[Gure Yuuta]

nowhere is the thrill of the underworld more alive than at the Moulin Rouge At the edge of Hi no kuni, somewhere along the southern border stood Gure Yuuta; a Konohagakure Jounin and former headmaster of the village's orphanage. The Jounin breathed in deeply, taking in the the crisp early morning air. For the past year, Yuuta was confined to his homeland as a punishment for his blatant disregard for international treaties. Having been barred from any and all international travel, Yuuta's home had become his personal prison. The official records state that Yuuta and the then Mizukage ignored the fragile non aggression pact between the nations. Mizu no kuni and their allies were quick to condemn Konohagakure and the Gure for his actions; with the leaf's longtime enemies calling the event an act of war. However, Konoha would not waver… Despite various nations siding with Mizu no kuni, the hidden leaf village stood unyielding; their eternal will of fire burning through the deception and taunts of Kirigakure and its allies. In a rare display of its political might, Nandaime Hokage, Kawaii Niko reminded the international community of Konohagakure no Sato's preeminence. Instead of an opportunistic attempt on the Mizukage and her child's life. Rather, Yuuta, a man devoted to the wellbeing of children, Jounin and accomplished strategist merely acted in self-defense despite the lack of self control, and impulsiveness he had displayed. Fueled by the hope of a nation and his allies unquenchable, empowering will; Yuuta able to stave off his usual predilections. Nevertheless, neither side of the international fence safe for Yuuta and the Mizukage would know what truly occurred on that fateful night in Yuki no kuni. The sun would finally crest over the horizon and a new day would begin; a day Yuuta had been waiting on for sometime now. "Finally Migration" The Jounin said before melding into the ground and crossing the border. At long last his punishment had some to an end and there was only one way Yuuta could think how to celebrate…. At least that's what the Jounin had planned, a couple of miles away from the Hi no Kuni border, the man would emerge from the ground in front of what seemed to be a Traven built for the weary traveler. However all was not what it seemed… the tavern seemed as if though it had recently been built, yet still oddly dilapidated. Walking into the Traven made even less since as the patrons were from extremely different ways of life. So much so that Yuuta was certain that there were a number of wanted shinobi and legal Shinobi co-mingling as if they weren't enemies at my all. "Welcome to the Moulin Rogue, the worlds greatest tavern" said a cantily clad waitresses who appeared in font of Yuuta suddenly and suspiciously. Not long after, a woman entered into the Traven, walking right into Yuuta's back.

Remember that place in the Percy Jackson series? Was it orchid something? Where ppl drank and partied their lives away? Lotus hotel I think. That's what we're doing and we have to try and escape.

[Hirose Naoko]

That was it.

Day after day she had waited for him to show up. Holed up in some shack that had been abandoned, set up as her own sort of quarters and a new appearance taken all to welcome that face she had longed for years past. It had been an ill fated meeting that the two of them had fallen into, warmed by memories and then she reached too far… the idea that perhaps not all had passed giving her hope that she never should have had. She invited him to Hi no Kuni, said he could meet with her ‘friend’ and find work to help her out. All her friends were her. All the new faces herself. And yet… he never showed. She shouldn’t have been surprised, but he had agreed he might come. Days had passed. Soon turning into weeks. She waited far too long for that man and left his place in her heart for too many a year.

Yet it wasn’t gone… He might not have shown there, but fate so cruelly showed her that the world was too small to keep people apart forever. There was hope that she might cross paths with him again, that her body might be held in his…

Instead she got a fierce bump into someone unknown. Someone not as strong looking, nor as thick nor as rugged. A man that may have been able to catch many eyes, but her own were cloudy with bitterness and remorse. Still, it didn’t stop the young lady from giving off a clever smirk, pale blue eyes glistened painfully yet playfully. Fiery red hair atop her head sang out her betrayal and attitude and the curvy little figure of the short woman would have flowed easily, swaying her hips and one to jut to the side after bumping into him to gain her hand.


"Why y’stoppin’ suga?”

A little chuckle off her lips as other hand moved to sway her loosely braided hair behind her shoulder, fingers pausing a moment to play with the oddly colored and shaped jewelry at her ear.

"Can’t be havin’ fun if y’r stoppin’ in m’way, can I? L’ts go doll~”

As if she hadn’t seen the waitress who had appeared to actually stop him, nor did she care. Slipping to his side and meaning to weave her arm around his to hang off, the playful grin of the girl played along all the same as if to tug him in further. She wanted to get lost… and here was someone she could drag right down with her.

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Faceless SA - Active [Chakra Levels Suppressed to that of a Civilian Level while Henge remains Active.]

Henge - Active

[Gure Yuuta]

To remain unknown in this Shinobi world that, indeed, is real power tagged

It didn't take long for Yuuta to realize that this tavern was unlike any other. It's employees were dressed in scant clothing, both the men and women. The Tavern ordered a cornucopia of pleasures, the likes of which no other establishment in Hi no Kuni had. The ambiance was tempting, however such places were too good to be true and Yuuta wasn't going to involve himself in whatever illegal activities that enabled the place to exist. After taking his quick glance he'd abruptly turn back towards the door to his leave. As he reached for the door, it would swing open causing Jounin to walk directly into another person… a woman to be exact.

"Oomph"...

The two collided into each other, Yuuta's well trained and toned body stood strong, probably feeling like walking into a brick wall. However, Yuuta was nothing if not a gentleman and would catch the woman by the arm and waist before his brutish physique threw her to the ground.

"Why y’stoppin’ suga?”

The words dripped with an accent Yuuta couldn't place. For the first time in his life, Yuuta was at a loss for words. The women was stunning to say the least, and her accent coupled with his hands around her waist caused the man to hesitate; his mind frantically searching for one of his usual pickup lines or a witty quip.

"Can’t be havin’ fun if y’r stoppin’ in m’way, can I? L’ts go doll~”

She'd speak again, this time her words forcing him back to reality before pulling him into the den of inebriation. The Red headed woman guided Yuuta towards the bar, however the waitress intercepted her path. The woman dressed in what could barely be considered clothing appeared out of thin air. She held up two lotus flower buds filled with a sparkling pink liquid. "I'm glad you decided to stay, Mister. Here's a shot for you and your date! It's the house special and everyone who's anyone knows that the house special is on the house" she said following a quick giggle.

He'd looked around the establishment before turning back towards the waitress. It was odd, every patron within the tavern was drinking the same "House special". Taking the cup, which was an actual flower, a type of lotus bud and peered into it, the pink liquid swirling and sparking inside the bud. Hesitant at first the Jounin shifted his body towards the red head woman who still had her arm interlocked with his. "What do you think? Blah, Fuck It" he said before throwing the shot down his throat. "As a shinobi who faces death on a daily basis, I'm only in this world for a good time, not a long time" 

OWL

[Hirose Naoko]

While she wouldn’t have let it seem to openly effect her, Naoko was far from the most solid thing.. Sturdy enough she supposed, but when knocking into him she wondered if she’d have bruises to nurse later. Still, that playful grin and fiery red hair would have played out across her expression all too easily for her life was focused on giving a show rather than the truth behind her masks~ Words to coax him inwards, trying to get him to keep going, and her feminine form soon latched to the man that had first slipped his arm about her waist to catch her. Hook, line, and sinker~ They could both go down with the ship, for misery loved company.

"Can’t be fightin’ w’that. C’mere hun.”

No denying her ‘date’ with this new man, a hand released from his arm to pluck a bud from the waitress and immediately down it between her lips. If it was poison, so be it~ What did it matter anymore? A foolish and selfish way of thinking that the woman no doubt would regret later, but the petals of the cup dropped instantly to sneak that now free hand around the back of the head of her new companion. Interrupting him getting his own cup and meant to snake him into a kiss with her. Tongue probing at his lips and the moment she gained entry, sharing that sparkling liquid with her new partner in crime~ A nip to his lip should he have taken it all and a little pleased sigh as she’d pull away from the lustful kiss.

"Now you do me~”

The second bud plucked into her fingers, held up to the man. He could have inspected it if he wanted, she’d wait~ But with full expectation he’d return that kiss and give her her own dose of whatever that house special was. The woman staying with one arm looped around him and after that kiss… exceptionally closer. The soft and smaller form of the female practically pressed to him and arched up to be able to get a good look at the tall man’s face~ All was a fiery blur and she wanted it all to come crashing down.

If he still ended up commenting on his shinobi status and risk taking venture, she’d grin. Forward and flaunting, with another press of her body to his and the hand that was hopefully rid of that second drink immediately pressed to his body. Snaked beneath his shirt and fingers smoothing over the firm contours just off the side of his abdomen.

"I’ll be yer g’time.”

As long as they could be swept away..

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Faceless SA - Active [Chakra Levels Suppressed to that of a Civilian Level while Henge remains Active.]

Henge - Active

[Gure Yuuta]

Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker Around the time of the first Shinobi war, various reports detailing the sudden disappearance of military personnel. In the beginning, officials thought that those involved had become cravens and had simply ditched their posts or squadron. As the war continued, the sudden disappearances increased, eventually Intel would confirm that these incidents weren't isolated to a single entity within the war. Every nation and military that were a part of the first ever shinobi world war experienced unprecedented cases of personnel seemingly abandoning their duties. It would reach a milestone when hardened veterans, Shinobi who were the epitome of conviction of their nation, had seemingly disappeared without a trace. Every nation ordered an investigation into the disappearances, however the moment allied shinobi started to dig into the mystery the phenomenon abruptly stopped. Years would go by and those who were active during the anomaly had either retired or were no longer of the living world. Then suddenly, shortly after the second shinobi world war, reports of entire squadrons mysteriously vanishing began to circulate throughout the known shinobi world. Like the disappearances before then there was no evidence to go on and the Shinobi in question weren't known to abandon their responsibility to their hidden village. The five major shinobi nations started to blame one another, even long-time allies became cautious of each other. In turn the disappearances threaten to destabilize the international scene, deteriorating the fragile peace instituted following the second world war. With no leads and the disappearances mounting the Shinobi world would finally get the break they needed. After extensive investigation and cooperation between allies and even a few former enemies. The nations would finally get their first lead, a much needed sign of hope. The investigations unearthed one commonality between every single disappearance, including those of enemy nations that only met one another in battle. It was found out that before the victims went missing, they had previously gone out for a night of debauchery, either to celebrate, relieve stress or boost morale. However none of them would return and no traces of them were uncovered. The respective shinobi nations searched frantically, upheaving their budding nightlife scene, even going into some of the more deplorable venues of the Criminal underground. However their efforts proved fruitless. Just as before the phenomenon suddenly ended. Several months later the third shinobi world war broke out… Unbeknownst to the world, a single establishment had been the cause of every single disappearance. A mysterious and practically unknown tavern operated by a family of traveling shinobi. The tavern had visited and traveled the world and back again. The tavern had been around since before the founding of the shinobi nations, ownership of the deviant establishment was passed down through a single family line. This afforded them the anonymity they have in the present, while ensuring that their ranks were zealously loyal, because everyone knew blood is thicker than water. The Traven and disappearances would but resurface, at least in the scale of previous years, until the present. By this time the mysterious place of debachery and decadence had traveled to even the most remote places. It's name varied greatly, usually being based on which nation they're in and the era of the world they choose to resurface. It's latest victims were Gure Yuuta and Hirose Naoko, trapped within the halls of forbidden pleasure. The owners and they're family members used a powerful taste based genjutsu derived from a special lotus flower. The genjutsu warps one's sense of time, when added to Sake it induces euphoria so intense that those affected by the Genjutsu will want nothing more than to party and party hard. Having said that, the tavern can seemingly keep their patrons and the party going indefinitely. However, the Genjutsu has one flaw, which is it's short duration, in order to keep everyone under their horrid spell of ecstasy, three Lotus Sake drink must be ingested every several hours or else the shinobi within the tavern will eventually recover and realize just how much time had passed. As far as Yuuta and his new friend are concerned , 3 months have passed since first entering the tavern, and their party didn't seem like it would be ending anytime soon.Yuuta had cleared an area of the tavern in order to make an area for him to entertain. Afterwards, a woman would come by and give both him and the woman another lotus shot. Glistening with sweat, the man down the drink without hesitation. Behind the women was a brutish looking man carrying a metal pole. Yuuta helps install the pole, with everyone eventually realizing it to be a Striper's pole. "Get ready for a show hehehe" the Gure exclaimed, ripping the shirt from his body before taking his position along the shaft of the pole. Once there the man would slowly and enticingly move up and down, turn and flip about the pole, all the while looking Hirose Naoko directly in her eyes. In a dramatic fashion the button from his pants would go soaring across the tavern, landing in someone's cup. Suddenly he'd jump from the pole, landing in front of his new friend. He'd then grab her hand and make her grope him before spinning her around then pulling her body close to his. "You're quite the bad influence".

Idk I winged it...

[Hirose Naoko]

Diving into the party had been all too easy. Looking to relax, have a good time, and forget life never came more simply than entering a den specifically created for that. She could disappear here, even if she didn’t realistically wrap her mind around it. For once, perhaps fate was on her side even if one of the cruelest of ways.

But in that loss, she’d found a friend. Some ridiculous man that partied rather hard, but the whole time she danced through the mess along with him. The months passing by as a fleeting though for the duo, for play was constant and lucidity was lacking. Even now, the installation of a stripper’s pole in the midst of the establishment had a laugh cross her lips. Not meant for her, but for him~

"Work’t harder, ya dirty slut!”

A grin to the woman’s lips as she called out to him, a wink teased his way as his eyes never left her. The redheaded vixen had thankfully never quite lost her disguise. Her mind and body so used to being something else had prevented her at least from entering into her normal self, keeping her well hidden away from prying eyes that never would escape anyway.

A shot glass of that precious liquid was taken back again, pale skin finding sweet trickling of the liquid teasing a drop from her lips and sliding down her throat. A sighed exhale as she finished, discarding the small glass and eyes back on the entertainment. He had a body that could really move~

And leap across the area and directly in front of her, glint to her own eye and grin widening, he took her hand for nothing sweet. Fingers brushing over his package and a laugh escaping her lips as she was swiftly turned around then. Back to him and a husky voice in her ear.

Something she’d retaliate to with rhythmic swings of her hips. The ever pumping music of the club easy to move along with as the curves of the woman shifted left and right, winding in a dance that had her firm ass rubbing up against him all the more. Hands to move as well, gripping and firmly guiding his grip that pulled her to him up to settle on the soft mounds of her chest, releasing his hands there and her own hands and arms extending further up. Dancing in that bouncing paced sway still, but looking up to him, fingers meaning to tease at his jaw.

"Ya gotcherself a bad girl, shouldn’t y’be tamin’ her?”

Reckless abandon into the debauchery of that club, the man unknown to her was her only companion in this lost time and she was apparently having the time of her life.

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Faceless SA - Active [Chakra Levels Suppressed to that of a Civilian Level while Henge remains Active.]

Henge - Active

[Gure Yuuta]

Cosi vivo piacer conduce a morte. Lost within a maelstrom of inebriated passion the two became close in the "small" amount of time they had known each other. In their stupor neither were aware of the real danger such decadence belied. The tavern seemed to never have a lack of patrons, Yuuta had started to notice something odd about the tavern. Every so often he'd notice shinobi not from Konohagakure, the first time he had come across a foreign shinobi, they hailed from Sunagakure… at least that's what Yuuta assumed. The group of would-be Hidden Sand ninja had all the signs of Hi no Kuni's allies yet their shinobi gear, like their flake jacket, was one worned by sand shinobi of an era long passed. Yuuta vividly remembered the appearance of the gear because it was something he had read about when researching one of the Great shinobi world Wars. Immediately after the realization the feeling of inebriation lessened in a quick, sudden sobering moment. Before Yuuta could clear his mind of the fog and growing hangover, several waitresses within the bar appeared out of thin air and offered yet another lotus drink. At first he'd protest, "I…. Think… I think I had enough…" he said in a groggy tone. The waitresses wouldn't take no for an answer, despite being average shinobi of chunin rank they were not built for combat and would forgo the use of force. With conniving allure and a welcoming visage they'd use Yuuta's fondness of the red haired woman against him. "Oh? Your friend still wants to have fun though. Look at her dance freely without a care in the world. Don't you want to join her?" The group of waitresses said in unison. Still groggy, Yuuta tried to focus and gather himself but needed more time to do so. Eventually, the temptation placed in his head by the waitresses coupled with the rhythmic movement of his friend's body caused him to cave. Yuuta quickly down two lotus flowers, before taking two more to Hirose. "Heyyy I'm back! Here's two more, they're on the house for some reason" Yuuta said quickly before getting closer to the woman to continue their decline into decadence. He'd whisper into the woman's ear about the whole ordeal, then asked "Do the staff of this place and these other people appear out of place? As if they're from the wrong era?"

Yuuta's Current Theme Song | Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton