Hidden In The Leaf

Secrets of the leaf... Part. 45

PROMISES...

........................HAIKU(45).......................

                   

                       I KNOW THAT

         
             HOPE IS THE HARDEST

                 
                  LOVE WE CARRY

    
                               
                                   - Jane Hirshfield-

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Asuma's escape.......... Final stage

Low grumbled sounds of conversation bellied a path towards his dark concealment, beckoning to an inquisitive nature against his better instincts. As he came nearer, whispered whisps of barely contained gasps escaped a pair of silhouetted figures. Their seclusion was every bit of intentional, what he doubted however, was the choosen venue; a masked blindspot that was a part of his supposed escape.

Above their heads slept a cleverly hidden accesspoint that was explained in great detailes during one of his mealtime informals. It slept at the base of two rusted industrial scones still clinging to their dilapidated lives by some strange wirey miracle. One look at them and there was no denying that this was his ticket out of these winding corridors. But fuck- a growl almost escaped him, but Asuma quickly stifled his impatience and any other forms of sounds that would surely betray his stealth.

On a more careful, closer approach, the hidden individuals, Sarutobi surveyed, were distinctly garbed in clothing that represented both Kumogakure(Cloud-village) and Bushi No Kuni, the inpenetrable Samurai nation. Now, while these impressive strongholds lived beside each other for centuries un-ending, any forms of alliances between them went completely unheared of prior the fourth great shinobi war. They weren't particularly friendly beyond exports or other known beneficial endeavors as he recalled.

But, what changed? What had unraveled those unyeilding edges of their life long differences?

One likely suggestion was that this secretive duo were somehow acting independent of their homes, and therefore sought a common interest that had naught to do with their respective leaders. Traitorors were and continued to be an undiminshed breed, a blithe that wrecked their lands from within. Or perhaps it pertained to something far more sinister?- Asuma shuddered, completely squashing the thought  but there was no denying the possibilities.

He studied them further, making a list of their movements and other bodily gestures, just incase. And as expected, these rats did not disappoint. Their manner of speech was anxious, heedful even, as their heads snapped and twitched at every little sounds; phantom or not. A pause in their back and forth bicker occured now and again while they each took rushed vigilance before their indecipherable whispers mellowed out into nothing but hushed warnings.

Now it was evidently clear that this secret rendezvous indeed pertained to matters far more perfidious than normal random inhouse gossips. Conversational wise though, Asuma scarsely made out the words Shogun and Raikage among the quieted sputters. What gods aweful schemes were afoot amidst these dark ominous spaces?

Shogun-Raikage?

These weren't just random words, were they? Though fleeting they might have been, they weren't nearly enough to form structual sentences. On the other hand, they were more than capable in waranting grave suspicions. And that was beside the fact that both unknowns were hell deep within Shimura's nefarious faction.