[Kyōdai Jirou]

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Hi no kuni. A rightfully green place, but with good food and decent company if you knew where to look. However... It also was likely to hold a certain pale eyed man, who had promised Jirou a little something, which now made him more invested in the man. Sure, if he could land a night with him like the old days, Kayaku could avoid the topic, but... Jirou always found a way to get what he wanted in some capacity. His the desires of the man was a chaotic as the man himself. And so, for lack of better to occupy his time, he had hauled himself to one of the finer establishments of Hi no kuni. [break][break]

And by 'finer establishments' he meant something a tier above the dirty, back alley taverns he usually kept to. Booze was easy to find, women just as so. Flashing a bit of coin was enough to attract attention, though usually he always attracted a crowd after a few drinks and a few games of cards or dice. And this seemed to be a repeat of one of such nights. Jirou had arrived, put his backpack down in the corner of where he found a table, his scythe was put there, too, - despite the disgruntled owner's disapproving glances - he sat there, ordered food and a drink, and once the food was over and done with he waited. [break][break]

Soon enough someone in there either grew frustrated or bold enough to approach, challenging. Sticking his nose into Jirou's business - a place it didn't belong and was more likely to be cut off for being. But he entertained the man, even went so far as to invite him to a game of cards, winner paid for the next five rounds of drinks. [break][break]

And so it went on. And on. Until Jirou's table was the epicenter of laughter and the disgruntled owner's frown had been turned upside down and the scythe was no longer a problem. He was making money and Jirou was filling his evening with something fun and something which spoke to the hedonistic side of him. 

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Jirou + Kayaku + Shodaime

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[Hyūga Shodaime]

Shodaime had a few days off from work and decided to explore Hi No Kuni on her own.That place she chose was a tavern in the middle of Hi No Kuni. Away from the hustle and bustle of Konohagakure, Shodaime would enter a small town, as She would enter the fine establishment. It was cozy to say the least, cleaner looking than the taverns she had heard about, scattered across the country. Shodaime would take a seat on top of a barstool at the counter of the bar, and a drink. As the barkeep would bring the drink over, Shodaime would overhear the laughter and good times coming from one of the tables.

Always the skeptical person, Shodaime would remain seated at the bar and only stare towards the direction of the laughter. She didn't know these people and interrupting them would only draw more attention to herself. Any observant person though, would note her distinct eyes, making her stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. It would make her an easy target for someone to come up to her and talk to her.

[Hyuga Kayaku]

Violent delights have violent ends like fire and powder Which as they kiss... consume Deep within the primordial Hi no Kunian Forest, along a forgotten path as old as the forest itself, walked Hyuga Kayaku, missing-nin of Konohagakure. The shinobi made his way along the jagged path, his pace steady as he wasn't really in a rush. Truthfully, Kayaku didn’t even have a set destination, however he knew that after spending time with Sho and then escorting Gure Rokurou back to Konohagakure he’d need to gather his thoughts. "Things have certainly been entertaining for the past couple of weeks'' Kayaku said aloud, shifting through the memories of several events that happened out of thin air. Fate, Destiny, that big ol’plan the universe had for him; turned out to be more than simply training within Hi no Kuni. From reuniting with sho, to finally finding Uchiha Katsuo, it all had been a blur. He had not the time to sort out his own thoughts, let alone his feelings surrounding his own choices he’d taken in the recent weeks. There were an abundance of situations Kayaku had found himself stumbling into, however the most important dealt with Hyuga Shodaime and Gure Rokurou. Kayaku had finally found his self-proclaimed ward in Gure Rokurou; were actually Uchiha Katsuo; a child who had presumably died years ago. Kayaku couldn’t believe that the boy had survived the fatal incident that had taken his parent’s lives. As if this weren’t a hellacious way to begin life already, Katsuo would end up with a case of amnesia and thought himself to be a lowly orphan. Kayaku knew the truth of the boy’s lineage however. Gure Rokurou as he was now called, was actually the progeny of two immensely influential Konohagakure shinobi; and that was putting it lightly. As advanced as his own skills were, Kayaku didn’t think he could have taken the boy’s parents on and live to tell the tale. As genin, Kayaku had admired them to the point of drawing the ire of his own Hyuga clan… Not that he really cared. The young heir wanted to gain the affluence that Uchiha Akai and Uchiha Mina had accrued throughout their shinobi career. Unfortunately, his own life would take an entirely different path than he had hoped. Then there was Hyuga Shodaime… Head Medic of Konohgakure, the prodigal blast from HIS past. The former heir had to scold himself for being so oblivious to Shodaime’s feelings in the past. "Good Grief Kayaku, for someone who could literally see kilometers away, Ya sure didn’t see that one coming huh? Poor Shodaime, it must have been pretty hard to deny such feelings” the Hyuga continued to himself as he walked. "This could be my atonement...” he said in almost a whisper, as if someone would be listening to him. Of course the man didn’t hate his life or regret the things he had done as a missing-nin, he did however feel as though he had failed them by thinking he could change the world. To this end, the Hyuga felt as though his life would have had a happier life should he have just allowed his mother to end Noki’s life without him retaliating. Kayaku was genuinely happy for the first time in years as well, in fact this was the happiest he had been since... well since he had met Jirou... "Oh shit... Jirou... What am i even going to do with him?!” the Hyuga exclaimed as he realized there were several loose ends that he had to deal with before anything could even happen with Katsuo and Shodaime. Although it was hard for normal people to tell, both missing-nin oddly cared about one another. Not to mention Jirou killing anyone who expressed so much as a mustard seed of interest in the Hyuga. The more Kayaku thought about it the more he’d confirm that these particular loose ends could result in his capture or death, and that wasn’t even mentioning his status as an S-ranked Missing-nin which had to somehow be overlooked if he were to become an upstanding citizen. The former heir was literally at his wits end and just as he were about to explode do something stupid... he’d scan the area with his byakugan and spot an old tavern that despite his it’s obvious age, seemed as if it had a particular type of patron. "Just what I needed,” he’d said in an exasperated manner before making his way towards the pub. He’d quickly scan the pub again to make sure there weren’t any Konoha shinobi visiting or in the area. Kayaku’s usual smooth and aloof expression would instantly crack at the sight of the tavern’s current patronage. Of all the people to have put together in one setting, Hyuga Shodaime and Jirou would be the most anxiety inducing for Kayaku. Fate could not have been any harsher to the missing-nin, "I can’t just leave Shodaime with Jirou, he’s a monster. Granted he is my on again off again monster and Shodaime is pretty strong. I can’t just leave Jirou to his devices. People usually end up dead” he said to himself before making it to the entrance of the Tavern. As Kayaku walked in, he’d stop at the door and glance over to Jirou, lilac colored eyes encased in engorged veins would be met with the feral golden orbs. The Hyuga smiled at the man and continued into the bar, making his way to a table on the other side of the room. He then glanced at Shodaime; she would have noticed him well before he had entered the bar should her Byakugan have been active. Kayaku wasn’t entirely sure how this situation was going to play out, however he had a feeling that it could end with his own death... either by Jirou or by Shodaime. Both of which were equally undesirable outcomes. That said, Kayaku decided that he’d just wing it, and by winging it he meant that he’d deny knowing either of them. Truthfully speaking, the Hyuga didn’t know how he’d fair at the end of the day however what he did know was that His charm among other things had gotten him into both their pants once, maybe it could help him out of this situation.

May the odds be ever in Kayaku’s favor T_T

[Kyōdai Jirou]

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Becoming lost in a world made up of your own vices was easy. Even if he couldn't get drunk like he used to, you could pretend and it was enough. Getting drunk on scents, taste and a laughter - or screams. Golden eyes were drawn to the movement by the door of the tavern, expecting to cast  simple glance to check if it was something to be worried about or not. And it most definitely was, in its own way, something to worry about. A promise had been made and Jirou intended to cash it in. If the man had reached his peak, his life belong to Jirou. Not Kayaku, not the village he left behind, and any scorn lover he might leave behind certainly had less of a claim to it than the devout man. [break][break]
With his attention on Kayaku he sipped of a drink, he saw Kayaku's attention shift to another briefly. The other hyuga. So this was a family reunion? Or something more? Was he truly running back to his old roots to seek protection? If that was the case the man had lied to Jirou and that was arguably something he was used to, but disliked when it was a promise such as the one between these two. [break][break]

Kayaku didn't seek the other Hyuga. But... Perhaps he would if he thought Jirou was looking for a replacement hyuga in his life. He'd rather eat his own leg than that, but playing with the other missing nin a little? He wouldn't need more of an incentive to do so. He got up and with a pitcher in hand and his own cup he walked over to where the female Hyuga sat, putting the pitcher and cup down before he found a seat beside her, sitting sideways on the chair to face her. A smile on his face as he spoke. [break][break]

"You look awfully lonely over here..."  [break][break]

Golden eyes studied her face, traces of desire tainting them. Most who had any sense of self-preservation would have their subconscious screaming at them to flee, to avoid the predator considering them for a meal. But shinobi? They often were deaf to it, used to rushing in where others turned and fled. Found it life affirming to do so, even. So what about this one? Jirou reached over and with a soft touch he brushed her bangs out of the way to better get a look at her eyes. [break][break]
"Someone so pretty ought to have more of a smile on her face, don't you think?" He asked with a charming smile playing on his lips as he leaned back a bit to lean against the table and our himself a drink. "Come join us, why don't you? Surely it is more fun than sitting here and looking all innocent~" 

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[Hyūga Shodaime]

Shodaime would continue to drink the beverage she had received from the barkeep, observing the surroundings around her. It wasn't until the man with the golden eyes decided to waltz his way towards her did she decide to keep on guard. While the man had a smile on his face, there was something about him that was off putting, like there was something wrong with him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she figured there was something about him. The man would brush the bangs out the way of her face, revealing her sheer lilac colored eyes. A shiver would run down her spine as he touched her.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to touch other people without asking?" Shodaime would say as she went on the defensive. "Besides, who the hell are you anyway and why did you waltz over here just to talk to me?" Shodaime would inquire towards the man with the golden eyes. She hadn't noticed Kayaku come into the bar, having been talking with Jirou this entire time.

[Hyuga Kayaku]

The lunatic, the lover, the poet are of imagination all compact Tch...  Kayaku whispered as Jirou mused up a conversation with Shodaime, who had not noticed her beau just yet. A part of Kayaku hoped that Jirou were too drunk to notice that the two of them were physically similar, especially around the eyes area; however fate proved to be one of the cruelest forces. Kayaku’s will was that of steel at the moment, although it might as well have been that of glass as he’d have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from ripping Jirou’s arm off. Normally, the Hyuga would have done just that, it was their usual greeting after all. Jirou would pop up seemingly out of nowhere, which caused Kayaku to get besides himself with several emotions the Hyuga wouldn’t repeat aloud. He’d then without warning attack the immortal, usually because Jirou had disappeared without so much as a word. Shifting in the hard wooden chair, inwardly fuming the Hyuga couldn’t help but fill with envy. Kayaku wasn’t the controlling jealous type, he wouldn’t be following Shodaime or Jirou’s every move, however he was the type to want both Jirou and Shodaime all to himself. A thought that wouldn’t have come about had this situation not happened; however since it had, Kayaku couldn’t help himself from wanting the both of them to adore him. Shodaime is someone that kept Kayaku focused, stable and… well human. She gave him everything Jirou did not… love, care and normalcy. However, Jirou personified an amalgam of sex appeal, fun and danger, he was Kayaku’s outlet for his more vioent and illegal tendencies. Jirou had a way of bringing out the best of the worst in him and he wasn’t quite sure Shodaime was ready to see that side of him. Then all of a sudden, he’d break out in wild laughter. Only now had Kayaku realized that he wasn’t entirely sure which one of them he felt such horrid envy over. Was it because Jirou, the man loved for the past several years, was giving away the attention that belonged to Kayaku? or was it because another man had touched Shodaime’s silk soft skin? Truthfully speaking, it was a bit of both and though he would probably be too embarrassed to ever give the fantasy a name or title, he couldn’t help but imagine the most horrid and depraved situations involving the three of them. Since the cat was out of the bag due to his outburst, Kayaku stood from his seat and walked over to where Shodaime and Jirou were; reaching them after Shodaime had rebuffed Jirou’s advances, something Kayaku had never seen anyone do. Chuckling as he walked up to the two people who knew him, knew him... as in the only two to have seen him naked. Kayaku would grab the pitcher from Jirou’s hand and take a nice swig of it’s contents, after all he’d surely need it for whatever that was to come from such a meeting. "What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot” the missing-nin said, having thought of his introduction several times before he’d reach Shodaime and Jirou. that sounded better in my head he thought immediately after.

May the odds be ever in Kayaku’s favor T_T

[Kyōdai Jirou]

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The devout man's face twisted into a smile, huffed out a laugh at the woman's comment about what his mother should have taught him. Such a naïve response considering where she was. But then again... Most people had mothers and recalled their mother in their memory.
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"My Ma never taught me anything, sweetheart. Though I am a quick learner... Would you like to teach me?"[break][break] 

He purred. When she didn't recoil from his touch he went on to brush her hair further out of her face, gently swooping it behind her ears with both hands, one hand caressing her jawline and lingering under her chin for just a moment as golden eyes studied her features. Those purple eyes were worth a fortune on the market and had he been a bounty hunter he would have snatched her right up. But this was far more entertaining. Especially with Kayaku as witness. [break][break]

And because Jirou was.. Jirou. He pulled his own seat closer to Shodaime, close enough so they were almost touching and he wore a smile the entire time. Considered pulling her into his lap just to further cement the idea that Kayaku's affection was something which didn't matter. Affection and attention was something he could have and would take from anyone. Didn't matter who. He would offer Shodaime his drink while he grabbed the pitcher and gestured that they should both drink. Even if she didn't he would. As he did he would hear the familiar laugh and a smirk pulled further at his lips. As he sat down the pitcher he turned to the man. Eyebrows raised slightly and he studied the man's form for a moment before settling on his eyes. [break][break] 
"Jashin works in mysterious ways... And I like to check up on what is his."[break][break]
What is mine.

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Jirou stared at him for a moment, then turned his attention back to the woman. [break][break]

"Now, someone as pretty as you must have a name, right?"

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[Hyūga Shodaime]

Who was this person and why was he so interested in her? Shodaime would think trying to think of a plan to get away from this person. Luckily as she thought this, Kayaku would swoop in and be behind her, almost as though he were her guardian angel coming into save her. Jirou's advances were not something she reciprocated, she hated it when people would touch her without permission, especially someone she had no idea who they were. She would reach for her leg holster and grab a kunai from her pouch, a weapon at the ready if the man tried anything funny.

"I don't think you're privy to knowing my name" Shodaime would say grabbing his hand and then removing it from herself. "I was just about to leave actually, don't really take too kindly to creeps." Shodaime would say as she would stand up from her seat. She figured if she got closer to Kayaku perhaps the stranger would back off from her. "C'mon Kayaku, let's get out of here, this guy is giving me the creeps." She would say to him as she prepared to make her way towards the door.

[Hyuga Kayaku]

"The two that are one the one that is all” "Oh come now Sho, don't be so dismissive. I'm sure the guy doesn't mean to harm US, I can't say the same for everyone else. Amiright, Jirou?" A single eyebrow raised as he finished the question, moments before, his Byakugan caught the slight movement of Shodaime's arm as she readied a kunai, Kayaku sighed internally to try to calm his own anxiety. Whatever heathenous thoughts he had before, had all vanished. The thoughts that had taken the place of his more immoral ideas were of how horribly wrong this moment could turn. The odds of the shit hitting the fan vastly outnumbered the odds of them all having a tryst, which of course Kayaku rather than being caught between two strongly willed shinobi. "While I wouldn't have planned this particular meeting so soon, I guess I'll do introducing. Shodaime, meet Jirou. We're rather close, to be honest I might have offered him my soul the last time we met. Not that I'm rushing that of course. I still have many years to live left". Anyone could tell that Kayaku's feathers were a bit ruffled, he'd feverishly explain who Jirou was, kinda, and then mention the promise he made to the man. Engulfed in a turn of events the Hyuga found himself without his usual quirky quips or even a mustard seed of sass to wiggle his way into controlling the flow of the room. A definitive part of Kayaku's personality and how he interacted with others. A subtle form of manipulation, kayaku mostly used his quick wit, ravenous lust and charm to effect the flow of his surroundings. The man is a product of aristocratic upbringing, never being the type to feel the need to explain his actions or overly express himself. Even if he did, he never really had too, simply because he was the heir to the Hyuga clan of Konohagakure. From a young age to even now, he simply did whatever haphazard and illogical thought that crossed his mind, spending nights defiling any warrior he came across; be it Shinobi, Kunoichi or even a couple Samurai it didn't matter. "Man, i need a drink. This isn't going as bad as it could and I'm already being driven to the booze," he'd said a couple minutes later, wondering if Shodaime would dig for more information on how they're acquainted. Truthfully, he hoped that Sho whole immediately understood what he was getting at, without him or Jirou having to say it aloud. Knowing Jirou he was moments away from saying something perverse and slightly unnerving. Walking away from sho, who he had unconsciously walked over to when she announced they're departure, and then past Jirou without even stopping to give a smirk. The mentally overwhelmed Hyuga ordered the strongest drink he knew of, A blue Mouthed Socker Bopper.

Lol The Drink's name is a reference to one of my first ever Kayaku threads [x] - brought to you by - Bear's love of using Easter eggs.