Storm opened his eyes and looked beyond the fields of Kazengakure. The heat waves caused his vision to be blurry, but he thought he saw someone moving towards the cave from afar. He stared at the figure more as it slowly came into a better view. It was a human, but that was all he could tell. Whether he was man or woman was still unknown.

As he was about to finally figure out the biggest mystery in the world, Storm became flushed with visions. Visions of the meeting, the people inside, the conversation that partook, and how his clone died. Suddenly, he became known of everything that happened within the cave.

Fury was close to infecting his mind, hatred of what the how the woman had revealed herself to everyone in the cave, but it died when the real Storm realized what the mysterious figure who walked towards the base was. A male with a devilish grin that equaled to Sheffield's. He stared at Storm, Storm stared back. Storm wasn't afraid to look at the mans eyes, but neither was the man to look at him. He grinned then shook his head, walking into the cave.

Storm stood from his feet then climbed off of the cave as soon as he could, landing gracefully on the ground at the entrance. From there he walked inside, his sandals making clacking sounds echo. He would stop walking as soon as the man started to sing, and lean against the wall silently, paying close attention to what the man would say or do. Suddenly, Storm would feel a little nervous, tensing up as he watched. The man gave off an intent to kill every single living creature next to him. Storm felt it and saw visions of every being in the room being slaughtered. He touched his face as he began to quiver, trying desperately to remain calm in the midst of this demon.

The visions ended when the man moved to the center of the room. Storm moved further inside as well, coming to rest near the entrance, on the opposite side of where Hisame stood. The Uchiha man leaned against the wall, showing no sign of fear as he did before. He was emotionless, hiding his true feeling from everyone, and he would remain that way through out this entire meeting.

"I am Naga de Serpentine, the no-longer-hidden leader of this fine organization!" The new figure said. As he continued to speak, Storm hung to every single word this man said as though his life was at risk. He mentioned his purpose for this organization, how he had a preposition to make, then threatened the members to listen closely or die. Now Storm's life was really at risk.

Lee spoke to the man when asked his desire, giving a goal that was obviously vague, then Tamashi spoke to the man, kneeling before him and asking for forgiveness. Storm watched closely to what this man would say. Would he like Lee's answer? Would he kill Lee for not giving a good enough answer? Would Tamashi die as well for approaching when not asked? So many questions, but only one answer would come.

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Sakra was busy just listening to the other members of the organization when another female entered the room. She seemed to know Storm, the one that Sakra assumed was a clone. She had a silence about her, that would most likely catch everyones attention but she could easily blend into the shadows and not be seen. Than Sheffield attacked Storm's clone making it disappear. I knew it Sakra thought as she grinned a little. Sakra than noticed Denrei began to smoke his tobacco believing that no one in the room would mind. Sakra just shrugged her shoulders. She was used to Tamashi smoking every now and than but he tried not to do it a lot when they were together.

Sakra sighed and looked down at Tamashi. Sometimes when he would lay his head in her lap she would have trouble realizing if he had fallen asleep due to the lack of eyes. The only way she would find out is when he would start to snore a little but she could tell he was awake. Tamashi would be on his guard with new people around. Sakra was ready for a fight. Her calm, happy appearance probably made others believe she's not as strong as others or could easily be taken advantage of. When in a fight though the smiles go away and the fighter in Sakra comes out. She was ready to fight for this organization. She believed in Tamashi's goal. Sakra did want to get back at her old village for blaming Tamashi when they had no proof but she herself had her own personal goals as well.

Tamashi than seemed to move and than he quickly got up and removed his robe. He grabbed what seemed to be a brown leather trench coat. He made his way to the exit, all Sakra could do was watch him leave. He said he was going  to the hidden storm village but Sakra already knew this plan. They had talked about it before the meeting. Both of them were to travel to the Hidden Storm to meet up with a merchant at the bar located in the village. But we weren't suppose to leave till later she thought. Sakra decided to stay and see what would happen with the meeting, she could fill Tamashi in later when she met up with him.

Sakra's attention turned back to the little girl, Rina. She had disappeared while she was rolling around but when she came back into the room, Rina had a different outfit on. Sakra found Rina very interesting. It was probably just Sakra's friendly side coming out. Rina than ran over to Sakra and gave her a quick hug. This made Sakra smile and hugged her back, Rina than ran down a statue. Rina seemed to feel most comfortable around Hisame and Lee. The both of them have probably been in her life the longest.

Shortly after, Sakra started to get an eerie feeling. She could feel her body become tense and sort of hard to breathe normally. Sakra had never felt this feeling before but she knew nothing was wrapped around her body, what is this she thought. From the distance she could hear a male voice singing as he came into the room. It must be from him Sakra thought afraid this person could end their lives this very second. He stood at the entrance and seemed to look at each person in the room. The feeling of death was still in the air for Sakra could feel her heart beat racing.

The man began to talk and introduced himself as Naga de Serpentine, the leader of the Ouraborus organization as he made his way to the center of the room. At least that mystery is solved Sakra thought. Her fist were clenched a little. Tamashi should be here she kept thinking. The man continued to talk, explaining the organization. He laughed after threatening to kill them and than he seemed to make the eerie feeling get stronger probably to show he wasn't kidding. He than addressed Lee and asked him a simple question. Sakra tried to concentrate on her breathing as Lee answered the leader's question. Then Tamashi came back into the room. Sakra couldn't help but feel a small warm feeling inside as he sat down next to her even with the eerie feeling still in the air.

   He than spoke out to the leader apologizing but Sakra wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do. Hopefully, the leader would not get mad with Tamashi speaking without being asked. Sakra hoped this meeting wouldn't turn into blood shed for she was looking forward to working with these members and would not want to kill any of them. Sakra could only concentrate on the man standing before them and awaited to see what would happen next. She tried to keep herself calm for she had been in life threathening situation before just never with this intense feeling. Well things have gotten pretty interesting she thought.      

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It would seem that none we willing to question Sheffield's action of dismantling Storm's shadow clone; Sheffield didn't relax, although it was pleasant to see that the new members weren't the jumpy and quick to assume kind. Sheffield had known for sure that Storm has used a clone because she had seen him in the hallway beforehand; there wasn't a possibility of accidently killing her newest ally and tool, he was currently too valuable an asset to simply throw away to emphasize a point. The point to everyone was, if they showed the slightest hint of betraying Ouroboros, she would deal with them like she had done with an older member who ha left them.

Only one of the present here knew of Sheffield's deed of slaying the now deceased Kallen Senju, a traitor to their cause. The same death would await anyone present in this room, including the Storm who was surely making his way into the room now. Even now, Sheffield carried the deceased woman's face in a bag sealed tightly for future purposes. If Kallen had contacted anyone outside the organization, they would surely come looking for her. Sheffield would take that opportunity to wear the "Mask" that was Kallen's face and impersonate the deceased traitor and deal with any possible points of contact the woman had. This was to ensure secrecy of the organization and to cover her own tracks. Sheffield had her own goals within Ouroboros and she couldn't allow any outside influences interrupt her careful plans.

The woman, Hisame, wasn't too bothered by Sheffield's action or clearing up Storm's deception. In fact, he woman seemed pleased with herself to be right- that self-pleasure was interrupted though by the young blood-covered girl. Sheffield had heard rumors about such a little girl and had recently discovered the names of the other older members, Lee, Hisame & Rina. Rina was a child that always seemed to be near or on the female shinobi known as Hisame. Out of everyone here, Sheffield liked the little girl: innocent and true to herself and her desires, no matter how messy or violent she was.

This little girl, didn't seemed to regard the deadly atmosphere of the few individuals around her that didn't care really for personal interaction. Among those, Lee and herself. Rina had walked right up to Sheffield and placed her hands right into Sheffield's bosom; Sheffield smothered a look of surprise, keeping her face neutral as she looked down to regard the little girl who was feeling up her sizable breasts and nearly pulling them right out of her leather top. Hands covered in blood, the little girl had painted Sheffield's chest with the crimson liquid.

Sheffield didn't retaliate, simply, she let the girl feel her bosom and patted the girl's head gently, half-tempted to feed her the face she had packed away. She needed that face though, so she would keep it sealed away from the girl's undoubtfully strong nose. You're a beautiful little girl Rina-dear~ But my breasts are not to be played with. she would say with a kind but unquestionable tone as she would remove the girl's hands from her shirt and licked some of the blood off the girl's fingers. She would smile and let the girl go back to her "mommy" This little girl, she has a strong motherly detachment disorder... Sheffield thought to herself and thought of the possibilities she could accomplish with a girl who had such a strong weakness as this. She licked her lips, licking the blood off her lips and then pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe the blood off her exposed cleavage.

Followed by going back to her "mother" the little girl seemed to like the idea of not wearing clothes; she had changed clothing and even peed herself once right in front of Hisame. Sheffield suppressed a smile as she saw the look of taxing mental frustration cross the woman's face. She quickly passed the girl off to Lee though, with a tasty snack, he kept her preoccupied.

Sheffield conversed with Lee as he fed the little girl the salted meat. Lee seemed to know of Sheffield: not at all too uncommon, given her famous background as an artist and singer in Tsukigakure back during her clan days. At times Sheffield cursed herself for her fame, being known by strangers was not a good thing in her eyes. Sheffield smiled at Lee, her gaze piercing through his mask as if she were inspecting his soul an contemplating whether or not she needed to kill him. It was likely a look he knew all too well. The one and the same, Lee. she didn't respond to his comment about killing allies, she knew that hadn't been the real Storm, but neither did she care of others felt hostile to her. She had her own ways of getting people to like her or manipulate them. At the most simple truth, Sheffield was true to herself and if there was one expectation they could rely on her for, it was her ability to kill without question or hesitation.

With how things were currently in the room, it wasn't dull, nor was it eventful. Sheffield cared not about entertainment, she was there simply because she wanted information about the members and to attend the meeting she was requested to. With that said, nothing could prepare her for the sensation she felt next. Probably the strongest person connected with their skills of killing, Sheffield immediately felt the change in atmosphere as the leader made his way to the room. If Sheffield had had any hair on her body besides her head the hairs on her arms and neck would be standing on end. Though Sheffield was an assassin and kept her whole body shaved to ensure that the sense of smell never gave her away unless she wanted it to.

Even so, her head turned silently, her eyes watching as a stranger appeared in the room. He was a man of stature, not necessarily physically, but in his demeanor and desire to kill. Unlike her, she could tell that this man enjoyed killing and even more so enjoyed the rush that it provided. He and her were completely different in that aspect, yet so very similar in their attitude about death: it was nothing but the simplest and more pure form of truth and happiness. Neither of them would hesitate to kill someone, even these members in this very room.

Sheffield listened to the song he sang as he approached, ushering in silence for his "grand" entrance. Am interesting tune... Sheffield had to agree to herself silently. The man was giddy with anticipation with excitement, yet very controlled in his actions. He walked to the center of the room and introduced himself as the leader of the organization. Naga, went further to explain the original goals of the organization and about this "play" of his. A manipulator it seems. Then Naga said he had another idea for them and they should all listen, for fear of being beheaded where they stood.

Sheffield was not one for idle threats, but she didn't doubt Naga was serious about lobbing their heads off. He laughed then, revealing a strong killing intent, an impressive one that Sheffield had not felt before. It matcher her own killing intent which she suppressed, if not greater than her own.

He went on though, asking them to introduce themselves and explain their reasons or desires for being here with him: Sheffield fancied the idea of him beheading those without sufficient reason. She would love to see this mysterious man active in some combat form so she could get data on him. As it stood, all that she knew was that he feared very little if anything at all, and was as two-faced in meaning as his personality was. Lee had spoken up then on being prompted, introducing himself and explaining his desire to possess al legendary swords. A worthy goal and challenge, for several such swords were in existence, including a Rankujo woman who had such a teleporting sword that showed much promise in Sheffield's own village, Tsukigakure. Whether that woman was still alive or not, Sheffield did not know. The Rankujo were a troublesome clan with short lifespan because they constantly met early deaths through violence and often their own explosions.

Next, the scene changed. The odd Tamashi, the blind Uchiha had returned. Hmm... a cigarette indeed! A fool and a liar if ever I knew one. she said to herself, suppressing the urge to sit out in disgust at the change in plans and blatant lie to each and ever member here. The blind man had knelt and was promising to protect the leader if he desired: not that Sheffield figured he would need protection. But a wise ruler would allow the fodder to break themselves on the rolling tide before meeting the shore of his domain. Brown-nosed if my eyes don't deceive me... Sheffield thought with a hint of disgust showing on her beguiling lips.

Storm had returned as his real self into the room: he had followed the leader. Sheffield smiled inward while retaining her unreadable façade of indifference. Likely, he had been meditating still when this incredibly dangerous man had approached him ad broke his concentration. Neither he or Sakra spoke up when asked to by the leader, an interesting fact. Though maybe Storm had come in after the leader asked everyone to introduce themselves and speak of their passions. Sheffield wondered if Naga would behead both of them: Sakra, Sheffield cared nothing about, but the assassin still had plans for Storm and if Naga attempted any funny business, Sheffield would intercept him.

If Naga went after Storm to  punish or tease the man for not responding according to his instruction, Sheffield would release a small burst of true killing intent and raise a hand towards Naga. If Naga had decided to attack or punish Storm by getting close to him or attacking from a distance, Sheffield would charge her Yoton chakra and release a barrage of ten black short spears to intercept the man's actions between Storm. In her own defense, she would explain herself if such happened. This one belongs to me. Is all she would say and leave it up to the leader to decide whether he understood or not what she was saying or what kind of game she was playing. In anticipation of the leader retaliating on her, she charged her own chakra just like before.

Finally it was Sheffield's turn to speak up, whether under heavy stress from possibly protecting Storm or not- Sheffield would reply in an even tone. Sheffield Onmyoton as you would know me, Enchantress of Diva of Requiems. she would give a soft bow, I desire nothing more than the complete annihilation of my own clan. she would say without missing a beat, eyeing everyone in the room and finally resting her intense eyes on Naga.

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Word count- 1,835
Chakra pool- 280

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OOC: Due to Denrei's leave, we will be skipping him in post order from now on. For the remainder of the topic, he will just be present and simply won't speak. May the order continue.

Tamashi rose to his feet after saying what he had to said to the leader of the organization. Tamashi leaped far back away from the leader and turned around to take his walk towards the entrance. Tamashi taking his lean against right beside the entrance doorway and took his indian style sitting on the floor and closed his eyelids and began to meditate as he inhaled and exhaled in a calm hum. Tamashi used his hearing and nose to pick up anything that would give him uneasiness. Tamashi would act like the scout of Ouraboros and picked up the faint hearing of a squirell gathering nuts from the distannce, to rumbling of the bushes, along with the woodpecking pecking at a near by tree branch. Tamashi was fully aware of his surroundings and continued his deep concentration. Awaiting for the meeting to start already since it has been going on this long and nothing has really happened but word exchanges and such. Tamashi hoping that the leader would acknowledge him and also continue this meeting so it would end already.

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Rina quickly took the salted meat from Lee and started to eat it slowly listening to De Serpentine ask them what they passion and goals were. She had no clue what that meant, but if it was anything like that passion fruit smooth she "bought" than it must taste good. As Lee spoke about wanting all the powerful and famous swords. She knew that it couldn't have excluded the sword De Serpentine had on him at the very moment. Rina was going to point at the sword but then Tamashi started to speak about how he went outside to smoke a cigarette and he didn't want to be rude with the smoke. In the best moment of silence Rina would stick her tongue out and make a noise that was suppose to mimic a person with gas. She did this for two minutes before running over to the decayed horse and over to Denrei who was smoking already. after doing that she walked back to sit in front of De Serpentine to listen to more passion fruit dreams. When Sheffield mentioned she wanted to destroy her entire clan Rina started to cry. She understood that to have a clan you have to have a family something she didn't have as her family is splattered all across the wall of a cabin.

Rina would rub her eyes and stretch like a dog would do before it lay down. After stretching Rina started to dig a giant hole grabbing the merchant's bag and burying it so she could play with it later. Rina would start to walk to a crevice only making it half way before falling flat on her face going to sleep. While she was sleep Rina wrapped her tails around her disappearing into a white pile of fur.