Special Delivery from the Mist (Past/Kazu)

This meeting had gone sour even faster than she'd thought. And with every awful word his tongue uttered further, she contemplated cutting it out. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold. I can't believe I let myself be enamored, even for a second with such an ass. she thought, her amber eyes narrowing into an actual glare. "You seem to think rather highly of yourself," she scoffed, gving him a quick look over as though there was absolutely nothing to be impressed about. Good looks could never mask a foul personality.  "The likes of you would never be allowed a meeting with the Raikage so easily." she wrinkled her nose in disgust, heaving an angry sigh.

"Now," she started, maintaining a cap on her composure, at least for the moment. But like always, her eyes betrayed her. Glaring daggers into an icy glare that challenged her own. And that only pissed her off. "If you're quite done with your temper tantrum, I'll take the package now." she said flatly, as though chiding an annoying child. Her left hand reaching out, palm stretched and waiting for the package she'd been promised.

That is, if he'd even brought it. No where in his introduction had he specified that he'd even brought it with him. Though with his ill manners, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd marched all this way just to bicker with the Raikage. The nerve! Why, she ought to take his head now for daring to take even a step into their territory and be so rude!

"You didn't forget it, did you?" she said, running out of patience for the white haired man who stood before her. Shaking her head. "And I will note your lovely attitude in my report to Raikage-sama. I expected more from a shinobi of Kirigakure. Perhaps that was foolish of me."

                                                                                    ooc: You're a butt.

That damn smirk of his. Had they been on better terms, she might have found it attractive. But now? She wanted to rip that smug smirk right from his face. She'd been very clear, despite masking her anger behind pleasantries, that she disliked him. And yet he was still smirking as though he'd won a fight that had only just begun. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, foreigner. She thought, her eyes narrowing in a vicious glare at his grin. He was grinning now. And if he'd done it to get a rise out of her, she was ashamed to admit just how well it was working. There was something about his fox-like face that shattered any fabric of composure she'd been hiding behind. Her iron-built facade had crumbled within minutes of their meeting, and that only left her frustrated. All the while he appeared to be having fun.

Frustratingly enough, she couldn't quite argue with his comment. As he was a Jounin, and that stood for something. Presuming the Mizukage wasn't just handing out promotions nowadays. Albeit of all the villages to expect that of, one would expect it from Kirigakure. A village that had yet to shake it's awful history.

"That is fine," she began, a soft sigh escaping from her lips as though they'd been arguing tirelessly for hours now. "However, a wise shinobi would know his place and rank. And that one is not met by his superior simply because he assumes he deserves it." she frowned, still rather irked by how readily he'd assumed the Raikage would grace him with his presence. He was a busy man after all. This was why he had subordinates; to attend to matters outside his desk. A mere B-Rank mission such as this wasn't worth her Kage's time.

As his body shifted, her foot pivoted and she shifted her weight ever so slightly. Her amber eyes reanalyzing his entire stance, already planning how she'd sever his head from his body if he dared try to move past her.

"I wonder what was going through the Raikage's head when he decided to send you to meet me. He clearly was not in the right set of mind."

Ah, now he'd hit a nerve.

"Excuse me?" she said, her hand falling to grasp the hilt of one of her blades. Her fingers tracing the small indents in the hilt that informed her she was indeed holding Shi, the blade of death. She always carried two chokuto with her: Seikatsu and Shi, life and death. And only one blade had ever tasted blood. It was something she was oddly particular about. Always keeping Seikatsu as a blade that protected life, while Shi was the chokuto of judgement, a harbinger of death. It was something the 'Black Panther' had grown rather infamous for, and it only further proved how meticulous her personality was.

"I'm sure Raikage-sama was thinking about the mountain of work he has. The many lives he must micromanage. And how little time he has to speak with ill mannered foreigners and retrieve a package." she hissed, her thumb tracing the hilt of Shi like an itchy trigger finger, waiting to push the blade out ever so slightly in a satisfying click. But he pulled back just in time, holding the package out to her outstretched hand, though childishly out of reach.

Easing her hand off the hilt of Shi, she snatched the package away from Kazu with both hands. Careful not to disturb its contents as she checked the seals for any signs of being tampered with. She didn't trust the fox in front of her, not. one. bit.

"Well," she said, seemingly satisfied with the condition of the package. "You've done your duty, so hurry up and get out of my sight." she glared, holding the package protectively with both hands. She had no intention of moving from her spot until he was far from sight.