The tea house is not far, and the capsule style restaurants loom over them. The man just a few feet away. A genius bound to destroy himself, and many others.
"Would you care to join me for lunch, Orochimaru-san?" Tsuru calls out in her sweetest lilt.
The man stops, with widing eyes as he turns to her.
What he must see, she almost giggles.
"Or would you like to play a game of tag?"
"If you win, I'll even tell you a secret," she promises, ready for the anbu to descend. Her big brother.
0o0o0
His sister is inquisitive, bordering on nosy. A trait which has kept many shinobi in business.
She was also a manipulative little shut.
Treating people like puzzles. Turning them over in her hands, this way and that, trying to figure out where they belong. How to make them fit, if all that maneuvering fails.
Pruning rounded edges as if their where flower heads, like a young Mortia Adams.
The people of course, do not appreciate this expierence.
Munashi Junpei especially.
The man unnerved by her advances in a way none of the other swordsman are.
The other men dismissing her as a child, aside from Kushimaru who seems to think his sister is his spirit animal, a strange bond forming between two sadists, and the teens bickering partner. His sister likes to deny it of course, but she never pulls her punches.
Yagura wonders if it's because Jinpachi's offended by his sister wanting to play with him, or if when the man feels her eyes on him, that primitive side of his brain lights up, and he recognizes a fellow predator. And one, with sharper teeth and a gaping jaw. Held back, by no loyalty to ideals or interest in bloodshed. The fight.
Someone who's only interest, is peeling someone's skin back to look around, and juggle their brains in her hands.
0o0o
Jinpatchi's movements are smooth, despite the destruction that will soon follow.
She tugs on Suigetsu, who's nearly bouncing as he watches the man, and his sibling fight. "We need to move."
The boy laughs. "We're out of the blast zone, Tsuru."
"For now," Tsuru acknowledges, forcing the child to the left. "You're not thinking far enough ahead though. Where will they move after that area is destroyed?"
His eyes widen. "Oh."
"You really want to get singed again?"
"Your never going to let that go, are you?" he grumbles, as she drags him along in a head lock. His struggles weak, as he relishes the close contact.
"Of course not."
Heat blooms against their backs, and Tsuru's hair is swept up, by the force of the detonations.
"Your horrible person," he says, still squirming. "I hate you."
Tsuru almost snorts.
"That's okay," she says petting his soft, snowball shaped head. Muscles pulling beneath her sleeve, Tsuru knows a scowl is threatening to envelop the boys face. He starts to slide from her grip. "I hate you too, my jiggily friend."
"I do not jiggle."
"Wobble?"