Running (PRIVATE-Tarahi and Kaseki)

"It seems that these people don't aren't even curious about things anymore." Kaseki held the garments over his arm. He had gone to a tailor to get all of his work done. It was mostly for himself, but more for his new group. He began to wander back in the abandoned village of sound. He figured no one would come there for a while. It would serve as a temporary home for him. After all, that's where Kaseki's Cave lay.

The New Akatsuki cloaks were pilled over his arm. No more than a dozen, for him, his puppets and his people. They were made in all sizes. He wandered through the bamboo, thinking about how he must have appeared to the world now that he was no longer physically a human. He began to whistle some hymm he remembered from an earlier time. It brought back memories of love and freedom. Something he was going to recreate. "Thank you mister wind!"

Kaseki turned to correct the forest, "I'm Kaseki, not Mister Wind..." He rose his finger to interrupt the sound, his eyes closed... but not for long. His lids slowly parted to reveal a small girl running towards him. "... How... Pink."  He thought to himself.

In a moments notice he would find himself knocked down. The girl had no control over her pace, nor direction. She had crashed into him and knocked his robes aside. But it was only chance that she had fallen too. He could see her dirt-bitten feet. She must have been running for some time. But what did she run from? Why did she run? Was she chasing a dream?

Perhaps... she would chase the same dream as Kaseki. The dream of a would full of.... fun.

He lay there, facing the sky and the tops of the bamboo grass. There was no point in getting up to pick up the clothing, it was dirty. Picking it up in the next few seconds, minutes or even hours would not make a difference. "Hello." the girl said, poking his head.

He would have instinctively bit her finger, but he knew better. His skin was wooden, at least in structure, and reflected bits of the sun that was cast through the bamboo. It was like a sword in the hands of a noble knight before he ran into battle. But the shine on the sword was on a human-like creature that lay before a girl. However, one part of him did not shine, and that was the bone mask that had become part of his face.

"Having fun?" Kaseki asked the girl. He would have asked her to help pick up the robs so he could leave and go on his way, but something peeked his curiosity. It was no longer about why or where or what made her want to run, but where she was running to. He had to know. But in time.

Kaseki sighed as the girl seemed to find joy in poking away at his skull. "My name is Kaseki, and what is yours?"

There was an odd feeling that Kaseki was about to do something extremely stupid and foolish. For no reason at all, he felt as if it was chance that led the girl to him. Perhaps she would be the final member of the Akatsuki... er, second to last.

"... And where are you running to?" he asked. He led his curiosity get the best of him. But he had to know

Kaseki could only guess that her past was as torn apart as his was. He wasn't even sure how to feel about who he was anymore. All he could do was offer her a chance to choose her own fate. There was nothing to hide, she had already seen Kaseki's true face.

"Then why doesn't Tarahi run away with Kaseki to join the Akatsuki?" he asked.

There was nothing more to it, it was just the start to his group. He was going to change the world by making a villainous name heroic. They would protect the Bijuu.