1 The Confessional [Training / No Kill / Tetsu / Closed] Mon Sep 16, 2013 1:12 pm
Uchiha Oshiki
D-rank
It would be fair to say that over the last few weeks, Oshi had been interacting with a lot of people through the village and almost all of them had grown to like him. Whether that was because he'd taken care of their trouble students and had reduced the number of troublemakers in their class among the people who wanted to keep their crotches unsullied or because he was the one that had taken care of their mole problem, or because he'd stopped their shop from being robbed. He was slowly becoming more and more of a man of the people, he was not as popular as takeshi, but he was definitely overcoming the people who disliked him for being an Uchiha member. However, that might not be able to last after tonight. Tonight was going to be one of the most awkward jobs that he'd ever had to undertake. It was almost like the village had asked him to stomp on the dreams of the common people. Tonight, apparently, their was a minor protest in the Market District of town and it was slowly becoming a threat to law and order. It was supposed to be a peaceful protest about how much control the Shinobi had over the village (A concept that he supported wholeheartedly, disgusted that the only elite in the village came from people who were able to be impossibly strong and that it was governed by the strongest despite how many intelligent weak people there were), but one of the people there was corrupting it and turning it from something beautiful and intelligent to something violent and disturbing. Now he was having to disagree with his own beliefs simply to avoid having to fight the people who couldn't fight back. Damn that man, and damn everything he stood for.
"You say that, but you're one of them! You're a Shinobi so of course you're going to justify them, if you didn't you would be insulting yourself. Who would attack us if we didn't have any ninjas in the village? Who would attack us if we didn't have any ninjas in the village?" he asked, and by this point it seemed like the crowd wouldn't be listening to reason. they were so addicted to the words coming from the man that they weren't thinking about how he was just lying and making everything stand on the shoulders of the Shinobi. he wanted to deck this guy in the face, but he couldn't be so obvious about it. So, he was going to need to take care of this himself, but it was going to need to be stealthy. This was. thankfully, the reason that he had been promoted to Special Jounin rank. He was a hunter-nin, he was an assassin, and he could join ANBU if he so wished. So, he could do this one little thing. Moving so that he was brushing past the man as he began to give a speech, their bodies connected for a second and he was caught in his genjutsu instantly, and suddenly the man's body went stiff as a rock and... fell over, onto his back. Despite giving the appearance that he was going to give a speech, he turned around as he heard the fall and moved to his side. The man seemed like he might have actually had a stroke or something, which was brilliant because with his age the crowd would think that it was natural causes.
"M-mister Takahashi?" He asked, feigning worry. Moving his head so he could check for breath, he noticed that the man was barely breathing. Looking at the crowd, he called out to them.
"Is anyone here a doctor?" When a man at the back nodded, Oshi continued "I'll move the body somewhere less congested, we need to make sure he's okay." With that, he slipped his hands under the body and began to move it off, before looking apologetically at the crowd.
"Sorry folks, Mister Takahashi seems to have fainted. We're going to need to give him medical attention, please go back to what you were doing." With that, he moved off the stage as people began to disband. He hated lying to the people like that, but it was necessary. Now nobody was going to get hurt.
Over the last few months, maybe even a year now, Oshi had become more and more of a public figure as he worked for the village throughout every job that people wanted him to do. No matter what the job was, they all seemed to flock to him as if he was some sort of hero. Even that boy, Lukyo, maid it horrendously clear that he didn't see Oshi as a normal Uchiha. He was an anomaly, a peace lover and someone who wanted to be able to shape the world into something beautiful. He was even beginning to climb through the ranks, it seemed like he'd ranked up extremely quickly, although that was probably only because of the fact that he had spent six years as a genin. Now he was a special jounin, promoted for his skills as an assassin. He had even been invited to join ANBU if he wanted, but for now he wasn't able to see himself in a job like that. He wanted to be able to protect the village, and he would do almost anything if it ensured the continued safety of the village, but... but was he willing to do something like that? He wanted to be the Kage one day, he wanted to pick up the reigns after Takeshi passed on, he was a great man but Oshi felt like he could do the job better. Still, there was another reason. He still had thoughts about what he had done the last time that he had done a job for the village. The last time that he had worked for the village. The flames... the dead. He had killed two Chunin and a Jounin without batting an eyelid, and then.. and then...
"P-please don't kill me...." He begged, tears in his eyes. This guy was pathetic! He tried to get good people killed and now he was crying over what was the obvious punishment for what he'd done? Bastard.
"My father died for the village, you damned self-aggrandizing bastard. He died fighting in a far away land and never got to see his youngest son, my mother hadn't given birth to my little brother before my dad died. But then my mum died too. So did my brother and sister. They died to try and make the village a better place, they wanted nothing more than for people to be safe and happy. But, you wanted to destroy the village to get more power, so you know what? Say please again." he said, as the man seemed to whimper before giving Oshi what he wanted "P-please?" Oshi's hand moved out and wrapped around the man's face, squeezing his head so hard it would hurt, before whispering with a mix of fury and disgust in his face.
"No." Suddenly slamming his hand back, he slammed the back of the man's head against the walls, breaking the skull open and smearing the blood and brains all over the wall of the carriage, before doing it again and again until he was definitely dead. Definitely, since he was little more than a mess at that point. Dropping the man where he lay on the floor, Oshi picked up a match that the man had used to light his pipe earlier, striking it against the wall and catching both the match and the carriage on fire. This was over, he thought as he stepped outside as the carriage slowly began to burn.
Oshi felt sick just looking back at that incident. The man had threatened the village, every last thing that Oshi had ever stood for, everything that he wanted and everything that he had dreamed would have been crushed under that greedy bastard's feet on his road to power, but that didn't make what Oshi had done any more excusable. He hadn't just killed him like he'd killed the others - Quick, painless, surgical like cutting away rotted flesh - he'd made it painful, slow, gory. The blood had dried around his hand by the time that he had rode back to the village, but it still covered the horse that he'd ridden's reigns, enough to make people back away when they looked at him. He couldn't blame them, an Uchiha covered in blood? That was rarely if ever a good sign.
He wanted to be able to tell people that he had done it to protect them, to stop a threat to their continued safety, to remove a plague that had infested them and threatened to hurt them, maybe even to kill them, but he couldn't. that was giving away precious information that was something only the village's higher ups should know. Thankfully, only a few people had noticed, so his reputation wasn't that pock-marked, and killing was expected among ninjas, even respected in certain areas, but the non-Shinobi who had seen him had begun shying away from him. Even the ones that had seen him help the old man who had "fainted" in the stands were no longer willing to view him as anything more than a killer, not a man of the people but just another participant in the killing fields of the Ninja. So... so, unable to tell people and having no-one other than Mitsuo to really turn to, he had gone to the one place that he visited whenever times got rough. He had gone back home.
Well, not home per se, but this was where his family were. Their names, at least, since they were all inscribed on the tablet for the honored Shinobi of the village. He was not as bad as some people, some people had never known their family, but in the same way wasn't that more tragic? His father was a great man, who'd been taken by the drums of war and never returned. Missing in action, the report said, suspected killed. So, despite not being confirmed dead, his name was inscribed on the monument. His sister, betrayed by her own team-mate and used as a body-shield was inscribed here, she had been on her first mission. His mother and brother, killed by Kirigakure ninja who fled from the cremation of their village, they were here too. Oshi almost smiled at the names on the plaque as he read them, in a way glad just for that small bit of familiarity.
"Hey guys... I'm sorry I don't come to visit more often, my free time has all been taken by the village recently, and they expect me to do so many jobs I don't know if I'm coming or going. But.. you probably know all that, if you're able to hear me that is. After all, if you're listening and watching over me you know the good I've done for the people, the friends I've made and even the progress. Did you see me fight that strange girl in the forest? the one with the green hair?" he said, as if waiting for an answer that he knew would never come. It could never come, he didn't believe in ghosts or spirits or an afterlife. Still, there was no harm trying, right? Either he was right and he was just talking to himself, or he was wrong and he actually got to talk to people he cared for.
"I guess you saw her kick my ass as well. But... she insulted you, she mocked you, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just let her stand there and laugh about how her precious trees were more important than living, feeling people who were stolen from me? That fucking bitch..." he said, his fist tightening as if he was about to punch something. He... he honestly might, at this point.
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"You say that, but you're one of them! You're a Shinobi so of course you're going to justify them, if you didn't you would be insulting yourself. Who would attack us if we didn't have any ninjas in the village? Who would attack us if we didn't have any ninjas in the village?" he asked, and by this point it seemed like the crowd wouldn't be listening to reason. they were so addicted to the words coming from the man that they weren't thinking about how he was just lying and making everything stand on the shoulders of the Shinobi. he wanted to deck this guy in the face, but he couldn't be so obvious about it. So, he was going to need to take care of this himself, but it was going to need to be stealthy. This was. thankfully, the reason that he had been promoted to Special Jounin rank. He was a hunter-nin, he was an assassin, and he could join ANBU if he so wished. So, he could do this one little thing. Moving so that he was brushing past the man as he began to give a speech, their bodies connected for a second and he was caught in his genjutsu instantly, and suddenly the man's body went stiff as a rock and... fell over, onto his back. Despite giving the appearance that he was going to give a speech, he turned around as he heard the fall and moved to his side. The man seemed like he might have actually had a stroke or something, which was brilliant because with his age the crowd would think that it was natural causes.
"M-mister Takahashi?" He asked, feigning worry. Moving his head so he could check for breath, he noticed that the man was barely breathing. Looking at the crowd, he called out to them.
"Is anyone here a doctor?" When a man at the back nodded, Oshi continued "I'll move the body somewhere less congested, we need to make sure he's okay." With that, he slipped his hands under the body and began to move it off, before looking apologetically at the crowd.
"Sorry folks, Mister Takahashi seems to have fainted. We're going to need to give him medical attention, please go back to what you were doing." With that, he moved off the stage as people began to disband. He hated lying to the people like that, but it was necessary. Now nobody was going to get hurt.
---
Over the last few months, maybe even a year now, Oshi had become more and more of a public figure as he worked for the village throughout every job that people wanted him to do. No matter what the job was, they all seemed to flock to him as if he was some sort of hero. Even that boy, Lukyo, maid it horrendously clear that he didn't see Oshi as a normal Uchiha. He was an anomaly, a peace lover and someone who wanted to be able to shape the world into something beautiful. He was even beginning to climb through the ranks, it seemed like he'd ranked up extremely quickly, although that was probably only because of the fact that he had spent six years as a genin. Now he was a special jounin, promoted for his skills as an assassin. He had even been invited to join ANBU if he wanted, but for now he wasn't able to see himself in a job like that. He wanted to be able to protect the village, and he would do almost anything if it ensured the continued safety of the village, but... but was he willing to do something like that? He wanted to be the Kage one day, he wanted to pick up the reigns after Takeshi passed on, he was a great man but Oshi felt like he could do the job better. Still, there was another reason. He still had thoughts about what he had done the last time that he had done a job for the village. The last time that he had worked for the village. The flames... the dead. He had killed two Chunin and a Jounin without batting an eyelid, and then.. and then...
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"P-please don't kill me...." He begged, tears in his eyes. This guy was pathetic! He tried to get good people killed and now he was crying over what was the obvious punishment for what he'd done? Bastard.
"My father died for the village, you damned self-aggrandizing bastard. He died fighting in a far away land and never got to see his youngest son, my mother hadn't given birth to my little brother before my dad died. But then my mum died too. So did my brother and sister. They died to try and make the village a better place, they wanted nothing more than for people to be safe and happy. But, you wanted to destroy the village to get more power, so you know what? Say please again." he said, as the man seemed to whimper before giving Oshi what he wanted "P-please?" Oshi's hand moved out and wrapped around the man's face, squeezing his head so hard it would hurt, before whispering with a mix of fury and disgust in his face.
"No." Suddenly slamming his hand back, he slammed the back of the man's head against the walls, breaking the skull open and smearing the blood and brains all over the wall of the carriage, before doing it again and again until he was definitely dead. Definitely, since he was little more than a mess at that point. Dropping the man where he lay on the floor, Oshi picked up a match that the man had used to light his pipe earlier, striking it against the wall and catching both the match and the carriage on fire. This was over, he thought as he stepped outside as the carriage slowly began to burn.
~~
Oshi felt sick just looking back at that incident. The man had threatened the village, every last thing that Oshi had ever stood for, everything that he wanted and everything that he had dreamed would have been crushed under that greedy bastard's feet on his road to power, but that didn't make what Oshi had done any more excusable. He hadn't just killed him like he'd killed the others - Quick, painless, surgical like cutting away rotted flesh - he'd made it painful, slow, gory. The blood had dried around his hand by the time that he had rode back to the village, but it still covered the horse that he'd ridden's reigns, enough to make people back away when they looked at him. He couldn't blame them, an Uchiha covered in blood? That was rarely if ever a good sign.
He wanted to be able to tell people that he had done it to protect them, to stop a threat to their continued safety, to remove a plague that had infested them and threatened to hurt them, maybe even to kill them, but he couldn't. that was giving away precious information that was something only the village's higher ups should know. Thankfully, only a few people had noticed, so his reputation wasn't that pock-marked, and killing was expected among ninjas, even respected in certain areas, but the non-Shinobi who had seen him had begun shying away from him. Even the ones that had seen him help the old man who had "fainted" in the stands were no longer willing to view him as anything more than a killer, not a man of the people but just another participant in the killing fields of the Ninja. So... so, unable to tell people and having no-one other than Mitsuo to really turn to, he had gone to the one place that he visited whenever times got rough. He had gone back home.
Well, not home per se, but this was where his family were. Their names, at least, since they were all inscribed on the tablet for the honored Shinobi of the village. He was not as bad as some people, some people had never known their family, but in the same way wasn't that more tragic? His father was a great man, who'd been taken by the drums of war and never returned. Missing in action, the report said, suspected killed. So, despite not being confirmed dead, his name was inscribed on the monument. His sister, betrayed by her own team-mate and used as a body-shield was inscribed here, she had been on her first mission. His mother and brother, killed by Kirigakure ninja who fled from the cremation of their village, they were here too. Oshi almost smiled at the names on the plaque as he read them, in a way glad just for that small bit of familiarity.
"Hey guys... I'm sorry I don't come to visit more often, my free time has all been taken by the village recently, and they expect me to do so many jobs I don't know if I'm coming or going. But.. you probably know all that, if you're able to hear me that is. After all, if you're listening and watching over me you know the good I've done for the people, the friends I've made and even the progress. Did you see me fight that strange girl in the forest? the one with the green hair?" he said, as if waiting for an answer that he knew would never come. It could never come, he didn't believe in ghosts or spirits or an afterlife. Still, there was no harm trying, right? Either he was right and he was just talking to himself, or he was wrong and he actually got to talk to people he cared for.
"I guess you saw her kick my ass as well. But... she insulted you, she mocked you, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just let her stand there and laugh about how her precious trees were more important than living, feeling people who were stolen from me? That fucking bitch..." he said, his fist tightening as if he was about to punch something. He... he honestly might, at this point.
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