Yoruko's eyes drifted to the slate-gray ceiling of his room, a bored expression on his face as he decided it was time to face the evils that were to come for the day. He glanced about the room, his paranoia settling in as those violet eyes of his strained to see any form of genjutsu placed within his room. His eyes flashed back and forth several times before hopping out of bed, garbed only in silken black boxers. He stretched out a few times, and had missed something. As a result, his foot was now bleeding due to a trap placed by his loving parents. He let out a pissed off grunt and kicked the spike trap away from it's side, which only served to anger him more as it caught onto his wall. He made the Rat hand seal and muttered out a Kai as the a few more traps would become apparent. He limped into the shower and lifted the wounded foot upon his knee, channeling chakra through his hands as he worked meticulously to end the bleeding. After a few moments he would grumble before starting the shower on, and waited for it to warm up before removing himself of the rest of his garments. He breathed in as he stepped gingerly onto his wounded foot. He had stopped the bleeding but it would still feel uncomfortable to walk on it.
Yoruko sighed as the hot water hit his body, remembering the sight of Sadako's body and feel of it against his own, as they embraced the other day. That was the last time he had seen her, or would see her as he was supposed to see about his acceptance into his mission today. The smell she had about her, lavender with a mix of copper, of blood within his nose had made him feel invigorated. He felt something that he would outright deny to his parents, that he had found someone worth his time and energy. His eyes remained closed as he washed himself off and hurried to get out of the shower, drying and checking his foot. He frowned somewhat, knowing that it would be best to wrap it in case he re-opened the wound in some form or fashion. The boy wrapped it in bandages and proceeded to walk back into his room to gather some clothes. He would keep his clothes light today, wearing a sleeveless red shirt which came up to cover his entire throat. He would wear khaki shorts with this, and black fingerless gloves to complete the appearance. Slipping on his black ninja sandals he would head downstairs after making sure his hair was dry. He headed downstairs and glanced about looking for any more traps.
After he was confident that there were none he would set about making himself some eggs for breakfast, as he wanted something small. He cracked the eggs and after a few moments they began to cook rather nicely. He flipped them once they appeared to grow solid and cooked them on the opposite side for a few moments. Once that was done he placed them onto a plate and grabbed a glass of milk. He took his time with the meal in silence, enjoying the fact his parents were gone for a change. It was unusual for them to be gone but he took solace in having the house to himself for once. Though this would in all of his hopes eventually come to be a reality, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't accomplish this feat yet. Not with how he was. He needed to become stronger so that he could free himself of the chains that his captors held over him. That fear which kept him in check. With a soft sigh he dropped the plate off into the sink after rining it off, and finished the final droplets of milk within his glass. He placed this too into the sink before making his way out of the house, and towards the Spire.
The boy had his hands within his pants, and seemed distracted as he thought about everything that had happened as of late. In the past month he had met Sadako. He had completed three B-Rank missions by himself with no assistance from other shinobi. He had managed to piss off the Yukata clan simply by having a Sharingan, something that annoyed him to no end. He had found himself falling hard for Sadako, without any previous ideas as to what the word meant. He found himself wanting her more and more, in terms of length and ways of wanting her. Her presence alone made him feel relaxed despite what she was. She had inhuman abilities, that song was similar to genjutsu so he could resist it but it was still rather difficult to place what it truly was. Those words meant something to him though he did not know what it was exactly. She had that weird form which she took at times, with millions of red eyes and gnashing teeth. He had met Akiyama Kazuhiko and had begun his training as a Medic-nin, as well as Hissori and had his eyes checked, which led him to believe that he had the final form of the Sharingan. However in answering that question he was left with hundreds more.
The boy bumped into someone who gave him a nasty glare and shoved him off. Yoruko twisted around and flipped the man on his back, ignoring what his fool friends said. As a result, this wound up with him in an alley way with several of the man's friends plus the man himself. Yoruko didn't like being cornered but he hated worse to be late. As a result, he ordered them to come at them if they weren't weaklings. They all rushed him as a group, and Yoruko felt his mind clear up somewhat as he danced around them without a thought. His body reacted in time to his thoughts as he bobbed and weaved around their fists, finishing all of them within a few moments' time. With them all rendered unconscious he glanced at his shadow and scowled. He was going to be late unless he jumped from roof to roof. That required utilizing effort, something which he was not in the mood to do. He leaped upon the first roof and winced as he landed on the arch of his foot. He took a few moments to pause, and tested his weight. Yes, his foot was in a minor degree of pain due to the depth of which that trap from before had stabbed him, but he was not going to let that stop him. He rushed himself from one roof to the other as he made it to the Spire. Upon entering he placed open the door, and noticed that neither of his teammates that were on the roster were present. He stared in confusion before looking over to the proctor. To his wary surprise the man was conscious in his entirety, and stared at the boy blankly.
"Where are my teammates at for the mission I signed up for?" Yoruko asked with a raised brow, his face otherwise expressionless.
"Well see kiddo... That's the thing. You were rejected from the mission." The man spoke, a slight frown on his face. Yoruko stared at the man with that blank look upon his face for a few moments longer, trying to search for some lies. No, his body language was wrong for that. Which meant... Yoruko clenched those gloved fists of his tightly as he passively began to emit killing intent that would radiate from every pore of his body. He was rejected from a mission? How was that even possible? How did that make any form of sense to the boy? He had flawlessly succeeded in his mission, and had even gone so far as to get his eyes checked to ensure the success of the mission. The boy let out a dark growl as he spoke, eyes boring into the man before him as he bothered not to maintain his volume.
"What do you mean I was rejected from the mission? He let out in a half-snarl as the words dripped out of his voice with a clear venom that would cause lesser men to shrink away though this man seemed bored as he looked at the kid.
"Stranger things have happened. I suggest you get stronger and prove your worth to your superiors, as they aren't apparently satisfied with what you have done right now." The man spoke, before leaning back in his chair. In his experience, deflecting one's anger worked best for forcing the person to exert their anger on something else. However, this man hadn't dealt with Yoruko who was now in the mood for blood. Yoruko was doing his best to restrain himself but felt the chakra rise into his eyes as he closed them in an attempt to hide his Mangekyo which had activated due to his adrenaline kicking in. He felt the rage boiling within him fervently. He had been looking forward to this mission, working hard to make sure nothing was left to chance. Yet despite those efforts, he had been shut down.
That was something that pissed him off.
You don't want to piss off Yoruko.
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Yoruko sighed as the hot water hit his body, remembering the sight of Sadako's body and feel of it against his own, as they embraced the other day. That was the last time he had seen her, or would see her as he was supposed to see about his acceptance into his mission today. The smell she had about her, lavender with a mix of copper, of blood within his nose had made him feel invigorated. He felt something that he would outright deny to his parents, that he had found someone worth his time and energy. His eyes remained closed as he washed himself off and hurried to get out of the shower, drying and checking his foot. He frowned somewhat, knowing that it would be best to wrap it in case he re-opened the wound in some form or fashion. The boy wrapped it in bandages and proceeded to walk back into his room to gather some clothes. He would keep his clothes light today, wearing a sleeveless red shirt which came up to cover his entire throat. He would wear khaki shorts with this, and black fingerless gloves to complete the appearance. Slipping on his black ninja sandals he would head downstairs after making sure his hair was dry. He headed downstairs and glanced about looking for any more traps.
After he was confident that there were none he would set about making himself some eggs for breakfast, as he wanted something small. He cracked the eggs and after a few moments they began to cook rather nicely. He flipped them once they appeared to grow solid and cooked them on the opposite side for a few moments. Once that was done he placed them onto a plate and grabbed a glass of milk. He took his time with the meal in silence, enjoying the fact his parents were gone for a change. It was unusual for them to be gone but he took solace in having the house to himself for once. Though this would in all of his hopes eventually come to be a reality, the fact of the matter was that he couldn't accomplish this feat yet. Not with how he was. He needed to become stronger so that he could free himself of the chains that his captors held over him. That fear which kept him in check. With a soft sigh he dropped the plate off into the sink after rining it off, and finished the final droplets of milk within his glass. He placed this too into the sink before making his way out of the house, and towards the Spire.
The boy had his hands within his pants, and seemed distracted as he thought about everything that had happened as of late. In the past month he had met Sadako. He had completed three B-Rank missions by himself with no assistance from other shinobi. He had managed to piss off the Yukata clan simply by having a Sharingan, something that annoyed him to no end. He had found himself falling hard for Sadako, without any previous ideas as to what the word meant. He found himself wanting her more and more, in terms of length and ways of wanting her. Her presence alone made him feel relaxed despite what she was. She had inhuman abilities, that song was similar to genjutsu so he could resist it but it was still rather difficult to place what it truly was. Those words meant something to him though he did not know what it was exactly. She had that weird form which she took at times, with millions of red eyes and gnashing teeth. He had met Akiyama Kazuhiko and had begun his training as a Medic-nin, as well as Hissori and had his eyes checked, which led him to believe that he had the final form of the Sharingan. However in answering that question he was left with hundreds more.
The boy bumped into someone who gave him a nasty glare and shoved him off. Yoruko twisted around and flipped the man on his back, ignoring what his fool friends said. As a result, this wound up with him in an alley way with several of the man's friends plus the man himself. Yoruko didn't like being cornered but he hated worse to be late. As a result, he ordered them to come at them if they weren't weaklings. They all rushed him as a group, and Yoruko felt his mind clear up somewhat as he danced around them without a thought. His body reacted in time to his thoughts as he bobbed and weaved around their fists, finishing all of them within a few moments' time. With them all rendered unconscious he glanced at his shadow and scowled. He was going to be late unless he jumped from roof to roof. That required utilizing effort, something which he was not in the mood to do. He leaped upon the first roof and winced as he landed on the arch of his foot. He took a few moments to pause, and tested his weight. Yes, his foot was in a minor degree of pain due to the depth of which that trap from before had stabbed him, but he was not going to let that stop him. He rushed himself from one roof to the other as he made it to the Spire. Upon entering he placed open the door, and noticed that neither of his teammates that were on the roster were present. He stared in confusion before looking over to the proctor. To his wary surprise the man was conscious in his entirety, and stared at the boy blankly.
"Where are my teammates at for the mission I signed up for?" Yoruko asked with a raised brow, his face otherwise expressionless.
"Well see kiddo... That's the thing. You were rejected from the mission." The man spoke, a slight frown on his face. Yoruko stared at the man with that blank look upon his face for a few moments longer, trying to search for some lies. No, his body language was wrong for that. Which meant... Yoruko clenched those gloved fists of his tightly as he passively began to emit killing intent that would radiate from every pore of his body. He was rejected from a mission? How was that even possible? How did that make any form of sense to the boy? He had flawlessly succeeded in his mission, and had even gone so far as to get his eyes checked to ensure the success of the mission. The boy let out a dark growl as he spoke, eyes boring into the man before him as he bothered not to maintain his volume.
"What do you mean I was rejected from the mission? He let out in a half-snarl as the words dripped out of his voice with a clear venom that would cause lesser men to shrink away though this man seemed bored as he looked at the kid.
"Stranger things have happened. I suggest you get stronger and prove your worth to your superiors, as they aren't apparently satisfied with what you have done right now." The man spoke, before leaning back in his chair. In his experience, deflecting one's anger worked best for forcing the person to exert their anger on something else. However, this man hadn't dealt with Yoruko who was now in the mood for blood. Yoruko was doing his best to restrain himself but felt the chakra rise into his eyes as he closed them in an attempt to hide his Mangekyo which had activated due to his adrenaline kicking in. He felt the rage boiling within him fervently. He had been looking forward to this mission, working hard to make sure nothing was left to chance. Yet despite those efforts, he had been shut down.
That was something that pissed him off.
You don't want to piss off Yoruko.
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