A proper girl never gloats.

She sat amidst the dense foliage of the fae wilds, looking over her bounty. Before her was laid more weapons then she could count and the dead bodies of the three children who so foolishly decided to follower her teacher. She considered eliminating them all together, perhapse sending their heads to the demon but of course there were always rules taught within the ninja world.

1. Never allow a tool to go unused.

Chakra poured from her hands into the body of tank, surrounding him in the strange blue aura as she used her color course change to prep his body to accept her gifts. She felt the power of her three new natures churn just under her skin seeming to react violently as always, poison to the blood given by her mother. Slowly it seeped out, filling the boy's body and easing her stress.


2. Never regret what has to be done.

The boys eyes laid open as she looked over them, effects on their pwrson suggesting they were once from the village hidden in the leaf. She would inform navi of course of their deaths but there would be no sad tidings. This was war.

3. A proppwr girl never gloats.

She opened the communication to the demon, seeking the proppwr words. She was never good at following these rules, too kind too afraid. Now her voice didn't waiver and her hand held strong. ~demon. I've got a present for you, consider it a token of my great appreciation. Three crossed leaf headbands, my trade for the new eyes. Your children would send regaurd but... The dead doth not speak my name on ashen tongue. Know. You will only ever have one pupil. Till next time teacher.~ her words held powerful conviction, the proof here that she could stand on her own. It would sound almost mocking, but proud.

(Twc 311)

The energy owed wild across the boys body, shite scroll like wrappings now rolling across the body, wrapping up up until it looked less like a body and more like a coffin, rounded edges making UR an oval shape of white cloth with strange writing across it. From her hands poured an energy of red flames, brown earth and green which flowed in and out of the stream like wind through an open plain. The more she pushed the less the energy burned, cramping her muscles and stinging through her bones. There was a tingle in the back of her neck, a feeling near excitement both at the realization that she would soon have a new body to use and that this plague would finally run clean. Still she heard nothing from the demon. Perhaps he removed his necklace, perhapse he was still ignoring her. The wrappings howes a bright blue for a moment, and finally seemed to be set ablaze. The fire she knew wasn't real, or moreso would deal no damage to herself or the body. It was pure chakra poured into the form that crackled the wrappings, burning it away to reveal a perfect copy of herself where there once was the akimichi boy.

(Twc 518 claiming earth, fire, and wind body)

It was as the failed attempt of getting anything exciting to happen in this dull world was coming to an end that the Demon caught the mental message that was given to him. Why he still wore the choker was beyond him, maybe it was symbolic to Youka and it prevented him from removing it. However as her words infected his mind his anger boiled at the news of the ones he had left behind were now dead. Those fools, he had given them time off yet he had expected them to live a lot longer than this and prove to be more useful than they were. Having them killed was not the point till they had served their usefulness. This did however explain why e had not felt them close to Kumo or even in it for that matter.

This woman was always finding ways to interject herself into his path in the least wanted ways. Yet he couldn't help shake the feeling that he could use her for his last venture forth into the ninja world before retiring to death or obscurity whichever came first. Tapping his foot on Ame's desecrated ground he thought out multiple paths of how to answer this girls words.

"Since you are so desperate for this humans approval, you can prove yourself to me. It seems I can't get rid of you so easily and every time you die you come back more annoying than ever. I will give you one more chance, just one in proving that I do not need to remove your soul from your body. Maku and myself are on our way to Kumo, give me some time and I will contact you on where and how to meet us."

mumbling curses under his breath he would end the transmission and start planning their last ride.

(exit)

Her eyes grew wide, the power flowing from her hands seeming to stop, cutting in and out just before she finished the body. Her heart began to beat faster. Was... Did he really..... No. It was impossible. Youka was the enemy and yet.... She felt like she was flying just at the offer to assist him. Her head was clouded with thoughts of the old days, of the good and the bad an ever present scale teetering back and forth. good and bad hope and fear. When the time came would she strike down her teacher or follow submissively? Only time would tell.

((claiming earth body))

Approved for Earth Body.

"Perfect. It's ready. " She heard a noise behind her, though she didn't truely need look and see who was behind her. Still, her chakra senses flowed, checking the world around her. She could feel the strange energy of the Fae given off by the woman behind her, The princess of the Black kingdom, who walked slowly through the underbrush towards her.

"Kira...... This is dangerous.... I know you just spoke to the demon. You know we're connected to you. If you go back to him you may not survive again." Kira shook it off, taking the scrolls from her back and setting them against the ground. the next bit of conversation would be held in silence, through subtle shifts of body language neither could actually see due to Kira's position faced completely away from the girl, but which both could read so easilly. the emotion filled the wooded realms, the most powerful magic of all allowing their thoughts to almost seem to caress across the flesh of the other, her chakra meeting Daruku's Fae aura. They swirled together, A scene seeming to appear above the two as they formed small beings in the air above.

Kira readied herself, opening the scrolls and setting the weapons out into small piles. Forming three seals she decided to multi task, her mind not actually here as she used the mastered shadow sewing jutsu, tendrils raising to wrap around the weapons quickly, setting them into piles while she put her concentration on more important things.


Above them the two figures took shape, A tall woman in a long elegant ball ground held a thin hand out to the fae wild construct, A man who's body seemed disconnected at the joints taking her hand in his. They began this dance, spinning about the green tinted floor, marbled by the combination of her blue chakra and the green energies of the Fae which slowly creeped upwards, creating walls. Her head turned slightly as she formed the first seal. The shadow tendrils raised up twenty shuriken, ten on each of two of the tendrils, placing them on the seal as Kira performed the generic sealing jutsu, allowing them to be held within five seals in the first scroll. From her back she drew a brush and ink, a strange gift she wasn't sure when she'd actually gotten, though she could only assume it was from Amber, and how right she was.

The Disconnected boy dipped the girl assumed to be The hell's angel low, Drawing from it's back a blade. As she raised, spinning around the boys hand the blade slipped into her back cleanly. It was as if she hadn't even noticed the black weapon sticking from her skin as the two constructs of chakra and magic continued their dance to music not actually playing. Kira's eyes Closed for a moment as the weapon entered her chakra, pain flowing across her face. Her hands gripped her knee tightly, knuckles whitening until they began to dance again and Daruku's hand touched her shoulder lightly only to be shrugged off.

    The next scroll was unrolled, and once more her tendrils lifted weapons, This time twenty senbon, held within two seals on the second scroll. Each scroll held the Kanji of it's contents, written in soft brush strokes of her shaking hand. Above them the dance continued. The girl in the grand dress hit her knees, The being meant to be youka's turn having tripped her off her feet. Harshly he threw her to the ground,burying two more blades into her body, one into each of her collar bones. Her eyes cast down, matching Kira's currently, her hands too shaky to form the seals. A stream of tears flowed down her face, dripping onto the third scroll as the weapons were lifted by her shadow sewing jutsu, placing each diretly over the point when they'd be sealed. Perhaps this girl was right, She thought, before her resolve returned. She'd worked too hard. Even if it meant Killing him to gain her freedom she knew her draw to the demon priest was too strong. And maku...


She finally allowed the name to slip into her mind, her hands quickly forming seals to seal the third set of weapons, Twenty Kunai with attacked Exploding tags this time, the seals wrapped around the handles to hide their intention, running slightly over the blade though set flush as if they were blued down. The Chakra construct girl rose finally, Conviction filling each in unison and the dance began once more. Behind them three men in green suits formed up, onlookers with demon faces and cold eyes. As she was turned once more, spinning twice elegantly in their dance she released her own weapons, which floated through the air to plant themselves into the onlookers heads, each falling to the ground dead. She knew where this would end but wouldn't admit it.

Next she sealed Ninteen more Kunai and one of the rolls of wire, The wire wrapping around the end of each before setting at a control point, each able to extend from the center point and be controled as such about two meters.

Their dance was close to a conclusion, she finally thought to herself, the final scroll being prepared. Within this would be sealed Twenty paper bombs, A final goodbye in the event she was ever in trouble.


As she formed the last bits of her equipment her emotion eased, turning from sadness and fear to anger. One of the final kunai was lifted by her Jutsu, one of the tendrils sending it flying through the image above them, dispersing it just as the demon priest's construct was about to remove her head. It flew around twenty feet before sticking into a tree deeply. "Enough. I know what i'm doing..... Just do your job and assist. I'll take care of the rest. " The cloak flowed across her body, allowing her sewing jutsu additional use as she formed two tendrils from her feet which raised her up high enough that another could reach out and pull the weapon from within the fae enchanted wood.

"Now...It's almost time. daruku.... Prepare. Soon I'll have these new eyes and I'll be able to understand why they became how they are. " With that she would disappear, the equipment swept into her bag just before she finished the reverse summoning seal to take her back to the dragon lands, ready and willing to do what it took to gain power and prove to her previous teacherthat SHe Kiranomo Hyuuga the Hell's angel, could fight on her own and was no longer the terrified girl he'd met in Ame.

(TWC 1631 claiming 800 ryo from stats and wc towards mastered shadow sewing
Weapons sealed in scrolls: 1 scroll with 20 senbon, one scroll with 20 kunai, one scroll 20 explosive tagged kunai, one scroll 20 shuriken, one scroll 20 paper bombs)
  and exit)

Approved.