Whisper had heard several things about a tree high up upon the top of the same mountain the administration building rested on. It was something a great many of the people of the village feared. After all its name was as foreboding as most names with demonic in them were. The Durian tree of Demonic knowledge was the true name of it he had discovered but the villagers just refereed to it as the demon tree. That alone had peeked his interest. After all the paintings his mother had in their home of the fallen angels from the heavens. The Angels that had cast them down always appeared more serene but they were such a lesser part of the paintings. Even cast down to the pits of hell each of the fallen angels now known as demons had a dark beauty to them. Violence and malice were a part of their nature but they were no longer held back by such notions of right and wrong. They did as they pleased afterwards. If anything a Demon was just an angel unleashed from the restrictions of what was decent and good. He preferred to be unto a demon himself. Doing as he wished when he wished to. It was certainly better then dealing with biggots trying to demand his time. Silly academy instructors trying to make demands of him. He had peons to do the work anyway, it was just more ryo out of his pocket.

Still he stood before his mirror applying his eye shadow as he considered making the trip for the day. The weather was nice out for once which was a pleasant change of pace. The cleaning lady was coming by for her rounds soon so he didn't really care to be around anyway. Servants were meant to blend in and remain unseen but for his budget he had only managed to land a cleaning lady to stop by once a week and she was a very vocal individual. Every time she stopped by it was another comment about how a boy his age shouldn't be living on his own and he needs a good parental figure to look after him. She was such a nosey lady that if he could afford better he would of had her fired long ago. But people like him didn't clean their own homes much less do their own dishes and laundry. It was only natural for him to leave her on the payroll. He missed the old serving staff though. Always efficient and quiet. He couldn't even remember how anyone but the butler sounded and that was perfect. Oh how he had fallen these passed couple of years. Mothers money was draining away at an alarming pace now and his funds from the missions he had been assigned hadn't made it to him yet. How any genin living alone managed to get by was beyond him.

Still Whisper finished with his eye shadow and touched it up in a couple of spots quietly. Applying the blush he drew the two red lines under his eyes and smiled into the mirror. Happy with it he brushed his red hair back and tied it into a pony tail with a silk hair tie. Placing his goggles on he used them to hold back his bangs before applying a generous amount of hairspray to get the thick and full lush red hair on top he enjoyed. Satisfied with his hair and face he winked at the mirror before getting up and walking to his closet. Pulling open the double doors he walked in and picked out a Neil barret slim fit dark suit. he remembered his mother buying him this suit for a little over fifteen hundred ryo though at the time it had been too large. However she had intended for him to grow into it and so he had. Slipping into the black slacks, black button up shirt and open black coat he smiled in the tall mirror. He looked as if he was heading to a funeral. Which he enjoyed as it went with the fallen angel theme he so enjoyed. Either way he stepped out of the walk in closet and stepped into the proper black gucci shoes with red lining on the inside. With that he exited the manor via the backdoor mere minutes before the maid was scheduled to arrive. The woman knew where the key was so she would undoubtedly let herself in to do her job. Meanwhile he was off to investigate a demon tree.

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Kaekio Yawned as she stretched out her limbs. she had recently climbed out of bed, and her limbs still felt tired from the training session she had done yesterday. She concluded that she should probably take it easier today, and give her muscles some time to rest a bit before going back out and practicing more. kaekio sat up once she was done stretching and headed towards the bathroom with her typical outfit in order to get ready for the day. she took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, applied a tiny bit of make-up, got dressed, put her sheathes on her back, and the sheathed Nue and Raiju her two black blades, then tied her kumogakure headband around her so that it hung semi lose. then she opened up the front door to her small home, and walked outside. Once outside she turned around and, closed and locked the door. then she headed down towards the small street just outside of her house. She had no clue what she planned on doing today, but her spirits were upbeat and she was excited. She felt as if she were going to have an adventure today. However, she had no idea where to begin such an adventure.

Kaekio wandered around the village for a good or so before she heard something that caught her attention. "Have you heard?" one man whispered to the other. "No what?" the other returned. "About the demon tree... it's fruits are apparently at their prime this week" Demon tree? THAT'S RIGHT kaekio had heard a little bit about the demon tree when she a bit younger, but not much else. No one really talked about. All she knew was that it was suppose to be the lightning rod for Evil and malicious feelings... Well Demon fruit certainly sounded like an adventure to her, and so she headed for the demon tree right then and there.

Kaekio dashed as quickly as she could manage through the village. She felt the weird erg to get there as fast as she could. Kaekio had also never even seen the demon tree and so she was also kind of curious about that. How it felt to be in it's presence. why people considered it evil. and most importantly, how it's fruit tasted. Kaekio hoped to get all of these questions and more answered when she first came upon the demon tree, and maybe also unlock some secrets about herself in the process. there was always little secrets about yourself that you could find even in the littlest of adventures, and self exploration was important. So those were the reasons that kaekio rushed at top speed on the roof tops. For most people she would only seem to be there for a brief second, some people might have even considered her a figment of their own imagination. For those of a bit faster reaction time and a bit better perception knew immediately who it was by the long dark blue hair. Kaekio had grown a tiny bit of a reputation in the village for winning the exams, and so most people could recognize her by her hair. but those were only the ones that could currently track her, Because some of the non-shinobi citizens couldn't.

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Whisper trekked his way up to the demon tree without incident. It was hardly a long journey as the tree was within the village. If it had been elsewhere he wouldn't have bothered walking at all but instead would of hired a taxi service. Probably one of those cart pulling fellows. He did like sitting there in comfort while another human being struggled to pull him over long distances. The serving class always willing to nearly break their backs for pocket change. It always made him feel better about himself as a high class individual. After all the serving class was there to do the things he didn't care to, They lived to serve people like him and it was only proper. Still as he moved along the path his blue eyes taking in everything as he made sure to walk along the center of the pathway forcing people to move around him as they worked for a living. Occasionally he got a few glares and grumbles but no one had the time to try and put him in his place. Still he noted a couple of beggars off to the side and sneered. How disgusting for the servant class trying to survive while being useless. Such filth, incapable of doing work should just keel over and die. They had no right to ask for hand outs or gifts. Only beautiful people deserved to receive such comforts. Whisper spit at their feet mere inches from an elderly man amongst them before continuing on.

He felt better about the day now that he had shown his opinion of the scum on the street. Not even people, just filth staining his walk. Really he had begun to wonder why useless, ugly people were even allowed to eat. If they were going to be just a waste of space then maybe they should be executed. Maybe one day when he was in a position to change things he would make it happen. Public executions of the working class that refused to earn their right to live. Clean up the trash after all these years. He smirked as he thought about killing them on his way back but then realized he didn't want to touch them to begin with. Maybe he would hire a servant to do it later. If he even remembered. After all when he got back he was scheduled for a new fitted suit and a manicure followed by a deep tissue massage. Some roasted duck and then a warm bath before bed. So many things demanding his time he just didn't have time to order executions. Or deal with any foolish protesters that thought his actions were misguided.

Either way his thoughts had drifted and now he was standing near the base of the demon tree. Placing his hands in his pockets he admired it from a distance. The Dark tree seemed to cast a shadow over the grass around it. The breeze near it felt colder and yet somehow it seemed to draw him in. As if it was calling to him and drawing him ever nearer. He smirked at the idea of it begging for him to be near it. Even the Demon tree wanted to be near him. But he wasn't here for the tree to be making demands of him. Anything bearing fruit left seeds in the fruit. Seeds that could be planted to make more tree's. He intended to steal as much of the fruit as he could in order to assure he got at least one good seed for his very own demon tree. Still even as he looked at the tree and spotted some fruit he noticed something. A squirrel was moving along one of the branches. He raised an eyebrow wondering what it was up to. Why was the squirrel not afraid of the tree? It was then that he saw the squirrel grab a piece of fruit from one of the branches. That filthy rodent was after his precious fruit! Hastily Whisper looked down and spotted what he was looking for. A small rock along the side of the walking path. Picking it up he turned back and located the squirrel again. Like hell if he was going to let such a filthy creature take even one piece of the precious fruit from him. It was his and his alone! The creature would die for its insolence, trying to rise above its station. With a practiced throw he threw the rock like a practiced kunai straight at the squirrel that had no idea its life was in danger. It's path probably close enough to hit the thing with any luck.

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