Faust Arp, 4th Division Captain, WIP

Across the rooftops of Kumo Taizen sprinted, making his normal rounds. He did this about twice a week, just to give himself peace of mind. Rarely did he find anything worth his attention, nothing more then petty criminals these days. Of course, that didnt give him security of mind. He knew how swiftly that could change, and probably would. With the recent destruction of the mist village, his vigilante sense had been notched up one or two pegs, and he took his job even more serious. He could feel it. Something was going to happen soon. And he already had plans to stop it. Several rumors flew in and out of the city like fleas upon rats brining the plague. If even one of these stories was true, his plan could be set into motion he just had to find the right people.

He stopped upon a green tiled roof, a bit off setting to the rest of the village. This was also a slanted roof rather then flat, again, against the village norm. It was one of the most famous sit down places in all of Kumo, The Uncorked Winery. A silly name perhaps, but by far the fanciest of the lot, and easily one of the most relaxing places. He still hadnt finished his rounds today, but no matter, he felt the strong urge to have a glass or two and take it easy for a moment. He leaped from the tall building to the ground, only a single story and a half drop. Nothing major to be certain. However, he had landed with his back facing to the restraunt, and so had to turn around before he could take in the true view of it.

It looked just like a sea shore cottage. As he had noticed before when landing on it, the roof was slanted and tiled, colored green for god knows why. The rest of the building was all covered in an off color, all most beige siding. The front had two windows, both with wooden crosses separating the fixture into four smaller glass panes. To the side of each were green shutters, pointed downward, ample for closing time when looking in was only for thieves looking to ransack the place. Below each was a rectangular flower box filled with dirt and some flower that Taizen suspected to be lilacs. Such things were not his expertise. The boxes were also green and wooden, layered with long rectangular shapes. The normal road before entering it had been altered into a brick layered road, and gardens to each side with fences and grape vines flowering upon both. When he was done taking all of that in, he walked forward and into the wooden frame door and found a site much worth looking at.

All in all it had about six or seven tables, all of them circular. All of them with four wooden fold out chairs and giant oversized, white tablecloths covering them. They all had a single candle, lit, and each table had a different color. There was a a row of candles on each wall at about eye level, which was the main source of light. Where he had just walked in was a podium with a woman behind it, very pretty, raven black hair, not pale nor dark skin, and a very friendly smile.

"Hello sir, we have three tables open today, allow me to show you to your seat."

Taizen said nothing at this point and simply followed her soundlessly across the red carpeted floor with random black dots patterning it across the entire length. She laid a menu upon the far seat at the table with the green candle and pulled out a chair for him. He nodded to her, again, soundlessly and took his seat. It was now he chose to finally let words pass his lips with a very soft and gentle tone, almost charismatic, but not quite, obviously showing no inclination towards swoonging the public, or even a single lovely lady.

"Thank you dear miss, all I will require today will be your oldest, most expensive bottle of wine that has an exquisite taste, along with a customary wine glass for me to drink from. A small plate of three pieces of your finest and freshest bread would also be nice. I dont want it cooked now, I have not the time to wait, simply heat it slightly if you would. That will be all."

It was pointless to play the gentlemen. By now she had surely already noticed his permanently activated sharingan eye, three tomoe in all their glory. It was not long before she left and returned with his requested purchase. After the next half hour had passed, Taizen walked back out into the over casted streets of Kumo, a slight buzz going in his head, though nothing impairing, and the sweetest of tastes on his lips, with of course the repercussion of his money wallet being considerably lighter.

With out notice, or even an inclination that he had moved, he returned to the rooftops and began searching the streets once more. As he neared the eastern quadresect of the village, the part that had a lot of abandoned areas, he began to get a slight feeling in his stomach, though he could not place it. He preened his eyes and searched the depths of each street, till he found the source of his slight queasiness. Hanashi Shikyo. The name alone was enough. He knew she was slightly new to the village, but already he did not like her prescience here, especially in such a place. The shikyo, by legend, were one he was not very fond of. He watched her from the rooftop of a building away as she entered one of the many apartment complexes. He knew for a fact that this is NOT where she lived. Suddenly his interest had been peaked. There