Love and Obsession [Open, NK]

The Red Light District...Home to Kumo's notorious nightlife and where many ninja came to relax and have fun in more than one way whether it be drinking, whores or even gambling. Many people were here or more specifically near the area where the bars could be found, the bright light illuminating the streets as laughter and loud noises could be heard. In this time of the night it wasn't often you would find some of the anbu here, but for one it was a little cozy spot to escape from life and even have a little fun.

Yaju had been sitting inside one of the bars having a drink with a person he was once incarcerated with , the two deciding to meet up after a long period of time being out of the big house. Currently wearing a black opened shirt , black pants and black shoes the red haired male would let out a small laugh before taking another drink," Dunno what the hell life was like for you after the prison man, but i sure as hell don't miss it...well the fights and the blood i do, but the food was fucking terrible for a level four inmate," his friend however would chuckle before pouring them both another glass of Sake before slowly nodding.

After a while time would slowly wane by them as they both stood up, one definitely drunker than the other and said their goodbyes where Yaju would stay in the area and the other would stumble off before hitting a trash can and then a wall. Sad day when someone couldn't hold their liquor or even walk straight shortly after...wait that was almost anyone in the village save for the few drunks around here.

Slowly he made his way through the busy streets carrying his hands in his pockets as he looked around for some more fun. The night was fairly calm and cool with no one trying anything stupid he would not bother with petty fights or disputes, fuck the drunk people that thought it was a good idea to fight over something dumb. Before long he found himself in a cross way where he could go deeper into the heart of the district, to a nice restaurant or maybe....even go see a show or two.

It took him an honest minute before he shrugged and went a little deeper into the workings of the district, this being one of the only times he would go here since no one would recognize him without his usual clothing on and besides who would say something to someone like him. Without a moments hesitation he would be in a new destination, the smell of desperation, sadness and what he thought was anger filled the air as he passed by a couple of buildings.

Having enhanced senses sucked especially in a place such as this, but he was here for a little adventure so he would ignore it for now and continue down the path and look around at the different type of women that had littered the streets, some even giving him a glance before smiling towards him. Unfortunately none of them had really caught his eye, but if he was lit off of his ass he wouldn't care and end up having quite a night with a lot of them. Stopping for a moment near an alley he would shake his head at first thinking he was just hearing the wind before listening closely," what..," sighing he would think people had the decency to have sex in one of the love hotels, but seeing as it was a scream it could have been rape or something.

Moving into the darkness of the alley, the smell of blood soon hit his nostrils as his yellow eyes soon began to look around until he slowly came to the source. Standing in the darkness of the alley he would lean against the wall and look at the woman and the victim slowly, his eyes being the only thing that could be seen," You should stop before the same fate befalls you," a wolfish grin appeared on his face as he simply stood there glaring at the attacker, before slowly walking into the semi-lit alleyway.

Yuriko stretched her arms above her head as she left the apartment which she and her family called home, having carefully tied the scabbard of her newly found weapon around her waist with a length of rope. The weapon in question was a demonic Roman Gladius which had a blade which was colored a deep crimson, pulsing every now-and-then to black and back again. The weapon held a soft aura around it of black which moved with Yuriko as she descended from the steps of her home and onto the street, beginning to wander in no particular direction to clear her mind, as the sword which had been mentioned before was giving her nightmares, making it difficult to sleep.

She sighed, reaching with trembling hands to place one upon the sword's hilt, closing her eyes as she walked. "Souls . . " It demanded within her mind, a feminine voice which held behind it a strange buzzing of insects and strangely, of all things, excitement. Yuriko attempted to ignore the voice which was now pounding within her mind, booming in it's intensity as she slowly placed a hand to her forehead with a soft groan, the other remaining firmly upon the hilt as if attempting to stop the blade from drawing itself, which was of course impossible for it to accomplish at such a level of strength. 

She stumbled forward until the voice suddenly ceased, and as she gazed up she realized where she had wound up, in a dark part of the village of Kumogakure, the "Red Light District" as it was called. Her father and mother had adamantly refused to allow Yuriko to stop foot within such a place, and if they had seen her here now they would likely have quite a mouthful to give her. Though of course these words were not what worried her, what worried Yuriko was the fact that the sword had a sudden happiness to it, tied to - in her mind - the smell of blood and impending death . . . It was something that Yuriko did not want to admit, but she had a good feeling of what the sword knew was happening in this place and it did not cause her to become any less worried. 

With the thoughts still racing through her mind, Yuriko followed the direction in which the sword took her, preparing to draw the blade at a moments notice. She eventually came across an alleyway which, as the sword informed her:
"Within here lies what I seek . . . Enter and draw me upon sight. I wish to taste blood of another for the first time in your hands. Do this for me, Yuriko . . . And I will allow you to sleep peacefully for a night.[size=12.727272033691406]"[/size]
As the sword spoke to her, Yuriko obediently entered the alley. As she did so, Yuriko muttered out "Shiryoku No Kyu" as a small sphere of yellow-tinted light formed above her free palm, which she extended forward as to light up the way beyond her. The orb's light was not all that strong, but it was roughly half as strong as an ordinary light-bulb would be within a person's home, so it allow for sight a few feet around her, the only thing which kept her partially but not supernaturally concealed was the dark aura of the sword, which covered her left hand in shadows. Yuriko's breathing quickened as she walked forward, unsure of what to expect, as she finally drew her sword with a mutter: "I will not fail you, Aufero." She spoke this directly to the blade as the sound of metal against the scabbard rang out eerily in the night, if needed she could wield the blade with both hands, as the light would simply remain where it had last been above her palm, but no further. 

Aufero drawn in one hand, sphere of light in the other, Yuriko went forward to see what awaited her in this strange alley-way . . .