A small stream of crimson liquid trickled from the corner of Odaya’s mouth; once again he had been the victim of the larger teens in the Hostel. This time was different; normally his beatings were received because of some imagined slight they had created, this time he had been savagely beaten as nothing more than sport. The aggressors were members of the Hoshigaki Clan, the overly macho shark-men had been targeting Odaya for over a month now because he was “easy prey” and “moving target” for them to test their new techniques on. Odaya lay on the dirty street in the slums of Kirigakure, the sound of laughter filled his ears as the Hoshigaki aggressors made their way through a back alleyway to their hide away.

“God, you are such a pussy, look at us Odaya…you should have let me take care of them.” Came the echoing voice of Zanko from deep within the recesses of their joint mind.

“Why so we could have had wanted posters all around Kiri with our face on them? No thanks.” Odaya whispered in response.

Even as Odaya slowly and shakingly stood to his feet he could feel the judgment radiating from the deepest recesses of his body, his brother despised his weakness, as did Odaya. Slowly, Odaya wiped the blood away from the corner of his mouth; the crimson hue stained the cuff of his jacket and took its place alongside dozens of other deeper and older stains of similar nature. After wiping the blood from his mouth Odaya formed two quick hand signs then spaced his palms apart evenly and allowed a small orb of light green water to materialize. Odaya then splashed the healing water onto his face, the parted skin on his busted lip reformed and the bruises on his face slowly disappeared.

“I still think you should have allowed me to take care of those assholes.” Came a harsh echo from Zanko.

“I know…” Was the only words Odaya could manage to utter in response.

It was another uneventful day in Kirigakure. Strafe walked the streets at a surprisingly boring pace, rather than his usual up beat tempo. He looked around, yearning for something to do. He actually didn't care for the days like this, he would much rather be on a mission. His eyes bounced from one side to the other as he observed everything in his line of sight. The first sign of something interesting would be his task for the day. Of course, that kind of luck wasn't his. He roamed aimlessly for a while, waving to those who knew him. If this kept on much longer, he would just go home.

Well, this was certainly something. He noticed a boy about his age in the distance. He seemed to be using a medical ninjutsu of sorts, immediately peaking Strafe's interest. He immediately started walking in the boy's direction, but not at an alarming pace. Strafe was well known in the village, but he didn't have the pleasure of knowing everyone. That was impossible. As he approached the boy, he waved with a warm expression. Strafe's ocean blue eyes held happiness as he made the ninja aware of his presence.

"Hey, I'm Strafe Aisu. I couldn't help but notice that you were using a Medical Technique. Pretty cool." He said trying to start up conversation. The boy seemed friendly enough, though his appearance was not well kept. It looked as if his life was not one of luxury, to say the least. Strafe immediately felt bad for the boy, hoping to be able to rectify that situation in some way. Maybe the boy would be open to talking and eventually a friendship. He looked as if he could use one.

"Hey, I-“ Was all Odaya heard, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and fear gripped his heart. Odaya’s neck tensed, his hands gripped his pants, and his knees began to feel weak. He felt his heartbeat increasing as the fear of another pummeling set in, he swallowed heard before speaking.

“PLEASE NOT AGAIN! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS USE ME?” He shouted in terror, interrupting the voice as he turn around with his eyes clenched shut.

“God you are such a girl.” Zanko chastised. “Could you at least open our eyes so we can get a good look at WHO this is before you make us look bad?” He continued.

Slowly, Odaya opened a single eye. His gaze found a young man not much older than himself, relief swept over him for the briefest of moments before his face quickly turned red from embarrassment. Odaya found himself fumbling for words as he stared at the stranger, the man he had not only rudely interrupted but managed to make a fool of himself in front of in the process. Odaya allowed his posture to relax yet again before he spoke, his head dropping out of shame of his own fear.

“I bet you feel stupid don’t you, little brother?” Zanko’s voice teased as it echoed through their mind.

“Shut up…” Odaya thought in reply.

“I apologize for my outburst…Master…?” Odaya said in an apologetic fashion while taking a small bow of respect.

After his short bow Odaya took in what he assumed to be his superior’s dress and weaponry. On his back sat a Bo Staff of excellent make, something Odaya assumed only a wealthy Shinobi and a master of the weapon form could use. His clothes weren’t expensive but were not mangled and torn as Odaya’s were, by this he assumed the shinobi before him was at the very least middle class.

“You should ask him for money.” Zanko jested.

“No, I won’t do that!” Odaya accidentally said aloud in response. Instantly, Odaya’s face turned a bright shade of crimson from sheer embarrassment.

Strafe's eyebrow raised in curiosity as the boy seemed to battle internally. He stood there as he waited for the boy to come to his senses, if that was possible. As he listened to his outbursts, a few different options ran through his mind. Either this shinobi was insane, which wasn't uncommon, or he had multiple personalities. There was only one clan in Kirigakure that held such an ability. The Niidashi. He had heard of the woman named Kei. She was around in his early days as a genin, and helped greatly in the rebuilding of this same village. The memories of those days were strong ones for him.

"You okay?" He asked with concern as they boy finished. He was an odd one, that was for sure. However, he had met weirder people. "Just take a breather, you're okay. Just tell me your name." He tried his best to console the young man, hoping to get him to eventually talk in a normal fashion. The fact that he used Medical Ninjutsu only made Strafe want to know him even more, as he made it a point to know all members of Kirigakure's medical corps.

Dunki had been watching as the older teens had savegly beaten Samui he felt bad no one should be targeted like that he wanted to help but he knew the boys who had done the beaten how would that look if he stopped his own clan he couldnt he wouldnt an after the beating he saw the kid heal himself with some green water and Dunki Hoshigaki would not go near medical ninjutsu while it was happening he never what seem to be the kids brother or friend or something of the sort and they were talking to some man not far from their age and he decided he wold be  good idea too check on the kid he approched the group
Hey man im real sorry for those guys in my clan were not all like that if theres anything i can do as help just ask me

"You okay?" The man asked, Odaya could feel the actual concern that radiated from him it was comforting in a way. "Just take a breather, you're okay. Just tell me your name." He continued to say after a very short pause.

Odaya allowed his guard to drop slightly, his posture became more relaxed; he even allowed a small yet sheepish smile to creep across his face. It was strange just moments ago, he was being savagely beaten for being different then everyone else, but now someone was being kind to him instead of gawking awkwardly as he passed by. “Is this what friendship feels like?” Odaya wondered.

“No idiot, that is what being normal feels like, try it sometime.” Zanko retorted, answering the redundant question that echoed through their joint mind.

Odaya flinched slightly at his brother’s rude remark, why Zanko still had that effect on him he was unsure, after sixteen years of living with him things like that shouldn’t even cause the slightest of injury. However, Odaya was quick to return to reality, with a small shake of his head to throw Zanko’s ramblings out of his head for a moment he responded in a polite voice.

“I-I’m Niidashi Odayakana…and the person I was talking to is my brother, Niidashi Zankokuna. But you can call me Odaya and him Zanko for short.” There was a short pause after Odaya’s introduction. “I am sorry, but I interrupted you and failed to catch your name, what may we call you?” Odaya asked politely.

“Don’t look now but here comes a gill-neck.” Zanko’s voice echoed through the joint mind as a warning.

Out of the corner of his eye Odaya caught the blue tint of a Hoshigaki Clan Member making his way across the street. His stomach twisted at the thought of a senior member of the clan coming to finish what his younger clanmates had failed to do. As the Hoshigaki grew closer more and more of Odaya’s attention slowly shifted to him, chills went up his spine as the Hoshigaki stopped near the man Odaya had been speaking to.

“Hey man, I’m real sorry for those guys in my clan. We’re not all like that if there’s anything I can do as help just ask me.” The Hoshigaki said with a strange sort of kindness about him.

These kind words coming from a Hoshigaki threw Odaya off slightly, the clan was known for its ruthless and cruel behaviors in battle not its politeness and kind words to the grieving. Odaya blinked a few times to adjust to this new yet strange and foreign development. He had never met a polite Hoshigaki before, much less a kind one.

“Oh…um…i-it’s q-quite a-alright.” Odaya managed to stutter out. “Live and let live as I always say, r-right?” He asked with a nervous laugh.

“Pussy.” Zanko voice echoed as a sigh throughout their joint mind.

Dunki was slightly thown of by the kids nervousness but he could understand, the Hoshigaki were known for their ruthless and cruel behavior but he didnt really hang out with other kids much less hoshgaki he was always too busy too hang out with too many others,
Hey thats the way to live eh, but why didnt you stick up for youself or fight back i mean that green orb thing you did, surely scared the crap out of me
Dunki let loose a throaty laugh and put his hand out to the other person to shake while saying
Im Dunki Hoshigaki whats yours
he was wondering at that moment if this could be a new training partner for him hid parents were getting kinda easy and he knew their moves this guy was new, fresh and differant jutsu it could be a new challenge

"Ah, I was correct in assuming you were a Niidashi then. It's nice to meet both of you. I'm Strafe Aisu, a Sannin here in Kirigakure." Strafe said smiling at the young boy. He seemed kind enough, he wondered why anyone would hurt the kid. His other 'side' must be some guy. Strafe's train of thought was interrupted by the appearance of another. He turned his head to see a young member of the Hoshigaki clan, one that was common in the village. He seemed to be friendly enough based on his words, but he was a tad rude to just walk up and interrupt the conversation. Alas, he was young, so he probably didn't realize it. Strafe simply stood there and listened to the two of them interact. He was only seventeen and yet it warmed his heart to see two ninja of Kirigakure act so kindly towards each other. Kirigakure had a bright future indeed.

((Dunki, you made your post out of order. The post order is Samui, me, and then you. Please avoid doing this in the future, as this is your only warning.))