A fine Establishment (Private)

The club was setting was just like any other get together of the high class of society. The ceiling was coated with many fumes from the cigars alone, the glasses that held wine and many other liquor danced within them as they were brought to the drinker’s mouths. The colors varied greatly from dark brown, caramel, red, white, and even lime green. But what one had in one hand, a cigar was held in the other. It was a popular custom of the upper class, drink, then smoke, smoke, then drink. It was amazing how people of this class bracket lasted so long. The lights along the walls and corners, of various hints of colors, revealed all that were present in the private club, they lounged , the couches they laid upon were made from the finest materials money can buy, no expense was spared when this establishment was built. The current owner leaned his head against his right arm, which was propped on the arm piece of the circular couch all the way at the end.  He eyed everything and everyone who walked through the double doors, walking money. He taps glass full of brown liquor, as he simply, relaxed. He liked his drinks neat; he didn’t cared much for watered down drinks, unless he had to slow down. In fact, he hardly used to drink at all, though, being from the cloud village he built an extremely large tolerance to alcohol, at young age, due to the no drinking age restriction. Being able to drink at 7 was hardly a restriction to the rest of the world.

His attire was as usual, a full white suit with a red tie. His long sleeve shirt underneath his jacket was black, which went well with the tie. Surprisingly, most of his tattoos were hidden from sight, except a few details that revealed themselves along his hands and neck. His face was untouched by the ink, thankfully. That was something Ganki would never do. Why ruin something that worked, right?  A few fuin seals were also revealed along his wrist; however a closer inspection would be needed in order to find them. In fact, most if not all of his possessions were sealed within some type of seal. Easy storage really, whatever made his life easier he’d use it. He also wore he dark ruby red shades too, it was his favorite pair.

To why he was here, well, to him this was it. After the events of the cloud village, what became of it, after the journeys of traveling in the west, joining the yakuza, he simply had it with the ways of shinobi, for now, he was going to do what he simply loved to do. Make money, mess around with girls and buy whatever he could get his hands on. That’s basically what all the people in upper class simply do. It was amazing what money could do for you, what problems it can erase. People say that money is the route to all evil, well, Ganki made a little alteration to that old famous saying. The lack of money is the route all evil. He smiles to the thought of that, he takes a sip from his steuben glass, that deserved a drink, well a self-toast really. The musicians played a soft melody while the crowd danced to it.

He eyed the craps table, wondering if he should play. he really would be playing against himself since technically he was "the house". It had been a really long time since he played.

"Come now..." The voice of the Avatar of sorrow broke the silence between them as the two crossed through the streets of tanzaku town, searching for supplies but more importantly, allowing Kira a first taste of the confusion the real world would bring her. The moved fluidly through the cloud of people, none bothering to stop them, though a few paused to admire the taller girl's intricate sky blue cloak for a moment. Everything was going perfectly until Kira stopped mid step in the center of a long roadway, her head turned to the side in confusion for several minutes, begging the woman watching her to encourage her movement once more.

"Pau...se." Kira spoke, her gaze never meeting Selenes. SHe'd moved ahead as was customary, and despite suggestion from Amber. She would need protection. Do not allow her before you. The demon's words played over and over in her head as she allowed the child like whimsy to overtake Kira, causing her to float off to and fro. Now however the excitement and joy brought about by finally breathing real air was cut by something unknown.

~Kira.... Why are we stopped. You know there could be trouble if we're spotted. ~ Selene's attempt at reason failed to pierce the girls silence. It always seemed to. Instead Kira turned, taking three steps towards a very nice building where she'd sensed a rather powerful signature. Slipping past the first door she was stopped by a tall older man. His hair was a fine mix of soft auburn with veins of grey and white that looked quite distinguished. His clothes were expensive and tailored and he didn't exactly look excited to see her.

"Pardon. Enter...." The man tried to stop her, but was met with a quick shift to the left that only served to pull the cloak from about Kiras neck as she slipped inside. Thankfully the man at the door took it as a sign of intrigue, deciding not to give chase even as Selene slipped past him whispering appologies for her "sister".

without her cloak the girl looked a right mess. Her hair streamed down her back in an unkept pony tail, shimmering in the light with remnants of her past training that made it clear she'd not exactly washed up in a few days, and with small matted bits of blood from goddess knows where. Her attire was anything other then what you'd expect in this place. She was clothed head to toe in a black body armor that hid her chakra from sight other then doujutsu, large plates spread about the solid black variant of the savar suit she'd upgraded to her own liking. Two small yellow bars shone at the neck, cuffs, and ankles where collection points for her under armor was hidden. Finally atop this was her actual clothing, a strange one piece looking outfit that would be incredibly revealing  in black leather asside from the accents of blue trimming the garment were it not for the body armor hidden beneath. The hem of her clothing was frayed and the edge work no longer pristine stitches of mastercraftmanship.

"Kira... What are y..." She paused as she spoke to the girl, surveying the room before her eyes fell on the source of kira's intrigue, guided by the girl's outstreatched hand pointing directly to one man: Ganki Sakura. "It isn't exactly nice to point......." She rushed to lower the girl's hand. The man felt familiar though she'd only seen pictures in passing. In response to the action however Kira simply slid off to the side away from selene, walking calmly towards the man.

"H....hullo. Ganki.... Sakura."

kira's koukan robes:

A brief commotion begun to stir up within the club, the two girls, more specifically the one dressed in armor, brought much attention among herself. Last anyone checked, the dress code was suit and tie. Ganki to looked over to see as well, wondering just how they got in. They didn’t look like they belong at all; he smiled slightly as he took another sip. However, there was more, one of them made her way towards him. He list his head off of his hand, eyeing her frame up from to top to bottom, and then again in reverse. Was he eyeing the girl, or the threads? Who knew? Once she got close enough, he responded towards back to her after her greeting, thinking she would stop her movement as he didn't want her to get too too close. “Can I help you…,to a drink? I think you may need one…”. He said while taking note of the products he knew very well behind his shades, even though they have been altered a bit, and the other noticeable features that called for answering. He remembered when the first set of Savar suit rolled fresh out of the assembly line.

He didn’t want to speak to her at first, even though she called to him by name. A lot of people either knew or heard of Ganki, he’d have to travel to the other side of the world to meet someone who didn’t. Plus, word around this town travels fast, and for him to be socializing with the likes of someone with an appearance like this, well, let’s just say that wouldn’t be good for business. But, he decided to give in, hey, they were girls, and this was a club, why not?

”You do know the dress code is formal…Ms?”, he said right after he offered her a drink. He didn’t ask her if her friend wanted to join them, not yet. Ganki found them interesting, especially her friend, he thought as he took another sip.

It was one thing to create a suitable set of gear to work efficiently in the field. But to add style to it, that could open many other doors, which could lead to a much bigger pay out in the future. He sips his drink once more, but then stops himself as he takes more notice to the details of the woman. Ganki was indeed a bit buzzed in thought, but now he finally began to catch on to the present demeanor. He started to regret to attempt to start a conversation, this was going to be fun. It was as if she was Involved in a rough encounter, or something that involved fighting. Who knew? As he spoke his eyes constantly shifted back and forth from the one standing in front of him, and the other standing a few feet away. Luckily his shades were dark enough to cover his eyes from anyone else’s view. He’d be deemed a creep if it wasn’t. While he waited for her to respond, if she could, he waved his free hand over to other tattoo bar tender over to the left of him. The bartender, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his own set of yakuza brand ink, prepared the drink.

Even though Ganki broke off from the yakuza, the yakuza had many branches. In the short amount of time he was here, Ganki managed to build up his own branch, the Yamaguchi-gumi Branch. It wasn’t known to the other branches, so he was in the clear, for now. Besides, lowly thugs work for cheap, and surprisingly look very passable as hard workers if you dress them up in a suit.

He saw how Ganki waved over to him to gather his attention, stuck three fingers up, and then one, then two, he had his own system. The one finger meant dark liquor, while the two fingers meant white; the three fingers meant the quantity, yeah the quantity. Ganki liked to think ahead in the game. The order would arrive soon, with Ganki focusing towards the beaten girl, should all play out.

Selene walked quickly up behind the girl, removing her cloak quickly to slip it across Kira's shoulders more to keep the questioning glances of worried high brows to a minimum. There was of course whispers of why the girl would enter such a fine establishment in armor. Thankfully they'd not seen the contents of the large side bag setting against Kira's left hip. The cloak changed Kira's appearance quite drastically, her muddled clothes hidden behind finely crafted blue silk with intricate silver inlaid designs that flowed across the back of the garment, leaving only the mat of black dancing gently to and fro across the silk as she turned her head. Selene unlike Kira was more then dressed for the occasion. She wore beneath the cloak a gorgeous white and ice blue dress sequined from top to bottom in what seemed to be diamonds shining with a hint of energy that would seem to shift based on the angle you gazed upon it between greens reds and a light lavendar. She knew the importance of looking good while they were out and with Amber hidden from site within the walls of konoha waiting for them she had little need to fight for more then a couple rounds to ensure they could be summoned safely.

"Come child. She will not be pleased to here you out and about getting yourself into trouble. " Selene helped the girl into a chair across from ganki, clear winces of pain flowing through her form as she attempted to seat herself. Her hands shook lightly as she placed them against the table which only emphasized the look of a fool she was certain played across the minds of anyone watching.

~Selene.... My lips don't move as I'd wish.~ Kira turned her attention as she spoke into the mind of the Avatar of sorrow, her gaze shifting to catch the woman's eye for a moment. her lips curled in upon themselves before unrolling slightly, a small space of air between the chapped red skin for the briefest of moments before they closed once more.

"Appologies sir. I believe she has gone off making assumptions again. I would take her out before the establishment assumes you to be the leader of sakura corp based on a lost girl's ramblings but I fear she must rest just a bit. " Even as the words left her lips she replied to her controller, the two statements coming in unison, one verbally and one mentally. ~Be easy kira. It will take time for your strength to return and longer for your mind to take grip on reality once more. If needed I can relay what you need.~

It was as if the room came to a pause, all else was still except for the lady, who wore the pearl white and sapphire blue dress. Every stepped she took was as if she was in slow motion, since she was pretty much one of the gorgeous looking woman in here tonight. He thought to himself that he had to keep his eye on the good looking one, especially tonight.

After the two sat down, with Ganki picking up a few bits of chatter from the two, he wonders of the girl now draped with the soft cloak was alright? Was she mentally ill? Did something happen? Perhaps they needed what was in Ganki’s hand more than he needed it? All these questions just started to bug Ganki even more. He adjusts his posture, for now he was now sitting up straight. He came here to relax, to chill, and take a break from things. He really wished the cloaked girl was not there, but, lucky for him, she wasn’t alone. In fact, the drinks were brought to them as soon as the elegant looking one finished speaking. The tray was sat down before them by the waiter, who walked off as fast as he arrived, as he was surely busy with other things. He looks towards the ladies, more so the one following the dress code. “You know, I prefer the title, CEO, really”, he said with a smile. He places he glass down on the table, and leans back on the couch with his right arm stretched along on the back. “Go ahead help yourselves, and, don’t trouble your mind about the tab”, he said. He wondered where these two came from, since they obviously didn’t catch on to whom they were sitting with.

A single peach dressed girl walks towards the bar. As she passes the group of three, from behind the couch the two girls sat, she looks over towards Ganki, he nods his head, but kept his head facing towards the two girls. Lucky he wore his shades, right?

Thinking about the draped girl more, he came up with an idea. “Your friend doesn’t looks too good, she can rest in the back if she wants, might help with the unwanted attention problem, if you know what I mean? If she needs help getting there I can arrange for some assistance?” He waited for one of them to reply back, which he hoped to hear an agreement to his offer. Nothing to valuable was back there, aside from a few boxes of supplies for the place, like uniforms and drapes.

Things seemed finally be calming down, which was surprising considering the strange outburst only moments before by Kira. Slene was however thankful for it. She took from the plate offered to them a tumbler filled with scotch, bringing it softly to her lips and taking a few sips before setting it back down on the table before her. So this was in fact the owner of Sakura corp. Interesting.

Kira offered the man a kind smile as he offered assistance and rest for her, most likely because of her current state but raised a hand to deny the kindness. her lips parted out of reflex only to find silence where there should be words, a shiver running down her spine as she fought against her own body to comunicate. With a single glance Selene understood, taking care of the situation.

"No no, She will be fine. We are here instead of the castle because she needs to get out and about. It is good for the healing process. The longer she spends out and about in the world the more easilly her body will take back to life" Kira hid a cringe as Selene finished. Why hadn't she taken Amber with her..... Of all the things you dont directly suggest her top of the list would be 'she's a missing ninja' and 'she just returned to life'..... Well worst case scenario one of the two worries were now out of her mind.

The CEO tilts his head upon hearing what the elegant dressed girl said, "No no, she will be fine. We are here instead of the castle because she needs to get out and about.” Really, a castle, just who were these girls anyway? Ganki was quite familiar with the upper class families around here, and their faces were completely new. Castles, he thought. In his opinion, castles were really played out actually, the maintenance on them were ridiculous. The memories of the old Sakura Estate hit him harder than the drink in hand. What had become of it now? Ever since that day, the collapse of the old cloud village, the rumors that followed, it was as harsh and bitter as the white liquid the few people dined with in the club. He once thought the reason why he got rid of all his cloud village gear, was so that he could not be reminded of that day. To be full of ignorance and bliss, out of sight, out of mind, however,  he was full of shame and defeat. All he had left of Sakura Corp, and a fist full of money, nothing else. His parent, they were elsewhere, far from Ganki’s reach.

He didn't know what else to offer her, the draped girl looked like she needed to see a doctor, like she had gone through some serious shit. the last thing Ganki need was for someone to pass out here. The last time that happened, he got involved with some leaf shinobi.

Focusing back on the two girls, his mind no longer lingering back in the past, he pokes at the comment the lady made about the castle. "Castle? Castles are for fairies, they're out of style really." He laughed a bit before taking notice of the other girl once more. Just something he couldn't shake about her, like as if she had been through some shit. The blood really was a giev away. “Are you sure she is ok? The last thing I need is for konoha Sp(Shinobi Personnel) to come back here again. Just who are you two anyway? I know you aren't from around here.", he pauses after. in the silence he grabs his own drink and takes a sip once more, still gazing towards the two with a still soft expression, as they now had his full attention. Just waiting for an answer, hoping they would loosen up a bit, especially the one in the dress.

THe response was almost instant upon his comment about castles, stone faced and serious as a heart attack Selene allowed the words to flow with little thought of the oddity of it. "Pixies actually. The owners are Pixies.. Well. High Fae so I suppose more like elves however their secondary form is pixies. They have wings either way...which actually I dont believe I've met a member of the Fae wilds without wings so that may not be too important. " She hoped that the laugh was in understanding of her words, though Kira expected otherwise. She cursed the weakness in her flesh. Normally she would have easilly stopped the Avatar of sorrow from her statement far before it got this far. It wasn't normal to have dealings with creatures of the like.


"Yes, she'll be fine. She's just weak. having your throat slit and your soul shattered does that. " Selene looked to the smaller girl for a moment, silently asking for permission to explain who exactly they were. She knew well enough not to go spouting of S ranked missing ninja even if Pixies and sprites were something she held little thought to worry about. With a soft nod Kira allowed her. "This girl is Kira Hyuuga lost konoichi of the village hidden in the leaf. I am the spirit of her weapon Selene the Avatar of Sorrow"

She was serious, Ganki thought, after listening to her go on about how real they were apparently. Fairies, Ganki wanted to laugh out loud even more. The seriousness on her face was priceless, however, His own face turned to stone as well, upon hearing her speak of her friend getting her throat slashed, along with her soul being broken. Broken? What did she mean by that, on top of her throat being slashed? He places his drink back on the tray, and slides the whole tray over to the left slowly, near the corner of the counter. Ganki didn’t know I the two were already buzzed, or were really being serious. Being raised in the cloud village, Ganki could out drink any of these southern fire countrymen/ladies. But, the two only had a sip of brown, which really wasn’t all that. Ganki had a bad feeling about this, the signs were now just too strong to ignore.

Ganki leaned over towards the two, with both his arms resting on the edge of his knees. He interlocks his fingers before looking towards Selene, his blue light sapphire eyes peaked out slightly above the top of the ruby shades.

“What’s going on, Selene? why are you away from the Leaf village?” His tone was calm yet assertive at the same time. If Kira is a konoichi, from the leaf, then could she be Konoha SP? He wondered if the lost ninja bit was really true. The more he thought about this, the more he began to think that she may be a lost konoichi, a missing ninja.

"Well...um..." Once more her eyes drifted to the other girl, checking for permission. Kira gave a soft shake of her head, preparing strained muscles to do that which she was still unsure she could.

"Taken. L.. Long ago. Amek" She drew another short breath, more to calm her nerves then anything else. SHe knew she had the ability but the world sat in a haze of confusion as her essence fought to sew itself back into the girl she was meant to be. As she gathered her words once more flashes of understanding struck her, her eyes snapping shut every few seconds as a wince of pain flowed across her features. She could see the strike that took her consciousness. The world going dark, thoughts that this could be the end, and then it struck her. She turned her gaze to Selene, asking one final action before she continued her explanation.


"AH. Mr Sakura. There is a way we can explain this more clearly... That she can show you. Do not be alarmed by her actions we mean you no harm." With this said, and assuming Ganki did not take up an offensive guard Kira would form a single seal, a small flow of mist pouring from lips drawn close to the table. Selene took the cloak from Kira's back, lifting it up, feigning to fix it to ensure none of the others noticed the casting of a jutsu just in case. As the mist flowed towards Ganki, assuming he chose to allow it to do it's work, the world would seem to disappear from view, everything but the table, its contents and the three becoming a blackness unending. Memories would flash about them for brief seconds, Kira lying in the mud, sharingan eye looking down at her as his heel dug into her solar plexus, The same excited girl dancing about, constructs of water bending to her will as a scruffy old man looks on nodding, and then finally a dark sky at the gates of Amekagure.

The scene stayed here longer, silence passing for several moments before a girl rushed past the gates. A long black cloak marred her appearance, though it was obvious somehow that it was Kira. A flash of silver struck, dropping the girl to her knees, The konoha head band hitting the muddy ground as she checked herself for damage, and finally a tall man rushed forward, bringing a heavy club against the back of her head. An etherial voice filled the expanse as the girl went limp, face down in the dirt only to be lifted up by strong hands and thrown across his shoulder with little care to her safety. "This... Is my past. Captured for my blood, assumed dead. Marked Missing."


If he denied the jutsus effects she would pout(both in and out of character) and i geuss selene would just explain it but it'd be way less cool and exciting and ganki would forever be considered noooooo fun.