Always more...ALWAYS(Open)

[Yaku]

The young man stood before the flower shop, the fragrance of the lilac, lilies and phlox hung in the air. He was across the way, in an ally. His deep stairs if noticed by any would appear menacing, like a stalker following his quarry while they were doing something sensual. The look of hatred, and malice painted on his lips. The wrinkles around his nose protruding further each passing minuet. Kishin was in a dismally foul deep train of thought. Every so often cursing under his breath. He was being reminded of something. Something he thought he left behind, but he recognized the signs. This wasn't just any flower shop. No no, this place was a home of evil. An accursed smell was coming from it, not one of joy and happiness. The glorious morning smells of flowers wafting in the air were of death and destruction to him. As he stepped from the shadows of the ally way and made his way over.

Kishin's tale wasn't one known in the country. Hell, it wasn't even one really known in his home country, his home village of Iwagakure. His past life he thought was behind him. Long gone and to never come about again. At least, that was his true hope. Just like any person, history tends to surface at the foulest of times. He took another step, and his mind floated back to the last week he stayed in Iwagakure. His darkest week, or rather, HIS brightest one, but the darkest for the clan of whom owned the shop ahead of him. A blood curdling scream echoed in his head. His smile deepening. His eye flashed to the lightest whitish lavender hue, wrinkles appearing around his right eye. Everything appeared to be slowing. Another step, he was getting closer to his target. He clinched his hand into a fist. Kishin felt the wave of endorphins being releasing throughout his body. What would have been a horrible thought to any other, sent a shiver of joy down his spine. Blood ran down his hand, black, blacker then the darkest shadow. This wasn't a man bent on vengeance. This was a man out to enjoy himself. Another memory flashed, the last one he made back home. Though, it wasn't his best one...

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[spoilername="Reader Beware.."]Kishin stood over the the body of his once upon a time boss. The man that caused all this to happen. The man whom brought this upon all those that laid strewn about. He stood over this man, his body burned to a crisp, crackling as he reached down, grabbing a hold of the man. He felt the heat grow behind him, enjoyment almost as great as before overwhelmed him for a second. The man screamed, no, no he didn't. He took care of that. He wheezed and heaved and chocked out blood as he was being dragged towards the table in the center of the room. The walls were covered in the blood of his enemies. HIS enemies, both. This wasn't a man, but a monster clad in the finest business armor. Ones business death and deceit, the others destruction and crimson. The smoking man pulled the old man to his feet with one hand and tossed him onto the table. His hand having some black veiny tentacle come off and release from his body, wrapping around his the bosses throat and table. The four legged wooden table creaked as the grip grew tighter. More blood spewed out. "You know....I always wanted to do this. ALWAYS!" The burnt figure laughed, small pieces of ash and skin came off his chest. "And..I think you always knew it would." What was gone, reformed, a hand blacker then his skin grew.

"Or rather...perhaps..perhaps you thought you would strike first?" He slid his hand up the man's shirt as he walked next to the table. "Thank you by the way. For this." He pointed to his body, rubbing his chest as more flecks of ember came off and turned into dust. Behind him, he could feel the fires growing more and more uncontrollable. "You really did make the perfect enforcer. The muscle that could never be destroyed. Forever and renewed their after. At least...I will try and keep my good looks." He laughed manically. The old man looking upon him. What he saw, was a shell. A thing burned and mutated, torn and engulfed by fires hotter then, well not the sun but still. All he had left, was his face. A face rarely seen twice. Rare.....

His burnt remains, turning to powder, drifting off where he now stood, at the 'head' of the table. "I never would have been able to go this far you know, without your torturous and ever harsh treatment, over and over. No. I really must thank you for this." The table creaked loudly for a moment then stopped. "I will promise you to give it back two fold. Truly I will. You, your children, your children's children. Even those in other lands. The Yaminaka truly deserve my thanks. So.. Any other last wishes?" The man murmured on the table, his what used to be there appendage bleeding as he opened his mouth. "Sorry didn't quite catch that. A little louder please?" He smiled. He put his hand on the table, that started to move under it's own power, crawling towards his chest. A long protrusion followed that connected to his body followed behind, floating high into the air. "He laughed again, sorry. Stupid joke. Was about to say a jackal have your tongue. Though that would be a little corny huh. Though...I truly have nothing better to say to end this...huh..damn. Well that is a little anticlimactic...Hmm..oh well." The hand raised into the sky as he spoke, and as he finished, dug itself into the mans chest. He flailed wildly as the fingernails dug in. The crackle of ribs breaking, the squishing sound of blood slashing.

Soon enough it retracted, the still beating heart within it's grasp. "Yummy yummy." Another big smile. "I promise, I will forever hold your heart-full sentiments closely." And while still connected to the man, he placed the heart close to his chest and it appeared as if a mouth opened up, and the heart was slowly slurped up. He turned away, a smile unlike one he ever had before...no rather, prior to that.

For it was a smile very familiar now.[/spoilername]

 

[Yaku]

Kishin headed for the doorway, grabbing hold tightly. The walk was long, and he was now trembling. Excitement? Or was it fear? He saw it plain as day. The symbol on the outside doorway. This shop most certainly belonged to the clan. His enemy, evermore. He opened it wide, and the shiver ever cold. A small girl, no older then 7, standing behind the register. A small boy, 5 maybe, running around what little open space there was. "Hey smurf, we have a customer. Stop it.." She said the last part hushed. His face, blank. He pulled his hand up, and held it tightly. Then walked over to an arrangement nearby, giving a slight nod.

This...this isn't what he wanted. He now knew what he was feeling just as he reached the door. It wasn't unbridled joy, the unending rapture of his soon to be deed. It was just like it was after he found the children of that man. That deed, and this one, would certainly bring no joy. He wanted, needed to be something, someone else here. As he saw the kids, the look vanished and turned into confusion. This..this isn't what he wanted. He didn't expect to find this clan here. He really had hoped he had finished them entirely. No...he knew he hadn't. But he thought they mostly in Sunagakure, maybe a town here or there. Someone was coming down the steps. He looked around as if he was committing a crime. That was when he saw it. The store name....no. This wasn't his target. At least..."Hello. Sweety, did you greet the customer." The small girl walked out from behind the counter. "Sorry..no. Um.. Hi."

Kishin was breathing hard. Was it noticeable? "Um...I...He..y" Slick...

"Greetings, welcome to the Uon's family shop. If you need any help, Please ask." The woman headed towards the register.

He breathed in deeply, the out slowly. This..wasn't his target. But..that sign. "Um..I ...I couldn't." "Yes?", the woman spoke. "Um, that sig..on door? Is...was this always..um. Your families shop? Always?" The woman stepped out from the back and walked towards him. "Well, we rent it actually. It belongs to someone else, and we run it. Why do you ask?" The boy stammered continually, "I...had been here a long time ago and..Um..How much for a dozen of these?" He wanted to get out. He needed to get away. The woman spoke, the sound of her voice unheard by him. "I...thank you. Um..Another time." The little boy ran up to him, just a little taller then half his own size. "You okay?" Kishin almost freaked out. 'Does...does he know..no. I got to go.' Kishin hurried to the door. He now knew..his enemies were still close...

Kishin took a few steps away from the building, his hearts pounding feverously. He cluched his chest, and breathed deeply. He needed to control his emotions. He needed to relax.

 

[Yaku]

He came back two days later, just standing a short distance away, but on a rooftop, using his Byakugan to watch the store and surrounding areas. He didn't want to get spotted spying on the store front by local guards, yet he had the strong continued urge to watch the store for his most hated enemy. So far only a handful of people entered, walking out with a bouquet of flowers or an arrangement. Though it wasn't any different from the locations back in Iwagakure. He knew the little boy and girl were there, as he saw them exit and reenter several minuets later, a bag of groceries in hand. And he knew the mother was there as well, seeing her go out front once or twice. What he really wanted to see was the husband. Usually it was men that were the contacts within the syndicate, the evil doers. Though he hadn't seen him yet. It was an assumption, truth is he didn't know if there was one still home. Though it could have been just as likely that he was 'away on business'.

An hour passed, nothing. Another hour gone, and another, and another...still nothing. A day passed..and still nothing. Kishin was pushing his luck. So far, he hadn't been spotted by the cities security forces. Or at least they hadn't confronted him. In the back of his mind, he felt he was being watched. He knew he was being watched, but from where, and whom, he wasn't sure. He searched them out from time to time with his super eyesight, and couldn't find them. It might have just been in his head. He might have been losing it slowly.

It had been 38 hours since his last meal and he decided to grab a bite. But he wouldn't let the shopfront leave his sight. Fortunately there were plenty of restaurants within distance of his ability and he grabbed a snack. He wasn't exactly in the best kept condition, but the person he bought from didn't say much about his condition. Though he didn't exactly have pores like normal people to create odors from. A blessing for long term assignments from his glorious gift given to him. He returned to his post, and continued watching, to no avail.

He couldn't be sure of when, but at some point, he drowsed off. His dream, wasn't one of puppies and smiles. Again, a memory of something long past. It was about 4 months after he received his glorious gift. Just before full trust was returned to him given a recent, accident. The coming event was one that told Kishin just how cruel these men could be, and it was something that scared his heart, quite literately. A memory he wouldn't forget or forgive. It was mid winter in Iwagakure, snow covering the ground and the wind ever present. Given the harsh conditions, the high costs of goods, and the lack of such resources, life for anyone in the darker recesses of Iwagakure were laden with probable death. It was dog eat dog, survival of the fittest, and in the case to be seen, survival of the most valuable. Though, the story doesn't take place on the fringes, but rather in the port area, in a rather mildly well off part of town, where crime wasn't high, but small things were known to happen from time to time, in the nearby location of Maruishi, the capital of the Earth Country, just a stones throw from Iwagakure.

The bell rang as they walked in. Kishin followed closely behind the enforcer that was the one whom he took a finger of. They entered the main entrance of the flower shop, Kishin headed towards a section of yellow flowers while the other man took a look at the arrangements. The young boy wasn't to sure what he was there for, but his orders were to just follow along for the time being and do as he was told. Two other people were in the shop, a woman and a young girl. His accompaniment watched them closely, as the 'store owner' tried to help them make a selection. Kishin could tell of his annoyance at the matter. He was sure that if they didn't move it along, the man might just walk over to them and stab the woman in the face with a rose stem. He was that kind of guy, one whom jumped at the chances to cause harm, rubbing a spot where a wound once sat from him.

The woman thanked the owner for helping, touching his sleeve as she did so, her face glowing. He followed behind her, escorting her out and after a few seconds of hand waving they were gone, and the door was locked. The owner breathed deeply then turned around, "Sorry about that...I." "Damn straight you should be. I don't exactly have time for your girlfriend to be bashful and handsey. Next time you should just touch her breast, kick her in the ass and deal with that shit on your own time." "But..she...the little." "I don't give a shit. Hell screw her too while you are at it, just..If you see me waiting, stick a cock into it and get her done." He walked away towards the stairs, heading down, mumbling something about wankers and wanting to do an unseen act to her and the daughter too.

As they entered the basement, they went into a few rooms and eventually reached a back room, only a single entrance in and got, and the room before in similar kind, being used as storage. He could hear crying from behind a wall, and the man across from him grinning like he was ready and raring for what was to come. The owner walked to a light switch and flicked it, then pulled on a bell string and he heard a crackle sound of a lock being released. The man walked over toward where the crying was coming from and his partner clapped and rubbed his hands together, the dryness almost echoing. "Lets see what you got for me today. I hope it's a young one. I like when they cry and scream. It's invigorating when they scream."

Behind the wall were three figures. An older woman, and two children, around the same age as himself. A light flickered on and the owner pushed them out into the room they stood onto the ground. He pulled a sheet and read something to them. "The woman is from the rain country. A..fallen genin from my understanding. She was taken from her home and her two kids brought along. It seems they are...huh. Able to absorb the chakra from someone, and either take on their form, memories and some abilities, or wow. Holy shit, implant them onto another. Well...at least that is what they could be capable of. She is only able to take them on herself." The man smiled, walking over to the woman, grabbing her hair and pulling her up off the ground, sniffing it. "Capable of taking on the form of another. Really...Must not be that long..personally I prefer those with pink hair then black." He licked the side of her face and released her. "She is a little old isn't she." He rubbed his hands together. "And she is quite defiant. She isn't willing to put on a show for us at all, but they showed me pictures of her doing the deed. Though the kids did it for me. It was...truely something."

Kishin just stood their, as the other two spoke, looking at the kids, fear and a knowledge that it wouldn't end smeared on their dirty faces. The mother, resentment and a huge undertaking of holding it back could be seen. It was one of the few specialties presented because of his one eye. The ability to see what was within ones intentions and heart.

"Well...that is truly...truly a shame. That being said, she is a little old for my taste. Though her daughter...that little girl could be quite something in the sack." The shop owner spoke with pride. The boy gripped his sister tighter, as the mother pushed off the ground and headed towards him. "I will @#$%ing kill you you piece a a a." It was quick. Amazingly so. He stood their, blood running down and staining the inside of his arm and shirt. His fingers lodged into the woman's chest. Laughter broke out from the man missing a finger, grabbing the hair of the woman. "Good...that is quite a bit of spunk you have there. Oh and you to lady. Though..I like my women a little more obedient, like him." The store owner tapped kishin on the shoulder, his hand going deeper into the chest of the woman as she was at a loss of words. He now felt her heart, the beating getting slower. "Finish the job would you. I hate it when they don't suffer from my own hands kid.", this time his college speaking. And Kishin reached in deeper, grabbing onto the woman's heart with his outreached arm, stretching 3 feet further then it should have been able to. "Pull it out, and eat it...", his master sternly said.

The owner laughed and walked over to the kids. "Now, now. Watch carefully. Watch him now. If you don't do as we say...We will have him do to you what he is doing to you mother now." And he grabbed the girls head and made sure she saw. Kishin looked over, the fear and disparity growing deeper. He looked to his current handler, and reached in deeper. then pulled out. The things that followed behind her heart, blood and...it spilled out onto the floor. The woman's body now falling onto his. He didn't move though, and supported the weight.

He wasn't relishing this, no not at all. He couldn't look at the children's faces as he did this, though he knew he had to keep a strong face. Them and he, both in similar situations, even now. He placed the heart to his chest, the blood splattering onto his shirt. Suddenly a small opening appeared and vines gripped around the still slightly beating heart. The girl crying in the background. Though he couldn't hear the boy. He imagined the worst. Either he was in shock...or complete anger. A vengeful anger, aimed at Kishin.

Slowly the heart vanished inside as she uttered something silently to Kishin. Finally, the ties to it were cut from it from the woman and she fell to the side, gripping softly onto his shoulder and then onto the ground. Though his face unchanged, he still stared at his companion. A smile and even a tear coming to his eye. "That..that was truly beautiful. Touching really." Then he punched Kishin in the face, and he took it, falling back a little. "@#$#ing dick. Can you believe the coldness of this guy. And he did that same shit to my fingers. My.." he shook his head and headed to the children.

Words were muttered, the shop keeper laughing and took the girl aside. The rest..the sight going blurry, then he was now awake, the dark surrounding him. He seemed confused for a moment, Kishin looking around the rooftop. It took a moment but he got his barrings, and looked over the ledge and onto the shop below. The lights off. He breathed in deeply then out, looking down the streets and turning around to inspect the area around him. "Dammit...I...they..." He apparently still in a daze. He walked to the back of the roof and fell of the side onto the ground below. And headed off, into the shadows of Konoha.

[Leaving]