Shall we Dance? [Group]

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The figure of a pink haired girl with aquatic blue eyes stepped into the ballroom, her usual simple attire replaced by a skin-tight dark blue dress, her ears and neck adorning diamond jewelry. In her hand was an equally shiny small purse. She was wearing pin heels, the same colour as her dress. She was here on a mission, although nothing about her attire gave away that she was a shinobi. Her hair was intricately styled and on the surface, she could pass off as any of the others who were present. Ami was assigned a protection mission, one of the wealthy families of Gekkousato was holding a banquet party, inviting diplomats and important people from both villages. In hindsight she could have just worn her regular shinobi attire and protected her client that way, but she wanted to catch any suspicious people off guard, disguising herself and doing a good job at that in the process.

The girl was waiting for her partner, a Sun shinobi. She was getting somewhat annoyed with her village as they now simply flat-out refused to tell her the people she was working with. Although the idea of working with new people wasn't something that bothered her too much, she at least wanted to know on missions lile these so she could prepare. Ami would take a glass of champagne from one of the silver platters a waiter was carrying for the guests and take an absent-minded sip, her eyes scanning the room and the many guests gathered. The room itself was a large wooden floored space for guests to enjoy dancing after dinner. There were three doors, the entrance where she had come in from, a back entrance or exit that was on the other end of her line of sight and a side door that led to the dinner hall. There were over fifty guests, each and every one of them flaunting their riches like peacocks trying to show off their feathers with their accessories and luxury branded dresses and suits. This was a bigger event than she had imagined, setting her cup down on a table and sinking into a chair off to the side.

Their mission was simple, protect the guests while they enjoyed their night and take the host, by the name of Arakawa Yuuto, and his family back home safely afterwards. Since they were at a banquet hall close to the village, she figured that the escort back home wasn't a concern. The dinner and dancing would be a three hour event, possibly longer depending on the guests themselves. Ami was sure that if any thieves or bandits got wind that there were so many wealthy people gathered in one location, it would almost be stupid not to try a hand at their riches. In her purse she had her weapon pouch, having left her katana behind. She prayed nothing would happen tonight, her eyes picking up the lighthearted conversations and soft laughter that was slowly filling the room. Ami was not one to socialize at formal events, keeping to herself most of the time to avoid conflicts. She only hoped her partner would arrive soon.

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“I’ll just take that as a compliment on the effectiveness of my disguise.”

Ami almost gave a little jump from her seat as she heard a familiar voice, or so she thought. Her eyes traveled to meet the gaze of the person who was now standing beside her, taking a moment to register who he was. Tatsuya...her eyes widened a fraction as she sank back in her seat, obviously distracted a moment by the fact that he had just handed her the glass of champagne that was now in her hand. His disguise had been perfect, or had it been that she was getting a little rusty in her own shinobi skills? Whichever it was, it would take her a moment to fully register the sun shinobi, and when he covered his left eye with his hand, it actually helped her a little at identifying him. She had not expected to see him in his attire, much less without his eye patch, and her facial expressions would relax as she gave him a small smile. She picked up her glass again and twirled it in her hand absentmindedly, her eyes scanning the guests.

"Are you a fan of these...gatherings?" she would ask in a low whisper, gesturing to the seat next to her for him to sit down. They might as well make themselves at ease, to not look like the odd ones out. The girl would motion to a waiter passing by with some wine and whisky on a silver platter, similar to the one that she had taken her champagne from and motioned for Tatsuya to take something to drink. Ami had never been to such formal events, never feeling the need to even pretend that she wanted to fit in with the upper class. in fact, the many times she had been invited as a Hyuga member in her village she had politely turned down, asking her parents to take her place. If it hadn't been for the mission she wouldn't have dressed like this, much less come here to waste three hours of her life. "Don't you find it ridiculous that people actually enjoy these things?" she was speaking more to herself than to her partner, taking a sip out of her glass.

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