Konohagakure was a flourishing village, the previous leaders prior to the Medical Sennin laid down a sound foundation that yet to quake and crumble; truth to be told she was unsure if the thought of collapse within the realm of possibility until recent times. Lurking on the outskirts of the gates an unknown force threatens the well being of the youth and uprising generation to surface. Sharpened deadly steel poses to strike at a moments notice and tensions between the community become far more patronizing than previous years.
Despite the looming facts, the moss hair leader was hellbent on pardoning himself to once more journey to find himself for the umptheenth time. Nails begin to dig into the flesh of her palm, in response tundra orbs dart between the newly crowned advisor and her co-hokage to be. Had the entire village gone into a state of madness? Yukio had begun to become an entirely different individual than the shinobi she once felt immense happiness radiate between. Swiftly he chalked up the entire event as a norm, to place trust in one who continues to disappear and reappear at later points in time and leaving Mikasa in a state of disbelief.
Raven locks sway to and fro as he the Hyuuga pardons himself and departs from the Hokage office, meekly her ungloved hand stretches outwards as a means to halt his progression and garner his full attention to no avail. His broad shoulders had become foreign, his demeanor no longer than teenage ANBU personnel conflicted with following the path of a singular unit of shadows. Why was it that each and every individual her digits caressed, Takeshi's tainted in response? "Yukio-san..." her vocals a mere shell of her normal radiance, moisture threatening to gather and cascade onto the luxurious carpet she stood upon.
Shaking her head, her negative emotions are held at bay as the Main Branch Sennin begins to explain the logic running through his mind. Initially the kunoichi is stunned, how clueless could one possibly be and how forgiving can one truly amount to be? "You state that you wish to speak to Takeshi-san about his predicament, yet you find it better to await his return before conversing? Have you no sense?" she inquires, "It has become clear to me that the flaws the village showcases have become far too visible. I pray that we are able to once more shroud a veil." Mikasa adds, "Although I am unsure if I will be able to return the statement of looking forward to working with you further, Yuu Kenshin-san." the Sennin whispers as the ivory hair brute disappears as if anything in the air had been justified, let alone cleared.
Silence befalls the empty room, frustration continues to surge through her veins, despite her best efforts of being a beacon of hope - one item failed to occur. Tsukasa Mikasa had not effected those remotely within her ranking and heavy burden befalls onto her shoulders. How could one hope to possibly path the way for the younger generations, when she failed to correct the behavior of the current leading members? Had her efforts thus far only continued the necessary cycle for the same loop to continue over and over? Her left hand jabs into the walling closet to her, vibrations slither to indicate the sensation of pain and for the initial time in a significant period, she felt frustration.
"What a hassle you are being..." a listless voice calls from the recesses of the office. Raven locks and identical frigid glacial orbs peer from the shadows. Their last encounter had been prior to obtaining the role of Medical Chief, for he promised to not interfere and slumber until required once again. "I do not require you." she murmurs in a defeated tone, his form emerging and lazily he crosses the room to stand before the platinum mane Sennin. Instinctively her right hand forms into a fist, her weight is shifted as she lunges forward to deliver a blow to the visitor; however her movements are restricted as both begin to stifle a yawn in unison. "I said I do not require you!" she declares aloud for the second time, the male unwavering. "I heard you initially and I am not here to aid you to the extent you expect. To be perfectly honest with you, I wish to continue my slumbering, I am still fatigued from my long journey after so many years." he responds in the same drooling tone.
Awkward movement ensues as the pair take seats, the unknown a master of shadow possession techniques - despite his recent awakening his prowess had not faded. Leaning back in the arm chair, the obsidian retracts in a slithering movement, snapping against his feet and freeing the maiden; however she remains frozen due her own accord. "At times it is best to have a difficult conversation with yourself, so let us both cut to the chase . . . Mikasa-san." he begins as her usual bout of happiness is no where to be seen. "What do you propose, Kaza-san?" she interjects, the Nara is swift to silence her further with a slight of hand, "I allowed you to have the eyes. You sadden me by never utilizing the gifts I bestowed upon you. You have the capabilities of changing this very village, yet here you are drowning in thought in the office of failures." he indicates with a forced pout.
Leaning forward she glares at the spiral optics, "I never once asked to be this way!" she remarks, "Of course not, but you sought to free yourself, rather I sought to split myself? Its been so long that I am unsure of the original intentions. You are the brightest part of me, that much I can not deny." the aging shinobi explains with a sigh, "Truth to be told, I await for your journey to cease so that I may reclaim the part of me that I foolishly got rid of." With that particular remark, a flush of crimson surfaces on her features as she stands tall. "Do not belittle me, I am not the part of you that is innocent anymore! I did not ask for this life, but to make it my own! To not heed your logic, yet here I am struggling to stay afloat in the realm of possibilities! Are these thoughts my own or ours?! Are they your-"
She is silenced, the counter part stands in a similar fashion, "Why must you make this so complex? There is a simple solution to this. You pretend that we are different, when we are not. State your name." he demands in an icy tone, vocals enough to cause even the brightest of warriors to cower, "T- Tsukasa Mikasa." a faint murmuring ensues. "Do not patronize me with your falsely given. Cease these antics at once and do not knowingly kneel at the finish line! Finish what you started! What is your name!?" his eyes illuminate, piercing through the dimly lit room.
Crimson optics blossom, the eyes of the given and the same he took from another had been a borrowed power. However, this time she would make use of them. "I'm . . . . ."
The curtain falls.
[OOC: Topic left - thread marked for Kinjutsu Removal.]