[color=39b54a][center][h2][i][u]Shizuka Ichimi[/u][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

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[color=39b54a][i]"EEEERRRRRRR ERRRRRRRRR ERRRRRRRR”[/I][/color] The alarm blared making sure Shizuka would wake up early enough in order to prepare for the big day. His blanket shot up as almost a gust of wind had just propelled it to the ceiling. Well that is of course what happened. Shizuka shot straight up disoriented from his deep slumber being disturbed by this cursed magical red box. He did quite have a fetish for all things red. Maybe a little too much of a fetish…His hair had severe cow lick from each side of his head. Restless sleeper he probably violently turned all night. His eyes slowly rolled and smacked open cracking the crust left in his eyes sprinkled on by that careless sandman, it seemed to follow him all the way from Sunagakure, curse him! Shizuka brought one arm up and wiped his mouth that had a thick layer of salvia down the edge of his mouth. That box of boom kept blaring at him with the time clearly outlined, [i] 7:00 am[/i] as his blanket elegantly fell back down towards Shizuka crushed his alarm clock as the irritating beep fizzled out into a slow demonic gurgle. 

Before the blanket could make land fall Shizuka whisked himself from out of the bed so nimbly. He lived alone as he did for the last four years so he had a routine down pact without worry of his parents or roommates. However in his excitement he skipped a few steps in his daily routine. In a loud yawn and an equally satisfying stretch, Shizuka accidentally let out a gust of wind which forced its way through the window shutters outwards slapping onto the side of the house. Older women gasped, younger women giggled, and everyone else shouted. Shizuka confused suddenly was well aware what had transpired, he had no pants on. Shrugging he closed the shutters and got ready in a breeze. His infamous tracksuit, well only really infamous to himself, perhaps the village was donned. He got his flashy sandals on and secured his scabbard and katana. He had sharpened it on weigh stone the night before to make sure he was fully prepared to go on his adventure.  

Shizuka grabbed a quick bite to eat, well he actually had it in his mouth before he hopped into the air and spun his arms beneath him to create a spinning ball of air. Shizuka raced towards the arena knowing the area quite well, he probably could have flown but he really wanted to finish his toaster strudel. As he whipped through the streets cutting in and out of crowds of people whether they were tourist or regulars he made his way to the arena gates, that wasn’t without the occasional expletive he received and angry threats that could be heard from the exams stage. Shizuka saw a few chunin gathered around the stage waiting for the Hokage’s next words. Shizuka only caught the end of it, but he’s seen the old man before so there was nothing new for him to be excited about. Although he was very curious as to why one of them seemed to be drinking at this time of day, maybe it was a medical problem. Anyways Shizuka raced in and jumped off his ball which exploded outwards towards the chunin in front of him. 

The gust was strong enough to lift any loose clothing and unsteady someone who was not properly planted into the ground. Shizuka in an exasperated shout waved wildy, [color=39b54a]“Hey guys, I hope I’m not too late! The old man would have my head for this, although he’d probably tell my parents about this. But I haven’t heard from them in a while so I guess I’m okay. But then what if I get kicked out before I can compete? Hmmmm bummer.”[/color] Shizuka contemplated almost completely forgetting about the crowd in front of him, not even taking in that he knew two of the people there. Shizuka then saw the worst horror possible, the fourth calamity of the world, his strudel was on the floor and it had passed the 10 second rule. Shizuka screamed in pain and sorrow his arms quickly rising to grab his hair as he fell to his knees and dry heaved. [color=39b54a]“Please let us have a moment of silence for my toaster strudel, he was a good strudel.”[/color] Shizuka said before getting up and looking at the chunin before him, [color=39b54a]“My names Shizuka Ichimi, what’s your names?!” a grin from ear to ear appeared while he scratched the back of his head. 
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[color=ed1c24][center][h2][i][u]Gokiburi "Cockroach"[/u][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

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[color=ed1c24][h3][i][u]A Few Years Ago[/u][/i][/h3][/color]

The earth has an ecosystem for every environment, each species no matter how revolting or useless is needed to maintain the peace. Gokiburi was the lowest of the low the scum of the ninja world, and he had the appearance to prove it. Gokiburi was a decrepit man, some might not even call him a man but ‘it’ or ‘monster’ whatever the case was he wasn’t loved, by anyone. The disgusting creature some survived the great wars and extinction eras that had ever existed throughout the ninja world. It’s been so long Gokiburi had forgotten the name he was give during birth. He has forgotten a lot of things which was rather the norm for him. The vile creature had only gone by Gokiburi know since he was the embodiment of a cockroach. 

Doing as he normally does, Gokiburi watched from the sidelines waiting for the winner’s side to emerge and the wars end to scout for corpses. Not only was he a cockroach but he was a grave robber, any corpse he thought worthy enough he waited for the latest possible moment to scavenge and collect the most sinister and powerful individuals for his collection. Over the years it had grown so vast he had to move from location to location to a base big enough to hold and preserve each of the bodies he had found. Although through the centuries Gokiburi had not hit the jackpot like he did just now, the greatest weapon he would ever discover, [color=black][i]SEIJURO NANDATE[/I][/color] grimacing with his horrid scowl Gokiburi rubbed his hands together while laughing manically as the rain began to fall and patter as it hit the floor. Thunder rumbled and lighting stretched across the night sky as flashed of light illuminated the once great puppet masters body that was now in tattered pieces. 

The cockroach had loaded him and only two puppets since he had no space for the others which had been permanently decommissioned save for the two he found, into a wheel barrel which had been rusted and coated with blood on the inside. Letting out a sickening whistle though his broken teeth and black gums the grave digger returned to his lair finally finding shelter from the storm outside. And so the process began. The cockroach had experimented on everything from the dead to himself to living people he had captured during the war. Gokiburi had loaded seijuro onto his steel table and began stitching. He hobbled from one corner of the room to another gathering his most intact and healthy specimens perfect for a match to Seijuro’s original body. This would be his host body for now, later he could reconstruct himself with his own brilliance, Gokiburi was simply the tool for him to use, and he had finally found his life’s work and purpose. Piece by piece was stitched into Seijuro’s lifeless body until he was a multicolored ragdoll. 

With the preparations complete Gokiburi was ready for the final step, his own hiden jutsu perfected during the years of his wretched existence.  Gokiburi had ripped open the chest of Seijuro leaving a gapping cavity of maggots and worms wriggling about. Gokiburi lifted himself onto the table before taking his scalpel and slitting both of wrist allowing his blood to flow down into the open cavitiy of Seijuro’s husk. His blood was black and thick coming out slowly and pooling up into almost that of a tar like consistency. After his wrists had healed themselves Gokiburi jumped down and sutured up Seijuro’s chest. Rolling him over back into the wheel barrel, the cockroach returned outside in the storm that had picked up. Working through the night Gokiburi had finally dug a grave large enough for Seijuro and viciously dumped his body inside before pouring the dirt back inside.
The sun had reared its head out the next day slowly waking up Gokiburi before he could look down to the grave of Seijuro. Standing up he walked towards the grave and bent over to look down. Suddenly a hand pierced through the gravel and gripped Gokiburi’s throat in a vice like grip. His eyes popped out of his head as his trachea was being crushed, he could barely form a word. Seijuro rose from his grave, the only thing visible was the light of his eyes, but it wasn’t light, it was fire. 

[color=ed1c24][h3][i][u]Yesterday[/u][/i][/h3][/color]

It was the anniversary of the resurrection of his master Seijuro and he had assigned him another critical project. Cockroach was happy to oblige his loving master for he saved his own life that he could have easily taken the night of his revival. Cockroach had massaged his throat still having the imprint of his master’s hands around his throat, he frolicked ahead before he twisted his ankle. Seijuro had gone out to take some sort of business around konoha, funnily enough Gokiburi was in the vicinity. He arrived at the shrine dedicated to the nine tails. Gokiburi smiled in glee as he began tearing cold earth asunder. “Ahh what do we have here [i]Jaakuna Aka[/I]? We’ve been waiting for you kek kek” Gokiburi laughing heinously. Just as he did those years before Gokiburi imitated the exact process he had accomplished with Seijuro and made his way back to his lair which proceeded with Jaakuna’s body falling into the earth with a loud thud. 

Gokiburi waited and watched as the day ended and the next began. He was smart this time around and just sat patiently far enough away and waited. Gravel moved and a body rose like clockwork, Gokiburi hopped out of his seat cheering in success. His elation for the news to deliver to his master washed over him in waves. [color=ed1c24]“So you’re awake now?”[/color]

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