Each passing step was made with careful thought - slick planning. It was likely now that Kumoro had managed to get inside both of his new comrades' heads. Kou, the female of the trio, was an interesting turn. She was kind from the start, level headed, and willing to help out a seemingly innocent soul; qualities not found very often anymore. Especially not in such a traitorous shinobi world. Teruo though, he was the fun one. His anger and frustration was so evident, steam practically emanated from his body - or perhaps that was just the haze created from the desert heat? His tension was visible, and Kumoro pretended to be oblivious to it all. The school-boy routine worked almost all the time because, well.. he looked like just that. And people ordinarily just didn't know how to question it.
Not that it mattered thought. The game he played was a cruel one; one that most people never expect. Harmless, for the most part, just emotionally sickening. Just down right wrong, but he loved it. His tactics were simple enough, and he was intelligent enough to know exactly what to say and how to act. He was extremely charismatic and had an IQ score that was off the charts. A drama expert and a lover of philosophy and psychology, he was - essentially - the perfect ninja. Well, in a certain sense at least. His small wire-like frame made him quick and agile, but he simply didn't possess very much skill in physical arts. However, what he lacked physically, he more than made up for mentally.
The intelligence division had been scouting him since he first joined the academy. From the very beginning he showed great potential and promise, but it was simply too early to place any bets on him. After he graduated and became a Genin
he'd been approached for the first time. Only once. The man spoke to him and detailed select secret information that the division deemed innocent
enough to tell him. It was just a decoy - and he knew it. They gave him scraps of information to see how he'd put the pieces together, and what he'd do thereafter. Too bad even they didn't guess what would happen...
Just before he could turn the little game back on them, it started... The Civil war in Suna. A few days in and Kumoro game to a few other theories as well. Perhaps they gave him the information knowing that the war was coming. Maybe he did everything they wanted him to and he passed their little test. And there were other ideas, but he still didn't know for sure. Ever since the war ended, he's been waiting to be contacted again... But they've yet to show.Tsk... Idiots.
Kou spoke to Kumoro briefly every now and then, mentioning something, anything, random probably just for the sake of breaking the stale tension. The true reasoning behind it didn't matter. And, of course, Kumoro played his part, indulging in the conversations as they sprung up; but he was also doing something else. He was waiting, watching, timing, calculating all the variables in the equation he'd set up in his mind.
Kou.. Teruo.. Kumoro.. The heat, the sand, the mile markers, the time span between conversations, the time span beween Kou looking back, when/if Teruo ever looked back. All the variables were constant, nothing changed very drastically and the world was as it always was: Predictable.
Devilishly smirking within his own mind, Kumoro counted down. shi...go...san...nii...
Kou had just looked back and started another conversation, and, according to his calculations it should be ending and she should return looking straight right at the end of his countdown. Ichi...
He offered the girl one last smile and sure enough, she turned around again. Perfect.
Slowly, his hands slipped free from his pockets and slowly, silently, and discretely, wove a string of hand signs of moderate length. He had approximately three to five minutes before another conversation was likely to start, but only forty-five seconds before Teruo was likely to turn around again. It was plenty of time, so he didn't rush.
Once completed, he separated his hands and aimed forward with his right - which extended, and used the index finger to single out an object. "Hey, there's another one of those mile markers! But... Is that something weird next to it, or am I imagining things?"
Kumoro sped up his pace just a few steps to get more into view of Kou and Teruo, who he hoped would trace his hand/finger and try to look at where he was pointing. Well... they had to follow his finger anyway if they were interested in seeing what he saw..."Do you guys see that, or is the heat starting to get to me?"
He beckoned once more, crying out for conformation on his sanity.