, he'd seen the Darkness which her vision-self was now emanating before, within her eyes. The tendrils of darkness left him silent though, a look of bemused interest on his face, reserved as it was. He appeared as though he was both curious and unsure as to be disturbed or accepting of this physical manifestation of darkness. The dark mass swelled and grew in number, and soon pulled Yoruko within for him to share a deep kiss, which he realized he was no longer watching, he was taking his own place. Feeling her lips upon his own, as they expressed their twisted love with their tongues he felt a very tight knot within his stomach. A sensation overwhelmed him as he suddenly felt the vision ending.

It seemed this time he would be the one left panting. He saw that they had their food before them. Wait, when had he ordered? How did she know to order them both Shrimp Tempura? His cold and distant facade had broken for the time being, questioning looks forming for a terse moment before shifting to a shocked one and then back. It was just like his own Tsukiyomi, except that his only lasted a second while hers held him still for probably ten minutes? Long enough to get him killed, that was for sure. He wasn't sure that he was still hungry, but split his chopsticks in silence as thoughts raced through his mind. One question had remained from the vision he had received however... Was the emotion that he felt within his stomach his own current self, or the manifestations of his future self? He seemed deep in contemplation. He ate his food in silence for a few moments, not put off but seeming to try to think through his thoughts. That she had those dark tendrils, the constant mouths which did not affect him despite their insistent chomping on his flesh, he understood that he had no fear. He was fearless... For the most part. He hated to admit that he wasn't completely devoid of fear. There was one thing that he did fear, despite his thoughts of it being a petty one. He hated to admit it but he was still only thirteen. There were stupid habits he was still growing out of.

His parents were one of them.

"... Shrimp Tempura is one of my favorites. This place may be cheap and out of the way... But having compared the rest of the restaurants myself . . . This one has the best by far." He spoke, as if to make conversation whilst remaining in his thoughts. Was the Sharingan's ability to command stronger or weaker than the ability that she possessed? It was probable that it weakened with each person it was distributed to, but the alternative was that it was a constant level of strength. That she commanded the darkness as she did, manifested it into a physical form. She wasn't human, or she wasn't a regular human that much was for sure. He felt a chuckle rise and erupt as a light variation of what was coming up. He, as a monster, would love a monster. His eyes returned to hers, a piercing look as he felt himself drawn in once more, wanting more. That feeling within his stomach returned, though not as strong as before. The feeling that he had with this woman was far different than the one in regards to his parents. This feeling was unknown and much more enjoyable.

He knew the feeling that came to mind when it was his parents... It was hatred and fear. That hatred shone through a little bit in his eyes, and he began to speak once more. "It is hard not to know what freedom is, when you experience it by tiny amounts on a daily basis. Tsukiyomi is the only freedom that I have as of yet. Though... That will change..." He spoke and if she could feel the aura of his mood it would plummet as he glanced to the side as the anger became prevalent in his eyes. "That will change very soon..." He practically growled out, and the floor began to smolder underneath his glare. It literally began to blacken as he stared at it with the level of intensity he was maintaining.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako lifted a shrimp to her mouth, taking a delicate bite to try it out. "Oh! It's delicious!" She would exclaim happily, taking the rest of it in one bite. As she chewed she would look towards Yoruko, wondering what he was thinking about that vision. It was a dangerous game hinting at her true nature like that, but she also had to admit that it was fun. The boy seemed mature, someone who had already seen and committed some horrible thing, but could he handle the idea of something like her existing? That would be part of the fun, the young woman hoping that he would be able control whatever fear he might feel, to see her as an ally. "Honestly, I wasn't really sure about this place when we first came...but I like it! The food is really good!" She would say with a smile, taking another bite of her tempura.

As the young man spoke she would notice the way he was burning the ground with his gaze, hearing the darker tone that came with his words. With a smile on her lips she would slide her bowl next to him, moving to take the chair at his side. "Is that so? What are you going to do?" She would ask, taking one of his tempura with her chopsticks. Holding her hand under it to catch any crumbs she would bring it up to his mouth. "Say 'aaah'!" She would giggle, feeding him if he did as she asked.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko's eyes did not notice her enjoying the shrimp but his ears caught it at least. That seemed to relieve the tension he felt; if you could consider a microscopic change in killing intent a tension relief. The girl before him seemed to enjoy the food, and seemed as though she was testing him, as he'd tested her. Being that she'd answered his test with a test of her own proved that she was fine with him being whom he was, which was a good thing. However, that he'd started thinking of his parents ruined his thought process. Having felt the barrier he placed on his emotions crumble almost as a whole, he looked up at her with a blank look as she mentioned that she really liked this place. That seemed to lift his spirits a little bit more. However, while the killing intent had lessened. He saw the girl turn to sit next to him and he decided to comply, for lack of reason not to. He took a bite of it and chewed as he began to withdraw the chakra from his eyes and stopped. He realized that speaking aloud what he wished would result in serious repercussions, especially if the wrong people heard it. In particular, the keepers of this shop, whom were in with his parents, to keep an eye on him. That he'd brought her here was an act of defiance towards them.

His hair covered his eyes as he looked down at the bowl he had before him. He took another bite in silence, chewing his food and swallowed it at an almost unforgivable pace, eating so slow. He reached to pull his hair aside, and that Sharingan began to emanate that chakra again. He hoped she wouldn't look away from his eyes, as he glanced back towards the waitress and then back to her as if to say that he could not trust their server with any further words. Once he returned eye contact the two would soon seem to freeze within time. He walked towards the waitress, whom was frozen within this false reality. He slit the woman's throat without a care, having drawn the kunai from before. A few explosive tags were tossed into the kitchen and he would reach for the woman's hand, to lead them away from the shop. Assuming she would accept he began to lead the way, his eyes remaining in their Eternal state as he snapped a finger and the shop exploded, he led the way to a house within the Pearl Tenemants. The vision would change and she would soon see the two who referred to themselves as his 'parents'. The killing intent that rose out of him was immense, enough to suffocate anyone not near his strength. From nowhere, jet-black flames erupted upon them, covering them as they screamed and writhed in agony.

"It starts with them. Once they die... I will be caged no longer." He stated, and then it would happen. It happened every time he attempted to kill them even within his own mindscape. Soon the night terrors began, the flames upon their bodies changed and they would be upon him in an instant, moving at speeds that were impossible for a human aside from teleporting, In an instant the Tsukiyomi was no longer under his control, and he lost use of his arms and legs, and his cries of pain filled the genjutsu filled world. Being that it was no longer under his control, and there was someone else present, the parents seemed to ignore her, but she would find herself unable to move. She would be forced to watch as her ally to be was torn to pieces literally. The Tsukiyomi ended just before he would've died, however.

His left eye was bleeding, as they returned to reality. He seemed far worse than before, his emotional barrier not only gone but now he was physically drained from having used Tsukiyomi reversed onto him, which left him panting and sweating. He sucked up the pain though in a quick manner, just soon enough for the waitress to miss it. He glanced at her, his eyes returning to their normal state. "I think I'm finished... How about we visit the park?" He asked, another quick glance towards the waitress would not be missed by the girl, as he was quick to lose his subtlety.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako continued to calmly eat her tempura as chaos broke out in the restaurant, starting with the murder of her waitress and explosive tags thrown around all occurring while everyone else would be frozen. It was hard for her to tell if this was reality or just another illusion, the boy incredibly powerful for someone his age and able to make the visions almost indistinguishable from reality. For the moment she would believe that what she saw wasn't real, feeling that the boy wouldn't risk himself by causing such high scale destruction. Not to mention that she truly did like the shrimp tempura there and it would be very unfortunate if she could never have more. A sip of her soda was taken as he grabbed her hand, leading her out of the restaurant as it exploded. She would be led to a house, staying silent the whole way before confronted with the vision of what she assumes to be the boy's parents. Yoruko attempted to attack them and she found herself frozen in place, watching the young man get easily torn apart, no match for the abilities of his parents. She wasn't exactly horrified but just surprised at the gulf between what they were capable of, soon brought back to reality as she sat next to the boy.

She took a napkin and brought it up to his left eye, gingerly cleaning up the blood from it. "You're afraid of them...but don't worry...you'll have your freedom soon enough." She would coo reassuringly, the boy announcing that he was done. "Mmmm, I'm not yet! You'll just have to wait!" She would giggle as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him as she took whatever shrimp was on his plate and added it to hers. She took her time eating the shrimp as she leaned against him, eventually finishing the plate and setting it down, drinking it down with her cola before she nodded to him. :Alright, I'm ready. And stop staring at the waitress...you're going to make me jealous..." She would say, giggling softly.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

He felt the napkin before he realized what was transpiring. She was wiping the blood off of his cheek as though it were nothing more than a tear or he had dripped some sauce upon his person. She cooed at him, showing him an emotion he again was unfamiliar with. She accepted the fact that he was afraid of those that had given birth to him as if it were an everyday occurrence. His eyes stared blank at the woman before him, who promised him sweet freedom. Those eyes of his reverted back from their beautiful Mangekyō form to their regular, fully mastered Sharingan state. The three tomoe swirled within in a lazy manner as he seemed to be deep in thought. Who was this woman, that she had such darkness in her eyes? Who was this woman, whom had such charisma that it lulled him out of his cold shell? Who was this woman, that she accepted him as he was? Who was Kiriyama Sadako really? A monster, a deity of darkness? She certainly was beautiful enough to pass for a goddess. As she finished her bowl he had eaten a few more bites of his own, and once she finished, she commented on his glances to the waitress. He felt a small smile on his face, not a smirk, it was an honest smile.

The smile faded as quick as it had appeared, and he stood, walking over to the waitress and paying her, before giving her a small additional amount with a few words. He turned around and began to walk out of the building and towards the park. "There's no need to be jealous, you're far above her." He stated in a cool manner, feeling the distance and cold air return to him as did his grace. His footsteps clacked against the road as he lead them to the park, where they would find a park bench and he would nod for her to sit, before he would too take a seat. THe walk here had been silent for the most part, he had been deep in thought about a great deal of things. The feelings that this woman caused to flow through him, the odd power that she held, those dark tendrils were very strange but he'd seen worse in his nightmares. He enjoyed showing her the lust for killing that he had, he wanted to dance with as many people as he could. Fighting was something beautiful, and only those truly skilled in it could dance for hours without ever losing their grace. The boy smiled as he waited to feel her eyes on himself before he would turn to face her, placing his arm behind her in a comfortable position.

"We have both shown each other a secret of ours, that is something that I assume we cannot share with others." He began, his voice making a questioning tone as he spoke the word assume. The boy's eyes searched hers as a word popped through his mind, which she had stated once or twice now since they met. She mentioned that word, lover? He wondered what that meant, and then remembered out of one of the Shoujo books which he would never admit to reading, that he had seen that before. An idle thought passed through him, if he felt this love before. Or... If perhaps that was the feeling in his stomach. That thought coursed through his body and it raised the hairs on his arms, though he was thankful again that he wore long sleeved clothing. "What is it that you want from me, Sada-chan?" He asked in a soft voice eyes trained on her in all of the beautiful purple glory.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako would wipe off her mouth with a napkin before standing, waiting for Yoruko to pay for the food before they departed. She chuckled at the compliment he gave her, eyes turning up to look at him. "I know." She would answer simply, showing off a bit of her vanity as they moved through the streets. Few words passed between them, each thinking about their current situation. She knew that everything that transpired today may have been a lot for the young man to take in, could sense the tension that was in the air as they entered the park. As he indicated for her to sit at a bench she would do so, folding her hands on her lap. As he took his place next to her he would lay his arm across the back of the bench, showing a surprising amount of physical openness.

Of course we can't. You and I aren't like other people, no one else could really understand us. Well...I suppose even you still don't really understand me." She would say as she would move closer to him, pressing against his side. She laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his body against hers. He would eventually speak up once more, questioning her on what she wanted from him. "Hmmm...what do I want from you? She would ask out loud as she pulled her head upwards, eyes looking up into his. "The only thing I want from you is to see you be free. And if you'll let me come along for the ride well...I wouldn't complain." And for the most part that would be the truth, wanting to see just how far the young man would go to be free from the chains his family had imposed on him, feeling that being by his side could give her the chaos and excitement she desired.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

He did not care what others thought, whether they considered the pair a couple or otherwise. As far as he was concerned, they were not a couple, but rather two beings whose destiny was intertwined. They were fated to meet that day, her for the chaos which she longed for, and he for the freedom which would generate that which she wished for. This would be the conclusion he would come to at a later date, as he recalled fond times of the past. The violet eyes bore into her own black ones as she'd begun to speak. The two of them were not your typical shinobi that much was plain to him or anyone who could just take a look at Yoruko's eyes. Those violet sharingan filled with a variety of emotions though he did his best to cover most of them. Feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, he nodded softly as she spoke of the truth. No one would truly understand him, at least that was how he had thought. Parents which raised him to be a tool for their use, and the understanding that came with that. The fear that came with parents who forced him into a cage.

He wanted out. He wanted that sweet taste of release after being stuck inside of a nightmare for so long. Bits and pieces no longer were enough, he craved the entirety of freedom. He listened with open ears as she re-stated his question, before speaking her response which elicited a similar response to earlier, a short time after the vision. She was interested in staying by his side, and seeing him freed from his prison? He felt the urge to chuckle rise somewhat, that longing for freedom yearned within him in such a great manner he began to feel his restraints fading. The woman at his side wished to stay with him as he fought against the chains that sought to keep him down? Yoruko wondered to himself if the woman understood what it was that she was asking, in wishing to stay with him. He hated his parents for making him fear them as he did, but he wasn't sure if he broke free that she would enjoy everything to follow after.

It was then he decided that he would choose his freedom how he wanted it. He spoke in a soft voice, as his eyes became full of longing and desire. "I would enjoy your company... I want you there, by my side when I break free. You alone, to witness my freedom from the cage that I am restrained within." He spoke as he stood. He didn't want to sit down for this... He had something in mind it seemed. He would turn to see the sitting girl and bent over the bench so that his face was mere inches from hers, eyes closer than they had been the entire day. He would move to close what few inches they had, and stop just short, wanting her to reach those last few inches. "Sada-chan... Be by my side." He spoke as his lips rested mere inches from her own.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Sadako was a very patient individual for someone who preferred action and chaos, knowing that it was always better to let events run their natural course. So as the silence settled she would wait and look up at him, black eyes running over his handsome features. That's when she would see it, those cold eyes of his softening and becoming full of desire, desire for her. Lips would then reveal what he was feeling, more melodramatic than she anticipated, but it was sweet nonetheless. He brought his face close to hers, lips brushing together, the young woman unable to help but smile as he gave in to his desire and asked her to be at his side. Arms moved up to wrap around his neck possessively, her softer body pressing against his, taking in his scent as she looked into his eyes. "Of course I will be...I'll be by your side for as long as you live..." She would whisper as she covered the gap between their lips, sharing their first kiss. Her eyes closed as she melted into it, fingers moving to run through his hair, deepening that kiss as she showed him the passion that lay within her.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes, as though she knew what he was thinking, what his eyes were showing. She had wrapped her arms around his neck in a manner which was possessive- that was a feeling he understood and felt the same feeling take him over as she pulled on him down against herself, their bodies pressed against each other as she seemed to wish to speak. The words that she uttered sent a rush of heat through his body that she would surely feel despite the layers of clothing between the two as she pressed her lips up against his. While she closed her eyes he sat there for a moment, unsure that this was real. The unreality of it all crashed down through him as he rested his arms behind her back and pulled her up against his own body tightly, lips pressing back against hers as they shared their first kiss. He felt something he had only ever felt once, in the heat of battle. That rush of emotion and passion as his body naturally began to heat up around them. He felt her lips against his own and her hands through his hair and everything felt so right with her here. He rubbed her back as they stood there, the bench having been excluded from the passion the two exuded. He broke away from the kiss only due to the need for oxygen, which left him panting and eyes staring where her eyes were, his arms remained around her smaller form.

He wished to remain silent for now, reveling the emotions that had washed over him. Was it love, or lust? Did he truly long for another's company without realizing it for such a long time? The boy smiled with his eyes closing, he wanted to speak but knew not what he wished to say. He wondered if she would say anything, or if they would let the moment sit there. Was she as enamored as he was, was she as fulfilled by her emotions as he felt overwhelmed by? He wondered these things as he enjoyed the closeness which they shared.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

As he broke the kiss she would lean forward, stealing a few more from his lips before letting him pull away. She was breathing deeply, those black eyes now filled with both longing and lust, a long leg moving to drape over his. She leaned forward to kiss at his neck, teeth nibbling at his sensitive flesh, nails running down his chest before stopping as she realized that she had been losing control of herself. She was a wild animal and it could be hard to remember that after socializing for so long, the clothing, mannerisms, and pleasantries pushing down the beast that she truly was. Cheeks turned pink as she looked away, slowly releasing him though a small smile played on her lips. "You're a...a good kisser..." She would say softly as she tucked a dark lock behind her ear, eyes shifting to look towards him once more. "So...does that mean you want me to be your girlfriend? I hope you know that I have expensive tastes and I expect you to listen to me no matter how much I nag you." She would giggle as she rested herself against him once more, eyes looking up into his with affection as a hand would move to his chest.

 

[Murasaki Yoruko]

Yoruko felt her lips coming back to attack his own once more, her chakra and emotions seeming far heated than he felt. A leg draped over his and he glance down with his eyes for but a second as she was all over him in a moment, nails coming down his chest on his shirt before she seemed to regather himself. She pulled away for a moment, not quite embarrassed more like she was holding back. Had he not already known she wasn't a regular person he may have been put off by her advances, but he accepted them as a part of her nature though it did make him curious, and his curiosity had already proven to be a driving force of his. She had acquired a blush after all, as she smiled somewhat and he felt a soft smirk edge onto his face at the comment she made. She was a monster inside, and he wasn't sure how he was going to keep things at his pace, kissing in and of itself was something new to him, he knew where things would be going had she pressed on. His eyes glanced into hers, nodding slowly as he agreed.

"You're not too bad of a kisser yourself... Just what I'd hope from my girlfriend. As long as you accept my judgment on some things." He spoke, his arms returning to resting above her hips in a strong but caring embrace. He'd had this taste of freedom... And he decided that he'd want to cut off the sappiness for the time being. He had something to ask of her, something that only she was capable of performing. His eyes looked down at her, a thoughtful look upon them as he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling back once again. "I have something to ask of you as well, Sada-chan..." He spoke, that smirk returning to his lips, wondering if the request were to surprise her. His chakra became darker again as his emotions turned towards a fusion of the passion that he'd felt earlier, as well as the hateful chakra which she would've physically felt earlier. He would lean over to her ear, whispering softly in that dark voice which he had spoken in earlier, laced with the killing intent within him, which had been caged in for so long.

"When the time is ripe... Command me to kill them." He asked, as though he were whispering improper promises into her ear, he was giving her his permission to use her power on him. It was for his own purposes but it would also assist her in seeing what it was that she wanted. He drew back to see the expression on her face, those beautiful eyes of his which had been filled with thought were now filled with the darkness that emanated from inside his own form. Those restrained negative emotions within his body which cried out for release from being caged inside of a body which refused to let them out for fear of his parents decision to kill him. He wanted to live, but he wanted to live free and that was something his parents would never allow.​

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

"But of course, the cornerstone of a relationship is that we listen to each other." She would respond, enjoying that strong arm above her hip as she leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. Her head tilted up to accept another kiss before he began his question, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. Then came those dark, forbidden words, the declaration of patricide, to have her force him to commit such a grievous sin. She had no problem doing such a thing, had indeed made people do far worse to themselves and others...though perhaps to his dismay she would shake her head in refusal. "I won't." She would say as she pulled away from him, keeping her eyes on his. "Yoruko, you need to understand exactly what you're doing. You're planning to free yourself from them, to do something that would be unthinkable by normal humans. It would be cheating if you just had me force you to do it." She would try to explain, hoping that he wold have the clarity of mind to understand. "I'll stand by your side, I'll kill whoever tries to stop you, but you're the one that has to do it. You're the one that needs to overcome your fear and end their lives. If you don't then you'll live the rest of your life in doubt, always wondering whether you had the strength to do it...or if you were just a coward. Do you understand?" She would ask, a hand moving to rest on his thigh.