Into the Filth

[Raizo]

The cloaked figure zigged about the back alleyways of the Sietch Zensunna. It was stalking, searching, looking for some prey to pounce upon. The rooftops had became a painfully obvious place to look towards, since some of the criminals were former Suna shinobi they would think to keep their watchful eye upwards when looking for the movements of the ANBU. So Kasha moved on the ground, bustling his way through the muck and mire with the rest of the filth.

His movements would be halted as his gaze narrowed in on a singular figure exiting a domicile with a bloody bat. The figure himself appeared to be coated in several layers of blood, most dried. It would seem this individual was enjoying his new found freedom, and this wasn't his first night of fun.

Taking off a full speed, Kasha would approach the figure and quickly leap up into the air. The man was startled by the sudden appearance of someone in a white mask, and was even more surprised by what happened next. While in the air Kasha's legs would both raise and extend forward, driving both of his feet into the chest of the escapee. The force would send the man gliding backwards, back into the home he had just exited and through the coffee table in the middle of the living room. After making contact, Kasha would drop to the ground and quickly pop back to his feet, causing a momentary jostle with his movement until he quickly picked back up his full speed.

"What th---"

The man's inquiry would not be fully heard as the full sprint ANBU drove his right foot straight into the face of the man. The force would once more send the escapee darting backward, this time from a sitting position, straight into a nearby wall. The impact dented the cheaply made structure inward, fastening the body to the plaster. The man let out a cough, mixed with blood and teeth, as he began to regain his composure.

"Just... who..."

While the man choked out his words, trying to formalize his thought through the surging pain, frustration and confusion, Kasha was making his way, this time merely walking, towards the man.

"the hell... are..."

Before he could finish his new inquiry he was cut off once again. This time the interruption was in the form of a white glove being planted firmly around the neck of the man. The grip would intensify, restricting the flow of blood and air from the head and rest of the body.

"I'm not important. You are not important. Because of both of those things we will be having a friendly chat. I want to know a little bit more about this place."

His grip would loosen as the man once more began letting out a violent fit of coughing. This, like his inquiries, would be abruptly interrupted as the right hand of the ANBU would latch back around his throat.

"Are you a part of 'The Hand of the Cabal'?"

The grip would only intensify. Kasha knew letting him have his chance to speak right now would most often be futile. At this point the prisoner would not realize the seriousness of the captor so they would be hesitant to divulge information. Instead, he would ask the question and immediately follow it up with aggression. It was a different brand of interrogation but one he found effective when dealing with grunts. He needed this man to know that he truly did not value his life. That he could just as easily kill this man and find another unwilling playmate. It was time for this man to show him how valuable he was.

"I..."

"Oh? You have an answer?"

Kasha's grip remained firm as he now started to raise his body upwards, to a standing position. This would in turn slowly start to drag the man, by his throat, up the wall.

"You see I really don't think you will tell me what I want to know. Guys like you, from the black palace, were broken long ago and now no longer fear tactics like this. That is why I don't believe you will chat with me, which means I am wasting my time."

It was now time to further implant the image that he not only didn't care about this man but was unstable himself. His free left first would quickly slam into the wall next to the man, knocking a hole clear into the plaster. Thanks to his natural abilities the force of his single punch was much more intense than your normal shinobi's, so the sound of not only the wall the man was pinned onto being broken through could be heard, but the faint echoing of a few more chunks of plaster being ripped through behind him could also be heard. This could be the future of the man's head.

"I..."

"Very well, I will let you speak. I don't have high hopes, though. So once I hear the first hint of something that is bullshit I will end our conversation... and find a new partner."

 

[Raizo]

And then there was a crack. The skull of escapee was firmly planted into the wall, breaking through the plaster once more.

"So this, Hand of the blah-blah, is just what you jackasses are going by? Some sort of respect thing for your liberators?"

The man, whose face was covered in a dark crimson mask by this point of the 'conversation, weakly motioned an affirmative with his head. Once seeing the answer to his question, Kasha would release his grip on his prisoner dropping him to the ground. He was in a little bit worse condition than when he found him, but there was no need to kill the man. He wasn't going to be causing any more trouble from this point forward, and by the time he could physically cause some trouble this situation should already be back under control. The man had served his purpose.

"Thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate that we can part on such good terms."

The masked man would turn his back on the broken individual on the floor. He would start to make his way out of the housing unit when his eyes caught a hold of something; a picture of the previous residents. It was a small family of two children and what appeared to be loving parents. The two children were both boys, brothers.

"What happened to the family that lived here?"

He didn't need to turn around, he knew the answer. When he first laid eyes upon the man he was exiting this domicile and was covered in fresh blood. His eyes would scan the room until noticing a pair of feet off in the corner.

Male feet, the father? He must have been the one to open the door.

Next to the feet was a metal pipe.

He was prepared to stand his ground.

Moving around a bit, Kasha would notice blood droplets trailing off into the various rooms down the hallways of the home. Each room had a line of dots entering, or exiting, each of them. The man, his prisoner, must have searched each room. Aside from the blood there was nothing else seemingly done to the house. There was no signs of items being removed or plundered and the escapee only had a bat in his possession. This man did not come here to loot, he came here to kill. To quench his homicidal thirst.

His gaze, the black emptiness created by the mask, would turn back to the man laying upon the floor. The man was defeated, he was broken, but before that he was a vicious animal. An animal that tore into this homestead and killed everyone within it. Kasha slowly began to make his way back to the man. The man, using his own instincts, could tell when someone was hunting with killing intent.

Why should I let this pile of filth breath for another second longer? He killed this family, without remorse. Without a second thought.

From his hip he would draw his sword, a sword given the name "forgiveness". It was time to take this man down the path of forgiveness.

His blood will be the atonement for his crime.

The blade went seamlessly up into the air. There were no sounds within the moment, everything stood frozen in time. Within a split second Kasha would send the sword cutting downward into the chest of the broken prisoner, effectively putting him out of his misery. Before this action could take place, before the vengeance could be realized, Kasha would lower his blade and sheath it once more.

"No, I am not here to kill needlessly. I am better than the beast that now roam this area. Good day."

His back would turn once more as he made his way for the exit. Once again his gaze caught the family photo, but this time it fixated on a single portion of the photo; the kids. There was something about the two children that caused something deep within him to stir, something primal, something instinctual, something dark. There was a burning sensation that seemed to travel from within all of his body. There was a feeling of release, as if something was unlocking within his body. This was the last memory he had before his eyes went black.

Brothers...

Kasha's vision would return as everything seemed to flood back to him, as if he had just woken up, but instead of laying down he was standing up. Within his hand was his blood soaked katana and before him was the remains of the prisoner from before. Pieces of the man seemed to litter the ground around him, as if having been viciously torn asunder by a wild beast. Upon the wall was the blood of the prisoner and a message for whomever would enter this home next. Kasha was unsure of when he did this, but had to have been the one to do it. Shaking his head he would solemnly turn his back to the scene of the murder, sheath his blade and exit the home.

Upon the wall laid the message;

The Kasha comes for the souls of the evil and damned

Kasha was unsure what had happened, but he could not let that moment side track him. There was justification in the killing, to some degree for him, so there was no point in getting hung up on the particulars. It was time to keep his investigation going...

 

[Raizo]

Making his way, once more, down the alleys of the Sietch Zensunna Kasha would look down at his blood stained glove.

What happened? Did I lose myself to rage? Did that ever happen to me before the coma? Damn it, if I can't keep myself in check this could be a long process that I might not see the end of... losing myself in rage in such a situation will lead to my death. Keep it together, Roku!

His eyes would turn their attention upwards.

"The Levels... it sounds like some more prey will be lurking around in that area. Makes sense with the population contained within that wall. Makes for a perfect hunting ground for a predator."

Unfortunately for those lurking on the denizens of The Levels, a new predator was about to enter their hunting ground, and his prey was fellow hunters. It was time to start thinning out some of the problems that now plague Suna.

Without hesitation the masked figure would take off towards the main housing district of the village, with the hopes of finding a new conversation partner.

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