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1 Willingly Gone [Open | No Kill] on Mon Sep 10, 2018 9:47 pm



Rays of sunlight scattered through the looming tree-tops of the forest as the cart slowly drew closer to its destination. Large enough for a small group of adults, it was being pulled by two horses which, in-turn, were being manned by frail, old man. He appeared to at-least being in his mid-to-late seventies and, aside from the unremarkable clothing he wore, bore the hitai-ate of Konoha. His passengers consisted of three people who, when compared to the old coachman, made the wizened dog seem like he was some sort of noble. Two of the passengers were mother and child, their clothing torn and their bodies scratched and bruised. They kept their eyes closed as they mourned in silence, the child enveloped in their mother's embrace as they sat on her lap. The third passenger, who sat opposite to them on the cart, was of an entirely different sort.

Even while sitting, he dwarfed his fellow passengers by an astounding amount, with the top of the mother's head hardly even reaching the bottom of the giant's chest. Not only that, but his skin was devoid of any natural human coloration. It was not fair, dark, tan, nor even pale. Rather, it was a dark gray that seemed more at home on stones or metal. His skin, strangely enough, was also devoid of any hair. His head shared this same trait, being completely bald of any hair. Decorating his head was sort of red tattoo, wrapping around it and disappearing into his Sunagakure-issued chunin vest. Perhaps his most damning features were his mouth and eyes. His eyes lacked the regularly whiteness that was common to essentially every normal human. Rather, in place of it, was Dankness. A pitch blackness which was filled with the white orb that was his irises. His mouth, on the other hand, was filled with sharp fangs that befitted a wolf than a man. Each one capable of ripping and tearing flesh asunder. His arms were large and strong, their muscularity being very visible, while his big hands ended in claws. Upon his right bicep was his hitai-ate, tied around it and displaying the once proud symbol of the Village Hidden in the Sands.

Despite the inherent ferociousness that this monster of a shinobi had, his eyes betrayed his true nature. For in these unnatural and beastly eyes was sadness. The sadness which one may experience at the death of a beloved. The sadness which one may feel at failing greatly in their duty. The sadness which one may carry for realizing that everything was now lost..... and that they can do nothing to bring it back.

The giant, Zaiaku, stared at nothing in particular as they passed nothing but a sea of green. His attire, though easily distinguishing him as a ninja, was in tatters while he himself was disheveled. He didn't even have sandals. He hadn't slept since he first started this slow journey to the Hi no Kuni, with dark bags hanging under his eyes to enunciate this. He didn't want sleep, nay, he couldn't. Not if he wanted to see THAT again. He was in no mood for it. So instead, Zaiaku laid in a sorrow-laced stupor, his mind blank but his soul heavy. He would remain in this state until he felt the cart stop, to which he would rouse himself from his daze. They had arrived.

Rubbing his eyes, he would lazily exit the cart after the woman and her child, stretching out once he was able to stand again. "The Hidden Leaf.." He mused to himself as he brought his eyes to the gate and noticed a small crowd around it. It seemed there were some who would welcome the refugees, granting them water and leading them to somewhere they could stay. Or, rather, that's what they normal did. Almost all of them watched the nearly nine foot Jiendo walk slowly towards them, his large body battered and his spirits crushed. A few of them quickly surrounding the mother and child, leading them away and granting them basic necessities, while the rest kept their distance as Zaiaku drew closer. In all honesty, he was used to this treatment. Even while Sunagakure stood many pointed and stared as he walked down its sand-paved streets, making sure to keep out of his way. This was no different.

Not wanting to face them, the giant kept his eyes on the ground as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He passed the men and women in silence, not bothering to ask for anything. He could get it himself if he really wanted to and even then, didn't even feel like he deserved it. Thus, he walked on into the village, his shinobi attire torn and ripped while he was decorated with old cuts and bruises. It must've been a sight to behold.

Zaiaku would eventually come to a stop on a more quiet street. With few people actively using it and, thus, few people ogling at him, Zaiaku would sit down against some building. Though he faced the road he kept his head down, looking onto his lap and trying his best to keep his mind empty.

TWC: 884

2 Re: Willingly Gone [Open | No Kill] on Tue Sep 11, 2018 1:58 am



Kennosuke was sitting atop a building near the gates, watching the Suna refugees slowly make their way into Konoha. He wasn't quite sure why he watched, it was not like he knew any of them or anything like that. There were some that raised voices, saying we shouldn't take the refugees in at all because what if this or what if that. Kennosuke disagreed. These people just had their homes destroyed and lives ripped a part. They lost loved ones and most of their belongings. The Hidden Leaf was right to take them in. While most of the refugees were innocent women, men, children and elders, there were an odd Shinobi here or there. None of which interested Kennosuke. He rises to his feet, ready to make his way home and train a bit but something caught his eye.

A giant of a man? Or was he a creature? Kennosuke had never seen someone such as him and the giant was even a Shinobi, given the way he was dressed. The giant walked past the welcome stations and into the Villiage, his head bowed and an over all defeated look about him. Kennosuke couldn't blame him, given what he has been through. That was one of Kennosuke's greatest fears, the Leaf Village falling and him not being able to do anything about it. It was a big part of why he was a Shinobi and why he trained so much. He followed the grey giant from the roof tops, curious on where he was going.

When he stopped and merely sat down, leaning against building, Kennosuke tilted his head, debating on rather he should leave the Shinobi alone or go down there and check on him. The giant obviously wanted to be left alone, but people in his State of mind can sometimes lose it and Kennosuke was honestly afraid someone would call him a name and he would snap. He didn't want that for the Suna shinobi, not given his circumstances. So he makes his way across the roof tops and once near enough he hops down from the roof, landing quietly in the street across from the giant Shinobi.

"Welcome to the Hidden Leaf." He pauses, taking the Shinobi's features in while not staring or being rude. "I'd ask you how your travels were but considering you look like shit, ill refrain." His words were ment as a joke and he hoped the other Shinobi would take it so. "Why dont we go grab a bite to eat. My treat. It'll do you good to get some real food in you." He begins to offer a hand, an attempt to help the giant up, but drops it as there was little he could do to help the other man up.

Wc 426

3 Re: Willingly Gone [Open | No Kill] on Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:13 pm



Zaiaku honestly didn't know what to do at this point. For the first time in years he felt utterly alone, despite the few people walking in-front of him on the deserted, silent road. He had some ryo on him but, honestly, why spend it? It's over. Sunagakure is glassed over. Countless innocents have lost their lives over nothing, including Zaiaku's own kin. "And for what?" He thought to himself, grief resonating from his very soul. He couldn't even fathom the reason for causing such desolation. The village was in a bad spot, sure, but to cause so much unwarranted death? To rob the livelihoods of those who had nothing to do with it? That is monstrous, simply monstrous. If only Zaiaku managed to find out who the attackers were. Oh, the myriad ways he would make them feel the suffering they have caused.

Finding temporary relief in his tortured mind, the grief that pervaded his spirit slowly began to morph into sadistic daydreams as he heard a voice call out to him. Looking up to the source he was, despite sitting, face to face with a young man. Spiky, black hair which was tied into a ponytail framed his overall young face, while his emerald eyes were met Zaiaku's demoniac ones. He scoffed at the boy's attempt at humor, letting out a small chuckle that was totally devoid of any mirth. He could only imagine how out of place he looked. A gray-skinned monster, wearing shinobi clothing, visibly beaten both physically and mentally. It must've been a sight to see for ninja and layman alike, especially for those unfamiliar as to what the Jiendo were.

He would stare at the boy as he listened to his invitation, seeing his hand rise and fall as he realized that helping him up that way would be fruitless due to his immense stature. Zaiaku, at first, said nothing. Rather, he very obviously observed the boy. His eyes, despite seeming to be a mixture of nothing but general exhaustion and apathy, keenly took in his features as the giant tried to deduce whether the boy was being genuine or not. Indeed, for there have been times when he was young that others would pretend to accept him and attempt to invite him to somewhere, only to be venomously tricked and ridiculed for the crime of being different.

In silence the giant shinobi would slowly raise his large right hand, as if wordlessly asking for assistance, before suddenly bringing it to the boy's head. From there Zaiaku would slowly rise, using the young man to help prop himself up. As expected, he didn't even reach above the giant's waist. Looking down onto him Zaiaku would begin speak, his tone notably quiet and devoid of any enthusiasm in any form. "Lead the way." Was the simple phrase he spoke before sliding his hands into his pockets, waiting for any sort of response from the boy.

WC: 501
TWC: 1,385

4 Re: Willingly Gone [Open | No Kill] on Sat Sep 15, 2018 12:12 am



Kennosuke studied the giant of a being, just as the giant studied him. His eyes where what bothered Kennosuke the most. He didn’t care what this Shinobi looked like, but even the eyes weren’t human. But he wasn’t afraid or meant any malice toward the other, he was curious and legitimately felt bad for the now homeless Shinobi. After a few moments of silence, the Shinobi reached up, as if to take Kennosuke’s hand, but then quickly pants his giant hand on Kennosuke’s head and uses him as a prop to help him stand. Grunting against the weight of the giant, Kennosuke doesnt speak out and once the grey skinned Shinobi was upright, Kennosuke took a moment to take his great height into account. Barely coming to the giants waist, he was boggled by the sheer size of the other Shinobi.

”You are….huge.” He says, his voice soft with a curious undertone, rather than scared or hateful. He was intrigued by the giant. Shaking his head softly, he reaches up and rights his headband that had been pushed down by the giants hand. ”Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to stare or..uh be rude. Lets go this way.” He points down the road and begins to walk. He knew there were shinobi like this one out there, those who bore little to no resemblance to humans, but he had never seen one. He tried his best not to stare so focused on talking to the man. “What would you like? We have a bit of everything here.” He looked up at the shinobi whom he walked beside and offered a smile. He knew what it was like to be all alone, perhaps not what it was like to lose everything, but being the being alone he was well acquainted with. ”I’m Kennosuke, by the way.”

He falls silent, his attention going from the grey skinned shinobi to the road before them. He saw people stop and stare at his giant companion, some frightened, while others pointed and made comments. He found his temper rising. These inconsiderate people. This man had lost everything and all these people are concerned about are his looks. He caught a few stares and returned a glare with a disgusted expression. Sure, he knew nothing about this Shinobi, but he looked utterly defeated. Let one of these people say something out of line to him and they may have to deal with the fiery wrath of the Kimura.


5 Re: Willingly Gone [Open | No Kill] on Wed Sep 19, 2018 4:17 pm



Zaiaku remained silent to the boy's awestruck words, simply rolling his eyes at what he deemed to be an obvious observation before resuming his impassive stare. Despite his rather ill-mannered attitude he felt that the young man's apology was sincere and, thus reacted appropriately. "It's fine." The giant said quietly as he slowly began to follow the boy, his large legs allowing him to cover just as much ground without needing to take as many steps. He pondered at the boy....Kennosuke's..question, not bothering to return to his pity-filled smile. He honestly didn't know what he wanted to eat. Hell, he didn't want to eat anything. He felt that starving was a better alternative with what had happened. He didn't deserve a meal. Nonetheless he didn't make this known, especially since the kid flat-out approached and offered him one. He seemed kind enough, unlike the plebeians that surrounded them.

Men, women, and children of all ages gawked at Zaiaku's ogreish appearance. Some pointed their unclawed fingers while others whispered among themselves, not really bothering to hide the fact that they were whispering. In the eyes of the oni, they were nothing but scavengers. Vultures who did nothing but peck away at whatever faith in people Zaiaku still had. "Fuckin' goblins," He murmured to himself as he kept his eyes straight ahead of him, not wanting to face their vitriolic ignorance, "the hell are they lookin' at?"

Soon enough the road widened as they entered one of the more busier districts of the village in their pursuit of food, small stands lining the sides of the street as people of numerous backgrounds eyed the seemingly mismatched duo. Still Zaiaku was silent, having yet to give an answer to what he wanted. He figured that if he actually saw his options he'd more willing to choose. Luckily for him, the smell of turkey entered his nose and caused a loud rumble in his stomach. "Where... is that coming from?" He finally said as he stopped and scanned the market stands around them, trying to find the source. His eyes eventually fell onto a small, rotund man selling just cooked meats, much to the food peddler's displeasure.

Tapping Kennosuke's shoulder with his large hand so that the boy would know where he's heading, Zaiaku would make his way to the food stand. Practically everyone even remotely in his way made ample room for the giant as they stared almost empathetically at the peddler, expecting him to be mauled or shredded by the man before them. Indeed, the peddler himself seemingly shrank as Zaiaku loomed over his entire stall, his shadow blanketing everything from the food to the man. Despite the wild implications of those around him, Zaiaku simply scanned through what the man was offering as he took in more of the delicious scents that emanated from a grill and broiler behind the man.

WC: 498
TWC: 1,883

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