``What's he doing here!? {Open}

[Architect]

Whoa did you see Itachi? Yeah! What's he doing here!?

The same old whispers, just a different day. The shuffling sound of the pages of his newspaper turning would carry across the span of the closest few tables as the young Uchiha sipped milk, thats right the schools milk, from a carton. Most of the people in the room were confused, if he was one of the Host Club members what was he doing eating normal school lunch in the cafeteria instead of with the rest of the Host Club? Everyone present was pretty much too afraid to approach and ask him what was up as well. Using a single finger he'd slide his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose a little more and continue sipping his milk. His vision had started to falter a little lately, probably because he was forced to use Tsukuyomi a few weeks ago.

Dark onyx occulars would scan over the mid section of the news paper, reading about a few of the latest crimes. Apparently someone had been mugged and hung on a flag pole by theyr legs to dangle in the breeze. A soft "Huh.." was uttered by Itachi as he linked the crime to Shukaku most likely. The Bijuu were starting to become a problem, however he could not control them to the extent that he wished. So on his eyes would travel, moving down the black and white pages looking for something of more interest. "School Garden takes first place, not surprising.." he whispered to himself as he kept reading onward, now scanning slowly over the want adds. Alot of people selling kittens and such, he had always wanted one actually despite what many knew.

Slowly now his hands drifted over to a small greasey wrapper on his tray, gently unwrapping the burger within as he eye'd it with a smirk that was not too noticeable. One of his favorite foods sat before him, however he would most likely be reprimanded for eating something like this by the others. This was one of his quirks however, he wished to feel normal in some way or another. The usual show as this was called, Wednesdays when Itachi would come down and eat lunch with everyone else. Many just assumed that it was due to fund transfers being held up or something, or perhaps he had left his cards at home. Lifting the greasey school burger to his lips he'd take a bite, chuckling softly to himself.

"A delicious piece of "Hell" too bad I don't get to experiance it more often.."

[havoc]

Just outside the cafeteria a riotous conflict had begun to unfold. A young cocky junior had confronted a senior for some reason or another. Now this was not so uncommon, it was high school after all, but this junior made the mistake of confronting the wrong person. If you wanted to mess with someone, the Bijuu definitely weren’t the ones you turned to, and their leader, known as Kyuubi to most, was known for having a ferocious temper. So when the junior approached Mitsuo for flirting with his girl he ended up three feet deep in the solid metal of the lockers.

Crowds parted and students whispered at Mitsuo’s passing. He took no notice of them; he was used to it and welcomed it. It was only right that he should be respected and feared. He was the living embodiment of an immortal god, and not only that, he was the strongest of them all. There were few that he would ever be worried could threaten his power, and none he would acknowledge freely.

He had been looking for one of his friends to hang out with, one of the Bijuu or one of his few other friends. Usually he had tabs on and knew where some of the Bijuu were, but at the time he could not find a single one of them. So he decided to make his way to the cafeteria to get some grub. Not like he was supposed to be there. He should have been in class, but he didn’t go and no one complained. He was having some fun with a cute brunette when some dick just had to walk by and ruin his entertainment. It just so happened that he was dating the girl, but he didn’t give a crap, and at the time it didn’t seem that the girl did either.

He stopped for a moment and inhaled. He loved the mixed aromas of the cafeteria, not the best food in the world, but it hit the spot in a pinch. Mitsuo wasn’t that hungry, though, so he went and bought a bottle of water and a bag of chips. Leaning casually against the wall he sipped at the water and scanned the room for familiar faces. One such face jumped at him.

Taking a last chip from the bag he crumpled it up and threw both it and the empty bottle into the trash can. Strolling over to where Itachi sat eating, he looked down at him. Hatred bubbled in his stomach. He had nothing against the man personally, who knows they might’ve even been able to tolerate each other enough to be friends, but he abhorred the Host Club.

“Uchiha,” He said coolly. “It’s nice to that you Host Club members are not all so self absorbed that you can’t come and eat down here with the rest of us.” Parts of this statement were laced with sarcasm, as he considered himself superior to everyone in the Host Club, and he wasn’t exactly normal and part of the school crowd himself.

[kazeraikou]

Only a few tables away sat one of the seniors, eating some food she had brought herself. Marii was not too fond of what food the school served, so she usually brought her own to save money and avoid weight gain.
Suddenly, people begun to whisper and she looked up for a second. It was one of the seniors: she did not knew his name, but she had seen him in some of her classes. 'Why do I feel shaky of all that sudden...it is something with this guy that scares me a little' thought the foreigner and looked at him for a few seconds. A few rays of light hit her specs and made them shine.

The blond made his way over to Itachi, who sat about two-three tables away. “Uchiha,” said the young man with a cool voice. “It’s nice to that you Host Club members are not all so self absorbed that you can’t come and eat down here with the rest of us.” said the senior.
'Host Club...sounds familiar to me. I better stay a little tuned, this seems interesting' thought the girl and closed her eyes a little while she chewed on her sandwich. She sharpened her ears and tried to figure out what they were talking about.

[isamukinyishi]

Lunchtime.

The perfect place and the perfect time to observe people. To the analytical mind of Isamu, people tended to be more relaxed and offgaurd when they were eating. It was something about the action of eating itself, you couldnt exactly be a gaurd dog with a burger occupying your mouth. In addition, for most people, lunchtime was a happy hour, most left full and satisfied so it was a perfect time to see how the students interacted with each other - as well as figuring out how the heirarchy of power stood.

Every school had a food chain and this school was no different, in fact, the food chain was even more aggressive at this school. If one werent careful, they could be chewed up and spit out by someone higher up in an instant. But none of this scared Isamu, if anything, it excited him. Dominance was in his personality and no matter what, where ever he was, he would stand at the forefront - he had no peers.

So it was that he found himself in the lunchroom, an untouched plate sitting in front of him on the table. Seated across the lunchroom, with the wall at his back - a little paranoid quirk he had - his hands were steepled in front of his face, fingers intertwined and obscuring the lower half of his face. As usual, even while inside, sunglasses shaded his eyes from the world, and hid the abnormally stark silver eyes from the public. Thus, no one really noticed the intense stare that radiated from his eyes whilst he leaned on his elbows, studying the hustle and bustle of the cafe. Perhaps it was instinctive on their part, but other students avoided his table, some giving the grey blazer and trouser clad young man a wide berth.

Eyes shifting to a young girl snuggled up next to a boy sitting near the center of the cage, he thought she seemed familiar. When she turned her back in his direction in order to reach across the table, he realized that she was indeed familiar; she sat in front of him in one of his classes. However, the student he'd pegged as her boyfriend, was definitely not the one she was cuddled up next to in the cafe. ...there was potential for blackmail there, and the info was filed away for future reference. Regardless of the fact that she'd been friendly to him, gave him a heads up about the teacher, and was one of the first few to welcome him to the school, she still would serve as a pawn to him, at some point.

Heightened whispers caught his attention and pulled it away from the cuddling couple, and in a different direction. Seeking the source and center of the commotion, which wasnt all that far away from him, his gaze finally alighted on a young man sipping milk and reading a paper. Itachi? Is that what I heard? He seems to be an important person...when I look at him, I get the same feeling I get when I look in the mirror...interesting. Isamu made a mental note to look up more information about this particular person - especially when another student walked up to Itachi and declared his last name. So his name is Itachi Uchiha. I think the Uchiha are important people in this community; I definitely have some research to do. So, for the moment, his attention turned to the other student.

This student too, gave off the same impression Itachi did which piqued Isamu's curiosity even more. It was too soon to assume that the two students who presumably ran this school, was right in front of him...wasnt it? He would see.

[Architect]

The Cheeseburger always brought problems, however this was exactly what he had wanted. What was a normal life without the occasional problems or run ins with the people you disagreed with. Seeming as if he had ignored the man, Itachi would slowly finish his meal in a world of his own with his dark eyes focused only upon the table. Bijuu must be getting a little restless. Folding his paper with a quick and surprisingly amazing movement of the hands he would put on a fake smile. "..and I see you're not too busy to come hassle me." he spoke in a low mono tone showing minimal interest.

"You would think such an important person like yourself would have something better to do then exchange sarcastic words." he spoke swiftly as he closed his eyes now in what appeared to be an even wider grin. To those not truly listening it would seem as if he was merely being friendly like alot of the Host Club Members often were. His true visage was hidden beneath one that was built by his kin. "What do you want Kyuubi? Generally speaking, you wouldn't approach one of "us" if you didn't need or want something.." he asked in a low whisper.

Something inside told Itachi that someone could be watching, the instincts that many of his caliber held. He would not make any move to try and locate anyone who seemed to be doing something out of the oridinary, instead he would merely let them listen. "Tell me, is this the work of the one you call Shakaku?" he would ask as he thrust the article in the paper towards Kyuubi, his tone held a low threatening tone as he glanced in Kyuubi's direction. A glare unnoticable to most would be flashed as their eyes met for a brief moment. "Did "he" let you all off your leash then?" he questioned slowly.

Tobi, the one man that Itachi hated more then anyone within the school, the one man who held sway over the Bijuu. Of course Itachi only had this information because he was working for the school to try and pin point the culprits of an old crime. His work had been long and tedious, however he was a bit closer. If he could figure out which Bijuu did it, and gather evidence to expose Madara.. he would be free of this hell.

[havoc]

Eyes narrowed for a moment as the impulse that he was being watched closely washed over. Seeing as he was already standing he let his golden orbs rove seemingly normally. Itachi alone, perhaps, would notice, but most others would not. He thought he had pinpointed the direction that this feeling was coming from and tuned in his senses.

A single student sat alone on the other side of the cafeteria. Kyuubi could not tell if he was looking in their direction, due to the shades that covered his eyes, but he might as well have been staring directly at the pair because Kyuubi could feel his attention on them. Well, a lot of attention was on them, many of the students cast quick glances at the two, both powerful and influential in their own right, but this was different. Filing the fact along with an image of the man in the back of his head he turned his attention back to the task ahead.

Itachi had not so much as moved to acknowledge him. It was not as surprising as one might think, the Uchiha’s were known for their subtle stubbornness. “You would think such an important person like yourself would have something better to do then exchange sarcastic words.” Mitsuo smirked and tutted playfully. “Indeed, indeed, one would only think.” He spoke just as impassively. He knew the host club members were not all as friendly as they feigned to be, and the grin Itachi gave him was almost certainly artificial.

“What do you want Kyuubi? Generally speaking, you wouldn't approach one of "us" if you didn't need or want something..” Yes that’s right, Mitsuo thought to himself, the last time I spoke with one of them I did indeed desire something. “Well, you see, that might be the case… or it might not. Who knows?” Kyuubi enjoyed the little game that they played, it wouldn’t do well to let wandering ears hear too much. Itachi proceeded to shove an article toward him, implying that it was one of the Bijuu. For a split second Itachi's attitude changed, his tone becoming slightly hostile. “Hn, Ichibi,” He responded. “I doubt it. I think I would have heard about it if one of the lower downs was up to something.”

Kyuubi did not fear in revealing much about their hierarchy, he was sure Itachi already knew more than what was good for him. Their eyes meet for a knowing moment, as a secret that they alone in the room knew about. “Did "he" let you all off your leash then?” At this Mitsuo’s temper flared and he lost all self control. His chakra spiked to an unpressedented level for a moment. His upper lip rose menacingly over sharp canines, as his eyes turned red and monstrous with anger. A demonic voice uttered itself from his depths, “Leash! Leash! Ha, he never had any hold over me! I am a god. No mere mortal has a claim over me. “He” will come to his own soon enough for what he has done. Your presence alone reminds me of his stench, Uchiha! Know this. “He” will most certainly be destroyed.”

It had all passed in moments. Kyuubi had gripped the table closest to him and the piece had crumbled under his grip, scaring the few students seated there into fleeing. As his rage ebbed away he opened his fist and let the dust fall to the ground. Breathing deeply, he blinked rapidly in succession. He looked upon Itachi, his vision now clear of the red tint. He had not meant to let it go this far or to reveal that much. If he had not known before, he would be certain now. I must show control over it, he berated himself on losing control, but he was sure that all that most of the students would have saw was Kyuubi being angry, a common enough sight.

[isamukinyishi]

In the noisy cafeteria, it was difficult to hear what was being said between the two students. Regardless of that fact, actual words themselves isnt what Isamu was the most interested in. While words could be revealing, could tell secrets, could be highly informative, Isamu wasnt neccessarily after information. He could find that on his own, whether by extortion and blackmail or by good hard research; no matter what, he could find the information he needed.

No, Isamu was looking deeper than that. Facial expressions, hidden emotions, feelings that bubbled just beneath the surface. Mannerisms. That little twitch of the jaw when someone clenches their teeth - although they may be smiling on the outside. He could read it all like a book.

It was a little difficult in the cafeteria though; now that his attention was focused solely on these particular two students, he found that people kept passing in front of him, disturbing his view and such.

Thus he couldnt be entirely sure whether or not what he was picking up on between the two guys was accurate or not. They both had the appearance of being civil, and from the snatches of conversation that he caught every now and then between the background noise of the cafe, they were really and truly being civil. But something was off about it. The one called Itachi had a friendly smile on his face..but his eyes did not smile. It was like he was watching two actors with masks on.

The one sitting down, Itachi, thrust the paper towards the boy standing up, leaving Isamu wondering: ...Did he just address that boy as 'Kyuubi'? ...and did I hear something about a leash? ...there's definitely more than meets the eye to these two... Sure enough, it seemed the words of Itachi sparked something in the other boy and he exploded. Students in the cafeteria scrambled in fear as a spike of fearsome chakra rippled through the room. Some cowered, others ran - one girl even fainted.

It touched something in the darkness inside Isamu, causing something ugly to struggle to make itself known. His clenched hands trembled, his grip so tight that his knuckles turned white. ...Not in fear, but rather in excitement; the excitement one god feels when faced with the power of another god and the thrill of the clash. His body longed to respond to the spike in a similar faishon, but he withheld it with a little effort. ...Calm down Isamu, it's not time for that...you've gotta stay a nobody...a nothing in their eyes... As the enraged senior snapped a corner off the table, crushing it in his bare hand, leaving nothing but dust to trickle from his grip.

Isamu's eyes switched to Itachi then, waiting to see his response. ...are you going to let your mask slip too Itachi Uchiha? ...are you going to show your power? The next few seconds would tell.

[kazeraikou]

What do you want Kyuubi? Generally speaking, you wouldn't approach one of "us" if you didn't need or want something..” said Itachi. 'Kyuubi!? What the...' thought Marii and kept listening, her eyes a little wider.
“Well, you see, that might be the case… or it might not. Who knows?” said the boy. The duo kept chattering a little while the female drunk some of her water. “Did "he" let you all off your leash then?” said the Uchiha. 'Hm...this seems a little fishy' thought the greenette and laid the water bottle back into her backpacker.

Suddenly, the guy who had been called 'Kyuubi' walked over to those who sat to her right. 'Why do I feel a bit shaky now...' thought the girl and felt a small lump in her throat. For some reason, she had a bad feeling in her gut.
She got her answer soon enough; within a second, the boy destroyed the table. Marii almost felt off her chair. "That's it" muttered the female and went out with the students who had got their tables destroyed. 'That guy is mental...' thought the immigrant and disappeared into the small crowd and went out of the cafeteria.

[Exit]