[COLOR=GRAY][H3][SUB][color=D7BE69]TIMES[/color] IMMEMORIAL: LET [color=D7BE69]BYGONES[/color] BE BYGONES [/SUB][/H3][/COLOR][table][row][/row][row][cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/ie441kj.png[/img] [COLOR=GRAY][sub]INHERITANCE OF RESPONSIBILITY: TELLTALE OF [color=D7BE69]PROPER[/color] HEARTS[/sub][/color] [sub][color=d7be69]Theme: [/color][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZsJDEiKSpQ][x][/url][/sub] [sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pPdgKCs.png[/img] [/cell][cell][right][url=https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/73164836][img]https://i.imgur.com/N8ZME5n.png[/img][/url] [/right][/cell][/row][/table][color=gray][right][sup]There circulates a certain distinction between you and the others. You haven't realized yet-- The certainty and depth of your potential. Ah... But with such depth, it will attract the covetous hands of those swept by jealousy. But you are bound to surmount the hardship assiduously... --For you wouldn't be part of the [color=d7be69]family[/color] otherwise.[/sup][/right] An otherwise unfortunate event. A boy, coughing and panting in an attempt to reach tranquility- no, safety. Perhaps even in the clutches of these moments the boy knew that something was sustaining him to breathe. A will of iron, or perhaps a clinging necessity to live, whatever it was it gripped his senses tight and sustained his consciousness enough to remind him that he needed to stay concious. That the moment he closed his eyes was the moment that he rescinded his turn at life. But the calmer he attempted to become, the more potent his anxiety became. As if it was a defense mechanism for its own survival, it intensified and grew potent. Sending warning signs towards the body, refusing to be quelled when the means called for an escape. Bellowing, beckoning for a form of freedom from danger! His feet were delved to his knees upon a sinkhole of water. Three men, dressed rigorously in a suit and tie stood at the other side, witnessing with expectancy. A hand-sign was formed and one of the men, once again, thrusted his hand withing the body of water. The child winced at the sight, attempting to scream as plea, but was met with a electrical surge. His body was writhing in pain! Screams of agony began to encompass the area, adorn the silence and replace it with harsh reality. [i]"I've seen your potential, ********. You'd best show result. If not, this place will inevitably double as your grave."[/i] The words were met again with wails of dread. With each passing second, the boy could feel his body submit itself to a current of electricity. His heartbeat grew faster, the tightening and spasm of muscle tissue began to cause his bloodstream to feel like it was boiling under the pressure. Tears began to form on his eyes before desperation settled in. [color=d7be69]"I-- I c-c-c-can't! P-please---STOP!"[/color] The men stared indifferently, almost showing a certain impatience with the child. One of the men tilted his and gave a command, and the electricity grew in potency. At this juncture the boy couldn't remain at his feet causing him to stumble to his knees and diving his hands into the water. [i]"Sir, don't you think this is a bit much?"[/i] The man spoke, perhaps finally sensing a slight inkling or remorse for what they were doing to a boy no older than eleven. The head, a man wearing a white suit and tied, red accents at the edges and hair slicked back into a proper style, observed carefully. [i]"No. Humanity, people as a whole tend to display their potential when met with an uncomfortable situation. Whether or not this child is aware of it, he is sustaining enough electricity to cause any trained adult to die in a couple of minutes. He might not aware of his gift, but if we push him a bit. I can sense that the Family, will have a very potent ally in its hands."[/i] The man spoke with conviction as he looked at the boy, who's eyes were begging to shift between fear to anger, perhaps hatred even. [i]"Come now *********, don't become another statistic."[/i] --- Sweat drenched the bed, his breathing was heavy and his headache was causing his vision to blur. Another dream, or more so a nightmare. He tried to shake off the sensation and check the time, seems he managed to at least make it through the night this time. Just an hour early than what he's used to however. The morning routine started, getting dressed and eating the usual. Dealing with that infernal noise the refrigerator always does. He found out the milk was spoiled, seems one of the hinges rusted off and the door remained opened during the night. Meaning most of the food in there was spoiled rotten at this point. A quick whiff was enough to secure his worries and immediately he found himself throwing everything in the dumpster. What a way to start the morning. The neighboring stray cat came by once again to deliver his greeting, poised at the window sill awaiting the usual scraps, but unfortunately he didn't have anything to give him. A half-smile was replaced on his mien, walking towards the window and petting the cat, giving a gentle stroke. [color=d7be69]"Guess we're all down on our luck, today." [/color] The dream was still fresh on his mind, definitely due to today's schedule. He needed to visit them again, another job perhaps and one that he wasn't too fond of. With his enrollment into the academy he could sense that this was gonna be constant. However, the toll to his patience wasn't something he really cared to give much thought about. His rest time varies between favors and usual meetings. Getting by through mission is easy work, but the pay is slim against, let's say, a Jounin. The skies were not different than the people who lived on the land, even though Amegakure was the Flying Terminal of the Skies, wealth wasn't a guaranteed. There people still rummaging to keep their homes intact, living the lower portions especially, always getting greeted by the not so subtle hums of the generators extracting chakra fuel to keeps the engines running. The only moment of peace is during the times you go to visit topside, or when the village decides to dock. Either way, after some time silence become a concern, you get used to the hums so readily that your brain forgets that it exist sometimes. The thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound a knock on the door, the youth quickly got dressed and went to greet it, only to be met with the young lady who works at the reception of the complex. [i]"Mr...12?"[/i] [color=d7be39]"Proper 12."[/color] [i]"Yes, yes. Mr. Proper 12, correct? We just got a call for you, uhm... They didn't really specify a name either, but they said that you're running late already. And to hurry up and come home."[/i] A sigh escaped him. Their meeting was suppose to be in an hour, but it seems like their impatience it taking the better of them. A shrug followed [color=d7be69]"Oh, sorry. Proper 12? What kind of name is that? Actually, my name's Salvador Aihara. They probably got the wrong number, you can tell them sorry from my part, love. Cheers~"[/color] He closed the door without much hesitation afterwards. The girl, flabbergasted by his response knocked again, Proper 12 didn't seem to care to answer this time as he attempted to figure out what to eat. Most of the food has gotten rotten and there was just s few sweets taking up residence in the counter. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth and less in the mornings so-- [b]*knock,knock,knock,knock*[/b] It was starting to get aggravating, Proper 12 decided to walk again and open the door, this time to be met with a tall burly old man he was far too familiar with. [color=d7be39]"...Good to see you, Kaseki."[/color] [color=39b54a]"Likewise. Salvador Aihara."[/color] Dressed with prestige and flair, a trimmed mustache and eyes of vivid turquoise. The man whom has served as Proper 12's guardian and mentor, Kaseki has arrived at his door. [hider=Kaseki][url=https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/73786151][img]https://i.imgur.com/eMB1Rwp.png[/img][/url][/hider] With such, Proper 12's reaction softened from annoyance to near shy embarrassment. [color=39b54a]"I suppose you know, why I'm here."[/color] [color=d7be39]"'Cause, we haven't seen each other in awhile and you decided to come and see me?"[/color] [color=39b54a]"I don't recall you being that young lady I met the other day at the bar."[/color] [color=d7be39]"Funny, Kinda how like I don't recall inviting you here today."[/color] [color=39b54a]"But you know how these people are. I requested to be your guide through this. But, you must make it so you keep to your wits, Proper 12. Now hurry up and get ready. We have placed to be."[/color] [/color]