Fascination: Sequel

Fascination: Sequel: Part 1

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Fascination: Sequel

Part 1

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Oriko landed silently on a tree branch, although it was extremely narrow and to first glance looked as though it would only just take her weight, but she executed the move with absolute precision that not a single leaf fell from the branch. 

She held out a dead straight hand at her (albeit crouched) waist level and the other two members of her team came to an immediate halt behind her, although their mission was officially completed and they were on the return journey, they seemed to have guests. 

Oriko didn’t recognize either chakra signature – both were tremendously powerful but neither seemed hostile, this greatly confused Oriko, who’d long since suppressed her own chakra. 

Signalling to her team to remain still, she crept forward to get a look at the company they were apparently keeping; this doesn’t make sense, if they were hostile – especially for having such enormous chakras between them – the ANBU security would already have apprehended them, but if there were friendly to Konoha, so much so that ANBU knew them, why haven’t I met them before?

Oriko, although under no illusions about her ability or fame in Konoha, had been a resident of the hidden village for close to two years and knew (or at least recognized) every citizen or regular visitor.

Most she didn’t deal with (never much a fan of company) but made a point of familiarizing herself with chakra signatures or facial features – knowing it was prudent to at least recognize those of her home village, especially her fellow shinobi.

But these two men, she recognized neither the chakra signatures nor physical attributes, one was almost a giant of a man, easily over six foot and dressed in a traditional Japanese style, wearing a dark green jinbei (although giving off a more masculine sense than Oriko’s own). 

Along with it, matching dark green trousers and a large red, loose waist coat; he wore close fishnet shirt and trousers, by the look of it, underneath his green outer layers.  He had a large bushel of while hair and a huge scroll at his back; with traditional wooden sandals.

The man was a curious sight indeed, for such a chakra signature, it was unusual to find a shinobi out of typical uniform (especially for a male) – although Oriko couldn’t blame him, she herself prefer a more unique style to the classic uniforms. 

Beside the man was a younger looking boy, a pack on his back and black trousers – looking decidedly more shinobi like, although neither in uniform, his bright blonde hair almost lit him up and although they walked at even pace, Oriko could sense an emotional tension, something akin to excitement from them. 

Making an elective decision, she ceased suppressing her chakra and leapt down to the path behind the pair, the elder flashing a glance over his shoulder before the boy even seemed to notice. 

The elder quickly span himself around, his mouth open and eyes wide momentarily, before he corrected himself and a sly smile grew on his face, Oriko wondered for the brief moment, why he had thick, black paint running down from the corners of his eyes over his cheeks;

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty thing…” He commented, raising a hand to brush his chin as the boy too span around to stare at the woman now in front of him,

“Who are you two?” Oriko eyed the carefully, noting neither made a hostile move – or even gave of an inkling of malicious intent, she attempted to ignore the elder eying her appreciatively up and down, “I repeat, who are you?”  The blonde frowned,