Akira walked through the desert. He had said his goodbyes to his sisters after witnessing the events that took place. There was death. Death everywhere and all around him and the survivors. It was magnificent, it was glorious, no words could describe the beauty that took place. Blessed. Akira was utterly blessed. He and his sisters were blessed by the Shinigami to have been able to witness such an event. Gifts. Gifts for him everywhere. For his patron. The Shinigami. Akira couldn't contain his excitement. Himself. His face hurt, a light pain from the smile across his face. He hummed a cheery tune. Akira was in such a jovial state of mind that he had forgotten his mission, and why he had come to Suna in the first place. Akira stopped...he felt something...he felt something inside his soul. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was...strange...very strange. He felt chakra flow. It was a weird type of flow. Excited, Akira knew what this was. It was time...time for him to receive his gift. From the Shinigami.

Akira was choking up. He used the blood sacrifice by nipping on his thumb, and placing his hand on the sand. “KUCHIYOSE NO JUTSU!!!” When he said the incantation, a cloud of dark red mist appeared. Akira backed away to get a look of the figure. It was a girl. A pretty one. Her hair was in a strange style, her bangs and forward half of her hair were in was a soft color of pink, but the other half, was longer and white, the hair on the back of her head made into cat ears, but there was a lot left for more hair to flow down to her legs. She looked around, confused. And then panicked. She peered on Akira, who had a face of amazement. They met eyes. He inched closer, holding out his hand, trying to touch her. So this...is a gift from the Shinigami. She then grabbed her scimitar, and pointed it to directly at him, the tip close to his forehead. “Where are they!?! Tell me, or your death will be a slow one!!”
“Eh...who?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know!! Ai! Suki! Kisaki! WHERE ARE THEY!?!” Akira instantly recognized those names. They were all members of a female band of female criminals. They were killed in a final stand against the law.
“They are dead. Just like you. I am going to tell you a bit of information that may shock you. You were revived from the dead, as a gift from Death Itself. But you are the only one that I am able summon right now.” She dropped her scimitar and fell to her knees. “I’m...dead?”
“Yes. And your friends too.”  She looked around herself, tears flowing from her eyes. “She grabbed her scimitar again, and pointed it at him once more. “Bring them back! You can bring me back so bring them back too!!...please...I’m nothing without them…” Akira felt his heart being pulled on, as she fell back to the ground. She should know that they are comfortably sitting with the Shinigami, but something told him that she wasn’t going to be convinced in her time of grieving. “I...can bring them back. But its going to take time...lots of time...and I can only pray to the Shinigami, the one who has given you your new body, to bring your friends back to me as summons so I can reunite you to them. But I cannot promise you anything. But I can try. But if you wish to see your friends you have to serve me as my summons for now. Okay?” She got up from her knees, and took her Scimitar. “Alright then You have yourself a deal. What’s your name?”
“I’m Akira, at your service. Well, you are at mine, but let's not get into formalities. I am going to summon you away back into my soul now. Goodbye.”
“Wait hold on-”
With that she was summoned away in a could of red mist.

An hour later Akira noticed something quite odd. There was an abundance of ninja that were walking around, socializing, talking about their days. Though there was something rather off about them. They looked tough. Too tough. And some gave Akira looks that made him feel very intimidated. The number of buildings started to increase. He was reaching towards an outer part of Suna, where the destruction is minimal compared to the rest of the Village. He hid behind a building, not wanting to be seen. He used the Summoning Jutsu once more to poof Akisu into existence. She took a deep breath but then looked around to get a better understanding of her environment. She looked at Akira with a face of frustration and rage. “No! You are not doing this! You are not going to keep summoning me in and out whenever you want. Understand me?!”

“Watch your tone. I don't think you realize th-”

“I said no! I'm alive again! Alive! And I want to know what it feels like again. For twenty four hours, you can't summon me away. Don't. I just want to be alive again.” Akira saw the look in her eyes. She was manipulating him. He knew it. She knew it. But Akira couldn't see past her reasoning regardless. He thought for a moment. She would definitely be asking him if this again. But he could use it as a reward. To condition her into complying with his wishes. Of course he could take away her free will, but Akira would rather have a life filled gift from the Holy Shinigami than a robot servant. He shook his head at her. “Alright. You have my word I will keep you on this plane of existence for twenty four hours. My absolute word. On the Shinigami.” She smiled and turned around, swaying her hair. “So. Where are we?”
“Some part in Suna. The outer reach. Where it took the least damage. There seems to be a bunch of ruffians that are…”
“Yeah I get it. You're scared. A big Ole scardy cat.”
“Considering my current level of abilities and power, I'd say I'm in the right to be fearful.”
“This reminds me of the places we used to go. The Iron Maidens. That's what we called ourselves, by the by. We used to end up in places where criminals go and either drink, have sex, and or kill each other.” Akisu spotted what appeared to be a bar, burn marks and the majority of the roof missing. It was aesthetically pleasing that the orange sky of the late day shined on it. The interior was very much intact and visible to the outside world. People would simply walk over the walls than use the door. Akisu smiled and took Akira's hand. “We're going there.” Akira couldn't help but get an unsettling feeling inside his gut. This wasn't his type of place. And he couldn't shake the feeling that he was outmatched by everyone around him. He slightly tightened his grip on Akisu’s hand. He quite instantly felt much more secure. When they walked through the near destroyed door, Akira's feelings felt far worse. There were ruffians of all sorts. A pair was in the corner drunkardly fighting each other. Akisu sat Akira down at the bar, and sat next to him. He began to wonder what she has gotten him into.

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Akira was stuck with his feelings of anxiety as Akisu herself relaxed. “Why are we just sitting idly in a place like this? Aren’t you going to partake of a drink?”

“Firstly, you just sit in places like these and enjoy the vibes.” She was speaking rather quietly in the bar, to which no one seems to care nor notice. And...I uh...have no money.” She looked down, and slightly away from Maikeru. He then raised his hand towards the waiter, and snapped his fingers. “Excuse me...waiter?” Akisu quietly yelled at Akira. “You are ruining the coolness!”

Ignoring her, he continued on. “Can you by any chance give my friend here a drink.” The bartender paused, giving Akira a long look. A look of confusion, as if he had saw someone do something utterly stupid. “Uh...yeah...coming right up…” Akira lowered his hand and smiled at Akisu. But then he felt many other patrons give him glances, and some even gave him hard stares. This made him even more uneasy than before. He leaned towards Akisu. “Um...why am I being looked at by the other patrons?”
“You stuck out too much. You are too well spoken for starters. You look kinda clean too. The only clean people that come into places like this are career criminals. Very successful one. But none of them have the same demeanor as you. They plan to rob you. On the bright side, I got a drink.” Akira lowered his head for doing something utterly stupid. “Don’t worry, because if any of these guys give you any trouble, I’ll send them to their graves.” Akira smiled, feeling an earnesty from her. “Thank you, Akisu.”

“Whatever. Even if I didn’t you would probably use my link to you to force me to do it anyway.”

The bartender came over to their table and gave Akisu her drink. She grabs the cup and gives it a gulp. “Wow...this sucks.” She sighs, and gives it another gulp. “I remember when we went to a bar, and Genzu tried to get a drink. Kisaki instantly went into mother slash protector mode, and began to lecture her on why she shouldn’t drink at her age. And she gave the entire thing while drinking one of the hardest liquor the bar had to offer.” Akira laughed a bit. She then took an even deeper sigh. It was a sad and depressing one.  “I wish...Genzu didn’t have to die. Out of all of us, I hoped she would have survived it. Kisaki went down first, you know. It was surprising. She NEVER goes down first. She was the strongest. And she did it shielding Genzu. Keeping her safe. She was especially protective of her.” She took another gulp. “Genzu was going to be an assassin specialist. She was small, and new stealth techniques.” Akira noticed her sudden change in mood. Feeling for his companion, he spoke up. “How strong was Genzu?”

“She was the weakest out of all of us. But you know the saying, your team is as strong as your weakest link? We had a strong one. But I’d say she is comparable to most Chuunin.” Akira’s eyes lit up “Chuunin? I can summon that!” She tore herself away from her drink and looked at Akire with a stunned face. “Really? You can?”

“All I need to do is pray enough for her specifically from the Shinigami and I can conjure her within the month.”

“You better hurry then. I want to see the little one.” In their excitement, neither Akira and Akisu realized that a man had begun to drag away a girl. “Hold my drink, Akira. You put me in such a great mood, I think I am going to do my good deed for the day.” She grabbed a chair and walked up to the man. He turned to her. Akisu noted how disgusting his teeth were. “You wanna have a party too?” She held the chair above her head. She smashed it against his, wood shattering everywhere. The man swayed around, until falling to the floor. Akisu, with her hands behind her back, casually walked over to him, and kicked him in the mid section. She offered a hand to the girl who had been assaulted. “Hello. My name is Akisu. I like your hair.” She smiled at her, with the back part of her hair playing a role in her comment. Akira watched with an eyebrow raised. “I suppose that’s one way to deal with a ruffian.”

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