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[h3][color=red]D A I K I.[/color][/h3][/center] 
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	[b]H[/b]e heard the sound of the paint-balls before actually feeling them. He looked up towards the massive hotel, only to be met with a round crashing into his right shoulder. Quickly, he judged the trajectory of the next five and lept out the way, flipping onto the roof of a park truck. He touched his shoulder, glancing Tsukiko with the rifle he had declined earlier. He ground his teeth together in a fit, both uncommon and psychotic; the pain had been a declaration of war on his health and a reminder of how much of a monster Miyaka was. 

	Grasping the top of his bruised shoulder, Daiki fought to overcome the haze of the Naito. A rage that seemed all consuming against adversaries. [color=red][i][b]B[/b]-Br … Breathe! N-No,[/i][/color] he argued lowly, his head bent in what would seem defeat. Then something … snapped in him. Like tinder in a flame, it burst open and fell apart. He stood to his feet, ignoring the repetitive honks of the truck beneath him and stared mindlessly at the empty window sill.

	[color=red][i][b]S[/b]he's returned inside. She won't be expecting me.[/i][/color] A coy smile cracked onto his lips as he rolled his neck. [color=red][i][b]I[/b]'m going to bite them to [/i]death[i]![/i][/color] Before he knew it, he could see the chakra constructs through the physical, he watched Tsukiko break her left forearm. A measure of recovery he assumed. 

	[b]H[/b]is sharingan danced wildly as he caught Jaakuuna arrival. Though his entry was fast, Daiki saw it at a rate that made the move seem … less. Either way, a string of insults left Jak's mouth before he turned to leave. 

	[b]U[/b]nlike the others who had taken the window, Daiki had decided to re-enter the building. Tsukiko was good for her sensing ability but with all that was going on in the room, he doubted she was actively searching him out. Either way, he had created a shadow clone. 

	[b]W[/b]ithout pause, he traveled up the stairs, his sharingan actively dancing and analyzing the group behind the obstructions.  He slipped inside the room, his clone following dutifully; their expressions were mirror copies of one another. Rage filled eyes on sedated faces. The clone positioned himself to her right side, while Daiki moved to Tsukiko's left.

	[color=red][b]Y[/b]ou shot me And I'm guessing you did it on that monster's orders? [/color] His gaze fell on Miyaka as she lounged  on the couch. [color=red][i][b]Y[/b]ou[/i] don't deserve the title jonin, Tsukiko.”[/color] He approached her left side slowly, his clone her right, both of their eyes were burning with the sharingan. [color=red][b]I[/b] like to think a bitch like Miyaka doesn't have a lot of pull. That money [i]isn't[/i] everything. But then people like you, people whose greed is just so … disgusting show me that I'm wrong. God, I can't even look at you right now.”[/color] 

	[color=red] “[b]N[/b]ow … Down to business. I'm going to kick your ass Tsukiko and call it self-defense when asked. And then I'm going to turn Miyaka in for her wrong doings.”[/color] He feigned ignorance as he looked down—with no real interest—at her forearm. 

	[b]T[/b]hen suddenly, his clone engaged her in combat. He lept up shortly, spinning his foot around until he was headed towards her inner neck. He expected a guard from her right arm for she seemed too arrogant to actually retreat. In the meantime, the real Daiki took a step back and seemingly waited. In all reality, he was studying her initial reaction to attack and keeping a eye on the others. He had no assumptions on who his friends, in that room, in his rage, everyone was a possible target.