Ex-Kirigakure | Criminal-Jonin, S+ | Gravity-nin
TIME: Present Day – Some Time of Day | LOCATION: Amegakure - Outskirts | INTERACTION:@LadyinInk
Havoc had been so lost in the fray since the moment he stepped foot in the land of rain, the posters coupled with the revelations Yogensha had revealed, on top of being knocked out off a balcony. A criminal’s work was never done and since his jail break Havoc had only minutes at a time to himself. Rain.
Rain was so unfamiliar to him since he was captured those odd years ago, a pang in his heart burrowed deep into his chest as the nostalgic prospect of him being separated from Kyo. His premonitions came true and with all the power in the world even one so pivotal to the natural order of the world, gravity, he was left powerful to watch his separation. Rain.
How long had it been since he felt the scantily ubiquitous weather on his face since his capture? Rain.
Standing in the middle of the open plains allowed Havoc to relapse into the normal world, no more cells, no more darkness. Whether it was the natural order of things or Yogensha losing her composure the rain that protected the village became ravenous in its flight. Rain.
As more washed down on the shadow of a man Havoc once was. Rain…
The dejected havoc in an almost peaceful state of mind looked up to admire the open sky, the rain looked like millions of long strands of clear water. The soft patter turned into a stampede of splattering rain. “What a horrible day for rain”
havoc whispered to the sky, his hand left his side and reached into the sky hoping to grab something, but nothing at the same time. Water slide through his fingers without pause, of course he wished he could have his umbrella, but that was lost with his minion as well. Despite being the master of gravity the monster let the rain soak into his skin and clothes. His thick mane of gold became slick with water, a mop of sorts. Drops of rain rested on his busheling beard without interruption, the scene was reminiscent of the first time he met Kyokotsu. Six years ago he had walked to the outskirts of an open field, the moonlight illuminating the night while the two figures coalesced in the obscuring font that was produced from Kirigakure.
Havoc had strolled into an open field just like this one, Havoc in seemingly desperation looked over in the same direction he did all those years ago hoping to see Kyokotsu once more, a lost hope he was sure of it. Running his hands through his hair, he slicked it back to reveal his face for once, his icy cold apathetic eyes took center stage, and golden specks spread out through the icy gaze. In all of his pessimism he was granted with the sight of the same ninja who had taken the wanted poster from him in yogensha’s meeting room. How did she get past his gravitational sense and what’s more was the eerily shiver that the girl sent down his spine, alas she wasn’t Kyokotsu. Yet something changed in Havoc, his eyes went into static and he was transported back to when he first met kyokotsu all those years ago. She sprung from a tree accusing him of following her for the murders of her parents, the moonlight entangling the two in song and dance until Havoc spared her life.
The memory boiled and bubbled like film in a projector, returning him back to present day. Anger flickered through him until his gaze was forced to his umbrella. Sound became devoid, sucked out of his surroundings leaving only one rhythmic heartbeat echo out of his body. His eyes became wide at the prospect of it truly being his umbrella, but why would this woman have it unless she killed Kyokotsu, but her blood smelled the same. Ignoring her words Havoc moved towards the girl, his feet were heavy and his body heavily burdened by some unnatural force. With each passing moment he got closer, the sound of his sandals scuffing the floor from him dragging them was on cadence. Rain soaked his navy blue yukata filling in the seams and tears with heavy rain. His penetrating eyes never leaving hers, not even for the sword she drew on him. The sword of bone only strengthen his will to walk, but confused him all the more. Her words grew more personal, Havoc’s face completely stoic, closing the distance. Havoc already had known it was Kyokotsu, he didn’t need any evidence besides her blood and the umbrella, Kyokotsu was never truly dead and if she was he would have felt a part of himself die while he was in his eternal prison.
Her skin changed tone along with the color of her hair, the darkened black turned into a luminescent silver. Havocs pace picked up a little more, but his face was still devoid of any emotion, a zombie was the closest thing. Her transformation was complete, the ame ninja was neither Yogensha’s guard nor an enemy. Havoc without thinking twice allowed for the bone sword to pierce his shoulder area letting the blade puncture into his body as he pushed onwards. The sword made its exit out the other side of his back while he slipped his arms around the girl’s body in a gentle embrace before dropping to his knees to reach her height. With no signs of pain or emotion he finally sparked a smile on his face while he rested his head on her shoulder. With a gentle whisper in his ears he muttered his first words in years. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Konohagakure | Hokage | Duality-nin
TIME: Present Day – Daytime | LOCATION: Konoha (Multiple Locations) | INTERACTION: @Lyfe
Shinko sighed at the disappointment that exuded from the clever boy in front of him. Whatever solace or relief the Hokage was giving him was quickly diminished by how painfully annoying and full of angst this kid was. Sucking air through his teeth and fingering his furrowing forehead he stood up, with one final drag of his cigarette he consumed the last of the flickering life in the stick of death, but what was one cigarette compared to the amount of death he witness first hand. With a flick of his fingers the butt of the cigarette whisked past Kyo and dropped into the waste bin behind him. Talking a long stride the Hokage appeared shoulder to shoulder to the uchiha, “You’re right I wasn’t there to avenge my brother or even prevent his death, nor was I there to protect you, but you both know what you signed up for. I signed up for this and look where it got me, or did you forget that too?”
Shinko moved his little stub with such flagrant disregard for any social norms. “I hate to do this to you kid, but you really are just working on my last nerve with this armchair psychology.”
Shinko waltzed behind the rambunctious child and with a commanding forced pulled his head back, once in position Shinko placed only his thumb on Kyotoumaru’s forehead. With a surge of chakra he was connected to the mind of Shinko, but only for what he allowed him to see. Like a sea of emotions memories popped up in Kyotoumaru’s head. They weren’t his memories however, no, but the memories of Shinko. Why was he showing him these images? The memories were moving in an accelerated pace as if he were fast-forwarding a movie to get to the good part. Everything was through the perspective of Shinko’s eyes. Are you watching closely?
The image of a baby being born and held in his arms dawned on kyo first, with Shinko’s eyes shifting from the baby to Namine in a hospital bed.
Fast-forward a few more memories and the baby had grown quite a bit older, playing in the backyard of Hokage manor with Shinko holding a stuffed toad. If not already the image was starting to fall into place for the young uchiha. Had it not the movie would continue to fast forward, images of Namine were paramount in his memories with the raising of the child. He could feel the overpowering emotions of the Akizakura first hand and the relationship they had. The child finally grew to her current age ”Senna, look at daddy.”
was all that could be heard. The young girl turned around to face Shinko when the film stopped dead on her face, a closed eyed smile freeze framed, halting the movie. The rumors of the Hokage’s infidelity were true, but not because he was seeing two women at once, but because Shinko was with Namine while Ginsho was with another woman. While they shared one life in every aspect they lived separate lives when it came to love. Shinko knew what she would have wanted, because it’s what his daughter would have wanted.
Shinko hit play and played through a blank screen until he got to Shinko alone with Namine at the funeral service for Senna, it wasn’t nearly as publicized nor attended as Ginsho’s, but that was the sad reality of the ninja world. Shinko released his thumb from the boy’s forehead, hopefully the sudden surge of Shinko’s memories wouldn’t buckle the boy’s knees or cause him to cry from overwhelming emotion. “You’re not done fighting, you’re never going to be done fighting and you’re going to keep fighting to protect what you love because you were born like that. My brother had the same disease as you and we both know where that ended. The truth is kid, you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I’m not sure being a villain would be a bad thing, you crave the power and the darkness to fill that void in your heart. Just know that it’ll never be enough, it’s just the easy way out. It’s the natural order of the world, war, hate, peace; it’s all the same. The world just keeps on spinning and eventually good conquerors evil for a time. Then it just repeats itself because of people like you.”“You came here for answers and a shoulder to lean on, I gave you one of those, I won’t give you the other. You can come back to the village whenever you want kid, just don’t expect me to hold your hand while you forge your path.”
Another cigarette was pulled out from the package and met the lips of the totalitarian ruler, before a spark came to life once again.
Shinko was caught off guard by the emotion Namine wore on her face like a badge. Her eyes filled with liquid sadness, but her eyes fueled by anger. No words would seem to comfort her or help his case in all of this. His silence spoke volumes though and not necessarily all good. Despite his efforts being thwarted at every point of entry the red haired Hokage went to go wipe the tears from Namine’s eyes until her Kekkei Genkai flared up around the point of contact. A stab of pain shot through his body as if someone just twisted a knife into his side. The venom attached to the knife was riddled with grief and sorrow from the reputable sanin sensor. Now Shinko felt the same way as Kyo just prior to his engagement with Namine. Letting go of her wrist and reclaiming his serenity the Hokage winced in pain before rubbing his wrist and confronting the flustered woman once more.
Shaking his head and cracking his neck the doppelganger reached out and took the paper quite hesitantly. If there was one force in the world he was afraid of, it was definitely the fury of a woman scorned. Seizing the paper midair, he turned it to his attention, although he was a bit perplexed. The piece of paper was…blank, he fingered the paper between his fingers, fumbling it around looking for some clue or hint as to what open secrets the paper held. Nothing. Shinko yearned to go back into that head of hers, but at what cost. “There’s nothing on here, what do you expect me to do with this? I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself in whatever trick you’re playing on me. I deserve this, but I would still like to know where you’re going and what you plan on doing.”
It was never a comforting feeling to see a woman cry for anything, there was a certain compelling force to comfort a crying woman. Whether or not he could provide was up to her, Namime was a rare gem on the spectrum, Queen and King of emotions there was very little that allowed other to enter. “I’m not here to fight you either, what’s with everyone thinking I want to fight nowadays. Anyways, there’s no need to tell me, I’ll just follow you. Don’t think of my presence as anything more than a looming shadow. I need to get away from this sink hole anyways. There’s too much death hear and I can’t take it.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------