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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal
Watching the sun, cloaked in a layer of barely translucent mist, rise steadily into the sky, Iku had almost dozed off. Her heel tapped against the rough bark of the old tree she had perched in, the slow, steady rhythm aiding her tiredness in sending her back to the land of dreams. She pinched herself awake and found herself wishing that it would rain - the cold drops would certainly serve to keep her up. Alas, the nearly cloudless sky seemed to be in no hurry to do as she wished.
It wouldn't do to fall asleep in the tree and then fall out of it like a damn idiot, after all.
Now, the simple solution to this problem was to get her lazy bum out of the tree and go back home, but Iku wasn't going to do that. The reason she had left the comfort of her bed a full two hours before the sun rose was the people that shared her home - her obnoxious sister, overbearing mother, and obviously disapproving grandparents. It was the latter, really, that was the cause of the problem. Iku wouldn't be surprised if they had woken the neighbors with their shouting.
She supposed she could understand them not wanting two teenage shinobi in their house - she and Kazue could be loud and violent and tended to leave sharp objects in places they probably shouldn't with three civilians in the household - but they were providing a little bit of income and tried to stay out of the way of their grandparents. Honestly, with how they both trained, they were really only home for meals and to sleep, so she couldn't see how they were being too intrusive. And why had they taken their daughter back in in the first place if they were going to complain about having extra people in their house all the time?
But really - if you have to argue about whether or not you're going to kick your daughter and granddaughters out of the house - you might want to do it when they can't hear you, because that's just rude.
Iku didn't have much impulse control - if she wanted to do something, she was going to do it, even if it was probably stupid - and she had only just resisted embedding a kunai into the wall next to them before she walked out. Yeah, she knew that wasn't helping things, but it was hurtful to be unwanted by two of the four family members she had, even if she didn't like them all that much. They were still family, and family was supposed to stick together, not fight over stupid shit.
But whatever. She had been taught to respect her grandparents even if she didn't agree with them, so she'd taken her anger out on some training posts. Maybe she had had a little too much glee whilst imagining beating the crap out of the both of them, but it wasn't like she would ever actually do it. Iku did have some modicum of sense - it was small but hey, it did exist.
When people started trickling into the training grounds she'd climbed up a tree so she could avoid social interaction while she was still pissed off. After all, it was generally frowned upon to stab your comrades for annoying you.
Post by Sunėkuaizu Kiryuu on Jul 21, 2014 18:47:33 GMT
[/b][/font] Embarassed WORDS: 1628 NOTES: I apologize for the long, and needless story about my character below; I tend to be like that when making my first RP post on a forum. CREDITS: PERFECTFALLACY[/ul][/blockquote][/div]
i f i could t r a d e mistakes for sheep
Count me away before you sleep.
There were numerous instances throughout those long seventeen years of his life in which he found himself incapable of catching a wink of sleep; unable to surmount the doubts which were buried deep within that borrowed heart of his. The constant whispers of faceless strangers echoing throughout his mind, their hateful words along with their glares stripped him of any chance of redeeming himself. People were never ones to willingly change their perspective of others, especially those whom have been marked as a delinquent, as if it had been an impossibility of seeing through his rugged appearance and even forgiving him for the inevitable squanders he had made... it had been all too easy to forget that he was but a child of seventeen, and not an adult whom had matured in a psychological sense. His chest had grown heavier with every passing day within the hidden village, and as seasons came to pass... he had came to believe their words. That he was nothing more than some violent brute that sought to cause as much damage as possible. That he was not capable of feeling any sense of empathy for anyone other than himself; and the list went on. However, none of those things truly bothered him as much as their confusion as to why someone such as himself had became a shinobi; it instilled such discomfort that he would keep until the break of dawn within the sleeping quarters of the youth correctional facility. He would reflect the meaning behind that desire of becoming a shinobi despite the various other opportunities he could have pursued... granted he doubted that he would have an easy time, though he could have became a carpenter or a blacksmith... anything other than a shinobi.
Though as he delved further into the shinobi world, as he became more involved with their label... it became impossible of turning his back against the village. He held no fear over the possibility of being branded as a traitor if he were to suddenly cut ties with the village, nor did he seek vengeance against all those whom have wronged him within the village for all the emotional trauma they had inflicted upon him... he enjoyed the thrill of being a shinobi more-so than anything else. However, the thrill does not stem from the idea of helping people via missions... but rather how it deviated him from an ordinary life. The thought of witnessing amazing sights in which ordinary people would never get the chance to do as such. The chance of having his name and exploits forever immortalized throughout the ages in books. The luxury of money which came along with the title of shinobi. Though that smug smirk of his had gradually morphed into a frown as he went on... he knew himself. He knew that the above mentioned were merely poor attempts of justifying his involvement with the shinobi world; further crunching himself into the bed as he came to admit the real reason. He was drawn-in by his lust for blood, no matter how revolted he was of his own sick, barbaric and sadistic nature. He enjoyed it whenever he heard the sound of bones crunching behind the weigh of his punches, relished whenever his opponent would become bloodier and bloodier as the fight went on, and when the fight was over, whenever the adrenaline pumping throughout his body would disappear... he would realize in horror as to what he had done against whoever was unfortunate enough to be his victim.
Hence the reason why the young man bears no resentment toward any of the people within the village, as he too, shared their resentment toward his abominable self; for how he was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. He held the belief that the Mizukage found him to be nothing more than a pest upon the village, and that he only remains there as there was some small chance that he may yet prove himself useful as an expendable soldier; one whom may be easily manipulated as if he were a marionette via exploiting his emotions. Despite the many recent graduates of the academy having been placed in a squad, he had remained by his lonesome self for whatever reason, albeit he assumed, no, he knew that he was a difficult individual to be dumped into some squad; correction, rather than difficult, it was more likely that it was more along the lines of being... unwanted. As he turned to face the barred off window by the side of his bed, he had seen the morning light beginning to expel the darkness of the room; just as he had expected, he had been tossing and turning all throughout the night until the break of dawn. As he had spent a considerable amount of time in the facility, his internal clock had warned him that the staff of the facility would soon come for him as they did every morning; the click of the lock being unlatched had sprung him from his bed and unto his feet long before the staff member was capable of demanding him to get out. It had been a surprise as he would often ignore their calls and their demands, though his apparent obedience was fueled by hunger rather than the thought of being punished in some way or another. Their methods of punishment were not a concern for the young man as he had suffered much worse pain than they could ever do without the use of torture methods.
It had been a requirement for him to be accompanied by someone during his moving-about the facility; they were especially vigilant whenever he was around people due to his violent tendencies. Whilst rare for a savage outburst, the few rare occasions prompted the facility to place shinobi within the immediate area. He made his way to the dining area of the facility as per the norm of his daily schedule, it had been odd as to how he came to appreciate eating the dull-gray gruel-like substance in which he was served three times a day; always promised that it was filled with all the nutrients needed to function. As he ate, he had been told that he would be signing out of the facility that day and reintegrated into society under the watch of a Jounin. He would be informed to go toward the training grounds in which the rest of his squad were already awaiting for his arrival; as well as be threatened that he would suffer should he ignore and go somewhere other than the training grounds. And just like that... he was out of confinement. He was at a lost as to what he should do, and hence aimlessly wandered toward the training grounds. It was not as if he had any actual cash so he could not go into town and enjoy an actual meal... nor did he have any friends that he could see. He did not have much of anything now that he thought about it. Beside, he had always hated large crowds due to their constant staring; people didn't often go to the training grounds, not for very long anyway.
Upon his arrival at the training grounds, he had searched for any signs of people though had came back with no results; it had appeared as if he were alone. He stood motionless as he awaited for... for anything to occur but had been met yet again with disappointing results. A minute? Thirty? A hour? He knew not of how long he remained there, obviously lost as to what he should do. Though he had been there long enough for doubts to burrow themselves into his mind; leading him to believe that the facility's staff were out to get him. Make some nonsense over how he escaped and that he should be punished severely for that. The Mizukage would probably believe that; after all, people expected just as much from him. He had quickly turned back and started making his way toward the facility before assessing the fact that there was a branch. Which he hit splendidly, perks of being a giant, and it made a rather amazing sound which resounded throughout the training grounds; causing him to lose balance and fall unto his back. He scrounged a hand into his forehead as if he could relieve the pain with mere pressure. He let out a brief groan as he muttered to himself. "Sonuva." It had not been all-that painful, though it had caught him by surprise which would have embarrassed himself if anyone were actually around. An eye peered through the cracks of his fingers and witnessed an individual up above the tree whose branch he crashed into. Well that was embarrassing. He could not say anything without looking like a complete and utter fool. One whom is still laying on the ground with his hands covering his face. Which prompted him to mutter yet another profanity. "God damnit." He had doubted that whomever it may be up there didn't think of him as a big dumb brute. Who was still on the ground. He had finally decided to get himself up and about. Which then he proceeded to look up at her, though couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman, whether young or old, all thanks to the sun glare. He figured he had no choice but to ask whether or not she was who he was looking for. "... ya don't happen to be who I'm looking for, neh?" He also had an accent. Which would only contribute to the negative impression he had given. This was going to be the start of a bad day; of which he had in bulk.
what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal
She was beginning to actually consider that nap up in the branches - yeah, maybe it was a little stupid, but she had a history of doing some pretty stupid things - because two hours of sleep didn't exactly make for a happy Iku. No, it made for a grumpy Iku - liable to lash out over just about anything, overly violent, and not in the mood to even try to hold a decent conversation. Even on her own, ensconced in the canopy, she still wore a tired smile, false in its entirety - because the only thing worse than someone trying to buddy up with her was someone trying to buddy up with her and ask her what's wrong. People could be so nosy, it was ridiculous. She didn't walk around and try to worm her way into people's personal business, so why did people think they could do it to her? Feh.
Absorbed as she was by her thoughts, and slowly sinking into the sea of sleep, she didn't see the redhead passing beneath her. If he hadn't pulled a spectacularly stupid move and smacked his head into a low branch, she wouldn't have noticed him at all. The volume of the resulting crack was impressive, to say the least, but Iku wasn't really in the mood to be amused by something like that. "Oi! Watch where you're going, why don't you?" Eyes narrowed, she peered at him, laying on his back on the soggy ground. And she snorted. Really, how distracted (or stupid) did you have to be to just walk into a tree branch? It's not like the thing was hard to miss, it was sticking right out of the tree - as branches are wont to do - in plain sight. Sheesh. Talk about oblivious.
She raised a brow when he posed his question. "Well, that depends," she pointed out, dropping from the tree and landing gracefully on her feet. The redhead towered over her; she had to crane her head back to look him in the eye. Maybe she should've stayed in the tree, she would have been left without an annoying crick in her neck.
Iku wasn't inclined to introduce herself at the moment. Well - if she was the one he was looking for, she could assume that he already knew her name. That was the easiest way to find a person, after all - their name. But she was sort of doubting the redhead's intelligence after the way he had, ehe, introduced himself to the poor tree just a few minutes. The thought made her smirk - a little amused, a little malicious - as she leaned back against the rough bark. "Who are you looking for, exactly?"
An extensive amount of time had been spent within confinement; and thus he had forgotten to be wary of not hitting anything due to his height. It might have also impaired his ability to hold an actual conversation with another individual, hence he felt repressive in giving a reply to her whimsical answer. Conversing had been an all-too-rare thing for him; most people were either yelling after him, or were picking a fight with him. Which prompted him to eye her once-over to discern her body language rather than... checking her out as it were, though he felt confident that he would be misunderstood as such; he often was anyway. Though he could never gather anything concrete from the way she presented herself in front of him; at the very least, he had been given enough time to gather his thoughts. "I'll just assume that ya ain't the one I'm lookin' for." He had spoken carefully, allowing his words to flow through slowly as well as adequately loudly as to allow her to understand through his accent; he had always hated having to repeat something because of it. Her appearance had lead him to believe that she was not any older than himself and thus concluded that she was not the jounin which he sought; lest she was some sort of prodigy, but even if she was, she made no comment about how she too was looking for someone. Which meant that they do not have anything binding them together. Leaving her to her own devices would have been his preferred course of action, especially so after having been witnessed hitting his head against a branch like some sort of idiot, but he should ask her whether or not there was anyone other than themselves around the area.
"... s'anyone around 'ere other than us? Jounin? Two-man cell missin' someone? Anyone lookin' for someone?" As if he had an actual idea as to whom he was searching for in the first place. For all he knew it was the Mizukage himself; though he doubted that such a prestigious character would have something to do with the likes of him. His amber-colored eyes had never halted their inspection of the girl, though had stuck themselves upon the scar. No real curiosity as to how she had received the defect, such things were a natural occurrence within their work as shinobi, but he admired her, if only slightly, for how she displayed the wound without any shred of shame. He hid all his underneath the thick articles of clothing he wore on a daily basis. He then re-concentrated his eyes unto hers before explaining the reasoning behind that question of his; just in case she needed a reason as to why he was looking for whomever he was looking for. "Comin' back from hiatus, and I've been told to come 'ere to find my squad, don't mind the missin' headband." Hiatus being about a little over a year since he was hauled into confinement. He had been given an odd impression of the girl, he wondered whether she was new, or perhaps people just naturally forgot about the delinquent which ran rampant over the village a while ago. He supposed that he had never been all-that important enough to be remembered.
what i need is a good defense 'cause i'm feeling like a criminal
She raised a brow as he dismissed the possibility that she was the one he could be seeking - seemed he really had no idea who he was looking for. Who just tells a guy to go find someone and then doesn't tell him who to look for? Sounded pretty stupid to her. Well, either that, or he hadn't listened. He certainly appeared to be a little thick, if the incident with running into the branch was any indication. And honestly, she was more inclined to believe that he had just heard the first bit of the instruction and hadn't stuck around to hear the rest - she had met more than enough people who were just dumb enough to do that, and her not-so-inner cynic voiced its opinion on the subject quite loudly. But it just wouldn't do to be rude to him, now would it? Her mother had tried to raise her with some semblance of manners, although the teachers at the Academy would definitely say that the woman hadn't at all succeeded.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she sighed. Yeah. Now she would certainly classify him as at least a bit of an idiot. "Well, you see, I haven't exactly been looking for people. That would be why I was high up in the tree you walked into," she pointed out in a deadpan, barely refraining from rolling her eyes. "You've got eyes. Use 'em. Look around. That's what they're there for." Perhaps it wasn't the politest response, but come on, he could have just as easily turned to his left before hitting the tree and found someone else to bother. He hadn't been the cause of her bad mood, far from it in fact, but he really wasn't helping it either.
"I have just been assigned to a new squad myself, but no one told me to look for anybody, so I'm not quite sure what to tell you. Did you ever think to ask who you were supposed to be looking for?" So there was a distinct possibility that she'd be stuck with the idiot on her squad. Lovely. She wasn't too fond of teams to begin with, she had never found teamwork to be as necessary as everyone else thought it was, and if she was stuck with another team full of insufferable idiots, she just might snap and kill somebody - and it wouldn't be a quick, relatively painless death, oh no. It would be slow and immensely painful and she imagined she would enjoy every bloody second of it. Iku had never actually killed - genin, even experienced ones, didn't usually get the opportunity - and to be honest, that was a little frustrating. Uncomplicated missions and easy fights were, technically speaking, good things, but where the hell is the fun in everything going right? She hadn't become a shinobi for boring shit like that, and in her mind, it was high time that changed.
But there was nothing she could do about it without a full squad that was at least competent enough to be recommended for the Chuunin Exams. Why they couldn't have exams for genin without squads that wanted to advance was a mystery to her. Most rules and regulations and odd governmental quirks were like that to Iku - mysteries - and that probably wouldn't ever make much headway. She had a functional brain, yes, but it tended in the direction of "beat people up till they tell me what I want to know," rather than "let's research this and find out the facts without punching people." Lovely girl, she was.
