Paper Paper Everywhere!

Haru dragged his feet through the office door after his interesting day in town. It was time to get to work on some paperwork that he was behind on. He sighed and tossed Bloody Victory aside, moping toward his desk. This would end one of two ways. 1. He would get tired of the paper work and begin to do something else or 2. The paper work would consume his evening into the early morning and he would fall asleep in the vast mountains of neatly stacked sheets of paper.

He took a seat and began his painstaking task of filling out the paper work and stamping it with the official approval. He wondered at what the mysterious stranger was doing with his village at this time, night had now fallen on the village, despite the permanent darkness that shrouded the sky, and it had been hours since he left the man alone. Never the less, back on track. In a matter of minutes, Haru had become the mindless paperwork drone, signing with one hand, stamping with the other. It would soon be done if he didn't fall asleep.

A woman, red hair more illustrious than the fires that fast upon Houshangakure would walk into the bedroom, her body lacking any clothing and her body turned on to the man in which she would court with. She seductively walked towards him, her green eyes capturing the core of the male's. She placed herself upon his lap, grabbing him tight. Her breasts would press against his chest, the sensation sending through her, igniting her fire from within. She was the chosen for him on this night, and she wasted no time in beginning the fireworks with an aggressive kiss. She knew what it was she wanted, and it was Sesshomaru.

The male would accept her, and as she sat on him, he gripped her hips and began to have his way. The man had full control over her will, as if he had cast a spell on her to obey his every whim. Sesshomaru was famous for this seductive behavior, and she was the lottery pick that got to experience it first hand. The night of Passion would go on for the entire night, her multiple climaxing enough to flood the room. She would be the envy of the village, and the stories she would tell her friends.....

Haru's eyes grew heavy as he rifled through the mountains. By this time, his muscle memory had kicked in and he was involuntarily signing and stamping, despite the fact that his body had practically shut off. It wasn't long until he completely fell asleep, his face landing softly in a pile of paper, drool slowly escaped from the side of his mouth. It was astounding that in a period of ten minutes the paperwork put him to sleep. A secretary should probably do it all instead.

After endless hours of rampant and rough, power house sheet action, the man satisfied at this point, allowing his female companion to sleep by his side. Sesshomaru would lay silent as she used his chest as her pillow. He wasn't a fan of the post sleeping female in his room, but she wasn't a whore working all hours of the night. She was simply a woman chosen to have her world taken by storm by her military leader. His eyes would soon drift off into his own sleep, the rest needed. The morning called for more serious business.

Haru Satsujin, the Honokage, the man who ran the show, was still sound asleep on his pile of paperwork. Dreams flooded his head as the night progressed, mainly the reoccurring dream of the night he killed his father. It didn't really help that he was sleeping in the same room where he killed him. Regardless, his dreams pressed on. The blood splattering the walls. Intestine and bone strung up like Christmas lights. Haru was calmer now as kage than as the ANBU captain, but he still ripped his father apart completely for being an asshole. Oh well, shit happens.

Morning. The dawning of a new day, sun rising over the horizon to welcome those with open eyes. However, that was not so the case here. It was hard to distinguish night from day here in the Land of Blazes. Sesshomaru would awaken, his female counterpart sliding her thong back between her legs and ass, her head turning back to Sesshomaru with a wink.

She would ready her things and eventually leave out. Sesshomaru would now ready himself. Out of bed he would shower and dress himself. A decent breakfast at the inn was prepared and the male filled himself to prepare for the meeting with the Honokage. Sesshomaru would check out of the inn and make his way into the public, setting his sights towards the Honokage Tower.

The eternal darkness of Huoshangakure was annoying to some, a blessing to others. To Haru though, it wasn't really anything. One eye slowly peeked open and glared over at the window before him. He knew what time it was but he didn't feel like getting up. Slowly pressing his body off his desk, his skin began to sting from being stuck on the wood all night. First order of business, polish his swords. Haru walked to the weapon rack and grabbed the first two on the list. Hanzarou and The Glider. Taking a seat at the kingly throne in front of the grand window, his desk on the opposite side of the room, he began to polish his prized possessions and waited for his breakfast of french toast and bacon to arrive.

The male known as Sesshomaru would make his way through the streets of the village that was, and take the path less travelled by, which in this place, meant the street that took to the mighty tower that was the Honokage Tower. Not many folk actually walked this road, too many ANBU attempting to gather intel. Sesshomaru didn't care though, he had nothing to be afraid of his eyes simply scanned the area over and over, pinpointing each and every ANBU for he knew of all their places just by general knowledge of how the Boack Ops function and operate. He was actually smiling on the inside at this little game, his expression ever neutral on the surface. He wondered if the ANBU actually ever thought about being in the place that one would expect them to be. For when one expects you somewhere obvious, they obviously don't tend to look there

Haru waited patiently on his breakfast until it arrived, placing his katana to the side and setting up a tray for himself. As soon as the plate was set down, with kunai and fork in hand, he began to shovel down the tasty food, savoring every bite of the bacon. He soon finished his syrup drenched meal and proceeded to walk into the training room. Removing his black V Neck, he clapped and waited for the ANBU members to show up for their lesson. He had to train his bodyguards personally, so he sealed the room and got to business. His secretary took control of his paperwork and the buzzer. If someone were to come, he would show up in a moments notice.

His eyes now gazed on the tower before him as Sesshomaru stopped and looked up, his eyes narrowing as he took in the view. The warm winds passed him, Sesshomaru now moving back towards the door. He would simply open it and enter, keeping his guard up just in case of some kind of surprise attack. He was more than capable of taking care of himself, but caution is caution. His sword began to fill with chakra, never taking a strange place for granted.

Sparks flew, the blood of the floor swirled through the air and splattered on contacts. All Haru could do was smile as his morning routine pressed on. In a split second, he gripped Hanzarou and twisted, sending the blade into two katanas instead of one. Blocking one attack, he slashed at a mans gut, then kicked back. Of course, the fight was well balanced as the were all hand chosen by Haru for the position. In the meantime, a slight disturbance in the building was felt, the same one Haru had felt in town the day before. He smirked and hurried the fight, wouldn't be long until he had to get to the boring stuff.

Finally the man stopped in the epicentre of the lobby, and stood straight up, looking around with only his eyes and never really moving his head. His left hand stayed on his Tokijin as his right hand simply fell by his side as he scouted around. It was rather rude that the man wasnt here, or for that matter anyone at all. Sesshomaru was now playing an apparent waiting game with the Honokage. His expression seemed to not mind it at all, but his patience would suggest otherwise. Where was this leader?

The secretary in the lobby looked up from her magazine and pointed to the staircase and said, "Top floor, if you have an appointment that is." In the meantime, Haru and his ANBU continued their fight. A quick parry, a shock of lightning through the bolt on the floor, and the opening of the first gate led to the quick ending of the match. A smirk at hand he grabbed a towel and began to wipe the blood and sweat from his body. He then frowned as he realized the grim fact of more paperwork.

Sesshomaru proceeded to the top of the tower, finding it odd that someone that was a total as he was, was allowed full access to the place, seemingly free to roam about. It was obvious that this place had become too lack luster with the peaceful times. Sesshomaru would make his way to the top, finding his way to the main hall. He walked down the isolated path and stopped before the open Kage room. He chose to stand and wait to be called upon. There was much to talk about at this point.

Haru stepped over to his desk, taking a seat and sending his secretary on her way. He sighed once more as he glared at the stack of paper. He hoped for a minute that the strange man would come to talk business so the paperwork could be put off more, but he started anyway. Again, his pattern repeated, stamp and push. Over and over and over, so much paper!!!

"For someone so interested in my being here, you seem lack luster about my arrival..."

Sesshomaru stood still, awaiting an answer from the man he previously met. The man just yesterday seemed all too interested in Sesshomaru, but now, not so much. The wandering Sesshomaru looked dead at Haru, his eyes neutral, as was the rest of his being. Nothing about the man moved, a pure sign of discipline.

Haru looked up from the mountains of paper and saw the man at the open door, quickly replying to his remark. "Oh shit, I didn't see you there. This paperwork gets in the way and I start blocking things out. Please, come in and have a seat." Haru stood and gestured for the man to come in, pressing a button on his desk to bring in a solid obsidian chair for his guest.

Sesshomaru watched as an obsidian chair made itself present in the room on the proper side of Haru's desk. He began to walk steadily towards it, each step echoing in the room as the silence projected. His face was ever the same, not breaking character, his hair swaying side to side as he walked. The male would come to the chair, but he did not sit. He stood behind it, towering over the desk, looking down towards the Kage. He finally spoke, getting to the importance of why he was here.

"Tell me Honokage, what do you know about the legend of the 9?"

He didnt anticipate anyone to know this, for it was a story only told by those in his family, but stories like this have a way to make their way outside. The Legend of the Nine hasnt held validity for over a century's time, but this man was a Kage, so some kind of knowledge on it was expected.