1 A Family Matter (Raishi/No Kill) Mon Feb 06, 2017 1:15 pm
Shigeki
Dead
It almost felt surreal to walk the halls of the guarded home of the Kanetsu clan once more after being away for so long. Shigeki hadn't been here since he had met up with Kazu and Satoshi some four years back, but it was a fascinating feeling being here once more. The heat of the place would bother most people, and would likely kill a member of the Aisu clan, but for those with Lava in their veins, for the famed Kanetsu clan, it was a place of comfort, a place that felt like home. As he walked into the depths of the Volcano home, he gave a soft sigh, wondering what had happened to his uncle that had caused him to leave the village. It was one of the most disappointing days of the young man's life, and one that had left him somewhat jaded towards the village. He hadn't interacted with anyone really since then, besides playing his games at the bars and clubs, but he had decided that it was time to get back to work. He dressed more professionally for this meeting than he had in a while, the black leather overcoat covering down to his knees, a pair of black jeans covering his knee high platform black boots, and a black mesh shirt underneath the coat. There were the regular fingerless gloves, black collar with the Iwagakure symbol, and black studded wrist bands, but that was just part of who he was. His tongue would run automatically over his lip piercings, three along his bottom lip, as he stood looking around.
It had been a fairly nice day outside, though Shigeki wasn't particularly a fan of being among the outside world. He had become a bit of a shut in and wasn't a fan of leaving his apartment during the days for the most part. His roommate was concerned for him, something that Shigeki tried constantly to tell him was unwarranted, but he also knew that Kensai had reason to be concerned. After the atrocities that Shigeki had suffered at the hands of his father when he was a child, it was easy for the boy to slip into depression, and that was what had happened as of late, being in a particularly dark place. Kazu leaving had snapped the last thing that he was clinging onto for a normal life, that last burning drive in his heart. That fire was replaced with darkness, and nothing seeming had been able to pull him out of his funk. He had been becoming more cruel with his little "games" at the bars, and he knew that this was a side effect. He had once enjoyed going there and seeing if he could take someone home just for a night of fun, but these days it was more malicious than that, the night of fun being more targeted at destroying people's relationships and lives than just harmless playing around. He had to try to get back to where he had been, and he would do so by trying to dedicate himself back into the life of a shinobi.
A small amount of sweat ran down along some of the medium length blonde and pink hair upon Shigeki's head towards his nose, which he blew off and chuckled. It was unusual for him to sweat, generally being unable to overheat to a point where his body felt it necessary. Clearly he hadn't been working hard enough, or the yoton affinity that he was naturally gifted with would have never allowed him to get to this point. He rested against a wall, his left shoulder to it and arms crossed across his chest. He had his left leg over his right in a very casual way as he awaited the new head of his clan. Apparently it has switched twice since Kazu had left, something else that Shigeki had somehow missed. It didn't really matter however, as Shigeki and this man would have at least one thing in common, and since he was the head of his clan it warranted some level of respect. There was only one Kanetsu in the world that Shigeki hated, and that was his father, a man who to the outside world seemed like a hero, but to Shigeki was the boogeyman. He twirled the cord of his headphones around his finger and continued to play with the rings in his lip, foot tapping as the restless boy waited...
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It had been a fairly nice day outside, though Shigeki wasn't particularly a fan of being among the outside world. He had become a bit of a shut in and wasn't a fan of leaving his apartment during the days for the most part. His roommate was concerned for him, something that Shigeki tried constantly to tell him was unwarranted, but he also knew that Kensai had reason to be concerned. After the atrocities that Shigeki had suffered at the hands of his father when he was a child, it was easy for the boy to slip into depression, and that was what had happened as of late, being in a particularly dark place. Kazu leaving had snapped the last thing that he was clinging onto for a normal life, that last burning drive in his heart. That fire was replaced with darkness, and nothing seeming had been able to pull him out of his funk. He had been becoming more cruel with his little "games" at the bars, and he knew that this was a side effect. He had once enjoyed going there and seeing if he could take someone home just for a night of fun, but these days it was more malicious than that, the night of fun being more targeted at destroying people's relationships and lives than just harmless playing around. He had to try to get back to where he had been, and he would do so by trying to dedicate himself back into the life of a shinobi.
A small amount of sweat ran down along some of the medium length blonde and pink hair upon Shigeki's head towards his nose, which he blew off and chuckled. It was unusual for him to sweat, generally being unable to overheat to a point where his body felt it necessary. Clearly he hadn't been working hard enough, or the yoton affinity that he was naturally gifted with would have never allowed him to get to this point. He rested against a wall, his left shoulder to it and arms crossed across his chest. He had his left leg over his right in a very casual way as he awaited the new head of his clan. Apparently it has switched twice since Kazu had left, something else that Shigeki had somehow missed. It didn't really matter however, as Shigeki and this man would have at least one thing in common, and since he was the head of his clan it warranted some level of respect. There was only one Kanetsu in the world that Shigeki hated, and that was his father, a man who to the outside world seemed like a hero, but to Shigeki was the boogeyman. He twirled the cord of his headphones around his finger and continued to play with the rings in his lip, foot tapping as the restless boy waited...
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