Takumi arose from his sleeping state, today was one of his few days off. He yawned as he stood and began toward the bathroom to take a shower. Once he stepped into the bathroom he noticed his hair had began to grow out again. He was not bad looking with long hair but cut it when he became an Operative of the ANBU. He opened up his medicine cabinet and took out a pair of scissors and began to trim his hair back down to it's previous look of just below the nape of his neck.

When he finally finished his hair cut he took off his clothes from the previous night and stepped into the shower. He began to lather his hair in a mint spelling shampoo and ran his hands over his many muscles and scars. These things that defined his very life as a shinobi. He smiled as he thought back to his days as a genin. All the days he was late and dengen would yell at him, though it was not the most fun time he would not trade it for the world. He lost track of time and was in the shower for close to an hour before he finally realized he was long past clean.

As he stepped out his looked at his reflection, his crimson red eyes piercing the air as he smiled. This was his past, present, and future. He was a shinobi it was in his DNA. Takumi was a member of the famed Senju clan that had a hand in building the shinobi world. He walked back into his room after toweling off and pulled a pair of white boxers and a black T-Shirt with the iwagakure village symbol in the center.

After that he grabbed a pair of pants and his Jounin jacket and took them in the kitchen with him. He walked in front of the stove and made a meal of eggs and bacon with a side of toast and butter. After he was done eating he pulled on his pants and threw his jacket on loosely and headed out the door.

Today he was going to visit the Fire Temple of iwa, he had been there many times before to pay his respects to the gods or just meditate. And today would be no different so he started the long walk to the temple. He walked through the village waving to all the children who looked up at him with eager eyes. He smiled as he walked through the village knowing that this was his one true home and he would give his life to protect.

When he finally arrived at the temple the monks all bowed and said "Hello Takumi-San what brings you here today." Taku smiled as he knew the monk from his previous visits "Hello Mikoto-San i am here to pay my respect and get some peace a quiet." The man smiled and noded and called for two monks to escort Taku to the temples chambers. Taku walked to the alter and began to pray "Oh great and devout gods of heaven and earth i pray for the safety of the village and the health of all the inhabitants." Takumi pulling out a small blade from next to the alter cut his palm and allowed the blood to fall on the alter "I give my life energy so that you shall keep us safe under your divine powers."

After finishing his prayer he walked back outside and had his hand bandaged and then walked over to the pond and sat down. This was his favorite spot to meditate at the temple, it just always felt balanced. As he allowed himself to slip into his meditative state he smiled and thought This should be a good day

"Nnnngh......"Said a rather sleepy Suzaku as the very first rays of light penetrated his window.Today was one of the very few days that Suzaku was given a day off and was hoping to sleep in,but it seems the sun will prevent that."Fuck you Sun..."He grumbled in a very low,tired voice.He sat up in his bed and stretched,noticing that he was completely nude under the blankets.Not really wanting know why he was naked he got out of bed and headed instinctively towards the bathroom.He looked in the mirror,only to see what reminded him of a crack-head in it.His eyes were half-opened and red,while he hair was loose and frizzy.With a sigh,he turned on the sink and splashed water onto his face repeatedly before turning on the shower and having a hot,steamy bath.

Suzaku visibly relaxed once he felt the hot trinkles of water touch his skin.Instinctively,he first went for his hair,lathering shampoo of a random brand on it and smoothing it out,making sure it is soft before going for his scalp.Soon afterwards,he began washing his body,his fingers running over his tough,scarred skin.He barely felt the touch of his own fingers because of how hard it was.Neverthelss,he felt relax and opened his eyes,wandering what to become of today.After a few moments,he got out of his shower and dried himself.

Looking at the mirror again,instead of a dead-beat,he found someone who looked exactly like him..except that his hair was down.He quickly took the tooth paste and toothbrush and brushed his teeth before heading back into his room and putting on his black boxers.He then made B-line towards the kitchen and opened the fridge,peering inside the never ending whiteness.He took out what seemed to be a Microwave Dinner and placed it in the microwave.He then headed back towards his room and put on his slacks,shoes,shirt,and suit.He looked in the mirror so he could he fix his pony tail before heading back to the kitchen and eating his makeshift breakfast.

Finished,he exited his rather large house and walked down the street,seemingly with a purpose.No one looked at him,and he looked at no one.He didn't need to,or did he want to.He was headed to the Fire Temple to offer his prayers to Bishamonten,the God of Warriors.His hands balled up into his usually fists,he came to the steps of the temple,passing a jounin by.The monks smiled at him.Suzaku merely nodded at them with a casual,yet,serious face.A monk guided him to his usual spot and left.Suzaku feel to his knees and did a traditional bow in-front of a statue of he god."May you grant me the strength to destroy my enemies and protect those I care for."He said before standing.

He came outside and walked by the tree next to pond,once again seeing the same jounin.Deciding to ignore him,he took of his suit and shirt,exposing his musclar and scarred upper body as he got into his Muay Tai stance and begin striking at the tree as he commonly does.A monk passed by and smiled at the both of them before resuming his path.Once again,Suzaku merely nodded.

Takumi was enjoying the peace and quiet that the are always held, when he began to hear the sound of a tree being beaten to death. He opened one eye and saw the infamous genin of iwa Suzaku. This man had not only been denied the rank of Chunin multiple times but was known to have a bit of a temper. Takumi was going to ignore him for now and let him go on with his training. Takumi shifted a little and began to meditate again but the sound of fist impacting wood reverberated in taku's head until he knew he was not going to be meditating for a while. He stood and stretched allowing the tension in his back to be released and creating an audible cracking sound.

He walked over where a monk handed him two towels and began to rub his forehead, unknown to taku at the time he had been meditating in the sun and had begun to sweat a little. He took the other towel to the genin and held it out to him "Nice day for training isn't it?"

The sun quickly attacked Suzaku's tan skin as soon as he removed his shirt.However,he didn't care,and continued training.One could tell this tree was very much used,as it the signs of being used for used for training.With each strike,Suzaku's grew more fierce,but it did not show,and he threw his strikes harder.With one mightly kick,the tree suddenly had enough,and a very loud crack could be heard.Suzaku stopped and look at the large vegetation as it slowly fell backwards,dust and dirt raising into the air once it hit the ground."Nice day for training isn't it?"Suzaku turned his head to,yes,the SAME jounin.He stared at for a moment with serious eyes,which occassional dropped down to the towel,as if,unsure to take it as a kind gesture.After a few moments of silence.Suzaku slowly took the cloth and wrapped it around his neck.

Now standing straight,almost looking dignified,he saw that he towered over the man.

Takumi smiled at the giant man, Taku had not really been paying attention to his stature but the man stood over a foot and a half taller then Takumi. And he was not only tall but strong to, breaking a tree in half that quickly was definitely a amazing feat. Taku began to walk over to a wooden dummy that a monk had placed there for him to train with. He drew his fist back and punched the dummy causing it to shatter in thousands of splinters. Turning back to the man "I love training here, it's always peaceful. Oh and my name is Takumi, Takumi Senju. Your Suzaku right?" Takumi already knew the answer but was really just trying to make some small talk. After all he did not see many other iwa shinobi here so when one would visit at the same time as him he would try to take the opportunity to talk with them.

Suzaku could only watch at the jounin pulled back his fist and absolutely demolished the training dummy.'He's strong also?'He questioned in his mind.He quickly made a mental note to ask for a spar one day as he watched the jounin return to him."I love training here, it's always peaceful. Oh and my name is Takumi, Takumi Senju. Your Suzaku right?"Suzaku merely nodded and walked towards the man,stopping once he was in a casual distance from him and crossed his arms.

Takumi rubbed his forehead one more time before saying "So what brings you to the temple, well other then breaking the trees" That was taku's attempt at a joke, since the detail of his work had him being serious a lot he lost his sense of humor and faked it a lot of the time. He walked back over to the area where he had been meditating before and sat down. The difference was this time he sat in the shade instead of the sun. He looked at the passing monks as they went about there day. Some were cleaning others were praying and some were even drinking wine. Taku thought it was a little early for that but to each his own. He turned back to the giant of a man and said "So you're Suzaku, the infamous genin of iwa. I heard you have a little bit of a temper, i was the same way growing up but i eventually learned that if i kept up with the pissed off attitude twenty-four-seven either i would die or one of my teammates would. so i had to learn to control it." After he finished talking he yawned and leaned against the tree behind him and closed his eyes to relax

"So what brings you to the temple, well other then breaking the trees" The jonin.....'Taku' asked in a attempt to make a joke.It was noticbly dry,but Suzaku was not one to judge,for his humor was no better.He watched as the man walked and tooked a shady spot on the ground,seemingly relaxing.Several more monks passed by,apparently in a rather good mood,as Suzaku could the smell the faint stench of wine on each of them.Perhaps there was a ceromony today."So you're Suzaku, the infamous genin of iwa. I heard you have a little bit of a temper, i was the same way growing up but i eventually learned that if i kept up with the pissed off attitude twenty-four-seven either i would die or one of my teammates would. so i had to learn to control it."....When he was younger?From what Suzaku could tell,he was the older one here.Nonetheless,he decided nothing of it and sat across from the man,closing his eyes.

"I am out here training."He said simply,deciding to humor his failed joke as a question.

Takumi could see the look on the man's face when he mentioned being younger, true takumi was only 19 and already a jounin and the head of the ANBU black ops. But he was younger before this and he was quite talented, or so he was told. He chuckled and said "I know what your thinking, when were you younger. Honestly i was a Jounin by age 13. People were always throwing around words like genius and prodigy my whole life. It was a lot of pressure when i was younger as you could already imagine the older shinobi didn't like it very much when i teenager barely out of puberty was telling them what to do. Which to be honest i didn't blame them i was a snot nosed little kid who knew a little bit about ninjutsu and these were harden veterans of the village. And after all there work some snot nosed kid comes in and is put in charge of them, that must have hurt there pride a lot. But i got over it and now most of the village respects me."

Taku stood and dusted his pants off, "You know if you can find an outlet for that temper you are o famous for i have no doubt you would get to Jounin in no time yourself, mediation is what Helped me overcome my anger who knows if you find the right outlet you could even become kage. It's up to you though."

"I know what your thinking, when were you younger. Honestly i was a Jounin by age 13. People were always throwing around words like genius and prodigy my whole life. It was a lot of pressure when i was younger as you could already imagine the older shinobi didn't like it very much when i teenager barely out of puberty was telling them what to do. Which to be honest i didn't blame them i was a snot nosed little kid who knew a little bit about ninjutsu and these were harden veterans of the village. And after all there work some snot nosed kid comes in and is put in charge of them, that must have hurt there pride a lot. But i got over it and now most of the village respects me." Suzaku couldn't help but work up a smile from that. A grown man,grugdily taking orders from a kid who just grew his first pubes. It was almost laugh-able.However, Suzaku's face remained undetered and devoid of any humor.

"You know if you can find an outlet for that temper you are o famous for i have no doubt you would get to Jounin in no time yourself, mediation is what Helped me overcome my anger who knows if you find the right outlet you could even become kage. It's up to you though."Suzaku quirked open one eye,watching the jounin as he stood from his spot and dusted his pants."My wrath...is all that I have." Suzaku said, closing his eye again. Indeed. He has no family, no friends, no pets, or even a associate. The only thing that has kept him alive this long is his horrible temper, gaining him power or making those weaker cower in fear at his might.