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[h3][color=red]D A I K I.[/color][/h3]
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	[b]D[/b]aiki was a bit surprised by how quick the others responded. It was like a full-blown war had been declared on the two dangerous figures. Two people that had enticed a powerful fear in all of them. He knew that his pride had fought it, that the Naito in him could never allow such fright to have a suffocating hold on his heart.

	[b]I[/b]n mid-battle several things went wrong and it made him beyond furious. First his shadow clone had vanished into a white cloud. Shock lifted his brows but had not slowed his blade. [color=red][i][b]I[/b]f—if only I can land this one blow.[/i][/color]

	[b]J[/b]ust as his steel thoughts were finished and his blade came around to slam into Gian, a flash of red sped around from his side and appeared in front of him. Daiki had noticed the approaching ninja but felt that it was a comrade so he had ignored it. Now, a thin blade stood in the way of his broadsword; a daunting clang was born as the two clashed. Daiki held a stern glare as he listened to his supposed-comrade. 

	[b]T[/b]he ninja's sheathe had been slice effortlessly by his chakra enhanced sword. [color=red] “[b]I[/b]diot ... your back is wide open.”[/color]

	[b]B[/b]efore he could close his lips, Gian had stepped before them silently. It was almost beyond movement to Daiki, it felt like a monster had crawled from beneath his bed. Behind the jester, sapphire lightening arc towards the sky, blackening the earth and charring the leaves around it. 

	[b]W[/b]hat a apocalyptic visage. 

	[b]H[/b]is fur-lined cloak fell down like a curtain as he approached Yamato; completely ignoring him in the process. He would have tensed his jaw if fear hadn't assaulted him for the second time. With twitching brows, he straightened his stance and looked over at Gian defiantly. As much as he hated Yamato, he found a even greater hatred for the feelings those two infected him with. 
	 
	[b]W[/b]ith the way things had gone and his comrades foiling all of his plans, Daiki had no other choice but to listen. Kusaru's words were like oil to him. They could be helpful to many, but his wariness of her caused them to run in one ear and out the other. He didn't—nor did he want to—believe her. 

	[b]T[/b]hat was a short-lived feeling however. Near the end of her speech she spoke of [i]cleaning[/i] up. He didn't know why but her choice of words really piqued his interest. Perhaps because he thought the Yakuza in Konoha to be garbage. Maybe it was because he had been searching for a solution to their infestation problem earlier. Daiki physically shook his head of the poisonous thoughts.

	[color=red][i][b]S[/b]he isn't talking about the Yakuza you idiot![/i][/color] 

	[b]A[/b]nemone was held with a tense arm and hand, his golden eyes staring into Gian's black eyeholes. There was nothing beyond his mask but darkness, a very unnerving darkness. After the man had vanished from his sight and subdued the Ronin with shuriken, Kusaru found it necessary to address him directly. Daiki only stared with a heavy coldness, though his chest and shoulders trembled. 

	[color=red] “[b]J[/b]ackass or not, leaf ninja stick together, [i]Kusaru[/i]. Remember that when you come to visit.”[/color]

	[b]S[/b]ure that the duo had heard his warning, Daiki let out a long, drawn out sigh. All the fear that had been bundled up inside manifested. His hand found its way to his head as he rubbed it, seemingly calm. So much had happened that he felt absent from reality for a short moment. When he came back, all he could think was that he was a failure of a ninja. The village, the mission, and his life was top priority. So why had he risked his life on a whim? And why [i]had[/i] he stepped up defend Yamato. It was confusing and maddening at the same time.

	[b]A[/b]nemone burst out of existence as he searched for some outlet for his emotions. When his eyes had found Yamato, his body simply moved.

	[b]A[/b] snarl erupted and a previously unseen scowl appeared on Daiki as he stepped forward without hesitation, though cautious of his flaming hands. [color=red] “[b]Y[/b]ou really think you're a god don't you, Yamato.”[/color] His voice rushed out like a raging river. [color=red] “[b]T[/b]hink yourself untouchable? Well you're not, you're nothing but human ... just like the rest of us.”[/color] With a flick of his wrist he summoned Anemone once again. [color=red]“[b]I[/b]'m really sick of hearing this “I am god” bullshit. I'll bury your pride with your bones and [i]make[/i] you realize you're nothing but dirt!”[/color]

	[b]D[/b]aiki was aware that he more-than likely looked foolish, that his actions were childish. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was fight. And who better than his foster clan's rival. The real question that came to his mind, even as he pushed the envelope and challenged Yamato in front of his peers, was: 

	[color=red][i][b]W[/b]hy am I doing this? What's driving me to bite at him?[/i][/color]