The Restful River

Standing before him and carefully examining his monologue was his mother, and his Jonin instructor. His mother, the eldest of the two, was a mistress of the shadows, a masterful healer who was rising beyond the restrictions provided in their current age. With a decline of medical ninja, the modern age only seemed to have more fighters, assault and support type people rather than those with extreme medical capabilities. The medical ninja world had died with Tsunade, with the exception of a few. His Instructor, a wonderful teacher who had become a warrior of the finest caliber. These were the two faces that Shichirou cherished, the two people that he fought for. Suddenly, the vision of these two disappeared, the area around him had begun fading into darkness. But then, light his the darkness and illuminated him, these two were visible, drenched in the blood of his clan and the blood of the people. A nightmare, a hellish vision; he shot upwards fully conscious, he was awake.

Opening his eyes, Shichirou rose from his position from his back onto his bottom. He glanced out of the window, expecting to see the sun that he had grown accustomed too, but nothing was visible except the rain droplets dropping from the sky above. Guess he had forgotten he returned to the Rain after spending some time in the Land of Fire. Though it seemed to not be, only a tiny bit of light seeped in-between the clouds, but not enough to truly be called a “sunny day”. Shichirou yawned, stretching simultaneously while activating the light switch beside him. Light filled the room almost immediately. He squinted, adapting to the sudden change of light in his surroundings.

When light entered the room, it revealed a king-sized bed with silky, white bed sheets. In addition, the floor had nice, fluffy carpet that suggested wealth. Yep, this definitely wasn’t his room, so whose room was this? “What the hell?”, Shichirou muttered to himself, glaring at the floor with a rather dumbfounded expression. “This isn’t my room!”, he exclaimed. Suddenly, the door creaked, suggesting someone was entering and out appeared a face.

It was a woman, with brown hair that was extended down to her back, soft, feminine but clearly touched up features as if she was sculpted by a master sculptor herself. Her figure, perfect. Nice ass, nice breast, nice everything really. She was stunning. Entering the room, she carried a tray of food, seemingly breakfast bearing nothing short but a smile on her visage. “Well, hello. Nice to see that you’re awake, I really must have worked you hard”, the woman exclaimed, giggling after. The hell was she talking about? Then, Shichirou remembered.

''"Well, wasn't that a lovely smack across the face? So, how about I give you something?", a brown haired man inquired in a playful tone. His voice was calm and soothing, his face was filled with extremely attractive masculine features as if it was chiseled by the greatest sculptor. His smile was nearly perfect. Regardless of his physical charms, he was a certified pervert, probably the biggest one in Amegakure.''

''"Don't you hit on every pretty face you see?", a woman asked, expressing an annoyed tone. She had pretty brown hair which reached down towards her lower back and her eyes were a dark blue color. She had a notable curvaceous figure with a notable bust. She was nearly perfect in Shichirou's eyes.''

''"Okay, come on, sweetheart! Just give me one chance, okay?", Shichirou offered. Of course, he expected her to say no, but when she responded with an okay, Shichirou was overjoyed. They planned a little arrangement for the next day. He still couldn't believed that a smack in the face turned into a date. "Well done, Shichi", he muttered to himself, with a smile so big that it nearly covered his entire face.''

''His day was going perfectly, until a group of man gathered around him. "He's the one who stays around our ruler! Kill him!", one man ordered, seemingly being the leader of the group. One man charged at Shichirou with a kunai, slashing randomly. Shichi simply kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious with little ease. He assumed at this point, the rest of the men knew better, which they did. Without haste, they grabbed their unconscious ally and left''

''Shortly after that, Yami had returned to meet with Izaya and Hibiki, discussing a few things then tending to his own matters. He returned to his own home, put on his best suit, and left to attend his date. They went to dinner, had a fun time, then he remembered the dare..for him to drink some sake, which turned into a lot of sake, which must have turned into whatever they did.''

Shichirou rubbed the back of his head, looking at this woman who had put the food on the nightstand next to bed and had climbed back into the bed. Rubbing her finger across Shichirou’s chest, she smirked. “I never imagined that you were as good as you proposed, I guess we have to do this more often”, she teased, kissing him on the cheek, before jumping back. “But now, I must get to work..therefore, I’ll see you later, sweetheart”, walking over to her dresser, she threw him a key, obviously being to her home. “Hope to see you later”, she winked, exiting the room. Shichirou sat in the bed dumbfounded, before looking at his breakfast. “No need to let this go to waste”, and the chowing began.

A few minutes later, Shichirou exited the room, wearing his black suit that he wore the day before. Walking down the stairs, he reached the front door, locking it then leaving. In front of the home was a garden, a beautiful one with roses and flowers. Obviously, whatever “work” this lady did, she was pretty damn good at it. Suddenly, a rain shinobi ran up to Shichirou, screaming “Commander!!!!”. Shichirou sighed, “Why do you have to scream?”, he quickly inquired, rubbing his head as if he had a headache. Occasional hangover, that’s what it was. The rain shinobi looked down at the ground, rubbing his hands together in a nervous manner, “S-Sir, I apologize. I-I-I”, the shinobi was saying before being interrupted by Shichirou, “I-I-I-I-I-I-I”, the Chiyo repeated continuously, teasing the man for his inability to speak without stuttering. The shinobi turned a bright red, and with that Shichirou burst into laughter. Enough was enough in this case. He had gotten his laugh and that’s all he needed. “Just calm down. I’m not going to hurt you”, he reassured. “Now, I assume you came for another purpose?”

“Oh, y-yes!” the Shinobi replied, seemingly gaining a newfound sense of confidence. He looked at Shichirou, towards him rather than the floor, and saluted. “The Commanders, well, you guys have a schedule later this week that consist of going to the meeting area!” he informed. “I was told to come inform you of this. Hibiki and the Amekagesan have already departed for the village. You and I are the only ones that remain, sir!" the shinobi continued, saluting. With a sigh, Shichirou placed his hand on his face, muttering "But, it's only been two days." Flicking his hand, dismissing the shinobi, Shichirou continued, "Just go and catch up with them. I'll be with you guys shortly." With that, the shinobi departed, leaving Shichirou to himself.

Shichirou lifted off into the air, enveloping himself in a bubble which seemed to have floating-like properties. In a matter of minutes, Shichirou reached his vacation home, entered the door and had appeared before his closet. His room wasn’t fancy at all. Simple wooden floors, as if they were made out of bark. He had a twin sized bed, nothing really. Shichirou typically preferred the simple life. Plus, he could spend his money on his perverted antics. It really all worked out.

“That deals with that!” Shichirou said to himself, opening his closet. Reaching into the closet, Shcihirou grabbed his standard attire, consisting of a red vest with a fir outlining elegantly worn over a green t-shirt which illuminated upon his lean muscular build, coupled by red, stylish sweatpants tailored by only the best and green and red closed toe shoes.

He walked into the bathroom, placed his desired outfit on the door, as a hook was there especially to hold his clothes and stepped into the shower. He turned on the water, allowing the hot droplets to soothe his skin, the steam filling the room; a sauna for the man. The water ran down his body as if he was a smooth stream, cleansing the bacteria from his skin. Coupled with this, the soap that he had brought on his own was one that was centered around completely penetrating the pores and truly cleansing the body, leaving nothing that could potentially harm his appearance.

Shichirou put his right hand on the wall of the shower, submerging his head under the waterfall of water. His thoughts wandered. He began to think about Kumogakure, the Land of Lightning, his clan, then his mother appeared in his thoughts. A woman gone before her time, someone he had loved so much that it nearly drove him insane. Everything else disappeared, and only Hibiki and Izaya remained, the last bit of hope for sanity.

Forty minutes had passed and the Chiyo turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and put on his clothes. Using different types of lotions, creams, he moisturized his flesh, ensuring that his skin was in tip-top condition. He combed and brushed his hair, ensuring that every strand was perfect, brushed his teeth until they released rays of white light on their own. He stared into the mirror after his routine, simply smiling at himself. “Well, damn. Someone is quite the sexy man, are they not?” he complimented, forcing himself away from the mirror and out of the bathroom. He grabbed his wallet, thick with money that he obviously wouldn't leave in his vacation home and departed it, taking nothing but his wallet and body.