The Gathering of Nine

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The Gathering of Nine

The known leader of the Ketsueki, Shishio, walked into a small gathering chamber with nine chairs sitting around it holding a sack that looked to be soaking with blood. No guards stood watch inside nor out. As a mater of fact there was not another person permitted to be within 40 feet of the building. Shishio nodded towards the woman he saw, leaning back in her chair with her feet on the desk. She was drapped in a similar clock to Riojin, who sat beside her, with long black hair and various pieces of jewelry in her hair, on her wrist, and a beautiful flute resting between her index fingers. "Shade, welcome back my dear." He said.

A short nod and a quick reply followed "My lord."

Shishio circled the table and placed a welcoming hand on Riojin's shoulder as he looked across at the man staring at him with deep blue eyes. This individual wore black and blue garments and from his facemask the visual of his breath was abundantly apparent. It looked as if he was sitting within a walk-in freezer. "Zero."

The man nodded silently. He leaned forward, placed his hands on the desk and ice would form on the structure about an inch out around.

Shishio looked to Zero's left and smiled at the slightly deformed figure using its sharp limbs, which were hands that turned to spear heads, to scratch at the ice formed on the table next to Zero. "Baraka. I see you are aloof as always."

The man, or creature some could argue, looked up and said "Baraka not here to be anything but Baraka. Master summons, Baraka comes. Master has blood for Baraka?" Shishio chuckled and pulled a bloody, muscular arm from the sack he carried. He flung it across the room and the brute caught it in the air, skewering it with his sharp limb. Baraka tore at the skin with sharp teeth and began to eat.

"No mater how long we have been together... I will never get use to that." Said a calm, almost seductive voice near the doorway into the room. A man with long silky black hair, draped over the gasmask that took up the whole bottom half of his head stepped fully inside. Beneath his elegant cloak he hand vials strapped to his chest, waist, and upper thigh. Behind him another came in swiftly, the newest of the group. A younger girl with white eyes that most of the world would be familiar with. Behind her came one more, a Hoshigaki wrapped in blood stained clothing.

"Miasma... Asami... Catcher, come in come in. Take a seat." They both did. Miasma sat next to Shade, Catcher next to him, and Asami sat on the other side of Baraka who was elbow deep, literally, into the arm he was chomping on.

Shishio moved over and took a seat smiling. Riojin narrowed his eyes and said "Nine chairs?" Wondering why the table, that on any other occasion only sat eight, now had nine. "Ah yes. We wait for one more."

Baraka looked up with a bloody face and a mouth half full as he said "Who?"

"Me." Said a voice that came out of nowhere. It seemed to materialize from the shadows behind the beast. Everyone's heads shifted as a tall lean man stepped into view. He wore a dark green robe and a hat, matching in color, that resembled Shishio's in some ways. "Good evening everyone. So nice for you to... finally see me." He said as he took his place next to Shishio.

"Aye, who is this guy?" Said the Hoshigaki identified as Catcher.

"My name... is Ashido Aburame." Said the new attendant before various gasps filled the room. His gloved hands rested on Shishio's shoulders. "You may learn more about me later, now... Shishio must speak."

The Leader, who some were now questioning if Ashido had been around the whole time and if he was not the leader, addressed them all;
"These new Kage have taken it upon themselves to boldly march upon our lands. Considering I may or may not have had a hand in unleashing Bijuu upon their villages, I am not shocked nor surprised at their want to move against us... but it is their ego I am annoyed with. They think they can just pick up a few people and go where they want... and do what they want. We have played the political game long enough. I am issuing an order to each of you... By the end of this month (Sunday night) you all are required to have delivered one kill from either of the countries. I want the victims blood soaking into the front gate, head resting against the village walls, and the body resting in sun on top of the walls. I want them to know that they do not own the world, and they they damn sure should never be so stupid as to blatantly move against us again. Be it by assassination or by overzealous force... you all are to pay me this new dept. One kill each, no less, don't care if its more. I better hear the rumblings of murders in the weeks to come."

The Underbosses Asami, Miasma, Shade, and Baraka stood up and acknowledged their orders before heading out. The Infamous Three consisting of Riojin, Zero, and Catcher was told to stand fast. Ashido stood up and said "You three are the most powerful under Shishio... your skills unique and until recently, most unchallenged. I have a special gift for each of you..." He said as he rolled up his sleeves...

Ketsueki Leadership Breakdown
Underboss
Hyuuga, Asami (Hyuuga Master)
Miasma (Herbalist Master, Weaponist Master)
Shade (Nara Master, Musician)
Baraka (Basaka, Sage Transformation)

Infamous Three
Zero (Yuki, Ice Master, Fuuton Master)
Catcher (Hoshigaki, Barrier Master, Suiton Master)
Hyuuga, Riojin (Hyuuga Master, Tenseigan)

Leader
Shishio (Jiongu Thread, Doton Master, One Eyed Mangekyou Sharingan)

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Aburame, Ashido (Aburame, ??, ??, ??)