Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

Entering the Ramen Shop, Habiki Uchiha explored and experienced Ichiraku for the first time in his young adult life. Being a tall, brooding and broad shouldered man at the age of 18, Habiki has proven to be more of an asset than a Ninja at his age should be. His access to Earth and Fire release techniques of advanced levels, Genjutsu and a depth of knowledge countering it, Immaculate transformation into a true Bat Sage with his blood marking the summoning contract for these extremely useful utility summons, and both higher forms of the Sharingan paired with what seems to be an affinity for Nature chakra lends this ninja to a presence that transcends traditional rankings. It doesn't matter how powerful his opponent is. Habiki posses a mixture of raw offensive power, durability, speed, wit and a pragmatic personality that makes him a violent threat for any shinobi. If let loose on an enemy village, the type of destructive force that lay at the finger tips of this black and red haired onyx-eyed young man would be awe-inspiring. And yet here he was, so casually. His smile and pale skin alludes to a lazy and happy boy that avoids the sun, but his muscular structure was hard evidence of hard work and perhaps superior genes. The way his eyes took in the restaurant would lead almost any self-conscious person to shrivel beneath his gaze as though being caught as his target could simply die of anxiety. Yet, despite his dark clothes and wicked eyes, he seemed Jolly... almost. Gleeful. His black shirt appeared lavish in fabric and as though it'd smell of freshness incarnate, and the same could be said for his red and black pants that were riddled with zippers all over despite not immediately appearing to have anything within the seemingly countless pockets. His feet within the traditional shinobi footwear did appear to be just as clean as the rest of his imposing appearance. The spot on the back of his black shirt, just beneath the collar and inches down from his neck had a stitched white steel like emblem of the Leaf Village and the skin beneath this emblem within his shirt had a fully colored tattoo of the Uchiha clan's crest. Other Ninja considered it disrespectful that he didn't wear the headband, but sometimes rules would buckle beneath the presence of the Uchiha Prince. His eyes alone being enough to rock the boots of those even remotely perceptive. And these very same eyes caught Aimi Hyuga. Ai... He whispered under his breath as he narrowed his eyes and his lips sharpened into a smile of intent. Not referring to her properly as she was practically socially a stranger to him, alone could be considered rude. No honorific and even shortening her name into a nickname of endearment could be considered beyond rude. Yet, he didn't say it loud enough to be heard. Impulsiveness didn't normally rule the actions of the Crimson and Black attired ninja who spelled death with his mind and abilities woven intentionally for murder. And yet, with this girl he just couldn't stop thinking about, it was all he could do to not fall from grace and engage in full on stalkerish antics. He knew her scent, her name, and even that he could find her here at this time. He couldn't think clearly, even his heart fluttered and ability to dominate the chakra around him that free-flowed and enabled his rather unique sage mode was slipping from his grasp and altering the sharpness of his eyes and almost a tip to his eyes. If he opened his mouth, the slightest bit of fangs could be seen growing. He delighted in this sensation, and made no attempt to rob himself of even another moment contemplating what he should do. He walked across the room like a tiger enclosing on his delicious, delicate prey. And before he knew it, he was slipping into the booth and even on the same side that she sat, blocking her way out should she desire to escape the madly handsome and infamous prince of a bloodline she did not belong to. I'm going to borrow your time, Aimi-chan. His deep voice matched the aesthetic that surrounded him. Bold, and far divided from the other men around their age. Almost inhuman, it would seem. Returning from your mission... I imagine you've got some recovery time to spare. Yes? He mused, and perhaps revealed some of his thought process to the woman who he's only been able to speak to with his eyes and body language in the years he's spent as her peer within the village.