Huffing. Wheezing. Coughing. Choking. They tried to breathe but it felt like their lungs were collapsing on them. As if they were fragile glass broken by the gentlest touch. Their throat gurgled as they began to choke on a mixture of saliva and blood. A concoction that made it all the worse. It was a difficult task to keeping going, fighting to breath and push forward towards safety. They had to keep going, before they were caught. But the chances of success were low; realistically none. If they didn't choke on their own body fluids, the freezing cold will. Perhaps if they were unlucky, they might fall into a pond or river. The chances of such were there as it was nigh possible to find their way in the dense fog. The only thing that kept them aware of their surroundings were the crunch of leaves, the snaps of twigs, beneath their body that kept them awake. But even then, their consciousness was fading; black spots began to appear in their vision.

Their movements became sluggish from blood loss and they could no longer crawl on the ground to pull themselves forward. Oh if only they still had their legs. The former placement of the attachments were haphazardly severed yet numbed from the pain. Ironically blood was gushing out like a fountain, now unimpeded by the limbs. Hn, they wondered if they survived someone would recover it and reattach it.

"Unfortunately Madam, I have other plans for them" Yasuo voice broke the silence letting out an eerie purr as they held the woman's dismembered legs in their hands, licking them and putting them into a black bag. It was a voice of malice yet restrained, the tone of aristocratic civilians but no humanity in them. They could feel the malice in it even it was monotone. The fear crept up their heart and it overwhelmed them. Yet even as death personified loomed over them, they felt at peace in a way. The woman knew this would be the end of her and that was okay. She was a c-rank missing nin from a kumo who was just working to provide for herself. She was comissioned to scout a manner, watch its occupants and eliminate the staff members. During her time she had grown cocky thinking them normal weak civilians. She hadn't even noticed as soon as she stepped onto the island she was being watch. It was due to her arrogance that led her in this situation.

Her first target was the butler, the head of the house. She noticed a pattern of when he left the manor to pick of groceries, do some cleaning, whatever was needed to maintain a peaceful status quo. She planned to kidnap them and torture them for information before killing them off when they were no use so she followed him off the island by water walking along the sea now that the bridge connecting the island to the mainland was destroy towards a small fishing village a few islands off which she assumed was for groceries though she didn't understand why they didn't head to the mainland instead. Yet before she could even get within ten meters of them once they stepped onto the island, 200 meters south of the port, a dense fog rolled in. She remain unperturbed however as it was a normal occured for the water country and tried their best to follow. A shift in the mist and she thought it was them and tried to follow. All that she did was follow them into a trap.

Now beaten, bloodied, burned and humilitated she no longer had a fight left within her. She was so throughly destroyed she figured what was the point of trying. She was a rogue in debt with no friends and it was likely the organization sent her here to die. She was a nobody with no special bloodline or skills. Not even her bounty was worth much of anything. Just like her life. But even though  dark thoughts plagued her she thought that perhaps she could do one useful thing. So she planted an explosive tag on her, ready to explode, however Yasuo saw her shift as she were going to turn her body and dediced to slit her throat before she could do anything. As the light left her eyes, she only thought, I couldn't even kill a butler and all she knew was darkness.

Yasuo chuckled darkly before barking as they turned the dead woman's body over seeing she planted an explosive tag on her but never managed to activate it. It for some reason got a good hearty laugh out Yasuo. A second sooner and their remains would've splatter these walls. Good thing they were paranoid haha. Ahh, but still it was unfortunate. They had hoped to play around with the woman a little longer but she ended the game too soon just as the fog lifted letting the moon illuminate the night, shinning on the pair. Yasuo's crimson eyes glowed among their black scelera erratically before they closed. Oh well, at least they had some fun. It was time to get off this island and head back to the manor. But first they had to take home their prey. They had plenty of meat for the next week at home so they figured only take the bare minimum before they got rid of the body.

With skilled hands they carved out her tongue and plucked out her beautiful blue eyes. They wanted to remove her heart as well however they felt someone eyes on them. With a low whistle they called out to whomever was watching them...

957~

The needless slaughter of others used to be a passion enjoyed by Burittsu but this was indeed a eye catcher as it seemed venturing out of his normal area he was subjected to watch a shinobi carry out his mission. Destroying lives and ending it without a second to even think about even caring that was the usual duty for a shinobi especially one that resided in the mist. He had never seen this one before well it wasn’t a surprise due to the fact he hid himself away from the world for two years to only find himself not in the light but pure darkness. Never mind the fact that this shinobi was obviously enjoying the bloodshed a rush that Burittsu missed coursing through his body but just as it did him good it also gave out nasty side effects. Burittsu sported his usual attire of a black cloth wrapped around his head, a black scarf, no shirt but walked around in parachute pants, with regular sandals. Blue hair and eyes to match as they completely became a match his face was stern not a smile on his face but he did enjoy the fact how this shinobi destroyed his prey.

“Interesting..maybe he can return the flare that I had so long ago.”

He watched as the female had nothing but empty eyes as it seemed she attempted to do something but was quickly cut off by the shinobi instantly killing her. As only moments the sound of an explosion occurred he watched in deep silence as the sound of loud thuds hitting the ground made its way across his ears. Giving a sigh he only knew that it was the body of the fallen victim that struck the ground in a loud thud which caught his attention fully as the blood itself splattered upon the ground and wall as if it was a form of artwork made by the devil himself. Felt as if a movie was being played where the villain would now decide to go off into the darkness only to appear behind the silent watcher that hid in the shadows and kill him or her off. Falling deep into concentration he nearly forgot where he was at the moment only as his focus snapped back to reality with a faint pitch of a tune that hummed through the air. A whistle in fact and it only had one source looking at the male from pitch black darkness it was obvious he was spotted. Walking out into the open moonlit night he only revealed himself to the male with no need to have a struggle between the two of them one was simply doing his mission as for the other was rather studying. The smell of blood itself only excited and boiled the blood but he could not afford to go into battle without first regaining himself he would surely lose but fear was never a trait that stopped him from venturing forward. With a brief sigh he only wanted to watch not even intrude or even engage in a conversation he’d rather stay to himself but now it was completely to late to turn back and continue on his night.

“Mhmm..Feels incredible huh? The killing..I mean.. Well imma keep it honest with you i’m not here to fight so don’t bother your lust for blood is probably rising at the very moment.”

Giving a grin he only began to think to himself of how much the fight would be at his disadvantage due to the fact he was clearly outmatched at every aspect he only awaited for a proper response or action from this stranger. No matter what it was he was prepared for the worst and already ran through the possibilities this shinobi might be mad with power or just mad completely

WC: 641

The patter of footsteps got Yasuo's attention who then turned to inspect the newcomer. A young lad likely around their own age, maybe even rank since everyone held themselves differently depending on status dressed casually. He had a nonchalant, almost noslagtic attitude making Yasuo immediately suspicious. Of course the feeling of blood lust felt like it were going to consume them but whilst living in the manner they were forced to steel their nerves and behave in an appropriate manner, only allowed to let themselves loose in battle. They wondered, if the male would tell on them, about this incident. Although Yasuo could easily saw it were in defense and she was a missing nin, but something could always happen, especially when you carve out pieces of your prey for dinner as cannibalism was frowned upon. A small voice in their head whispered 'This lady could only serve as a side dish with these parts but why don't we make him our main course' and it laughed darkly, bemused by the thought.

Their chakra purred at the thought of it because truthfully they were not sated by the slightest and wanted to have some much fun. After all this damn bitch had to ruin it all. Like shit, weren't missing nin supposed to be of the sturdier gritter kind. They can't even get it up right now because she made them so mad! A myriad of voices taunted Yasuo, confusing them, telling them different directions but they only listened to a single one and murmurouslessy they calmed down their racing heart. They couldn't let loose. However...this lad was here now...in the middle of no where...far from Kiri. So perhaps, this boy could keep them entertained...

With an close eyed empty smile, Yasuo turned to the lad "Spectors do not stick around if the show isn't entertaining...so" Shuuush, calm yourself my beating heart. Remember what happened last time. With this bitch you clearly knew she was the enemy but not this time. If he turns out to be another kiri nin you'll get in a lot of trouble. Yasuo was lucky that when they killed Genbu, he gotten permission from the village to wander so no one could question his whereabouts. But a current active kiri nin....their body may be much harder to hide. They didn't know if they had any friends nearby and...if Sero found out...they would not be pleased. So although the male was conveniently here for Yasuo to get some much needed stress out with that delectable body of his, they first had to confirm something "Are you one of her companions? Or are you one of the locals?"

1413~

Looking upon the disturbed but rather interesting shinobi Burittsu kept his composure as it seemed this was not no average shinobi but one who seen the countless wages of war and battle. Indeed she was the type of crowd that Burittsu seemed fond of but he also wanted to see where this would go as the bright moon light shined down upon the two. He remained in silence studying her from her head to feet with nothing but a blank expression on his face it only took a while as the two only continued to study each other. With a blank expression upon his face he knew that if anything was going to happen between the two it would most likely be a battle on who gets to live or maybe a battle of strength all a game that could be played between the two. He felt as if the ice was already broken between the two as if they were connected through someone the feeling was one he was used too maybe due to his past as he acted or it something deeper.

"Spectors do not stick around if the show isn't entertaining...so"

It felt as if he was being asked such a riddle but he knew the meaning to the statement that was made to him he didn’t have to think about it as he watched closely awaiting any slight mistakes or facial expressions that could be made after being said. Giving out a grin it was simple before he could even ask a question of his own he was quickly hit with another set of words from the stranger herself. "Are you one of her companions? Or are you one of the locals?" at first it seemed the shinobi herself seemed interested but it only raised concerns for Burittsu as to why now wanted to know about him. Indeed if he had to he could be dangerous but watching what she did it seemed it would be pointless to go at it both knowing the taste of blood and as it seemed one ready to go on a rampage while the other simply gazes in amusement.

“I only have one companion and his name is Genbu.. I do not know of who you speak of and one of the locals? You must be talking about the village yes I am a Kiri shinobi..”

It was a long stretch in all honesty but he only wanted to find his dear friend he had been gone for so long and lost his light a long time ago the thought of losing his friend so easily and no one telling him or even helping him out was the part that could kill whatever humanity that was left inside of Burittsu. But he could not let his emotions roar high in such a situation he only hoped this stranger whoever she was has seen him. Indeed he regret going to an outside source for help but it was best for him into finding his friend if she knew anything it would be the best information to get him started on the track to finding him. Eyes locked remaining completely focused as he did not move a muscle he felt his heartbeat increase awaiting for either the greatest information or most likely the worst information to ever hit his ears in such a long time. Looking up at the night sky he only gave a smile as his focused returned back to the body who also stood upon the soil of the earth his smile was the real deal as he only held back his true emotions.

“If you know anything..I’d really appreciate it down to every note..Please tell me everything you know if that name means the slightest I know we just met and you obviously just killed a person but never mind that..I need to know if you know who Genbu is and if you seen him anytime at all..”

WC: 664

Yasuo watched the lad carefully as they arose to their feet putting their back against the tree, pocketing their prizes in a cloth that wouldn't allow the blood to seep through and waited. From how the boy responded it seemed Yasuo's luck just turned into shit. The one person who gave a crap about Genbu that wasn't a certain iwa nin, just happened to be here, on this day, and walked in on them. Though from the way they are acting, they could care less about the fact Yasuo violently murdered someone. Oh well, they were kiri nin, no way to come back from that"Well this is surely remarkable for I am one of your comrades. Granted I am not wearing the obtrusive headband outside of missions. May we have the pleasure of knowing your name? This one is known as Masa Yasuo."

After the introduction, Yasuo whispered to themselves putting their bloody palm on their chin thinking though they were just doing it for show"Genbu, genbu, genbu....where have I heard that name before?" After a moment they felt themselves chuckle on the inside as a revelation came to them."Ahh" Yasuo purred as they licked their fingertips, their blood lust rising making the aura around them darker, more sinister that would lull the dead to rise. "Yes, now we remember. Yuurei Genbu...left the village some time ago. We had the pleasure of meeting him for business and he desired to travel along with a companion of his. Another yuurei or so he said"

"For what reason do you seek him out? We you not aware of his departure?" Of course, a sinister voice in their head remarked, there is not point in looking for him now. There isn't even remains of his corpse haha. Yasuo skinned him and sold off parts for money whereas the rest of his meat was used for dinner at the manor. Granted no one knew where they got the meat from but again no one cared since it was a feast and all that matter was it tasted good. Genbu's bones made a decent broth and were later ground up with flour to make bread. The same bread Yasuo served with a lovely herb spread just a few weeks prior to this occasion. So in all, Yasuo found it hilarious that this boy was looking for his 'friend'.

1816~

Watching the male simply pin himself against a tree and stand up only to look at Burittsu made him quick to dislike this male he was not feeling very entertained by the male as he already bored him. He only wanted information but what he got was as simple as a slap to the face he could simply tell this was all a game and if he continued to fall into it he would get nowhere with the question asking. Opening his ears as he only got a question that seemed to be out of his comfort zone as if the male actually wanted to know about him as if he actually cared about his name. Remaining quiet to his answer he did not reply only to hear this guy carry on like he was actually going to give up exact information about his comrade he only assumed he was like everyone else. A waste of space in the shinobi world that should be destroyed at this moment by his very hand but just like the others he would ignore this guy and simply begin to think of where to go off to next. The fact that he acted as if he never heard of Genbu’s name already gave him all the information he needed but what simply began to push at Burittsu was the fact he lied to his face.

“Lie to me again..Standing there saying his name over and over as if you’re jogging the memory that you never lost. You are a waste of my time my name is mine and I seek him for my own benefits..”

Giving the male a grin he only thought it was a fair that he returned the snake a hiss back as his smile was the fakest he ever gave to someone. Burittsu’s anger did get to him but it rested underneath the surface of the male as if this male would actually tell him the truth and even if he did tell him Burittsu would continue on his path to greatness. It felt like as if Genbu took over his body and mind making him one to reject fighting and become one with all people as if this was history written over and over where the great hero starts from the darkness and is pulled into the light to save the civilians. But this was not a story told by the old generation of shinobi this was the present and he could not risk his future trying to pick fights with guys who only merely reminded him of what he could have been if not for people like Genbu. A chuckle escaped his breath as it carried over this all was indeed amusing to him as he thought so much possible time this guy was wasting lifting up his hand and scratched behind his head making it seemed as if he cared to begin with.

“I apologize for you wasting my time enjoy your life...Oh and the next time you decide to disrespect me with lie’s and a false trust that you think was going to work try that on someone who hasn’t been that dark space before.. Good day..”

Giving the male a glance he had not used in such a long time only brought back juicy memories of blood rushing activities he used to love when he was younger his eyes seemed dull to the point where no life ran through them. As his facial expression was stern to the point that it was obviously no games were going to be played especially about a comrade of his that played as a tool to the village. The signs were easy to see this was no Kiri ninja well not a full committed one to the village seemed the same to everyone he encountered when he mentions the name of Genbu. They all coward behind this fear as if the Mizukage herself would come crashing down destroying their lives and anyone that they came across it indeed put a devastating grin upon his face one that only showed signs of temptation to end the lives of all who crossed him. In all he got the information he needed from the male simply giving a sigh as he looked behind him for a second as the bush seemed an ideal place to leave. The male was nothing but a past to him already as he looked back awaiting for the male to give out his final response to the male before this conversation was over. People like this only ran their mouths till they got the response they have been waiting for as he took a deep breath and expelled it out of his body only to smile in the males face. Indeed he was a smart shinobi to lie but Burittsu seemed to just have enough of the lies as he simply put all the remarks he saved from the others all on to this random guy whose blood lust meant nothing to the shinobi. As he faced to look at the male Burittsu only gave him some more slight input to get a kick or reaction of this guy as if now he was playing the mind games.

“Anything else you have to tell me before this conversation comes to what we both been waiting for..The End meaning I go my way and ignore all the false information you gave me tonight.”

WC: 908

Yasuo's eyes widen comically and they held their heart as if dealt a mortal blow. Their voice mocking the boy even more so than before only louder and no where near as refined as before "Oh! How scary. How uncouth. How rude. Does your name mean that much to you haha" Bit rude don't you think, the voice whispered. You were so polite in greeting him, even gave him your name and he went ahead and was rude. Bit haughty of him don't you think. Yesss Yasuo...why don't you play with him. After all, you haven't enjoyed yourself in awhile. Besides, don't you want to feel the tension leave your body. You can you know. Just think that this whole thing is a messed up play on fate. As if agreeing with the inner monologue in their head, Yasuo couldn't help but chuckle, trying their hardest not to laugh whilst covering their mouth "Pfft, hahaha. Oh my goodness you're serious. What, did I hurt your feelings Kiri-chan? Besides how do you know I'm lying~ Everything I've said was true...although that last bit of info is a bit outdated.."

Taking a deep breath, watching the Kiri nin grow more and more angry, as if Yasuo sparked something inside him, Yasuo breathing out and felt themselves cool down somewhat. They knelt down and put their foot on the deceased woman's face, nudging it as they watched bugs already beginning to crawl over her and invade her overices. When asked if they had any final words Yasuo voice was soft, almost inaudible but they do know he would catch it."Ne, do you really miss Genbu so much?" Yasuo grinned turned horrendously sinister as if about to have a good hearty laugh at the man's expense. Because honestly at the end of the day.."He didn't even bother mentioning you in his last moments"

2143~

“Don't you dare talk about him like you know him I enjoyed this conversation you’ve taught me a lot through only so little of a meeting.”

Indeed the anger boiled him over his hands were simply in a ball as he only gazed at the male stepping on the corpse he had already fallen in the trap it was eating him from this inside. His glare gave out his answer of how badly he simply wanted to fight the male but it was only going to bring out the worse in him. Giving a sigh as he himself released the stress from his system it was obvious he lost the battle as he only watched on as the male stepped on the corpse the silence was not the right answer but he only cracked his knuckles as it seemed the male knew more than he was asking. The grin on his face once returned as he simply understood that to gain more information he would need to beat it out of the guy his intention was not to kill but to simply prove a point to anyone who would cross the line.

“So it seems that we’re both blood hungry imma get what I need out of you one way or another.”

Anger was his fuel but it also came with determination that was the key to his survival over the years for being a straightforward person he countlessly through his life to the wind when it came for the people who become close to him. A smirk made its mark on his face as turned his back to the male looking up into the night sky and prepared himself for any outcome that should happen this very night. Turning back around he began to stretch his limbs as the sound of cracking bones filled the air he himself was ready for an actual fight he had not experienced in such a long time. Twisting his body back and forth as his back cracked several different times as his neck moved slightly sending a pattern of snaps and cracks he was now ready to begin the battle.

“Let’s Begin..”

Moving his hands in front of his body as he got into his stance he remained calmed and composed his eyes remained without life as his facial expression was completely motionless he only thought to himself. If this was the end of his search to find the actual truth of what happen to his dear friend or if this was just another shinobi who only wanted to have a useless battle with no meaning behind it. Well now was his time to get his answer from the male not by using words but by using their abilities and fist in battle placing his foot out in front of him he crouched a little bit as one of his fist remained curled and the other a open palm. With the rays of the moonlight shining down upon the two it felt as if this was going to be another chapter to open up in his life one he wished remained closed.

Training Stats
Strength : C-Rank ~ C1
Speed : C-Rank ~ C1
Endurance : C-Rank ~ C1
Perception : D-2 ~ D3
Reaction Time : D-3 ~ C

WC:519
Total WC: 2,732
~End Thread~

A challenge oh....how fun. It seems those last few words were all that the lad need to lit a fire under him. Watching him grow resentment towards the kurohebi made Yasuo all the more excited. The though of seeing the blue haired male convulsing in pain beneath them made their loins twitch in anticipation. God, aside from the lackluster play date they had with the woman they really really hadn't had time to let their pent up frustration out. Especially when Sero forbid killing innocents. Least of all, if he found out that Yasuo enjoyed violating the deceased...well, their head would be on a platter. With all these restrictions that came with living at the manor, there were times Yasuo wasn't sure it was worth it. First and foremost, in order to work in the manor and have primere access to Sero, Yasuo had be made to pledge their allegiance to Kiri, something they despised. They had no faith in the main villages and did not wish to become so restricted, so confined. They enjoyed roaming the earth, doing as they please, killing whenever, without anyone breathing their neck about humanity, morality, ethics and such. Did it seem like they gave a rats' ass? Nooo. They didn't. Plus they absolutely had to get their frustration out somehow right. Do you know how dangerous it is to keep it all pent up! Why they have their health to worry about here. Wouldn't want them to grow ill don't you.

So, although Yasuo often took assignments outside the village where they could kill indiscriminately, they still had to do so in the realm in mortality though their affiliation with the young Osada Sero Jr. allowed for quite some leeway since that man did not know restraint. Which was quite alright. Yasuo loved that about him. Every since their first meeting, Yasuo saw something special about Sero, making them possessive. The power he wield, his empty heart, his mannerism made him more akin to beast than to human and it was maddening he chose to be bound to this damn village when he could do so much more. Be so much more. But for some reason he stayed here. In this dead beat village where his work was not even appreciated! One of their most valuable men and they could give a rat's ass whether he lived or died. Something had to be holding him down. Anything really. And didn't Yasuo want to know. They wanted to find out what kept them bound so fiercely to this village...and how to change it to them instead. Sero had everything that Yasuo could ask in a partner. Looks. Skill. Pride. Power. And a severe lack of humanity. He was unrefined as a person with his affliction could be and was colder than most but something inside him, felt the need to even bother. Perhaps it would excusable if his father were still among the living but he is not. Instead, he likes to Ayakashi and the other damn high rankers in the village when he didn't have to do so. At the level of strength he was at, they didn't need to stay any longer as there wasn't much more to gain. It left Yasuo wondering about his goals and what he aspired to be and so they played the waiting game, to see how this would turn up.

And although Yasuo was quite skilled at the waiting game, the rate at which this is going is a bit slow for them. No wonder when they were meeting Genbu they snapped. Originally the lad was supposed to visit the black market with Yasuo, learn how to bater and handle himself and get used to the gritter side of the world. It would've been quick, easy, and painless. But the amount of angry and frustration that had been steadily building up in the course of the past few weeks left them ready to burst at a moments notices. And by the time their head was clear, Genbu was dead, broken and bloody whilst the girls went ahead to go kill off a certain woman for daring to get them into this. By the time their vision returned to normal, a kiri shinobi laid dead at their feet. And there was nothing they could do about it.

Of course they got over it pretty quickly as there was a noticeable improvement in their attention right after. As if the tension on their shoulders dissipated away leaving their blood lust sated. Only now, it has begun to build up again therefore they were left seriously contemplating on how to proceed with the blue haired lad. On one hand, this altercation can cause some problems down the line should Yasuo win and leave him alive, he can rat out or give false information regarding Yasuo's afliation with Genbu's disappearance, creating unnecessary issues for everybody. On the other hand however, by dueling with him, Yasuo could relive themselves of the tension that ha been building up inside them. And in exchange for letting him live, he could force the lad to keep his mouth shut and make sure not to. After all, Yasuo was commissioned to bring home some new staff members since they were the head of the household when Sero was away. But resigned to their fate, Yasuo grinned widely and chuckle "You can try"

3056~
Trained:
Dark Arts: Arthritis (1500/1500)
Reflective Palm V1 (1500/1500)
56wc left over

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