The Red Headed Fairy meets the Virtuous Prince

Thunder roared within the clouds of Amegakure as a neverending shower slowly drifted towards the large city. However, it's citizens almost remained uncaring to the particular weather. Rather, it seemed as if it had always been. Kids played and parents watched. They splashed in puddles, even wrestling among one another. Lovers sat within their confines, drinking warmth in the wonderful presence of one another. Amegakure was a safe haven. A village filled with former criminals, but kept peaceful by harsh laws. A futuristic design, skyscrapers kissing the sky above. This land had been kept protected by powerful shinobi, especially now that a global meeting was being held in it's accordance. A lightning bold struck a tower from the sky.

On the village outskirts stood a single warrior. A fairly tall young adult with porcelain skin which matched his silver hair. His golden eyes peered across the wide river which surrounded Amegakure. Rather than ruin his perfectly fine silver kimono, a piece made by Sunagakure's finest tailors, Zenjou chose to sport a pitch black, loose fitting, long sleeve shirt brought within Amegakure. He also chose to wear loose fitting pants which matched as well. Instead of sandal's, the prince preferred walking bare foot. Two monstrous horns ripped from his forehead, giving him a noble yet demonic appearance when coupled with Zenjou's sharp eyes. His white peacock tail swayed to and fro, sending rain splashing both directions. His white feathers glistening in Amegakure's immense shower. His red eyespots sent animals in constant fear. Zenjou opened his left hand, where an obsidian bone formed. From the riser, grew two curved limbs, a massive bow that drawfed both him and the average man. He took a stance and slowly raised his arm. Zenjou held onto his bow loosely, with his thumb resting peacefully against Yumi no Kokkai's mid-section. The tip of his thumb gently touched his index finger, leaving his other three fingers hanging loosely. Upon pull back, the bow seemingly formed a string comprised of chakra. Drawing appeared unimaginably light as his string had a draw weight of zero. Upon full draw, a black arrow formed before him. Suddenly, Zenjou's eyes gained his signature lavender hue. His mind flew from his body...Eyes soaring upon earth's natural veins. He saw farther than any eye before him. And upon finding his target, Zenjou smirked.

"You're mine."

Even those with blessed eyes would find it impossible to follow it's movements. Onlookers only saw the lake before Amegakure split in half as if a demon sped across. Waves rushed about as his arrow soared across the water's surface, skimming it lightly, yet possessing enough power to interrupt it's peacefulness. Kilometers away, Zenjou's arrows pierced through a a painted target. One within a forest near Amegakure. Only a centimeter off. Zenjou's tail waved once more as it shook water from it. He could feel it shivering from the cold. "How i miss Sunagakure." Zenjou touched the handle of his father's blade