Bigger Things than You and I

[ \Garyuu no Yamajiro | Chiroptera Forest | Dai Boeki no Michi | Eastern Plateaus | Ruins of Kumogakure no Sato/ ]
The country of Raikou no Kuni, home to countless towns amongst the northern mountains, southern forests, eastern plateaus, western plains, and craggy coastlines, the untamed wild outclassing all. Nomads roam these wilds and Dai Boeki no Michi, the Great Trade Road, while the ruins of Kumogakure no Sato have become a dangerous place where evil gathers, and Garyuu no Yamajiro is rumored to have a group seeking to gain the trust of the reclusive Ryuujin....

Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Fri Mar 29, 2013 6:32 am

The fresh mountain air brushed over his face and threw his hair. It would toss it around for a bit, but it always seemed to settle back in the same position once the wind died down. The sun hadn't quite come over the edge of the mountain yet, though the rays were visible. This caused the sky to turn a plethora of different colors, ranging from yellow right at the mountain tops to purple as it expanded into the sky, covering the whole spectrum between the two. There was a thin line of frost along the railing of the balcony he was standing on, complete with a few small icicles sparsely spaced throughout. The view from the balcony was magnificent, it overlooked a steep valley, lush with wildlife towards the bottom. There was a large pond located down there as well, where there were currently deer drinking. Across the other end of the valley was another large mountain. The smell of the mountain flower, Iwakagami, covered any other fragrance that may be present. It's sweet smell would be one of the things he missed most about the compound. This had been his home for almost 150 years of his life. Everyone he knew and loved lived here, in the Niwakaiku (Garden of Evolution). It was one of the most beautiful places in the entirety of Raikou, and possibly the most remote. It took a special map made by the Hiragana themselves to properly navigate the narrow mountain roads to the top of Kyuutenitten (Heavens Point).

The sun finally broke the plane of the mountain top, casting rays from all sides. The way the light hit the frost of the balcony created a multi-colored sparkle that Shiro had never seen before. This place was truly beautiful. It was also one of the last places of it's kind. The ever expanding Hidden Village, Kumogakure, was destroying the ecosystems in Raikou. Their military operations were bringing unnecessary bloodshed upon the earth. They did not understand the beauty of human life, and how great of a gift it was. Shiro, being of the long-lived Hiragana clan, had already lived 50 years longer then the average human. If that human was a shinobi, he'd lived three lifetimes for them by now, as they usually didn't survive by 50 because they were to stubborn to realize they couldn't fight anymore and got themselves killed. The entirety of the blame could not be put solely on the people, however. The governments were corrupt and cared little for the lives of those who serve them. They see them as means to an end, whenever that end may come. This is why his clan usually forbid members to join the Hidden Village until they were of age, which Shiro had been for some time. He'd visited the village for a short time, about one year, before returning at the beginning of the samurai invasion. He held no stake in the fight and therefore decided to flee. He wasn't a part of the shinobi force anyways so it wasn't his duty to fight.

With his balcony doors still opened, he heard the sound of a knob being grabbed. With one last glance out at the beautiful landscape, he turned and walked into his room right as the door was opening. The change in temperature was immediate as he passed through the door way. It wasn't hot in the room but the sudden change from freezing made it feel that way. Shiro was wearing his usual clan attire, the black shirt, white belt and black pants. Over that was a long white coat/cloak combo with a high collar, and around his neck was a red scarf. He had on a pair of black and red gloves on both hands, and a special pair of black and red boots on his feet. These were touches the Hiragana decided to add to the outfit, giving it a personal flare. His face wore the same emotionless look it always had, and his hair was resting in it's usual style. He shut the door behind him with a quick flip of his wrist, and it made an audible wood-on-wood noise and it reached the frame. Right as that door shut, the door into the hall way before him did as well, now leaving the two Hiragana clansmen in the room, alone.
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Sat Mar 30, 2013 11:09 am

The two's eyes met, locked in a starring contest of sorts. Shiro had his hands in the pockets of his white overcoat, looking casually at the man before him now. He was a little taller than Ro, about 6'2", with more muscle mass as well. He had similar hair atop his head, though cut shorter. His jaw was covered by a thing layer of hair, forming a well groomed beard across hi face. He, like the younger Hiragana, wore the traditional clan attire though without the additions Shiro's had. On the chest of his overcoat was the clan symbol which was only present on the most important members of the clan.

"What do I owe this surprise? It's not every day a Council Member shows up in my quarters." It had actually never happened before, which was saying something considering his rather long life. He quickly noticed the rather distressed look in the eyes of his leader, as well as a scroll-shaped object in the pocket of his coat. WIthout speaking, the councilman walked over to Shiro while simultaneously grabbing the scroll to hand to Shiro. "Read this, then come and meet with us in the Council Chamber." He locked eyes with the boy one last time, this time a look of tenderness in them. He then turned on his heel and left the room, his coat flowing in the wind created from his quick walk. The man had barely spoken to Shiro in 75 years, since they'd exiled Shiro's brother and his followers from the clan.

With a quick flip of his thumb he broke the seal on the scroll, then flipped his wrist to unravel it. The message was not as long as he'd expected given that a Council member himself had delivered it. His eyes moved quickly from left to right, taking in every word.

    Shiro Hiragana,
    As you are no doubt aware, the Hidden Village has been over-run by a faction of Samurai. And though we know all too well the sins of the Shinobi upon this world, those of the Samurai are far greater. We can not allow them to rule this land. Our mountain hideaway will not keep us safe forever, we will eventually be found. Once that happens, there is no limit to the losses we could suffer. In light of these events, we wish for you to return to the village and use our resources to help the shinobi of Kumogakure regain their homeland back from the Samurai, pending negotiation terms. We do not ask this of you lightly.
    x High Council of the Hiragana

Once finished reading, he closed the scroll and reattached the seal to keep it closed. They were sending him away from his home to live with shinobi. Worse still, he had to help them? The shinobi were practically barbarians as it were, how much worse could these invaders be? He let out a deep breath to calm himself. This anger was uncharacteristic for a man who usually showed no emotion. Emotions prevented logical thinking, something Shiro couldn't afford to lose. He had no choice in the matter, however. If he denied this offer, he'd be cast out from the clan like his brother. Was the council trying to get rid of him, hoping he'd die in the crossfire between the two sides? No matter, there was nothing he could do about it now. If the council wished for him to live amongst the shinobi, that would be what he had to do.

He exited the room in the same manner as the councilman before him, coattail flapping behind as the door closed.
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Sat Mar 30, 2013 11:31 pm

The walk from his room to the Council Chamber was perhaps the longest possible walk one could make across the compound. His home was located in the western part, overlooking the valley while the Chamber was on the eastern part which looked out towards the village of Kumo. This wasn't by accident; It allowed the council to see anyone and anything coming from the village, though the area around the base of the mountain was a crucial blind spot. In the councils eyes you could never be to careful, especially now that the Samurai were pulling the strings.

Shiro stepped out from his building to be met by the same wind he'd faced on the roof, though the sun had warmed things up a bit. He placed his hands in the pockets of his long white coat and stood at the base of his steps for a moment. From there, he could see the majority of the compound. There was a chance this was the last time he'd set eyes on the place. Every good memory he had of life had taken place with-in it's high stone walls. "Chhah." That was all he could muster as his potential last words to his home. He could see clansmen moving about in on the grounds but it was still early. Most of them were still asleep in their beds, not to be up for another few hours. There were trails of smoke rising from the houses with chimneys, signifying the fires they'd built the night before hadn't quite died out yet. As wind whipped him in the face, he trotted off from his building and into the heart of the compound.

The members that saw him attempted to speak, but he merely nodded to them. This wasn't the time for him to get soft. If anything he needed to be harder than ever. Though he may well agree to allocate the resources his clan sent to the shinobi rebellion, he full well intended to let the council know how he felt about it. For too long the Hiragana people sat idly by, listening to the words of the council as if The Being himself were the one speaking them. They had the populace brainwashed into thinking they did everything for the good of the clan, but that wasn't true. They were getting power hungry. This whole ordeal was nothing but an investment in the shinobi cause. Once the samurai had been driven away they'd be expecting something in return. What, Shiro wasn't quite sure. If Kumo believed they were doing this from the goodness of their hearts, they were sadly mistaken.

...

Shiro was standing before the 100 steps that led up to the Council Chamber. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets, his coat tail whipping in the wind in conjunction with his scarf and hair. He looked at the huge clan symbol painted upon it and got sick to his stomach. However, there was a time and a place to pick his battles. He'd say what he needed to say, then he'd concede to being a good boy for them. They had to believe that he still believed in them, just not the shinobi. With a face that could be carved by stone, Ro took his first step towards the Council Chamber.

There were two guards, one by each door wielding spears. They stood completely still, not even making eye contact with Shiro as he approached. Once his foot touched the top step, they suddenly sprang into action and opened the large wooden double doors in perfect synch. What idiots they were, wasting away their thousand years opening doors for the council. "Teh. Pathetic" He mumbled these words, and with the surprisingly strong wind moving as it was it would be impossible for them to have heard him. Once he broke the plane between the doors and the outside, the gaurds closed them. There was nothing but darkness, for a moment..
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:33 pm

Lights in the illustrious hall snapped on all at once. The building was large and circular, with an extremely high ceiling. There were paintings of past council members who hadn't fallen from grace covering the walls, which were painted pure white. The floor Shiro now stood on was made from pure marble, a touch the young man (in relation to the council, at least) found a bit extravagant, even for the council. However, such petty grievances were beneath him. There were bigger issues to discuss than what materials the council liked to walk upon. At the other end of the room, arranged in evenly spaced intervals sat the council. Their seats were raised above the ground level upon a platform, with. There was a single set of stairs that led up to them at the front of the platform, directly before Shiro now. It wasn't customary for anyone to walk up them that wasn't a council member. In his younger years he'd wanted nothing more than to one day take those illustrious steps to one of those chairs. Now he wouldn't accept a seat even if they offered it to him. The summoning today had been his final straw, but they couldn't know that. They'd strip him of his powers and exile him forever, something he couldn't allow to happen to him. For his brothers sake.

Movement on Shiro's part did not come for several seconds. Time was taken to look into the faces of each council member, which from this distance weren't well defined. He could tell each set of eyes were keenly fixed on him, their faces stern. They were arranged from Shiro's left to right in terms of how long they'd been on the council. The man on the far left was the same one who'd come and visited him. By mere appearance he seemed to be in his thirties, though Shiro knew he was actually 627 years old. He'd made it back rather quickly, as Shiro hadn't seen him in front of him the whole way to the dome-shaped building. To his left sat the a woman who appeared to be in her thirties as well, with rather long blonde hair. Shiro wasn't sure of her age. The remaining two were males who appeared to be younger, and he wasn't sure of their ages either.

Echoes rang out as his feet began to move across to the marble to a more appropriate position for the conversation that was going to take place. His hands were still tucked away in his open overcoat and his eyes never once left the eyes of the man on the far left. He'd been the main person petitioning for his brothers exile all those years ago. For one to say there was bad blood between would be terrifyingly accurate and an understatement at the same time. The dead silence with-in the room made the foot steps that much louder as he walked, yet another reason why the choice of flooring was a bad decision in his eyes.

"That's close enough." The voice boomed from around the room, canceling the sound of Shiro's shoes striking the marble. The man on the left held his hand up to motion the younger Hiragana to stop as he said this. Were they nervous of his motives for agreeing to come because of his brothers past? Shiro showed no emotion as he came to a stop with one last footstep. The echo caused from this rang for a few minutes, before silence reinsued with-in the chamber. He stood with one fight slightly in front of the other, with his front toe facing forward towards the council. His back foot was angled away from them and held most of his weight. The pockets of his coat remained the resting place of his hands.

"The council has called you here today to ask you to fulfill your duty as a Hiragana." The man said this while looking directly into the eyes of the younger Hiragana. He sat in his chair in an upright manner with his arms crossed across his chest. The woman next to him spoke next. "The letter we addressed you summarized what we expect. You are to accompany the lea son back to the village and manage resources, while simultaneously keeping the council informed on the status of the war effort." Her voice was soft, and caused less of an echo than the man who spoke before. Shiro heard her say he'd be accompanying someone back to the village, yet there was no "lea son" present. He knew she hadn't misspoken. Council members didn't get to their position without being experts of public speaking.

"And where is this lea son. I see no such person present." Just as the last word left from his tongue he heard the doors behind him opening yet again, letting light into the room from the outside. Shiro his head over his shoulder until he could see a shadowy silhouette moving into the room, though he couldn't tell anything about them. Their footsteps echoed upon their first few steps into the room, at which point the doors closed.

"Here they are now. Please come forward, honorable lea son of Kumo" The youngest of the four council members spoke this time, ushering the shinobi negotiator to come forward.

"Let our negotiations commence."
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Tolkien » Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:09 pm

Youngest Council member wrote:"Please come forward, honorable lea son of Kumo"


The footsteps continued to echo throughout the room as the "lea son" made himself present..his face was still concealed through a hood as he finally came to the light walking to the side of Shiro. The strange man made a stop at the same spot as Shiro and then kneeled down and bowed in respect. He strangely however did not take off his hood. Shiro could only get a small glimpse of the lea son. He was pale in complexion and had a distinctive mustache and beard. He looked to be about middle aged in the slight appearance that was shown to Shiro. His eyes and anywhere above his nose, however could not be seen.

"Thank you...honorable council member.... it's an honor to be here."

The lea son finally stood straight up also removing his hood to reveal the rest of his facial features. He had dark hair, but strange dark brown cold eyes that seem to not be his own. They looked as if they were the eyes of another man. after giving his respect to the youngest council member and to look straight into the eldest council member's eyes. The leas son showed no expression but the way the man's eyes peered into the eldest member's eyes was as if he was speaking to the man's soul.

"You have made the right choice...aiding in this fight will only help our cause against the samurai and in regaining our village...... And.... your "sacrifice" will not be in vain honorable council member.."

Strangely upon finishing his statement he made a strange quick glance over at Shiro before kneeling down again paying respect to the eldest council member. He faced Shiro in acknowledgement of the young man and then turn back to face the council.

"At your command We shall leave for the village."
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:59 pm

"I believe I speak for the council when I say I hope your trip up the mountain was fair." The only council member who had yet to speak before Shiro opened his mouth this time. He had a more high pitched voice than the youngest Hiragana had expected of him.

"Shiro, please greet our guest on behalf of the council."

Shiro stood motionless as the lea son approached, emotionless yet attentive look on his face. So this was one of the shinobi from the Hidden Cloud village. Was the council so enticed with power that they were willing to make a deal with the shinobi? These were people who were trained from a young age in the arts of deceit, treachery and warfare. They couldn't be trusted. But this was why they were sending Shiro with them, or so they claimed. However, he saw threw this "honorable mission" guise they tried to fool him with. If they council were to tell it, as he was sure they would, he was doing a service not only to the council, or even the clan, but to The Being himself, whom all Hiragana are descendants of. Shiro preferred to believe that The Being would be disappointed in his descendants and what they'd become. No doubt he'd expected more from them then getting involved in petty wars over land by barbaric factions. With a malice in his heart, he slowly moved forward and removed on hand from his jacket to greet the shinobi.

"Hello." His hand was now extended, awaiting a shake before he'd deposit it directly back to his pocket. "I am Shiro of the Hiragana, welcome to our compound." He said this in the same monotone voice he'd spoken to the council with earlier. His face remained emotionless, though his eyes were now looking directly into the shinobi's. He couldn't shake the sense that something was off with this guy..

When the man removed his hood, Shiro got an uneasy feeling about him. That look in his eyes...it was as if someone else were on the other side looking out. They appeared empty. And the way the shinobi looked at him when he said "sacrifice", as if to suggest Shiro was just that. This only made him more suspicious of the man, the council and the shinobi of Kumo as a whole. It seemed as if there was some loop he'd been kept out of, and everyone liked to tease that fact in front of his face. "My boy, we only need your signature upon this document, outlining the agreements we've already spoken to your superiors about." He'd called the man "boy" despite his facial hair, a habit living 1000 year life's can create. With a flick of his wrist he sent the younger man who'd spoken to the lea son earlier out of his seat and down the staircase with the document. His hands were shaking a little, and the sound of the very firm paper flapping a little was audible over his feet hitting each step.

He handed the document to the lea son, with a pen as well. "Here you are, honorable shinobi of the Cloud." He waited for the man to read the document and sign it, at which point he then looked the letter over and signed it. The council member then took the document back from the man and looked it over to ensure he'd indeed signed it. "Everything appears in order. You're free to go." Shiro took this to mean himself included, as they were to be leaving together. As he turned to leave however, the voice of the eldest councilman boomed behind him. "Not you, Shiro. We aren't finished speaking with you yet." He hesitated for a moment, considering continuing his action of leaving, but refrained. "Honorable lea son, it you'd be so kind as to wait outside of the doors. Shiro will be with you momentarily." Shiro turned around to face the council again as the Kumo shinobi left, but not before the two made eye contact one last time.

"Yes?" Shiro was trying to be as brief as possible with them. The less he had to talk the less chance there was of him being deemed unruly and exiled, which he had a sneaking suspicion the council had half expected of him. He locked eyes with the head councilman, who also happened to be his father. He did not claim the man who exiled his own son as such, however. He obviously viewed his duties on the council more important that those of fatherhood anyway. "Your duties are not as simple as managing supplies, son." This was the first time he'd addressed his son in that manner in years. "You're also to supply us with intel we could use in possible future...negotiations with the council there that could give us leverage to use against them." Now the truth came out. "You'll have access to any and all records in their possession." Shiro'd expected such tomfoolery from them. He simply nodded his head, accompanied with an "As you wish, sir." He didn't look his father in the eyes as he said this, something that was sure to piss him off.

"You know what you must do. Serve the clan, and The Being who bestowed his wondrous gifts upon us, well. Now leave us. Return to your quarters and pack your things, then depart to the village with the lea son." The council then immediately rose from there seats in unison and went through the door that sat behind them. Shiro had already turned and begun walking out in a slow, steady pace.

The doors opened from the outside as if the guards knew he was approaching. Once safely outside and the doors closed behind him, he let out a heavy breath of air in relief/frustration. The wind had died down a bit since the early morning when he'd made his walk to the chamber. The man was waiting by the steps leading down to the main compound. "I must pack my things before we depart. You may accompany me to my quarters if you wish."
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Tolkien » Sun Apr 14, 2013 8:11 pm

"Yes, I would say my trip was more than fair, it was rather.. enlightening."

The lea son managed a small slight smile, but even that expression seemed mechanical and forced. Even when he was greeted by Shiro, he seemed the more mechanical of the two in their greeting, although Shiro came to a close second. The Lea son nodded his head in acknowledgement as he had received the documents in which he would look over to his approval and quickly glanced over the terms of approval. He then quickly signed the document.

Council member wrote:"Everything appears in order. You're free to go."


The lea son noticed that Shiro was called back as he was on his way out.

eldest council member wrote:"Honorable lea son, it you'd be so kind as to wait outside of the doors. Shiro will be with you momentarily."



"Yes, by all means take your time, I am sure you have your own personal things to discuss... Thank you very much for your wondrous hospitality. I will wait outside for...Shiro yes?"

A smile came to his face as he left the chambers.

Appears the Hiragana clan have their own agenda in all of this...it matters not who wins...whether the samurai or the shinobi, the results are the same and this world will fall into eventual chaos. Shiro...I can see it in him..he shares my views..

The Lea son said to himself waiting outside the door. If someone was to observe the lea son, it would appear that he was just sitting there quiet as a rock, however a whole conversation was going on within the man's mind. A foreign voice came to the mind of the "lea son".

Everything is set on my end Lord Gainon. I have infiltrated the samurai's defenses. And my "spies" are within samurai jurisdiction..

Excellent Rafiki..you will spread influence on the samurai end and I...with the shinobi. Come to think of it, it must have not been too hard for you considering you were a part of the first samurai war serving as one of the assassins.( Note: reference to first Samurai Civil war http://narutoc.phpbbnow.com/viewtopic.p ... +civil+war)

Yes..and like before, this war will provide me with many dead for me to possess and bring to my collection..

on my end though there has a been a slight change in plans...a change that will make things much easier for us..keep me updated Rafiki.

The imposter lea son revealed to be Gainon Imani, Councilman and Tsuchikage, Looked toward the doorway seeing that Shiro had finished with his private meeting. He then came to Gainon the lea son by the steps.

Shiro wrote:"I must pack my things before we depart. You may accompany me to my quarters if you wish."


"Very well...I shall accompany you Shiro.."

The lea son was quiet as he walked along side Shiro heading toward Shiro's chambers. However, as they got closer to the chambers, the lea son spoke.

"hmph..Shinobi....samurai...doesn't matter..the world continues to become the same..and the same people rule it.."

There was no expression from the lea son's face when he said this.
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Re: Bigger Things than You and I

PostPosted by Isuzu » Sun Apr 21, 2013 6:00 pm

The wind had died down quite a bit. Well, as much as mountain winds do, anyway. Shiro's hands still rested in his pocket as he walked a half step ahead of his companion, which helped keep it from flapping to and fro. In a fit of slight frustration he pulled out and hand and quickly snapped one of the middle buttons together, making it much more manageable now, though his high collar was still moving around quite a bit. The sun'd come out though at such high altitudes it was still rather frigid. He was actually surprised at how well the shinobi was handling it. Every visitor he'd ever seen appeared miserable, but this one showed no emotion at all. It was as if he were raised on the mountain himself.

The first voluntary words he uttered shocked Shiro. It seemed even some shinobi could see how pathetic the cycle of war, recovery, then more war had become. "I am surprised to hear such an insightful statement from.." Shiro turned his head to the point that he could see his follower from his peripherals. "..your kind." He showed no emotion though from the inflection of words the lea son could obviously tell what he was implying.

"Your village cannot possibly agree with your point of view. From my experience all of them are close minded barbarians who are so brainwashed with patriotism from birth, they fail to see their own terroristic actions as they are."

Shiro didn't turn back this time when he spoke. His eyes were focused forward, on the approaching living quarters where his stuff was. The compound was bustling with life now, with several members of the Hiragana going about their daily routines. Some were feeding animals, others working the forge's to build weapons, while others still were making food. If the clan so wished they would be perfectly capable of self-sustaining themselves, allowing them to live completely separate from the Hidden Village. The Council did not choose to do so, however, and continued to encourage trade with the village as a sign of "respect". Little did most know the Council got a fat slice from each trade for themselves, under the table of course.

"Not much longer now. It's the big building up there."
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