Come talk to me

She was warped in every single way one could imagine, forever thinking she went wrong in some type of mission that costed her to weave herself back together.  Her skin was rippled with scaring of her tissue in almost every perimeter and shore of her entire body.   It was expected he supposed, this organization was for the few who had almost divine power and that usually came with a certain price.  For some reason it always seemed power had a certain aura and mannerism about it, that wasn't completely normal.  But with a elongated sigh, he stopped his overly critic thought's and moved on.  Oh, that was also it, it wasn't actually a girl.

That was when he noticed the new found Achilles heal he had that day, if it was his way, and almost that way; every member beside him would be a woman.  But there were only a couple males, and no, he didn't find any woman who could kill in nearly a second as hot or even attractive.  But it was better than the other option he had, the horror of a group filled with males.  He didn't really enjoy the idea of a complete boy band either, maybe that was where the problem lied.  It was odd, how he came to his mind in this area of Otogakue.  None of his fellow Akatsuki members were in the range, or so he thought.  

In complete and utter truth, he came to this underpopulated village to escape the noise he so daunted on at times.  The very foundation of becoming a missing-nin was the prospect of never having to listen or obey anyone else, see the world and adventure off into your own world.  It seemed in this world everything had to come with some kind of cost, in which that you would have to forever paranoid and look over your shoulder if you wanted those benefits.  Though in this certain situation he did kill someone, not that he meant too, or really tried too.   Sometimes the weapon and area aren't chosen, but rather forced upon, never suspecting it would been someone of his own nation.    

The force came into his noise like a horrid stench and the weight of a train, the chakra came with a certain nostalgia.  His chakra perception was devastating, but this one he wouldn't forget.  He remembered the day when he first met him, sending a very chill down his spine that didn't alarm the friendly vibe.  Still he never seemed to find the chance for that to happen, and he wouldn't completely close the door before trying to form some kind of relationship.   Though it leaked and seemed his position was in the near by hospital, which he didn't quite understand and worried him.  He was the type that could be put in a hospital and probably get some good out of it, but he never heard of someone volunteering.  Yes, this was bad, even worse - was he killing everyone staff member or even worse everyone?  

With a rush to his feet he opened the door with his robe gliding in the back, he never dared to take it off.  A bit to the thin corner of his lip came with a pounce, from the very sight, it seemed he was on the second floor.  As he found himself nearing the end of the staircase, a semi-loud tone came, not wanting to cause a scene.  "Rara, if you dare harm anyone here." but it was quite the opposite, just simply crouched reading.  Still his glare came out, in all the wrong timing.