The blonde Shinobi knew that his freedom would be limited. He knew it wouldn't be long until Akkuma came to collect what the sick bastard thought was rightfully his. But Jiro was no longer the scared nine-year-old who hero-worshipped the older Ninja. No, he was no longer afraid, but he also no longer needed him. Or at least that was what he told himself. He knew, deep down, that he did need him. But he also wanted freedom to explore and do things for himself -- prove himself to be better than the elder.
But first, he needed to become independent. Which meant getting a job, making money. For the last couple days, he was slumming in the Red Lights District. He went into random clubs and used his looks to go home with people in order to have a roof over his head for the night and the next morning, he had even more money than he did the night before. Not all the time would his 'Clients' be alive in the morning either.
It was one of those nights where he needed more money to pay for another night in a hotel and for food. He couldn't stay in his client's house anymore. The Sunan was dead in his bed, gutted. But that was common in that area, it came with the territory.
Wearing black jeans and a hoodie with no shirt underneath, he stalked the streets of Suna's seedy district in the dark. He moved like a predator on the hunt, but there was something hypnotic and seductive about the way he moved. He could hear blood pulsing -- strange blood -- from all around him. The sounds and senses made him shiver in excitement as he let out a soft laugh. His tongue flicked over his lips as he stopped for a second in an alley, listening.
As he listened, he could sense something in one person around him. Their blood was familiar, too familiar. A smirk crossed his lips as he realized who it was. That meant the demon knew he was gone and was seeking him out. Why else would he be wandering around Suna? But wasn't he supposed to be in Tea? It didn't matter to Jiro because he knew the hunt was on now.
He followed the blood, leading him to a familiar presence. The older male probably knew he was close, but Jiro didn't care. He was just out of Akkuma's line of vision and he decided to make his presence even more known.
"Neko..." he said, voice soft at first as he moved closer.
"Neko...." Jiro was soon in the same back alley as Akkuma, behind him.
"Nekoooo-chaaaaan...." He giggled a bit as he said that, the facade of sanity fading fast. He didn't need to pretend to have any form of sanity in front of Akkuma.
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But first, he needed to become independent. Which meant getting a job, making money. For the last couple days, he was slumming in the Red Lights District. He went into random clubs and used his looks to go home with people in order to have a roof over his head for the night and the next morning, he had even more money than he did the night before. Not all the time would his 'Clients' be alive in the morning either.
It was one of those nights where he needed more money to pay for another night in a hotel and for food. He couldn't stay in his client's house anymore. The Sunan was dead in his bed, gutted. But that was common in that area, it came with the territory.
Wearing black jeans and a hoodie with no shirt underneath, he stalked the streets of Suna's seedy district in the dark. He moved like a predator on the hunt, but there was something hypnotic and seductive about the way he moved. He could hear blood pulsing -- strange blood -- from all around him. The sounds and senses made him shiver in excitement as he let out a soft laugh. His tongue flicked over his lips as he stopped for a second in an alley, listening.
As he listened, he could sense something in one person around him. Their blood was familiar, too familiar. A smirk crossed his lips as he realized who it was. That meant the demon knew he was gone and was seeking him out. Why else would he be wandering around Suna? But wasn't he supposed to be in Tea? It didn't matter to Jiro because he knew the hunt was on now.
He followed the blood, leading him to a familiar presence. The older male probably knew he was close, but Jiro didn't care. He was just out of Akkuma's line of vision and he decided to make his presence even more known.
"Neko..." he said, voice soft at first as he moved closer.
"Neko...." Jiro was soon in the same back alley as Akkuma, behind him.
"Nekoooo-chaaaaan...." He giggled a bit as he said that, the facade of sanity fading fast. He didn't need to pretend to have any form of sanity in front of Akkuma.
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