Humans, Yuzuki had decided, were decidedly uninteresting. They did the same things every day, not bothering to so much as twitch from their settled patterns, sure there were a few deviations here and there, especially with the ninja, but that was to be expected. So here she sat, watching silently for the tenth day in a row, waiting for the merchant with the lovely yellow eyes.

He walked beneath her lonely tree at exactly six o' three, the same as he had for the past week and a half. Silent as the wind, Yuzuki followed the dark head; he would isolate himself for the evening in his house, a 15 minutes civilian-walk from here, the prostitute he ordered ( the same one every day) would arrive at six forty-five exactly and keep the man company until eight the next morning. She had twenty-seven minutes to get what she needed and disappear. With a slight shimmer, Yuzuki disappeared from the trees; she walked through the front door, unperturbed, mimicking the sound of his favorite pair of heels on the floor.

"Well, well, you're early aren't you?" the merchants lecherous voice echoed down the hall. "Are you hungry my little slu- Who are you?" He demanded, the butterflies on Yuzuki's skin fluttered, making her look like a mirage, she reached out one well manicured hand to lightly touch his face. The merchant jerked away from her.

"Are you going to be one of those?" she asked quietly, "because I can't have you twitching about. You'll ruin those lovely eyes of yours. And I do so love your eyes." Her red eye spun, dizzyingly fast, "if you insist on being difficult though… freeze." The man froze, unable to move through the feeling of ice spiking through his veins, though he was still aware of his surroundings. "Now let me see those eyes." The merchant screamed. Yuzuki let him; it would be another ten minutes before anyone could hear.

With eight minutes left to spare Yuzuki placed her silver box back into her pack. The merchant stopped screaming fifteen minutes into the delicate procedure; for once his lover was late. Not that he'd need her services now. She left with nothing but a shimmer and blood spattered walls as a clue she'd ever even been there. She'd be back to the village in 26 hours 17 minutes, the last celebrants of the Kyuubi festival would have stumbled drunkenly home exactly 8 minutes earlier; perfect.