It had been a quiet morning. He'd woken up, cooked some breakfast, placed it in a blender, and then placed it into some sausage wrapping to place in the toilet and flush. The things he did to try and feel normal simultaneously proved how completely different he was.
He had decided that today he would leave the house. Not something he always did when he had nothing to do. Sitting around, doing nothing, well, he could zone out at will now. Unlike other shinobi he didn't need to sleep anymore, his body didn't get tired the way most peoples did, just his mind and focus. Yeah, when he lost his focus it was always bad. He put that down to being tired, but it wasn't normal tired he didn't think. He couldn't remember what real tired felt like though...
Leaving the house he headed out into town, have a look around, see the people of the village. Take note of the people that one day he might need to kidnap and hand over to the organization for his money... which he could then use to buy food, to put into a blender, and flush. It was the life that one always dreamed of.
A part of him wanted to tear everyone here limb from limb, murder them all, have the ANBU come down on him like snow on the mountaintops, and then tear him limb from limb, and then finally break the capsule which was his life. But his mother had died for him, she wanted him to live forever, and so he would. His life was precious. Thus the shinobi of the village had to be avoided with regards to confrontation. He'd gotten lucky the few times he'd ended up in a fight with them.
At any rate, he did like watching the people, so that he could see different faces, different descriptions, see where he might be able to locate what if requested. It made life easier when he was being called on.
Oh wait, maybe he should go visit his boss. She'd hate it if he did.
The thought gave him a smile.
She hated him, he could feel that in each thrust that he gave her. Every time he took her and had his way with her. The looks she gave him as she looked at him over her shoulder, that sparkle of rage in her eye, but the sounds of someone faking their enjoyment. Perhaps he enjoyed that the most. The fact that she thought that he believed her fake moans, or perhaps that she thought he'd care. He was a fucking puppet. He didn't feel anything anyway. Stupid bitch.
At any rate interrupting this train of thought was a young girl with what seemed like animal ears and... was that a tail?
He started to walk towards the girl, and then without asking he took the ear between his thumb and forefinger and placed his eyes closer to it to examine whether it was a birth thing, or perhaps some strange surgical addition (he knew what the damn shinobi in that hospital could do... I mean... look at him ffs).
He had decided that today he would leave the house. Not something he always did when he had nothing to do. Sitting around, doing nothing, well, he could zone out at will now. Unlike other shinobi he didn't need to sleep anymore, his body didn't get tired the way most peoples did, just his mind and focus. Yeah, when he lost his focus it was always bad. He put that down to being tired, but it wasn't normal tired he didn't think. He couldn't remember what real tired felt like though...
Leaving the house he headed out into town, have a look around, see the people of the village. Take note of the people that one day he might need to kidnap and hand over to the organization for his money... which he could then use to buy food, to put into a blender, and flush. It was the life that one always dreamed of.
A part of him wanted to tear everyone here limb from limb, murder them all, have the ANBU come down on him like snow on the mountaintops, and then tear him limb from limb, and then finally break the capsule which was his life. But his mother had died for him, she wanted him to live forever, and so he would. His life was precious. Thus the shinobi of the village had to be avoided with regards to confrontation. He'd gotten lucky the few times he'd ended up in a fight with them.
At any rate, he did like watching the people, so that he could see different faces, different descriptions, see where he might be able to locate what if requested. It made life easier when he was being called on.
Oh wait, maybe he should go visit his boss. She'd hate it if he did.
The thought gave him a smile.
She hated him, he could feel that in each thrust that he gave her. Every time he took her and had his way with her. The looks she gave him as she looked at him over her shoulder, that sparkle of rage in her eye, but the sounds of someone faking their enjoyment. Perhaps he enjoyed that the most. The fact that she thought that he believed her fake moans, or perhaps that she thought he'd care. He was a fucking puppet. He didn't feel anything anyway. Stupid bitch.
At any rate interrupting this train of thought was a young girl with what seemed like animal ears and... was that a tail?
He started to walk towards the girl, and then without asking he took the ear between his thumb and forefinger and placed his eyes closer to it to examine whether it was a birth thing, or perhaps some strange surgical addition (he knew what the damn shinobi in that hospital could do... I mean... look at him ffs).