WE can't seriously still be allowed here, right?

So here he was, the strongest genin in all of the village hidden in the mountains because of training and hallucinations and a troll from a world that existed in a universe ran by an old guy who liked men in tights and a fucking dead beat who disappeared from his fatherly duties. Yes, this man was an accomplished one he had escaped his own village with two captives and returned back to this place yet again for a reason he could not remember but also for one which he could not care to remember as it was merely a showing of what he could and couldn't do and that showing would be present even further by the end of this venture, he was sure. It was not like he liked to do bad things but as bad was opinionated, which it was in any sense such as the way people considered him bad for reusing his own works, such as his katana to take down someone with which he had done so prior to the altercation with his first. what he was doing now as a business could be good and the business of killing civilians was always good in a village as overly populated as kumogakure where everyone usually shoved their heads up their own asses. Oh whatever though, he had to call out to his dear old friend before the day was over with, the one whom had the two captives. Yes, that was one hell of a friend there, to carry every person that he had with him. Mhmm. That was a good deed indeed.He called out and the call out was an intense one."Fro--" There was an immediate distraction from Apostolos' task. Why must things take his attention so far from that which he wished to do, the ninja constantly wondered, but this creature was something of such a majestic value that he had to, simply HAD TO, partake in it's homage and enjoy what it was for what it would and could be. NAY! What it fucking should be! There was a point in every young ninja's life where something in the sort of training was needed, but in this very male's existence something more was needed to fill that hole in his soul and he had found it here in the form of a box filled with six small kittens that would warm even the moistest regions of any man's soul with just a slight mewl or even the softest of purrs. Yes, yes, yes! These animals were the pieces to the decrepit puzzle that plagued the ninja that had now become entranced with them. It was as if nothing else mattered in any way form or fashion. Not defecting from this village, not meeting up with Ivan, hell, not even survival at this point could prove more imperative than the small bundles of amazingness that nuzzled there. And those cuddly furry ballsof life would serve their God given purpose this day! Yes! There was no way that Apostolos could live without them, but no way that he could live with himself knowing that they weren't being put to the right uses. It was something that made him shake. A seriously paradoxial situation that more than seemed wrong in his heart and mind despite the single instant it took him to come to these conclusions since first spotting them. Bah who was he to judge then, for he was now a thief. The assumption that he had absolutely kidnapped the kid cats was spot on and Apostolos was unaffraid to let any mortal soul knowof his deed and the pride that came with such justified actions. He stole away to a small alley behind the stones which had bore witness tothe murder (or release through defecation) of the man with that terrible terrible eye, the one that would plague him in every one of his thoughts and dreams post his seeing him and prior his visualization of the amazing creatures in which he now held dear to his heart. The first one he would dub, "FLUFFEH" was as white as snow and the second whom had ironically taken the name "SECRET NEGRO" Due to his black spots all about his white body were tussling with one another so gently that it literally made his heart sing in the form of taking an abnormal rhythm. Nothing deadly, just ten more bpm than his norm of sixty. Apostolos' racing heart aside he couldn't help himself but to grab SECRET NEGRO and show him love and affection after he had pinned down the silly FLUFFEH. The best way to show a creature such as this the love it deserves was be through mastyfs of preparation, but it was just too damned much for Apostolos! It was so perfect, this little, kitten, SECRET NEGRO that he had to Jump the Proverbial Gun and leap into action instantaneously. His jaw liquified into molten lava slightly allowing him to unhenge it far enough to get the kitten's entire head in the vicinity of his mouth before he abruptly closing it, turning his saliva into lava effectively melting the entire head. With a swallow he had consimed the first Kitten without even preparing it first, but this was love. There were times when love just fell upon a man and this was one of them and when snapped with love people over react as he did. It was an understandable action if there ever were any. The rest of the kittens would face a similarly gruesome fate in the eventuality of it all, but that was irrelevant or at least as irrelevant as any of the rest of what he was doing or had done to the one know as SECRET NEGRO. FLUFFEH was such a beautiful creature in it's mourning mewls for it's fallen comrade, but it was nothing that could save him from the inevitable. Maybe he had wrongfully situationalized the prospect of love, but that was the thing about love and hate, good and evil, right and wrong. It was all fucking choice and those choices were things that were made by people. Insane or not they were people, but the insanity came in where they were going back to that which they tried so desperately to leave, and succeeded! But oh well, he had four more kittens and a friend coming up the mountain.

So yes, I am going to make a reference within another reference as I sit here and tell you the tale of transpiration. Also known as what happened in between the two threads, and yes I am breaking the fourth wall at the moment but I felt there needed to be a narrator, and Ivan would not be a good one. Regardless of my feelings, I should delve into the subject matter, and I shall.

First things first, Ivan had string up the other unconscious genin and so far used up a third of his ninja wire for the tasks. Oh well, he had two thirds left and he did in fact put them to good use. For you see, in the mountains beyond the gate there were a few trees. One tree which was far out of eye sight from the gate was rather tall, tall enough for even the lowest limb to accommodate someone tying up the two to it. The one known as Kink was not the one safely wrapped around the base with a meter of wire. No he was the one who was now dangling from the lowest branch from some ninja wire that had been strung around a branch of aforementioned tree. The boy from Kumogakure was now strung up like some form of pinata, and not to be out of the spirit Ivan had gathered up a branch from another tree. The branch was about two feet long, and sturdy enough not to shatter from one hit. However it is time I feel to describe what Ivan had changed into after tying them up, and while finding the branch.

Ivan who stood at nearly six feet was now shrouded in a red cloak, and simply wore a white mask. The mask had a small stitch like mouth about two inches in length near the bottom, and two large black dots which represented eyes and moved about to reflect the man's emotions. The mask also had two large cat ears which poked out from the red cowl of the cape he wore. Beneath the red cloak was a black, skin tight jumpsuit which showed off his slim physique. He wore a pair of white gloves, and a pair of white boots. Rather nice and smart looking, dapper Ivan would call himself. Still back to the show you all came to see.

For about five minuets after he had found the stick, Ivan mercilessly beat Kink who then swung around on the wire, moving back and forth. He would wait until Kink swung to his closest to him, and then thwack he would unload with the stick again. During this process Kink let out small moans of pain, whilst Ivan shouted...
"Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el rey David
Hoy por ser día de tu santo
te las cantamos aquí.
Despierta mi bien despierta
Mira que ya amaneció
Ya los pajaritos cantan
La luna ya se metió.
¡Qué linda está la mañana
en que vengo a saludarte
Venimos todos con gusto
y placer a felicitarte!
El día en que tú naciste,
nacieron todas las flores
Ya viene amaneciendo
ya la luz del dia nos dió.
Levantarte de la mañana,
mira que ya amaneció.
Y En la pila del bautismo
cantaron los ruiseñores.
Ya viene amaneciendo
ya la luz del dia nos dió.
Levantarte de la mañana,
mira que ya amaneció."

When he had gotten halfway through the mexican birthday sound he heard a sharp crack. Worried that it was the stick, he looked the wooden item over, only to note that it was still in great condition. Thats when he noticed blood flowing from Kink's many wounds, and a jutting tibula poking out of the skin.

"Delicious!" Ivan screamed as he threw the stick up in the air and ran back to the village gates. It was time to meet up with his partner Apostolos after all.

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"Lalalala Teeeteeeteee it was time to go see the village freak. Lol lol lol oh my mee there wasn't one or two but three! One had a mask the other was brash and the other shot old bones out his ass. Hohoho heeeheehee the sad part was that he then used them to pick his teeth. Ladada Dididi now he was down to three kitties. One he ate, right up whole, the other's head he bit out and spat in the snow. Secret Negro wasn't number three, but he was third in the mentioning tree. Yess yess yess no no no how could he ever just normally go go go. Wee Wee Wee waa waa waa the fourth one was named Ser Kitteh Rah." The free style poem that Apostolos had formed as he sat there, picking which of the three he was now faced with the task of consuming was rather nice in his own mind and that was all that mattered for the lambs now sent to the slaughter per say were simply too far gone and too under developed as far as linguistics were concerned to even voice an opinion or feedback. The soft mewls and purrs of two sleeping counted as nothing towards his pride or bettement as an artist so they were more irrelevant than the third who was at least awake enough to reply with a shaking of it's tiny furry little head. There was a moment in time at which he could have finished what he started but a thought occured and that thought told him that he was doing the wrong thing with his time as he had something else he could have and seriously should have been doing at this point in time, but what in the bloody hell was it that he had to do. The kittens were foremost on his mind in importance and stature, but something else just would not let his mind rest. WHAT WAS IT?! Oh yeah, he had to go and meet his surly partner at the gates yet again, oh woe was him and the fact that he had to go about this shit in the same manner as a common criminal! For he was no common criminal, but a mastermind amongst the mentally challenged, a slightly below average criminal!

Kionkotsu would begin to regain consciousness. It was apparent the situation was dire. His attempt to do justice only put him in a hell that no person should go through. Would this be it? He was brutally beaten and treated like a piece of garbage. The laughter would only be a sign that Kin may not make it out of this situation. He could barely breathe due to the beating and the constricting wire. Talking was pointless but he tried to mutter out "Fuck you trader", though he may have seemed brave this genin was mentally broken. The thought of never seeing his family would ultimately crush his will to want to survive but he would not give up. The wire was too tight to break loose however. He would be suspended like some type of ornament and bloody like a tampon. He truly would feel as if he just wasted his life of training. Having no friends was no help either because no one would bother looking for him. His family would probably just think he was out training. Kin was probably done for hanging from this tree. His only hope would be to try and shake free until he would get tired by using his somewhat adept strength and see what would happen. He would have to try to do this while the man beating him was busy and occupied doing something else. He could only hope that this opportunity would come or someone would rescue him. Unfortunately none looked likely, only time would tell.

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Seeing Apostolos just leaving the gate as he got close to arriving Ivan would give him a two fingered wave(index and middle of the left hand) before turning around and heading back down the hilly path to the tree. Of course he got back, just in time to hear the boy mutter something. Something about intercourse with a merchant, Ivan had no real way of knowing. With a shrug he pocketed the coins he had taken from the boy while tying him up early. "So I heard..." Ivan began before shrugging, the monologue would take too long and neither he nor the boy had the time. Instead bugs slowly began to crawl into the Kumo ninja that was hanging from the tree. Bugs began to crawl into every orifice, stretching those that needed to be sometimes rather painfully. Not that having bugs crawling on you would feel good to anyone outside of the Aburame clan anyways. Still after two hundred of the cute little buggers had nestled into their new cacoon they began to feed on his chakra and slowly began to put him into a state of paralysis. The only thing that Kink would now have control over would be his eyes, and his thoughts the rest...that was up to the bugs to decide how they should move and act.

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For some reason unbeknownst to Apostolos, his partner was in some sort of freaky cult where butt sex and finger banging were offers that were thrown at people they cared about upon their reunion. It was an odd fashion, but the fact that he constantly shot him the sign made it less foreign each time, but hell, it was still a bit creepy to think that he might want to scoop in Apostolos' poop shoot. The criminal ninja wasn't really one to partake in such butt buddy actions and wouldn't become one to do so, but for his butt buddying brother he would take a bludgening blow to the brain. That was something most neglegent noob ninja wouldn't understand as they would turn faster than a new-born needle minded namar! What was this animal he thought of, a namar? That was a pretty fucked up invention of his mind seeing as it was a beast with multiple backs, something like what he imagined a hairy giant who spoke no known languages and simply grunted and shouted constantly to be. He was digressing and bugs were a wrecking the mother fucker that they kidnapped first. He was all beaten and bloodied and just down right disgusting at this point so there really wasn't one in leaving him alive. In the moment's it took him to rationalize that decision he became distracted and in turn noticed one insect that had yet to enter the body and did a little bit more than freak out only a slight bit. A slight bit meaning he spat lava at the insect as it flew into Kink's slightly closed mouth, but oh well. All it would do is freely seal his lips shut permenantly even if they did let him survive the ordeal. It wasn't hot enough to kill him but hot enough to leave his face scarred beyond recognition below his nose. Ah well, it didn't seem like anyone loved him enough to rescue him anyway so that left Apostolos in a position where he had to make more choices, to go to the other prisoner or talk to his butt pirate partner. With a shrug he walked towards Ivan and nodded towards someone walking up, but this was no mortal man, no! This being had the normal complecsion of most members of Kumogakure, but he was not a familiar face. This male had a sage like feel about him, but the way he approached was more than that. His hair was remniscent of a jungle man whom had let it grow long and over time it twisted and curled together to make several long strands of it. His fucking beard was one far over grown and the way he moved was simply amazing to see. This male did not walk, run, strut, freak out, sashe, dance, trop, hop, skip, or slide. NO! This man did more than that with every masterful move he made, every single step he took was taken by jump, but not any ordinary jump. He seemed to defy the laws of gravity with his motions as he did something that quite nearly blew Apostolos' mind. The man was quite literally Jumping in Ciricles. He did not stop, he did not speak, he did not acknowledge, nor did he weep for he was too busy being a bamf, or bad ass mother fucker as some know it, to actually even revel in the fact that the mortals were audacious enough to gawk and gaze at his glorious style of life. In the end he exited in an otherworld fashion, yes this man couldn't exit the sight of these two mortals and the one bug sack of a human being, NO! He had to leave in the most epic fucking fashion depictable and subnle enough to remain memorable whilst not completely blowing the fucking minds of the two coherently sane ninja that stood there apart of the akatsuki. Yes, the way this man left them was awe inspiring. He decided to do something that would leave a mark on Apostolos' life eternally, he bestowed upon him the gift of fuuinjutsu with the marvel that he had displayed. With a crouch he was done with all preparations for the action that he took. Yes, in this, the village hidden amongst clouds Jump in Circles decided to leave them with a sky clearer than the village had seen before because the crouching stance that he took was followed by a masterful leap in such a wondrous circle that he pierced the heavens themselves and became immortalized becoming one of the constalations! God help anyone besides these two that were unlucky enough to gain the blessing of Jump's sighting for not many were amazing enough to survive such an ordeal as this, but Ivan, the meat sack bug boy, and Apostolos all did for sure.

With a sigh Ivan untied the new walking sack of flesh that was considered a hive. "We have better things to do other than sit around" he said his mask shimmering as the hive stood up behind him and shuffled a few feet. "Don't forget the one tied to the tree by the way" Ivan said with a chuckle as he and the hive began to walk away.

As for whatever he had witnessed, which had been nothing other than Apostolos, although by his partner's head darting about he guessed that the other had seen something, he thought it was extremely queer and fitting for his partner who on this day chose to wear assless chaps. Quite, extremely, very queer indeed.

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Kasai was angry. Well more than angry. He was absolutely fucking pissed. At the reject deserters for taking him hostage and at himself for allowing himself to be taken hostage but most of all he was pissed at the village and the kage for allowing those fuckers to desert from the village and kidnap him, and the other kid currently getting abused. Of course, if Kasai ever got free from the bonds he would kill the two deserters and go about killing anyone else who fucked with him. Of course he remained silent the whole time lest he incur the wrath of the queer and end up like pinata boy.

So he sat there, silent and brooding, trying to think of a way out of his current predicament. Nothing was coming to mind at the moment other than throwing himself at the mercy of his captors but that shit wasn't gonna happen. Not today and sure as shit not tomorrow. Maybe he could strike a deal to join them but that might take some conniving to do.

Apostolos picked up the broody one and left as he had learned fuuinjutsu from the amazing figure there and was quite happy.
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