Looking at a mirror image of himself, Junko seen a sleepless individual. Small bags under the eyes, sweating, hair a mess, shirtless, and reddish eyes due to the lack of sleep. "No sleep once again." Junko said being accustomed to sleepless nights. Junko had grown up being alone at night, knowing pain and frustration like the back of his hand, but how come he managed to smile during the day at patients at the hospital?
A mask, not showing his true emotion or true face, as if he was a ANBU naturally. The mask itself seemed as if it's the thing that keeps Junkos emotions in check. The only time Junko could remember showing his true colors was when he left the village for training with Daisuke. The Devastating training showed Junko how ruthless the world was even though the world tormented him since birth. Being an orphan , only having his brother at his side, but where was his brother? Since getting involved in the ninja world, it was as if his brother vanished from the face of the planet.
Now completely alone, with really no one, but his sensei that has now become the sennin of the medical branch. Daisuke was his only source of family and the only person he could actually show his true colors to. Junkos true pain, sorrow, and happiness was one thing that he felt only Daisuke could recognized. Learning, living, eating, fighting, sharing stories with that one individual, which made him an important part of Junkos life. Daisuke helped shape Junko into the talented shinobi he is, even though the world itself taught him the basics of life.
familiar questions seemed to float in Junkos head. Questions he seemed to ask himself his whole life. "Who am I? Where am I truly from? Who are my parents? Where are my parents? Family.. What is a true family like?" Junko thought leaving the bathroom going into his bedroom. It was as if a hurricane had hit the place, clothes laying around, with multiple objects out of place or knocked down. A smell of sweat, ambition, and cigarettes floated through the air. Looking at his bed, a women stood near, putting on her pants.
"I had a wonderful night, I hope to revisit sometime soon." The women said in a seductive voice, making it known that she wanted to comeback another time. "Their wont be any revisit for you." Junko said bluntly, showing no emotion towards the women. Watching as she grabbed her shoes and stomped to the door angrily. "Douche" She said as she left the apartment.
"Time for this mask to come off." Junko said as he tightened his belt on his pants as he was dressing himself moments after the women's leave.
An hour later...
Thunder clapped as Junko Could be seen wearing his normal suit, covered by a cloak to shield him from the rapidly falling rain. Equipped with his ninja kunai, box of smokes, and katana. Nights like this only reminded him of the nights he had to kill, sometimes slaughtering families at a time just to survive. Back with Daisuke, when training wasn't just training, but training was surviving. Back when Junko was reckless, and a battle hungry individual. Did that side fade away? Or was it truly being covered by a mask?
Sitting on a rooftop of a popular club letting out a small pulse of his chakra, Junko could feel the roaring winds, hear the booming thunder with cracking lightning, the loud music of the club, while seeing the everlasting rain fall as people entered the building. If one was skilled enough, they would be able to feel Junkos chakra blocks away. Afterall, he wasn't trying to contain it.
"Entertainment..." Junko said laughing, a laugh that wasn't released in a long time, filled with excitement while chills went down his spine. Within seconds, screams could be heard from the club. People rapidly exited, scattering like small insects. "It's A Demon!!!" People shouted as they fled in terror. A huge Demonic power could be felt as a beastly roar echoed throughout what seemed like the entire village. The building shook and cracked as the demonic power steadily increase. "This building will fall in a matter of minutes." Junko thought as he stood to his feet.
Exiting the club was a white human figure, with orange long hair, shredded clothing, red markings, and horns. The man or demon glowed with a Red aura, holding a all black katana. Releasing chakra so strong it made it difficult to breath, let alone move. Looking at the figure made Junko sweat. Was he nervous? Was it fear? Or simply excitement? Vanishing, Junko was no longer on top of the building, but in front of the demon like human figure, with a great distance in between them. "What's this thing motive? Who is this? What is this?" Junko thought as he pulled out his katana.</COLOR>
Junko was still only a MiT, nothing special. Still working on some of the basics of his training. As one would view the situation, the first thought would be, "He think he could take that thing alone?" Most would call Junko insane or a fool to think about pursuing the thing, but looking at Junko one would see him smiling, if not laughing as people coward in fear around him, calling for help, praying kumogakures elite shinobi would take care of the situation.
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A mask, not showing his true emotion or true face, as if he was a ANBU naturally. The mask itself seemed as if it's the thing that keeps Junkos emotions in check. The only time Junko could remember showing his true colors was when he left the village for training with Daisuke. The Devastating training showed Junko how ruthless the world was even though the world tormented him since birth. Being an orphan , only having his brother at his side, but where was his brother? Since getting involved in the ninja world, it was as if his brother vanished from the face of the planet.
Now completely alone, with really no one, but his sensei that has now become the sennin of the medical branch. Daisuke was his only source of family and the only person he could actually show his true colors to. Junkos true pain, sorrow, and happiness was one thing that he felt only Daisuke could recognized. Learning, living, eating, fighting, sharing stories with that one individual, which made him an important part of Junkos life. Daisuke helped shape Junko into the talented shinobi he is, even though the world itself taught him the basics of life.
familiar questions seemed to float in Junkos head. Questions he seemed to ask himself his whole life. "Who am I? Where am I truly from? Who are my parents? Where are my parents? Family.. What is a true family like?" Junko thought leaving the bathroom going into his bedroom. It was as if a hurricane had hit the place, clothes laying around, with multiple objects out of place or knocked down. A smell of sweat, ambition, and cigarettes floated through the air. Looking at his bed, a women stood near, putting on her pants.
"I had a wonderful night, I hope to revisit sometime soon." The women said in a seductive voice, making it known that she wanted to comeback another time. "Their wont be any revisit for you." Junko said bluntly, showing no emotion towards the women. Watching as she grabbed her shoes and stomped to the door angrily. "Douche" She said as she left the apartment.
"Time for this mask to come off." Junko said as he tightened his belt on his pants as he was dressing himself moments after the women's leave.
An hour later...
Thunder clapped as Junko Could be seen wearing his normal suit, covered by a cloak to shield him from the rapidly falling rain. Equipped with his ninja kunai, box of smokes, and katana. Nights like this only reminded him of the nights he had to kill, sometimes slaughtering families at a time just to survive. Back with Daisuke, when training wasn't just training, but training was surviving. Back when Junko was reckless, and a battle hungry individual. Did that side fade away? Or was it truly being covered by a mask?
Sitting on a rooftop of a popular club letting out a small pulse of his chakra, Junko could feel the roaring winds, hear the booming thunder with cracking lightning, the loud music of the club, while seeing the everlasting rain fall as people entered the building. If one was skilled enough, they would be able to feel Junkos chakra blocks away. Afterall, he wasn't trying to contain it.
"Entertainment..." Junko said laughing, a laugh that wasn't released in a long time, filled with excitement while chills went down his spine. Within seconds, screams could be heard from the club. People rapidly exited, scattering like small insects. "It's A Demon!!!" People shouted as they fled in terror. A huge Demonic power could be felt as a beastly roar echoed throughout what seemed like the entire village. The building shook and cracked as the demonic power steadily increase. "This building will fall in a matter of minutes." Junko thought as he stood to his feet.
Exiting the club was a white human figure, with orange long hair, shredded clothing, red markings, and horns. The man or demon glowed with a Red aura, holding a all black katana. Releasing chakra so strong it made it difficult to breath, let alone move. Looking at the figure made Junko sweat. Was he nervous? Was it fear? Or simply excitement? Vanishing, Junko was no longer on top of the building, but in front of the demon like human figure, with a great distance in between them. "What's this thing motive? Who is this? What is this?" Junko thought as he pulled out his katana.</COLOR>
Image of Demon
<COLOR color="grey">Junko was still only a MiT, nothing special. Still working on some of the basics of his training. As one would view the situation, the first thought would be, "He think he could take that thing alone?" Most would call Junko insane or a fool to think about pursuing the thing, but looking at Junko one would see him smiling, if not laughing as people coward in fear around him, calling for help, praying kumogakures elite shinobi would take care of the situation.
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