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Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, there is a lone Uchiha dreaming of an orange future. Standing in on the precipice of a sheer cliff, the winding roads long decayed, Kirei overlooks an endless grove of orange trees. The citrus glow mixes with the infinite sunrise here, and the boy can't help but feel small before the enormity of it all. A thin haze of smoke wafts from the trees, bonfires lit throughout the orchard by those brave few pilgrims who journeyed down the mountain's treacherous paths. In this ethereal realm of orange light and no sound, Kirei was one such sojourner. Footstep after perilous footstep each gave way to the new challenge of finding a secure hold.

Below his feet, the stone gives way and the boy scrambles for something to hold. Fingers slip, he lets out a cry muffled by the dream and plunges toward the bottom. The descent is swift and brutal; he comes crashing through the canopy into a world of orange stars strung across his vision against a green sea. The ground never comes. Instead, the oranges continue onwards, falling from peripherals into the boy's sight only to sink away into that growing mossy expanse. Then he feels it, the splash of liquid on his back is there and then in a flash as he becomes submerged in orange depths. Spluttering, he claws his way to the surface only to see the orange tide rising before his eyes into a dark, looming figure. With a spinning maw of sharpened fangs the orange behemoth rockets toward Kirei.

Everything goes black.

"God damnit."

Kirei opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the morning. He would hesitate to call the surreal orange journey a nightmare, though it left his waking brain somewhat confused in its stead. With the fog moving from his thoughts, it became clear to the boy why he'd dreamt of oranges; arriving home the first thing he'd done was send word to his father of what he needed. Of course, Kirei framed it as a gift for instructors of rare fruit. The advantage Kirei had over traditional mail was his Hound. The dog was not, in actuality, his, but part of a summoning contract entered into by his father, and Yūji's primary purpose was to serve as an intermediary between father and son, able to be summoned across the world at will.

The young male had been disappointed to learn that Yūji couldn't merely carry the produce with him but an overnight courier service would do the job well enough. It was still early, so Kirei took his time in preparing for the day, lazily going through a morning routine as if he'd already been here a decade. It was almost enough to bum him out, how monotonous this all felt again already. By the time he'd meandered around long enough for the morning to be in full swing, he pulled open the door while snapping his fingers for Yūji to follow.

"Post dock first." Kirei would coo, absentmindedly.

"You ordered too many oranges. There'll be hundreds. Hundreds of oranges, Kirei." Came the stern reply.

With the city already in full swing, the courier's landing where the pair wandered to was already bustling with crowds. Kirei could see, not far off sure, gigantic shipping vessels with smaller boats ferrying goods to shore as crews of what must have been hundreds worked tirelessly unloading aboard. It was in one such ship that Kirei would spy the tell-tale orange shade of his cargo. Practically pushing to the front of the line, Kirei was met with disdainful glares until he breached the final wall of adult bodies to slam his palms forcibly on the oak table.

"Oranges." Kirei would smile cheerfully and point past the clerk to a man unloading two large black bags. With a heavy head, she would turn and waltz over to check the invoices before leaning down and presenting Kirei with some import papers to sign.

Claiming his prize would be met with rolling eyes from the grumpy hound who would follow the boy towards their next destination. Departing the port left the duo with no shortage of strange stares as the Uchiha meandered away, absent-mindedly tossing an orange up and down. As a privileged bourgeois Konoha rat, Kirei was well familiar with oranges, but in the Land of Water, the import fees made them much more expensive. The boy thought nothing of asking his father to send through hundreds of the things and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Secretly, from the shadows, envious eyes would watch him move.

The Alley Cat downtown looked a lot different in the light of day. Closed at these hours and surrounded by actual businesses instead of the dark and fog, Kirei felt a bit more normal about what was going on. Busy, but not overcrowded, the lane was mostly peppered with restaurants opening for lunch when Kirei arrived a little before noon. The Konoha iconography on his clothing and blonde mane would surely be enough for Chigetsu to recognize him. Truth be told, Kirei terrible about the whole thing that went down when they'd met, Kirei didn't even know the boy's name. But he'd smashed his juice, caused him to transform into some sticky abomination and for what? For his own fun running around in the dark? Nay, Kirei swore, never again would he prowl the darkness to cause mischief. At night he would endeavor to be a real ninja, or maybe a crusader of justice, he hadn't quite decided yet.

Looking especially out of place, Kirei waited in the middle of the street with one sack at his feet, and the other slung over his left shoulder. In his hand, he held a half-peeled orange from which he took the occasional bite. He wondered whether the other boy would even show, he hoped so.

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Chigetsu Hōzuki

Chigetsu Hōzuki

Dead
Orange juice was not pleasant to have absorbed into your skin. In the moment after he absorbed it all he hadn't immediately noticed it, but it would very quickly be apparent why after he left to return home. It might seem like it would be nice to be covered in the stuff, considering that orange juice is delicious. Anything that's delicious to drink must feel good to spread all over your body, right? No, that's not true at all. Oranges were citrus fruit, and nearly all citrus fruit had a good deal of citric acid in them. While this acid isn't strong enough to burn you if you would pour orange juice on your skin, it was still acidic. It hadn't exactly been poured onto Chigetsu's skin either, but rather absorbed into his entire body. There was orange juice essence flowing through his veins, lubricating his intestinal lining, and mixing together with his brain juice. The result, as he quickly discovered, was like an incense was being lit inside his lungs. Every inch of his body was in pain. The walk back to his apartment that night was most likely one of the most unpleasant in his young life. Because of how the juice had seeped into his interiors as well, it wasn't something that could be just scrubbed off with a bath. No, that would have been much too easy. Once he had absorbed it into his form it wouldn't just scrub off. The method for juice removal that he eventually found was to fill his bathtub with water and liquify within it, diluting the amount of juice that was within his system by increasing the amount of water. The entire process took hours and hours. Instead of returning to sleep as Chigetsu had originally planned after his late-night snack, he would instead spend the rest of the night scrubbing at himself and making a mess in the bathtub. It was safe to say that Chigetsu's late night visit to the vending machine completely spiraled out of control. The consequences would never be the same.  

It would only be by the morning that the pain was gone. Removing the orange juice from his body had taken the entire night and then some. Even then there would be a tinge of orange remaining in his skin, leaving the normally pale Hozuki with a glow on his skin that looked as if he had spent a bit too long at a tanning salon. At least he wasn't sticky anymore though. The scent of oranges lingered with him, if only barely.  At the point Chigetsu was though, he never wanted to see an orange again. He never wanted to so much as smell oranges again, or even see the color orange.  

Forgetting the meeting with Kirei would have been acceptable considering the circumstances. Orange bags hung under the male's eyes from the sleep that the troublesome boy deprived from him. His exhaustion was clearly apparent to all, even with how fresh and pleasantly fruity he smelled. His demeaner and posture told the tale clearly. Even with how exhausted he was, his surface appearance was as fresh as it ever had been. Nothing provoked careful attention to hygiene more than extreme and constant pain after all. Even as easy as it would have been to forget, meeting with that other boy at noon was the only thing he could think about. Over and over, Chigetsu ran through his mind what he wanted to say.

Wearing a proper outfit now, much beyond the pajamas that Chigetsu had been wearing the night before, and now with a fresh citrusy glow, the Hozuki boy was a much different character than he had been the night before. Even in his state of juice induced disorientation he knew Kirigakure like the back of his hand, and so it would not be long after the clocks struck noon that he would approach. His kunai was held tightly in his dominant hand, the normally matte black metal now coated with a film of orangey junk. While he hadn't caught the best image of the male who had surprised him in the darkness of the night Kirei hadn't made any attempt to hide himself, standing directly in the middle of the street. Immediately as Chigetsu crossed into the street he would raise his kunai, pointing it towards the other male. His grip was much too tight, with his slightly-orange fingers turning white from the pressure. With an energy that only a generous helping of Vitamin C could produce, he would scream out into the streets to make his presnece known.

"Kirei!" Chigetsu would gesture towards himself with his free hand. While not as orange as the night before the color was still present in him, completely changing the color of his normally pale skin and white hair. "Kiiireeeiiii!" The knife would be flailed about with his arm, being waved back and forth in the boy's general direction as Chigetsu screamed.  




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Kirei

Kirei


B-rank
Standing alone in the busy street while the sea of bustling citizens parted around his body and the two sacks of produce he had at either side of his feet, Kirei felt like an utter fool. Stiff ocean breeze would push at the boy's hair, freeing his covered eye from the obfuscation to which it was so accustomed. The thick burlap bags which lay in crumpled heaps, interior orange orbs shifting with the wind; Kirei's feet shuffled awkwardly, he was unsure what to do with them and increasingly becoming aware that his footing was entirely trapped by the bags which, sagging down, had covered his feet. Mind racing, Kirei's eyes darted from side to side, the dizzying pace of his frenetic analysis left him frazzled and staring dumbly into the abyss.

Maybe the dog was right? There were far too many oranges here for one or even two boys to handle. Kirei was panicking; he'd dug a hole too deep so now he couldn't get out, on the horizon he could hear the snarling of wolves that closed in, threatening to punish him for his hubris. What a fool he'd been, sending for exotic fruit, marking himself as a man of wealth when in fact his family was poor, he was the son of a crazy retired shinobi who still lived in the dilapidated Uchiha compound, lingering somewhere in the back of the mansion consumed by his isolation. Was it in his brain? The stares of passers-by, glaring at him for precious seconds while his eyes weren't entirely focused on them. They were all watching him, ready to pounce and steal his oranges for their own nefarious ends.

"Kirei!"

A voice broke the blonde from his trance, causing him to turn his head toward the source of that same disturbing cry. Chigetsu, vaguely baring the scars of the previous night's escapade, wandered slowly toward him from a distance away, waving in his hand the sharp knife he'd had the night before. Instinctively, Kirei's feet shuffled before they were met with resistance, barely nudging the sacks enough to cause a single orange to roll forward. Through a tremendous gateway of luck, each pair of wandering feet would pass by the fruit, leaving it unimpeded on its approach toward the white-haired boy.

Avoiding the flailing Chigetsu's kunai, a man would wail and stumble backwards to avoid the murderous Hozuki. This would be the foot that finally found purchase on the citrus time-bomb which crept into his vicinity. Tread met orange and the fruit immediately burst, sending a spray of acidic juice flying back towards its origin, squirts of sticky fluid coating Kirei's eyes and nose. In his surprise, with his eyes stinging, the Uchiha left his feet, hopping and nudging the sacks engulfing his feet around. His face contorted, realizing what he'd done; he came back down with squishy fruit beneath his landing and slipped. Kirei's lower body came out underneath him in spectacular fashion, spilling the contents of both his sacks in a wide radius, catching the feet of pedestrians who walked without knowing the danger. The scene unfolded in less than a second, bodies dropping left and right, collapsing like a house of cards with the Uchiha at its center, buried in a tangled heap of groaning limbs.

He should have foreseen this; what destruction a fruit can cause. Perhaps this is why they never grew oranges in the Land of Water, it was not the climate but the knowledge of what was to come. The Uchiha, in his arrogant quest to fulfil his promise, had unleashed a scourge on the Mist unlike any they'd ever known.

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Chigetsu Hōzuki

Chigetsu Hōzuki

Dead
The salty sea breeze blew against his face as he walked forward. With his white hair blown back and face coated with the light misting in the air Chigetsu took on the appearance of a crazed killer. With knife in hand and teeth bared in some representation of primal simian aggression, it was very safe to say that he might have started off by making the wrong impression. All of his normal caution had been thrown to the wind in for this moment. With the wear and tear that the night before had left him in there was no remnants of anxiety of fear holding him back, just citrus fueled rage. Chigetsu wanted nothing more than to Vitamin C Kirei meet his doom. He lived simply in these present emotions and urges he carried, letting them control his body. It was wild and unrepentant but felt so good and free. Even with the eyes of dozens on him living out what he felt inside was only liberation. Perhaps waving his knife around as if he were about to gut the other boy like a fish was a bit on the extreme side, but really it was just a way for Chigetsu to express his emotions. Hurting Kirei would be beyond the pale. Perhaps a bit of it could be excused to the fact that Chigetsu did not truly know the danger of his weapon, due to his own composition. It was a common way that Hozuki children often fought with each other, by stabbing each other with knives until one was disarmed. Usually literally disarmed. They could just put the limb right back on afterwards, anyway. Of course, Chigetsu knew that he couldn't (shouldn't?) disarm Kirei like that. He knew it deep down inside.  

The absolute mess of carnage that unfolded on the streets snapped Chigetsu out of his monkey rage though. The rest of his senses reappeared now, and only as they came back did he realize what he had been missing. The sensation of orange under his heel, squashed like a fly under his stomping. In slow motion he would notice the spurt of juice that it released, the light beginning to flood back into his jelly brain. There was nothing he could do to stop this. It was directed by fate itself, and Chigetsu simply became an observer as the actions unfolded. Backwards Kirei would hop, up and off his feet to only be caught by bulging sack he had been carrying. It was then that all hell let loose. In their crowded section of street the oranges would be set loose, out to roll as they pleased. Chigetsu knew of their danger after the night before but there was no way anyone else could have been prepared. Around them one after another fell, the spheres exploding like land mines and dropping innocents all around.  

Even with his experience Chigetsu was not safe. So close to the epicenter there was no possibility that he could be. With each explosion of citrus a burst of juice would spray out. From every direction he could be misted down. All of the hard work he had spent diluting it within his system was now destroyed. It was only in his skin now, but it would seep in deeper. Chigetsu knew. He knew all too well. Village Hidden in the Mist? Orange Mist, more like it. The scent of fresh citrus filled the air. This was bad. It would become even worse though when Chigetsu himself fell. It was not the oranges that provoked his downwards spiral but instead the dominos around him. The collapse of an adult man behind him sent Chigetsu down as well. There was nothing he could do to resist it, and so he would collapse right into the stretch of ground in front of him.

That stretch of ground was already occupied though. Kirei had fallen already. With how Chigetsu was knocked off his feet from behind there was nothing he could do as he fell on top of the other boy. Luckily for Kirei, depending on how you defined 'luckily', Chigetsu falling over him felt like nothing more than a huge bucket of water being dumped over him.  Perhaps unluckily for Kirei, that now meant that the now liquified Chigetsu completely drenched him and was soaking into the other male's clothing. With a bit of quick thinking from Chigetsu the kunai managed to be liquified as well, and by doing so he was able to avoid skewering anybody on the way down.  

With the rage gone all of Chigetsu's fear flooded back into him. This was all his fault, all of it. Shame set in at the same time as the intense burning did. Within Kirei's clothing Chigetsu was able to hide himself away. Surely nobody would notice if the boy was soaked in orange liquid, right? Kirei might, but this was a great way to escape. Motivated by guilt the melted man would whisper out an apology. A series of bubbles sprouted from Kirei's shoulder, popping out with an "I'm so sorry!" in Chigetsu's hushed voice. He would shudder, provoking a strange vibration throughout the clothing he was currently hiding inside.  



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