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Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

"Maybe your clan will feel that way, for you." Habiki got back to Aimi for her comment earlier after having thought about it during his brief, brief rant about getting things going. He didn't seem shy about talking about it in front of Hirro, as he continued. "It was an important move to align the clansmen more closely to Konoha, being at the core of my bloodline affords myself no literal royalties. Push come to shove, the Uchiha fight for Konoha, they might have a little bit of a hard time just giving up on me... But, rejoining with the village wouldn't have been an easy process if that level of trust couldn't be layered. They wouldn't have it if my family followed more similar structures to the main branch Hyuga family's more interesting factoids." He added to the idea a little more before looking right at Hirro and plopping his own fancy hat right onto the smaller brown haired Shinobi's head, who blinked and jumped a little at the sudden act. "And don't you read too much into that, little guy." Habiki grinned devilishly as his bangs covered his sharp eyes slightly, casting an ominous shadow over his face.

"R-right." Hirro would stutter, showing that he was no stranger to lacking confidence or the energy on multiple occasions to just say words the way he imagined. Habiki would leave the hat on the boy's head as he turned with a bit of a shrug in his shoulders. "I don't know about any given records, we're already one day into this mess as it is. Surely there are faster missions." He tried to reason and be pragmatic with one of Aimi's comments before smiling to her. His look would linger before he started taking the steps that lead to the village nearby. "Come come, my underlings. It's time we practice playing nice and not using genjutsu to get your way despite how tempting it might be! You can leave some of your stuff behind, odds are we're probably walking back this way whether he says yes or no."
 
Aimi nodded when Habiki spoke. The Hyuga clan was protective of all its members. Well, the branch family less so, since it was a long held belief that the branch family protect the main one. Aimi personally thought it disgusting the way that the main family treated the branch family, but relations had gotten better over the last 10 years or so from what she had observed. She raised her eyebrows when she saw Habiki place his hat on Hirro's head. She wondered what he was up to. Aimi dropped one of her bags in her 'room' after walking back into the cabin, it was the one that carried the bulk of the food and cooking items. She had little snacks hidden all over the rest of her bags. She walked right back out, still smirking on the inside when he mentioned not using genjutsu to get their way. Oh, didn't she know all about that. She was a gifted genjutsu user. She preferred not to make full on illusions, she preferred to use it in her words, 'compelling' people to do what she wanted them to do. Not a very ethical thing, but it sure as shit sped things up.
 
Snakes were no strangers to genjutsu, from what Habiki remembered overhearing. Thankfully, he had yet to face a Snake summoner shinobi on the battlefield and Aimi has somehow managed to not unleash a wave of smaller snakes over his body by now. Habiki figured that since his biting and use of other bat sage features crept into their love life here and there, that Aimi would include a literal snake somehow. But, Habiki was quite comfortable with her split tongue, and the way her speech altered in her snake mode, and her scales that changed based on her emotions, all together that really got Habiki going. In fact, Habiki was quite glad to be leading the pack as he grew quite erect and bothered as he thought about his princess, naked in his arms and whispering sweet snake sage-y nothings into chest as she licked his skin just because she could with his fingers barely tracing her scales on her back and cheek. Ugh. How was he going to survive this mission if this was all he could think about? They were vulnerable to a sneak attack when they made love, but Habiki was slowly losing his mind.

In any case, there wasn't really much of a clearing or space that indicated the end of the forest and the opening to the village they traveled too. Sooner than expected, and almost entirely without a crack of light in the thick forest walls they'd step right into the village. As if it was an illusion, the forest practically ended on a very thin line and a whole host of modern and not-so modern living spaces occupied a fairly decent chunk of land before a hill with a windmill upon it. Beyond the hill was even more estates and large farmlands. The sky about the village was a bright baby blue with sunlight that was practically jarring for the nearly budding bat sage Habiki, his hand covering his eyes like a visor. His hat still on Hirro's head didn't have such a thing, so he didn't reach for it. There were more older people than young people about, doing their daily chores as an older male and female approached them. The female was moderately round and the male was ghostly thin as they approached Habiki.

"Ah, Habiki-san." The older female spoke, clearing with some sort of respect to Habiki. As if he was teaching her something. Either that, or they weren't as familiar with honorifics as other people. "Did you find what you were looking for all right?" She continued, the older man simply giving the three a wave as he stood nearby, silently.

"Yes. It's safely within my possession, now. We're heading to the inn. It's urgent, Please forgive me." Habiki spoke back to her, himself being rather familiar with the people of the village and showing it clearly in the way he spoke and his body language. As though these two were a pair of grandparents he spoke to once a year. Habiki moved on pass these two as they turned their attention partly to Aimi and Hirro in case either of these two needed something. But, not staring the two younger shinobi down as if they expected their time or something creepy like that.
 
Aimi liked cuddling with Habiki when they were enjoying each other's bodies in Sage Mode. Since reptiles were cold blood, she just enjoyed curling up against his very hot body. Even in her normal human form, her body temperature ran lower than everybody else's did. All she really wanted to do right now was cuddle with him. Take a vacation with him. Just have alone time with him. Was that so much to ask for? He so did enjoy her serpentine tongue working over his body, and she enjoyed the fact that he liked that tongue. If the mission got interesting, which she doubted would, he'd get to see more than just scales and a tongue. It'd get nice and ugly if she entered her second stage. That or if she didn't bother, she'd just summon her personal summon. Her summon liked eating Aimi's enemies, and Aimi was more than happy to let her eat the shinobi she defeated. Both of them got to cause lots of damage, so it was a win-win situation. They continued on walking until they came upon this really nice looking little village. It looked nice and peaceful, both modern and non modern buildings mixed in. The sort of place to start a family like the Leaf. She let Habiki do all the talking, since the two people who approached him seemed to know him. Aimi averted her gaze from these two people and she and Hirro walked past them, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. Hopefully the clinet wouldn't need much convincing to go early. Though to be fair, she'd be thrilled if she got a chance to 'compel' the client to hurry up.
 
Even now as Habiki was just his longer stride ahead of his fellow shinobi, he found himself slipping between reality and his imagination. All of the various things he needed to experience with Aimi slipped right into the front of his brain and played just behind the thin outer shell of his cold and wicked eyes. His body was warm, but he only needed eye contact to freeze someone's soul in place and blend their brain into a gushy mess within a blink. At least momentarily, that is. Genjutsu wasn't easily a permanent effect, even with such a disgustingly transcended pair of eyes that were born of the purest blood and shaped in the fire of a one man war that for the longest time has been aimless.

He'd enter the Inn first and narrow his eyes as he examined the immediate dining area and the check in counter near the back that was framed by a flight of stairs twisted in a pattern to form a staircase and a pair of halls on both sides. "He's... Still sleeping, I think." Habiki spoke just barely glancing over his shoulder to Aimi. Habiki stepped forward first, again before approaching the reception desk and hitting the bell, but nobody was at the desk.
 
Aimi wasn't too happy when she saw that the client wasn't up and ready, and even less happy upon seeing that there was nobody at the front desk. No one came even after Habiki hit the bell, and that bell was pretty fucking loud, too. She spoke,"What shall we do then? Wake him up or ring the bell some more till service gets here?" Either option was acceptable to her. But really, it was poor form to leave the desk abandoned. If potential customers had to wait too long they'd leave and go elsewhere. As much as she dearly wanted to knock on the client's door to wake him up, she knew it wasn't the best idea considering he might not even want to leave today, or even want to be woken up. That and she didn't want to set a bad example for Hirro. It was frustrating. All the things she wanted to be doing versus the things she needed to be doing. This mission felt dead as hell, and she didn't like it. She wanted action and excitement.
 
The whole situation was rather off putting. Like when art depicts a morphed and distorted human form. There's a natural gut-wrenching sensation involved with the vaguely familiar and yet disturbingly off simultaneously mixing together. Just like when the human mind tricks itself into believing family and lovers aren't actually themselves, imposters wearing the faces of those who are meant to protect and cherish to instead inflict harm. And the way Habiki's eyebrows wrenched upward as he took in such a scene at this hour within this Inn he used to stay himself, there couldn't have even been a pin dropping within the silence. That is, until Aimi spoke. And despite her average volume and tone, it partially startled Habiki beneath his skin. His head slowly turned to her and he'd force eye contact with the look on his face. "Where is Hirro?" He spoke just beneath his breath as just out of the corner of his eye, where Habiki felt the vibrations of the younger and more naive shinobi, and there was nothing but empty space. Almost as if Habiki was already stressing or if he were wiping sweat from his brow, his hand rose to his face as he started to shift his bangs with his long fingers. "This isn't what appears to be..." His deep voice rolled just as his hand came down and his eyes opened between his spread fingers to reveal the very same eyes Aimi's chakra so graciously granted him. The whiteness that could swallow consciousness and the swirling black tomoe that practically blurred and blended as they were preparing to cast a spell and rip the soul from reality itself. His eyes, now truly evolved and ready to perform had immediately penetrated the veil just as Aimi's byakugan would.

There, behind the counter and just behind them stood the lifeless corpse of the reception woman and the nearly lifeless statue of Hirro as they seemed to have been paralyzed completely and blanketed from regular vision nearly completely. However, something long and scaled ran along the walls and the ceiling. There was almost no doubt in Habiki's mind that his honed sensory abilities from his sharingan allowed him to follow this blur to some extent faster than Aimi's eyes could. "A summoning... That's an oddly shaped and curious uhm... Bearded dragon?" He spoke a little more confidently as he watched it and saw that it was more afraid of them. Almost instinctively avoiding their bodies as though it knew they were more imposing thanks to the nature chakra they could pull in.
 
Aimi didn't like this. It was far too quiet. Bad things happened when you ignored the quiet, or didn't notice the quiet until it was far too late. When Habiki asked where Hirro was, she was about to say that he was right behind her, but then she didn't see him. She immediately activated her Byakugan, something was terribly wrong. She then properly smelled her surroundings, wrinkling her nose when she smelled a dead body. She could see the body behind the desk because of her Byakugan, and then she saw a completely paralyzed Hirro. Her eyes followed the blur, and she noticed the bearded dragon, nodding when Habiki said the right name for the creature. She noted it seemed to fear them, but she was confident she could get information from it. Afraid of them as it seemed, she was more likely to get it to talk because bearded dragons and snakes were reptiles, and her Sage form was a snake. But another concern was this. Was the client even still here, even still alive?
 
Now Aimi's nod was curious to Habiki. Maybe a little moreso than it's bizarre speed and strange effect on the lady at the counter and Hirro. Habiki didn't think it was possible to identify such a little speed demon mid-blur without the ocular precision his sharingan brought to the table. Perhaps Aimi's eyes were hiding a tinge more potency than she ever led on. In either case, their babies should definitely not need glasses at the very least. Habiki smirked now as his sage mode rippled through his body like a tidal wave. Even though it was always at his finger tips, such a power was always like lightening through his muscles and thunder in his ears. Almost as soon as he could move, he vanished and appeared in front of the creature with one of the tables within his palms, mid-air. Startled further, the lizard scrambled in place with it's smaller appendages keeping it clung to the ceiling. It'd show it's teeth with a his of fear before launching a jet of white fluid from glands behind it's fangs. The damn thing was like the size of a lion, but twice as long! It was a miracle it didn't bust the roof while clinging to it.

In a snap reaction, Habiki twisted the table before letting it catch the fluid instead. He'd saved himself, but from what sort of fate? Being a statue? Or worse? Before gravity even began to pull the Uchiha prince downward, he twisted and slammed the big lizard's jaw shut with an upward slicing kick. The pair both falling now, but Habiki falling faster as though he weighed more, would both reach the ground quite quickly enough. The fearless man landing on his feet seconds before the summoned creature's back slammed into the floor. Triumphant, Habiki practically appeared at the bearded dragon's head, pinning it's large maw shut with a single hand before digging his own fangs into the beast. In just moments, the beast's eyes mirrored Habiki's and it calmed down. Just as Habiki stood, Hirro and the reception desk lady were released. The pair both falling, but with Hirro landing to his side and sucking in air.
 
As son as Habiki moved, on went the first stage of Aimi's Sage Mode. His speed never failed to amaze her. Habiki was fast with taking it down, all before she could move. In just mere moments, Habiki had collected the fluid the beast had spat at him, and a few more moments after that, he had the beast subdued, calmed down. Aimi didn't move to help Hirro or the lady, but instead she moved towards the beast, and she started to speak. It wouldn't be a language that Habiki would know, this was a language shared by reptiles. Her voice was soft and gentle, not the usual sort of tone she would take when interrogating a being,"Who are you? Why are you here? Who summoned you?" Her voice didn't hold any accusatory tone to it, only genuine curiosity. Her fingers gently stroked along the bearded dragon's scales, further putting it in a good mood. She was an effective interrogator, she knew exactly how to get answers that she wanted, and she knew harshness and cruelty wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Her scales were blue, well, baby blue, for she was quite calm.
 
While not perfect nor precise, Habiki's possession could compel the beast to spit up some form of response. But, because it wasn't full and true compulsion, defiance was very much a possibility. He had more practice using it on humans, and even they had a relatively easy time figuring out they were under someone else's influence and working counter to his plans. Even still, either despite Habiki's influence or in part because of it: The creature loosened little sounds from its throat in response. "Afraid. Don't touch. I don't belong here. Afraid." He reluctantly responded to the human woman touching his scales while looking away. His body showed signs of distress, but much like their conversation, he couldn't understand or even attempt to comprehend a second of it. It was likely entirely Aimi's touch that made the creature talk. "No contract. Why am I here? Home. I want to be home. Afraid." He made more sounds while Habiki wasn't looking at him, mostly because Habiki was practically considered a predator to this creature's instincts. And for good reason. In any case, Habiki was happy that it wasn't thrashing about and Habiki turned his attention to their third wheel.

Helping Hirro up, Habiki pinched his heavy breathing cheeks while scanning his face with the mighty ominous eyes Aimi helped him evolve. "Well... At least this guy isn't dead." Habiki muttered with partially narrowed eyes and a frown.
 
When the creature requested she stopped touching it, she complied, but she continued talking to it. She softly spoke, continuing the hissing,"Tell me why you are afraid. Tell me what you remember last before you came here. Tell me where your home is." She didn't like seeing the creature so distressed, and she wanted to do everything she could to ease its soul. If she could get an answer from the creature, then she could help him go home. She continued,"Tell me what you know, and I'll try and get you home and safe. I don't like seeing anybody in the state your in." Aimi had such a sweet and kind nature behind her word, it was nigh impossible to not trust her. She would do whatever she could to help the creature, that much was certain.
 
Habiki was mildly off-point when it came to how concerned and caring with this beast she seemed to be. He was only guessing that they were having a conversation, because his Sage Mode didn't grant him any language abilities himself and there wasn't a way for him to know she had such a trait at her disposal. It was keen of a ninja to keep something of their talents in the bag so that enemy ninja couldn't attempt to counter a special move or skill. Speaking of enemy ninja, Aimi was a whole different woman in that situation. She was just as bloodthirsty as Habiki should be if he didn't attempt to control himself to this extent. To this creature, she was as motherly as he'd hope she'd be, though perhaps a little moreso, for their children. In a way, Habiki always thought their genes would respond better to a trial by fire than band-aids and booboo kisses. It'd remain to be seen how they'd perform as parents, but Habiki was more than comfortable with the stance that they'd do a damn good job. This duo was incredibly competent at almost anything they set their minds and hearts too. They were do-ers. They prevailed, no matter what. And yet, as Habiki turned his eyed to the young Hirro scrambling to his feet as he caught his breath, this one was fairly underwhelming compared to these two. Perhaps if this was one of those books by Naruto's sensei, the pervy one, Hirro was supposed to be that sort of underling that reminded him of when Aimi and himself was that age. This wasn't even remotely the case for either of the wiser and just-barely older shinobi. They weren't ugly ducklings. They didn't necessarily try to succeed, they just sort of did. From Habiki's perspective, anyway, they climbed the mountains in their way. They saw almost everything. Compared to mere humans like Hirro, Habiki and Aimi were practically stepping beyond the barrier of being simple mortals.

In any case, Habiki's trail of thought was almost entirely usurped by his supreme annoyance at not being able to understand what was happening. He was even considering a means of stealing even this ability from Aimi so that he wouldn't find himself sitting on the figurative bench with Hirro. Even in this short passing moment. For a short moment, Habiki's lack of concentration nearly let the possession slip over the creature as it'd hiss in a manner that'd directly translate to normal aggravated hissing from any given lizard and it's limbs rotated just a bit and it'd toss it's head about a little. However, Habiki's eyes would appear to narrow as he glared directly into the eyes of the bearded dragon before it'd return to the nearly docile state that Habiki's eyes and bite put it under. As it tried to regather it's focus and remember her questions, it's eyes would spin in place, the mirrored tomoe inside it's white eyes that were indicators of the way Habiki controlled this beast much like how Madara affected the Kyubi, were looking all around much too quickly to take in the environment realistically. "The Peaks of Immortality-Where all dragons rest." It finally got back to Aimi as it tried to remember what she asked before the berserking nature had forced it's way to the surface a moment prior. "A man pulled me here with a jutsu without a contract. I cannot return, not like this. Contract. Afraid. Let me go home." It started complaining more, clearly distressed to the point of not being straightforward and verbose in it's responses, it must have been quite disconcerting to be in an unfamiliar place without a trusted human they were familiar with to anchor them. Aimi and Habiki were both bound to the Snakes and the Bats respectively, but Hirro was a prospective and capable Chunin in his own right who bears no connection to any other summoned creatures.

The paleness of the brown-haired male was quite notable, it was so clear that he wasn't feeling well after having his respiratory system locked down so forcefully. And yet, he stood once more beside Habiki as the males both watched from the sidelines.
 
Aimi's eyes grew wide when the bearded dragon mentioned where his home was. So the place was fucking real, the Peaks of Immortality. It was a legend amongst those who were Sages and those who were summoning animals. She nodded, and spoke ever so kindly,"Hirro, come here. Do you know how to make a summoning contract? If you do, make a contract with this one here and allow him to go home. Some jerk summoned him here with no contract so he can't go home." If this worked, they could get the dragon home safely, and Hirro would have a new ally. And if everything really went well, and he decided to pursue it, he could become a Dragon Sage if it was even remotely possible. If it was possible, it would take lots of time and training, but Hirro would become something pretty fucking spectacular. It was a pity he couldn't remember who summoned him, but that was something to investigate later. She didn't think she'd get any more information out of him, he seemed really agitated even with Habiki controlling him to a degree.
 
Habiki noticed a curious shift in the room as Aimi addressed Hirro. Despite his great senses and general knowledge of summoning animals, Habiki didn't follow even a little bit of the conversation between Aimi and the bearded dragon. Not knowing what the creature told her that lead her to this decision just wasn't a comfortable position for Habiki. What was really going on? What if he wasn't able to protect her from some terrible fate just because he couldn't follow this strange language? In either case, regardless of his health, Habiki was envious of Hirro. Not for the chance to land a summoning contract with the bearded dragon along with a shot at visiting the home of dragons, but because of how naive and careless this boy was allowed to be. The fate of the world around him didn't rest on his shoulders. In any case, Habiki looked away and folded his arms, resting with his back to the reception desk. "I cannot compel our resident dragon here to engage in a contract with Hirro. I'll have to let him free and we'll just have to hope he doesn't drop anybody, or at least remembers what he's doing." Habiki spoke as he displayed some of his annoyance with his tone unintentionally. He'd rest his hand on Hirro's back before shoving him forward so that the ragdoll-like shinobi would be at his knees before the now visible majestic creature, his eyes lighting up as he slowly started to actually register Aimi's words and rhe situation at hand. "If you hurt anyone, my eyes will be the least of your worries, dragon." Habiki spoke darkly as he blinked away his evolved eyes to his normal onyx pair and the link was broken.

To Habiki's surprise, the Bearded Dragon rolled onto its legs and even seemed to sit upright with a little time. The creature's majestic aura grew further as he seemed to gather himself much like Hirro did. The duo quite successfully anchored themselves out and looked to each other. As the Bearded Dragon began to open it's mouth, a slightly deeper, rougher and yet oddly civilized voice with human words escaped him. "Are you ready, boy?" In a way it was intense in it's disdainful mirroring of the way Habiki spoke, making Habiki drop his attitude. In another way, it was as though this creature was very familiar with the human language. Hirro nodded, and to this, the bearded dragon brought it's front claws together. "Repeat after me. Put your heart in it." The dragon spoke again, Hirro following the signs as the dragon repeated them again and again until the pair visibly synced and they were both whisked away in a puff of smoke.
 
Aimi nodded when Habiki spoke, it was a risk they were going to have to take. She made a face when Habiki shoved Hirro, and was about to chide Habiki for saying such a thing to the dragon, but then she heard the dragon speak the human tongue. His voice was a sound lovely to the ear. Not lovely the way Habiki's voice was, but still pleasant to the ear either way. She whistled when Hirro and the dragon vanished, and she spoke,"He has a powerful ally now and great potential to grow powerful. All the better for him." Now, all they had to do was take care of their client, and she spoke,"Shall we get back to the reason we actually came here, beloved?" Another reason she was glad Hirro was gone was because now she and Habiki could be more free showing about their love for each other. She let the Sage form melt away, having no more need for it.
 
Part of Habiki had nearly forgotten that they could be much more open about their love when Hirro was gone. The man practically accepted that he was going to have to be extra patient throughout the whole mission. It had been years and years since he felt so cramped inside his gut, practically sick with how much discipline he had to endure to not just push Aimi up against a wall with his body and take her right there at any given moment. Hirro being around was the reason he had to be so much more withdrawn, but now that the boy was gone he'd almost miss him. There was just emptiness where the boy was before. "That is assuming they actually went to the right place or if Hirro is even going to be accepted to seal the contract. They are dragons, after all." He spoke much more softer with just Aimi as he made his way for the front door they entered. "I searched for the client before with those eyes of mine. There isn't a single other living human in the building, but I didn't find his corpse either."
 
"Not our problem now is it my beloved?" she slyly replied when he spoke of Hirro. She made a face when he mentioned that he couldn't find the client, but there was a strong possibility that he wasn't dead either. There was still hope after all. Though at the same time, they were early after all, there was a chance he was out doing other things at the given moment. She placed her left hand in his right, knitting their fingers together as they made their way out the front door. Her attention was now solely his. She spoke, voicing her thoughts,"He may be out and about in town doing things, aren't we early coming to the village, after all?" Though there was the strong possibility he was dead. Another strong possibility was that he was out of their visual range, which could possibly explain why they couldn't find him. But still, if they couldn't complete the mission, it'd look very bad on them, and she didn't want her reputation to be tarnished.
 
Leave it to Aimi to make Habiki smile on the inside when all he could find was reflections of his of his own frown. Something was weighing on him that he's forgotten, but he couldn't shrug it off and it was beginning to bother him. It didn't help that he knew the people of this place and seeing them slain so freely and immediately the moment their mission involved other people certainly wasn't a good sign or a happy-emotion for Habiki either. It helped, though, feeling Aimi take his right hand with her left and weaving their fingers together. He'd immediately tighten a grip on her hand, like he needed her and showed it without looks or words, with no diminished meaning or severity. And yet his eyes returned to their heightened state, the evolved version of both of the dojutsu wrapped into one, the moment he stepped outside of the door with Aimi.

"I hope that's the case, but I do wonder how we're going to explain the deaths of those civilians if he don't figure out where that summoned dragon came from." He responded rather seriously despite brushing the back of her hand with his thumb. "It's not like we're immune to an investigation. And given my current situation with the Anbu crawling about making sure I'm not snooping too much, I'm sure someone is looking to abuse a position of power to do something malicious." Habiki didn't seem to be too phased by these details, not even caring to whisper them in private now as he illustrated what when on in his head. He wasn't afraid of being cuffed and thrown behind bars. No. Habiki was concerned what he'd do for his own freedom. The enforcers that have no place in his fight would be in harm's way should they be instructed to bring Habiki in. And Habiki wouldn't have to think to kill them. It's in his blood, his muscle memory. He could turn the brain off and delve deeply into his Sage Mode and ravage the bodies of countless shinobi without a care in the world about the symbol on their forehead protector or the face beneath it either.

"Do we... Have to hunt him down now?" He broke the attitude he wore that was all business earlier, lifting Aimi's hand to his face as he pressed his lips to her knuckles individually. "What's the harm in taking a moment to ourselves?"
 
Aimi slowly spoke,"I want to understand why anybody summoned the dragon with no contract. There's so many things that can go wrong with that." When he lifted her hand to his face, kissing her knuckles, she softly spoke,"We have some time to ourselves, right?" This was a damn mission, they should be having a moment to themselves, even when factoring in they were very early being here. The temptation was incredible though, and she wanted to spend every moment of her free time with him. The proper thing to do would be to hunt the client, but it would be more difficult since he didn't seem to be within the visual range of their dojutsus. The fact that he could turn from business to quiet never failed to amaze her. When he was in business mode, he was rather stiff, inflexible. But right now, he was a quiet lover. She liked all sides of him either way.
 
Habiki hid his face momentarily with their hands and weaved fingers as he pressed his lips to her knuckles, his eyes resting on her as he did this and listened to what she had to say. In a position like this, with her knowing exactly what he was and what he could do, allowing him to do this was a big sign of trust. That is, at least, he figured she was very well aware of how scary his eyes could be if she didn't trust him with this range and her own hand covering his face and hiding any given ambitions. He wasn't intentionally testing her like this, in fact, it didn't make sense for her to not trust him. Habiki just worried about a day that a ninja would seek to replicate him closely enough to get in range of Aimi. Her senses were powerful and the instincts connected with her Sage Mode would surely route out even the best replicas. And yet, they lived in a world of the grossly talented and between countless unimaginable kekkei genkai and other various abilities passed down with genetics, it wasn't hard to imagine that a ninja could one day completely trick all of such senses. For those like Hirro who had to rely entirely on his gut alone, such raw talent wouldn't make any difference. It was a complete guess anyway. To Habiki, and hopefully Aimi, it was a double-edged sword to have such potent and effective techniques. Relying on them alone could mean their swift death. And it was no secret that Aimi and Habiki were great assets to the Hidden Leaf. Evening out the playing field wasn't as easy as just raising a more powerful next generation in another village. No. Assassination could surely take place and it'd remove these powerful assets and their effects on the field much more swiftly. Habiki and Aimi should always have their minds sharpened, their wits about them.

He lowered her hand, the raw thought of where their advanced sensory techniques and instincts having only taken place over a mere moment before he wore a genuine smile for her. "Maybe the intent wasn't to summon such a creature at all? Summoning without a contract is the way most ninja begin their journey to becoming more fully-fledged ninja since it'd transport them instead. I can't think of a way a shinobi could summon a creature they don't have a connection or contract with intentionally and keep the thing around without some form of time limit. There were lots of rules involved with summoning that was rebuked in this case, quite clearly. Whether the intent was there or not, I'm firm in saying there was malpractice here. At least, in some instance." He described his line of thought before leading Aimi through the village as her guide. This time less like the head of their own shinobi group on a mission, and more entirely like a close companion given the way he held her hand and moved much less forcefully. He wasn't a torrent of wickedness like he was before, and it seemed like he was leading Aimi directly to a sweets shop. "You know how other ninja are. Always striving to do more than we can. It's hard to find a moment to take a break without front-loading our own responsibilities and carving our own space to breathe. Like I did previously."
 
Aimi smiled when he kissed her knuckles. It was such a sweet and loving gesture, a romantic gesture of long ago times. She softly spoke,"You are absolutely perfect, Habiki. I'll never stop saying it. She sighed when he lowered their hand. She had a thoughtful look on her face when he began talking about his theory, his words were good food for thought. Her eyes lit up when he took her to the sweets shop, she absolutely loved getting candy. All words were lost to her when she saw the candy. Her younger relatives in the clan would go nuts if they saw the sweets here, you couldn't find the stuff in Konohagakure. She properly registered that Habiki was talking to her, and she spoke,"I spaced out for a moment, I apologize for not paying attention. The sheer amount of sweets easily beats anything the shops back home have." Now distracted from the sweets, her thoughts finally returned to the topic of summoning. She adored her summon from the place where the snakes lived, and they all cared for her very much. Her summon was like a sister to her. She only hoped that the poor bearded dragon was okay now. Not many people got to see this side of her, the sweet, innocent child like side of her. This side was something only her summon and Habiki would see. Aimi had many faces, but select few would get to see only certain ones.
 
"If you lost hope in me, I'd have nothing left of value in my eyes." He replied while looking to her after her comment. He didn't see his mood before as wrong or possibly off in any fashion when he pushed Hirro and spoke harsher words to the dragon. Like it or not, innocent people died to that dragon. It was a philosophical argument whether it was the dragon's fault for being here or being afraid or confused, but Habiki just didn't have the patience or concern. This place was once just as much of his home as Konoha. The villagers here could have easily have been his family outside of the uchiha for quite some time. And Hirro getting his lazy ass got like that was definitely more annoying than anything. Habiki just wasn't going to be patient and turn a smile for that duo. They'd have quite some way to go before redeeming themselves in his eyes. That being said, Habiki didn't begrudge Aimi for her kindness towards the dragon. It was entirely arguable whether the dragon was to blame, after all. And he didn't hate to see her taking care of something in such a fashion. Especially when all he had to compare it too, outside of how she was with him, was how little life meant to her in terms of enemy ninja. It wasn't a wrong position, he did the same thing. She was just incredibly cold... Just like him. They wouldn't give these two a moment of reflection before trying to sink a kunai into their throats. Why should Habiki and Aimi give them extra time to reconsider?

He wrapped his arms around her, his big strong arms looping her belly and her hips as he would rest his neck over her shoulder and eye over the sweets before her. Habiki had a tongue more suited for seafood and savory/spicy foods, sweets were always a little overwhelming for him. But, that didn't mean he was blind to what would make his Aimi smile. With the threat seemingly taken care of, for now, Habiki relaxed and let his eyes return to normal as he eyed over the display with Aimi and waited for the candy shop man to show himself at the check out desk. Habiki knew he was alive and in the building because he used his eyes to look over the whole village, more or less. But, he considered that it was quite early and perhaps the old man was just napping. So, he took this time to get his body right up against the backside of his lover as he tried to suck in her warmth in exchange for his own. "You don't need to apologize, princess." He spoke to her much more softly, even though his voice was deep and it'd still not be quite as soft as Aimi's voice. There really was quite a display of various candies. From sweets to chocolates to literally almost anything that was mostly sugar and it was arranged so expertly with colors cascading and varying from very fresh to treats that were probably made the night before but had a much better shelf life. "Let's just enjoy this time without that goof of a third-wheel, and then I'll summon someone who can find that stupid client of ours real quick-like."
 
Aimi was always looking for something to munch on, be it something sweet, salty, crunchy, or something different. Her willingness to try new things, and her great appetite for food made her good friend with Chocho Akimichi and the Akimichi clan in general for a reason. Besides, something had to fuel her, be it a small snack or a large meal. Now that they were in the shop, she was happily buzzing around, looking at the wonderfully put together displays of sweets and snacks. She sighed happily, enjoying how he was right up against her back, and she spoke,"Yes, we'll have fun. See any snacks here you want?" There was so much more than just candy, there were snacks of many varieties and flavors. it was hard to decide on just one thing, even though she knew full well she'd get more than just one thing. It was nice to be here. Nobody from the Leaf to bother them, they had all the privacy they could want. She spoke, her tone one of pure curiosity,"How far can your bats go when tracking a being?"
 
Habiki ate less than Aimi for sure. This wasn't a good or bad thing, especially since they were both incredibly healthy. In fact, it remained possible that she simply had more room to grow as a shinobi thanks to the building blocks she invited into her body and the clear work she put in to maintain an impeccable body that aroused him so greatly. When he hit his peak in age, it was possible that he'd have to stomach years and years to come with her being the physically dominant member of the partnership. And that was potentially a big deal, if he wasn't mature enough to give up his complexes at that point. It was difficult to give up that little part of him that always wanted to be on top. It was his drive as a Shinobi that made him who he was, after all. What he was. Could Aimi deal with him then? A grouchy late-twenties mid-thirties something while she's soaring into the heavens with her limitless potential? He bet she could. "I'm really feeling something more like a round two of supper last night, personally. That, or sushi. I'd take those delectable little food folds of savory, spicy and the flavor of the sea on a filling little bed of rice... Especially if I could nibble them off of your naked body." He whispered the last line for just her ear, suspecting the older man that ran the place would probably be coming downstairs at around this time. "If I had a sample of their blood, I could reverse summon anyone i wanted with the help of one of my bats. But, if I'm tracking someone, I imagine that'd not necessarily usually in the cards. Yes?" He mused briefly with a very light brag about his abilities before getting serious about the question. "The possibility of escaping my bats depends largely on how much I know about my target, and the time I have to prepare. Ultimately, a network operating entirely upon my own chakra and thousands of smaller bats and an intense connection to vibrations and the smallest ripples caused by them could be summoned should I not be expected to have to follow up after. Such an expense could quite effortlessly find most shinobi spanning potentially infinite stretches of land. But, that's unreliable if I have to use it over both large stretches of open land and also within busy and loud villages. There's ways to see it in effect and quite easily counter it should I attempt to peak into a place like the other hidden villages. And the larger practices of such a technique would very quickly leave even myself as a shell of a man for a few days." He spared no detail on this last one, explaining the larger version of the technique he put into minor use with Hirro and Aimi not so long after they left the village to keep an eye on them as he took off quickly for the second checkpoint.
 
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