Name: Hyuuga “Yaku” Kishin
Age: 13 (in appearance)
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description:
Kishins true appearance is all but hidden now. What he should look like is similar to Sara Yaku, the kenoichi of Iwagakure, a natural citizen of the Fire Country and Konoha. His face is the only feature that is considered acceptable for modern day exposure. The rest of his body is deformed and almost inhuman in appearance. One of his eyes is completely filled in black, a pupil present but slightly discolored, but gold in appearance. His right eye, appears normal, except for being mostly white with a hint of lavender like his sister.
He is rarely seen in public, and when done he is usually in rather plain clothing of a white t-shirt with long blue undergarments and blue pants with general type of sneakers.
When on the hunt, Kinshin is covered from head to toe, clad in red and black. The colors are chosen to hide injury and to hide appearances in the dark. His face is covered with a white mask, ever smiling and always watching.
Character's Mental Description:
Unstable at best? Though that depends on the target of his animosity. Injustice is given to his enemies, and justice is given to those he helps, as long as they themselves don’t see him deal it out. Cruel would be putting his malaise lightly. He finds a sense of enjoyment in making his targets suffer. Slow and painful or not at all. He has even been known to heal his victims just to keep the feelings of pain lasting. Though, this tends to stretch beyond his contractual duties.
When not on the hunt, Kinshin is rather quiet and unobtrusive for the most part. He just doesn’t have the know how to interact properly with people. And when he tries, and he does try, he is usually met with disdain or fear. Those that get to know him keep him at a distance, and those that don’t; won’t notice him. “The Red Jackal”, or his other name, “The Jackal of the Shadows”, tends to stick to the fringes of society.
History:
If Sara Yaku is the heads part of a coin, Kishin would be her tails. They are identical in every way opposite. She was shown love and care, he was shown hate and brutality. The main difference he sees between himself and his sister is the knowing of the secret of their past.
What was missing from recorded account was of course Kishin, the identical twin and brother to Sara. While unconscious from the pain, a second child was birthed, one that was kept hidden from all..
After the onslaught laid by Sian, Sara was unable to be re-obtained by 'The Yamanaka'. The Yamanaka is the most notorious clan in all the hidden villages. On the outside, the appearance of the clan seems peaceful, flower shops adorned with color and their hospitality unequaled. These flower shops though are just fronts for the clan, used as methods of smuggling goods from one country to another, hidden exchanges represented by colorful center pieces. Their flower stalls may look innocent, but this clan has dark ties. The leaders of this section were highly known for their trades of weapons in the black markets of the world. Weapons of great power and ancient ties, though, this was but a small sum of what they did. The trading of specialized weapons was the surface, but to those deeper within the underground, those of a higher caliber, they were known for something of greater value. Human trafficking was one of their more prized asset collections. And even here, it was deeper. Their trades focused more on selective crowds. Those that sough power, power that only came to a few, a very select few. The people that they trafficked were those from established Blood Lines and of unique abilities (Kinjutsu). A slave mercenary that knew shadow jutsu, a female baby machine that pumped out those of the Kuguya clan, the eyes of a Hyuuga…
This is where Kishin was. Though…proof always was a greater provider. That is where Kishin lucked in. Manifesting the famed Byukugan fetched greater sums then just showing a kid that might have it. So the group had to raise Kishin. But, they also decided it might be just as good to train him to be muscle. A Hyuuga eyes, they were valuable. But to have an actual Hyuuga body guard, well both were easy trades, and both fetched a hefty sum. But advertising him as two for one, well that was just golden.
His training was cruel. His fostering inhuman. The things he was forced to witness, to be subjected to, to perform himself.. unspeakable. Falling in line was easier then fighting against it. A lesson he learned harshly and quickly enough. Kishin was a true prize, one worthy to the syndicate. But, all good things must come to an end.
The sun shown down on the ivory colored grass. The sky was bluer then the waters of the ocean, the clouds whiter then salt. The air smelled of lavender and wild flowers. It could have been a perfect day to most. Kishin stood, holding the trunk of a tree, huffing and puffing, blood spilling from his eyebrow. Ahead of him, the shinobi academy of Iwagakure. Kishin watched as a group were training on the fields, some tossing kunai, others practicing hand to hand combat, some playing ANBU. It almost seemed like a dream world to him. A girl lurked nearby, hiding behind a tree, watching for her attacker. Kishin, was spell bound. Her lightish blue white hair, almost lavender in color, the flow of her dress, the sparkle of her smile, the dark purple almost appearing blue eyes.
The resemblance was truly remarkable. He watched her for a good half hour, having to see it for his own eyes. The story seemed made up. He was told a month ago about having a sister, and he just didn’t believe it. Of course, the itch had to be scratched. It was used as a weapon against him, meant to cause him to run. They weren’t sure if it would, Kishin truly was one of there best pupils. They were sure they beat him into full submission. But the threats they spoke of, the wanting of capturing her, the things they said they would do to her…he had to be sure.
“See..we weren’t lying you little shit..” Kishin didn’t even turn around. “But of course we knew you would want to see her. Who wouldn’t. I mean shit, look at her. Damn..I can’t wait for the day. Those pouty lips, that voluptuous butt…her amazing eyes..You know those eyes don’t you.” Kishin turned around, drawing his hand up and immediately was on the ground. “We trained you so much better then this. So much.. I was sure you would run though, even though they said otherwise. HAH.” He grabbed Kishin by the hair, his nose now bleeding and eyes watering. He smashed his face into the ground, forcing dirt into his mouth and wounds. “Of course, this works as well doesn’t it. Just look at your reaction. Putty in my hands, you are soft BOY! SOFT!. Nothing that can’t be solved with some resolve of course.
The man kicked Kishin in the ribs as hard as possible, air escaping his mouth. “The mind is a funny thing isn’t it. Amazing what a little story can conjure to the imagination. Us telling you you had a sister. A very skilled and strong sister. One with a possibly long road ahead of her. Damn..almost looks like the mother. Amazing..Wait..sorry sorry. Your mother. Her eyes brough in a nice fortune too. Shame we couldn’t get the mothers, but hey…maybe we still can huh.” Kishin tried to get up, anger building up, “Noo…I will kill you you son of a.”
Another kick came, this time to his head. The world started to spin uncontrollably. Confusion was all he could muster. “Sit boy..sit.” The man bent down and punched him in the face, and his movements stopped..
The great merger to Konoha happened around the middle of Kishin’s hunt. Sara left the village, and Kishin felt a fire being lit on his ass. He didn’t want to loose sight of his sister. More then on occasion watching her from afar. Keeping tabs on her regularly. Of course, Kishin knew all the happenings in the village. Anything insidious or mild that happened in the darker parts of the village were known to he, the “Jackal of the Shadows” controlled all.
A few years passed, Kishin took down all of his prey within the organization, collecting and saving his funds for the day he would disband the group entirely. Several outsiders were always trying to take his life. Shame that he was immortal..they had no chance. It was around the time he was 13 he decided to abandon all reason and follow after his sister. He lost his passions for staying in Iwagakure, especially after all his families enemies were removed. He lusted to see his sister once again.
It took some time, but he found his girl, she having gained some renown among the shinobi of the Leaf. Her becoming famous made his life easier. Finding her, keeping tabs was a simple task. His life though was becoming a bore. It was a surprise to him, he thought having an easier life would be, well easier. But he kind of missed dealing out his own sense of justice. Leaf wasn’t the light at the end of the tunnel, it had it’s own shadows and pockets of darkness. He constipated the idea, carving himself out a piece of the leaf. He had no need of course, but then again, there was a need of something…
Age: 13 (in appearance)
Gender: Male
Sex: Male
Character's Physical Description:
- Height: 3"10'
He is rarely seen in public, and when done he is usually in rather plain clothing of a white t-shirt with long blue undergarments and blue pants with general type of sneakers.
Character's Mental Description:
Unstable at best? Though that depends on the target of his animosity. Injustice is given to his enemies, and justice is given to those he helps, as long as they themselves don’t see him deal it out. Cruel would be putting his malaise lightly. He finds a sense of enjoyment in making his targets suffer. Slow and painful or not at all. He has even been known to heal his victims just to keep the feelings of pain lasting. Though, this tends to stretch beyond his contractual duties.
When not on the hunt, Kinshin is rather quiet and unobtrusive for the most part. He just doesn’t have the know how to interact properly with people. And when he tries, and he does try, he is usually met with disdain or fear. Those that get to know him keep him at a distance, and those that don’t; won’t notice him. “The Red Jackal”, or his other name, “The Jackal of the Shadows”, tends to stick to the fringes of society.
History:
If Sara Yaku is the heads part of a coin, Kishin would be her tails. They are identical in every way opposite. She was shown love and care, he was shown hate and brutality. The main difference he sees between himself and his sister is the knowing of the secret of their past.
It was early morning, one that to anyone else would be similar to most others. It was slightly cloudy in the village of Iwagakure, not enough to hide the sun throughout, but enough to allow for a decent amount of shade from the sun. It would have been good lazing about weather i a few hours, as the night was a little chilly. Their was a slight pickup in the wind, to provide a nice relief when walking about later on in the day when it was warmer. The village was still in the stages of opening up, most still asleep except those with shops in the main corridors of the village. It would be easy for anyone to tell that the day was going to be a great one throughout. The hospital was mostly empty, it having been a slow evening. It was a peaceful morning.
In a room, that was pretty decently cleaned, a young girl slept. A few shirts and several panties tossed about on the floor. The sky blue room was decorated with pictures of smiling people, and several books opened on a desk with a set of clothing set out for the next day hanging up on a closet door. Besides a small kitchenette with a oven and twin burners setup, laid a bed. Several small ripples were laid out with every few seconds a thrashing and violent up throw of the covers. A young girl was tossing and turning in bed, squirming and kicking. The bed with a light shaded violet color was soaked in a heavy sweat. She pulled the covers up, trying to block the light that was creeping into the room through the window. The occasional soft cry was let out as the girl tried to release the tension she was feeling.
This lasted another two hours before the young girl, Sara Yaku got up, tears rolling down the sides of her eyes. She whined as a burning pain, almost impossible to bear plagued her. The room felt..smaller to the girl, warped almost. She could see the entire room as she pulled herself slowly out of bed, holding her head and rubbing her eyes. The room was decently lite, even though only a small amount of light dimly lit the room. And even more odd to her, was the room was a several shades lighter then she remembered. Out the window, she could see for several thousand yards out, watching as people walked about outside for their morning rituals. She fell back onto the bed, allowing the softness of it to relieve some of the pain. She recognized this appearance, though lighter then usual. But she wasn't sure why. Why? Why was her Byakugan active? She tried to release them, in hopes to decrease the pain. She closed her eyes and upon opening, her hopes were dashed. She tried again, and again, the pain waning some but it was almost unbearable still as more tears filled her eyes.
Something was odd last night, that was what she was sure off, but it wasn't this bad. She felt more fatigued then usual, a need to close her eyes and rest overtook her early i the evening. She had tried to fight it since midday yesterday while she practiced a few basic maneuvers in her usual stance based exercise. She fought through it but by around 4 in the afternoon it was becoming extremely difficult. That was 15 hours ago. She had mostly slept for those 15 hours, an oddity for her. She closed her eyes and that relieved some of the pain, but upon opening them the pain returned. She laid there for another 10 minuets before getting up, fighting through it.
She slowly walked down the path towards the hospital, one she was used to. Though she wasn't going for work today. Maybe, just maybe they would be able to help her relieve the pain.
The reason for this event was one that took place long long ago. It started before Sara Yaku, as she was now known as, was born. Around the tumultuous time of when Konohagakure was in the throws of chaos. The village was in the mist of internal turmoils, and external ones as well. The village was on heightened alert as the barbaric village of Iwagakure, rather some members of Iwagakure's underground were taking advantage of Konoha's troubled times. On an outpost on the Iwagakure/Konoha border, a young lady along with several other shinobi were stationed at a outpost. Their job was simple yet dangerous, protect the nearby towns and guard the outpost. For the most part it was a lax job, very little happened in their territory, Usually the worse was the odd jobs at local towns that required the needed the aid of a shinobi like stranded animals or storm damage prevention.
Within the outpost, lived a young shinobi named Sian Hyuuga, a not very adapt member of the clan, she wasn't incredibly skilled with he clan's fighting style, and was rather recluse on the idea of using her skills to hurt others. Instead, she used her skills in healing and medical ninjutsu. She was the outposts medic on duty. The young Hyuuga was beautiful as she was skilled in medicine, having plenty of admires on the base and towns nearby. Though, anyone as pleasant and kind as she tended to attract such attention, not to mention of shinobi and those that knew and respected the Hyuuga clan's capabilities.
It was sometime in the summer, the night a strong storm was coming. The wind had been snapping trees earlier that day, placing the shinobi that occupied the outpost on high alert to help the surrounding towns. Everyone was spread thin, taking teams of 3-4 shinobi and sending to two towns each. The young Sian was to be left at the outpost, on the ready to be sent out if someone became injured. The outpost was thinned to a crew of 3 including herself.
Sian was sleeping when it happened. She woke to a clang outside, loud enough to echo in her small room. As she made for the doorway, an explosion ripped nearby, feeling the searing heat on her skin. She saw one of her companions, running towards her and fall to the ground. Behind him, she saw three shadows that didn't register on her glance. She was still bewildered by the explosion, and from her sleep. She ran over to her comrade, seeing his skin charred and blood on the back of his uniform. She looked around and it was at that moment she saw white and then everything faded away.
The young woman groggily stirred awake. A small light was above her, distorting her sight for a moment until she got used to it. She, where was she? Sian couldn't be sure, a sense of uncertainty and confusion taking hold. The sense was tossed away when a strong pain could be felt from her head, and the taste of blood on her lips. She was face down in the dirt and tried to use her hands to push herself up. As she did, she flopped her chest on the ground and rolled to her side. Her hands were unable to be brought from her back and she pulled on them. It took a moment but she eventually realized that something was wrapped around them. She rolled onto her back then over to her front onto her knees. She leveraged her weight back and looked around her surroundings. The light was blocking her vision beyond decently. This place, it was unfamiliar to her. She continued to look around as she saw movement in the darkness before her. A single match was struck and brought to a pipe. Puffs of smoke waft their way to her and she could smell the wet, almost rotten tobacco shove it's way into her lungs, the smell of wet dirt mixed in with it.
Laughter could be heard outside the building. She tried to focus on the figure before her. Slowly her sense of feel was coming back. Her hands; wet, grainy and heavy from the dirt that clung to them. She could feel her face was covered by the wet stuff as well, clinging to her cheek and lips. She called out softly to the figure ahead, "Hello? Where, who are you?" The man sucked on his pipe and a moment later pulled it out with his large hand. Sian spoke again just before he blew the large cloud of smoke in her direction, breathing out noisily, "Where am I?" The laughter outside echoed again as another explosion occur ed moments later. A raspy voice struck out, as if it were trying to grasp at the air as it exited his mouth, "You are,...in my camp." Another moment passed and he continued, "We are in a town just north of YOUR camp. We ran into it as we entered your country, trying to....acquire, some goods. " His voice changed as he said the last part of the sentence. "They were also kind enough to inform us of your camp and we just had to start a dialog with ya'll." He laughed a little as he spoke.
They sat in silence for a moment as he puffed on the pipe a few times, and then through the doorway a woman tumbled through the the makeshift doorway, crashing through the cloth that separated the rooms. Sian kinda recognized her as a person that lived in one of the nearby villages that they were in charge of, given by the clothing. 'So, we are still in the Fire Country.', she thought, and now wondering why the woman was here. A man then followed a few seconds behind her, kicking her as she tried to get up and Sian's face distorted into disgust, "Why, what the.." She stopped, now thinking of her situation. She was a prisoner, and she needed to keep her mouth shut if she wanted to get away. The man that was 'escorting' her, a 4'6" thin toothpick of a man with a poorly shaven beard picked her up and shook her then pushed her forward. Soon she was next to the smoking man and then kicked towards Sian.
"Is this the girl you were speaking about!" The smoking man said softly. The woman trembling as she looked at Sian then back to the man. "I...I...I...." In the shadows, the smoking man looked at the other, and he walked forward and punched her in the face as she turned towards him. "Please, don't! No more! I...I..." Sian could now see the toothpick of a man, a torn white and brown dirty shirt and ripped pants. He had a knife on his side and walked with a gait that his left leg was slightly injured. "Is she the fucking Hyuuga or not bitch!" He kicked her closer to Sian and Sian's face didn't change in that moment. In her mind, the race was on. 'Shit, they know I am..they are..crap, crap crap crap. Tell him no, please please tell him no.', she thought over and over. Her poker face, could someone have a poker face in that situation? Nothing she could do would end this situation for the better for her. She could deny and defend the woman, and that could be used against her. She could act neutral and put on a straight face and that would look odd too. Every thought she could think of would put her in a bad position.
Sian's mind still raced, moving faster as the woman with the dirty and bloody face, bruising on any exposed part of her could be seen through her town clothing. 'Please, please say no!' "I...I...am not sure. I think it could be her. I mean...Wait, wait please." The man picked her up and tossed her towards the smoking man, into the darkness. A second later Sian could see bolts of lighting orbit the mans hand and got a glimpse of his face as he placed his hands on the woman's back and she wailed. The scream was high pitched and ear splitting. A pain beyond anything she probably had ever felt before coursed through the woman's body until she stopped. The man continued for a moment longer, the sparks as he placed her hands onto her revealed his eye patched old face. A black mustache and black hair with long sideburns were visible, a smile on his face. Then he removed his hand from the silenced woman and she fell to the ground with a thump and laid motionless.
Smoke filled the air slightly, the smell of burnt hair and flesh filling her nostrils. The man kicked at the womans arm then laughter erupted from the skinny man. "Hah ha ha, whoo that was pretty good man." The man breathed in deeply , "That smell boyyo, it is something else." He picked her up by the hair, and looked at her face, "Just look at that horror, man! Got to love when it stays like that." The man looked up at the smoking man and then dragged her our of the room by her hair uttering, "Goin to give her to Orn, he likes it when they don't move, Hah haa." Making a slurping sound as he exited through the doorway.
The smoking man looked back at Sian and puffed on his pipe. A few minuets passed, Sian just sat their unsure of what to do next. Every instinct telling her she was going to die. The man smiled unbeknown to her, "Well, lets try this again. We have to be sure you are whom we think. Hopefully the next one can live a little longer." The man got up and walked towards the doorway calling out, "Bring in the little girl. Maybe that will.." The rest of his words incoherent. This time, it was someone else, and they brought in a little girl, about 7 years old. She was tossed in and skidded to a stop a few feet away from Sian. The little girl cried in pan as the guy that tossed her in grabbed her by the arm and pulled hard. You could hear the bone break upon doing so, 'Broken elbow'. Blood was coming from her nose, 'Internal bleeding', a black ripple on her skin ,'3rd degree burns' Each diagnosis making Sian angrier and angrier. She got to the 8th when she broke out as they started to quetion the girl. She used her chakra to cut the rope behind her back and ran towards the two of them at full speed. She dropped kick the man applying the torture to the kid, while he was bent over to pick her up as she clawed at the ground. As she turned to hit the smoking man, she was punched in the stomach, puking all over the ground. In her moment of pain, she grabbed at the girl and pulled her close. Then kicked in the side she skidded back to her original position, under the light. She applied a healing jutsu to the girl, trying to stop the internal bleeding.
The man she kicked got up, cursing then headed over to them and pulled at the girl. Sian held tightly until she was punched i the face twice, her arms going weak and lost hold. "Stupid bitch...for that this girl is going to be really messed up." The girl screamed and Sian spoke out loud, "STOP...Please....stop.." A smile coming over the smoking mans face while he stood in the shadows smoking his pipe...
She couldn't be sure how long it had been. A month? Three? Maybe almost a year? Sian had been in the grasp of different captures, traded as a sex slave in one form of another. Or perhaps she belonged to a single person, and had just been left to be defiled over and over again. Hundreds of times maybe, she couldn't be sure. Time and events a blur to her, the horror of it all creating a mental block defying space and time itself. One thing though, between the sessions was her stomach was getting bigger. The times between it all she cried, thinking she should end her pregnancy. One time she had tried, and she almost succeeded. Though she was stopped before she could completely go through with it. From that point on, she was always restrained, and treated more gently. Well, gentler, and a medical person of some sorts would see her every so often. She always begged him to help her, but he would look at her blankly and always repeat the same phrase,"I can't help you ma'am, For the money and because of their threats.." , treat her then leave. Soon enough the sex slowed, hearing the words about, being up for sale for a hell of a price. "Two Hyuuga for one." "Four eyes will make a hell of a good sell on the market.."
Then one day, the pain was incredible. They had put her to sleep and by the time she woke up, she felt lighter. After birth all over the floor, blood, juices, she knew what happened. Sian wailed out, crying endlessly. She cried and cried until the point of exhaustion and she passed out. When she awoke, she found herself in a soft bed, something she hadn't felt since her capture. She looked around and saw the doctor holding a small child in his arms. He walked over to her and placed the child delicately into Sian's arms. She smiled, another feeling that seemed nostalgic. For a week she was treated well by her captures. A week that almost feel like forever, though also so short. As by the end of the week, they took the little girl away from her. On the seventh day, Sian had, to how she would put it, "Came to her senses." She realized she was still being held by her captures, and that they had always planned to sell her, and now her daughter. She didn't want her child to go through anything like she had, and made an attempt to kill the child. She was quickly stopped, thinking she wasn't always being watched. The woman again yelled for her kid, for her to be released and she would do anything they wanted. Again time passed unknown amounts to her, she called out for days, endlessly, crying and yelling for them to bring her child back.
Then they did, a day that would most likely never make the light of history ever in Iwagakure. The dark underworld of Iwagakure though did take a hit that day, unmatched to any other. But the information about the event was kept secret, documents of it sealed in the deepest parts of Iwagakure. A rage, rage so horrible, so unkempt, released upon the world to the fullest by Sian, the sights held by the few that day that rescued the young baby girl infused into their nightmares.
What felt like a forever to Sian, but only 3 days in the real world passed. Eventually the brought her daughter back to her, but kept out of reach. The smoking man sat in her room with the kid in a cradle next to him. "You..Give her fu#$ back to me you #$@% @#%$#% @#% ^$#@ ^$#^ ^$$#^#$ bitch. " All manners of words came from her mouth. The man sat in his chair, smoking his pipe letting her get what she needed off her chest. Until she sat their silent, huffing and puffing from the anxiety. The man looked at her questioningly, glasses covering his eyes. He sat their for a moment, smug look on his still partially grown beard and mustache. "I...kind of expected that to last a little longer. Thought you would be more angry than this. Hmmm." He headed towards the bed to table which she was now strapped onto. "I had planned to not tell you this but, pfft. Why keep myself from the enjoyment. We had found a buyer for you. I wasn't going to tell you this but." He looked back and someone exited the door then entered with the child in arms. "Yes, sir.""Like I said, a buyer for you. He was quite generous in his deal, but we thought we could get more and couldn't, so he made a acceptance. He wanted three eyes." The smoking man held the girl in his arms an looked at her, the young girl in his arms giggled as he touched her nose. "It was going to be hard to pick between the two of you, but. Maybe we can....regain our stock using you." He made a baby sound at the little girl, trying to act cute that caused the little girl to laugh, taunting Sian in the cruelest manner he could. In his baby talk he uttered the words, "...Whose eyes are going to make me a lot of money. Whose eyes, your eyes." ...." Whose going to have their eyes ripped from their sockets. Your eyes, your eyes."
The rage of Sian's eyes were remarkable to peer at. Eventually he stopped his actions and handed the little baby to the doctor that was taking care of her. "Go ahead with it.""Right away, sir." He looked back at Sian and smiled. "We will have to get it started I guess." The man walked towards her, pulling at his belt at his pants...
Two hours passed, and screams could be heard coming from where Sian was. Man after man entered the room, more screams coming. Though, not from a woman. An alarm began to echo out, and everyone came to action. Outside of the compound, the civilians could hear the alarms, then came the explosions. It sounded like a war zone. For a short time things went silent. What ever had happened, it was over with it sounded.
The explosions caught the attention of a few shinobi that had been at a bar in the area. They entered the base to find people strewn about, blood, painting the walls. One of the shinobi threw up at the sights he saw. Something that appeared to be someones arm entering through the rear and coming out with intestines at the bellybutton caused it. Hearts laden the floor in some areas. Others just pieces of bodies. Everyone that they found was dead, beyond dead. Though the group did manage to find two that were alive. The crying of a baby attracted them but it took some time to find the area, the echos being heard from afar. Though eventually they tracked the trail of dead bodies to it's end. They found there, a sight just as bad as the others, maybe even worse upon having delved into the thoughts of the event several days later.
In the room, they found a young woman, Pulling her own out of her head, her bloody fist wobbly placed over the childs face. She then inserted the eye ball, placing it into a small baby. The room, soaked in blood, several jars sat at the side, instruments recently used sitting next to it with a small amount of blood soaking into the paper they sat on. The young girl and the baby were in the corner of something that looked to be a surgical room. They raced over to her, and Sian panicked. Her eyes sockets bleeding like facets, the appearance similar to that of crying blood. She placed her glowing hand over the child's new eyes and she blinked and cried, fussing with the hand of her mother. They asked if they were okay, unable to think of much else to say as she cursed them and said something, "Those bastards....why..stop. Why would som...no. Get away...please..please...please." The men told her that they were shinobi of Iwagakure and that they would be safe now. One of them being a medic, checked the baby and woman. He tried to remove the child from her arms but she resisted, though her grasp was weakening. He looked the baby over and everything seemed fine except a few scratches that were already healing from the mothers capabilities. Then he looked over the woman and tried to use some medical ninjutsu. He looked back at his commander and shook his head. But still he tried to help her. He tried, and tried, until trying wouldn't do anymore good...
The medical shinobi took the baby from one of the men and held it tightly, crying. The events took a toll on him differently from the others. He tried, really tried to save the mother, but it was to no avail. Something horrible happened here, something unspeakable. This place, the underworld of Iwagakure..the people in it...
Sara sat in the hospital room, the pain slowly subsiding. She looked around the large emergency room. Everything...seemed familiar now. She recognized her own doujutsu. But, she couldn't release it. She thought about the strain having her Byakugan active placed onto her eyes, and grasped why it hurt so much. But it never as much as it had, and again, she couldn't release it, and never activated it. She wasn't sure what was going on, as the doctor came to see her. "Well Sara, everything seems to be alright. Truth is, I..can't really pinpoint why you are having such pains. I think you should take it easy the next few days." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container of pills. "These should help lessen the pain, but I really mean it, you should avoid doing any work and rest. I took the liberty of talking to the boss and placing you on leave for the next few weeks. See me at the end of the month and we will go from there." He smiled and she returned it instinctively, though she wasn't happy about the results. She got up off the table and headed out of the hospital. She new the reason for the pain now, though she just didn't know they why...
In a room, that was pretty decently cleaned, a young girl slept. A few shirts and several panties tossed about on the floor. The sky blue room was decorated with pictures of smiling people, and several books opened on a desk with a set of clothing set out for the next day hanging up on a closet door. Besides a small kitchenette with a oven and twin burners setup, laid a bed. Several small ripples were laid out with every few seconds a thrashing and violent up throw of the covers. A young girl was tossing and turning in bed, squirming and kicking. The bed with a light shaded violet color was soaked in a heavy sweat. She pulled the covers up, trying to block the light that was creeping into the room through the window. The occasional soft cry was let out as the girl tried to release the tension she was feeling.
This lasted another two hours before the young girl, Sara Yaku got up, tears rolling down the sides of her eyes. She whined as a burning pain, almost impossible to bear plagued her. The room felt..smaller to the girl, warped almost. She could see the entire room as she pulled herself slowly out of bed, holding her head and rubbing her eyes. The room was decently lite, even though only a small amount of light dimly lit the room. And even more odd to her, was the room was a several shades lighter then she remembered. Out the window, she could see for several thousand yards out, watching as people walked about outside for their morning rituals. She fell back onto the bed, allowing the softness of it to relieve some of the pain. She recognized this appearance, though lighter then usual. But she wasn't sure why. Why? Why was her Byakugan active? She tried to release them, in hopes to decrease the pain. She closed her eyes and upon opening, her hopes were dashed. She tried again, and again, the pain waning some but it was almost unbearable still as more tears filled her eyes.
Something was odd last night, that was what she was sure off, but it wasn't this bad. She felt more fatigued then usual, a need to close her eyes and rest overtook her early i the evening. She had tried to fight it since midday yesterday while she practiced a few basic maneuvers in her usual stance based exercise. She fought through it but by around 4 in the afternoon it was becoming extremely difficult. That was 15 hours ago. She had mostly slept for those 15 hours, an oddity for her. She closed her eyes and that relieved some of the pain, but upon opening them the pain returned. She laid there for another 10 minuets before getting up, fighting through it.
She slowly walked down the path towards the hospital, one she was used to. Though she wasn't going for work today. Maybe, just maybe they would be able to help her relieve the pain.
The reason for this event was one that took place long long ago. It started before Sara Yaku, as she was now known as, was born. Around the tumultuous time of when Konohagakure was in the throws of chaos. The village was in the mist of internal turmoils, and external ones as well. The village was on heightened alert as the barbaric village of Iwagakure, rather some members of Iwagakure's underground were taking advantage of Konoha's troubled times. On an outpost on the Iwagakure/Konoha border, a young lady along with several other shinobi were stationed at a outpost. Their job was simple yet dangerous, protect the nearby towns and guard the outpost. For the most part it was a lax job, very little happened in their territory, Usually the worse was the odd jobs at local towns that required the needed the aid of a shinobi like stranded animals or storm damage prevention.
Within the outpost, lived a young shinobi named Sian Hyuuga, a not very adapt member of the clan, she wasn't incredibly skilled with he clan's fighting style, and was rather recluse on the idea of using her skills to hurt others. Instead, she used her skills in healing and medical ninjutsu. She was the outposts medic on duty. The young Hyuuga was beautiful as she was skilled in medicine, having plenty of admires on the base and towns nearby. Though, anyone as pleasant and kind as she tended to attract such attention, not to mention of shinobi and those that knew and respected the Hyuuga clan's capabilities.
It was sometime in the summer, the night a strong storm was coming. The wind had been snapping trees earlier that day, placing the shinobi that occupied the outpost on high alert to help the surrounding towns. Everyone was spread thin, taking teams of 3-4 shinobi and sending to two towns each. The young Sian was to be left at the outpost, on the ready to be sent out if someone became injured. The outpost was thinned to a crew of 3 including herself.
Sian was sleeping when it happened. She woke to a clang outside, loud enough to echo in her small room. As she made for the doorway, an explosion ripped nearby, feeling the searing heat on her skin. She saw one of her companions, running towards her and fall to the ground. Behind him, she saw three shadows that didn't register on her glance. She was still bewildered by the explosion, and from her sleep. She ran over to her comrade, seeing his skin charred and blood on the back of his uniform. She looked around and it was at that moment she saw white and then everything faded away.
The young woman groggily stirred awake. A small light was above her, distorting her sight for a moment until she got used to it. She, where was she? Sian couldn't be sure, a sense of uncertainty and confusion taking hold. The sense was tossed away when a strong pain could be felt from her head, and the taste of blood on her lips. She was face down in the dirt and tried to use her hands to push herself up. As she did, she flopped her chest on the ground and rolled to her side. Her hands were unable to be brought from her back and she pulled on them. It took a moment but she eventually realized that something was wrapped around them. She rolled onto her back then over to her front onto her knees. She leveraged her weight back and looked around her surroundings. The light was blocking her vision beyond decently. This place, it was unfamiliar to her. She continued to look around as she saw movement in the darkness before her. A single match was struck and brought to a pipe. Puffs of smoke waft their way to her and she could smell the wet, almost rotten tobacco shove it's way into her lungs, the smell of wet dirt mixed in with it.
Laughter could be heard outside the building. She tried to focus on the figure before her. Slowly her sense of feel was coming back. Her hands; wet, grainy and heavy from the dirt that clung to them. She could feel her face was covered by the wet stuff as well, clinging to her cheek and lips. She called out softly to the figure ahead, "Hello? Where, who are you?" The man sucked on his pipe and a moment later pulled it out with his large hand. Sian spoke again just before he blew the large cloud of smoke in her direction, breathing out noisily, "Where am I?" The laughter outside echoed again as another explosion occur ed moments later. A raspy voice struck out, as if it were trying to grasp at the air as it exited his mouth, "You are,...in my camp." Another moment passed and he continued, "We are in a town just north of YOUR camp. We ran into it as we entered your country, trying to....acquire, some goods. " His voice changed as he said the last part of the sentence. "They were also kind enough to inform us of your camp and we just had to start a dialog with ya'll." He laughed a little as he spoke.
They sat in silence for a moment as he puffed on the pipe a few times, and then through the doorway a woman tumbled through the the makeshift doorway, crashing through the cloth that separated the rooms. Sian kinda recognized her as a person that lived in one of the nearby villages that they were in charge of, given by the clothing. 'So, we are still in the Fire Country.', she thought, and now wondering why the woman was here. A man then followed a few seconds behind her, kicking her as she tried to get up and Sian's face distorted into disgust, "Why, what the.." She stopped, now thinking of her situation. She was a prisoner, and she needed to keep her mouth shut if she wanted to get away. The man that was 'escorting' her, a 4'6" thin toothpick of a man with a poorly shaven beard picked her up and shook her then pushed her forward. Soon she was next to the smoking man and then kicked towards Sian.
"Is this the girl you were speaking about!" The smoking man said softly. The woman trembling as she looked at Sian then back to the man. "I...I...I...." In the shadows, the smoking man looked at the other, and he walked forward and punched her in the face as she turned towards him. "Please, don't! No more! I...I..." Sian could now see the toothpick of a man, a torn white and brown dirty shirt and ripped pants. He had a knife on his side and walked with a gait that his left leg was slightly injured. "Is she the fucking Hyuuga or not bitch!" He kicked her closer to Sian and Sian's face didn't change in that moment. In her mind, the race was on. 'Shit, they know I am..they are..crap, crap crap crap. Tell him no, please please tell him no.', she thought over and over. Her poker face, could someone have a poker face in that situation? Nothing she could do would end this situation for the better for her. She could deny and defend the woman, and that could be used against her. She could act neutral and put on a straight face and that would look odd too. Every thought she could think of would put her in a bad position.
Sian's mind still raced, moving faster as the woman with the dirty and bloody face, bruising on any exposed part of her could be seen through her town clothing. 'Please, please say no!' "I...I...am not sure. I think it could be her. I mean...Wait, wait please." The man picked her up and tossed her towards the smoking man, into the darkness. A second later Sian could see bolts of lighting orbit the mans hand and got a glimpse of his face as he placed his hands on the woman's back and she wailed. The scream was high pitched and ear splitting. A pain beyond anything she probably had ever felt before coursed through the woman's body until she stopped. The man continued for a moment longer, the sparks as he placed her hands onto her revealed his eye patched old face. A black mustache and black hair with long sideburns were visible, a smile on his face. Then he removed his hand from the silenced woman and she fell to the ground with a thump and laid motionless.
Smoke filled the air slightly, the smell of burnt hair and flesh filling her nostrils. The man kicked at the womans arm then laughter erupted from the skinny man. "Hah ha ha, whoo that was pretty good man." The man breathed in deeply , "That smell boyyo, it is something else." He picked her up by the hair, and looked at her face, "Just look at that horror, man! Got to love when it stays like that." The man looked up at the smoking man and then dragged her our of the room by her hair uttering, "Goin to give her to Orn, he likes it when they don't move, Hah haa." Making a slurping sound as he exited through the doorway.
The smoking man looked back at Sian and puffed on his pipe. A few minuets passed, Sian just sat their unsure of what to do next. Every instinct telling her she was going to die. The man smiled unbeknown to her, "Well, lets try this again. We have to be sure you are whom we think. Hopefully the next one can live a little longer." The man got up and walked towards the doorway calling out, "Bring in the little girl. Maybe that will.." The rest of his words incoherent. This time, it was someone else, and they brought in a little girl, about 7 years old. She was tossed in and skidded to a stop a few feet away from Sian. The little girl cried in pan as the guy that tossed her in grabbed her by the arm and pulled hard. You could hear the bone break upon doing so, 'Broken elbow'. Blood was coming from her nose, 'Internal bleeding', a black ripple on her skin ,'3rd degree burns' Each diagnosis making Sian angrier and angrier. She got to the 8th when she broke out as they started to quetion the girl. She used her chakra to cut the rope behind her back and ran towards the two of them at full speed. She dropped kick the man applying the torture to the kid, while he was bent over to pick her up as she clawed at the ground. As she turned to hit the smoking man, she was punched in the stomach, puking all over the ground. In her moment of pain, she grabbed at the girl and pulled her close. Then kicked in the side she skidded back to her original position, under the light. She applied a healing jutsu to the girl, trying to stop the internal bleeding.
The man she kicked got up, cursing then headed over to them and pulled at the girl. Sian held tightly until she was punched i the face twice, her arms going weak and lost hold. "Stupid bitch...for that this girl is going to be really messed up." The girl screamed and Sian spoke out loud, "STOP...Please....stop.." A smile coming over the smoking mans face while he stood in the shadows smoking his pipe...
She couldn't be sure how long it had been. A month? Three? Maybe almost a year? Sian had been in the grasp of different captures, traded as a sex slave in one form of another. Or perhaps she belonged to a single person, and had just been left to be defiled over and over again. Hundreds of times maybe, she couldn't be sure. Time and events a blur to her, the horror of it all creating a mental block defying space and time itself. One thing though, between the sessions was her stomach was getting bigger. The times between it all she cried, thinking she should end her pregnancy. One time she had tried, and she almost succeeded. Though she was stopped before she could completely go through with it. From that point on, she was always restrained, and treated more gently. Well, gentler, and a medical person of some sorts would see her every so often. She always begged him to help her, but he would look at her blankly and always repeat the same phrase,"I can't help you ma'am, For the money and because of their threats.." , treat her then leave. Soon enough the sex slowed, hearing the words about, being up for sale for a hell of a price. "Two Hyuuga for one." "Four eyes will make a hell of a good sell on the market.."
Then one day, the pain was incredible. They had put her to sleep and by the time she woke up, she felt lighter. After birth all over the floor, blood, juices, she knew what happened. Sian wailed out, crying endlessly. She cried and cried until the point of exhaustion and she passed out. When she awoke, she found herself in a soft bed, something she hadn't felt since her capture. She looked around and saw the doctor holding a small child in his arms. He walked over to her and placed the child delicately into Sian's arms. She smiled, another feeling that seemed nostalgic. For a week she was treated well by her captures. A week that almost feel like forever, though also so short. As by the end of the week, they took the little girl away from her. On the seventh day, Sian had, to how she would put it, "Came to her senses." She realized she was still being held by her captures, and that they had always planned to sell her, and now her daughter. She didn't want her child to go through anything like she had, and made an attempt to kill the child. She was quickly stopped, thinking she wasn't always being watched. The woman again yelled for her kid, for her to be released and she would do anything they wanted. Again time passed unknown amounts to her, she called out for days, endlessly, crying and yelling for them to bring her child back.
Then they did, a day that would most likely never make the light of history ever in Iwagakure. The dark underworld of Iwagakure though did take a hit that day, unmatched to any other. But the information about the event was kept secret, documents of it sealed in the deepest parts of Iwagakure. A rage, rage so horrible, so unkempt, released upon the world to the fullest by Sian, the sights held by the few that day that rescued the young baby girl infused into their nightmares.
What felt like a forever to Sian, but only 3 days in the real world passed. Eventually the brought her daughter back to her, but kept out of reach. The smoking man sat in her room with the kid in a cradle next to him. "You..Give her fu#$ back to me you #$@% @#%$#% @#% ^$#@ ^$#^ ^$$#^#$ bitch. " All manners of words came from her mouth. The man sat in his chair, smoking his pipe letting her get what she needed off her chest. Until she sat their silent, huffing and puffing from the anxiety. The man looked at her questioningly, glasses covering his eyes. He sat their for a moment, smug look on his still partially grown beard and mustache. "I...kind of expected that to last a little longer. Thought you would be more angry than this. Hmmm." He headed towards the bed to table which she was now strapped onto. "I had planned to not tell you this but, pfft. Why keep myself from the enjoyment. We had found a buyer for you. I wasn't going to tell you this but." He looked back and someone exited the door then entered with the child in arms. "Yes, sir.""Like I said, a buyer for you. He was quite generous in his deal, but we thought we could get more and couldn't, so he made a acceptance. He wanted three eyes." The smoking man held the girl in his arms an looked at her, the young girl in his arms giggled as he touched her nose. "It was going to be hard to pick between the two of you, but. Maybe we can....regain our stock using you." He made a baby sound at the little girl, trying to act cute that caused the little girl to laugh, taunting Sian in the cruelest manner he could. In his baby talk he uttered the words, "...Whose eyes are going to make me a lot of money. Whose eyes, your eyes." ...." Whose going to have their eyes ripped from their sockets. Your eyes, your eyes."
The rage of Sian's eyes were remarkable to peer at. Eventually he stopped his actions and handed the little baby to the doctor that was taking care of her. "Go ahead with it.""Right away, sir." He looked back at Sian and smiled. "We will have to get it started I guess." The man walked towards her, pulling at his belt at his pants...
Two hours passed, and screams could be heard coming from where Sian was. Man after man entered the room, more screams coming. Though, not from a woman. An alarm began to echo out, and everyone came to action. Outside of the compound, the civilians could hear the alarms, then came the explosions. It sounded like a war zone. For a short time things went silent. What ever had happened, it was over with it sounded.
The explosions caught the attention of a few shinobi that had been at a bar in the area. They entered the base to find people strewn about, blood, painting the walls. One of the shinobi threw up at the sights he saw. Something that appeared to be someones arm entering through the rear and coming out with intestines at the bellybutton caused it. Hearts laden the floor in some areas. Others just pieces of bodies. Everyone that they found was dead, beyond dead. Though the group did manage to find two that were alive. The crying of a baby attracted them but it took some time to find the area, the echos being heard from afar. Though eventually they tracked the trail of dead bodies to it's end. They found there, a sight just as bad as the others, maybe even worse upon having delved into the thoughts of the event several days later.
In the room, they found a young woman, Pulling her own out of her head, her bloody fist wobbly placed over the childs face. She then inserted the eye ball, placing it into a small baby. The room, soaked in blood, several jars sat at the side, instruments recently used sitting next to it with a small amount of blood soaking into the paper they sat on. The young girl and the baby were in the corner of something that looked to be a surgical room. They raced over to her, and Sian panicked. Her eyes sockets bleeding like facets, the appearance similar to that of crying blood. She placed her glowing hand over the child's new eyes and she blinked and cried, fussing with the hand of her mother. They asked if they were okay, unable to think of much else to say as she cursed them and said something, "Those bastards....why..stop. Why would som...no. Get away...please..please...please." The men told her that they were shinobi of Iwagakure and that they would be safe now. One of them being a medic, checked the baby and woman. He tried to remove the child from her arms but she resisted, though her grasp was weakening. He looked the baby over and everything seemed fine except a few scratches that were already healing from the mothers capabilities. Then he looked over the woman and tried to use some medical ninjutsu. He looked back at his commander and shook his head. But still he tried to help her. He tried, and tried, until trying wouldn't do anymore good...
The medical shinobi took the baby from one of the men and held it tightly, crying. The events took a toll on him differently from the others. He tried, really tried to save the mother, but it was to no avail. Something horrible happened here, something unspeakable. This place, the underworld of Iwagakure..the people in it...
Sara sat in the hospital room, the pain slowly subsiding. She looked around the large emergency room. Everything...seemed familiar now. She recognized her own doujutsu. But, she couldn't release it. She thought about the strain having her Byakugan active placed onto her eyes, and grasped why it hurt so much. But it never as much as it had, and again, she couldn't release it, and never activated it. She wasn't sure what was going on, as the doctor came to see her. "Well Sara, everything seems to be alright. Truth is, I..can't really pinpoint why you are having such pains. I think you should take it easy the next few days." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container of pills. "These should help lessen the pain, but I really mean it, you should avoid doing any work and rest. I took the liberty of talking to the boss and placing you on leave for the next few weeks. See me at the end of the month and we will go from there." He smiled and she returned it instinctively, though she wasn't happy about the results. She got up off the table and headed out of the hospital. She new the reason for the pain now, though she just didn't know they why...
What was missing from recorded account was of course Kishin, the identical twin and brother to Sara. While unconscious from the pain, a second child was birthed, one that was kept hidden from all..
After the onslaught laid by Sian, Sara was unable to be re-obtained by 'The Yamanaka'. The Yamanaka is the most notorious clan in all the hidden villages. On the outside, the appearance of the clan seems peaceful, flower shops adorned with color and their hospitality unequaled. These flower shops though are just fronts for the clan, used as methods of smuggling goods from one country to another, hidden exchanges represented by colorful center pieces. Their flower stalls may look innocent, but this clan has dark ties. The leaders of this section were highly known for their trades of weapons in the black markets of the world. Weapons of great power and ancient ties, though, this was but a small sum of what they did. The trading of specialized weapons was the surface, but to those deeper within the underground, those of a higher caliber, they were known for something of greater value. Human trafficking was one of their more prized asset collections. And even here, it was deeper. Their trades focused more on selective crowds. Those that sough power, power that only came to a few, a very select few. The people that they trafficked were those from established Blood Lines and of unique abilities (Kinjutsu). A slave mercenary that knew shadow jutsu, a female baby machine that pumped out those of the Kuguya clan, the eyes of a Hyuuga…
This is where Kishin was. Though…proof always was a greater provider. That is where Kishin lucked in. Manifesting the famed Byukugan fetched greater sums then just showing a kid that might have it. So the group had to raise Kishin. But, they also decided it might be just as good to train him to be muscle. A Hyuuga eyes, they were valuable. But to have an actual Hyuuga body guard, well both were easy trades, and both fetched a hefty sum. But advertising him as two for one, well that was just golden.
His training was cruel. His fostering inhuman. The things he was forced to witness, to be subjected to, to perform himself.. unspeakable. Falling in line was easier then fighting against it. A lesson he learned harshly and quickly enough. Kishin was a true prize, one worthy to the syndicate. But, all good things must come to an end.
The sun shown down on the ivory colored grass. The sky was bluer then the waters of the ocean, the clouds whiter then salt. The air smelled of lavender and wild flowers. It could have been a perfect day to most. Kishin stood, holding the trunk of a tree, huffing and puffing, blood spilling from his eyebrow. Ahead of him, the shinobi academy of Iwagakure. Kishin watched as a group were training on the fields, some tossing kunai, others practicing hand to hand combat, some playing ANBU. It almost seemed like a dream world to him. A girl lurked nearby, hiding behind a tree, watching for her attacker. Kishin, was spell bound. Her lightish blue white hair, almost lavender in color, the flow of her dress, the sparkle of her smile, the dark purple almost appearing blue eyes.
The resemblance was truly remarkable. He watched her for a good half hour, having to see it for his own eyes. The story seemed made up. He was told a month ago about having a sister, and he just didn’t believe it. Of course, the itch had to be scratched. It was used as a weapon against him, meant to cause him to run. They weren’t sure if it would, Kishin truly was one of there best pupils. They were sure they beat him into full submission. But the threats they spoke of, the wanting of capturing her, the things they said they would do to her…he had to be sure.
“See..we weren’t lying you little shit..” Kishin didn’t even turn around. “But of course we knew you would want to see her. Who wouldn’t. I mean shit, look at her. Damn..I can’t wait for the day. Those pouty lips, that voluptuous butt…her amazing eyes..You know those eyes don’t you.” Kishin turned around, drawing his hand up and immediately was on the ground. “We trained you so much better then this. So much.. I was sure you would run though, even though they said otherwise. HAH.” He grabbed Kishin by the hair, his nose now bleeding and eyes watering. He smashed his face into the ground, forcing dirt into his mouth and wounds. “Of course, this works as well doesn’t it. Just look at your reaction. Putty in my hands, you are soft BOY! SOFT!. Nothing that can’t be solved with some resolve of course.
The man kicked Kishin in the ribs as hard as possible, air escaping his mouth. “The mind is a funny thing isn’t it. Amazing what a little story can conjure to the imagination. Us telling you you had a sister. A very skilled and strong sister. One with a possibly long road ahead of her. Damn..almost looks like the mother. Amazing..Wait..sorry sorry. Your mother. Her eyes brough in a nice fortune too. Shame we couldn’t get the mothers, but hey…maybe we still can huh.” Kishin tried to get up, anger building up, “Noo…I will kill you you son of a.”
Another kick came, this time to his head. The world started to spin uncontrollably. Confusion was all he could muster. “Sit boy..sit.” The man bent down and punched him in the face, and his movements stopped..
The great merger to Konoha happened around the middle of Kishin’s hunt. Sara left the village, and Kishin felt a fire being lit on his ass. He didn’t want to loose sight of his sister. More then on occasion watching her from afar. Keeping tabs on her regularly. Of course, Kishin knew all the happenings in the village. Anything insidious or mild that happened in the darker parts of the village were known to he, the “Jackal of the Shadows” controlled all.
A few years passed, Kishin took down all of his prey within the organization, collecting and saving his funds for the day he would disband the group entirely. Several outsiders were always trying to take his life. Shame that he was immortal..they had no chance. It was around the time he was 13 he decided to abandon all reason and follow after his sister. He lost his passions for staying in Iwagakure, especially after all his families enemies were removed. He lusted to see his sister once again.
It took some time, but he found his girl, she having gained some renown among the shinobi of the Leaf. Her becoming famous made his life easier. Finding her, keeping tabs was a simple task. His life though was becoming a bore. It was a surprise to him, he thought having an easier life would be, well easier. But he kind of missed dealing out his own sense of justice. Leaf wasn’t the light at the end of the tunnel, it had it’s own shadows and pockets of darkness. He constipated the idea, carving himself out a piece of the leaf. He had no need of course, but then again, there was a need of something…