"Trust me, you can dance" - Vodka [Open]

[Kaen]

It was just about that time again, the auspicious time where everyone prepares for the new year. Some elect to stay home with loved ones, while others with little to no ties venture out into the city with friends to party the night away. Kaen was one of those people. While he did have loved ones at home, Kasen and he had not been getting along so swimmingly as of late. His self doubt and insecurities of his strength coupled with her grief of losing Same had caused a dramatic rift between the two. So Kaen took it upon himself to go out, get some fresh air, meet some new people and just enjoy the coming of this new year. Kasen should be ok, she has her caretaker after all... though... knowing Kasen she probably let Ayame have the night off. It didn't matter, Kaen was out to have some fun, and he was bound and determined to find it.

Kaen never really ventured this far into the main city area before, usually just stopping in for some shopping and be on his way back home. He looked upwards expecting to see the starry night above, but instead was met with the bright lights of neon signs and other miscellaneous advertisement boards. Not a single star managed to shine through. The busy streets were over crowded as people were coming to and from destinations, people leaving work hurrying home for the festivities or those similar to Kaen who were making their way to a hot party down town or something rather. Kaen smacked his lips together, realizing his mouth was quite dry. Mmm, thirsty. Glancing around he soon spotted what appeared to be a nightclub of sorts. He shrugged and crossed the street and entered the building.

Immediately he was blasted headstrong like a wrecking ball. The abrupt sounds flooded the air as the deep thump thump thump of the bass pounded against his eardrums. Strange to see what people are into these days... All he really cared about was getting a drink. Peering over the crowd of young adults, he spotted what appeared to be the bar. It took him a few minutes, but he got there, despite having to push, shove and threaten people along the way... what a hassle. A large and muscle bound guy strolled over to his side of the counter and would give Kaen the surprise of his life. While he had expected something deep and booming from such stature of a man, instead he was met with the high pitched shrill of a young lady. "Like, how are you tonight sweety? What are drinking tonight?" Kaen would stare wide eyed for what seemed like minutes before he was able to stutter out a simple drink order. Kaen cleared his throat as best he could and ordered. "Ahem... I, uh... I'll have a vodka, neat." The strange bartender would make a horrendous giggle and get his drink. "Hee hee, that sounds AMAZING! I'll get that for u right now hun." The Man would disappear under the counter for a few seconds and return with a small glass and pour in a substantial amount of liquid into it. "Like here you are, big guy." The Bartender would give a playful wink, Kaen would only look in disgust and shudder before slowly walking away. Gonna have to make this drink last a while, lest talk to that thing again.

Kaen would force his way through the crowd once more, still pushing and shoving and even bearing his teeth at a few who dared to stand up to him. He would find a nice corner to sit in, waiting for something interesting to happen, that or for his drink to suddenly run dry, forcing him to return to Mr. Big and Flirty over there. The music was still thumping away, at this point Kaen couldn't be sure the internal beating was from his heart or the music. He would kick his feet up onto a nearby chair and take a small sip of his drink. Mmm, that's it...

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[Rise]

It was quite the festivity, nothing Rise has ever seen before. Although it was late, people were about, hanging out and genuinely having fun with their friends. Someone like Rise could never understand this kind of relationship between people. The reason being she just never had any friends. So, socializing and being around others wasn’t a common occurrence unless it was for a mission and we all knew what those missions entailed for people of her upbringing. So, beyond that, she was quite the loner.

So why exactly did she leave her room from the Byakko’s estate? Well, she needed an escape. She was uncomfortable. The kindness, the lavish and expensive home. It wasn’t Rise. That kind of lifestyle belonged to those whom were rich and born into status. So of course, the streets called out to Rise. She wanted to see how the people were like and I must say it was quite a shock. For a shinobi village, the people were quite… normal. Nothing extraordinary. It behaved like any other town outside the prestige name of Sunagakure.

But there was no reason for our mystery guest to remain gloomy. After all, Lord Jashin was a god of enjoyment and murder- but the latter wasn’t so important now. Rise was enjoying that rhythm. The music entered her ears and she started to move her hips and swaying her hands to the beat. Before she knew it, she was now in the club dancing the night away with the rest of hot blooded teens and young adults. There was a distinct smell of liquor and smoke that intoxicated the air. Despite her disgust of the man, the smell reminded her a lot about her Master Aoshi. They had quite the love and hate relationship as far as a master and slave can be associated. “That crude bastard.”, She would simply think to herself. Yet, being away from the cult she somehow… missed them? Which was ironic… comical even. To miss the people whom abducted and tortured you. Stockholm syndrome at its finest. Rise surely had a f*cked up mindset. That’s when the liquor started to hit her system. She was chugging down quite a few vodkas in excess. You would think she was an old drunk by how much she was drinking.

“Woah.. my head feeells weird..”, Rise felt slightly tipsy. She needed a moment to recover and that’s when she decided to sit beside the red headed fellow. “Oi handsome, I hope you don’t mind. Actually, I don’t care.” Following suit she kicked her feet up on the same chair as him trying to shove his feet off. You could say, she was challenging him for the chair.

 

[Kaen]

The music still blared loudly throughout the facility. The young and naive common folk were dancing in the middle of the room to some beat Kaen was unfamiliar with. He never really was into this whole scene, but a drink was a drink. In the end he figured it didn't really matter. Kaen would stare off into the crowd as he contemplated what it might be like for them. So oblivious to the outside world and how it all really worked... Did they even know that they all almost got eaten by that fucking sandwyrm? No... probably not. They wouldn't even believe him if he told them, less so that he helped save all their pathetic lives... Kaen would go to take a small sip of his drink.

-Thump-

A light thud would nearly rattle his glass out of his hands, nearly spilling its contents. The sudden appearance of some chick crashing down next to him was the source of this disturbance. "What the fu--" Barely having time to muster a few words the discourteous newcomer interjected. “Oi handsome, I hope you don’t mind. Actually, I don’t care.” Handsome? Clearly this women was drunk or had little to no inhibitions. "Yeah sure, I don't ca--" Again she tested his patience, kicking her feet up onto the same chair he was currently occupying with his own feet. It seemed like she was trying to kick him off entirely, what was with this chick? Kaen would struggle a bit, contesting the area in a strange version of king of the hill, before simply giving in. She was drunk, clearly, no sense in riling her up for no reason.

"Fine, take it... I found a new leg rest anyways... At this point Kaen himself was feeling the effects of the alcohol as well, as such his "filter" was wearing thin and his own cares would slowly fade away. With that in mind, Kaen scooted back a bit in the booth to lean against its wall and would kick his feet up onto the women's lap, his knees resting in alignment with her thighs. "Mmm, yep. Way better than that damn chair." Kaen would grin, exposing his razor sharp teeth. Normally he would have avoided such acts to attempt to not scare people with his deformity, but again he just didn't care right now. "Name's Kaen, and you?" Figure if they are gonna be sharing seats and possibly more drinks, might as well get to know one another, right? I mean that's what the normal people do...


[MFT]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"Ahahaha!~ Your voice!"​

Amidst the bright lights, deafening music, and throngs of drunk people was a young man with rose-colored hair. He was sat at the bar on a stool...and currently? He was cracking up over the buff bartender's high-pitched voice. Luckily the guy seemed pretty nice, so besides a sweat drop he didn't have too extreme of a reaction. From what it looked like he was trying to get a drink order out of the boy...but he didn't seem to be having too much luck. Politely he asked him again what he wanted to drink, the youth stopping his cackling momentarily to wipe a tear from his eye. "Hmhm...~" he let out what was supposed to be a ruminating sound, but he could only barely stifle his laughter. A finger came up to tap thoughtfully on his chin. "What do you want?"...for most it was a simple question. For this kid? It was an open invitation...

"Teriyaki." he responded after a few moments of "thought", nodding twice for emphasis. I've tried...and I simply can not describe to you the sheer look of astonishment on the bartender's face. This was a nightclub...they barely had any snackfood here let alone TERI-f*cking-YAKI. Was this kid on something? "This many." the clearly out-of-place boy added, extending all of his fingers on both hands. What did that even mean?! Ten teriyaki? Did he mean plates or...- y'know what, there really wasn't any point in trying to decipher these things. The bartender was left literally unable to respond, as he (like any sane person might) was racking his brain in an attempt to understand just what this kid was asking him. A nearby bar-back popped open a beer and slid it towards the boy, an attempt at perhaps coming to his bartender's aid after seeing the man's utter bewilderment. It wasn't what he asked for, but thanks to his short attention span, it was enough to distract him while the burly man retreated and began heavily brainstorming a solution to this problem. The rose-haired boy arched an eyebrow at the bottled beverage, picking it up and giving it a good sniff before furrowing his brow and inspecting it even closer. "...this is the stuff Yama drinks all the time?" He spoke, but it was more thinking aloud than talking to anyone in particular. A few girls seated near him at the bar were watching the odd fellow and giggling, obviously enjoying the show he was putting on. Fortunately he didn't disappoint, and with a shrug placed the bottle to his lips and took a hearty swig...

...and another. And another.

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[Rise]

“Damn straight this is my chair.”

Rise voiced aloud. Even in her groggy state she still had that level of competitiveness. It didn’t matter that she was claiming something as silly as a chair which was clearly in abundance. But it still bothered her that the man didn’t put up much of a fight. Why was he so complacent in his chair being stolen? Were all Sunagakurian men like this?

“W-wait.. is something wrong with that chair why don’t you-“, Her utterances abruptly cut short the moment she felt the weight of your legs conveniently placed on her lap. “Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to use me as a foot rest. When did you become my sempai?” She wasn’t making much sense and she sure as hell wasn’t thinking. Jashinists could undergo all means of mutilation yet something as simple as an alcoholic beverage could still intoxicate them. It was quite the ironic twist, and unfortunately Rise was no different. “Either ways, if you would like to keep your legs I’d advise for you to move them… Actually, you could leave them...” She suddenly wet her lips. There was something about his legs that resembled cattle meat. She was getting hungry.

“I wonder how the muscle and meat on his legs would taste… if I cut it cleanly…. It would serve me for some time…”</B><i></i> The woman didn’t hide her intent. Slowly she would rub his legs somewhat marking areas that would have the most flesh. <B>“Your name is Kaen huh?... I’m Rise… Mhm… food shouldn’t speak so much you know.” The woman seemed quite casual about her inspection and invasion of the man’s personal space. She was no cannibal- at least that’s what one would want to believe. Yet the drinks did seem to make her a bit more delusional than expected. Often her master would make her have a drink or two but not to this extent. She still needed to build up her immunity after all.

But despite her drunken state, she still overhead the voice of a younging across the room requesting for Teriyaki. That was some hearing on this lass. But Teriyaki. What was Teriyaki? You could say Rise was a bit of a special case when it came to fine dishes. She never had the luxury.

“Kaen. Get me some Teriyaki… See that guy over there… he got some.”, Some reason Rise was commanding Kaen as if he was now her errand boy. From food to slave boy? Who would have thought.

 

[Kaen]

“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to use me as a foot rest. When did you become my sempai?” Sempai? What was this girl going on about? Did she have a weird and abusive master that treated her like a foot rest or something? “Either ways, if you would like to keep your legs I’d advise for you to move them… Actually, you could leave them...” Kaen had only been messing around and was about to move his legs upon her request, but then she said he could leave them. Albeit while licking her lips, was she coming on to him or something? Either way, her lap was pretty comfortable. “I wonder how the muscle and meat on his legs would taste… if I cut it cleanly…. It would serve me for some time…”</B><i></i> What the fuck? Did she really just say that?! Kaen decided to play along back with her and smiled bearing his teeth once more. <B>"Careful now, this hunk of meat bites back..." Kaen would then clack his razor sharp teeth together in a chomping motion, hinting that he might take a bite out of her should she attempt the same on him. “Your name is Kaen huh?... I’m Rise… Mhm… food shouldn’t speak so much you know.” What a cheeky little thing she was turning out to be, tonight might actually be a little fun for him. "Rise, eh? Funny, I was thinking the same thing... Kaen would grin, once more showing his shark like filed teeth, hinting that he may be considering her a meal as well. “Kaen. Get me some Teriyaki… See that guy over there… he got some.” Kaen's stomach grumbled almost simultaneously with her request. He had grown quite ravenous himself, and eating this petite sirloin here might only get him in trouble. "Teriyaki? Yeah alright, better some bbq rather than eat each other haha." Kaen would remove his legs from the girls lap and get up from their booth. "Alright, I'll be right back, I'll grab us another drink while I'm up." Kaen would then leave the girl at the table and force his way through the sea of people.

It took him a great deal of effort on his part to not just blast a way through the crowd, these people were so indecent and rude, bumping and grinding on him, even the guys!!! It disgusted him to think they could be so care free and openly vulgar to anyone who happened to get to close... He had made it to the bar, arriving beside the rose-haired boy. "This many." He noticed how perplexed the bartender appeared over the boy's incredibly vague request of 10 teriyakis. What the fuck did that even mean? Why was there a kid in a place like this? He didn't seem... normal... though what is normal anymore... Another man cracked open a cold one for the boy and slid it towards him, the boy hesitated at first and then downed the bottle in one go. "Shit little kid, you sure you should be drinking that stuff? Hey barkeep!" Kaen would inquire playfully about the kid and his beer while calling the bartender over again. Kaen would listen for his response while placing his order. "Make that 5 orders of teriyaki skewers, this kid is gonna need some food in him after that drink and myself and that girl over there need some to ourselves, I need another two of ur best vodka." Kaen then reached deep into his pocket and pulled a thick wad of yen and slammed it on the table, he meant for tonight to be a great night, and he would have it! "Keep'em comin and i'll let you keep what's left as a tip, got that buttercup?" Kaen would turn his attention back to the kid while he waited for their strange request of meat foods. "So little dude, you alone? You can come sit with us over there if you want, i'll even buy you a few more of those beers if you want." It should only take the barkeep a short while to retrieve their orders, nightclub or not, that was a shit load of yen, he better deliver...

 

[Gotō Daiji]

All of it. He drank the entire bottle in less than ten seconds. Even shook out the remaining droplets into his mouth. And his reaction to his very first beer? 'Yuck!" a grimace took hold on his face as he carelessly tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder. Some people didn't like alcohol and that was fine...but most don't drink a whole beer and THEN decide it's bad. Between his natural gluttony and simple-mindedness, there were plenty of reasons for his behavior. It just doesn't make it any less ridiculous...

Shortly after he had made his snap decision on alcohol, a guy with red hair approached the bar next to him. Out of the corner of his eye he sort of looked like his old acquaintance Sagi. But this couldn't have been him...could it? Who knew. His memory was awful anyway. He asked the youth if he should be drinking, to which the boy responded by frowning and shaking his head. "No way...this stuff's gross." It sure didn't taste good, but most people didn't drink alcohol for the taste. It was the after effects that they desired. And he was beginning to feel those right about-...wait. He wasn't. By all accounts he should be a lightweight. It was only one beer...but he should've at least felt a little buzz coming on. He certainly didn't have a tolerance built up. Maybe it was his ungodly metabolism preventing intoxication? That had to be it. He probably could get drunk, it would just take a LOT of alcohol. Regardless, it didn't look like they'd be testing his limits today. If he didn't like the taste, there was no way he was drinking any more of that crap!

The red-haired stranger shouted an order at the bartender, something that made the lad's ears perk up. "Eh?" Now food...THAT was his language! An expectant took hold on the boy's face as he turned to Kaen. "You're buying me food?!" And just like that? The Sunan shinobi had entered into a verbal agreement the likes of which he couldn't possibly understand...

...but on the plus side, he made an instant ally out of the kid!

Well...he wasn't really a kid. Physically, anyway. In actuality he was seventeen. It's just that his youthful sounding voice combined with his childish mannerisms often led people to believe he was younger. The boy nodded after being asked if he was here by himself. I mean sure he had Gun...but he'd been off doing his own thing ever since they got to Suna! Probably slumming it with the other degenerates in Grand Palais. His grandpa had gone off too, but mentioned he was going to come find him in a day or two. Something about training? It made the boy shudder just to think about it. Kaen offered the youth a chance to come sit with him and his "friend", to which he replied with a simple, "Sure!" before spinning in his bar stool and hopping off of it. There was no questioning when it came to this kid. No doubt. No mistrust. He was the definition of naive. The odd youth made his way over to where the red-haired guy had pointed, his attire now obvious since he'd stood up. He was garbed in a red Hawaiian floral shirt that hung open on his lean torso, while blue shorts covered his legs. Simple straw sandals covered the bottoms of his feet and clacked as he made his way through the crowd and towards the corner where Kaen had been seated. When he arrived? He found an intoxicated girl with white hair. "Yo." he greeted her with a wave, his usual innocent facial expression occupying his face. The youth placed his hands on his hips as his gaze drifted around the jam-packed nightclub. This was his first time ever being in one...so he wasn't really sure what to expe- "...this is a weird restaurant."

...yeah.

 

[Rise]

Although drunk, the woman had remarkable observation…. Just a tad slow in her current state. It took a moment to realize there was something about Kaen that reminded her about a few friends of hers. Was it that red hair? Of course not… actually… there was one but it wasn’t that. It was those chompers! The kin of her shark pact would surely be pleased to see that there were some humans that took on at least some similarities among them or Kaen just looked like attractive meat. Either way, they would be quite pleased. Feast or as a surprise guest. Interesting. A playful grin surfaced to her lips. “I should let them meet. One.. day… ah yes… that would be fun…” She drunkenly uttered.

While she waited, she began to listen to the music. Her body slowly rocked enjoying the rhythm. It was something to ignore that craving she had and the growls of her stomach. She wanted meat. Lots of it. It would have better if wasn’t fully cooked either. Rare meat often tasted the best as the meat was still moistened by the blood of the animal. But she would see once Kaen arrived with this ‘Teriyaki’.

She was then approached by a young man perhaps no older than herself. Pink-haired? Hmmm.. something told her this was trouble. Nothing good ever came from pink-haired people. Not one thing. It was personal experience- or rather you could say prior character experiences and anime! Beyond that playful jest, Rise would grin at her new acquaintance. “So… are you the ‘Teriyaki’? Did Kaen send you over here? I didn’t know that Teriyaki was someone’s name I thought it was food…. Hmm…” Clearly disappointed her smile quickly regressed into an impassive state.

“So what is the idea with that hair color? Did you dye it pink or is that some other color?” She started small chatter.

 

[Kaen]

The rose haired kid wasted no time in agreeing to their little deal, if you could call it that. He would hang out with them and Kaen would buy him food and drink. This was probably the nicest thing he had ever done for a total stranger. But this kid was different, who drinks a whole bottle of beer and THEN decide they didn't like it... he was interesting to say the least. With a slightly excited "Sure" and a hop and a skip the pink haired kid was off and on his way towards the cozy corner booth where Rise was still waiting for her "teriyaki'. Hopefully this guy didn't take too long with the food, Kaen himself was getting pretty hungry and he did NOT wanna do that other thing in public. Regular food would have to suffice for now. Across the sea of people he could see Rise and the kid meeting, it was clear Rise was not expecting more company, perhaps he did the wrong thing... Oh well, it was the holidays, she could deal with it.

[OOC, Sorry for the wait and the short post. In a RP sense it would be better if I waited another turn before returning with food. Give you two a chance to get the formalities out of the way and then ill be back with more drinks and a strange magical substance named "teriyaki"]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Blink, blink. The boy stared at his new acquaintance blankly as she spoke. Although he couldn't hear her innermost reservations about people with pink hair...in this case? She was absolutely right. Trouble had hounded Keiatsu since the day he was born. He was a magnet for it! And by extension it seemed to plague the people around him as well. But I'll be damned if it didn't always make for a good time! His default blank expression bloomed into a full blown grin when she mistook him for Teriyaki. "Hehe...you're funny!" Thoughts of him being a skewer of Teriyaki filled his mind as he spoke. Imagine...food on-the-go whenever he needed it! A look of bliss overcame his face as his mind ran rampant with stupid thoughts. He may have also been drooling a little bit... "I wish.~" Knowing him, if he was made out of food he'd probably eat himself completely in the first sitting. Maybe the biggest glutton in the world was better off as NOT a piece of food after all. And speaking of food...where was Kaen with those skewers?! If it wasn't for all this loud music everybody in the club would be able to hear his stomach gurgling! Hopefully the chef or whoever was back there cooking threw them some extra food, because this kid could EAT. It had been a whole two hours since his last meal...

...he was practically withering away!

Next the white-haired girl inquired about his hair, which caused the boy to purse his lips as his gaze drifted upwards to a few rose-colored locks hanging over his forehead. What was "the idea" with his hair color? Well the truth is...he'd never really thought about it. Or anything, really, for that matter. The youth shrugged as he responded, "It's always been like this." It was true! He was born with it. Hair with red hues ran in his family. When he was much younger, the other kids in Kirigakure often teased him about it. But this is Keiatsu, we're talking about. Seventy percent of the time he was oblivious to the hazing, and the other thirty ended up with him decking some poor unsuspecting kid. Besides, he had never been one to care about what others thought. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. Consequences be damned! But now that the girl had asked about his hair, his natural curiosity had been thoroughly peaked. A finger came up to point at the girl's head as he began speaking. "What about your-" And stopped? Several expressions flashed across the boy's face in quick succession. First, complete and utter confusion. Then it was something reminiscent of a "thinking face". And finally? Realization. "Oh...you must be an Obachan." ...of course! A few confident nods showed that he was very sure of his deduction. Only old people had white hair...right?

Right?!

 

[Rise]

The rosy haired boy was quite cheerful… inexplicably cheerful. But Rise was still recovering from the alcohol coursing through her system. Even a simpleton like Keiatsu appeared like a knowledgeable man- which was quite the scary thought. “Me.. funny? I just wanted something to eat. You were the one showing off about this Teriyaki thing. That other guy…. Uh…” It took a moment for the woman to remember the man’s name. “OH RIGHT. Kaen to go get some. He’s my slave boy.. but it seems he needs some lashes sending smiley ass over here.”

Well she was much more talkative than she wanted to be, and she was feeling the effects of it too. She smacked her lips feeling the thirst kicking in. Her tongue was just freaking dry. “I’m so… f#%ing thirsty!” Thankfully the music of the club drowned out the woman’s dirty tongue. A man would walk by and she simply grabbed the drink uncaring of the repercussions of her actions, and she chugged down the beer in one straight go and gasped contently. “That … hit…. the spot”</B><i></i>, A large grin soon surfaced to her lips and she relaxed lazily on her chair with her legs slightly open… being a tad man like in her gesture and mannerism. Clearly forgetting her place.

<B>“Who you calling a Grandma… I should shove my boot up your ass for calling me that kiddo. I bet I’m younger than zuu…”, She would hiccup shortly. She really needed some water fast. Not more alcohol but it seemed the club was just overwhelming with it. All they could hope was for Rise to not have a random tantrum from the loud noises. It was becoming painful to listen. “…Hmm…. Oh, right. White hair… I remember… being…. drugged… beaten… stabbed… kicked… Ah… I was tortured… for a long time… rinse and repeat! Suddenly it was white. Can you imagine I was once a blonde? Hilarious isn’t it? She laughed heartily clearly still inebriated.

 

[Kaen]

Meanwhile over near the bar...

"Man, where the fuck is this guy?!" By this time Kaen had grown quite impatient. He could see Rise and the kid hitting it off, but he was left over here to be the errand boy, fetching the "teriyaki". What's more is they were taking AGES to produce his order. The spare bartender was all that was left while they weird one had gone in the back to fetch his order. Kaen had waited so long in fact, that he had consumed another two glasses of alcohol, he was feeling it now Mr. Krabs... His perception of time was beginning to waver, and the 15 minutes that had passed felt more like an hour. In frustration Kaen would set his glass down upon the counter causing a single crack to form up its side. "Alright... Looks like they need help." Kaen would hope the counter and head towards the door that led to the back room or kitchen or whatever the hell was back there. "Hey man, you can't be back he--" The bartender's sentence was cut short as Kaen throat punched the guy and kept on walking as the bartender's body slumped heavily to the floor. Wonder if he was dead...

Kaen flung open the back door, the double doors crashing into the wall leaving a small indent in the wall. He was met with a brightly lit storeroom where the weird guy was quickly pacing back and forth as if he was waiting for something. "HEY, where's my shit?!" Kaen stumbled through the door and startled the pacing man. "OH, my goodness, you scared the bejesus out of me... Hey, you can't be back he--" Kaen already punched the other guy down for saying the same shit, he was in no mood for round 2 with Mr. weirdo. Now you look here, I ordered that stuff AGES ago, where is it?! The man shook in his boots as Kaen continued to yell at him. "Well you see sir... the problem is... I... Um..." Kaen was inches away from just choking this idiot out... "You have three seconds to bring me my meat..." The man scrambled frantically around. "One..." The man ran to the back and flung open a large steel door. "TWO..." Kaen's voice raised as boxes were flying out of the large doorway. "Thr--" The man reemerged from the door holding a sizable box in his arms. "I've got it! Please don't hurt me!!!" The strange man was nearly in tears as he relinquished the box over to Kaen. "I'm so sorry sir, It.. it... it's just raw meat, we only do porterhouses here, I hope that's ok." Kaen opened the box to inspect the contents. Inside was about 16 pre-packed cryovac individually sealed steaks. They were of above average quality, they were no five star restaurant quality, but they would serve their purpose nicely. "Hmm... I'll takem." The man's demeanor suddenly relaxed and he collapsed to the floor, Kaen would leave him behind and return to the table with box of steaks. On the way he would slip over the counter pulling a new unopened bottle of liquor from the shelf.

Upon arrival he would see Rise laughing with much spirit. Seems everything was going just fine, sort of. Kaen would drop the box on top of the table, causing the dishware to rattle in place for a brief moment. "Meat's here, but its raw... LUCKILY..." Kaen would raise both hands just above his waste line and a torrent of blazing red flames erupted from his open palms."I brought the grill!" Kaen would grin at his horribly stupid display of powers. He was drunk so he didn't notice how ridiculous he might have looked standing there pushing flames out of his hands. Kaen would clap his hands together, dousing the flames. "Alright... How do you two like yours?" Kaen was of course referring to the done-ness of their steaks.

 

[Gotō Daiji]

As the drunk woman kept talking, the boy couldn't help but let out another laugh. This chick was a riot! If he was a little less ignorant to the ways of the world, he might've realized her odd behavior was due to her intoxication. But he wasn't. Hopefully she was just as fun sober, because of so then the two would get along swimmingly! The rose-haired youth watched as she snagged a beer out of an unsuspecting patron's hand, gulping it down as fast as he had earlier. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth and closed his eyes, adding in a, "Yuck..." for good measure. It was more thinking aloud than anything...y'know, because that was the only kind of thinking he ever did. But the alcohol did its job, serving to loosen her up and plastering a big grin across her face. Maybe he should come to these "nightclub" things more often...everyone was so friendly here!

When she stated she wasn't a grandma (and came up with a unique place to stick her boot...), the boy arched an eyebrow. "Hm?" Growing up in the wilderness of Water Country insured that not only did he have a complete lack of manners, he didn't understand a lot of basic things about civilized life. She had white hair...she had to be old, right? The boy took a few steps forward, placing a hand on his chin as he leaned in to get a better view of Rise. On closer inspection he was able to see that she didn't have any wrinkles like his grandpa, and her face looked pretty youthful in general. "Oh." he stated as he returned to his regular standing position. His eyes drifted upwards as he became seemingly lost in "thought". "Yeah, you don't look that old, I guess." Fortunately the kid wouldn't have too many more chances to stick his foot in his mouth, because afterwards the girl began explaining her hair color. The boy pursed his lips as he listened, his brow furrowing slightly as she went down the list of what had been done to her. She laughed afterwards, stating how hilarious it was. But Keiatsu was not smiling. "That's not funny." Now, he may have been a Class-A moron, but he knew funny! Funny was Gun's head growing bigger when he got mad. Funny was Yama trying to get over his dislike of heights to climb a building. If he was tortured and beat and stabbed and kicked...he'd be pissed! The youth placed his hands on his hips, a hint of a grimace still on his face. "Did you beat 'em up?" 'Beating them up' was the bare minimum that someone should want to do after enduring all that. Whoever did all that sounded like a real jerk. There's no way Rise could've actually liked all of that right?

...what?

Suddenly, their third had reappeared! There was a pretty big commotion coming from the back a minute ago, but strangely enough it died down when Kaen came back. Weird. His nose detected the meat before the Sunan shinboi even said anything, even in their box. And when it did? "Ooooooh!~" his eyes lit up, sparkles and all. Both of his hands were doing this sort of "grabby" twitch, and his mouth was salivating like no other. Honestly the boy didn't care whether it was chicken, beef, turkey, alligator, dustboar, or carnasaur. Meat was meat! And apparently, Kaen was going to be their grill. The shinobi displayed his powers, conjuring up some flames from his hands while grinning. Keiatsu couldn't help but let a, "Cool..." escape his lips, his head moving erratically between the chakra fire and the box of steaks. After a few seconds of showing off, the shark-toothed ninja dispersed the flames, asking the both of them how they liked their steak. "Rare!" For the boy it wasn't even a thought. His eyes were still sparkling from the promise of food. Honestly he would've eaten them raw if he had to. The odd rosy-haired youth was raised like a wild animal...so he might as well have been one himself! He was starving. It was gonna take more than a few steaks to quell his hunger. Hopefully their impromptu chef would oblige!

 

[Rise]

It was hilarious. The woman couldn’t help but snicker from watching the boy’s reaction to the beer he clearly detested. “You are going to be a shrimp if you can’t handle the taste… When I was but a little pup my master told me If a man can’t handle his drink he sure as hell can’t handle a woman in bed.” Well /clearly/ that was an appropriate conversation for a mere child but Rise’s master didn’t have any reservations on what conversations he had while drinking. Rise learned most of her life lessons from a man whom was clearly a womanizer, brute, sadist, drunk, and well a list which would go on and on if she was going to address all of his lovely characteristics.

Finally, the boy conceded that she wasn’t an old woman. You probably wouldn’t have guessed it but she took great delight in hearing those words. It meant he lost and she was lavishing it. She was youthful and by all means, Lord Jashin has been good to her appearance by sustaining her youth. For all she knows she was still eighteen years old. But really, she wasn’t certain on that number either. She wasn’t exactly counting her birthdays while living the life of an assassin for a blood thirsty Jashinist cult. But yes… let’s just say Rise had quite the competitive streak. It was innate like the instinct of an animal. “Ha! So you concede! Now obey me you little shrimp. Get on all fours and lick my heel.” Well that escalated a bit quickly.

However, the boy’s expression changed once she expressed her ‘childhood’. It wasn’t funny? Surely it was. It was the joke of her life. It only took one bad day to create the monster known as Rise. See what I did there? Reference to ’the killing joke’. But it was true. The woman’s eyes would become a bit more focused and that playful grin of hers soon relaxed into an impassive state. “There is no beating them up… I am tied to them by blood now... I cannot escape them… Forever.” She would slightly gaze over at her rosy haired acquaintance from the corner of her eye, “Don’t think I’m some damsel though. Besides, you’re clearly no hero. So, laugh and be merry. The humiliation of defeat and submission to the strong, this is how life works.” Heroes never existed. This world was simply for amusement, sin and enjoyment. The strong prevailed over the weak. The way of Jashin was the right way.

Thankfully Kaen arrived to change the pace of the rather grim conversation with what seemed to be…. Raw meat? Seriously? The woman would slam her hand down on the table. “This is teriyaki?! I could have gone outback and get this same shit for free… Sheesh. I don’t need any.” She would flip her hair quite agitated but her stomach betrayed her by growling like a true beast. “… I mean….”, She would turn her gaze away to not show her weakness, “…I’d like mine bloody… So do your thing hot shot. But if you mess up… your behind will have my belt to answer to, ok?”

[Marked for Training]

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"Eh?" One of the dumbfounded boy's eyebrows arched as the girl before him spoke. Something about shrimp...and puppies? Apparently handling drinks had a direct correlation to handling girls. But that couldn't have been true...because we all know that Keiatsu is quite the ladies man.~ "Who wants to wrestle a girl in her bed?" Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time in day to explain to him about that subject. Oh...did I say he was a ladies man? I actually meant he was 100%, completely and utterly ignorant about that subject. Among many, many others.

His confused expression was soon replaced by one of minor annoyance at Rise's suggestion that he lick her boot. She might've been competitive...but so was he, damn it! The rose-haired numbskull was raised by his uncle in the wilderness of Water Country. As a child he was forced to fight for his life against all kinds of ravenous beasts, including his uncle. He might as well have been a wild animal himself! "No!" His index finger came out to point at the girl, a slight frown on his face as his eyes glanced down at her footwear. "I'm not licking your nasty old boot!" Keiatsu was simple, sure. Simpleminded? Definitely. But one thing he most certainly was not was submissive. Just ask his grandfather who tried to beat out of him the idea of becoming a ninja...or Yama, who tried to scare him into joining Iwagakure after Water Country froze! He was stubborn to a fault. And he always followed his heart, no matter the consequence. AND he sure as hell didn't lick shoes! The boy balled up his fists and placed them on his hips as he locked gazes with Rise, frowning all the while. He sure seemed peeved...but somehow he still managed to look naive as all hell. Must've been a special talent of his...

Rise spoke in cryptic words about her past...and her helplessness against her captors. It caused the boy's frown to fade at an alarming rate. Keiatsu was a bit dull sure...but even he could understand the futility of it all. There were some things in life that were out of your control...and this just so happened to be one of them- "Thhhhbbbbt!" the boy's arms were folded, his eyes were closed, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth blowing raspberries at the girl's self pity. "That's stupid." Yeah...he was one to talk! Still, despite his uh..."candid" wording, his intentions were pure. The rose-haired youth opened his eyes, a stern look taking hold on his face as he stared directly at the girl. "If they did all that stuff to me, I'd kick their ass!" Sure he wasn't clear on the details, but he wasn't lying. He'd rather die than roll over and let something like that happen. "If you don't like something..." his words trailed off as he instinctively clenched his fist. "...change it." Of course it wasn't that simple. It never was. But these were words he lived by. It was hard to imagine this brazen girl who was telling people to lick her heel submitting to others. It was weak. Pathetic. Her words about heroes and ideals about life drew another raised eyebrow from the boy. "Hero?" His voice was quizzical...but after seemingly pondering it for a moment, his scowl returned. With a vengeance. "Screw that!" he exclaimed, slamming a palm down on table and rattling the glasses and box of meat. "Heroes have to work, and everybody bothers them and they never get lunch breaks." His eyes were locked on Rise the entire time. She had opened a floodgate she couldn't have possibly foreseen... "I don't want to be a hero!" The reasoning was a little shaky...but logic and Keiatsu went together like oil and water. She was right! He was no hero. He was impulsive, reckless, forgetful, bullheaded, and oftentimes selfish. But y'know what? He was completely fine with that!

As the girl changed topics back to the food, the boy's frown stood fast on his face. He took his hand off of the tabletop and stood up straight. He was not a happy camper. Only thing he hated worse than someone oppressing another person was someone who was completely fine with being subjugated. He valued freedom above all else...and someone who was willing to just give theirs up without a fight was a coward. Yeah the promise of food was appealing sure, but this whole conversation had gotten his heart rate up. Until he had a delicious steak in front of his face, that frown of his would remain. Now the ball was in Rise's court. What would be her response? Would his simple words inspire an uprising of sorts? Would Rise "rise" to the challenge? Or would she continue to wallow in her defeat, forever submitting to her oppressors? Who knew, maybe she'd snap and end up attacking him. Whatever her choice, he would wait to witness with arms folded and brow furrowed. It was time to see what just what this girl was made of!

 

[Kaen]

Orders were in and the grill was hot'n ready! "Alright, Comin right up!" Kaen ripped open two sealed packs of steaks and unleashed the savory marbled meats inside. They looked to be about an inch in thickness, this should be easy, right? Kaen had decent knowledge of cooking meats, having survived in the wilderness for a time with his sister. The only difference was he was using his ninjutsu fire instead of a normal open flame... no big deal right. Kaen began to think about how hot a normal grill would be and how long you would cook a steak for and then how hot his own fire probably was... Normal fire was roughly around 1000 degrees, he kinda ran a little hotter than the average flame... Hmm, carry the four plus the square root of the kinetic energy of flames minus the ridiculousness of this sentence... hmm...

Kaen glanced around quickly and snatched a empty tray from a wandering server. The table was wood and that just wasn't going to work for what he intended on doing. Kaen dropped the metal tray on the surface of the table and plopped the juicy meats on top. Kaen rubbed his now bloody hands together in a strange fashion, not unlike what you might see a fly do. With a twisted grin of glea slapped across his drunken face, Kaen let loose a wild inferno of flames that threatened and licked towards his two new friends, Rise and the kid. Kaen counted out loud as the rest of the club stared in a mixture of horror and amazement as he lit up their corner of the club. "18... 19... and 20!" His silly math from earlier told him that about 20 seconds of Kaen Fire bombardment would result in a rarely done steak. "There ya go... say what the hell is your name anyways?" Kaen slid the tray over towards the rose haired kid, his two steaks were ready. Kaen felt kinda rude just calling him kid all the time, a proper name would fit better.

Kaen fixated his attention towards Rise. Bloody... that would be much quicker and probably end up being more flashy. Kaen looked around for another metal tray, not seeing one in sight. Kaen rushed over the bar and stole another from behind the counter. The previous guy still laid unconscious on the floor... maybe he was dead... By this time Kaen was pretty drunk and this didn't even cross his mind, nor did the large crowd of bystanders that were still gawking at him. Kaen quickly returned to the table and slammed the tray down in front of Rise. "OK!" He was pretty worked up about this... not sure why. Kaen took out two more steaks and fiddled with them in his hands for a moment. The blood felt nice in his palms... Kaen threw both steaks into the air, one shortly after the other. In a brilliant display of dexterity and aim, he quickly through little balls of fire that made direct contact with each of the steaks. The first one landed swiftly while the second one landed nicely on top of the other. They both sizzled a moment longer while the flames slowly died off, leaving a nicely charred slab of meat. The outside would appear to be more cooked than what she wanted, but the moment she bit into it, large amounts of juices would spill out. "Hope they're to your likings..." Kaen sat back admiring his work, hoping that they were cooked to perfection for his new friends.

Meanwhile in the back...

Yes, police? There is a madman rampaging throughout my nightclub! He's already beat up one of my staff and threatened me with my life, now he's burning the place to the ground !!! You need to get here NOW!" Seems trouble might be on the way, and seeing as how Rise and the kid were hanging around him most of the night, they might be seen as accomplices. But they still had time and little to no indication that trouble was on the way. For now they would enjoy their steaks, more readily available should they still hunger.


[OOC MFT}

 

[Rakujo Yumeko]

The white haired made made his way through the areas of sand as it had been a few days since he had entered, and sighed as he passed by the same building several times. However it was just one building he went by by had seen several different bars here and there. Using his red eyes to scan everything as he went throughout the area. However he wasn't exactly a fan of what he had eventually come across what seemed to be like a bar that started to have just been lit on fire and people had been running out. This is when he would have normally just walked away but he was bored enough at this point, as well as getting tired of walking in circles.

As he entered the building, seeing fire here and there, as well as seeing three people sitting near each other, with one having red hair, one with pink, and the woman with white hair. Huh, not something he expected, but eh. "Which one of you started the fire?" He'd ask, walking up to the three.

[Sorry for the short post]

 

[Rise]

That was quite the roasting from one of the most unexpected places. Here she thought the young man was nothing but a wimp but here he was ranting, standing tall like some head honcho. The woman didn’t say a word at first, she wanted to let it sync in and have him finish. But, she couldn’t stop herself from chuckling. Perhaps it had something to do with the boy’s mannerisms. They seemed so comical yet filled with so much life and passion. It started as a small chuckle before she immediately busted out in joyous laughter.

“HAHAHHAHAHAA YOU ARE HILARIOUS!”

You probably would have thought she was just told a really funny joke. “..Me stupid?.. you’re killing me.” She wiped a single tear from her eye. “It’s been a while since I’ve laughed that hard.. you have no idea how strong these people are and the things these people do.” The woman would swerve the liquid in her glass. If only the boy could know the type of atrocities these people indulged in. The murders, the beheadings and torture. Their wickedness didn’t shy from women and children either. In the eyes of Lord Jashin and his teachings, all souls were the same. Everyone was a sinner. Rise was taught these teachings firsthand. The permanent scars on her body would be a testament to that.

“But I must say… you sure have some balls on you. Ignorant but no way I can call you a p@ssy.” She chimed with a playful grin. But his words did resonate within her cold, dispirited heart. If you wanted things to change, you had to get up and do it. But Rise’s mind has already been conditioned. Merely the thought of standing up against her captors was an impossible feat. It also didn’t help that she was marked by the curse of Jashin. If she dared to stand against them her life would quickly be cut short from the dark energies and poisons that would course throughout her body.

“You say you are not a hero yet you are attempting to speak like one. Inspirational quotes like… Be determined. Just be yourself. Life’s too short… Go Joe? All that nonsense. If you are going to say shit like that to me you better stand firmly behind them.” The woman would get to her feet and return the concentrated stare. “You may just be a dud but you do have the makings of a hero. So, what’s your name asshole? I’m Rise.”

Now, the lovely scent of the meat whiffed into her nostrils. Yes, it was exactly what she needed after such a heated conversation. It was quite the unique display seeing how Kaen handled himself as the cook. Meat was flying in the air and harsh fires scorched before her in an exciting dance. The woman would eye the meat watching as the juices sweat from its pores. She licked her lips knowing well it would have quite the savory taste. “Kaen. I’m surprised. You are quite the cook. I wonder what other nifty things you can do for me…” She reached around and groped his butt suddenly. The potency of the drinks was still having its toll on her body but she wasn’t shy from being vulgar. She was no princess and she damn well could touch what she wanted. The world was her oyster.

But before she could sink her teeth into the meat, a random passerby had suddenly stumbled across their little party. Interesting. Another white-haired person. The woman would give an unintentional nod to acknowledge this. “My slave did it.” She simply uttered before ravenously feasting on the meat. Although the exterior was charred, the innards was surprisingly wet and filled her mouth with flavor. That blood was the best part and it dribbled down the side of her lips.

 

[Gotō Daiji]

Even as Rise quite literally laughed in his face, the boy continued to stand there. Arms folded and with the best frown he could muster plastered across his mug. His words might've been starting to get through to her, but he was still in full-on "serious" mode. Stubbornness ran in his family...and just like how he never gave up on his goals, it was equally as difficult to shake him out of a particular mood. He was probably gonna be like this for a while. She spoke once more of the power these people wielded. Apparently they were barbarous, committing all sorts of horrors in the name of their Lord. Men, women, and children alike all got the same treatment...which one could only assume was unimaginable pain followed by eternal sleep. He could see the hurt in Rise's face. Feel the weight her words carried. These were not people to be trifled with. "..." Silence. It was the only response the boy could give. If they were brutal enough to make a woman like this speak of them like a wounded dog...then there was no telling exactly what they were capable of. "Who cares?!" Wh-...*sigh*. Yep, that sounds about right. "So what if they're strong?" he asked, both his gaze and frown unwavering. To him? The solution was simple. "Just get stronger!" There was nothing a little training montage couldn't solve! But even if that weren't the case, there were more options. If there was anything his time as ninja had taught him, it was that there was always another way. "Or find people to help." Friends always made the job easier!

For a while she continued on, praising his *ahem*...ballsiness. He nodded, not quite understanding the figure of speech but confirming that; yes, he did in fact have some of those. The next time anyone looked at him he would suddenly have a large steak in his grasp, about half of it already in his mouth as he chewed with his mouth closed. A, "Thanks, Ka-guy." was all that was said towards Kaen, but his expression was still as stern as before. The sight was probably comical...but he was as "serious" as he could be. Even with this delicious creation gracing his taste buds...he wasn't done yet! He continued to chomp on his treat as Rise set in to him, questioning his motives and convictions. This kid was a lot of things. Gluttonous, brash...an idiot. But the one thing he most definitely was not? A liar. "I do what I say." He most definitely was a man of "do"-ing, leaving debating and thinking about actions to others more suited for that kind of stuff. "But I'm not a hero!" He had to throw that in for good measure, and would continue to insist upon it. Heroes worked terrible hours for often no pay at all...so screw that! Still, he hadn't spoken a false word yet. If someone had done even half of all that awful stuff to him? He would've: Kicked. Their. ASS. An audible GULP! sounded out as he swallowed down the last half of the porterhouse, bashing his exposed chest with his fist as the gargantuan bite struggled to go down his throat. Wasn't there a bone in there? Well, anyways...both Kaen and Rise proposed the same question to the boy. He hadn't introduced himself yet (as he always forgot to do...), so they wanted to know what to call him. The rose-haired youth re-crossed his arms, stood up straight, and proudly told them, "Sachi A. Keiatsu." Hit 'em with the government name too! Middle names were a little unusual...but then so was he!

A stranger approached the group, inquiring as to the source of a fire. "Hm?" the boy vocalized, turning to see the growing blaze. Though as disconcerting as this might be to a normal person...the boy was more-or-less unfazed. He just wanted to eat steaks and finish talking to his new friends! "I dunno." the boy shrugged, turning his attention once more towards Rise. But before anything else could happen, several figures began cautiously approaching the now-quartet of people. Their movement was careful but intentional. The music and lights in the nightclub were still going, allowing their advance to go mostly unnoticed unless anybody present was very perceptive. In total they numbered five...so who were this newcomers? "You four." One of them spoke, stepping forward to reveal his form. The man was obviously a Sand shinobi, his khaki-colored flak jacket and headband giving that away. Three similarly dressed men and one woman approached from behind, looking ready to fight at a moment's notice. That was it...they must've been here about the fire! The leader's hand came out to grip Keiatsu's shoulder, him glancing around at the group as he continued speaking. "We're going to need all of you to come with us." Well...this was a predicament. It seemed like they weren't getting out of here scott-free...and this guy already had a firm grip on Keiatsu! The other four couldn't have been more than Chuunin in rank, but their leader was definitely a Jounin. His presence. His grip strength. If they were gonna get out of here, they needed a plan and-...

...silence? All sound had stopped...like the speakers had just stopped working suddenly. Everything in the club fell deathly silent. Everyone present would slowly but surely begin to feel a sensation...like a weight bearing down on them. On their spirit. It wasn't visible, but there was a force acting upon each and every person in this building. And whatever it was? It was immense. (Devastating Aura) The whole building seemed to tremble for a moment. Almost immediately the four Chuunin collapsed on the ground in a pile, useless. Their leader was still standing...but he'd broken out into a cold sweat and was obviously struggling to remain upright. All the while there was one who was completely unaffected. Standing there, glaring at the leader of this ragtag "police unit" like he had just stolen his food...was Keiatsu?! "I'm not done talking." The man couldn't tell if it was the work of this crushing pressure or not...but this kid suddenly looked a lot more intimidating. His legs buckled, bringing the Jounin to his knees as he tried in vain to keep his hold on Keiatsu's arm. Meanwhile the youth just stood there. Staring. The unit's leader tried his hardest to tighten his grip, but he found his strength failing. Who-...no, what was this kid?! Depending on their own strength of will, Kaen, Rise, and Koji might fare better under its effects. But one thing would be made abundantly clear...he was no ordinary fool. From potency alone it was clear that his potential was on par with an S-rank shinobi. Luckily, they wouldn't have to bear through it too long because the Jounin soon fell over on the ground, unconscious like the rest of his team (Gaze of Enslavement). Instantly the Aura dissipated, the bright lights resuming their strobe-like flickering. But the speakers? They were goners, probably broken from the intense display of chakra. "Huh..." Keiatsu mused, a puzzled look on his face as he stared at the five unconscious ninja before them. From his reaction, it was clear he wasn't aware of what he'd just done. "Weird." he muttered aloud. Yeah, sure...

...THEY were the weird ones!

 

[Kaen]

Everything was going absolutely swimmingly. Rise and the now introduced as Kiatsu were both thoroughly enjoying the steaks Kaen had hand cooked and procured for them. The alcohol was raging throughout the group, well through Rise and Kaen anyways. The sweet liquid brought down barriers and filters in their minds the playfulness began to bear its head. After complimenting his cooking she continued with some interesting advances, going so far as to grab his ass! Kaen's eyes widened in a surprised fashion as her firm grip groped. He would laugh before making his own flirtatious comment. "I to am curious to know what other things I can do for you... Maybe we ---" Kaen was quickly cut off by the sudden appearance of a 4th individual. This one was not like the rest, not dancing or drinking. "Which one of you started the fire?" Did this guy seriously just waltz in here to ask about a damn fire? He was cooking, what did people expect?! Kaen grew instantly furious at the incredibly rude entrance this snowball headed guy made. What kinda of selfish piece of sandwyrm turd just does that?! Did Rise just call Kaen her slave?"Hey man, nobody called the fucking fire brigade. Can't anyone enjoy some damn decent company around here without being questioned and... and..." The alcohol was overbearing, he lost his train of thought, coherent sentence structure just wasn't coming to him in that moment. It only served to upset him further. "UGH! Screw it!" Kaen lunged towards the white haired guy, fist raised and teeth bore. Kaen was going straight for the guy's neck, aiming to take a piece of him.

Or at least that's what was going to happen before the ninja cops showed up to ruin everyone's fun. There were five of them, all dressed in the typical suna professional attire. Most of them looked barely over 13, all but the supposed leader. This guy seemed more experienced. The leader stepped forward, declaring that all four of them were going to have to come with them. The leader grabbed hold of Kiatsu, making it very clear he meant business. Kaen quickly acted in defense of his newly found child friend. "Get your grubby hands off m--" Silence... Everything seemed to freeze in place. A strange feeling washed over Kaen's body, like somebody turned up the gravity in the room. Kaen's gaze swept over Kiatsu, instantly causing him to break out in a sweat. What the hell was this kid?! Was this feeling coming from him?!?! All but one of the Suna shinobi collapsed under the weight of Kiatsu's presence. The leader fell to a knee about the same time Kaen felt his own knees buckling under the pressure. Kaen tried to speak but the words just couldn't escape his throat. Kaen felt the energy beginning to take its toll on him quickly, this kid was beyond anything he had ever felt before. His legs gave out, he tried to catch himself on the table only for it to snap like a box of matches from his hand. Kaen stared widely at the ground as the aura faded away. The leader had gone unconscious, Kaen himself obviously affected by Kiatsu. "Weird." Weird!?!? No... That was fucking scary, that's what the hell that was. "What in the hell was that Kiatsu?" He picked himself off the floor, brushing off dust and shards of table. "You alright, Rise?" Why did he say that? He barely knew the girl, he shouldn't be so concerned about others in such a manner... Where did that white haired guy go? If he had hung around, Kaen would quickly rush towards him, grasping his collar in a clenched fist, pulling him close to his toothy face. "So you think you can just bring the cops with you and trash people's parties?! You got better have a good explanation, else we're gonna have some words." Filters gone, alcohol coursing its way through their system. Yeah things might get ugly, depending on this guy's deescalation techniques.


[OOC I'm not really mad ur here, Daiki. Just having some fun]