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[h3][color=orange]Giichi Uzumaki[/color][/h3][/center]
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[b]L[/b]ife and thought veiled his perception. Reality was more a background noise to him for some reason, weird and annoying. He blinked twice, though it did little for his dark room. The daylight fell through the cracks of his shaded windows, the glowing columns stop short of his bed as they laid across his large room. With a carless flop, he turned his back to the window and pulled his covers close to him. 

[b]H[/b]e didn’t want to think anymore. He had just woken up but he already wanted to go to sleep. 

[b]J[/b]ust as he closed his lids he heard a fresh knock on his door. The head cartaker’s voice slid through. He had allowed someone in at the behest of his mother and now, Momoi was standing outside his door with the tall, gray-haired man. Giichi pulled himself out of bed after several unrelenting moments. He slowly made his way to his room and allowed Momoi inside, not offering words to neither of them. The caretaker left soon afterwards. 

[b]G[/b]iichi, with the dullest of looks, got back inside his bed and turned his back to the girl. [color=orange][b] “W[/b]hat is it? Why are you bothering me?”[/color] 

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[h3][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h3][/center]
[b]Y[/b]amato’s word had went ignored, tossed to the ground like the slanderous shit it was. Daiki was done with him for the day, the masterful youth was only good as throwing dirt on others. A prodigy of the scumbag kind. He was truly a piece of work, [i]his[/i] god broke the mold when making him. In the middle of his long, drawn out sentence, Daiki passed through the door and let it close behind, silencing the grotesque voice that plagued his ears. 

[b]W[/b]hen Nariko followed suit, the voice—for a split-second—touched his ears again. Daiki spat the venomous encounter out onto the sidewalk as he walked. The voice of the Hojo stopped Nariko and subsequently himself. Daiki glanced over his shoulder, irritation plainly in his eyes. He didn’t want to wait but he couldn’t allow himself to disrespect Nariko any further. 
He heard his mother speaking behind him, the rain fell in sheets. [color=#B2478F][b] “P[/b]erhaps. Formalities aren't needed between us. I …”[/color] She glanced back at Daiki, black hair tails flowing. [color=#B2478F][b] “I’[/b]m not sure. We’ll have to see,”[/color] replied Nariko. 

[b]B[/b]efore she could dismiss her from the Hojo’s however, Saburo’s unique was of speaking was heard. Curiosity got the best of him. Had the man finally decided to move in and claim him? It was weird that he felt like a possession on auction. Nariko glanced between Saburo and himself, apprehension on the fringe of her gaze. Her fingers clutched the ends of his silk sleeves. [color=#B2478F][b] “N[/b]-No, you may- ”[/color] she started.

[b]D[/b]aiki took his sweater of coldly and placed it over his mother’s shoulders. [color=red][b] “T[/b]ry not to catch cold. I’ll check up on you later.”[/color] Was all he had said, keeping her from having to respond to the cruel reality of his situation. 
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[b]T[/b]he long journey to the 11th Corps building was silent. He saw no reason to speak. Plus, he was suspicious of the whole thing. Absently, he glanced around with a caution and curiosity. Saburo had proven that he had the capacity to separate emotion—bonds—for the sake of any mission. He doubted anything that came from his mouth was be genuine. However, he was now known as Uchiha Daiki. He at least owed Saburo that much. 

[b]A[/b] walk down whatever dark tunnel he traversed. 

[b]S[/b]ecurity was beyond tight in the building. It led him to think that they held items, if not ninjas hostage. He wouldn’t put it pass them to be holding some famous missing-nin somewhere. He felt his strides slow when they first passed a room that contained the barks and groans of combat. The fighting inside sounded more like life or death fight, not sparring. Letting out a deep sigh, he rubbed his head and continued on. Committing himself to getting to the bottom of the coup was all that mattered now. Even if the decisions he made to do so had changed his own reality drastically. 

[b]T[/b]he simulation room had sent a chill of amazement down his spine. Inside, it felt like the real world. How had they done it? No, beyond that, what else could they of had lurking inside. As he stepped back out, he found himself glancing back into the white room, staring until the door slid close again. Saburo spoke about similarities between the corps and Naito, and he wondered if this was just another shinobi ploy for allies. 

[color=red][b] “M[/b]aybe,”[/color] he answered, leaving it at that.

[b]A[/b]s they delved even further and both Saburo and himself was allowed entrance, Daiki started to wonder who had issued those papers? And why was he allowed to enter alongside an official 11th corps member. Was Saburo that high up in the hierarchy? For some reason he doubted it. This trip, so far, had yielded far more questions than answers. He spared a glance for the relict of the past, allowing the true vastness of 11th corps secrets touch him. Most of the objects and tags he recognized for their names. 

[color=red][i][b]S[/b]aburo … Bijuu residue? This is worrisome.[/i][/color]

[b]T[/b]he next room was an interrogation room, obviously. Daiki sat in the chair once it was present to him, folding his arms over his chest as he did. [color=red][b] “I[/b]ts impressive,”[/color] he said with subtle hint of enthusiasm. [color=red][b] “A[/b] true work of art. I can appreciate the master who crafted it, and the clan restored it nicely. Thank you for giving it to me.”[/color] As usual, his voice was stoic. 

[b]H[/b]e watched the questioning and answers intently. When Saburo returned and they spoke on the view of the 11th corps. Daiki only shook his head, stuffed his hands in this pockets, and spoke, clear and quiet. [color=red][b] “I[/b]’m still unsure about the corps myself. Things behind the veil are always different, changing. Saburo, how would one go about joining the 11th themselves?”[/color]