User Name:  Chocobochaos<br/>Last Name:  Aiyoku<br/>First Name:  Nanashi<br/>*Optional* Nickname(s):  N/A<br/>Birthdate:  Nov. 17 (Scorpio)<br/>Age: 16<br/>Kinks:  Chubbies, Dominant Males.<br/>Fetishes:  Feederism, Belittling, Verbal Fetish, and Embarrassment.<br/>Species:  Human<br/>Appearance:<br/>(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h176/RathNythum/my%20arts/Nanashicompletecopy.jpg)<br/>Height: 5’9<br/>Weight:  227 lbs.<br/>Position (Student/Year, Teacher/Class, etc.): Student- Sophomore<br/>Personality:<br/><br/>Nanashi has a very bitter personality. He loves himself to an extreme that would make even the most confident of people feel meek, while also claiming himself to be a god in the presence of his classmates.  Extremely short tempered about anything that does not come across as a stroke to his overpowering ego Nanashi lashes out at others like a young child does to doll heads out of curiosity. However, when Nanashi is not enraged he is very reserved in his actions. He is easily able to break down a situation and probe at another person by making them feel inferior with his saber like tongue.<br/><br/>On the other side is Nanashi's young and still childish side. Still obsessed with sweets he seems to have a hard time getting away from them, and thus has resulted in a mild weight problem. Like a savage beast, when Nanahsi's sedated with a full stomach he can act rather decently. It has even been rumored that he can smile 'kindly' when eating his favorite caramel candies often hidden in his coat pocket.<br/><br/>Background:<br/><br/>Nanashi was born into the Aiyuko clan as the only son of Aiyuko Sawa. Shortly after his birth his mother developed a short and temporary bout of post-partum syndrome and had no ability to bond with him. While this ordeal quickly faded its impact on Nanashi’s life was tremendous, damaging a small part of his brain permanently. With the lack of maternal bonding and no father figure whatsoever he became cold hearted and has put a lot of hatred towards his mother.<br/><br/>Nanashi seems to have a great superiority complex, and feels that everyone is below him. He has endangered himself and others with his prided ego, and has never once looked at those incidents as his own fault, but rather the outcome of a line of unfortunate events.<br/><br/>Though he is an extremely gifted young man by nature; his attitude towards life, and the lives of those around him, puts him a step further back than most people. During his time in groups at the junior high, he had always been either removed from the group by an instructor, or by fear/hate from the other children.<br/><br/>Rumors quickly spread around the academy that he had killed another child during a practice run because of a small bicker for the right to the title of team captain. Despite the fact that this was completely untrue and had absolutely no evidence in its defense; Nanashi happily accepted it as fact and uses it to keep others away from him.<br/><br/>At the age of 5, Nanashi changed his previous name addressing himself as “Nanashi” or “Nameless.” It seems that this was his last unbroken tie with his mother, and as soon as he found it, it was discarded. However, as much as Nanashi has hated his mother’s existence he is overjoyed with her misery. If it is possible to hate someone more than hate could muster this would be Nanashi’s life story between himself and his mother.<br/><br/>Still very sour and bitter her appearance and image as a woman has taken him far away from the idea of liking woman as a whole, or at least, this is his crutch to keep from admitting his true feelings about his homosexuality.<br/><br/>During this freshman year Nanashi had been a bully in all aspects.  He sees anyone that is less able to hide their feelings a lesser person and thusly not in need of his kindness.  Psychologically, this is probably his recoil to allow himself the ability not to be hurt himself.  He is, in actuality, a very easily shattered young man.  He would rather cut off his nose to spite his face if it meant he didn’t<em>look</em>bad.<br/><br/>Although Nanashi is a horrible social person, he is excellent in debate.  He is very intelligent and seems to get around a 3.9-4.0 GPA.  He only lacks in one class; P.E. his nightmare come true.  Failing each time he has had to take this simple credit well over five times.  This is the only thing keeping him from graduating early and leaving the school permanently.<br/><br/>Previous post reference for rank:<br/><br/><strong>(Refrence one) </strong><br/>Continuing on to the Tea Country Nanashi finally collapsed along the brush dry wasteland he had journeyed to after several days. It was hot and desolate as his soft flesh pressed firmly against the dust beaten ground. He didn’t believe he’d carry on much further if he stayed like this, but he didn’t have the desire to get up.<br/><br/>He looked at his hand where Iya had taken away the bloody wound that had ripped through the skin. Focusing on it, he knew he had to make sure his trials were not in vain and with that mindset he sat up and looked up to the sky. Trembling with every ounce of his body he stretched his arms out and closed his eyes as he began to speak.<br/><br/>“I will…do anything to get power. To get supreme power, to get what I want. I will give anything for that power. I’ll even sell my soul to obtain it…” With that the sun continued to shine as it stole his last remaining bits of strength. Once more he collapsed and rested there on the desert wastelands.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Being awoken by the chill of night and the sound of large boots tapping the ground Nanashi slowly opened his eyes. Fixing them on the large shoe several inches away from his face he heard a harsh voice echo from above him.<br/><br/>“Get up boy! I’m taking up on your offer!” The voice was deep and malice and didn’t seem to have an ounce of kindness or decency in it; it reminded Nanashi of his own voice but much, much older.<br/><br/>Bringing himself up to his knees again Nanashi looked up at the man before him to place the voice with an image. The man was very tall and was covered by a long dark hood and cloak. His face was visible, but his eyes and other small facial features where shrouded by the depths of the hood.<br/><br/>“Your offer boy, I want your soul…” The voice echoed out of the dark form; giving an ominous feel to the surrounding areas.<br/><br/>Nanashi’s mouth gapped open, as he heard the man’s decree. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, but he was slightly paranoid by how the man heard this so many hours later. It was then that he noticed that his mask had still been off and he pulled out another from his pouch and began to put it on while also grabbing a kunai for protection. The man would already know what he looked like, but at least he wouldn’t be able to see his small bit of childish fear anymore.<br/><br/>“What will I get in return?” He asked as he finished getting his mask into place. His stone gray eyes glaring more confident now as he waited for a proper answer.<br/><br/>The man laughed enough that his large mouth and teeth could be seen deep inside the fabricated head cover. It seemed to amuse him that the young boy was clueless to his ploys. Reaching into his long coat pocket the man pulled out an average sized scroll and a medallion with a large beast on it. He knelt down then and placed the scroll in Nanashi’s hand and then put the medallion around his neck.<br/><br/>”I don’t want these, I want power! So much power that I can become something that will be feared by all!” Nanashi huffed angrily at the man as he pulled out the two items and bestowed them upon him. He didn’t see what they signified and so assumed them to be nothing more than old relics.<br/><br/>”I assure you, this will be more than enough power to do that.” The mysterious man chuckled as he got back to his feet and began to walk off. Turning to face to the boy one last time he called back to Nanashi “Just do what the scroll says and you’ll be fine boy!”<br/><br/>With that he disappeared into the distance and was never seen again. Who was this man that gave him this strange scroll and large necklace? Nanashi assumed it must have been someone who could acknowledge his power and potential, which made him grin under his mask with pride.<br/><br/>Standing up, Nanshi brushed himself off and then looked at the scroll. He pulled the flap open and glanced at its content. It was then that he realized that this was an ancient sealing jutsu, not even written in a verbal language, but instead depictions of the hand sings and powers that were bestowed upon one that preformed the jutsu.<br/><br/>Tucking a little of his long silver hair behind his ears Nanashi quickly mimicked what he saw on the scroll and the processes was soon underway. His hands illuminated with his light lavender chakra as the medallion started to glow green. After only seconds a spirit formed its way out of the medallion and became a transparent omnipresent entity covered in thick smoke. It took the shape of a large cockatrice and rattled the area with its cackling scream.<br/><br/>“Young mortal, you request a contract with the great Souko, the legendary four-tailed beast? I will prove that your weak body is not fit to imprison me!” With that the beast plummeted into Nanashi’s body and entered him from right below where the medallion hung.<br/><br/>Nanashi felt the pain of from the beast entering his body and wanted to scream in agony, but instead he knew he had to finish this jutsu or else the deity would surely kill him. Glancing back down to the scroll as he started to tremble; he could feel the boiling of the poison like chakra filling itself within his body. He read a few final incantations to enclose the beast within himself; the only problem was that there appeared to be a missing piece thereafter.<br/><br/>He gulped as he hoped he could worm his way out of this alive, but was unsure if he would be able to or not. Closing his eyes from the pain he could feel the exact places that the deity was occupying within his body. Finally, forcing a large amount of chakra into himself he began to seal the beast.<br/><br/>Deep inside of Nanashi’s body the Yonbi took over everything that it touched, blazing down the walls that were confining it and beginning to break the body down slowly. The beast then noticed that the boy was starting to seal him within himself and the yonbi began to flee. Reaching up to his heart he crossed over to Nanshi’s left shoulder, it was there that the force of the seal enclosed the beast, but the beast made one last attack in hopes of being released.<br/><br/>Nanashi’s arm began to hurt as the chakra within it stopped to flow. He felt a horrifying sensation as small shards of the shoulder joint began to fracture away from the socket. Nanashi knew that he could not stop and thus poured all of his force into his right arm.<br/><br/>With the collision of opposing chakras Nanashi’s arm burst as it was the less powerful of the two forces. He fell backwards as the pain swiftly took over and struggled to stay standing, but after the pain fully took toll on him he crashed to the ground.<br/><br/>In this tumble he thought he could not possibly be in more pain as he found a large, sharp, wooden piece of debris forced fiercely though his left eye. He cursed as he was taken by such a great deal of agony.<br/><br/>“Damn it! Why?” Nanashi snarled in pain.<br/><br/>“You need ask why? You really are a fool.” Inside of him the Yonbi cackled its cock like laugh. It was greatly amused by the pain and suffering that the boy had experienced due to the containment of his entity. “We are now one. Isn’t that what you wanted?”<br/><br/>“I did, I wanted this…” He said as he sat up and finished the jutsu, causing the medallion to shatter and the same icon to return right over Nanashi's heart. It was of a trinity with a circle connecting the three points together. He had no idea of its purpose, but right now he didn't really care either.<br/><br/>Resting back he pulled the large wood shard out of his eye and tried to stay awake. The blood loss, the pain, and the yonbi all doing their damage on his being. Leaving him to be a little less than a breathing soul. He was grateful that he survived, but even more so that he now had power.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes he was engulfed into the world of sleep as he passed out from the shock and drama. Finally he was able to adjust to the changes that had gone underway during his time of sealing, he rested there for nearly an entire day before moving again.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>It had been nearly a week since the Yonbi and Nanashi had been joined as one and Nanshi had begun to learn to adapt to his new body. His left eye had begun to close from where the wood shard had hit, but it still had left a long horizontal scar through the opaque white eyeball itself. His shoulder, or where his shoulder hand been, now had started to heal over with new pink flesh and enclose the large open wound.<br/><br/>He had learned how to hunt off what was there in the wasteland and kept himself alive and healthy by doing so. He was so close to the organizations headquarters now that he could nearly taste it. its vile aura racing through the lands as he swiftly headed to its doors.<br/><br/><strong>(Refrence two) </strong><br/>As the impact pushed them apart Papa felt his midsection begin to rip from the force against him. His body was tattered and ripped from the inside out, his front paws tried to bring his body back up but they only failed him as he tried. He was too weak to get up, and was too hurt to go on.<br/><br/>Smelling the blood from Kala's body he whimpered and whined hurting for her. His eyes rested at Nanashi with intent golden orbs. The pain that was melting into his brain became a dull ache as his mind slowly began to shut down. His pupils were fixed in their state of over exposer as he began to loose hearing from the blood filling into his ear canals. The burst had landed him at the far side of the bar and left him clipped between the stove and a few chairs.<br/><br/>The wreckage was pierced all through his body, leaving only his head bare. Without sight, and without hearing, he set their frozen in animation waiting for whatever there was to take him from them. The tiniest of grins was formed on his canine lips as he thought quietly to himself things he was glad to see.<br/><br/><em>Nanashi-kun, I am so pleased to see that you have grown from the little hellion you once were. I'm sure that if you fallow into the light and never let it flicker away, you will become a great man someday. I have faith in you... my summoner, my master ...my.... frie-nd.... </em>He wanted desperately to tell Nanashi these things to his face, but he just did not have the strength left to do it. Giving another puppy like whine he sighed and let his mind go numb completely, there was nothing else he could do. He had lived a long life and he did not live in regret for it.<br/><br/>In those moments, Papa was not dead, but simply incapacitated. He was on his lasts breaths, but his mind was still alive enough to feel, to hurt, to pain over the others, and hope for their safety away from there.<br/><br/>The force of the attack launched Nanashi into another table as the table that he and Iya where at came with him. It was lucky that it had because it took a large amount of the force on itself. As it pinned him he could feel one of his ribs crack as it snapped loudly across the room.<br/><br/>Nanashi scoffed in pain as he felt it give way and swore as the pressure burst within his body. “Iya-chan!” He cried out as he began to push the table away form himself. But as he moved he could tell that his rib was not the only thing that had suffered here; his right hand was stabbed through with the jagged edges of the once smooth table.<br/><br/>Finally pushing the table away enough, he began to head over to Iya's side. Seeing her with fresh blood he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, and be there for her. His eyes looked shocked but also stunned as he came closer to her.<br/><br/>On his way to her a wooden shard slipped passed his face and tore the mask he always wore clean off his young body. He didn't care though, he wanted to know that Iya was alright.<br/><br/>“Iya-chan! Are you alright? Iya-chan!!!” He was glad to hear her voice as she asked if he was alright, it meant she was at least still living. He leaned down to her and reached for her with his good hand and gave her the most sincere face her had ever expressed.<br/><br/>It was then that he heard the whimper of his beloved summoning companion. He turned his head as his body stayed in rest their to support Iya. Fixing his sight on Papa his mouth began to fall open as his eyes looked like he himself had just been stabbed in the heart.<br/><br/>“PAPA!!!!!” He began to move to go to his side but stayed as he become caught in a choice that he could not make himself. He loved them both, and he could not leave Iya's side, but he could abandon Papa either. His heart began to tare his chest to pieces as he was faced with such a heavy decision. What was he to do? What could he do, was really the question.<br/><br/>As a trait of the Aiyoku clan's insanity, Nanashi's right pupil dilated largely as the other stayed frozen in size. It was a sign that the boy had encountered a type of stress that was not easily bared by a child his age. He wanted to cry inside, but his overpowering ego would still not allow him to display such a weak display of emotions. He was stuck in his own purgatory; one that only he himself could get out of. But he felt a sensation of failure as he rocked on either side of the spectrum. He could not handle the decision, and as doing so chose nothing at all...<br/><br/>His heart began to harden to the pain, it was the only way he knew to overcome sorrow and so it occurred then in the way it always did. Healing his emotions over with a thick lace of insecurity he began to stop his hurting by forcing himself not to care. He didn't want to feel that way, but it was his only way to overcome these obstacles before him. Moving slightly away from Iya he stood up feebly and looked back to his summoning dog, his best friend, Papa.<br/><br/>He pulled up the sleeve of his Kimono to see the contract that was embedded in his arm. It was faded and only faintly visible now, it was obvious that Papa was not going to make it through this. Letting his hand bleed over the beautiful silken cream colored Kimono he stood there emotionless waiting to see what would happen next, because he himself could do nothing.<br/><br/>Painfully Nanashi walked over to Papa totally ignoring Kaze in the process. Then kneeling down to him he took a short glance over at Papa's dissevered body. He couldn't look long because it hurt the small still moral part of him when he did. Nothing was going to save him, and so Nanashi touched Kala on the head lightly as she tried to heal him. Saying nothing to Kaze he just glaced down on his summon and shook his head slightly. There was nothing that could fix this, nothing but reviving the dead, or the dying at least.<br/><br/>"Thank you Kala, Kaze; but he's far from us now..." He said, looking like he wanted to cry but couldn't. His eyes were like that of a surrendered soul, he had given up on everything. Good people, villages, Kages, they all wanted to tell him he was the spawn of satan himself, but they did not take the time to look into what they caused here<br/>themselves.<br/><br/>Blood reached every inch of the enclosure and smelled of severed flesh and copper. What made them think they were better than him? War and hatred was ugly, no matter who was doing it, and no matter why. He wanted to rub this in the villages faces and prove that he wasn't anything more than the murderers outside.<br/><br/>Watching his dear friend upon his lasts breaths and suffering Nanashi did the only humane thing he could think to do. Pulling his dart case out of his back pouch he looked through each until finding one that would solve the issue.<br/><br/>In his hand he held a dart with an immense amount of sedative, nearly 6x's as much as it would take a normal human to be knocked out with. It wasn't his plan to sedate the large dog, Nanashi intended to take him out of his pain. With being torn in two he believed it was the best things to do.<br/><br/>Putting the needle into his summon dogs fur he leaned down and rested his forehead on the dogs neck. He could feel the heartbeat slow itself as the chemical dissolved his worries and his tension. Nanashi's eyes were not teary, but they did look mournful as he rested against him. With the tiniest uttered words Nanashi whispered against the dogs fur something that he now regretted he never said before.<br/><br/>"I love you Papa, you're my best friend." With that he felt the beating become so faint that he could not hear it anymore. He leaned back up as his arms both rested on each side of him as he sighed in grief. He knew he should want to cry, that he should want to mourn, but he was overridden with so many years of guilt. So much that he felt he could not be that selfish in his best friend's last moments.<br/><br/>Papa could not hear Kala's voice inside of his head anymore, but he could feel her presence there beside him, and with every ounce of his being he moved his long slender tail a little to the left then a bit to the right. That presence of those there were what made him content and feel fulfilled. He then could feel Kaze and Nanashi's bodies beside him as the light poke pierced into his body.<br/><br/>He could then feel a rush of bubbling fatigue spread all around him; he felt Nanashi's words as they brushed against his shoulder with the sound. He could utter nothing, he could move nothing; but in those lasts seconds his mind opened a part that it had closed off many years ago. He remembering how to accomplish it and so he spoke to Kala with the emotions that dogs spoke with. Sighing he thought to her "Kala, please take care of them. Take care of Iya like you always have, and take care of yourself Kala..." He paused as his mind froze and he rested someplace else then.<br/><br/>Nanashi paused for a long while before finally moving again, he wanted to stay but his body had decided to go elsewhere. He returned to Iya and sorted through his pouch to find anything to help her there. He didn't want to lose both of them in one night.<br/><br/>He didn't know why he felt how he did, but he couldn't just set and let things be. He wanted to not get hurt and let this be like all the other times, but for some reason, Iya was not like those others. He did not know why because he felt colder than he ever had before, but for some reason he could not force himself to ignore her.<br/><br/>Searching through the sack he could feel a flush of faint cross over him as his hand continued to bleed. He grabbed a cloth and held it in his fist as he tried to ignore it. He once more took to her side and watched over her. Trembling slightly he still held no emotions inside; it was as if Papa's departure had stolen them from him. With a dead tone in his voice he looked to her with empty eyes and a blank face spoke to her "It's best that we stay here for now. If we head for the medical center we have better chances of being struck again. It would be safest to stay here where we have already been hit."<br/><br/>Nanashi, who had fled with Sawa to this land knew what it was like to have a village slaughtered before his eyes. He knew that if they left and were shown in public they would be easy targets. His heart wanted to blame him and feel like the fault was in his sinner’s blood, but the emotions within him wanted to place blame somewhere else. His chest felt as if it could burst any second as he fought with his sanity for false closure. It would do nothing for him, but he would try anyway.<br/><br/>He gave out a stress induced sigh as he looked down at her with still soulless eyes and continued "What can I do? What can I do to help you Iya?"<br/><br/><strong>(Refrence three) </strong><br/><br/>As the Dokuji started to complain about ever tiny annoyance Nanashi gave a death glare to the entrance. If there was one thing he hated it was long walks, and from the chitori headquarters was nothing short of one. He turned to glance over at his older male squad member and rolled his eyes. He would have been griping himself had it not been too much to keep from panting heavily and be subject to even more humiliation by the figure behind him. His mouth was unbelievably dry as he felt parched in the harsh weather.<br/><br/>Making a loud gulp sound Nanashi swallowed so that his throat would keep from drying out. As the heat on his back caused his young smooth face to turn extremely red on his silky pale skin he looked up again and sighed in relief. They weren't far from the entrance now, and that made him pleased. Sure they couldn't stop to get anything, but he could probably steal something if he wanted.<br/><br/>After the mention of odor from the rotting corpse Nanashi was somewhat glad that he had a mask covering his young face, but things didn't seem to help that he had always had a rather good since of smell. Scoffing the question off he answered with only a short and very snippy comment.<br/><br/>"Of course not Maggot, it's completely normal for wild jackal to avoid easy human pray. Even vultures will overlook fresh meat like that." He started to gag inside the moment he opened his mouth and regrettingly inhaled though it, but this did not stop him from continuing on. "Let me handle the entry men."<br/><br/>He started to trot onward until he had nearly reached the entryway. He paused as he looked on to the two men standing before him. He chuckled as he looked up at them and they stood in place glaring down back. He started to walk forward as if he had no need to mind them whatsoever and of course they stopped him. They had been taken in by an Aiyoku not long before this, they were not letting it happen again.<br/><br/>"Passport kid?" One said, sounding sightly uneducated with such a brief demand addressed to Nanashi. Nanashi only looked at him with a wide grin on his face under his deep emerald facial covering. He had no business here that would allow them to grant him pass, and so he replied with simple arrogance.<br/><br/>"I don't have one." His only functional eye beamed up at them as if to say 'whatcha gonna do now?' In his face seemed to always be a sense of pride, but now it was even more obvious.<br/><br/>The men narrowed their eyes as they began to take a fighting stance, it was slightly loose and weak because they had unfortunately taken his youth for inexperience. This was all the better, it would take less effort to dispose of them that way.<br/><br/>Finally using his trump card he gave them an innocent smile and turned to his nin pouch placed on his backside. Doing this in as childish of a manner as possible he gave off the air of a young, rebellious, and chubby little tot. He then muttered in a much more youthful and childish way.<br/><br/>"Oh, I've got one of those." His voice seemed to fade off as he strummed through the pouch. As the guards slowly eased off their stances he fiddled with something inside the pocket. As he gave them a small side glance he noticed they had lowered their guard and he pulled out his blow gun, it looked like a large bamboo straw as he placed it in his mouth and held it up with his teeth, yet still through the mask cover. His hand returning to his pocket as he gave a childish giggle to the two. "Yep! I've got it! It's right here in my pocket!"<br/><br/>Both men looked at one another and finally to the boy. One smiling laughed and reached out his hand and knelt to his height as he readied to take the parchment. His voice sounding much kinder as he realized this boy was indeed only a small boy. "Well then, give it here."<br/><br/>Nanashi stood right between the two, his back placed perfectly to the other so that he could see nothing but the mans face. He nodded and pulled his hand out of the pocket and handed the man something. His face froze as he just rested his stare on the hand.<br/><br/>By this time the second ninja touched the boy's shoulder as he looked upon his partner's face. What was wrong with his passport? Was he here to meet someone? What had happened. He started to lean further to see over the short boy and started to ask his partner what the situation was, but the boy twirled around and looked at the man with the straw pointing at his face.<br/><br/>The man jumped in surprise as he saw this, starting to call for back up, but Nanashi took a breath and set a dart deep into the man's face. It pierced through his cheek and directly into the gums, which was exactly where Nanashi had intended to place it. The man was motionless as he rested in place. The young grey haired nin chuckled as he moved to reveal that he had done the same to the other man's hand. He motioned over to the other two and waited for them to arrive.<br/><br/>"Oh how I adore you paralysis." He chuckled, patting the standing man on the other cheek with his only arm. His slitted eye fallowing the leading eye as he took in his handy work. They had gotten in, but not necessarily without notice, then again, Nanashi would never want to be anywhere he was not noticed.<br/>