Meeting an unknown ally.

Suzaku stands eagerly along the borders of the tornado village. He had been contacted by an unknown source to meet him at the borders. He didn’t know what was going to happen but was pretty sure this person would be friendly. If they weren’t, he had his bijuu chakra ready to be activated and fight. He had grown bored lately and needed something to do, so while waiting he through multiple kunai and shuriken at trees to test his aim and skill. He wondered when this stranger would arrive…. This was getting boring again. Suzaku decided to then stop throwing and sat down, staring at the now cloudy sky. In a few moments it started to drizzle lightly, forming a mist like rain. This person better hurry up, Suzaku doesn’t really want to get soaked.

Tick.... Tick... Tick..... Said the clock which had been watched by a young man. Sitting on his dresser and ticking away at the seconds of time that passed by. Tick tick tick. The young man which watched the ticking occur would not blink, he would not move, and he would not utter a word until the ringing began. Suddenly a drop of clear liquid hit his window, waking the boy from his dream. "Huh...." turnin his head to look outside and see the tornado villages natural occurances. "It's raining....." He said as he stood up from his bed and began to walk toward his closet. As the clocks bells began to chime through the young mans room. It was time. Not long ago the young man had sent a letter to what had been a lower ranked Shinobi who had been interested in his babble. Something most did not understand. Soon they had arranged to meet outside of the borders of the tornado village, what had this man been afraid of, Death? Haha no!! Slipping on his shoes he headed for the outskirts of the village. Nothing could stop him as the rain fell. It was his element, his environment. "You've....waited long enough. Correct?" He said as he reached the boys position. Without a greeting of formalness he would declare himself as..... "Gawain, that is the name I order you to call me by another will not be acceptable, understood?" He said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and lit one up only to watch the fire vanish in the vast fall of the rain.

Suzaku sighed and kept looking at the clouds, watching the rain drops dropping down around him and onto his face relaxed him. Taking his thoughts away from war and the village. They had been so time consuming lately….. Being the village’s jinchuriki and all had made Suzaku’s life hectic, getting yelled at or constantly asked questions. And then be expected to improve in his ninjutsu and taijutsu grades along with being expected to fully train the Sanbi was stressful. But right now, all the stress seemed to ease away. Suzaku then hears footsteps approach him and sits up, staring at the stranger and listening to what he had to say.

“Indeed I have…………”

He then heard the order this man gave him and laughed

“Alright Gaiwan, why should I be taking orders from you? How do I know that you’re not a simple messenger or a fake here to capture me?”

"You utter the words of a falsely accused Fake. But do you know the original. Had there been an original that your eyes have never met with, how would it be that I be a fake and he be original. Though the two are of one I can show you just how fake I am...... If you'd like." He said as he began to walk out into the nearby field which began to flood with the tears of the angels. A short pitch dark moment occurred as the thunder sounded and the lightning struck. Opening his mouth to let loose a small blow of smoke and a question. "Are you...... Afraid of the stream of Water. Es Te Timeo aquam rivus?" he soon said in a foreign language as if it had been a tactic to freak out the boy. In his mind his desicion was made.. Fakes had to be exposed. "I'll show you the power of Thunder and Lightning. Just watch my movements child...." A drop of water hitting his face began to take the same path as the lines which appeared over his eyes and ended near his mouth. At a point it fell and so did the man, causing his hand to hit the ground and his legs to bend. Hiting the ground.

(48 hours have passed. I'm continuing)
Without an answer from the boy who had seemed to be here for alliance Gawain took I upon himself that the man had been the true fake. "No answer. Not even a plea of help or anything that would deem you worthy of being the real you. Well since this is what you wish to do, of you wish to stay quiet. I'm fine with your death!" He said as he jolted from the ground toward the boy. He began to spin in the air, allowing the rain to cover his body and dampen his clothing. This slowing down his speed by a bit toward the man, giving him only a small interval to get out three large words of 16 letters. The blue color of the sky began to compress around his arms and legs as he got closer to the boy. The handseals long ago set for what had been a planned crash in with the man. It had been as if the god of thunder was now in a rage. What had Gawain truly known about this boy, nothing, but what had been written had given him no idea except for the fact of a large percent that this had been a fake. 

With the sounds of the lightning crashing and the pitch black area occurring during the sound of the thunder, yet another type of thunder came from the body of the boy, this had been more then just a sound, more then just the chakra of the river. As the creature that came from the type of lightning of his body began to take the form of his creator. On one knee he first appeared until setting his eyes on what had been the decided victim. With as Much as a care in the world to appear on his face the clone quickly stood on his legs and began to sprint toward the boy. Nothing had been special about him other then the killing in his eyes and the truth in his thoughts. "I'll give you two seconds to answer me.... Starting now." Gawain number two said as he looked upward toward the boys chin. As if flying up toward the sky his fist would aim for the place which contained two vital organs that dealt a great deal with the oxygen of the boy. While the original took his time only to wait for the exact point that his 'free' hand could be able to grab the boys face spinning and using his foot to return the gravity on to the boys lower half with all the force of what had been a jutsu that could control the skies in a way. Something that would certainly cause more then just the ground to rumble in fear of the power, but to cause the world to shake in fear. 

(Behold! My terrible rp skills!)

Suzaku stared as the clone was created, still speechless about how much power this shinobi had. Seeing how he could manipulate the sky and the nature of the storm left Suzaku speechless. A few moments later, Suzaku noticed the thunder forming a clone of Gawain and knew the men had become impatient and was going to attack. Preparing himself, he activated his two tailed bijuu cloak and spat two balls of coral at the clone, manipulating them so that they were aimed at the clones head and chest while forming chakra arms from his legs so that he could grab onto the clone, making it so he was rooted in place and the coral hits. While doing this he also used his left arm to reach out and grab the original Gawain. Attempting to grab him and restrict his movements so that he couldn’t move his arms. He then finally spoke

“I’m sorry for not replying quick enough for you. I was just in awe of your abilities to manipulate the storm to your will. Now, can you please tell me why you sent the letter? I just want to get this over with and get out of here.”

(48 hours passed, am continuing)

After not getting a response, Suzaku sighed. Setting Gawain down and walking back, Exiting the tornado village and disspaearing from view. Heading towards the hidden sky village with his bijuu cloak active, knowing he was now a likely target for being hunted or killed and needed to get stronger if he was to ever survive.

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