Rikuda Weapon Shop

[Rikuda Hao]

This is the Rikuda Weapon Shop. A shop which carries almost every type of weapon their is. Swords, spears, kunai, etc. However this shop is mainly know for it's human looking dolls. The shop itself is dark and cold. And the minute you sent foot in you can feel a sense of death around the room. The smell of blood is all around.

The man running the shop is known as Rikuda Voltaire. An old retired ninja who was giving the nick name as the Human Puppet for when he was on mission he fought inside one of the many human puppets he has made with a deep dark secret that only two know. And that was himself and his grandson. Besides selling weapons to people here in the village, but also those who were enemies to the village for business was business to him no matter who it was by. Though of course this is another secret known to only the family.

Voltair:

[Kaguya Yoh]

After about a half an hour a hour of walking both the Jonin and his student arrived at the door of Hao's house. A questionable look on his face. Why would anyone put a shop in their house? Oh well. He looked over to Hao right before he entered. A smile entered his face. He felt the atmosphere that was in the house and to he honest he kind of liked the feeling.

He looked around the dark room his eyes focused on the puppets that were there. They were like lifeless humans. How was this man able to create such things? Well that wasn't the reason why he was here. He needed to talk to his student's obusive grandfather. Enishi stood where he was waiting for either Hao to get his grandfather out or for him to come out himself.

[Rikuda Hao]

Hao entered the shop's doors right after Enishi a shiver going down the young genin's spine. Every time he entered here he always felt sicken. He hated living in the place, but of course he didn't have a choice. Hopefully Enishi would be able to to convince his grandfather of letting him move out, but if there was one thing Hao learned his years of living with his grandfather it was 'Never to get your hopes up.... ever'

The young genin looked toward his sensei, I'll be right back with my grandfather he probably in the back making another weapon, Hao explained as he went behind the counter going through the basement door. G-Grandpa, Hao said softly a bit of fear in his voice, My sensei is here and he wants to speak to you

Right... right I was expecting Fujita-san to come, the retired ninja said with a dark chuckle as he stopped his work on a doll he was working on.

You were?

Of course you don't think that I would stay home and work on weapons while my grandson was being assigned a Jonin teacher, Voltaire said as he turned his body. He then passed up his grandson going up the stairs to the main part of the store. Welcome Fujita-san how can I help you? the old man said with a dark voice though at the same time welcoming.

[Kaguya Yoh]

Enishi said nothing as Hao went to get his grandfather. He was still trying to think of something to say. It was kind of annoying for this was actually the first time he was going to speak to with only knowing a little about them. Enishi was usually prepared but this time he wasn't.

When he heard a dark voice Enishi turned his head toward the old man eyes narrowing. He already knew his name great. Part of him wonder just how much he knew about him. "I wanted to talk to you about your grandchild, Hao," Enishi stated wanting to just get to the point.

"It seems he contains a great hate for you to a point where he actually wants to kill you. He sees it has some kind of revenge. As his sensei I believe it would be best for him to move out of here you know get away from you for a while have him move some where else in the village so that he can rid himself of his anger and his ideas of revenge." Enishi stated serious voice as he stared into the man's cold eyes.

[Rikuda Hao]

Hao narrowed his eyes in hate as Voltaire past him. There was no hope for him. Even with Enishi's sick mind. There be no way that he would win. He ran up the stairs to listen to their conversation.

What do you believe I'm not aware of this? Voltaire asked an entertained smile on his face. Of course I know this in fact I make sure it is that way for that hate for me is what drives him to become more powerful. Besides how is it any different than from how you treat your genin students? the old man paused giving the Jonin some time to think.

I know on how you train them, you fine their soft spot and continue to pick at it and pick at it making them drive to become more powerful. Though I do fine it funny that despite the fact that you do this you disapprove thoughts of revenge. The old man gave a small chuckle, Besides when did you gives a rat's ass about your students, because of you many genin lost their dreams of becoming ninja. Hell you even made a young genin lost his right arm did you not? And also several other cases but I rather not mention them unless you insist. So knowing this what makes you think you have any right to be telling me how to raise my grandson?

[Kaguya Yoh]

Enishi eyes widen, surprised. 'He already learned so much in a short amount of time?' he thought to himself his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Damn bastard. Now he could see just why Hao hated him. After all it was annoying to listen to the man for a couple minutes let alone live wit him. But still it was no reason to want to kill the man.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he listened to this man. "He lost his hand because he wasn't ready to be a ninja yet he pushed himself so that child brought it a pond himself. You should know that the ninja life is dangerous even if its just training."

"Any one who abuses their child or in your case grandchild shouldn't have the right to be raising them I think its best if you let him leave," Enishi said calmly waiting for a reply he would use force if he had to.

[Rikuda Hao]

The old man rolled his eyes at the Jonin. It may be dangerous but there are ways to show that without having to injure them the way you did, forcing them to give on their dream. After all you disabled some of them from being a ninja which is worse than anything I could ever do to Hao, Voltaire stated coldly giving a chuckle as the screams of the boy could be heard to Enishi’s and his ears.

Its sad when you can’t even trust your own teacher to give you lessons without the fear of getting hurt, ah well, but see as to how one of your last missions went as an ANBU went out I bet you did those things to those children just so they would never have to suffer the same fate. Again Voltaire laughed again a scream could be heard only to their ears this time though it was of someone different. Recognize it Fugita-san?

Hao continued to listen behind the door of the basement. A look of hopelessness on his face. He had no hope of moving out. Hao listen closely to their words. Did Enishi really burn off someone's hand? But then again after the training he went through today he didn't doubt it. The young genin's ears continueing to listen a confused look on his face at his grandfathers last stated ment. Reconize what? he thought to himself since he himself didn't hear the scream so he didn't understand what he was talking about.

[Kaguya Yoh]

Enishi listen closely to what the old retired ninja was saying. He knew he wasn't right. The old reason those children failed because they were to weak to go through his training. His eyes narrowed in both hate and annoyance as he heard the first scream, "Like hearing the scream of my..."

The Jonin trailed off as he heard the second voice. His eyes widen. 'Kira,' he thought to himself for once he was unable to think of anything to say. The sound of his old friend froze his mind. Damn bastard. "This isn't about me you heard," Enishi said with a cold, dark voice eyes glaring at the man since he seemed to keep getting off subject. The jonin taking out his blade pointing it at the old man. "We here to talk about Hao and how your going to allow him to move out," he continued voice giving out a demand.

[Rikuda Hao]

Voltaire laughed at the jonin reaction. This man was 40 years out of his league. His eyes were still as cold as ice with a dark, wicked smile to match his gray eyes. Though that devilish smile soon went away as Enishi pulled out his blade. Please he worked and made blades like his everyday. Even if he had a special way of using his blade he would still know it properties.

You may be here to talk about him, but I don’t care. I’m not allowing my grandchild to move out, Voltaire replied with a voice that was just as cold. The only way I can always keep an eye on him is for him to stay here and if you want to try force then so be it, but before we resort to violence I would like to show you something…. The old shinobi trailed off as he turned his head.

Hao!” Voltaire yelled out the young shinobi coming out of the door behind him. There is a doll down stairs behind its right ear reads 87546 bring it! he demanded the young genin nodded his head; a look of uncomforted on his face. Looking at the dolls gave him the creeps, touching them was even worse especially since he knew how they were made of: dead corpses.

The young genin quickly went down his left eye looking through the many dolls that were still under construction. The smell of death, and blood made him want to vomit though he would just in trouble with Voltaire just as before. Though before long Hao finally found the body. He grabbed it and began bringing it up and handed it to Voltaire who then sat it up facing Enishi with a black expression. The young genin wondered why he wanted him to bring it out. Look familiar Fugita-san?

[Kaguya Yoh]

(and you think I'm evil)

Enishi's hate for the man grew as he spoke. It was becoming harder and harder to control his anger around him. Hell his anger forced him to draw out his Tachi. His purple eyes glared in hate as he heard the man speak. Just what hell did he want to show him?

His eyes looked toward Hao as he came out of the door behind the counter. A brow raised a he noted the look on his face. It was odd. Ah well the Jonin lowered his blade waiting for Hao to return. Again his eyes lost the hate and widen. He looked closely at the doll, "Anna" he said softly as he started at the doll.

"That bastard," he thought to himself pissed off. The man had a doll that looked just like his fiance, Anna. Voltaire must have known that he was going to be coming. How else would he know not only all this information about him, but he was able to make a doll of her and he knew exactly why. It was because he knew how he would react. He knew that he would get violent.

"So let me guess I try to attack you you go after my fiance am I right? How the hell a man like you is allowed to be living still is beyond me," Enishi stated coldly as he drew back his Tachi. "Keep him then, but I swear to you this I will find a way for you to let him move out," With that Enishi turned and left a look of anger on his face along with other mixed emotions in which he was able to keep in until he met this man. No wonder Hao wanted to kill him. But even so revenge was never an answer.

[Rikuda Hao]

Voltaire just smiled at Enishi's first comment. Of course that was the reason he had it. Why else would he make it? I have connections, the old man said coldly with the same devilish smile on his face as the Jonin left the shop. He had won this battle. Though he was alittle annoyed that Enishi was going to be coming back to bug him once more. No matter he knew his weak spot.

The old man then truned his head toward his grandson, no emotion on the young genin's face. Just as it should be. There should never be any type of hope in him. So tell me did you win your academy fight? he asked as if the Jonin was never there.

Y-yes sir, Hao said bluntly, Also I need to be learning some jutsu so please excuss me sir. With the the young genin ran up staires Volaire's cold eyes just watching him go up until he decided to go back down to finish up a blade he was working on.

[Rikuda Hao]

(heh just a simple training post before off for mission)

The young genin lied on his bed looking up at the dark ceiling. His clothes were messed up, some parts even covered in his own blood. Hao has a bandage on both his left cheak, and right forearm. The young genin raised his right arm. Left eyes starign at it in discuss. His right arm shaking in pain.

Hao had just returned from training with his grandfather as he was trying to master one of the jutsus Enishi gave him. Damn bastard why they hell did he give him only two days to master these jutsus? Oh well nothing he could do about it.

The half blind genin then looked at his banaged in with discuss his mind beginging to thinkg about the training he when through all last night and and most of that day. His mind began to think of ealier that day Chiyouisou no Jutsu

*****

The young genin was breathing hard cold gray eyes glaring at him. That can't possibly be all you can do I've trained you better than this, Voltaire's voice said coldly sending a siver down the genin's spine. Hao may have hated his grandfather, but he feared him as well.

Hao struggled to get himself back up onto his feet burises and cuts all over his body. His body wet from the water on the ground he had placed there. S-sorry sir I'll try harder, Hao replied as he went through a couple hand signals Volatire dissappering within a blick of an eye Hao stopped his hand signals trying to find him. But of course that was a great mistake.

Voltaire ended up behind him his steel cane coming down at the genin striking him in the forearm a load crack could be heard, following up with an even loader scream of pain. The genin fell to his knees and he continued to graon in pain at his now broken arm.

Your opponent isn't going to allow you time to preform your jutsu! Voltaire yelled at his pathedic grandson. The old man not caring about his pain. The old man turned his head toward the near by graveyard chakra following into the ground in the graveyard a skeleten came up from the ground about the same size as Hao and it came toward them. Volatire grabbed the radius, and ulna bone from the 'dead skeleton.' Thank you Hone Nai no Jutsu. A jutsu he created that allowed him to control the bones of the dead with chakra.

Voltaire then walked closer to Hao grabbing his arm Hao still groaning in pain giving out small yelled everyone in awhile. The old man just tuned it out as he placed te bone on the ground and grabbed out a kunai and trusted it into the young genin's fore arm ripping it open even tearing through the mucsal. Hao giving out an even louder scream than before ans blood dripped down his arm.

However as usual Voltaire didn't care. The old man took out the broken bones from his grandson's open arm. This was illigle to do, but it was the fastest way to heal a broken bone. And he's groun so a custom to doing this the man only needed three mintues to do it.

That should do it and of course you know what will happen if you told anyone I did this now let get back to your training, Voltaire stated coldly as he stood back up Hao staring at his amr with discuss. Yes sir, Hao said softly.

******

Hao continued to look at his arm with horror. The thought of having someone else's bone in his body sicken him. Oh well he wasn't going to complain to his grandfather about it. Nor anyone else. With a sigh the young genin stood back up and he grabbed the other scroll he was given. One more justu

(might be some misspelled words for the spell check is not working)