The Park

Madam Red took her large red hat off and looked straight at Kurin. She liked his forwardness and also his discretion. He wouldn't die just yet for associating Angelina Durless to Madam Red.
She took seat on the bench with an elegant move and crossed her legs, placing her hat on her lap and joining her two hands together on her stomach, like a real lady would do. She had manners, even though she was now a killer for the most part, not having many occasions to show off her social ways of being.

Even though she was known as being a rather crude and shameless woman in high society, she was in fact quite a sober person, who actually hated such behavior. Her only frivolous side would be her love for clothing and jewels, on which she spend most of her pay on. She liked having decent conversations with people, especially educated ones who hadn't any narrowed minds about aesthetics, loyalty, killing and what not else that could be turned into acid words filled with lies and clashing feelings.
Yes, Madam Red was a killer. But that didn't mean she had always been proud of it. In fact, deep inside of her, she couldn't forgive herself and it tortured her like poison in her bones, making her feel old or simply like a monster - monster that she was already in the eyes of society.

She wasn't bothered by having been lead away by the Kaguya - he had nothing offensive of his aura, just suspicions and some wariness for her. She could understand that. Anyone would be like that thanks to her reputation. But his question did trigger something in her chest, a rather unpleasant feeling.
Bloody Angelina closed her ruby eyes and sighed softly. She wasn't in the mood to enter a fight, nor did she have any will to enter on enemy territory around this young man. He was far too interesting to be enemies with him and she was even, yes, attracted to him. It had been a long time since that had happened. In fact, from the day her sister and her husband had died.

"I see...Well. I supposed I should introduce me properly then. Or would those formalities be unnecessary, Kaguya-san?" she asked calmly, keeping her eyes lowered, showing that she wasn't planning anything.

She had to admit, the offer the Kaguya proposed was quite tempting: having free company, ready to help out who wasn't all too bad as conversation partner sounded like a gift fallen from the sky to any random person.

But, Madam Red couldn't but to feel suspicious from it. It was too perfect, too good to be real and it was in her nature to be careful of any friendly propostions. Shehad a rather confidetial mission to execute, which wasn't to be taken lightly either.
She had heard rumors in the village already, about a violent bomb user, who was the host of the Kyuubi, the Nine Tailed Fox. Other people whispered about a cruel Kage who had a wife and two children and lastly, there was the wife herself, of which she hadn't heard much other than that she was a rather discreet person.

Nothing that sounded very impressive, except for the Kage himself, a man that was striving to surpass Orochimaru, the infamous snake sannin from the old legends. In fact, she failed to understand why her own Kage was so interested in the village of Forsaken Heavens, seeing the low number of rumors of strong shinobi from there that there was to be heard. Even the best guarded secrets had it's own rumors and right now, the biggest secret would be the Smoking Bomb Hayato. Quite a mighty name for such a puny child filled with the demon Kyuubi if you asked her opinion about it.
She had already decided to leave the mission upon those informations and focus on meeting the lat Xzeno master in Forsaken Heavens.

But back to the Kaguya. She was god in reading people and feeling muder intents and right now, the man didn't seem to have any. In fact, apart from being quite bold and determinded, he was relaxed, if not simply keeping some of his guard down, conversing with her as ifshe was a normal ninja, if not an ally, not showing her any possible hostility he could have for her. It was...nice to be honest.
"I'm flattered , Kaguya-san." she replied calmly. "Though I may wan't to warn you that I am quite a difficult character to work with, as I have been working on my own for all my shinobi years so to say. If this doesn't bother you, I shall apply myself upon adapting myself to team up with you. I am quite enthusiast in the prospect of working along side of you."

Then, she remembered his last words, telling her that he hadn't much time. As Bloody Angelina still was a doctor in the first place and that her first nature was to worry and love all people she met, she could hear some words slip her lips, which were interlaced with worry and concern.
"What do you mean with not much time, Kaguya-san? Is an illness shortening your life span or is it the time that you have left before joining the troups of your village to rage war upon the Village hidden in the Wind? Or is it both?"She had heard that the last Kaguya, the one who had lived several hundreds of years, had been of a weak constitution and died slowly and painfully while trying with all it's might to defend his masters interests. He failed against the wielder of the Ichibi and a young taijutsu genin, of which's name escaped her. And that knowledge made her actually worry about herjust accepted and temporary partner.
Worry she didn't like to have; it made her feel soft, as if she was losing her touch.

Pft. How cheesy. So cheesy that it made Madam Red, yes, Angelina Durless smile.

She shook her head, the smile grazing her lips and her eyes looking down at her hat that was still on her lap, suddenly not being able to look up at him. She was feeling weak suddenly. Weak like before she had become Madam Red, too open, too close to someone, not hiding well enough who she was, unguarded for any other psychological wound.
It annoyed her, how he used the same name, as that man, her sister's husband used to call her. It made Angelina feel exposed, as if she had come back in time and had become the little, naive young girl from that time.

When she heard him say he was doing well health speaking, she felt relief wash over her and her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, giving her a less stiff aspect. But hearing him talking about having to defend the village made her feel uncomfortable. Her sister's husband had been killed in duty. While she barely knew this man, she was already associating his death to something as painful as that of Tsuna had been. She felt sick of herself for having put them on the same level. Was it because she thought of another man than him or because she already imagined the Kaguya dead?
Not really knowing what to answer to that, she softly nodded, and her her hat somewhat tighter, her knuckles whitening some more.

She did know he hadn't worked with a partner. But she also knew that he wasn't someone who'd randomly snap and kill. She just killed, killed, killed, watched the rain of blood fall while singing this sick melody that came in her mind while laughing or smiling like a child that watched snow falling.
She wondered somewhat if he was the same. If he also simply killed like her.
No, he didn't. He had raised and still was raising children of his clan and some mysterious twins. He wasn't a killer who killed for fun. If he was, he would have murdered his own family. She...would have killed them. For being children, for being beings she couldn't carry anymore in her life.
But, when he said he'd also put efforts in their cooperation, she felt some worry dissipate. It might go well after all. She looked up again, staring directly in his eyes when he asked her if she wanted to stay loyal to him as he'd stay loyal to her and they'd surprise the world together.

The idea amused and interested her. She knew that he was on par with her powers, if not superior. He knew how to speak, how to act and was a born leader. Being around him wasn't such an unpleasant idea.
"This pretty much sounds as if you'd ask me to marry you." she replied, teasingly. "But of course. I do like the idea of staying at your side."
She stood graciously up and bowed to the man in sign of respect and submission. Then, she rose her eyes up again, a satisfied and almost happy smile on her lips.
"Please do take care of me now that I've sworn to remain loyal to your side."