The stench of booze hung heavy around the flaming ninja; he'd been drowning himself in the drink during his off hours to make up for a lack of shit to do. Marquetta was MIA again; which wasn't uncommon for the female, and he was basically on probation for his last bout of fuckery; it wasn't his fault the villagers where starting to build houses out of imported wood instead of sand. With his clan being such a major presence in the village, using wood was stupid as fuck. All he had to do was 'behave like a good boy for a few weeks' and they'd let him take missions and shit again. Behave, right. No decent missions; no bar trolling; no fun. 

Ugh.

Well, he might not be able to troll the bars, but he sure as fuck could get drunk'er 'n fuck. All the bars had his face on the 'Be Careful' board; so they knew he was legal to drink and shit. His coin was good so long as he wasn't causing problems. Which he was about 30 seconds away from doing. Fuckers at a table behind him where loud as hell, and giving him a migraine that the booze wasn't helping. He was sitting on the cliff edge, waiting for something to push him over so he could cause all kinds of havock. Yummy, yummy havock.

No matter how hard it rains... this village always smells... lovely. That was a lie. It smelled terrible. There was this oh so sudden stench of alcohol which made Shinji's nose cringe. He realized he was in a bar. Not the best place to be alone. What's this? It was one of his clan mates. Houjin was his name. He seemed to be doing his part by participating in his community. That was a lie. Houjin was practically drunk and probably smelled like shit that someone let rot in a corner by now. Better get over there. Safely. That didn't really happen. 

He nearly missed being trampled by a couple of people, and nearly missed having a chair thrown at him. That was pretty safe wasn't it? He stopped. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Approaching a drunk man who was much stronger than you wasn't the best of decisions. Maybe... nah. He walked over to Houjin ignoring the loud, obnoxious drunkards behind him and tugged on his sleeve. Shinji never spoke. Maybe he should've listened to his initial thought to stay away. Who knows? Maybe he might get something out of this. Or not. He really didn't know. He got himself into dirtier situations than a pig in a hen house.

Training. It was something she had been doing a lot of recently; and a big reason for her absence. Though, it was not the reason for this most recent absence: that had everything to do with the Yanagi clan Elders and the ‘punishment’ they had felt the need to hand down upon having reached the end of their investigation over what had happened at her parents’ house a good while ago. The Elders never did work quickly; they never knew how apparently, and so that was the reason it had taken this long. Houjin, they felt, was outside of their grasp but Marquetta was well within it still even though she had sworn off the Yanagi name in favor of what had recently come to light – the fact that she was very much in fact Houjin’s half-sister due to them sharing the same father.

A lot had happened over the past few days: even more than had happened since realizing her and her best friend were related. The Yanagi’s punishment as they had called it was a fight against the strongest Yanagi elder – that was, after all, how the clan worked and handled things. They hadn’t expected her to win but she had: it had been a very long and very brutal fight to the death but in the end she had won.

Of course, she wasn’t without her injuries: she had very recently gained the ability to see – something that the Yanagi Elders had been none to pleased about given the fact the clan was blind since birth just as she had been up until the Jun Chi side of her had awakened – and so her eyes had been their target. Thankfully, she was a decent medic and had been able to save her sight; but for now she wore bandages wrapped around her gold colored eyes; orangish-red hair falling down to cover the majority of the bandages. The shadows from the black cloak she wore helped to cover it the rest of the way. Beneath the cloak was a black top that showed off her mid-drift, black baggy pants that ended below her knees; tied there with gold colored rope the same as the waist of her pants were. Feet were completely bare; covered in swirls and designs that marked the sensory ability she had had since birth.

Even with the heat of the desert’s sand she walked straight down the center of the street; cloak brushing against the sand and leaving a trail of dust behind her. She reached the bar and entered; sensory keeping her from bumping into anyone. This same sensory told her that her brother was exactly where she had pinged him at being. A crooked smile formed on her face and she walked up to the bar. “Bottle of whiskey and a glass….” Simple enough, right? Apparently it was too hard for the bartender to figure out as he leaned forward, looking carefully at her.

“Bit young to be in here drinkin’ aren’t you?”

“......" Someone needed to save this bartender before she put her hands on him; or through him.

Hmmm, things decided to get busy all of a sudden, then? It was partially a good busy, what with his sister; gods that was still odd, but he loved it either way; appearing. He'd been wondering where she got too; and given she smelled of earth and sweat, he figured she'd been training again. Nothing new; the urge to go destroy shit was strong in them, the fires of the Jun Chi burned hotter than the mid-day sun after all. The bartender was asking for pain; why the hell anyone asked if a ninja was too young to be drinking he never understood; and she was well known for being a local Jounin. The fucker was begging to be punched; and it would likely be him doing it. "You're home, then?"

Why were her eyes bandaged? The fuck was going on now?

He was ignoring the tugging on his sleeve; a random clan cousin was easy enough to ignore in favor of the only person he really gave two flying fucks about; "The hell, woman. Who's ass am I lightin' on fire for that, hn?"

Reaching over the bar, he yanked the bottle of whiskey right outta the bartenders hand and topped off his own shot to make it a good, stiff, double; passing the glass to her and taking a swig right from the swiped bottle. Wasn't like he couldn't pay for it, and she was loaded. Between them they could easy shut the bartender up over a cheap bottle of booze. "Bitch please, you know she's legal. Fuckin' Jounin are legal for everythin'. Might wanna apologize, 'for one 'a us lights the place on fire, eh?" He was just mellow enough from the booze to give the guy a shot at mitigating the property damage; but if fuckers at the tables didn't shut up fast, it would be a moot point.

Holyfuckthiskidwasstilltuggingonhim?

"Tha' hell you want, kid? can't ya see 'm havin' a nice talk with a dumbass an' my sister? What'cha need, hn?"

Shinji almost took a step back. At least he didn't get hit. That all changed when he felt something hit the back of his head. He noticed that he was nearly soaking in beer and/or some kind of Whiskey. At this point, he really didn't care to tell the difference, because the stench of this place was disgusting overall. He tried his best not to even pay attention. What would be the point? He looked down to the ground and saw a broken glass, the sounds that followed afterwards was a roar of laughter and stomping or banging. He sighed and came up with a devious plan. It was quite simple really. 

"Drink... I need... a drink." he said softly. Maybe he wouldn't listen to Shinji, but if Shinji was successful with his plan, his day would've been made. He looked over his shoulder at the dirty old bugger that threw the glass at him. You'll get what you paid for, filthy fucking rat. he thought to himself. He coughed up some of his money from his coin pouch. "It'd be nice if you could get me something." he said politely to Houjin. Though his expression was blank, anyone who knew him well could see the wicked smile behind that mask of emptiness.

Marquetta looked over to Houjin and sighed softly before pulling her hood down to better reveal the bandages: no point in hiding that little secret any longer after all. She didn’t really care what the bar patrons thought or said over her revealed bandages because a quick fist into teeth solved about everything in bars and given her current frame of mind she wouldn’t hesitate to swing on them. She took the filled glass and brought it to her lips; her head tilted back as did the glass and the contents were quickly sucked down in a steady stream of gulps until the glass was empty. The sweet burn was well worth it and very welcoming in her current state of mind.

She placed the glass down; knowing one way or another it would get filled again. She ignored the one tugging on Houjin in favor of actually answering her brother’s question. “Uh… apparently the Yanagi elders figured out it was us who destroyed my parents’ house and caused all that shit. While punishing you isn’t exactly something they can do they felt they could very much do it to me: double time in fact. So, they ordered me to fight against the stronger elder there was: a fight to the death. Apparently you can see who won. Bastard targeted my eyes because he was jealous of ‘em I suppose… I fixed most of the damage; bandages are just there to keep the sand out since they’re still tender.”

It was about as good as a quick explanation as she could give: she would go into greater detail once they were alone and there weren’t a lot of nosey buggers waiting nearby. Otherwise, the short and simple version it was – though, she didn’t doubt Houjin being able to assume and guess exactly what happened since the Yanagi had very barbaric ways of handling things the majority of the time. “I miss anything good while I was gone?”

While she waited for her brother to answer her she picked up her once more filled glass and brought it to her lips. However, this time she merely took a drink from it instead of downing the whole glass in one shot. She could already feel the welcoming numbness that the first glass had brought about and she welcomed it with open arms.

"Delightful. We should end them, eventually. No one'd miss them; plenty of Yanagi floating around outside of the clan compound; we could end the old fuckers and be done with it all." He took another swig of the whiskey before slamming the bottle down on the bar hard enough to make a nice, loud noise; but not to shatter the glass. He leaned back slightly, arching his back to allow some tension to relax, along with resetting his spine via a series of satisfying pops. 

The kid wanted a drink? The fuck couldn't be buy his own booze; he was a genin wasn't he? Legal was legal. Ugh; lazy kids. He shoved the bottle at the boy, "Take it, leave me be unless yer destroying shit. I want in on that, eh."

Attention turning back to Marquetta, "You at least ended the one fucker, yeah?"

Shinji shrugged. Better than nothing really. It was all he really needed. He was too fond of alcohol, but maybe the man who was about to be his best friend in the next few seconds was. He took the bottle and took a sip as he walked towards the table. Oh why did I do that? That was a terrible decision. he thought. He made his way around to the old man, and put a arm around his shoulder and shared a fake smile with everyone around the table. He then proceeded to pour the whiskey down the man's crotch. "I thought I'd get you a drink." The man got up to see that his pants were soaking wet. "WHAT THE HELL KID?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?" the man yelled. Shinji grew a smirk on his face and smashed the bottle against the geyser's face. 

In no time, the old man was down and had glass in his face that would most likely leave scars. Ignoring the man's screams of pain, Shinji's face had an expression of joy, but a hint of evil. One man rushed up from the table and ran to punch him, but his blow was simply side stepped. Shinji kneed him hard enough to send him flying to the wall. Any harder of a blow, that probably would've sent him flying through the wall and resulted in his life ending. Shinji might've gotten to cocky. That was something he had to admit. Something told him that the rest of the crowd weren't just ordinary citizens enjoying a simple drink. In what seemed like only a few seconds, he had a whole crowd of drunkard converging on him. Who knew if they were aiming to kill? If Shinji could at least survive this horde, he'd be fine. This was certainly a fine pickle he'd gotten himself into.

The idea of killing the Yanagi clan elders wasn’t exactly a bad one; nor was it one she hadn’t thought of before herself. They were stuck in the old ways, ways that were not meant for the newer generations. A lot had changed throughout the years but all of the elders just wanted to see the same old thing, and they shunned anything different or out-there. So, perhaps it was time to end the elders and allow some fresh blood to step into their place. She certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t do it: she wasn’t a pure blooded Yanagi and so unless some serious rule changing happened she was out of the running; even if she had mastered things better than the current clan elders had.

Snapping out of her own thoughts she brought her glass to her lips just as Houjin was shoving the bottle of whiskey into the kids hand. She downed the rest of her glass while keeping a close eye on the kid as he proceeded to pour the booze on the lap of one of the usual drunkards in the bar. Yup… shit just got real.

She placed her empty glass down on the counter and looked to her brother. “Well, after the fucker tried blinding me I got… well, I’ve never really turned myself into a giant flaming torch for prolonged periods of time, but it happened. I then proceeded to burn his limps, rip them off, and beat him with the flaming things until he stopped screaming and twitching. I then smashed his face in with my bare feet. The other elders left quickly after that…”

"WHAT THE HELL KID?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?"

Oh yes. Yeeeeessssss. That was all he needed to hear; that kind of yelling meant the fun was starting; the sounds of glass shattering across flesh like music to his ears. "Good, good. I need to teach you a few tricks for maintaining the flames for long periods of time. You'll end up choking yourself if you don't do it right." He reached over the bar and grabbed at a second bottle of booze, cracking the cap and taking a good draw off it before reaching into his pocket and tossing a couple hundred ryo at the bartender. "Go hide, man. We'll take care of this.~"

He moved like he was going to take another drink; filling his mouth with the strong booze then whipping around to face the crowd that had finally started snapping into actions; spitting a trail of flame so hard that it roared, giving the effect of a firebreathing dragon. Neat little trick, good for effect. Scares off the chickens and makes sure the only brawlers left mean to fight instead of balk. Soon as the booze fuel was spent, "Let's have some fun, eh?" He cackled happily as he slid from the stool and dove right in, fist on fire and aimed for the nearest drunken idiot.

Nasin rushed to the building as he watched a good amount of people run out the bar screaming some jargon alerting people that shinobi are fighting. Sand seeped through the doors Nasin stopping a few feet away from the entrance sensed that only three people remained in the bar. Thinking why would anyone would want to start a fight in the village Nasin lifted up his right arm. Sand gathered at his feet as he prepared to encounter the three to hopefully defuse the situation.

Sand slamming against the front side of bar started creeping in through the windows, doors or any crevice it could find. Tighten his right hand in a fist Nasin watched the sand tear the entire face of the building from the ground as he then with his left arm swung it in a horizontal circular motion flooded the bar with sand. The sand wouldn't hurt anyone other than getting in their eyes if they weren't fast enough to close their eyes or cover their face. Nasin placed it their to have more control of the situation if need be. 

Nasin still holding the face of the building roughly twenty feet over his head asked to the three. "What are you three doing?" Smiling Nasin stared up at the wall momentarily as he enjoyed the artificial shade. Looking back at the three with a gentle smile he really hope this wouldn't end badly.

Shinji saw Houjin join in the fight. He didn't have to help. He could have done this all on his own. Though, something told him that he wasn't helping intentionally. He was probably just having fun. Shinji evaded the strike of an incoming man, grabbing his fist with one hand and throwing him around to the man running towards him with a knife with the other. He hopped over the head of one man charging at him, using him as a launch pad with his hands and nearly breaking his face as he flipped over and drop kicked the man ahead. 

Shinji saw the newcomer in the door. He looked around at the men who'd been lying unconscious. Well that was enough for him... for now. He looked at the men. The least he could do was be respectful right? He lined up chairs against the walls and sat them down in the chairs, all in awkward positions. He even designed their facial expressions. For someone normal, they would be laughing. Shinji just had the most blank expression that could ever be thought of. Though on the inside, Shinji was practically dying. "You all... have the most stupidest expressions..." he said to them.

“Brother, brother, brother… I must find my brother.”, she thought to herself as she made her way through the village of Yokuchigakure. She bobbed and weaved through the people of the village undetected: something that has been taught to her since she was a very young girl – she was to be rarely heard and never seen. Though, for now it was simply because she didn’t want to be stopped: people liked asking high ranked shinobi to do things for them, to train them, to run errands for them, what have you, and that would interfere with her plans of finding her brother.

As she neared the bar she picked up on the sound of screaming and after some violent sounds the smell of alcohol increased: something was going on. Frowning to herself and figuring this was going to interfere with finding her brother she made her way in the direction of the bar with a audible sigh.

When she reached the area a strange sight reached her eyes and she found herself pausing: her brother had apparently stumbled across a bar fight. Blinking she moved closer: she was protective over her brother because he had saved her and if the people inside of the bar turned to him she wasn’t going to hesitate to put them down.

Marquetta loved bar fights; she wasn’t afraid of being hit if it did happen though it normally didn’t. However, she had really just wanted to get drunk off of her ass after all of the fighting she had done just hours earlier. “You guys fight.. I’ll watch for now.”, she said simply in response to her brother. As the bartender ducked out she grabbed another bottle of booze from behind the bar and moved to stand on the bar before slipping up on one of the beams above: safest place for the moment – until things started catching fire of course.

She popped open the bottle and kept her foot on one of the stone pillars that connected to the earth which allowed her to use her sensory ability of her clan to keep watch of everything since her eyes were still bandaged.

As Mar tilted the bottle back and started to pour some of it into her mouth she picked up on the arrival of Nasin and found herself suddenly very glad that her eyes were bandaged as the sand would have instantly irritated her injuries. Given he spoke, asking what the three of them were doing, she assumed he was including her – a high ranked shinobi who was otherwise ignoring her duty since she was off duty. “Drinking the pain away…”, was her response to him; loud enough to hear over the fighting that had already started. To emphasis her point she took another huge gulp of the whiskey: her brain would be mush sooner or later and she would enjoy it so much: it would also lead to some funny stuff when her brother would likely end up dragging her too drunk to walk ass home when it was all said and done.

"Maaaaah, leave us be. We got this, eh. Fuckers started it anyway." Houjin cared little to nothing about rank or who was 'above' or 'below' anyone else. Everyone was a potential target, a potential night of good fun if he caught them in a bar or fucking around when he was on night duty. He'd busted his fair share of high ranking ninja that where dipping in the smuggling trade and shit after all. Even a retired Kage was fair play to him.

His fist was suddenly glowing a bright white, the air around it igniting into a roaring flame that would melt the sandy floor and rock columns to glass and easily ignite the wooden supports. It was all for show; he rarely, if ever, actually burned anyone in these brawls anymore. That, and he hadn't planned on doing half the damage that the former Kage had. Ripping the entire wall off? Overkill. Delicious overkill, but overkill the same.

The male began moving now; a tight set of kata that had him basically dancing around his own body until he was flipping over himself in a contorted back flip; slamming the flaming fist to the floor so hard that the sandy floor buckled and seemed to turn to quicksand for a moment. Pure physical power, no chakra needed; sand acted like a non-Newtonian fluid when impacted hard enough, even without water permeating it. The point of this was to cause everyone standing on the floor within roughly 15 feet of himself; so basically everyone; to sink a good 3 inches or so into the sand and trap them where they stood. Or it would, so long as they weren't fast enough to move their feet. Given the brawling civilian was running when it happened, he'd end up on his face, but he'd get up easily. "Kick him in the gut, Cousin. He's your prize, eh. I'm just.... damage controlling; since the 'leadership' has decided to end most of the fun.~" He was laughing, actually; for once no one could blame him for the property damage, so none of the fuckers that threatened to arrest him next time he caused any off duty could do shit to him. Glorious loopholes.

Staring at the fighting which erupted from everyone's poor decision making Nasin sighed as he with an gentle motion of his hand lowered the face of the building as he made a note to fix the bar entrance when all of this was finished. "You should know better than to use jutsu's on civilians." Nasin said as he watched fire erupt. Turning his head towards the detached wall Nasin smiled shyly as he detected the irony of his words, "I'm not a good law enforcer am I?"Sighing the Sabure watched the fight continue he heard a female respond to him from earlier.

"You do not look like the legal age for drinking." Nasin waved his hand to his incoming sister as he would just watch the fight ensue. He would be there to stop any serious injuries from occurring by utilizing his sand to stop attacks from landing. Not turning his head away from the fight he greeted his sister, " Hello, Ame. What you up too?!" Nasin raising his left arm pulled it towards his chest which in turn commanded the sand to drag at two brawlers that looked winded from fighting out of the bar. He then shackled their hands and feet with sand so they wouldn't escape. "Best I could do is this... Sorry if I sound distacted, sister..." Nasin really didn't want to deal with the one using fire, the girl drinking seemed not to care much about the fight and the other one seemed to be enjoying the fight more than the first one. ,