Shigeki was pacing back and forth, not entirely sure exactly what he was getting himself into. He had heard a rumour that the man who had killed the Hokage was coming back to the village. His name was Tame and he was a crystal style user. Shigeki wasn’t sure if he felt comfortable about meeting the missing-nin but he knew that this would help him in his ultimate plan. The deal that the two of them had made was an eye for something very special, both revered and feared. Shigeki was going to teach Tame something that only one Kanetsu had ever been ever to master, that one being him. He would teach Tame the art of Genjutsu, and he had no idea how he was going to do it. He had taught students about genjutsu in the academy but he had never actually trained someone else how to do it. He shook his head as he awaited the arrival of the missing-nin in the empty warehouse that he had recently come to take over. He had contacted Mr. Takatta, the “owner” of the warehouse, and asked him to clear out the area for the day, giving everyone the day off so that Shigeki could have his meeting.

It was a dark day outside, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the warehouse was like hammers working away at a piece of steel in a weaponsmith’s shop, something Shigeki had never personally experienced himself. He rubbed his fisnet gloved hands together and smirked as he watched the door. His black trench coat was hanging near his ankles and his fishnet shirt was showing his body off nicely. He brought his hands down to rest on his black leather pants, which were covered in buckles and chains, and tapped his booted toe on the ground. He began his pacing once more and kept his red eyes firmly on the door, his blond hair flicking back and forth as he did and his coat swishing behind him as well. How would he greet the missing nin? Would he be carrying the eye with him or would Shigeki need to retrieve it? Could he really trust someone with the reputation that Tame had? These questions were all running through his head but he wouldn’t back out of this meeting unless he absolutely had to, and as far as he could tell he really didn’t need to. His eyes never left the door as he waited for the entry of his visitor…

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