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You know what to do, Training(Open/No Kill) Tue Sep 10, 2013 12:51 pm
Guanyin Nanashi
D-rank
The morning sun slowly peaked from behind the horizon, it's counterpart having woken it from it's night slumber – to do the duties that were granted to it by the deities – warm up the earth with it's rays. Begrudgingly the sun awaken from it's sleep, climbing the stairs that led up to Earth's horizon in order to fulfill such a duty. And this is where we find the heat given source, standing on the edge of the horizon, it's arms already stretched out – rays of heat resonating from them – eating the earth like a giant hotplate.
Of course the warmth from the shaft of lights caused the inhabitants of the world to stir from their slumber. If the sun couldn't sleep, they couldn't either! Yes, that's were the thoughts sun, it grinning wickedly at the sight of the first person stirring from their sleep. It was assuming to say the least, how some were using such a vulgar language that a sailor would be blushing from hearing it. Others tried valiantly to fight the urge of waking up, but one couldn't win against the sun. For it's an opponent that couldn't be contended with.
However! Not all were fighting against the sun's arms. No, a few were already up and moving about, going about their normal routines. The majority of these individuals were shinobis who knew very little about rest or even sleep for that matter. They having to the 'glorified' job of keeping their respective villages safe from threats both foreign and domestic. They also had the indirect job of getting and keeping clients happy, fulfilling tasks for them. Yes, besides being a killer, shinobis were also businessman in a twisted since. This was no where more prominent than in the village hidden in the rocks. Darken shadows bouncing to and from unknown destination, some even having the luxury of resting – enjoying the small reprieve from the daily grind.
And it's one of these shinobis that we founded ourselves following today. Known throughout the Elemental Nations as a former geisha, Guanyin Nanashi were just now leaving the confinements of his home. The silver haired male having woken up before the sun's rays could interfere with his sleep – though it did help that he had a nice wake-up call in the form of a lovely lady who tongue did things that made one's toes curl like the Wicked Witch of the East from The Oz.
Oh yes, her tongue was amazing.
Not like he ever tell of the woman this. She was just a plaything. A nobody. A sheath for his 'sword', to be used and discard at the man's leisure. Of course there weren't any disillusions with the woman, she knew her place was to be used and abused as the client wished. No complaints. No whining. Just bend over and take it one of her many holes. . . if a hole wasn't plug she wasn't working. It was as simple as that. And she knew this and was fine with her life style. So who was Nanashi to tell her differently? Though it did seem like the woman had taken a liken towards the silver haired man, him being nicer than the other clients – lacks of additional bruises showing that fact. Heck, Nanashi was even generous and healed all her wounds! And who said the man didn't have a heart. . .
Of course all things must come to an end, Nanashi given her a dose of vitamins before telling(more like ordering) her to wash up and clean up the house while he's away. The woman wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Oh no! Our resident sociopath had bought her out for two weeks. She becoming nothing but a slave to him, doing anything and everything he asked of her without complaint in fear of retiliation from the gentle man. If the status as a slave wasn't prominent by how she spoke to him, calling Nanashi “Master-sama” than the black collar with the words “property of Nanashi” engraved on it surely did. The collar even had a small chain that could be attached to another one, allowing the man to walk her around if he so please to do so. Not like he would. . .So after telling her where he will be going and how long he would be gone – he allowed her to do as she pleased, leaving money on the table in case she wanted to buy something.
And it's the exact moment where Nanashi leaving the house, do we catch up to the man.
The man in question was heading towards one of the more secluded training grounds in Iwagakure. Dressing in the stereotypical Iwa-nin getup, the special jounin was in deep thought – his feet carrying him to his destination. It has been roughly seven months since his back was broken and right eye completely destroyed. His mother came to visit him doing the months of recovering, basically chewing him out. . .the man remembering that day fondly. . .
xXxFlash Back!xXx
Three months. That's how long it has been since the faithful or unfaithful encountered with a missing-nin who thoroughly mopped the floor with Guanyin Nanashi. The attack was unprovoked, and it didn't even register to the man till moments later. But by that time he had already suffered a broken back and he couldn't see out of his right eye. The rest of what happen that day was fuzzy for the former geisha, having been embraced by unconsciousness. Though when he came to the nurses told him that he was saved by a genin who would like to remain anonymous. Whoever the individual was they had incredible medical skills, being able to stabilize him enough to be transported by medical corps. He truly owed his life to that individual. . .
Damn-it. . .
So here was the former geisha, recline in the hospital bed, tubes connecting to him, a black eye-patch being the most prominent thing about him at the moment. The hospital was boring. The food was terrible. At least some of the nurses gave decent eye-candy, and the even more friendlier ones allowed him to grab a feel or two. Sadly none of them were currently around, they either dealing with other patients or on their lunch break. Thus leaving Nanashi with nothing to do but to read a book over Ration and it's applications medical-wise.
It was truly boring. . .
“Guanyin Nanashi. . .” The silver haired male looked in the direction of the female nurse standing at the open door, and eyebrow raised as he wonder what she wanted. The nurse in question was one of the more professional nurses in the hospital. The bedridden man having worked with her in the past, and she being the first one he was introduced to by the head medic of the Hospital – Sakino Marise. Nanashi didn't have any problem with the married woman, in fact he finds her to pleasant to be around.
“Yes?”
“There is this lady in claiming to be your mother.” Nanashi totally forgot that the majority of medical staff didn't know that his mother was alive. Hell many assumed that Sakino Marise was his mother, the pair being seen around each other a lot – even going out for dinner and likes. Some have even mistaken them for a couple. Of course this wasn't the case, the pair just had an extremely close relationship with each other that overstepped the boundaries of Master and apprentice – at least at times. But both knew where to draw a line when playing and teasing one another. Besides her girlfriend would kill them both if they went further in teasing one another. . .
“She wouldn't happen to be name Guanyin Mayuko, would she?” The nurse nodded at the man's question. Well that's surprising. It has been a long time since he had last seen or even heard from his mother. The last time being a couple of years ago when he was dating Yanagi Akio. So why after all of this time would she becoming to visit him now?
“Well this is by far one of the most pathetic sights I have ever seen.” The eerie angelic voice of Mayuko ranged outward – breaking Nanashi out of his muse. Yellow, citrine eyes stared back into the reflecting pools of his mother. Her eyes not even trying to betray the disgust, apathy, and loathing of her own flesh in blood. How could a mother look at their own son with such negativity? Shouldn't a mother be worried about their son's safety? Apparent Guanyin Mayuko didn't get the memo, for she was feel everything else besides sorry or it's brethren pity. . .
“Hello to you to mother. . .” Nanashi's voice was devoid of emotion, yellow eyes watching the woman who is his mother, dressed in a red kimono that accent her womanly curves make her way towards an empty chair near his bed. Mayuko's hair was style in a Japanese type bun, with a pair of large senbons holding it In place. She picture definition of perfection, and she damn knew it to.
“So I heard you got your ass handed to you by some snot nose punk. At first I didn't believe it, but long and behold it was true. Now you don't need to tell me your side of the story Sakino Marise was kind enough to show me the list of your injuries.” Nanashi finally taken notice of the folder that she was thumbing through reading off the injuries in a nonchalant manner. “A broken back, that can be repaired. A completely destroyed eye – salvageable. Cracked ribs. And a busted lip. Fucking sad.” The fold slammed shut, Mayuko tranversing the room with little to know effort.
“Your point mother? I was caught off guard. . .I didn't expect – “
“That's the fucking problem! You didn't expect it! What the fuck have you been doing since you got to Iwagakure!? Let me guess. . .you haven't been training. Just sitting around screwing any thing with two legs! Ain't I right?” Nanashi couldn't refute her statement, for it was true. Every single word was true. . .
“Here I thought you become a shinobi would do you some good. Must been a foolish idea on my part, seems like the only thing it has done was making you weak. You have forgotten what and where you came from. What have made you into the man you are. . .it time for you to remember that.” A scroll thrown in his lap.
“What's this?” Nanashi asked, picking up the scroll, looking at it apprehensively.
“Your inheritance or rather it was.” Mayuko saw the confused look on her son's face and decided to explain it to him.
“I had planned on given it to you once you had made Special Jounin. However, it's obvious that your skills are lacking. I'm given you a year to get your skills to a respectable level, and I'm not talking about this village standards. . . I'm talking about my own. Once that year is up, we will see if you are deserving of your inheritance. . .” Grabbing the scroll and replacing it with another one, Mayuko turned to leave the room – but not before saying one more thing.
“Don't disappoint me. . .”
xXxEnd of FlashbackxXx
A light breeze greeted the man, having arrived at the deserted training ground. The lone eye looking across the rocky terrain, spotting the new training posts, they obviously been replaced by a group of genins prior to him arriving there. Ten meters away from where he was standing was a crystal blue lake, fish jumping out of the water periodically.
“This would be a perfect place to train. . .” He mumbled to himself, not expecting an answer. Taking a deep breath, hands going through a sequences of five hand-signs, katon chakra expelling outward, before six replicas of Nanashi appeared surrounding him in a circle.
“You know what to do. . .” The clones nodded, having gotten the mental information already. Increasing the distances from the original before charging at the composed special jounin.
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