Oshiki, it was currently said, was harmless. He fought on the front line for missions like every other genin of his class, but that didn't mean very much. When he got home and was able to put his fists away, he was one of the most kind-hearted and sweet people many had ever had the pleasure to meet. It was nice that people saw him like that, he always went out of his way to try and make people like him, it was perhaps a silly thing that he shouldn't have cared so much about, but it just seemed to him that if he wasn't nice to other people, they wouldn't be nice to him. However, with all this said, everyone has a point where they stop being nice and become cruel instead. Everyone has something, everyone has a line that can not be passed without direct intervention. Most people have something like their honor being insulted, something that Oshi couldn't have given less of a shit about, and other people had something as simple as when other people weren't willing to do what they said, which was barbaric, cruel and utterly ridiculous. Despite none of those being his trigger, his trigger was there. Any time someone hurt his family, even one single hair on their heads, he would snap and rip the stupid bugger who thought it was a good idea to attack them to pieces. However, that hadn't just been pushed today, it had been pushed so far that the trigger had broken off. It wasn't enough that someone hurt his sister, no, someone had fucking KILLED her. He was almost foaming from his mouth in rage as he heard about what had happened.

They had, apparently, been moving through a mission, scouting out a group of bandits in the dense forest that were threatening the village. When they had been ambushed, one of her squad-mates acted in a way that no ninja should ever act. Rather than dodge an incoming kunai, he had pulled Amare in front of him to avoid getting hurt, and rather than being stabbed in the shoulder or something like that, she had been caught in the middle of the forehead with it, the kunai piercing through her skull into her brain and killing her within seconds. They had survived the fight, which was unfortunate for the little bastard as he was arrested the moment that they came back into the village to be judged by the leaders of the village. Oshiki had missed all that, and by the time that he was back in the village, the murderer was now rotting in the jail for manslaughter. It was unknown by most people how long he would spend in the jail, but it was definitely going to be a few years. Oshi, however, felt like there should  be proper justice for his sister and wanted him killed. He wasn't able to tell anyone about that, however, the judgement was already passed and it would just look like bias if he was to go out and ask for his sentence to be adjusted. Which, if he was thinking sanely, he would probably realize that that was exactly what it was. However, he simply could not have given less of a shit if it was reasonable at the moment, his little sister was dead and the cunt who'd taken her from him was having a comfortable little life in a cell. This little brat needed to pay more than what he already was, and Oshi could think of no-one better for the little job than himself.

Walking through the doors of the prison, Oshi kept his jacket's hood over his face so that he wouldn't have to deal with any unnecessary interference. He didn't want people to have to think about him perhaps assaulting the prisoner, despite the fact that there were bars between them. Oh, he was going to deal with him alright, and the bars wouldn't do a damned thing about that little fact. they were chakra resistant, people were not able to target them with chakra, but they were not his target. The person behind the bars was. Every single room had a guard watching over it, they seemed like they'd be a member of ANBU or something similar, at least Special Jounin rank. They would make sure that none of the lower class prisoners would end up escaping. Anyone who was a larger danger to the village had their own prison specially tailored to their own needs, but since manslaughter wasn't considered that big of a crime, he was kept with the thieves and other "petty criminals". Which was exactly what Oshi wanted. Even if the guards saw him talking to the man, they wouldn't see anything. All they'd see was someone talking to a man that'd hurt him. However, as he walked towards the cell, the man saw him coming. He didn't know who he was, all he saw was a man dressed in strange uniform for a ninja. He might have seen the headband since he was keeping it over his right eye, but that was the most he'd be able to tell about him. Still, there was a defiant look on his face as if he'd done nothing wrong, and that somehow pissed Oshiki off more than anything else.

"What the hell d'ya want?" the boy asked, his voice filled with the same tone as many of the people that he was used to having to deal with around town. They were the little bastards who thought they were more important than anyone else, they assumed that they had the right to be superior even to their superiors simply because they were themselves. They had no excuse for it, it was not the right way a ninja should behave.
"What the hell do you think I want, you damned bastard? You killed my sister!" He hissed, his tone little more than a whisper. The boy looked surprised at the fact that he was talking to a member of the Uchiha clan, then he just grinned a shit-eating little grin that Oshi wanted to beat off his face.
"Hah! You're another Uchiha? I don't know what you expected me to do, to say sorry? To apologize? to beg on my hands and knees for you to forgive me? Well, it's not going to happen. I might feel sorry if it was someone else, but you Uchiha are all traitors. She'd have killed me if I'd not killed her first. I wasn't even trying to kill her, but her death isn't something that I care about, apart for the fact that I got stuck in this damned cell for it." Okay, that was the straw that broke an already broken camel's back. Now, this little brat was getting punished even worse than he already deserved. It wasn't death, but after suffering this he was going to wish for death. It was a devious little trick, but it was a brilliant punishment.

Slipping his headband back up, his normally black eye had turned red, a small ring appearing around the center of it with a single tomoe formed in it. He didn't know when it formed, when he was crying his eyes out over his sister it just seemed to form into his eye. Now he was going to use it, although not for what the kid probably assumed it was going to be for. The boy looked up into Oshi's eye and gulped, knowing full well what the sharingan could do, but the moment their gazes locked, he was more than just scared. His body was shaking on it's own as he fell into a cold sweat, a little present given from Oshiki. This boy would remain in a disgusting, violent illness for a long time, his body rejecting every piece of food in his body, every mouth of water would come back up, making him even more thirsty and then requiring more water. It was a debilitating technique on the battlefield when it could be countered, but since this boy would be unable to use a jutsu with his hands restrained like that, and if he tried any other jutsus he'd be stopped by the guards who would assume that he was trying to break out. Whispering through the bars of the cell, Oshi giggled and explained his little punishment.

"This is going to hurt, and it's going to hurt a lot. Every time you eat, you'll throw up, I estimate about five minutes until  you shit yourself, your body is going to feel like it's on fire." the boy looked terrified as Oshi spoke once again. "This is going to feel like the worst illness you've ever been through, and maybe you'll be broken out of it before you starve to death. Maybe you won't and you'll die alone and in pain, just like my sister. But, and here's the kicker; If you ever get out of that cell, I'm not going to be content with just this. I'm going to hunt you down like a dog and force you through every last jutsu I have. I'm going to make you die a million times inside your own head for what you did to her, and once I'm finished, you're going to wish for this little cell and this little illness. So, enjoy yourself, you cunt, and do try and keep yourself locked up, alright? I'd hate to have to learn even worse jutsus just for your sake."

The boy was clearly about to answer before his eyes opened as wide as dinner plates. Oh good, the second symptom was starting already.
"Bye bye now~" He teased, before dropping the tomoe, slipping his forehead protector back over his eye and walking out of the detention block. He was angry at the world, but right now he didn't feel like it, right now all he felt like was enjoying the sweet, sweet pain of that little bastard.

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