So, time for another jutsu. This one was going to be slightly more complicated then any she'd learned before. It was all well and good when dealing with - or screwing with, as it were - someone's physical health. It was an entire other thing to mess with someones mental health. It took a whole other grouping of skills, of knowledge. It also took a great deal more practice. Especially, if your intentions, for lack of any sort of better wording, is to make your victim seem 'high', or on a bad sort of 'trip'.

Amaya had been delving into the area of 'mental health' for years. Books and people alike were never too far away to seek knowledge from them. In fact, an entire wall of her room was nothing but a giant bookshelf of all sorts of books dealing from anything from mental to physical health. When you are what you love, it tends to happen a lot. She was no stranger to expanding her mind. When she wasn't asking fellow followers in the medical field about mental practices, she was observing those deemed unfit for normal society. She had even taken her investigations into those who dealt in drugs, both why they sold them and why they took them. Anything she could find out, she did.

So, with all that said, this was going to be one of the first times that Amaya didn't make a trip to the library to read up on her soon to be jutsu. She had spent hours into the night reading; anything to do with what was otherwise known as the Alice in Wonderland syndrome. She had the entire concept memorized, now, to the point to where she could quote the books line by line if asked. She knew that drugs induced the effects, but also knew that it could be induced by a simple shift in the occipital lobe, which controls visual information.

About three or so in the morning she finally passed out, sprawled on her bed surrounded by several books. She spent the night just like that, not even moving an inch or more, which was lucky, seeing as she would've had a rather rude awakening had she sent one of those overly heavy books to the ground with a loud thump. The sunlight streaming through the window was what woke her, and with a groan she rubbed her face, easily able to feel the indent caused by one of the books she had ended up using as a pillow. "Great... now I have a line on my face." She moved the books off of herself and then sat up, stretching skyward. "Uuugh. Really didn't mean to fall asleep.", she muttered.

Without wasting any more time she stood and walked to her bathroom, glad for once that she had one in her own room. No point in broadcasting to the family that she had fallen asleep, on some books, again. If anything she'd get a scold talking to about sleeping in positions that were anything but comfortable, and otherwise bad for her. As if she didn't know that, medical specialist... duh. But, family was family, and they were going to look out for her whether she liked it or not, and hell, she had to admit that she would do the same to them. Fair is fair and all that jazz.

A quick shower with some unscented soap and shampoo, and a quick trip to the closet later and she was dressed; black t-shirt, black pants, gray close toed shoes, and a coat over top of all of this, the hood lined in fake gray fur, but otherwise black in color. She wrapped her hair up in a tight swirl of a bun, and then placed a hat over her head to keep its wetness covered; no point in getting sick, after all.

Skipping breakfast given it was already late enough she ventured out, knowing for the most part, the type of person she was looking for. She needed someone drug dependent, someone easily tricked. Someone who was looking to have their mind manipulated, who expected it. Someone who wouldn't run off screaming the second everything started going loopy on them, and before she could figure out if what she had done worked or not. It was hard though, given it was already mid day. She knew those types of people didn't come out till night fall. They liked to keep to the alleys, the shadows. Hiding their sins in darkness, always fearing the light. Always fearing being caught, of their sins being put out in the open.

So, with all of that said she was going to have to waste some time. Burn some sunlight. She wandered her way to one of the ramen stands, figuring that she might as well feed herself if she was just going to have to sit around until the 'trash' came out. A few bowls of pork ramen later and the sun was starting to slowly sink down. She paid her tab, downed the rest of her glass of water, and got to walking. The people she was looking for were predictable, to the point to where she knew already who was going to go where and for what.

It didn't take her long to spot it now that the time was right. A youngish looking man, even thinner then herself, sickly looking, hollow, was walking quickly towards one of the alleys. He scratched at his arms beneath his coat, twitching while he did so. Jumpy, too, from what she noted as she watched him from afar look around multiple times; almost as if he feared he was being followed. He hunched his shoulders in, almost as if he were cold, tucking his neck in as well. All before turning and heading into the darkness, down the alley way.

A grin spread across her face and she took to the nearby roof, moving in silence now, while mentally going over what she knew of this jutsu. She would have maybe one chance to get this right, if she was lucky, and to study the results. She leaned over the edge, keeping in the shadows much like the man with his dealer. The switch off of money and drugs happened quickly, skillfully. As if this was something they both did every day, many times a day, and it probably was. The man who had bought the drugs left the alley, headed down the street, and into another. It was nothing for Amaya to keep track of the man by sight, as he stuck out rather easily against the dimming crowd of people on the streets below her. She kept to the nearby roofs to keep herself undetectable to the already paranoid man. She needed him completely unaware.

She needed to make sure that she got to him before he put took those drugs, else she was going to have to try all over again from scratch, and find a completely new person. She watched as the man sat on a nearby crate, his hands shaking in his excitement.

Amaya took that time to act. She crouched down, keeping her balance while focusing on the man. Her hands came together, pointer and thumb finger joining together to make a circle while the rest of her fingers remained out straight. She looked through this hole her hands made, focusing on the man, and focusing her chakra to him, particularly to his occipital lobe. It was a work of a moment before the man suddenly sat up looking around. All kinds of "Whoa, dude" coming from him. The man held his hand in front of his face, moving it farther away and then closer, farther away and then closer again. He began to sway, almost as if he were unable to keep his balance well even sitting. A small bug flew in front of his face and he threw himself backwards in a clumsy fashion, letting out a shout. A "Fucking giant bugs! What the hell is this?!", coming from him. Noticing that his drugs had gone flying he reached out attempting to grab them up, possibly before someone else had a chance to do so, his hand landed to the left of them, but his fingers closed around the area even still, as if he were seeing them exactly where his hand had been. He repeatedly this again and again, until on his fifth try he finally was able to actually grab hold of his drugs. He suffered the same issue trying to stuff them in the front pocket of his jacket. He began to groan, holding his head as if a sudden headache had sprung up, his eyes shutting tight as if some bright light were blinding him.

'Good job, Amaya, this is working exactly how you thought it would,' she praised herself silently, continuing to watch the man suffer from the symptoms she had caused. It lasted a good while, until slowly, he began to become himself again. He was petrified, obviously thinking that he had suffered from some sort of bad high as a result of the drugs he now could have sworn he had taken. The man ripped the baggie from his pocket, looked at it, and then threw it to the ground, stamping his foot down on it repeatedly, as if he were planning on giving the drug up for good.

Amaya's head tilted as she watched this, for all intents and purposes the idea of killing the man when she was finished with her study had crossed her mind. He was a parasite, unworthy of taking up space any longer given that all he was good for was shoving drugs into his system time and time again. But, maybe something good would come of those after all. She'd have to monitor the man, see if he did indeed change his ways. If he was going to, she'd allow him to live, to prosper, to get back a life he once probably had. If not? Well, she wouldn't hesitate to end him, hell his family was probably better off with him dead then knowing he was alive wasting their money on worthless filth.

Considering the day an overall success she slipped back into the shadows, taking off from roof top to roof top again, heading this time towards Ashi's home to go pay her a little visit now that she was done with training for a while.

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