[center][IMG]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/364205526583738368/366051364775657472/Havoc.png[/IMG][/center]
[Center][COLOR=plum][sup][b]Ex-Kirigakure | Criminal-Jonin, S+ | Gravity-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=plum][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day – Some Time of Day[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Amegakure[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Write][@Odin][@LadyinInk][@Ganryu][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
The primal rage was evoking his gravitational powers, each minute that was passing increased his anger and the amount of force constricting the land. His teeth were grinding against each other like nails on a chalkboard. The veins in his forehead began to protrude showing a healthy vein pulsating throughout his face and branching off into his neck and the rest of his body. If you looked at the man only the whites of his eyes were visible. The gravity giant was so transfixed on his post-traumatic stress disorder episode that he was unaware to his surroundings. It seemed as though the leader of the rain village wasn’t as daft or dense as the village hidden in the leaf was. The rain she used to cover her admired village was able to detect and filter out any unwanted visitors that had not passed her clearance list. Had havoc not been so consumed by the image of Kyokotsu, the other half of the black dahlia murderers, he would have felt like quite the celebrity urging to be on the list of names. 

Several ninja with all black uniforms and facemasks entered the scene, one by one a black silhouette outlined the entire circumference of the lake havoc had just stopped by. Their words fell on deaf ears as Havoc was still in his catatonic state of cerebral warfare. It wasn’t until an aura of childlike innocence waved over him like a blanket, this feeling, it was [color=plum][i]familiar. [/i][/color] Another premonition of déjà vu became prominent in his frontal lobe. Scattered pieces of Kyokotsu clogged his memory, times when her gentle touch reigned in the dark passenger that consumed him. Her miniature hands covered his eyes, enveloping him in darkness. A kick to his sides would otherwise trigger a warranted response of anger and self-defense, but Havoc was accustomed to the girl’s stature. Like a horse with no blinders, spooked out of his mind, the young girl bug her heels into him and ordered him back to reality. The dark passenger was being sucked back into the confines of his soul. 

His eyes rolled back to proper position, only to be obscured by her tiny hands. His veins returned to normal with the gravity slowly disappearing. The environment thanked him for that, otherwise they would have most likely sunk into sea level. Grabbing her hands and pulling them away from his eyes, he returned them to his shoulders and around his neck for her to rest them.  [color=plum]“My apologies Lady Kareha”[/color] he said regaining his composure. With his vision restored he was finally able to assess their situation, perhaps diminishing his gravitational field was a bad idea. However, havoc was not met with force, but rather an open invitation to civilities between himself and the rain queen. Havoc was a man of justice and had a strong sense of nobility even for a criminal, if he feels someone is corrupt or despotic he will eliminate them regardless if they are friend or foe, criminals had a code as well, on many didn’t follow. 

Despite his stoic demeanor, Havoc couldn’t help but feel a shred of apprehension. Being met with battle would have been the preferred alternative, death was release. Without his patented sword and umbrella he was naked, somewhat vulnerable for such a powerhouse of his rank. Havoc answered with a simple nod before following the Sakai Ban’nin into the main chambers of the sickly nobility of the hidden rain. Upon entry Havoc surveyed the surrounding, his gravitational sense were working in overtime, feeling each and every tiny depression in his field. If someone dropped so much as a bead of sweat he would feel it and react. The room had been littered with guards and personal of the Amekage, Yogensha at center stage looking worse for wear. Abandoning his primary mission, the Gravitation ninja wasted no time in figuring out his personal affairs, something the Yomigaeri would look down upon for a man of justice. 

The two had forgotten to dawn their robe and garb including their animal masks, yet the wolf skull was still tied to his waistband. Stuffing his hand into his yukata he retrieved the crumpled up wanted poster, flattening it against his chest and showing it to the magistrate. With a bony finger he pointed at the girls face and her signature silver hair and golden colored eye, [color=plum]“This girl. Where is she? Why is there a bounty on her head and being asked for dead or alive? She’s very important to me and I need to find her. I’ve waited two years for this.”[/color] He was rather short and lacked his general skill in coercion, the lack of respect and introduction was quite brutish which didn’t par well with his appearance. Acting out of emotion and not a fully restored havoc wouldn’t lend himself as a warm reception, it was only up to the leader to make heads of this persuasion. 
[color=plum]-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color]
[center][img] https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/350407984796401665/374292619616059393/Shinko.png [/img][/center]
[Center][COLOR=C68449][sup][b]Konohagakure | Hokage | Duality-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=C68449][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day – Daytime[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Konoha (Multiple Locations)[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [@Lyfe][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
Shinko’s words elicited the response that was…less than savory. The boy had been clearly recovered by the group of criminal ninja who had sent him to poison the well. Shinko had not been fast enough to recover the boy or his brother, so in reality what use did he have besides being his brother’s shadow if he couldn’t even do that. [color=C68449] “That’s where you’re wrong boy. This seat is nothing to be envious about, you saw what it did to us and where it got my brother, foolish. I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion, this seat doesn’t make you a hero it just makes you a target.”[/color] Shinko was quite bemused as to why the Uchiha felt it was necessary to show him his Sharingan, the pain was clearly manifested in his eyes. [color=C68449] “The world isn’t so black and white kid, there is no such thing as an absolute right and wrong. You might consider what I’m doing is wrong, but who’s to say I don’t think I’m wrong either? I don’t care what the people think of me, I’m not my brother and if they wanted that they should have followed him into heaven.” [/color]

[color=C68449] “The way I see it, people will bend the knee to me whether they like it or not. I’ll do what I think is [i]best[/i] for the realm. And if that means my head ends up on the base of a guillotine that’s fine with me, I’ll be the villain this village needs. Listen kid, I know you lost your teammate and your girlfriend, I lost my brother and my best friend lost her daughter, or did you forget that Senna was Namine’s daughter? Your heads in the clouds, you’re a trained killer at the age of 12. We’re perpetuating a lie of security by training children soldiers to fight our wars. No shit you’re going to be suffering shit that I should be dealing with, I have no arm for fucks sake. You should be chasing your dreams and living your childhood with the rest of the ungifted kids in this world. If you want help, I can show you how to live in this corrupt dogma, the ouroboros.”[/color] Shinko retrieved a pack of smokes from his vest, slapping the box on his desk to pack the tobacco tighter. One singular cigarette popped up from the pack and slipped into Shinko’s match before a flick of hellfire danced to his finger tips and lit the cigarette in his mouth. 

Shinko cocked his head with an empty stare at the young boy as he ripped through the cigarette, [color=C68449] “Want one? They’ll kill ya”[/color] a hypocritical laugh escaped his throat. [color=C68449] “Like I said I don’t mind dying, but I’d rather keep my head on my shoulders. I’m no self-righteous man or martyr like my brother. I’m a fallen angel, someone who flew too close to the sun. I’m no hero kid, that’s you schtick. You’re the one forging your own story, now whatever it is your going through will determine who you become, hell knows I can’t do that for you. Now did you come here to dance? I don’t really feel like fighting right now. Just look at the village and see Senna’s gravestone, I’m sure she would want that. I even made one up for your buddy too. No kids should watch their friends die, and no mother should lose her kid before herself, but that’s just the way the world works.”[/color]

Namine was quick like a viper, his words had been halted by her body language and her commanding words. Despite her appearance the scarlet haired Sanin was quite the revenant, Shinko couldn’t help but fall helpless to her lecture. It was better for her to vent out her frustrations before him rather than try to interject. Her clan had been through enough with Seijuro the first time and the monster had resurfaced and taken more of her life than she was prepared for. They both had their secrets and knew of each other’s, but Shinko had opened the skeletons in his closet. Shinko could only being to imagine the weight her kekkei genkai had on her situation as well, there was no better sensor than the Akizakura’s, but that wasn’t ideal for Namine in her situation, her feelings might as well have been felt tenfold. 

Shinko was pushed aside like chopped liver, okay he probably deserved that, but he needed to stop the bleeding. Regaining his footing he reached out and snatched the girl’s wrist before pulling her towards him and forcing her to turn around. [color=C68449] “I’m not asking for your forgiveness or sympathy since I don’t deserve either. Secrets kept are weapons wasted, the lie was meant to die with Ginsho, as much as you guys don’t think so. The village needed to know, they’ll remember him as a hero and I’ll be the one they hate. I’m sorry about Senna, I wish more people came to her funeral, but trust me I will find her body. I’ll finish what Ginsho and Jaakuna started. Now tell me, where are you going? And what’s in your hand? Call me what you want, but I will follow you wherever you go.”[/color]
[color=C68449]---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/color]