[Yaoi Academy] Profiles and the Rundown
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				Title: <strong>[Yaoi Academy] Profiles and the Rundown</strong><br>
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				This is the Profiles Section for the Game [Yaoi Academy]&nbsp; A high school RP where we will accept all species (furries included) and all fetishes within the rules.&nbsp; This <em>is</em> a Yaoi game, so please, no female characters.&nbsp; Why would a girl be in an all boys school?&nbsp; <br><br>Things to Expect:<br>Homosexuality (Male)<br>M-Preg<br>Feederism<br>Bondage<br>ect.<br>(More to come as we get more people in)<br><br><strong>*Theater Teacher, P.E. Teacher and Headmaster positions are taken</strong><br><br>Profiles should include the following:<br><br><br>User Name:&nbsp; <br>Last Name:&nbsp; <br>First Name:&nbsp; <br>*Optional* Nickname(s):&nbsp; <br>Birthdate:&nbsp; <br>Age: <br>Kinks: (Kinks are things that they might like, but does not dictate their performance)<br>Fetishes: (A fetish is something that dictate a characters sexual performance if it is&nbsp; not present.&nbsp; This does <strong>not</strong> mean they <em>cannot</em> have sex without it; it just will not be as intense an experience.)<br>Species:&nbsp; <br>Appearance: <br>Height: <br>Weight:&nbsp; <br>Position (Student/Year, Teacher/Class, etc.): <br>Personality: <br>Background:<br><br><strong>*</strong>Message me, and I will add you in as soon as I ok your profile.
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				Post by: <strong>Chocobochaos</strong> on <strong>21-03-2008, 00:01:03</strong>
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				User Name: Chocobochaos <br>Last Name: Nythum <br>First Name: Megorius <br>*Optional* Nickname(s): Meg <br>Birthdate: August 1st (Leo) <br>Age: 38,000+ <br>Kinks: Bitting, Scratching, Licking, Chubbies<br>Fetishes: Blood<br>Species: Vampire (Elder) <br>Appearance: <br>(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h176/RathNythum/My%20RP%20Chars/meg.jpg)<br>&nbsp;<br>Height: 6'6 <br>Weight: 187 lbs. <br>Position (Student/Year, Teacher, etc.): Theater Teacher<br>Personality: <br><br>Meg is a very well mannered vampire. He is, as most are, a complete gentleman with a shocking appearance and stunning features. He is very reserved in his voice and speaks only after careful and precise thought about his actions and words. Suave and charismatic he has swooned many in his day and persists just as strong today. As it is his nature he does not like when things go wrong, in these times he is prone to 'convincing' others by tender passion. <br><br>*Optional* Quote(s): “My love is infectious, I’m sure you’ll catch it sooner or later.” <br>Background: <br><br>Raised in the tender arms of his mortal mother and father Megorius had not always been a vampire. Unlike the one who provoked his rebirth Meg was not born with the need to feast upon blood. In turn, he has quickly accelerated the ranks to become an elder during decades of intense work and dedication. It has been through determination, sweat, tears, and lots of blood that he has rose to the highest of titles allowed by the vampiric race and been given the name 'elder.' <br><br>As a young boy in his teens Megorius was a chimney sweep who labored long hours to help care for his lower class family. He was an only child, but had been raised with a mother who had been taken ill by a common plague associated with the time and place of his youth. This caused him father to work long hours and eventually work the man to his death. <br><br>Meg had never had a close relationship with his parents, however, he respected them as any young man should. It was only upon his seventeenth year that he revealed to his ill mother his interests, or rather lack of interests in romance with the town's woman. He was quickly shut out of his mother's life and shunned from existence in the town. This made him become depressed and paranoid about people in general. <br><br>At the turning of his twenty-first birthday Meg took in a young man into his life and home. He could barely afford himself, but he found a way to support the young lad. While weeks became months and months to years the now grown Meg was completely smitten by the romance he had with his white haired lover, Rath Nythum. He was a devoted lover and would do anything for they still youthful looking male he cherished and adored. <br><br>During a gathering of herbs and spices it was concluded that Rath had been abducted and was in need of help. Meg, being the man he was quickly followed after and tracked the kidnappers. Low and behold it had been a group of vampires that had abducted the young and naive man. <br><br>It was then that Meg did everything in his power to allow for the young man's safety only to find that the subtle things he never thought of were signs that his young lover was in reality a vampire as well. <br><br>Dropping to his knees Meg was battered and bruised as he tried still to fight for the man he still knew to be his one true love. Upon his death Meg swore his love to Rath and awaited his last moment on this plain. As Rath lay witness he took it upon himself to grant the man a life as an immortal as he took Meg and escaped the area. <br><br>Kissing him tenderly on the lips Rath bore a life anew. Meg would now await the hour that he too would be reborn and become a vampire halfling. Hours passed and the clock struck the time in which all vampires rise anew and as all others have, Meg too was reborn. <br><br>As Meg awoke Rath greeted him happily and revealed the new news to him. At first this seemed like a dream, but finally as Meg's stomach turned in dire straights for the need of something that human food would not subside he could only guess that it was true. He hated this blessing and wished for his own eternal damnation as he detested mankind and vampire alike. It was then all too easy for him to fall out of love with this man he once called his eternal lover, and their now eternal love. <br><br>As time passed and decades and centuries went by him Meg entered a school where he thought he could find easy meals to leech upon. All the young men so eager and ready for harvest there. It was then that he became a night teacher at the school for the theater class; a class he had a great talent for as he had for centuries acted his way into the hearts of millions. <br><br>He now lurks in the auditorium where he teaches his students. It is not uncommon though for him to seek out a specimen and take them as his favored student until he has a taste of their faint crimson juices. <br><br>Previous post reference:<br><br><strong>(Reference one)</strong> <br><br>From the distance came the woman notoriously known as the woman who had bedded ten thousand men. This meant nothing as a title to the geisha, but it meant that as a ninja, she had killed each one as well. Her orange hair was hit by the brutal beams as she reached the gates. Her moonlight colored eyes became yellow as the heat sunk in. Making the aged winkles on her rather young face fad slightly. Her eyes smiled as she stood there in front of the shinobi watching her every move. They stood beside one another as they closed off the opening into the village. <br><br>“State your purpose here.” They both choired in unison, their voices housing predominant male tones. It was obvious that neither were going to let her in as easily as she wanted them too, but she did not come unprepared. <br><br>She looked at them both with a flicker of her now yellow and grey eyes as the dry wind blew against her exposed form. It was then that she handed them a parchment with only a simple letter written on it and they nodded as they gazed upon it’s image. They did not see what was written on the paper, to them it was a legitimate passport. They stepped aside and allowed for her passage. <br><br>It was only after one continued to stare at the document to see it was fake, he headed towards her as she turned and chuckled at him with another deep stare. For a moment he looked about and struggled until he finally stopped in his place. She snickered with a Cheshire grin as she watched the motionless body before her. <br><br>“It looks like you weren’t staring at my eyes…” She huffed as she gathered her things and looked over the entire village from its mouth. She sighed to herself as she looked upon the people there with a warm and always motherly smile. <br><br>"I'm not here to hurt anyone, so please don't get the wrong impression." She said, still talking to the now out of commission nin behind her. Placing her hand on her hip she batted eyes at a passerby and asked for a tour of the village, being as persuasive as always. <br><br>Sawa fallowed the man that she had persuaded to give her a full tour, but paused as he asked her where she was heading. This made her speechless as she tried to gather her thought. Just what did she need from here? She couldn’t just plea for help in Konohagakure, but what else was she to do? Her dear young son was stuck in it’s confines under rule of another village. If they needed help she needed to keep from getting caught. <br><br>“I need to find a place to stay for a while, you guys got a place to sit down and have a drink?” She said, the child in her taking over as she gave a warm hearted grin from ear to ear. She was bad this way, trying to drown out the bad with burning liquids of intoxication. Why not? When the mind is so easily taken in, why not reward it with sickening displeasure. <br><br>The man nodded and pointed out a place in the distance, it was then that Sawa nodded as well and offered him to go along and journey elsewhere. She didn’t need an escort for where she was going, it was simply none essential. His eyes looked slightly different as he looked about strangely before finally bowed slightly to her and lastly leaving her where she was. <br><br>Her eyes searched back at the two nin she had attacked, she knew they’d be waking soon and that she would need to make haste quickly. As a few moments passed they starting to wake and as such she needed to leave from the area now. Steping lightly she anchored her heels on to some rocks and triggered her platform boots to force the long deadly stakes to lift her entire body and project herself into the air. <br><br>As she got far enough up the wall she forced the stakes in it's hard surface and caught herself on the side. This was because of her "balance issues" she had no use for normal chakra controlled walking. She had to use these powerful devices or else she would fall due to her top heavy body because of her large chest. She glanced back down as she listened for voices in wait. The men would surely be looking for her if she was to head directly to the Sake bar, so she decided it best to stay a little while longer and hide until her face was covered by the depths of night. <br><br>If only they knew her intentions, and if only they knew the feeling of a mother when she was taken from her dear child. Sawa was not here to harm a soul, she was there to try and save a few... <br><br><strong>(Reference two)</strong> <br><br>As Sawa approached the bar she became less worried about being caught. The entrance nin were the only ones who had seen her, and they were probably waking wondering how to find her. Who would think of looking in a bar? If they had that kind of time on their hands they might as well have taken her in right there, is so, they were obviously on a higher quota rage than she. <br><br>She shrugged though, walking into the bar she held herself in her usual manner. Her pendulum like hourglass figure making a controlled and liquid like sway over to a seat between two highly intoxicated younger nin. At her full bloom, and steady age of thirty-two she had a taste for younger men. They were innocent, they were naive, but most of all, they were easy to manipulate. <br><br>Ever since her relations as a young woman Sawa had become cold to romance. It was now only a matter of physical wants and desires that made her crave the flesh of men. That was at least, what she wanted people to think. Inside of her was a young child, still scared and lonely from a fate that she felt she had placed on herself. Even if those wounds were ever to heal completely she knew that the scars would never fade. <br><br>As the seams of her heart become weakened and began to open with pain she had rested firmly in her being she ordered and took a large shot of the strong liquor before her. It's burn blazing down her sleek throat as it eat it's way down to her stomach. The powerful pinch bringing a tear to her eye as she felt what would be her collar line growing hot. It had not taken but six shots before she had forgotten even her purpose for being here. <br><br>Looking to a group of ninja she listened to a conversation that they were having very loudly in the center of the bar. Had she not been so intoxicated she would have been more coy in her actions. She watched as one man hung onto his fellow team mate and laughed at his own expense. His voice projected across the table and easily met her ears off to the distant side of the bar. <br><br>“This kid, I swear...” He started as he chugged down a large glass of liquor. “He was so pathetic... he took it without any hesitation. I don't even know if he knew what it was!” They all laughed after as he snorted his laughter to a higher degree. “Those Aiyoku, man... not the most stable people in the world.” <br><br>Another voice of the group chimed in as the uproar died down. His voice very different from the others, almost too quickly paced for untrained ears to understand. “Yeah, but I hear that mother of his is a piece of art. I wouldn't mind putting a seal on her...” He laughed this conversation beginning to reveal more and more exactly who it was they were talking about. The first man took another drink from his large glass. <br><br>“Yeah, but you know what they say about those kind, eh?” He asked, tapping his crown with his index finger. “Does insanity ring a bell?” Once more they all laughed as they tried to convince him to continue on. “I bet that kid is probably hurting now, that or he's dead!” He chuckled as a shuriken was tossed by his face and landed on the wall behind him on the other side of the room. He turned to look in Sawa's direction, very upset eyes looking back at him. <br><br>“You can talk bad about me all you want kid, but don't <em>ever</em> joke about my son's life in my presence. YOU HEAR ME?!?!” She screamed as she got up from her place on the bar stool and began to walk over to their table. <br><br>It didn't take long to figure out who this woman was, she was not only angry by his words, she fit the description exactly. As she neared one of the men got up and started to head at her with a kunai in hand, his voice fallowing his body quickly behind as he got to her in lightning speed. “Hm, I wonder if the rumors are true then... They say you're a goddess of silk sheets around these parts...” the man grinned widely, baring his teeth as he chuckled slow and deeply. <br><br>Sawa looked unchanged in her bitter rage as she did not once look the man in the eye. Her eyes instead focused directly in front of her, where the offender was sitting. With minimal acknowledgment she continued forward and spoke in a simplistic tone. “Only men with bigger <em>salaries</em> than yours get to find that out...” <br><br>At this the man looked provoked, he started to attack her and was quickly stopped by her hand. She did not possess super human ability, she merely held inside of her the pent up rage of a mother who's baby was being tortured before her very eyes. The adrenaline rose inside of her body as she grinned and shoved the man aside and into a broom closet nearby. The moment she did she pulled up a chair and forced it against the door behind her. <br><br>She sat down and propped her legs up on the table a couple of feet way from the chair. As she did she looked into the eyes of the other young men and narrowed her eyes, her usually kind and good mannered person being shaken from it's roots. Her voice carried well here in the now silent tavern, and so she spoke out to the rest of them. “So, mind telling me were my precious little angel was last seen? Or do I have to get persuasive...” <br><br>As she said this she clicked a trigger in her large platform boots and her long and dangerous stakes bolted through them with great speed. As she saw the look on their faces she chuckled aloud to herself. She was not an evil woman, she was just a protective mother. <br><br>A man from the wall rushed in, panting loudly as he reached some of his comrades in relief. He needed to pull these men from their off time and bring them to the entry. There had been an invasion by more chitori members, these ones appearing to be less of a threat, but that meant nothing to how many nin should be brought to bring them down. After the first encounter, there was no reason for taking any of these missing nin lightly. <br><br>"I need everyone to get to the wall," He panted heavily, not ready to speak from his intense run over but forced himself to anyway. "More Chitori members are here..." <br><br>The impact of Sawa's threat seemed to whither as this shocking news rattled into the tavern. She sighed as the men scurried about and asking questions and getting ready to leave. Behind the door that she had trapped the man came a muffled voice that seemed to be curious about the event as well. <br><br>"What do they look like this time? I heard the last pair had a really hot babe in it!" This nin was obviously lead to the battle for intentions that were not as admirable as some others. <br><br>The messenger caught his breath and started in on their descriptions, one sounding unusually familiar, but yet very different. Her son had all his limbs, his eyes, and he wasn't part of the Chitori. Th man continued as he brought it to their attention that the young, chunky kid had used a paralysis on the entry nin.<br><br>She gasped loudly as she came to a devastating realization. This member, had just used a paralysis tonic to freeze the members in their footsteps. He was also described as a very young grey haired boy. It was enough for Sawa to stand up from her place and exit the vicinity. If nothing else, these chitori members where worth checking out. Even if it was a almost unrealistic chance, she was willing to bargain in hopes of finding her little boy that had been harmed out in the deserted wastes. <br><br>She pushed through the squabbling nin and slipped out without great amounts of suspicion. She walked down the cobble path and readied herself for anything. <br><br><strong>(Reference Three) </strong> <br><br>As Sawa ventured off into the distance the harsh beams began to beat down on her light orange hair. She had no place to go really, she was simply leading off to where she could. So long as her feet were taking her away from her boy there would be no way for her to go back on her words. A pain inside of herself flushed over her body as she clenched at her chest. This was not her first time experiencing this feeling, but she always had assumed it to be closely related to her chest size and never thought much of it. <br><br>Dropping to her knees her bare fleshed legs hit the burning granite under her. It caused the flesh the scold slightly as she hunched over and wrapped both arms around her midsection. The tears that became stolen from her eyes dried so quickly that not a single bead fell to the dry ground. Though she was in pain, she still held her fake smile on her face. <br><br>“Smile so the world doesn't know your crying,” She started, talking only to herself. This poem, something she herself had written to remind her of what her horoscope, Libra was meant for. She started to cry as it quickly changed to a very broken chuckle “Laugh so hard it stifles the weeping.” <br><br>She quivered as the sharp pain pierced through her heart once more and she clasped it tightly again, gritting her teeth as she felt the pain boil into something somewhat conceivable again. <br><br>“Don't let them know inside you're dying,” She huffed as she tried to make her words come out, they were the only thing that was keeping her going now. “Or that you sanity is slowly slipping away.” <br><br>The heat was unkind to her as she tried to bring herself back to her feet once more and push on, where she was headed she did not know, but she would gladly keep pushing if it meant she was doing what she felt was best for Nanashi. She wasn't a perfect mother, she wasn't even a good mother in her eyes, but she knew that there came a time when a person has to take their losses and cash their chips before they loose everything. It seemed that day was finally at hand. <br><br>She wanted to press forward and continue on, but he mind and legs were numb to her will now, they were acting only as they could manage. She had abused them that right for so long. <br><br>*** <br><br>After some time of trying to fight her desire to rejoin the boy her mind started to question the things they had seemed to neglect all that time prior. Was she being as unforgiving as her own son now? She has vowed to make it her life's goal to find someway for him to forgive her. With a bit of ponder she wondered if this really was true, that she herself had fallen victim to the same blunt actions that she had suffered from because of her young son. <br><br>Turning back her feet took her back towards to place she had left before. She couldn't just leave her only son, her young baby to be taken by that older nin with the markings. She had to do what she had to protect him. After all, if he was against the world there was one person that no matter how far he treaded would always welcome him back into her arms with love and affection, and that was her. <br><br>As Sawa returned once more to rest her eyes on the sight before her she was taken back with great shock. She had not taken the situation too heavily, but rather too lightly. Her eyes focused on the lump of sand that clung to the ground as a man wielded it from his standing place. <br><br>The sand still harshly beating down at her as her eyes began to water from the particles. There rested one of the beasts of legend, something she had never once imagined she would lay witness to in her lifetime. Looking only minutely like the young boy she felt it was easy to assume this was her son, the boy who had sold his very life to gain a power such like this. <br><br>Her assumption was based on two things, the creatures height, and Nanashi's disappearance. She had not been gone long enough for the boy to have up and left ragingly into the night. It was too soon, especially since there were still people here. He was certainly not the type to simply give in, and she knew this more than anyone. <br><br>She looked at the other, older boy as the wall near them began to crumble. Her main focus though, was on the boy that had been attacked with the intense sand. She took not of the young sand user, and darted in his direction. Sliding along the falling rocks she was hit by two oncoming rocks as they became loose from the once solid wall. Cutting her left arm, and right cheek she pushed forward, the direct path seeming blocked as she triggered once more the stakes to force her to a great height along the entrance wall. <br><br>Feeling the gravity take hold of her upward motion she made a fine flip over the attacker and began a descend down upon him. Her long and thick stake heels of her platform shoes ready in wait for contact. This attack much different form her usual, seductive attacks as she poured her entire brute strength into this descending kick upon the young man. <br><br>It was not like a battle anymore, this was the fury of a mother as she witnessed her baby get hurt. She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't feel anything, she could only focus herself on that place of pure impact that was getting closer and closer. <br><br>I worned you sand nin, noone touches my baby! Echoed in her head, but the attack called for silence as she had swiftly raced up on him. The sand cushioning her usually noticable hollow sounding platforms as she forced her way through. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chocobochaos</strong> on <strong>21-03-2008, 00:43:03</strong>
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				User Name:&nbsp; Chocobochaos<br>Last Name:&nbsp; Aiyoku<br>First Name:&nbsp; Nanashi<br>*Optional* Nickname(s):&nbsp; N/A<br>Birthdate:&nbsp; Nov. 17 (Scorpio)<br>Age: 16<br>Kinks:&nbsp; Chubbies, Dominant Males. <br>Fetishes:&nbsp; Feederism, Belittling, Verbal Fetish, and Embarrassment.<br>Species:&nbsp; Human<br>Appearance: <br>(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h176/RathNythum/my%20arts/Nanashicompletecopy.jpg)<br>Height: 5’9<br>Weight:&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>During this freshman year Nanashi had been a bully in all aspects.&nbsp; He sees anyone that is less able to hide their feelings a lesser person and thusly not in need of his kindness.&nbsp; Psychologically, this is probably his recoil to allow himself the ability not to be hurt himself.&nbsp; He is, in actuality, a very easily shattered young man.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He is very intelligent and seems to get around a 3.9-4.0 GPA.&nbsp; He only lacks in one class; P.E. his nightmare come true.&nbsp; Failing each time he has had to take this simple credit well over five times.&nbsp; 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>
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