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1Sons of the Leaf. Empty Sons of the Leaf. on Wed Apr 10, 2019 10:50 pm

Takao

Takao



Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

A ceaselessly steady rhythm of heavy footsteps filled empty halls, echoing to fill every corner and crevasse. He was busy-- this was not unusual, given the monumental responsibility he had taken on-- but he was busy in an unexpected regard as of late. Individuals were flocking the village, again, not unusual at surface level, but the context of their arrival was interesting, if not concerning. Defectors, shinobi deemed 'missing in action', and 'travelers' who had decided to abandon the village that had invested into their training. Those such individuals were in worrisome abundance.

The soles of his boots pounded against the concrete floor; his pace was not leisurely, not was it hasty, it was a healthy middle ground, walking with purpose to their destination. Not unlike an incident that occurred just a few days prior, a shinobi was being held for questioning. This time, however, there was a personal connection that demanded his presence. He had a personal, deep-seeded hatred for defectors and deserters, and the intensity of such passion only swelled when his own flesh and blood found itself mixed into the equation.

Captain Heizo, one of many commanding members of the Hidden Leaf's countless Black Ops divisions, had informed him that an individual, making the claim that they were one 'Suutei Kimura', was currently being held in custody of the ANBU in the Heizo Questioning Chambers. He hadn't heard the name in years and nearly hadn't the mind to recall the memory from his subconscious, but upon doing so, he was directed to the 'tenth' floor of the aforementioned interrogation building, hidden deep within the core of the Hokage Monument's mountain. Down ten flights of steps and through a plethora of winding, labryinth-esque hallways lead Takao to a solid metal door with a closed slot at eye level.

Perhaps the occupants of that particular room might have felt the overbearing demeanor that he carried before they heard or saw him, residual wisps of the Black Origin Threshold spilling out unconsciously en route, creating a noticeably oppressive pressure in the air. His black eyes, cold as the corridor he stood in, stared unwavering at the numbers, 'ten-oh-three', emblazoned into the steel of the door.

He did not knock, and instead reached for the handle. It was unlocked. He pushed it inward and was greeted by the sight of a dimly lit room, illuminated by a single ceiling light dangling above a metal table. Concrete eclipsed the room on all sides, floor and ceiling included. The Black Ops' interrogation rooms were not meant to be warm, nor were they meant to be inviting, comfortable, pleasant. They were built to break a man down psychologically, to place them in such a hostile environment that they would exhaust themselves on their own discomfort, and eventually, they would speak. It wasn't necessarily needed in this case, merely a show of power, a demonstration to set the pace of the conversation that had yet to come.

Takao stepped inside and closed the door behind him without his gaze leaving the individual in the room. Dressed in what at a glance appeared to be the traditional Jōnin getup, a second glance would reveal it was darker, the unsaturated green was dark, almost black to match his underclothing. The sleeves of his undershirt were rolled up to his elbows, displaying the myriad of scars that decorated the surface of his arms. His neutral expression revealed nothing, not a semblance of emotion or intention given away. His arms folded at his chest, and his gaze lingered on the form of the room's only other occupant.

"We have a lot to discuss."

TOTAL WC

615

2Sons of the Leaf. Empty Re: Sons of the Leaf. on Thu Apr 11, 2019 6:01 am

Suutei

Suutei

Special Jounin
Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

Suutei's return to the Village Hidden in the Leaf was by far no walk in the park. His original intentions involved stopping by his parents' home and surprising them of his homecoming. Taking a trip to both of his alma mater to visit a few folks. Show his Mentor around the Village, the only one he'd in fact never visited in his forty-two years of life.  Find out how to rejoin the ranks of Konohagakure, and take up leading his own Squad of Genin. Find a nice girl who he could get to know, and maybe even inevitably settle down with said girl. It had been years since he’d been in Konoha, and he had a lot of things to catch up on. Yet, instead of a warm welcome from his parents, rekindling of old flames, and the quest for love.

The young man with the streak of white hair sat uncomfortably in a chair cold as ice. A low hanging light fixture provided just enough visibility for the young man to make out shapes. It was strenuous on the eyes of a normal person, but what contents lied in this room did not pique his interest in the slightest. It made more sense for him to meditate, and reinforce his psyche in preparation for what was to come. It wasn’t the first interrogation that he’d been in, and it would be no different from those. He closed his eyes focusing all of his energy on his breathing, biding his energy until he felt weightless until he was unable to feel any tangible thing in his vicinity.

A few moments passed and he’d given up on his meditation. It wasn’t easy to focus his mind when his thirst longed to be quenched and his belly required substance. “Whoever’s out there do you mind fetching me a drink, preferably some kind of fruit juice, been trying to cut back on the sugar!” He called out to receive no answer. His hands were bound suggesting that they wanted to minimize the likelihood of him getting physical, but he wasn’t that kind of livewire these days. That being said this allowed him to infer he was dealing with someone who knew him well. That, someone, was now entering the room via a heavy metal door.

The color spectrum of their clothing was literally the opposite of his own. Colors dark enough to mask them under the cover of night, and make them stick out like a sore thumb in the day. “Oh. Well, look at that I called for Room Service and got the twenty-four-hour concierge. Glad you’re here actually, looks like my room’s mini fridge hasn't been restocked.” He said with a coy smirk across his lips, he loved these cheesy bad cop routines with the ANBU. He moved his legs, tucking one under the other to make himself more comfortable. As his body slowly ascended into the air and hovered in that exact spot.

A cheeky smiled spread across his lips. He hovered above his seat trying to get a good look at his questioner. The glow of the light was angled perfectly to mask this figures identity from the neck up, while at the same time radiating over Suutei revealing every little detail. He took two things away from the strangers' sudden entrance. Clue one, he had many scars on his arms, similar to the ones that lined his back. Clue two, the tone of their voice; deep, brash, and monotone with no syllable being overemphasized. “I agree we have lots to talk about, so how about we start with our names. Hi. I’m Suutei, and you are?” He said while behaving impishly, he threw his head to the side moving the tuft of white hair out of his eye.

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645


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3Sons of the Leaf. Empty Re: Sons of the Leaf. on Thu Apr 11, 2019 8:59 am

Takao

Takao



Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

Nothing about their initial reaction sparked a change in expression. Even as the shinobi before him hovered off the ground, Takao's eyes stayed cold as ice, black, piercing hues boring into the target of their fixation with uncomfortable ease. Eye contact was not something he would shy away from, quite the opposite in fact, it was a useful tool when so few were willing to reciprocate. It made their positions in the interaction's hierarchy clear, or so he believed.

"Suutei Kimura," Takao said, making it abundantly clear that the introductions were unnecessary, for Takao knew everything there was to know in that regard.

"I know your name. Former shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. At some point, you left the village, joined the Hidden Stone, and became Captain of the Monoliths." It took a considerable amount of energy not to roll his eyes as his sentence came to a close, forced to taste the name of another village's pointless organization on his tongue as he spoke. They were in unfortunate abundance with precious little purpose beyond providing the members with a sensation of elite. Of course, he didn't know the exact inner workings of the minds that developed them or the minds that partook in their activities, so his opinions were merely assumption.

Takao's hand gripped the back of the empty hair closest to him, opposite of Suutei, and pulled it out. He sat down, rested his back straight against the chair, all without his gaze leaving Suutei for even an observable instant.

"I'm uninterested in introductions." Takao admitted, his arms folding at his chest.

"I want to know what a ranking member of the Hidden Stone-- namely a former Leaf shinobi-- is doing here."

As he spoke, chakra flared in his gut and coursed through the pathways in his body leading skyward. Circulating behind his eyes, the black orbs flared, shimmered, and were lit aflame like the spark of a match. Onyx hues were replaced with orange and red, flickering and glowering like fire itself. The Eye of Cinder rested firmly on Suutei, Takao's own manner of 'introduction', although the true purpose was twofold. As he stared firmly at Suutei's face, he intended to read even the most minute shifts in temperature, and keep on eye on potential lies. Moreover, he knew that Suutei would be aware of what his eyes meant, and what he was doing, acting was both a warning, and a deterrent.

"I expect your answer to be thorough, and honest."

TOTAL WC
+420
1,035

4Sons of the Leaf. Empty Re: Sons of the Leaf. on Thu Apr 11, 2019 4:45 pm

Suutei

Suutei

Special Jounin
Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

The young man could feel a shiver down his spine, from the unnerving feeling of being watched. While he couldn’t see this man’s eyes, he knew that he was watching him. It didn’t bother the young man in the slightest actually, but the fact he couldn’t see his face creeped him out a bit. The boy swung his head from side to side playfully. He closed his eyes but not as a sign of submission to fear, but more so to mock this man that sat before him. Knowing that this man couldn’t kill him without Suutei giving him what he wanted. He knew this man couldn’t kill him based on the fact he knew he was needed, otherwise they wouldn’t be having this little chitchat now. As a former ANBU member he knew all too well the tricks of the trade, and the dirt on their hands ‘for the sake of the village’.

If he didn’t know any better last he checked it sounded as if he were a wanted shinobi. Although, when it crossed his mind he technically is considered a ‘Missing Ninja’ by Iwagakure standards. Deserting a Village without a formal discharge was frowned upon in the ninja world. He was very familiar with the process because, he was discharged from the Ranks of Konohagakure by Sousetsu Senju himself. Who the young man presumed was the currently active Hokage in Office. Although that was many years ago, he hadn’t kept tabs on his hometown, nor did he choose to indulge in the international dealings between Iwagakure and Konohagakure. “Oh please just call me Suu, you should know that anyway. It’s not like this is our first time.” He replied still making light of the situation.

“You’ve done your homework, but I don’t think you studied for the test. I didn’t just leave the village buddy, I was given permission to sever my allegiance to the village, I was given a formal audience with Lord Sousetsu himself years ago.” He snarled with nothing but facts for his ass. He felt his ego get stroked a little bit, by his notable achievement of becoming Captain. He led plenty of skirmishes and covert operations with the Monoliths. Event still nothing that would ever jeopardize his relations with his hometown. “You know I still find it funny that you know so much about me, but being we are so well acquainted. Why do you feel the need to hide your face in the shadows?” He prodded his captor for his own questions to be answered.

He could feel the chakra coursing through his captors’ body, the pressure alone was suffocating. ‘I can handle this, it’s the oldest trick in the book.’ He thought to himself enveloping himself in a thin layer of charka, protecting himself from choking on the air in the room. From within those shadows where his captor sat, it looked as if two orbs were lit ablaze. It looked awfully familiar to the aftermath of Suutei using the Kimura clan Dojutsu. To put this theory to the test he closed his eyes, allowing his chakra to flow gracefully to his eyes. The young man’s crystal blue iris was set ablaze in the light, similar to the burning of a high quality cigar. Suutei hadn’t trained his eye to perfection, but his skill was intermediate at best.

“Oh would you look at that, you are a Kimura, a skilled one at that.” He was rejoiced to be in the presence of his own kind. Another Son of the Leaf, made this predicament even more interesting. The two figures in the room locked eyes for what felt like forever, the only sound that could be heard was a low cackling of fire. “You want me to give you answers, but who’s to say I won’t lie to you. And even if I didn’t why exactly do I have to explain myself, after all this is a test after all.” He retorted while keeping the inappropriately cheery tone to his voice.

“But, for a fellow family member of course I will oblige the request.” He reassured that his captor would get what he wanted, but he’d have to earn every bit of it. “I’m here because I miss my Village, I miss the people, and I miss the food. Is it so hard to comprehend someone missing their homeland.” He replied with joy, even though his honest was true the thrill of interrogation was fun. He was a bit of a sadist when it came to these situations, he wanted to what exactly his clansmen’s angle was. This was a dilemma he had with his clan, and their extreme sense of nationalism.

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803/1448


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5Sons of the Leaf. Empty Re: Sons of the Leaf. on Sun Apr 14, 2019 11:20 pm

Takao

Takao



Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

"Cheeky," Takao said, his monotone voice rumbling deep in his chest, in response to the quip that Suutei offered in response.

Takao's hands steeped on the desk. His eyes that glowered in the shadows, clear as day in contrast to the majority of his body that was obscured, only his bare, scarred forearms and hands immediately visible in the light. His body didn't move, no shaking or idly twitching, almost as if he were a statue or a corpse. It was subtle, but noticeable enough to a trained eye.

"I don't like cheeky."

Slowly reclining into the back of the chair he sat, Takao let silence overtake them for a moment, lamenting on what he was told. Takao knew the full story. He knew that 'permission' had been granted. He knew that, for all intents and purposes at the time, it was a legal departure from the village. However, one trifecta of words from that thought lingered. At the time.

He let Suutei continue, let him prod and poke with questions atop questions, letting him fall into the false sense that he had any semblance of power in determining where their conversation went. Talk and talk, Takao merely listened quietly, his eyes never once twitching or moving from the object of their complete fixation, just like his body.

Then, Takao stood. He moved around the table with purpose, only taking four steps to reach Suutei. His hand rose, reaching for his kinsmen's shirt collar. He wasn't using the fullest extent of his physical capabilities to do so, but it was more than enough, he reckoned, to catch Suutei off guard, and if he did, his other hand would grab for Suutei's own right arm. In the same motion, he would pull his collar down and pin Suutei's arm behind his back, forcing him up against the wall, and grip his wrist hard enough to pinch the radius and ulna of his forearms.

"I will make myself perfectly clear," Takao said, words escaping like venom, enunciation of particular syllables more emphasized to express the severity of the situation.

"Do not overestimate your importance to me," Takao said, digits curling tightly around the fabric intertwined betwixt them.

"I don't give a shit what any of the old Hokage said or did. The Leaf has been plagued for over a decade with incompetent leadership, and I have every intention to change that. Right now, you're a massive security risk, your life is in my fuckin' hands, and I'm looking for reasons not to scrub the floor with your face-- and if you make one more quip, I swear to the Sage, I will shove your arm so far up your ass that you'll be able to work your mouth like a puppet." Squeezing the limb a bit more, Takao's arms flexed and he pushed Suutei harder against the wall.

"Now, if the next words out of your mouth aren't "I understand, Sir", then I will make your arm bend in ways you never imagined possible. Do you understand?"

Takao would wait for Suutei's response, fully intend on living up to his threats if he was not given the answer he demanded. If he was, he would continue.

"I want to know--" Takao said, squeezing Suutei's arm tightly again. "--and you better not fucking lie--"

"I'm not stupid enough to believe that you're just visiting home right after the Hokage was assassinated. Coincidence is bullshit. Who sent you? Was it Tsuyo? Or was it the new Tsuchikage?" The guttural tone of his voice was in stark contrast to the monotone he'd worn so effortlessly earlier.

"Why shouldn't I burn you down into a nice pile of fuckin' ash right here?"

TOTAL WC
+635
1,670

6Sons of the Leaf. Empty Re: Sons of the Leaf. on Wed Apr 17, 2019 6:31 pm

Suutei

Suutei

Special Jounin
Sons of the Leaf. D6ehE4O

"Trust me I can tell you don’t like cheeky.” He retorted sarcastically while rolling his eyes, as he let out a half-suppressed laugh. He felt a clench around his shirt collar, a firm grip on his wrist, and a forceful slam against the nearby cold cement wall. The abrupt motion, was so fast it left him in a head spin. Unexpectedly, to even his own surprise, he burst out into a fit of laughter from the assault. “HAHAHAA! Oh, Ow Oh! HAHAHAAA! Hey come on now were family is that a reason to be so rough!” He mocked his kinsmen’s overplayed interrogation tactics, in an attempt to rile the man up some more. Even though it had been a long time since he’d been home, he knew a majority of everyone in his family, and he would discover this one’s identity sure enough.

“You are much more energetic now than you were earlier. I’m loving this hehe!” He teased again as he felt the pressure in his forearm pinch in the most minute of places. He let every word resonate throughout his being, as the bigger male spoke directly into his ear. The warm moisture from his breath tickling his earlobe, forcing him to double over in hysteria. “Well what do you know! Here I was thinking I had the problem with authority. Just goes to show were more alike than I thought. Haha.” Suutei’s laughter remained persistent while in his clutches. Playing dangerously with fire at this point, he continued, “Sounds like a struck a nerve there eh?” He made breaking his arm sound more and more tempting to his interrogator.

“Well. That’s an interesting bit of information you shared there. Was the assassination your fault too?” he teased feeling the man’s grip become excruciatingly tight. “Ow ow, come on now how’re you going to get your answers huh? Well I can share with you that I have no idea who this Tsuyo is, I’m actually what some would call a Deserter to the Hidden Stone Village at this point. I’m actually seeking refuge if you want the complete truth, I was hiding out in the Hidden Sand Village, before it was mixed into the sand if you catch my drift.” He gulped remembering the entire village being razed into nothingness, barely a trace of anything remaining that was there. The memory was a bit daunting to say the least, things got out of control really sudden that day.  

He thought to himself about whether or not it would matter if he explained why he left Iwagakure, but at this point how bad could things be. “Huh, a new Tsuchikage? Now I’m hurt on the outside and the inside, and after everything I did for that village; you think you know a guy huh?” He rambled on as his eyes wandered the room, and knew things would get out of hand pretty soon. “Alright cut me a deal eh? Haggle with me for a bit. If you are able to put in a word for my citizenship to be reinstated, I’ll share with you all as much as I learned while serving in Iwagakure.” He awaited an answer believing he could foresee his response.  

Should the interrogator oblige and concede to the deal Suutei would willingly share the following. “Well while I’m not one hundred percent sure whether this was a direct order from Lord Akira at the time, but I got word that they were staging an attack against Konohagakure. I was meant to take point on this attack, but when this info was brought to me, I declined and snuck out of the village that same night. Which now leads me to wonder, could the assassination of the Hokage...Hmm.” He explained as he tried to map out the bits and pieces of everything that transpired prior to him going into hiding. He actually was genuinely concerned on whether or not the Hidden Stone would still try to invade the Fire Country. If that were to happen it surely would spark some chaos, potentially starting a world war stemming from this assassination.

"Well now that I know you are the Interim Hokage, what can you expect to do to change the way things have been." He asked an honest question, that he believed wasn't asked enough of the Kage. Something his mentor questioned a lot, usually when he was drunk, but it had a deeper meaning. He felt that same hate and frustration for the Kage from this man when he questioned their leadership. "I'm curious what did you think about our own, as the Hokage. I idolized him for quite awhile, and I even met him once while serving Iwagakure. He was...interesting to say the least. I still have a high respect for him, but I'm my own man now." He went on to share his personal thoughts, while still pinned to the cold cement.

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838/2286


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