Everyone pays their dues

**Users Involved:** User:DazzlingEmerald, User:MrHeavenTrampler User:Sekiro of the mist
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**Characters Involved**: Toshio Asai, Kaijin Hanzou

## Waking Dragon

Toshio could feel her moist lips touching his own, as his tongue promptly entwined itself with hers. What followed was probably the most passionate, intimate intercourse he had ever engaged in. Dusk gave way to night, and worthy of highly skilled shinobi from Kirigakure, their stamina wavered only ever so slightly. Both individuals were extremely close to climaxing, yet such a thing did not happen, for the world was engulfed in darkness out of the blue.

**GASP.**

Toshio was startled awake, the unfamiliarly familiar feeling of the body he had just occupied moments ago fading as quickly as he rose from the bed. The yellowish golden hue that his irises had been giving off moments ago dimmed until it was nonexistent, and he looked down to realize the stimuli was not completely gone.

*Sigh.*

Following his sigh, he walked towards what looked like a large transparent box made out of some kind of crystal-like material. Inside, a haggard looking, shabbily dressed man could be seen. There was an empty look in his eyes, and his eyebags made his appearance even worse. He was embracing his knees, and muttering under his breathe. Anyone who saw him would immediately think he was either mentally ill, or simply mad.

Toshio looked at the imprisoned man with some pity, a strange feeling for a man with such a stone cold heart. Flicking his finger, the yellowish hue returned to his eyes as an invisible, miniature chakra particle was shot directly at the imprisoned man. It entered through his forehead, and moments later, his empty gaze gained some semblaance of consciousness.

"Wha... What year is it?" The haggard man asked with a trembling, hesitant, raspy voice and a despairing tone.

"It's the year of the monkey. As for your daughter, she remains safe per our agreement. She attempted her Chūnin exams last year. Although she failed in the end, she performed well." Responded Toshio in an emotionless fashion.

The haggard man nodded, knowing from his own aging that they were still within the same zodiac cycle as last time he had asked. A smile blossomed briefly on his ashen countenance, before an awkward silence ensued, lasting for several breathes.

"She really did take after her mother..." Were his last words before the emptiness inundated his gaze once more. A teardrop slid down each of his cheeks.

**BANG!**

The walls caved in and cracks spread when his fist made contact. If this weren't a basement level, the wall would have most likely been blown to bits and pieces. His rage had only one source: the memories he treasured so much were deteriorating. His captive's absentmindedness stemmed from this. The addiction to memories was similar to how people would always liie to reminisce, as the recollections of the past were ever so better than the present, and much more so than the future. It was something the users of Kiseigan had to live with.

It had already been almost a dozen years since his lover's death, yet he could not get over it. He had thought he was past the pain and grief that her choice back then had caused him, but reality was oftentimes much different than one expected it to be. What he had done was inhumane, even for him, and he knew it.

Nevertheless, he had been helpless when the prospect of being together with her, even if only through her husband's memories, was revealed. It was also not like he was an innocent soul. Far from it, actually. Had Toshio not captured him, he'd have been probably judged for treason and either exiled for life or executed.

In spite of this, he had a daughter, so Toshio had at least been reasonable enough to let her stay in Kirigakure, and even give her his protection in the shadows. All of that, just so he could have acces to his memories. Truth be told, it was within his ability to steal them from him, albeit that would result in the memories being less clear, and lasting for considerably less time. But now, even with the memories being voluntarily handed, his overuse of them iver the years had deteriorated their condition, totally consumed many, and the few that were left were incomplete.

**KNOCK, KNOCK.**

Toshio swiftly put his Anbu mask on before opening the door. There was a cloaked figure, whose face was also covered in an Anbu mask, although a Kitsune one, standing there.

"What is it?" He interrogated, rather annoyed by the implications of his earlier experience, yet aware his men would not disturb him for anything that wasn't of utmost importance.

"Commander, Captain Yokoyama has returned from her mission. Her squad was successful in locating Lieutenant Akinaga's captors' hideout. The report states that a force of several Jounin from Konohagakure was present, hence her inaction. We await for your oders." The cloaked figure's voice was a male's, and as he spoke, he kneeled. In Anbu, strength was the only metric by which authority was decided, and he knew that his Commander's was top-notch, even in Kirigakure as a whole.

"Prepare your men. We shall set off before midnight. We cannot afford to let Lieutenant Akinaga fall into enemy hands. Besides, it's time someone snuffes the boldness of Konohagakure's poor attempt at shinobi." Toshio's eyes shone with a sinister light. There was clearly some kind of hidden agenda beyond what he let his men know.

"Cmon Kaijin don't tell us you don't want a piece of this girl, She's feisty. And a snack to boot." A Jonin said to one of the members of the konoha force who recently captured one of the kirigakure scum's anbu. The hideout concealed them enough but it wouldn't match the highly observant eyes of elites. Especially with the horde of men waiting to pounce on a prisoner.

Siting away from the group a pale man awaited with his eyes closed. The man was calm in contrast to the rest of his fellow shinobi. Finally opening his eyes the man looked disapprovingly to the rest. "Sigh, Will you fools think of something other than your hormones for a second."

Kaijin wasn't in charge but he wasn't like the rest. Now getting up he walked over to the prisoners cell. Pushing the rest out of the way and entered the cell on his own. It was dim but the visibility was enough. Kaijin observed the woman. She was beautiful, toned and quiet. She had been like this since they captured her. Now kaijin was one of the few responsible with getting information out of the woman. If they could not, then she would die.

"You all leave her to me, Seeing as you Would more than likely get your privates crushed" Kaijin said to the rest who reluctantly backed away and left the two. Hearing the cluttered voiced fade to nothing He continued on with the woman. Choosing to sit so he could look her in the eye. Something about the Look of determination, and cold killing intent. Made him interested about this process.

"As for you, I think its time for us to introduce ourselves"