Just the Two of Us [Plot]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] A rather uneventful and mundane day in the village, at least from the outside looking in. Sure, there was a quiet feud between two factions of people raging on but no one dared speak of it aloud for fear of repercussion. Even for a Genin Kuro could tell that something was amiss, but as he had been given no special instruction from his clan there was little the boy could do to alter his daily life. He was, however, a bit more cautious when it came to just walking about the village, more so during the evening hours as that was when the cowards liked to show their faces. Though still green the Hozuki was proud of what power he had attained and what all he was capable of, more so his sword than anything else. Yes, the katana he had purchased some time ago was attached to his hip, and though he had no mission nor any plans on training today it served as a reminder to those who gave a thought about possibly doing him harm. His skill was average, below that to be honest, but increasing by the day. It was weird though, as Kuro had never really given any thought to using swords in his younger years but had become fascinated by them in recent times. Besides, a shinobi's arsenal always had room to expand. Kuro's path had taken him to the edge of the market district, mere feet before the thickest of the crowds gathered to buy, sell, and trade their wares. There the boy stood admiring his village and those who inhabited it, even if a good percentage wanted his head on a stick. Today was more or less meant to be relaxing in nature but that didn't equate to aimlessly walking around the village out of boredom, so something needed to be done. What that was, exactly, even the boy didn't know.

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo awoke that day with an up started heat in the morning. It was an easy day, a precious morning one could say as Jojo could find her own initial thought process and momentary peace of mind could all applicably steady itself with her own gain. She only smiled more though as she would move her frame forwards and move into the shower, having ultimately gained the necessary format of her own initial idea as she only smiled and looked in the mirror, her green hair flowing downwards while she would only smile and blink with a capable smile to her lips. A steady ease to her lips as she moved forwards with a steady and predictable motion of her footsteps as she moved around her apartment. It was smaller than the norm. However, she did enjoy those far more than what she ordinarily had ever utilized her the moments of her own timely gain. A look in her eyes allowed for her to move on with what she knew, even enough, she would head forwards yet again as her eyes would only steadily close as she would keep a head bound moment. Clothing herself in the white straitjacket, the very use of what her body could utilize, in full initialization of the word too. It was the aspects of a brand new age in some series in her own eyes, while she would put the head band of Kirigakure around her neck and upon finalization of all of this, she would now move out and head away as she would only smile and now begin moving forwards, moving in and around the crowds as she would look out and about in this groups. Her eyes looking at each of them, her golden eyes and green hair all was having some utility of usage here. Following up with this though, she would move her frame, move her body in its cortex of knowledge to adjust and utilize the complete control of her ideal selection. She could feel the peering eyes, the eyes of those around her that despised her, wanted her dead, wanted nothing to do with her, or hated her just for being the famed rose of the Kaguya. All of these things, it was that of all things while initially also utilizing one’s own intellect and descriptive utilization to the knowledge of what one could call their own. Jojo herself knew what she could do, but added to that was the goods that one own individual could utilize in their own capacity of knowledge. Jojo herself could only do so much in their own useful addendum of knowledge of what she could do in her own knowledgeable gain, however, she would spot someone familiar, just passing him in the streets but she did recognize the individual.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Passer-by words; 468/2500
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[atrb=vAlign,top] His eyes continued to scan the streets looking for something of interest, but unfortunately there was nothing. Some people he had recognized, others complete strangers but in the end they all had one thing in common: they brought no excitement to this day. Perhaps it was destined to be one of those days were absolutely nothing happened, and any other time the Hozuki would have relished the chance to sit around and do absolutely nothing, but this was not one of those days. Part of him wanted to enter the market district completely, to be fully engrossed by the throngs of people going about their day without a care in the world and maybe, just maybe, he'd find something of interest in the thick of it. However, that seemed much more trouble than it was worth so the boy kept his stance. Then she crossed his path, only a few feet to the side but in more than clear view to make out the appearance. Jojo, the girl... er, woman that Kuro had been assigned a rather odd mission with not too long ago. The day was so hectic that they hardly had a chance to speak to each other before parting ways. Just then everything clicked, she would be the excitement that the Genin had been longing for this day. Granted, not in that sense of the word but perhaps just being around each other would help time move along a bit quicker. "Oi, Jojo-san." The Genin called outbefore offering a slight wave. He dared not stray too far into the the crowd for fear of having to deal with people, but at the very least took a couple steps to shorten the distance between himself and the woman. Though their interaction had been limited he had gotten a fairly decent vibe from the woman, albeit her age and rank didn't necessarily coincide but there was probably a decent explanation for that. "I hope you weren't planning to just walk past me and not say anything?" The boy joked with a sly grin. Talking to females had always come naturally to Kuro, albeit not necessarily those that were this much older, but he assumed that the principle remained the same.

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo had kept walking with what had been a giggling laugh to her face. She remembered this boy well, Kuro being one whom had been on a mission with her before. It happened to be that she knew exactly what was about this individual while she would only smile and amply keep in mind the aspect of her own natural collective notion of critical thinking. She knew a good deal of things, things that normally would put a shell shock on a few and with that, the very method of madness as well had come about with Jojo herself. After all, she had happened to already been one to take an interest and figure out things that needed to happen to have such informatory needs carried out. It was such moment of necessary detail to figure out and therein also collectively figure out every factor in knowledgeable repair in their own useful vendettas of gain and knowledge. The collective subconscious, it was what Jojo revered above all things in her moments of grace and triumph. However, since the mishap of her challenging collectives she happened to find no more reason to continue and maintain her needs to collect such a knowledge base. The knowledge being that she had been put on a mission with a boy who thought he was a man, and now she also had the individual being friendly as well with which she would look over at him as she would be passing and with a little tease about herself, she would merely curl her back around and with a curl of her fingers and her eyes looking at him she would only smile and grin, “Well I would probably suggest we have breakfast first. Then again if you prefer we talk here in the streets around the individuals all around us and not to mention the rest of the crowds then go ahead.” She would smile with a teasing of her lips, as she would only giggle with a calming smile. The factors remained that this individual happened to be impossible to the necessities of what she needed to understand and thoroughly maintain in the order of what she could normally and justly do in her spare and orderly all full time. She knew she would only smile now as she could tease with full effect while a giggle appeared in her voice, as she would then rush forwards ever more, remembering her added speed training as she even jumped with a steady of faster smiles from her lips.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Tease words; 891/2500
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[atrb=vAlign,top] Had the woman just ignored him? Surely Kuro couldn't have been speaking that softly amongst the crowd of people so it was more or less assured that she had heard him. No, there was something else going on, something more... interesting. She turned back to look at him with a smile that only those who knew how to play with a persons emotions could, and a look that could incite quite the chase; Jojo was teasing him. For a moment the boy looked shocked, this had been the first time a woman had actually been the tease when it came to the game of cat and mouse, and yet here this woman was trying to bait the Hozuki into her trap; it worked. He moved in a bit closer to try and close the gap between them, shuffling around a few non important civilians to do so. His features had returned to that of calm and collected, though a slight grin had formed on his lips. This was going to be fun. She spoke of going to grab a bite to eat before offering the alternative of speaking in the middle of the crowded street, a thought that at no point crossed the Genin's mind. Though he had eaten previously there was always room for more, especially on a free day. "Food sounds good, have any place in mind?" He asked; one could always get a picture of a person by what they chose to eat and Kuro assumed that Jojo would not be an exception to this rule. Though it had been some time since the boy had broken out his women wooing ways the charm had never left. Those he knew from the academy still hung around every so often, but it was a very different beast dealing with an older woman, a more seasoned cut. Why she was a Genin still didn't make sense and Kuro made a mental note to ask her about it once they reached a more quiet place, but there was a lot more he wanted to know about Jojo as well. She was different, interesting, and not a run of the mill type girl which the Hozuki had been through a dime a dozen.

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo did not even hear him speak, she already seemed to be getting a pretty good head start in the game of cat and mouse, her body moving with its brisk speed and easy momentum. It was not too fast, in fact, it was only average, as she was not nor planned to be a grand master of speed. No, she rather was an individual who plotted and understood that she would only momentarily rectify the subconscious understanding and great gain in such things as moving forwards with an interesting movement. Her own self being known as being a kekkei genkei wielder by many, allowed for her to part crowds in this district easier because many did not like the very knowledge of those who wielded kekkei genkei however, Jojo herself knew she possessed no powers of the kekkei genkei traits of her Kaguya clan any longer but no one else seemed to know that. Nonetheless, she would move forwards with a steady pace, the pointing at her forehead by some little children was normal as there was a hole there but it was only an inch in width so it was easier to mistake for something else. However, she did not concern herself with it. All she really worried about was the movements she took to keep getting ahead of Kuro, her speed had already given her a running start ahead of him with the game she was inciting. No doubt, she probably dumbfounded him in her responses earlier however she only knew that as her stomach growled she would need to eat soon anyways. Her legs allowing her frame to jump upwards as she neared a hollow building, her body jumping into it through the opened out wall, as she would look back, peering into the masses below, as she would search for that white haired individual who fit her clan description far better than her. A look of her eyes as she looked out at the sea of people, the crowds and such would make her think there was a festival today, granted she knew nothing if there was or was not one for her expectations of knowing the unknown was quite low to begin with. “Wonder who is faster,” The twenty-year-old genin looked out and thought, as the wind blowing her hair into the wind as she peered below, almost as if she were waiting or in actual course she was merely playing. It mattered not because she would only keep watching and learning, it was one of the few things she was good at as a curve of a smile came upon her lips and allowed her to keep her eyes looking out at the people down below for that white haired boy.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Chase words; 1349/2500
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[atrb=vAlign,top] Perhaps Kuro hadn't been able to notice the woman's quiet nature due to the both of them being exhausted after the mission when very few words had been exchanged. However, it seemed that Jojo's mind may have been elsewhere as her pace never broke stride and indeed did leave the boy a bit confused. Maybe she didn't hear him, no that wasn't it for even in this crowd of people speaking wasn't all that difficult. This was odd, and if he hadn't been so interested in having a conversation at the moment then the Genin would have gladly walked off. Alas, the boy could not, and try as he might there was little he could do to keep up with the woman while simultaneously dodging all the random people walking in the street. Granted, it was easier to play a game of cat and mouse if the mouse didn't have distinguishing features, green hair being one of them. Dark hues scanned the masses for the emerald locks and every so often caught a glimpse of them, but just as fast as Kuro moved to that spot the woman had moved elsewhere. Annoying. All he had wanted to do was talk, perhaps grab a bite to eat and then see what happened from there. In the past a one day romance would have happened in the blink of an eye, but he had changed for the most part. The Hozuki was interested more in what a woman had to offer in her words and not just their physical assets. Kuro sighed as he stopped moving all together and looked around, no sign of Jojo. Then, perhaps a sign as to why a person so old was still a Genin, the mouse had exposed itself. A few people had caught the woman jumping up into the building, most looking on in confusion while the boy had but a smirk on his features. Quickly the boy made his way through the crowds until reaching a point where he could jump up and into the convenient hole in the wall. There were no words, for the woman was liable to ignore them again anyway. If trying to be stealthy the absolute worst thing a ninja could do was bring attention to themselves, and that was what Jojo had done in the worst way possible. In the middle of the night under the cover of darkness that idea may have worked, but with the sun shining brightly and people occupying each and every street left a recipe for disaster.

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo would spy out, her smile having conveniently been placed upon her lips, as she would listen to the busy streets below. She knew stealth was not her forte, none the less she had always love the games of cat and mouse in all likelihood they were the greatest ones in her opinion. The wind blowing through the building calmly while Jojo would look up into the sky with calm and discernible moments of momentary thought processes. It was the very beneficial moment that kept Jojo alive in her mental state while she would pop her neck, and look back behind her, out at the stretch of the building as her eyes looked out and around the expanse of the building as she would peer through and smile, her body sitting and looking out at that expanse. Her ideal thought process was steady, equally so when she looked and gazed around the area with a calm collectivity as the wind blew through the place strongly. Her eyes looking, her ears listening, and all the while she would pop her neck and rest lightly waiting. She knew someone would come, whether it was Kuro or not because of the fact that she scaled the building. She would smile, her ears catching a sound of someone passing through the building, and she could quite discernibly close her eyes and just listen to the footsteps while speaking, knowing her voice echoed in these hallowed halls. “So, you are faster than I expected. Then again I am not the best shinobi so it was only a matter of time.” She would speak with a compliment followed by the degradation of her as a ninja. Her admittance of being a terrible shinobi was only followed by truths of the matter to begin with. However, she could only do so much with her own work and thoughtful planning in such aspects of her life. She would move now, her eyes opening as she walked through the building, her ears listening and her eyes watching as she would move with a calm dignity to her own self and to that of her own mentality and strain on her memorable cortex. She only had a memory to go off with how this boy was and in that mission; it was not the best example to go by in any means of the word to her own mental success or strain.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Type Here words; 1751/2500
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[atrb=vAlign,top] The Genin was partly surprised, hell, quite a bit surprised that the woman hadn't bolted off again once he entered the building. For some reason she had some odd fascination with playing a game of cat and mouse but had either grown tired of it or realized that Kuro was just going to catch up every time. Well, that's what he wanted her to think. Honestly, too much more of chasing one another around the village would have made the boy lose quite a bit of interest and he probably would have found something else to do. Yeah, the woman was interesting but he'd only chase for so long. Her words were confusing, the second part specifically. Perhaps she was referring to her rank which was something that the boy had spoken aloud about in their first meeting after mistakenly pegging her as a Jounin. For a moment he wondered just what would keep a person a Genin for so long? Maybe she had entered late, or had gone through some kind of experience that halted any kind of advancement. Whatever the reason was it seemed that had been the cause for the ending of the cat and mouse game. Dark hues watched as Jojo began walking through the building, his own pace mirroring her own but still a few steps behind. Whatever purpose this building had was long gone and it looked as if too much weight in one spot would send it crumbling down, and though an interesting sight, the Hozuki would have preferred he not be in it when that happened. "What did you mean by that?" The boy asked, already knowing the answer, but figuring this would be one of the few times that he could get a straight answer from Jojo and not have to come up with wild theories on why a woman of her age was still the lowliest rank of shinobi.

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[atrb=width,320] What did she mean by that? Indeed a peculiar question, one of which she was highly unfamiliar with in the regards and positive recognition of just who she was in the mannerism of just what she could do in life. It was curious of her to actually be perplexed by a question like that though, her eyes watching him now, as she would look upon him, “Well supposedly I actually had a name for myself and a straight path to becoming the leader of the Kaguya clan. Alternatively, so my mother had told me. You see, I have a condition of lost memories, several memories all lost within my very mind twice. This is what I was told anyways. It is also the reason I am a genin because whatever prodigy I was prior to the memory loss, is gone as the wind in the same way.” She had never actually spoken of her line of thoughts, her line of memories within that mental care of her mind and so on. It was odd to be the one whom had such a proactive manner of thought and due process. It was a moment for her mind to finally come in terms with her own past of what she was told. Curious she was as to why she interested him so much with the regards to who and what she was. It was the curiosity of her own mental image that would furthermore allow her to think upon and there in deliver a calm directive to herself. She would sit down then, looking up and smiling, as she would almost look like an innocent child in such a manner. However, when she actually did see how old she was in her mind, she would shake her head. “It’s funny, I am the oldest genin to date in this village and already I am probably the weakest too. However, that will change eventually whether I regain my memories or not.” Yes, this was something she already planned to maintain in her mind and mental awareness while inevitably she would move her eyes to looking in Kuro’s direction wondering what he thought of any of it, if he even thought of it at all.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Type Here words; 2122 Words
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[atrb=vAlign,top] Kuro was definitely a bit confused when Jojo started talking about the Kaguya clan. Though he had never inquired about the woman's heritage being apart of that family would have been the last thing the Genin could have guessed. Unfortunately, the odd news didn't stop there as he soon found out that Jojo had been a victim of amnesia, which was both hardly believable yet answered many questions at the same time. While accidental, the boy's face took on a quizzical look as he attempted to sift through all of the information that was coming out of the other Genin's mouth. It explained why she was so old, though that could have just been a clever ruse to get people off of her case for being a terrible ninja. Not that the woman had a reason to lie, and her demeanor seemed sincere. "That's... quite a tale. It definitely explains a lot. Would have never thought I'd meet someone who had amnesia." This day had started quite normally before running into Jojo, but now it was just one curve ball after the next. Her next words definitely brought down the mood in the already dilapidated building, if that were even possible, and his once quizzical look had changed to one of indifference. Kuro was never fond of those who attempted to throw pity parties for themselves, granted Jojo was a special case, but he had a hunch the woman had expressed similar sentiments before. "You know you can't go around thinking like that. Besides, you aren't the only one whose trying to get stronger, so let's help each other, yeah?" A small grin had now formed on the Genin's features, for it was one thing the Hozuki knew how to do it was talk to women. Keeping them around? Not so much, but that was a story for another day. Dark hues glanced around the building that looked to be on its last leg, and though Kuro was confident in his abilities as a shinobi, he would have preferred not to have to demonstrate them by escaping from a collapsing building. "How about that breakfast you were talking about earlier? I figure it's a better atmosphere than a crumbling building." Regardless if Jojo wanted to leave or not, Kuro wasn't about to stay inside too much longer, though he'd admit that having a bit of company while eating wouldn't hurt.

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo could hear the indifference in this boy’s voice having changed from sincerity. She wanted to clear it up as she did not wish to be pitied, it was the last thing she wanted after all. The youthful kunoichi spoke with calm and yet collected voice. “I believe you were mistaken when I spoke of being the weakest. I did say that would change eventually, cause there is no point behind such acts of kindness if there is also a demeanor of regret. Hence why I am always an eventuality in such equations.” She spoke as her smile renewed itself. Her smile remained nonetheless as she would look around and feel homely here, almost as if she loved the instability of the place, a place like her own mind as she could only know that it was because of her mind she forgot things and it was not induced like a memory erase jutsu. She would prove her worth one day, and that day would be the one that changes everything. Her eyes almost looked saddened, no doubt most did not know of her Zassou ability nor the facility that had employed it. Then again, she is the last Zassou since her destruction of the clan house, making her body feel sick just thinking about it. Jojo would then giggle having been relieved of that sick feeling when Kuro spoke once more of the breakfast she mentioned. Her eyes going to him as she would giggle more, “Well it seems someone does not like the fact we are in a possibly destructive building, is that fear or reason that runs through that mind of yours right now?” She would tease, standing up and would follow him out if he took the lead. She did not care where to eat to be frank, nor did she care for the quality of the meal as this most certainly was not a date to her standards or else she would have worn feathers in her hair or even a kimono instead of her traditional straightjacket attire that she wore when training or even resting. It was different for her, since she was always known for being a destructive force in the past before her memory wiped however, she did not know of this but for the tales told between the Kaguya heads of house. She herself would merely pop her neck and then ask, “So where this supposedly luscious meal shall be partaken in?”	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro notes; Aspire words; 2533
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