Boring day, boring day. They where gunna be moving out; or rather he and Himi would be moving out; sometime in the next day or so, once the rest of the Kumo nins had finished going on their own way. He didn't feel the need to babysit them now; everyone was going with at least a Chuunin, so waiting on him was a waste of time. Why he bothered to hang out longer? Good. Markets. It was a godsend to someone like him with insane amounts of spare ryo to blow and no limit to how much he could carry home. While not outright materialistic; most of what he was buying where high grade sword gears and kits, along with bolt after bolt of very nice fabrics to make some new clothes from; he wasn't above doing a massive shopping spree when given the chance. Hell, he had half a dozen storage scrolls filled to the brim with toys and practice weapons for his younger cousins. The fabrics and other basic materials would keep the clan happy for months; until they had to make another excursion out of Kumo for more. Damn bare markets back home; impossible to get what they needed in any kind of quantity. And while they where monks in all sense, that didn't mean they followed a lifestyle of austerity. They wanted to live comfortably; soft clothing that could last forever, comfortably warm blankets, yards upon yards of tapestries adorning the walls. What? Rock was boring, and wood was nearly impossible to keep in the clan temple. Or in most areas anyway. The rooms that where insulated from the powerful charge in the rocks where accented with warm chestnut and pine woods; as well as more fabrics and the like. Tsukino lived good; and they planned to keep it that way.

So he was off in the market areas again; although not outright looking to buy this time. More just aimless wandering. He knew his way through the village by now; mostly. He could get from point A to point B without getting too lost. Usually just a detour over to Point M and then back on track. They where in one of the transitory areas between the markets, residential areas, and administrative buildings. Woot for boring and drab. Nooooooo entertainment. The crowds where... boring too. Mostly just Konoha natives now; the majority of the tourists and foreign nins had bailed a few days prior. Baw.

And then he noticed something... blue. But not a normal blue. This was... sea based. This was blue in a way that he picked it up with his feet. Oh, something triggering his Detection Web's are of passive observance. Weird, normally all he got from that was shape and direction; especially with the low powered version that had developed inside the area of his passive shocking effect. This ping was... faint, but strong at the same time. What in the hell...? The actually physical ping was very weak; it was almost... no, it was outside his normal range of perception. How the hell was he picking up on it the-... ooooh... he could taste it now. There was an odd electric signal stretching out from someone in the crowd. This wasn't normal Raiton attraction... this was different.

Inhuman.

Only one thing in the world gave off a signal like that. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face as his thoughts trailed back through time. One of his earliest excursions out of the clan temple had been on a 'learning' field trip to the southern islands; down to the warm seas full of colorful fish and coral; the land of sharks and sea snakes, parrot fish and anemones. Water warm like a bath and sand as soft as cotton. It was a glorious adventure; he'd learned much of the world of nature on that trip; seen more then most people did in their lives. The decent from the high mountains of Kumo to the far coasts of Konoha and into the islands of Kiri was a trip through... wonderland, almost. The spare high forests outside Kumo; so close to the tree line and the zone of death at the tops of the peaks. Into the thick, nearly jungle like forests in the valleys and ravines they traveled; animals everywhere and new pants to be found. Into the jungles and low plains of the borderlands; the grasslands between Kumo and Kusa. Rolling plains and light forests of lowland pines at the Konoha borders. The ancient oaks and deep forests that gave Konoha it's name; so hot and humid it made the youngsters sick at first. Slowly cooling in a way as the forest broke into thinner, coastal forests and tree groves. The Mangrove swamps. Coastal deserts. And finally the ocean itself; lined with mossy and sharp sawblade grasses of the open muk. The long boat ride over the rough waters between the Konoha's coast and Kiri's thousand islands. Into the warm tropical waters of the southern archipelagos. Crystal waters and brilliant colors; warm breezes that smelled of salt and air and fish and a million things he'd never known until the moment. And the sharks... they followed the boat like carrion birds; always looking for something to fall over the side; and easy meal. Even at that age they could feel it; the little sages in training could sense the electrical discharges from the shark's active senses. You have to use it to sense it; they where told. Other animals were oblivious; people needed technology and special sensors to feel what the Tsukino could instinctively. The ampullae of Lorenzini they where called; the little organs along the body of the sharks that produced the bursts; allowed them to sense the world as they did. The dead give away to the Tsukino that did the same; only using the pure electricity that sang in their veins from birth. The entire body of a Tsukino was one giant electrical receptor; versus just the lines of specialized cells.

There was one... a small hammer head that got the idea to take an interest in him while he swam the warm waters... The memory was clear as day. A long day of snorkeling; a water proof pen and notepad in hand as he jotted down the names of anything he recolonized, notes on what he didn't. It was for the day's assignment; the best kind of work, playtime work. He loved the experience; but damn if the shark didn't give him a surprise. He had seen glimpses of it out of the corner of his eyes as he floated; enough to draw attention but never quick enough to see it. Then, while he worked on trying to describe the color of a brain coral; it brushed against his foot. For the first time in his life, HE felt the jolt of another creature. Tsukino where so accustomed to their clansman’s discharges that they never felt them... but this... this was new. And boy did it scare the young Raijin. He'd made the distinct mistake of panicking; and the tip of a flipper had caught on a batch of rocks half over grown with new-growth coral. He was lucky enough; his breathing tube was long enough to break the surface so he wasn't about to drown; outright anyway. The waves would cover it every other minute or so; so he was choking on some water if he didn't time his breathing right. And then he remembered the shark; which had taken his struggles as an invitation to a free meal. Well... let's just say that a strong shock to the face was enough to send it running away. Boy how. About 5 minutes of working foot his foot free of the flipper and he was able to just ride the waves back to shore. If not for the fast that the abrasions on his wetsuit were classic shark skin; no one would have ever believed him. He never did see that shark again; and he didn't mind that at all, either. He had no hatred towards sharks; but he was never really a fan of them after that. Respected? Yes. Hesitate to destroy? Nope.

A shake of the head brought him back to the present. Thankfully; he was the type that could walk and think without stopping; so he hadn't made a complete ass of himself; nor made himself super vunerable. Weeeeee~

Lets see... what was he doing again? Oh, right. The Kisame. Given that the only Kisame listed in the exams was... oh shit. It was the one Himitsu had told him about; the stalker that had bothered her before she left Kiri.

Sadistic smirk? Sadistic smirk. He might not have any real reason for it; he'd never met the shark before, nor was Himi anything but an acquaintance to him; but oh boy was he enjoying the idea of some payback more and more. Really; all that was needed was a small shock... the sharkyness of a Kisame would do the rest.

Him being a closet sadist didn't help either. Under all the awkwardness and social anxiety; the lack of giving a fuck; and his overall gentle nature... there was the inner sadism of someone that lived a life filled with constant pain. The power of their lightning came with a high price; and the price was more then just the moderate insanity of the clan. Constant pain; the struggle to balance the power of the lightning with the limits of the body. Only the best of them could find a proper balance, end the paint without loosing that which made them Tsukino. Raijin was... good; but not that good. He was too unrefined still; far to apt to overdo it and use too much power; kill the balance and throw himself into days and weeks of nearly excruciating pain as his stores recovered and his body reset itself. Ouch.

Now... to move through the crowds. His bright clothing was less noticed here; between the markets and the residential areas. Bright merchant clothing hid him well; the crowds where a wash with bright blues and greens, yellows and orange, red and pink and white and every other color you could image. But that blue... that Kisame blue... it was distinct. It was different.

Like him.

This was gunna be fun.

All he had to do was reign in the discharge that made up his passive shock. He would lose his tracking, but oh well. He could see the shark well; and there was little chance of loosing him. And really... all he needed was to get close enough for a hand... or his remaining blade... to touch the male's flesh. That's all. Just a light brush, a gentle tap... and a few thousand volts of charge would be passed over.

Mmmm... Yummy...

Shark-fin soup, anyone?

A light giggle escaped his lips; nothing loud, no more then a tone under his breath that any could ignore as a passing though. Perfect. He was behind the Kisame now, hidden perfectly in the group of people blending into the crowd that the male was walking with. Looked like Konoha civilians, he must have been on his way somewhere. Work through the crowd; easy enough with the blade on his back; he was given a hair more room to compensate; but swords weren't so uncommon in Konoha that it made him stick out. Closer... closeeeer...

He was directly behind the shark now; only three feet back. He'd have to reach other a smaller woman's shoulder... but it would work. They where about to hit a busy intersection; and unless Shark Boy was heading into residential areas; he'd be making a right and into the extremely crowded wet market just off the river. Shit; better do this now. Fate seemed to favor him, as the woman blocking his path moved out of the way and out of the group; stopping into a small hole-in-the-wall type shop that smelled heavily of herbs and plants. A medic supply maybe?

“Excuse me, Kisame Hiragana?”

His hand lifted as he spoke; lightning fast and two fingers extended towards the male's neck. That's all he needed, two finger tips and the small area of exposed flesh. Contact was nearly instant; almost faster then the words could cover the scant feet between them. And boy; what a shock it was. The air was instantly full of ozone and sound; the BOOM! of thunder and the sound of flesh and hair sizzling.

Oops.

Little too much there.

Hiragana dropped like a sack of potatoes; not even enough time to start to turn before he was a pile of fried skin and innards. Damn; he probably should have discharged some of his store before he did that. Wait... what was.... oh... ooooh. The cackle he released was.... undeniably insane. Brains, leaking from the ears of the fallen shark. Or rather, leaking from one, bubbling like boiling soup from the other. He wasn't even sure he wanted to see the face; if that was any indication. Buuuut.... curisoity was a cruel mistress; and he had to be sure that the male was fully dead. Cruel... not so much. Not now. He'd put the shark out of it's misery if he had to. Brotherhood was removed from his shoulder; no thought given to the fleeing crowds around him. Now he had room to work; oh boy did he. At least a thirty foot area was clear; with just him and slightly twitching body on the group at the center. Tee hee hee.

Granted; he hated the idea of dirtying his blade with the foul blood of the Kiri nin; but oh well; he'd bought some etching acids, and that would easily cleanse his blade. A jab to the side; no niceness or soft poking. Just jab, break skin, dig in for grip, twist for a the giggles.... aaaand flip!~

….

…...................

Ew.

Wow.

Eeeeewwwwww.~

Roasted eyeballs where not pretty. All... wiggly and smoking. Ew. A quick flick of the blade yanked it free and another sent the balls of burst jelly far, far away; the heavy SPLAT! not phasing him. Well... he didn't react to that... buuuut...

A drop to the knees let him grab and arm and lift; Brotherhood used to slice the right arm off and toss it away; the same dignity given to the left. Given the blood leaked only from gravity's whims... okay. Good enough. Buuut... he saw the armor now that the arm was gone. Ooooh.... yummy. Time to get him some armor. Let's see... Head was an easy cut; grabbed by the front of the shirt to hold up; use the reverse blade on Brotherhood's hook acting like the curved blade of an executioner’s ax. There we go. Should be easily enough to wiggle it out... squirm... wiggle... yaaaaaaank!~

Aaaah.~

The plop of the body was satisfying in a strange way; but he wasn't about to complain. Pockets raided; blades taken... hmmm... He should count this crap.

Two blades... lowish quality. Blarg. He could sell those for lunch money. Or give them away. Doesn't matter.

Kunai... shuriken... eh. Nothing he needed. Smoke bombs... hmmm... Not much use, he had jutsu for that.

Ryo... that he did pocket; and with relish. More money for hiiiiiim.~ Or not. Is someone wanted it... yeah.

Huh... wonder where the Kiri nins where. By now... word should have been out. Took him a good 5 minutes to take the arms and head off the body; not even Konoha police yet. Weirdness.

The young white haired girl had been aimlessly wandering the market before she heard a loud boom and smelt sizzling fish walking forward to what had bothered her senses, she the sight of a dead Kiri nin at a Kumo nin's feet. She stared in shock and anger boiling up until realizing who it was...the Kisame who caused problems in Kiri from what she had heard, trying not to laugh and just stared at the person above the kisame and smiled brightly allowing a small laugh to escape her mouth. "Might want to move away from the body, but from what I've heard you've done us a favor, so thank you." she said softly before walking away.

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Walking through the markets, it was about time Kenny had done some shopping...having had no food in his house now...maybe he shouldn't have eaten all that food...ah who cares, a little binge eating never hurt anyone. Well, maybe his stomach was close to destruction since it was packed but nothing he couldn't 'pass' through.

Hmm...apples were off the market? Hm...guess there was reason into it. Winter was setting in and most of the fruit and veggies were taken down from the shelves or already bought...hmm, maybe a nice piece of pork or some beef? Yeah, some beef stew would be nice. Handing the man at the stall where kenta had been standing for awhile now, others getting annoyed due to him holding up the line, the ryo, the coins clinking as they hit off each other. The man wrapped up the meat before plopping it into a bag, handing it to Kenny who then put it into his basket...no need for the bag really. With a small smile, Kenny turned and waved the man goodbye before hearing a bang in the air and being slapped in the face with...AN EYE!? Holy hell!? What the major fuck!? Kenny took a fit, throwing his basket into the air and the eyeball along with it, rubbing his face from all blood and maybe throwing up at the side of it; falling to his knees and wiping away the remaining puke....oh dear god...

Kenny's golden eyes slowly drifted to his left as he noticed people running and screaming as one person stood there...just looking on...Swords? maybe...something that kenny could use to his advantage for his sealing fuuinjutsu...Walking up to the body, his legs shaking as he slowly bent down for the blades, watching the man at all times...
"...He wont be needing them. Thank you..." He said, sickness making it's way back up his throat as he strapped the swords to his back...This man...he needed to talk to hi. he'd heard from that Kumo nin...Karoshi? Was it? That he was a fuuinjutsu user? Walking up to the man, stepping on the leftover remains that was an asshole of a fish, before standing a foot away from him...he figured that this was the man who did this...Raiton...couldn't have be Katon...there would have been scorch marks and much more injuries and/or fatalities.
"...Excuse me...May I speak to you privately once you have a spare moment?" He asked, sickness once again making it's way up...he'd never seen a body so...mutilated before...it was gruesome...but somewhat...soothing?

Kei had been walking around the marketplace with Sero. He had decided that she had to follow him, be under his protection. At this, she rolled her eyes. Her Yin side was activated, it had been since they had met at the Rolling Hills only a few days ago. She hadn't wanted to change back. Truth be told, she rather enjoyed his company. Therefore, she had decided to be as selfish as she always was and kept control over their body. But now, however, she was bored. Bored to tears as they both idly walked around the market. She spotted Hiragana Kisame a few feet away from him. She rolled her eyes. She had never really liked him. He had threatened her while they were in the Naka River several days ago. And had then proceeded to try and hit on her. The memory brought unpleasant chills to her spine. She watched him and noticed a man coming up from behind him. At first, she thought nothing of it... until he... oh God... Wow... That... talk about overkill. However, Kei was somewhat unphased. She had seen enough in these past couple of months. This was nothing, really. She tugged on Sero's sleeve. "Isn't that... your teeamate?" She asked. All the while, she decided she might as well go to the body. She pursed her lips. He smelled of fish. Anyways, money was money. She crouched on the ground and took all she found on him. Hm... a good amount of money. Excelent. "We can leave, now, Sero," She said, standing up and walking down the street again.

Otto looked at his friends corpse with confused eyes and without a word walked to the body and grabbed his head band. The kumo nin had killed his friend, but if the kage didn't care there was nothing he could do despite the way he felt. Otto body flickered away with a splash of water. Only time would tell how another death would affect him. However, as it stood Otto couldn't care there were many types of weakness.
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Sero moves forward as he watches the crowd disperse around them running and screaming. He had merely come here for some weapons. of which he was currently lacking. And Kei was with him and thus the crowd running from a point normally meant to get back as well. However Kei's words and the appearance of others Meant it was now his business. He moves forward his grey eyes watching Raijin before nodding.

He kneels down to look over the body and rolls the head over. his head was a gory mess but Sero didn't mind gory.He picks up one of the kunai from the body and slams into the gums and moves it around removing the teeth. a keep sake to study and sell. He nods and pockets it and then tosses the head onto the body. It was dead and needed to be disposed of, He removes all the gear separate from the body. He then piles on the gooey remains and steps back.

"Hmm... Share some words for a fallen team mate.... Hiragana was ... A walking meat sack of useless. to be honest the fact that he did not fall on his own sword amazes me still. He died painfully and it does not shock me. yes that was a play on words. Rest in...pieces."

Then he breathes out and A mist covers the body and the goo. And slowly it begins to melt away. In a few more moments it would be no more.

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