tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; What Might Have Been Day
Rating; R for violence, language, etc.
Characters; Hyuuga Hinata

hyuuga_hime, Anyone else who wants a part in it.
Summary; The transformed Hinata takes to the city, chaos on her mind. As she plots the downfall of all around her, is there anyone who will stop her before the final strike?
Log;The small figure alighted soundlessly on the roof, black sandals making the barest of sounds as they touched down to the concrete and glass that made up the roof of the skyscraper. The wind blew past her, ruffling the cloak she wore, making the blood-red clouds seem to move along in their black sky of silk. Slowly she stood, staring down at the people below, smug grin of superiority marring the otherwise disconcertingly-innocent face. White eyes peered from beneath deep indigo bangs as she pulled off the wide-brimmed straw hat she wore with a smile. It was time.

She glanced upwards to the clouds, smiling slightly as though in rememberance of something since past. One small hand reached up to brush away an errant strand of hair from her face as the other pushed open the neck of the cloak.

Itachi-san, are you watching? With this, I shall prove that I am no less ruthless then you.

Hinata frowned as she saw several figures dart by below. Closing her eyes and bringing one hand into a seal in front of her, she concentrated, feeling the veins of her head pulse as her kekkei genkai activated with an easy fluidity.

"Byakugan."

Opening her eyes once more, she studied the figures as they ran, a scowl momentarily darkening her attractive features. Rock Lee. And...Neji.. The scowl slowly turned into a triumphant smile, brimming with malice. This was perfect. Two missions in one fell swoop. Not only could she accomplish this task, but if she played her cards right, she could do away with one of Konoha's promising Chuunin. And perhaps she could finally settle an age-old family grudge... Turning back from the edge of the building, she strode to the center of the roof. Taking out 4 small scrolls, she unrolled them into a cross-pattern around her and pulled out a calligraphy brush and a jar of ink. Crouching, she began to paint the summoning runes in their complex patterns around the scrolls.

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There was the sound of footsteps behind her.

"Hey, I thought I was the only one here tonight! What are you doin' way up here, chick?"

She spun around, fingers flashing as a blur, and sent a kunai sailing a few millimeters by his head to embed in the wall. Alabaster eyes studied him with a warning glare.

"My business is my own. Are you here to interfere with it?"

Greed whistled approvingly as looked at the blade in the wall. He plucked it out and twirled it in his fingers before squeezing it with his hand, twisting the steel in his palm.

"You're a fire-cracker, babe! Are you one of those ni-HEY! I know you! You're that quiet, demure girl! Hig...Hit...Something with H, right?"

He dropped the warped kunai and stomped it into the floor.

She steadied her opal gaze on him. Hinata was NOT amused. He seemed to know her, but somehow his information was woefully innacurate. But then, that just gave her more reason to hurt him. Not only was he pretending familiarity, but he was interfering with her mission. The corners of her red lips turned up just slightly as her expression changed to one of smug satisfaction. She raised one hand, chakra gathering around it. As the chakra gathered, it's colour changed from blue to pure white, flowing around her hand like a blanched torch as she nodded her head slightly.

"Hinata. Once Hyuuga Hinata. Now..Shirohi no Hinata."

As soon as the words left her mouth she moved, too fast to follow. And then she was there, in front of him, both hands burning with the white chakra as they slammed into him with crushing force, fingers tracing seals even as her palms swiveled, chakra redirecting itself into a blade that lanced through him, cutting grisly patterns into his flesh. With a small smile, she pulled her arms to either sides, the chakra blades crossing in the center and effectively ripping his body apart. She didn't flinch as the blood splattered her face and cloak, instead stepping back to watch as the portions of his shattered form fell to the ground. One purple-painted hand reached up and wiped the blood from her cheek before she brought her hand to her mouth and slowly licked it clean of blood.

"Now the distraction is gone."

[ooc - "Shirohi no Hinata" translates to "Hinata of the White Flame"]

The stillness only lasted for a moment. Soon, the central mass of his body began to jerk and crackle with alchemical energy, fueling his regeneration. The other parts began to turn into dust and disappear and the main body quickly regained form.

The limbs grew out first, then the body stood so the head could regrow properly.

"Ah," he sighed, cracking his neck to readjust, "Well, that's one life."

He began to walk toward her again, chuckling a bit.

"You've got one hell of an attack there! That's why you ninjas are so fun. So many surprises! But I've gotta' wonder why you flipped out. I thought you were a much nicer gal!"

She backed up a step, veins appearing around her eyes as she studied his body. There, she could see the source of it. There was something that was keeping his body alive. Interesting. She raised her head haughtily, glaring at him.

"You obviously don't know what you are talking about, as I assure you we have never met."

"Now see, that's just not true," he said with a shrug.

He sat near on a ledge near her and inhaled the air deeply.

"One thing I never forget is a girl's face. Must be some curse. Everybody's been acting wonky today."

"So, let's start over. My name's Greed, baby!"

He extended a hand toward her.

She regarded his outstretched hand as if it were a piece of rotting meat. With a dismissive nod of her head, she walked right past him and back to the area where she was constructing her jutsu.

"I beleive I have already given mine. As for this day being some sort of curse, I think you are mistaken."~~Although that WOULD explain Neji's cryptic behavior earlier..~~

Greed immediately jumped high overhead after she breezed by, landing a little way in front of her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! C'mon, Hina-chan! That's no way to be neighborly. You could at least give common courtesy."

She scowled at him, the veins pulsing slightly. The man was irritating, with his brash attitude and his familiarity with her. And he was interfering with her work. But he was apparently incapable of being killed. And that in itself was an interesting thing. Perhaps he could be of use to the organization. She allowed a smile to grace her delicate features, though it was a cold and malevolent one.

"Very well, Greed-san. If it is "neighborly" that you wish."

She stepped back slightly, bowing to him.

"You may remain here if you choose, however I will dispose of you should you prove an interference. And I shall remove your tongue from your mouth should you refer to me as "Hina-chan" again."

Greed was many things to many people. Unfortunately, "wiseassed" was the common name among almost all of them.

"So anyway, Hina-chan, howsabout you and me go out sometime? Find some nice bars, ya' know? I'll treat ya' right!"

He leaned in a bit, grinning at her.

"And it ain't easy to dispose of me."

She rolled her eyes in disgust. Really, what did a girl have to do to get some simple peace and quiet in order to destroy things? She regarded him coldly for a moment.

"How about No. I think I would rather go back to Konoha, even."

As he leaned in, she didn't move, glare becoming more dangerous.

"I'm fairly certain that, if needed, I could find a way."

His grinned a bit wider. He SO loved a good challenge.

"Is that a promise, baby? I love it when ya' talk dirty like that."

She scowled, blank eyes expressionless before turning away.

"I beleive I shall decline. I have only ever loved one man. And that...did not fare well. I have no interest in those sorts of matters anymore."

He huffed loudly and began to shrug and turn his heels toward other rooftops.

"Fine, fine, fine. You're gonna' be kickin' yourself when this wears off," he said, leaping to a farther away area.

She watched him go, mind mulling over what he said.

What did he mean by "when this wears off"?

With a shrug, she returned to the center of her half-finished circle and began continuing with drawing the runes on the seals.

Another voice called up from the air around her.

"Oi. Konoha bitch. Why the fuck did you steal the Akatsuki's cloak? I know he's been acting fucked up today...but, why would a KONOHA NIN steal his cloak?" He laughed derisively, as he walked up behind her. "Not to say I don't find it funny...but, I thought you all had some religious conviction against it."

Yet ANOTHER interruption. And this one calling her a Konoha-nin at that. She turned slightly, pale white eyes glancing over her shoulder, obvious malice evident in their appearance as she turned fully, straightening up. Now that she faced him, the purple nail polish, ring on one finger, and the slashed Konoha hitai-ate were all visible. She glared, steely frozen eyes boring into his.

"Konoha-nin? You must be mistaken."

Another laugh slithered from the bloodied lips of the Oto shinobi, observing the young woman. Her expression bespake one that had been slandered and defamed, the very mention of Konoha bringing the great fires of Hell to her eyes.

This is the most amusing thing I have seen all day.

He grinned, deciding to play along with her.

"So, you detest Konoha.."

She raised one dark eyebrow at his question. Eyes picking over his form, she took in the rents in his clothing, the gaping wounds covering his body.

"It appears that, though I may wish to kill you for your interruption, any attempt I made would be useless due to your status as already-dead. But yes, as to your question, I do detest the leaf. Of what matter is it to you, Oto-nin. Your leader is a traitor to our organization. Your loyalty to him means that I am your enemy and yet you persist in detaining me from my work? You have courage."

He grinned again, cocking his head to the side at her. Around his head, came another face, as Ukon deigned to bring his thoughts to the conversation.

Sakon grinned at his brother's remarks, continuing in concordance. "Yes.. we've been looking for something like this to occupy ourselves all day...This may very well be our miracle in disguise."

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