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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.
The man stopped dead in his tracks, halting at the question imposed by the child. He was so insistent on him having had a home, and to be very honest, it was incredibly annoying to have someone probing him on the subject. Just what was it that drove this Izaya cub to pry away at the rogue for the information?
"It's like I said, I'm not a 'home' kind of person."
He would turn his head just enough to reveal the scars running down his face. An eye icy would meet the boy's form, eyeing him cautiously.
"If everything you said about what makes it such a place is actually true, then you can say I never really had a home."
It was true, at least in Sato's case. There couldn't have been a moment in his time within the Mist that the man felt welcomed, safe, or appreciated. He was an outcast from the very beginning, but it was a role he accepted with arms wide open. Loneliness was his only companion, his only home.
"No shinobi ever really has a home either. Don't you agree?"
Izaya nearly walked into Chigiri when he stopped this time, Tsuki squeaking indignantly when he rammed into Izaya's legs, overbalancing the catboy more, forcing him to nearly stumble into the older man. Twisting his body, the Enoki managed to gracefully shift his gravity and avoid the collision altogether.
"It's like I said, I'm not a 'home' kind of person."
Izaya frowned at the man when he looked back at him. His ears raised slightly in interest as he saw the face clearly, rounded eyes taking in plenty of dim light to see every scar etched into the older man's face.
"If everything you said about what makes it such a place is actually true, then you can say I never really had a home."
Izaya couldn't even begin to imagine what that must feel like. But it made him feel a little bit sad.
"No shinobi ever really has a home either. Don't you agree?"
Izaya shook his head, ears flapping slightly with the intensity of the motion.
“I don't agree. I've had a lot of trouble growing up for being different, but I've never once felt unwanted or like I didn't belong in my village. If where you came from was that bad, then it's good you're not there anymore. But you'll be happier if you can find a place to call home, Chigiri-san.”
Izaya padded forward so he was standing near Chigiri's side, peering curiously up at his face. He noticed the man's eyes were two different colors, and tilted his head.
“Did the people there do that to your eye?”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
His eyes winced slightly at the boy's answer to his proposition. Was that truly what he thought of his village? He was just a boy, after all; perhaps he knew nothing of what lay in store for those who pursued advancement within the ranks, nor how truly greedy the village could become when a shinobi promises to 'give their life' for its safety.
Villages were far too dark an industry to be called a home.
But it wasn't just this answer that brought about such an excited reaction to the insistent child, but instead just what his response truly told the rogue.
"...yes," he would answer after a moment of silence. "It was a gift of departure, so to speak. One I intend to repay with interest someday."
A forced smirk would crease across his lips as the man fully turned to face the boy. His posture would not be all too friendly, however; he was not an individual interested in Izaya, but instead one who would ensure his placement directly in front of the child.
"And you? Surely the other shinobi treated you scornfully."
"...yes," The genin frowned. "It was a gift of departure, so to speak. One I intend to repay with interest someday."
“They probably deserve it,” Izaya muttered, not at all liking the sound of wherever Chigiri was from.
"And you? Surely the other shinobi treated you scornfully."
The catboy took a breath, regarding the man opposed him. It would be a lie to tell him no, and he absently fingered the cloth tied through the punch-marked hole in his ear. That injury came from not a shinobi, but of a civilian child.
“I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that it's been smooth sailing being different from everyone else. People are prideful creatures that scorn those different from themselves and my... kind are somewhat of a rarity and an oddity.” His long-furred tail flicked in irritation, fingering the metal band he'd placed in his pocket, momentarily forgetting why he'd put it there in the first place. “But I learned well in the academy, and I enjoy my sensei and my teammates. Just 'cos I'm a kid doesn't mean I'm ignorant, but I'm still proud to work for my country. I wanna make a difference. So, you should try to make a difference too, guy.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
"I see," the rogue murmured, eyeing the child up and down. He had to admit, the kid had a point; even if he didn't agree with the foundation of the villages, there could be merit in serving the country. Though it was the country itself that supplied their villages to do its work. No matter how it's cut or splayed, it was the entire Land of Water that made the Mist such a dark place. There was no pride for his land.
But there was something to take away from Izaya's words.
"I think you may be right, kid. I should make a difference."
His smirk would drop as fast as a weight in a shallow pond.
"I can start by keeping my word from earlier and kill you."
A clench of his fists would let loose a soft 'shink' as his blades would extend from the bandages upon the rogue's wrists, the steel surface shimmering as it extended above his hands. Death would spur a black fog within the pit of his onyx eye, as his other seem to flare with bloodlust.
The boy's words had given him away, the notion sparked from a particularly odd answer in his last speech. Sato offhandedly mentioned the nature of shinobi, to which Izaya answered earnestly as if he himself was one. His next question for the boy was more directly aimed for shinobi, under the assumption he would answer without a second thought, to which he complied with excessive information.
Izaya just spilled the beans to the one person he shouldn't.
"I think you may be right, kid. I should make a difference."
A smile finally crept onto Izaya's face. Had he finally said something that earned approval?
"I can start by keeping my word from earlier and kill you."
The smile just as quickly faded. Whelp.. Both ears swiveled forward, completely erect, easily picking up the sound of the blades coming loose of the man's sleeves.
"How does that sound...shinobi?"
Izaya felt a cold chill rush down his spine and flood through his chest, and he took a step back away from the man. Tsukizumi immediately got between the two, incisors bared to protect his master. Dropping a hand to the mouse, the Enoki didn't take his eyes off Chigiri.
“Stand down, Tsuki.” 'We are so screwed.' Tsuki didn't need to get killed. With a sigh, he tried to mask the shaking that was setting into his knees with conviction in his words, and withdrew the headband from his pocket, tying it back in place around his head. No sense now; would be more useful on his head. God knows what good it would do, but here's hoping.
“Sounds like I'm screwed. So may as well keep talking, 'cos that's the best I've got.” The catboy tilted his head so that his eyes eerily reflected the light of the moon. Hopefully he could at least keep the shake from his voice. If this guy wasn't scary before, Izaya's fur was standing on end now. Aw, what the hell could he even say? “Uhm.” Crap. He tool another set backward, wanting to get away from this man. He knew turning his back would just get those blades embedded in it. The man was larger and no doubt stronger and more experienced. “I don't know your name, I don't know where you're from.” Izaya was fairly certain now that “Chigiri” wasn't the fellow's name. “And I'm rather fond of my life so I'd just as soon walk onto your knives there than tell anyone I saw you.”
Izaya fingered the pipe attached to his leg. That would be useless now. He considered taking out a kunai to defend himself with, but that would probably trigger the impending attack and he had a feeling he wouldn't do very well against this guy.
“Don't be that guy.”
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
The boy had nothing to hide now, it seemed, as he verbally splayed himself out at the mercy of the rogue. Though to Sato, it was simply a scared child begging for his life. What made matters worse for his soon to be victim was his lack of honesty in his occupation, though in the end, he supposed it had no matter.
Children were not necessarily threats, but any shinobi was a potential leak to his whereabouts and condition; living risks.
One that Sato wasn't willing to take.
"Sorry kid. You're going to have to do better than that."
He would raise one of his blades. "Taking your word is a gamble," he gestured, before raising the other. "Taking your life is a guarantee. It's not that hard a concept to grasp."
Steel blades would cross in front of him, a slight spark springing from where their sharpened edges would grind.
"And I truly prefer certain results to being a good person."
With that, Sato would begin a casual stroll toward the boy.
Izaya was scared. He was so, so scared. His tail curled tightly around his leg, red eyes trained on the sparks that flew from the blades scraping together. A feline growl rose involuntarily in his throat as he continued to back away, hair all but completely on end. Suddenly, Izaya remembered the man's sensitive ears. His playing had disturbed him. Fluidly pulling the pipe out, the genin screeched a horrid, high-pitched sound that made the mouse at his side cringe. In that moment, he ran. He ran, as fast as he could. The woods were dark, but he could see as easily as if it was evening, and neatly avoided every rock, root, and bush. He considered taking to the trees and hiding within the foliage, but recalled the man saying he stunk. That meant his sense of smell was nearly on par with Izaya's own.
The genin didn't even dare look back behind him. He had no idea where he was going. It wasn't the direction they were headed, and it wasn't the direction they had come from. He didn't have enough experience for this. All because he'd gotten lost. Goddamnit.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
That pipe. Sato saw the boy slip it out before realizing just what its significance meant. It was a smart move, to say the least, given how it had affected the rogue earlier in their travel. If Izaya had any chance of making it out of here with his life, it rested solely on his smarts and the effectiveness of his wind instrument.
A blaring screech would ring from the pipe, sending a spine-spiking shiver throughout the man's body. Sato felt himself grow weak once more, dropping himself to a single knee as his adolescent adversary escaped into the woods. Illness weighed his stomach in recovering form the sound, one that even pushed his protean body to a slightly oozing state; dribbles of his face and fingers would begin to sag like molasses the longer the note continued to ring.[1]
Though has he liquefied, Sato would find the sound's once intense melody dampened before his ears, its high frequency vibrations being buffered against his accepting and now-malleable eardrum. The man blinked silently for a moment at the discovery, before once again rising to his feet.
"Hmm. That'll be helpful," Sato mumbled to himself, his form resolidifying after he found his footing. "Now, time to keep both of the promises I made today."
He gave the cool night air a sharp sniff, his nostrils searching for the animal musk that made up his adversary's scent. It wasn't a hard scent to catch--it practically reeked of cats and rodents--as the man was quick to locate the direction of where the odor was strongest.
This kid mentioned being able to pick up scents, though it came as no surprise given the beast-like attributes growing off of his body. If that were the case, he may have a few tricks up his sleeve in terms of avoiding Sato's nose. However, if there was anything the rogue learned during his time as a hunter-nin, it was how to efficiently defeat humans--both their bodies and their minds collectively.
On silent feet, those trained to prevent the escape of any outward sound, the Silent Killing practitioner would take off after the child, moving swiftly through the moonlit forest as a silent shadow in pursuit of a frightened kitten. Given his great speed, it would only be a matter of time before he could close in on his prey.
Izaya wasn't so stupid as to think he could shake this guy off if he pursued. This guy could have been a rogue, a shinobi with a vendetta, any number of things. All of the options pointed to things Izaya did not have the experience to cope with. Tsukizumi kept pace with the fleeing genin, unable to help with his inability to use ninjutsu. Izaya wasn't sure if his pipe would work again, and he didn't want to stop and provide a still target just to perform a jutsu.
Glancing to his mouse again, Izaya tore his palm across one of his canines, performing the handseals and slamming his hand with a wince onto a tree as he passed it. From the poof of smoke a breeze blew, a disgruntled three-foot mouse falling free and stopping within a few inches of hitting the ground with a pillow of wind. Normally he'd be angry about the rude summoning but by the way his summoner was fleeing, it was apparent that it was not the time, and he pursued Izaya.
“Fuu, use your incense! Everywhere!”
“On it.”
Fuuzumi dropped to the ground on his feet, the golden fan spreading in his paws. The bowl of incense was held out, and using fuuton blown from the fan, the large mouse spread the thick scent of his incense into the area. Because Izaya was running in the opposite direction, he didn't get affected, but he was more hoping the strong smell would obscure his own. Once the smell was spread into the woods, the wind-mouse vanished. Reopening the wound again, Izaya summoned a second mouse: Dozumi. She was only slightly larger than Tsukizumi but she would be able to feel where the pursuer was and manipulate the earth to their advantage. Jutsu Used: Kuchiyose no Jutsu [Summoning Technique]
Using his fan, Fuuzumi will blow incense from his bowl towards the enemy. because it is combined with his chakra-enhanced wind, the smell of the incense causes disorientation to whomever inhales is (unfortunately, this can include allies if he's not careful, however he himself is immune). The disorientation only lasts a few minutes, longer if more incense was breathed in, but it is long enough to create an opening. If the incense smoke can be cleared from the lungs, generally capable by another fuuton user, then the effects will subside quickly.
Dozumi Passive
SENSES
As long as she is on the ground, Dozumi is capable of feeling even slight vibrations in the earth. She can detect things digging beneath the ground, as well as movements on the surface and tell roughly how heavy they are, how far they are, and how fast they are moving. This ability can extend up to 150 yards from her position, depending on how heavy the someone is entering her range of perception. Lighter creatures and people won't be detected until they are within 100 yards.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Careful steps were tread around fallen foliage and brittle branches as to prevent his presence from being perceived by his prey's prying ears. He couldn't simply let the child hear him coming, after all; if he could boast about finding rodents within a forest he could not navigate, then he would have to be kept to his word in this new situation risen out of his own fault. His nose would be put to the ultimate test.
And it already seemed he was showing his worth.
As the scent grew stronger and stronger, so too did that of his rodent's. Rather, the rat's odor seemed closer--perhaps he was finally willing to sacrifice the tiny thing to appease his attacker. Though now would not be the time to have a snack; there was a young child he needed to kill.
But before he could cross that last path of distance, however, a sudden gust of wind would accompany an overabundant aroma, one that stung through Sato's nostrils and into his head. It was enough to force the man to slow his progress, pinching his eyes shut as the scent wracked his senses like an electric shock. This kid not only sounded awful, but he could make smells like this; he seemed almost especially designed to escape from someone like Sato.
Perhaps he really was someone sent to find the rogue.
Though this wasn't the first time the man had to escape foul gases, namely those of a poisonous nature, as Sato's body would seem to disperse into a puddle of moving water.[1] Breathing wasn't necessarily an option when one was simply a liquid, nor did it seem to be a necessity in the situation; the rogue already knew in which direction his target had escaped from.
Swiftly and silently, his liquid form would snake over the earth, rushing with withheld violence as a quiet stream of bloodlust. His aim was to continue in the direction of Izaya with impressive speed, moving stealthily toward his prey in what could be considered the rogue's true form.
Which way, which way? According to Dozumi the footsteps had stopped at Fuu, and Izaya hoped the larger mouse got away alright. But he doubted a bad smell would ward this guy off. He needed to get to the outpost; there were other shinobi there. He'd broken off to the left when he'd escaped so... he needed to go to the right to get back on the right track. And this was assuming the Chigiri fellow was taking him the right way.
Jumping to a tree, the boy veered off to the right. Hopefully leaving the ground would break up his scent more, and his claws helped him cling long enough to jump to the next trunk. The trees here weren't massive but they were pretty tall so if he got high enough he could he could probably get some non-vertical footing, but he wouldn't count on it. Tsukizumi followed suit, but Dozumi had to stay on the ground. Unlike most mice, her claws weren't right for climbing but for instead digging. Twisting her ears, Dozumi paused, resting her four paws on the ground. Alarmed, she called out to her master.
“'Zaya! The footsteps are gone!”
Izaya stopped at the sound of her voice. Rather than being relieved, it only sent chills down Izaya's spine. He had a feeling the guy wouldn't just give up. He must have taken to the trees like Izaya did. Izaya's wide red eyes watched the branches as he tore through them. How far had the guy said? About two kilometers from where they'd started in the clearing. How far had they even traveled? Not to mention he'd changed course. Izaya'd run out of woods eventually, there was a road that cut through. But, it was a matter of surviving to the road.
“Follow at a distance and contact me if you pick up his movements!”
With that, he started moving again. Dozumi would be okay. She wasn't completely helpless and could return to her home if she got overwhelmed.
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
He was a snake in the grass, yet he whispered not a hiss. His presence could not be denied in his environment, and yet he was unnoticed by even the sharpest of senses. The rogue was all too well set on track to kill his target, an urge to kill throbbing through his very being, and yet none could pick up on this dark desire were they to see him as he was. This is because as he was, the man was no longer a living thing; this meant he was free from anticipation and outward threat.
In his liquid form, Sato was arguably the perfect assassin.
Even if he had no nose to follow the boy's scent, the former ANBU agent could still hear--not to mention communicate--even in the form of a puddle. And with how loudly his adversary's conversation with his minuscule companion seemed before his nonexistent ears, his lack of a usable sense seemed to be free of great loss to his bloodied cause.
No matter how fast they would run, Sato could maneuver his liquid form just as quickly as he could his actual body. The boy's display from earlier was effective at slowing him down temporarily, but granted this new information he acquired from his experience, it would not work a second time.
Sato would have to eat his boot later.
Once the boy and his pets were within a close enough distance, a fat rat taking to the ground while his target was within the trees above, Sato would take action. A massive leap from the ground would launch him nearly above the treetops, with his casting moonlit shadow being the only natural giveaway of his action. His frame would retake a human shape as if it were solid, though his body would continue to waver like the liquid it was. Silence continued to define his actions, as it had since the beginning of his hunt.
With blades drawn, the calculated descent of his silent bound would attempt to bring his weight crashing down upon the rushing child in mid stride.
It seemed the feline had spent too much time with his rats, as before an even greater predator than he, the boy was seen more as a vulnerable rodent about to be pounced.
Izaya heard Tsuki's ear-splitting screech only moments before the shadow crossed his field of vision. Shit. Instead of landing on the next branch with his feet, Izaya fell short and grabbed it with his hands instead, claws digging into the smooth bark to prevent losing his grip, momentum swinging him around the branch where he landed on his feet to a standstill, the form of the man narrowly missing his own. Forming handseals, Izaya flung a bolt of lightning at the man's form, pulling the pipe again and screeching it with the same sour high note, continuing to blow as he dashed away, bouncing between the trunks to land on the ground. The two mice met up with him there and he holstered the pipe, on the run again. Hopefully that hit him, because Izaya needed to get out of here. This Chigiri guy ran faster than he did. Molding chakra to his face, the Enoki sprouted stiff whiskers from his face, enhancing his senses even further. This would help him detect this guy if even Dozumi couldn't keep tabs on him. Jutsu Used: Raiton: Amigyogyou [Lightning Release: Fisherman's Net] Fuuchousou [Cat's Whiskers]
and i believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see, i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ~
Sato had to hand it to the kid; he was quite skilled in avoiding the hunter's silent leap as he had, though with such ways for the rogue to have been sensed, it could be considered a simple test of what the child was capable of. In this case, Izaya passed the basic challenge. However, he now faced a new issue: his hunter was now within close range.
The boy had swung beneath the branch his attacker had calculated to be where his prey would have landed, forcing Sato's landing to be without a soft and cushy child to land on. Though it mattered not; while it had taken its usual human shape, the rogue's body was still all too liquid, resulting in a splattering splash upon impacting the branch. Whether or not Izaya had truly seen through this facade on the rogue's part, he had done well to avoid the attack rather than just counterattack it.
Crackling after him was a bolt of lightning, one aimed to sear right into the man's body, liquid or not. Though given his fluid form and his anticipation of the attack through its electric roar, it was a simple matter of snaking his segmented puddle of a body away from the racing bolt. Following suit of this attack, the boy had attempted to pierce Sato's ears with his whining metallic melody.
Though once again, his liquid form would have saved him from its incapacitating effects, as its paining song simply resounded through his form; there was no eardrum to strain.
"Tough luck, kid," the liquid resonated, his voice growling through its ripples. "Your toy's not going to work anymore."
He would once again rise from the puddle he had become, the spattered driblets collecting together in the process, as Sato's body became whole. At least, it became nearly whole, as the chakra that once kept him in a watery form now isolated itself to the insides of his ears.[1] So long as that weakness persisted, there was no way he would chance risking vulnerability again.
Bounding silently across the branches, the rogue would attempt to make use of his shortened distance between himself and his prey to land over a dozen meters ahead of where the boy and his pets were running. His body would tense, his eyes filled with death. If the boy were to change directions, there would be hesitation; it would mean an opening for the rogue to strike. Were he to attack...