Letter to New BFF [letter, open,private,idk nk?]

The day had finally come for Kurisu to try and investigate Kumo, he dreaded what the results would yield. A part of him hoped that everything that he'd learned was not real, that Echo didn't die neither did Misaki nor the rest of the village. Fruitless hope, he knew better than to try and think that even with the voices in his head there was no denying the facts that had been presented. Nevertheless he wanted to learn more and without risking more lives while still getting it from the top source. Sure maybe there'd be some lies tossed in but then again weren't Kage suppose to have a honor code? Probably not, Kurisu never had a honor code when he was Raikage, maybe that was how there'd be a way for them to be honest. Having been a ruthless and insane Raikage during his time in Kumogakure no Sato there was a chance he'd be able to reason with this new Raikage. He'd pull out a paper and put ink to paper.

This was a rare time indeed, the plague prince was never one to actually be in his chambers once the village had been properly set up. He usually left most of the documentation and paper work to his stand in kage. The man knew more about these types of things than he and also knew Mortarions desires more so than the rest. As he went through the normal motions of reading and replying, or reading and signing off on things his eyes caught something intriguing. Hidden slightly off to the corner under another pile of paperwork was a small letter that hadn't been opened. Kumogakure's kage wasn't one to receive letters from the outside world as by now what had transpired here had told all surrounding villages that the old leaders no longer held ground here.

The moment he began reading the letter he could feel his blood boiling while the threads beneath his skin tensed. The letter had come from Konohagakure and their new kage who apparently had also once ruled over Kumo. The letter read rather nonchalantly however anyone would be smart enough to see the underlying threats and intentions that each word carried. His mind flooded back with his first arrival to Konoha and the "welcome he had been given by one Navi and Viper. it seemed the village still carried it's air of superiority which might have been something warranted given the times but still nonetheless annoying. Picking up his own pen to write, he stopped for a moment before calling over a small servant boy that had been ordered to retain him. With a swift hand movement the boys head was removed from it's shoulders and now lay turned upside down on his desk. he'd write his new "Friend" a message he'd never forget. Dipping a dried pen into the childs head where blood was begining to bubble and puddle out he set to writing.