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Post by Orochimaru on Oct 19, 2006 10:04:28 GMT -5
A linked organazation that spans throughout the land of earth, the underground is a term that implies various gangs that reside in the village. The Osamu gang reigns suppreme, keeping a tight leash on the various other gangs.
The infamous deadly stone assasination squad is present here, meeting whenever a new mission comes forth.
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Orochimaru
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Post by Orochimaru on Oct 19, 2006 10:14:07 GMT -5
Sound vibrated through the earthen lair, the notes cascading and echoing through the tunnels. The Osasmu gang's lair resided within an earthen cave, beneath the village...the entrance hidden by a shroud Kenji himself had applied. The notes flowed perfectly, the 2 and a half foot long wooden instrument keeping a lustrous tone. Kenji's fingers moved effortlessly over the sound holes, creating various tones that seemed to roll outward from the flute. Kenji paused, keeping the flute in his grasp as his golden eyes scanned across the dimly illuminated room.
His hand rested on the Katzuka Daito, slowly pushing the blade in and out of the sheath. The blade was forged by the best, itself holding a clearly defined power. His tannsih skin and sunken gold eyes were barely visible in the darkness. The flute was put down, Kenji standing up to his full height...hearing a pair of footsteps walk down one of the many cave tunnels. A few associates stood at the door a coy smile on their faces as they stared at a dead corpse lay in the middle of the floor. It's limbs were severed off, it's arms and legs flung about in various directions. After killing the poor soul, Kenji had played his death dirge, a song that respected it's death...but at the same time, celebrated it.
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Shobu
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Post by Shobu on Oct 19, 2006 11:16:10 GMT -5
Naraku laughed, "I see you've been busy Kenji." A flicker or evil spurred in his eyes as he stared at the dismantled coarpse. He was unhappy that Kenji finished him off so quickly. He wanted to have some fun too. "Kenji, you have been having all the fun lately, do you have anyone that I could kill for you. I havn't killed a challenging opponent in a long, long time. I haven't seen fresh blood on my bones in months and they're starting to get restless." Hopefully he will actually give me one this time. He's been doing all the murderous ones by himself. He walked over to the courpse and slamed his foot into it's stomach watching the blood gush out from all its limps. Naraku smirked as he though, 'This guy must've had a nice painful death. I hope I can give the same fate to any others that come in my path.'
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Orochimaru
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Post by Orochimaru on Oct 22, 2006 9:21:08 GMT -5
Kenji's eyes flickered, his hand still resting on the hilt of the legendary blade. He was somewhat annoyed by the man's tone of voice, but decided not to be concerned with it. He waited awhile until he said anything...the notes from his last note of the flute still reverberating off the earthen walls. "Now..." He said, pausing as his raspy tone filled the air. "It seems we have enough time to proove a point." Kenji let out, walking towards Naraku with slow, solemn movements.
"You say you want to see blood, you want to see death. Does this...excite you?" Kenji let out, still holding his Katana over his shoulder. His long greying hair remained stoic, unmoving in the windless cave. He motioned to one of his assosiates, a man with slicked back black hair and dark shades on walked forth. His arms had various scars all over them, and he walked over somewhat scared.
"You've been my associate for awhile now, and yet you haven't said a word to me." Kenji let out placing a hand on his shoulder. The man flinched at the kind gesture, a smile coming to his face. Kenji began speaking again, "Do you like the site of death, and pain."
The man's smile immediately faded, shaking his head as the fear he had once obtained remained. "You don't? Thats odd, then why may I ask...were you laughing at this poor man's death." The associate froze, stuttering as his first words stumbled...until he stoppped, saying nothing. "You don't have an answer do you...what a shame." With a quick motion he impaled the man with the legendary sword, him gasping out in pain as the blade protruded into his stomach and out his back. Reddish liquid spurted out, as Kenji's eyes remained unmoving...hardly any emotion on his tanned worn face.
He pulled out the blade, letting the man fall to his death with a thump. He turned to Naraku, his golden eyes flashing. "Now, I didn't do that because I enjoyed it...I did it because that man was useless. He was a faceless scum who hasn't achieved anything in my cause, and has accomplished what little he has done, to gain a certain reputation. He shook the blood off his Katana, the reddish liquid splattering across Naraku's face. "We as Assassins, are murdering, coniving bastards...and no doubt, we deserve to die." Kenji let out, sheathing the legendary blade. "However, we won't die until we achieve a purpose...and that pupose doesn't come by blinding murdering people just because it "Excites" you." Kenji said, his tone deepening.
"Now, I want you to kill...no for your pleasure and excitement, which blinds you and makes you weak. But for the cause itself..." Kenji sat back down, propping his feet atop a low table. "Your duty it in Konoha, espionage on their current top ranking ninja. However, there are three Jounin that I've become recently interested in, Kakashi...the copy ninja, Kaji Sojiro, and Einishi Fujita. They all possess certain power, and interesting bloodlines that I want investigated. Your mission is to bring one of them back here...alive, for investigation. You'll probably fail, and If so...I want you to return here and tell me of their battle techniques and styles. At the current moment, I suggest you go after the most stationary...for I don't want you to be in Konoha long. Kaji and Kakashi seem to be wanderers and have restless spirits, they wander around Konoha, and have no pin pointed location. While Einishi stays more stationary, go after him first. They are all extremely powerful, and around the same skill level...so be wary."
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the assasin Kaguya on his mission picking up his flute with a solid hand, and continuing his tune.
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Shobu
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Post by Shobu on Dec 5, 2006 18:54:42 GMT -5
Naraku walked throughout the earth cave, bandages wrapped around his stomach and other places where he was burnt by Enishi's sword. The medical nin did a fine job healing him, he was quiet pleased with how it turned out. He finally found Kenji in a large cavern. "Kenji...I have returned from observing Einishi Fujita and I have some information about him that you might be interested with." He thought about what Kenji said before he left...about his thrist to see other peoples pain made him weak...was it really because of that, that he was unable to complete Kenji's mission the way he wanted? Oh well...that has all passed and for now he will just have to tell him what he knew. "I apologize about not bringing him back here...their were some...complications..."
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Orochimaru
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Post by Orochimaru on Dec 11, 2006 20:03:03 GMT -5
A pair of golden eyes flashed up in annoyance, the distrubance causing an unsymetrical splotch of ink running across his caligraphy. For the Osamu boss glared at it in agitation, his feet immediatlely removing themselves from their dormant position, rested atop a low glass table. His worn hands were somewhat cold and clamy from the dark cave that he resided in, unfitting for his outlook on nature. In fact, he was here rarely...and it was by mere coincidance that Naraku had managed to catch him at such a moment.
Kenji opened his mouth, taking in a breath of air as he held up his caligraphy brush. "I expected so..." The Osamu let out, remaining seated as he glanced up at the torn up Kaguya. "But you did gather information, no?" He paused, the sterling eyes fixaded upon Naraku's mouthline. He flicked the brush, the ink spattering across his assasins face...but before he could probably realize, the paint wasn't ink at all...it was blood.
Kenji let out a laugh, using his sword to rise himself. "You like blood, don't you?" Kenji asked, walking around him slowly...almost in a hypnotic manner. But he dropped the claim, his brush put back in it's ink well as he passed the low table. "Well it turns out...that in your absence, Konoha had immediatly dispatched agents, the minute you were supposed to arrive. A Shinobi named Anko Mitarashi dispatched a squad of ANBU here...but don't worry, their masks are now but trophies." He paushed, the lengendary Daito resting on his shoulder.
"So tell me of your adventures my friend...I've been wanting to know for a long, long time". Kenji's voice rapsed out in a monotone that reverberated off the cave walls. It was the equivalent of an obscure exotic instrument, sending it's message...just not in the way you'd expect. "Do you know what one of those ANBU said to me?...It's a funny thing, really." Another akward pause resumed after the statement, letting every syllable of his words deffuse to let the message sink in. "I believe his exact words were...that I was a demon."
"I find it amusing to how society assumes, that with power, comes the supernatural. How that they immediatly realize that since they think that this might is so unobtainable, that they'd refer to someone who wields that might as a "Demon"." He stopped again, this time sitting back down at the low seat, and propping his feat back up on the table. With a fluid motion, the Daito was rested across his lap...his right hand moving softly over the woven sheath. "I'm a bastard, no doubt...for killing them in such an unrespective manner. I didn't even fathom what lives they led, let alone respect there short blip of an existance."
A deathly smile came over Kenji's face, his eyes connecting with Naraku's. "However, it's interesting how these ANBU from Konoha would call me that...don't you agree?"
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Shobu
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Post by Shobu on Dec 11, 2006 20:23:45 GMT -5
The annoyance in Kenji's voice impaled Naraku like one thousand spears. 'Is he really that disappointed in me...am I THAT worthless to him...? I must not disappoint him again or...I don't want to know what would happen...' The blood from the calligraphy brush splattered across his face as he listen to Kenji's words as if he was inhaling it. 'If the ANBU had come here...from Konoha...does that mean Enishi found out that I was lying to him about being a secret organization from Waterfall Country?' Millions of questions raced through his head.
"Uuh...yes sir I have gathered some information about his bloodline..." His voice trailed off remembering the words of Enishi..."Anyways...it's called Kyoukeimyaku...or "Frenzied Nerves". When the ability is activated the nerves in his body just...bulge out..." He paused looking at Kenji and quickly began to continue before he got impatient. "Basically...to keep it short...his senses, power, and speed all increase..." He paused again wiping the blood from his face. "I figure if you puncture their nerves it will cause them great pain...or maybe a loud sound...or horrid smell..." He said this last bit to not sound so dull witted...Kenji had probably thought of them too but he at least had to prove that he isn't completely useless.
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Post by alianne on Dec 14, 2006 20:57:30 GMT -5
OOC: *Dramatic Music* Magasasu/Saishi arrives.
The darkness draped over her form like a dark cloak, casting shadows deep enough to hide her from view. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, her mouth moving as words flew from her mouth. Blood encased her palms that gripped a bone, runes carved into it. The words were muttered at an impossible speed, words of the Arts of Bone and Blood. Currently, tendrils of darkness reached out around the small girl. Sweat rushed down her temples as the words came faster. Faster and faster, only speeding up, until... it stopped. The empty silence seemed odd from the words that had revertebrated through-out her head and mind. They had been quiet enough that no one but herself had heard them. But they had seemed so impossibly loud in her own mind, if Magasasu hadn't been accustomed, he would have stopped to clap her hands over her ears. But the reason for his sudden halt was nearby. It had been like a piercing wail, a darkness pulsing from somewhere. A corpse, the wail of a dead spirit. Saishi's hand, upon Magasasu's will, reached up to grip the staff that was his, tags jingling as the body he possessed stood. For a moment, her knees locked, then regained the ability to move. Using the staff for support, Magasasu moved from his spot in the cave. The wail had come late. It had taken awhile for the spirit to actually realize he was dead. And now, many shrieks echoed in his head. Saishi's brow creased as a frown replaced the blank expression. He wiped the remaining sweat from her face. This is the work of Kenji. While I'm not happy that he has interrupted my ceremony, the souls should be collected fresh and as soon as possible. They always serve better that way. As he approached, he saw the Osamu facing a young one he had never seen before. The tags on his staff jingled in an attempt to get Kenji's attention. "Sorry to interrupt, Kenji, but your many dead floating about here interupted me, and so I thought I might come and collect them fresh." It was like a serpentine hiss with a delightful trill of amusement. Most could simply hear the voice and know she was... wrong. Not right in some way. Just too different. But Magasasu loved it. As a black entity flowed by, the staff whipped out to its core and took it into his army. But the entity was only visible to him for the blood on his hands. Without it, he could only sense it. See... The Bone and Blood Arts ARE useful.
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Orochimaru
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Post by Orochimaru on Dec 18, 2006 18:33:31 GMT -5
(Sorry If I assume some things here...)
A smile creased itself over the Osamu's worn face, various lines forming from age. His furrowed brow strengthened, creating an appearance of rare amusement. "Frenzied Nerves eh?" Kenji let out a chuckle, but ending it abruptly as he stared into Naraku's eyes. "I guess You've proved yourself useful...for now at least." He stared down at his previous penman ship, the red writing curving like an oxbow stream. The makeshift ink ran down the parchement, almost as if magnatized to Kenji's being...
"Interesting..." He let out, the raspy tone seeping out in a melding and almost harmonic manner. A thousand over strategies ran through his head for countering the ability...but he decided to keep them to himself...for now. From recently playing his flute before Naraku allowed, the wooden pipe still hummend...the baratone of sound echoing in the bamboo instrument. The dirge was fresh in the cave, the sound waves fresh in the air...as they hung over in a melancholy manner. "Saishi should be here soon...he stated." For after playing the dirge, it was a calling for the spirit manipulater...a clear statement that beckoned for her to rid the air of the overbearing presence of the dead. After celebrating the life that the deceased lived, he wanted their left over being to be gone...and at the moment, that's precisely where Saishi entered.
His ears rung with with the music, the spirits absorbing the very tune to the extent of where it bounced back in full force. They acted as a Reflection, trying to rid themselves of the tune that called for their beckoning...that beckoning being Saishi. Apparently his hunch was correct, and the Channeler had arrived promplty. Kenji simply nodded to the being, judging that she knew what his request was. Among the deadly stone, Saishi was probably the most respected by Kenji...and her arts were useful no doubt. He wasn't necessarily interested in the girl herself, more of the being that controlled her. However he didn't say anything to her, and he would converse with the more cultured member after Naraku had left.
The Katzuka Daito's spirit lay dormant, the sword laying in an upright position as it's yearning remained satisfied for the moment. If Kenji was the fire that burned down an entire forest, Siashi was the wind that disposed of the unpresentable ashes...the two going hand in hand in sending the unwanted to their calling. "I assume your wondering why I am so curious...about these certain Jounin's abilities." He asked inquringly, keeping his attention on Naraku for the time being. With a strech of his arm, he reached out to grab a small mirror...about a foot in diameter. "This, is the Amaretsu Mirror...". His words were meaningful, although he didn't expect either of them to fully realize it's abilities. "The sun godesses might is quite apparent, especially when infused with such an artifact. For upon defeating those Jounin, with the strategies I wish to teach you...the Jounin will be brought back here. With this mirror, their abilities can be transplanted...thus allowing us, to obtain them...with a price of course." He paused, still seated...while removing his legs from the low hanging table. "It's a complicated process, one that signs a blood contract, and once removing a piece of our opponents...removes a piece of myself as well. For my actions will leave them a lifeless corpse, wilst their flesh will literally be turned...inside out."
He stopped dead, waiting to here their reactions before continuing. For the process would be a painful one, on both parts...but one that would leave Kenji with far more power on his side than one could ever imagine.
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Post by Kaji on Apr 16, 2007 20:25:47 GMT -5
Darkness swelled, in an ever mourning reproach to the fallen. It seemed that shadows were more than definate, their presence beholding a peacefulness in it's own manner. For a worn, furrowed face remained passive...unmoving in near stone-like focus. Silence was a blessing unto itself, and the statue seemed to be petrified in a motionless time frame. It was a world to which time and space contorted into a single noun...focus. For the being knew not what hour the world thrived upon, and all that was left was deep meditation- the true incarnation of detachement.
For the figure seemed to be on a higher-plane. A state of non-existence that rivaled his presence as part of the earth itself. However a single acrimony tinged the silenced that graced Kenji's ears. The buzzing and fluttering of an unknown insect shattered every peaceful fiber that wove these ideal conditions. It's presence was incompetent, it's being...unwanted.
For Kenji's ears twiched, his mind swelling with not anger...but a yearning to rid the discomfort that seemed to aggitate such a serene picture. The incect was a blemish upon a god's face, an imperfection that yielded to Kenji's blade...the Kazuka Daito. The flick of a thumb insued, and in a masterful performance, the blade graced itself against a milimeter thick being; a near imposibility with one's eyes closed. However, the buzzing ceased...and a more comforting audiation rang outward.
A pair of golden eyes flashed, their color exploding against a canvas of blackness. For the ring of the Daito pushed itself softly against the cave walls. Flawlessly melding with the silence in a masterful symphony. It held it's own ideal beauty- swift, graceful, death.
A unstable hand reached forward towards the wooden flute, as if Kenji's ears needed it's dirge to comfort them. However, soon this cave would be slewn with death yet again. The wound dealt would be wrought anew, and celebration for such a cause would be brought from the flute itself.
Kenji's pretences were odd, as if every move that he made was calculated to a near impossible extent. Every need his moral fiber yearned for were in strange circumstances, and over all it seemed as if this man was an incarnation of the angel of death itself.
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Post by Kaguya Yoh on Apr 16, 2007 23:51:28 GMT -5
Shijin was walking in the cave. His body moving toward where he heard the flute Kenji-sama played so very often. The demon had just came back from from feeding. A time in a Shioji's life where they must feed off the blood of another. If they didn't they would die of dehydration.
The demon made sure to clean all the blood off his clothes not wanting humans blood staining his wardrobe. He spoke to Naraku just a couple of minutes ago to hear if he had missed anything. Part of him surprised that he was still alive especially after failing his mission to bring this human known as Enishi here.
As the demon walked deeper into the cave he heard a voice in his mind. 'Your actually going to turn on your fellow assassin?' his demon personality asked. A smirk coming on the demon's face.
'Of course he shouldn't be going around unpunished after all,' Shijin said to the demon continuing to walking until he had Kenji in his site. He felt a cold seance of death coming from him. Although to Shijin it meant nothing. The demon bowing his head in respect to his leader.
"I'm sorry to disturb you from your meditation Kenji-sama, but I wish to speak to you," the demon said raising his head looking into his leader's cold golden eyes. "It's about Naraku, I just talked to him and he told me of your plan and also of the information that he received on the human Fugita, Enishi."
"Although I thought you should know that the information he gave is basic knowledge about the Fugita Clan, anyone who put a some effort in studying them could have learned what he informed you of. Do you plan on doing anything to him for this?" Shijin asked continuing to stare at one of the very few human he actually respected.
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Post by Kaji on Apr 18, 2007 14:35:06 GMT -5
(I'll get to you in a moment Ken, we have torturing to do.)
Shadows danced upon the ghastly image of Kenji's face, as a devious smile began to cross itself upon the canvas. The tanned, worn, skin folded as a slight chuckle escaped the swordsmen's mouth. For Naraku's arrogance and blind apptitude had always agitated Kenji, and seeing how his mission just drew attention to what was meant to be a covert operation provoked the Stone Legend further. However Shijin was different. There was an obscure air around the assasin that seemed to intrigue Kenji, further than the normal false power an assasin lent him.
He nodded at the Stone Slayer, his golden eyes fixaded upon Shijin's. For his smile ceased to fade, and a manical presence came forth from Kenji. Kenji's hand carrassed the hilt of the Daito, slowly pulling the blade in a rhymic monotone out of the sheath. The information that Shijin gave of Naraku's ploit made the normally solid face cringe, and his hand lifted...forming a single hand seal. "Let it be..." He let out in a raspy, powerful voice. "And here I thought I would save him as a snack..."
For with the handseal came the rumbling of earth, a cataclysmic shake that seemed to rattle the cave almost as if it were a jest. However, the vibrations were all too real...and the cave's overhanging stalagtites shook with the anticipation of falling. Out from the focus of the wavering earth came the gagged head of a familiar Kaguya, his eyes wide with fear as Kenji's powerful presence rose from his current position. He stepped forward, his eyes weaving a pattern of masochistic air as he smirked at Shijin. In what seemed to defy time, the blade was unsheathed...and it's hunger unleashed. For the blade's presence seemed to be as massive as Kenji's own...and the air rang outward in a cry to make it's being known.
The tip was placed at Naraku's forehead, and be a simple touch...blood begain to gush outward. With his dormant hand, he lifted the head out from the earth...while particles of burried tone fell from the bound assasin. Naraku's form remained hoisted in the air by Kenji's left hand, and as he held him steadily...the Osamu's head turned to Shijin. "Do you find me...sadistic?" The voice unleashed the words slowly yet impossibly clear...the manical smile remaining.
With a release, the wrung fingers loosened. Dropping the man's frame hard against the stone basin. For the Kaguya seemed to have a seal written across his forehead from the swords touch, as if the blade itself unleashed a Jutsu by Kenji's bidding. It was a temporary seal, one to prevent the Kaguya's bloodline from ringing out to cause any certain complications. However, a foot was placed upon his stomach, and as Kenji pressed down...the tip of an all consuming blade came closer to the Assasin's neck. However, inches away, the blade drew back...and Kenji let out another oddly placed laugh.
"Don't worry Kaguya..." His words paused, letting them reverberate to their fullest capacity. "I plan to let your death be drawn out...to the extent of which your very being will scream of content in death." Another pause insued. "It's a death only suited for one who has taken so many lives, and I hope for my own to be as admirable as what your about to receive."
His smile widened, as the Daito traced along the Kaguya's forearm...shaving off the very skin that seemed to contain Naraku's fear. As the horribly inhumane process insued, the Sadist let out a single phrase.
"Good luck..."
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Post by Kaguya Yoh on Apr 18, 2007 22:14:31 GMT -5
Shijin raised a brow as his leader’s words when he said to just let it be. Seemed kind of odd to him how he would just let it go just like that. The demon feeling the maniacal presence both he and his legendary blade, Katzuka Daito, were giving out. Shijin thought nothing of it for one he was used to it, and two it felt his kind of thing everyday as a kid back when his clan was still alive and kicking so this was something he was used to.
His yellow eyes looked at the hand signal he made having no clue what it signal it was. The Shioji clan never needed hand signals to do any jutsu so to them it was kind of like a lost art, one that no one cared for.
The demon scanned around the cynical cave as he felt it shake. Although the assassin felt it to no threat so he didn’t move. His demon eyes looking at the ground as a head popped up. A small chuckle escaping the assassin’s face. His eyes focused on the blood the blade caused Shijin raising his hand and bit down hard to where he was bleeding. Although he failed to notice it for he was still focusing on Naraku’s blood. Shinigami it looked good.
He may have just came back from feeding, but it was just enough to satisfy him until he needed to feed again. As he breathed in he smelt the blood, he smelt the fear. Damn Shinigami and their need for blood. The demon took in a deep breath calming himself resisting to take a bite out of the former member of the assassination squad’s neck and sucking the blood out of him until he was dry. However Shijin had self-control. Besides he knew Kenji’s disapproval of killing just for excitement.
He watched as Kenji raised the Kaguya’s boy. The blood from his hand beging to drip down to the ground. When he heard his leader’s voice when he asked him if he thought him to be sadistic, Shijin looked up putting down his bleeding hand. The demon shaking his head, “Not really, Kenji-sama,” the demon replied and it was true. What Kenji did to his victims were things the Shioji Clan did to either enemies. The only difference was that the Shioji weren’t cruel enough to turn on those who served them, even if they failed them. Although to him no matter what Kenji did to anyone he still found the fate of Blood-slaves worse. If Kenji did something like that then he would have considered him sadistic.
The demon watched as Kenji completely dragged out the Kaguya’s body out of the ground. Bonds binding the previous assassin from moving. The seal the blade placed on him blocking the man from using his blood-limit. A small simile on his face as he watched. The fear in the Kaguya’s eyes was the most amusing part.
“Do you mind if I assist in the torture Kenji-sama it would bring me great joy,” The Shioji asked hoping he would say yes. It would be a chance to use his Shinigami blade and how he loved using it. Especially for tortures.
(man this took forever to type and yet for some reason I still don't like how it came out *sighs* oh well)
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Post by Kaji on Apr 20, 2007 15:09:40 GMT -5
Crimson blood seemed to pour unaturally forth from the Kaguya, his idle helplessness only adding the manical fire that seemed to be ablaze. For Kenji halted the blade after the skin wrentching slice, turning his head back to his subordinate. "It would be a shame to let such a display of spilled blood go to waste." He paused, giving the Assasin a devious smile. For his brow creased with the upturning of his mouthline, giving a further worn look about the master swordsmen. "Of course, Shijin, I expected you to do so."
His voice rasped outward, stepping back as he watched the blood spurt outward from his now skinless arm. "Go ahead..." He let out, folding his arms. For Kenji's plan was simple yet profound, and he intended to fill his assasin's in on the overall plot of these recent interrogations. The information of the targeted bloodlines would be analyzed, and used to formulate these locking seals...that would prevent such bloodlines from being used. These seals took painful circumstances to make, and such a ritual was one of the hardships that Kenji was burdened with; his invention being painful for both sides. Sequentially, he would capture the wielders, intesifying the seal further to extract their bloodlines...using them for the Deadly Stone's advantages. Each Member would achieve limitless prowess, however...it came with a price.
His attention was brought forward to the present moment...keeping his eyes fixaded upon the soon to feast Shijin. He was curious to what he would do; eat him alive? Or Torture him beyond pain? The choice was his. However a suprising phrase was ushered forth, one that pushed Kenji's dormat residence within the cave to a now mobile state.
"No matter, make it quick, we leave for Konoha tonight."
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Post by Kaguya Yoh on Apr 22, 2007 19:20:52 GMT -5
The demon's eyes narrowed as he watched as Kenji-sama skinned the Kaguya's arm. His eyes fixated on the blood. His mouth and throat becoming dry. Shijin becoming hungry once more. 'I hate this time of month,' he thought to himself as he continued to bite his hand fighting to urge to jump on the Kaguya then and there and feed from him until he was dry. But he wanted to put him through tortur before he would do so.
Once Kenji got off the bound Kaguya and allowed him to do what he wanted a sadistic smile went on the Shioji's face. Finally blood. He walked up to the Kaguya taking out his Shinigami blade. Another dark aura being added to the room. One that Shinigami always gave off before they took the body of their their followers, the Shioji. When he got close Shijin grabbed Naraku's neck picking him and and slamming his back into the cave's wall. A small groan could be heard.
Shijin raising his body to level with his. The Kaguya's feet hanging in the air as he was being heal by his neck by the Shinigami. Shijin's attention going to his leader for a moment as he told him to make it quick. "Don't worry about time Kenji-sama it will only take five minutes," the demon stated as he stabbed his kodachi into the Kaguya's stomach in a place where it wouldn't bleed much. The blade beginning to glow red as it made the Kaguya's mind go blank for a moment.
When the Kaguya awoke everything around him was dark. At first seeing nothing until he closed his eyes once more and opened them up. He was still unable to make things out clearly. When he tried moving though he felt himself strapped in place. He looked at his hands and they were chained to a rail of what seem to be a.. bed?
He tired to move his leg however they were tied down as well. A look in fear in his eyes. he looked down at his body which was stripped naked and also by the look of it he was a young kid again. His breathing was getting harder and harder. He tired activating his blood limit however he could. The Kaguya now remembering why.
A laugh could be heard all around him. However Naraku was confused. It wasn't Kenji nor was it Shijin. Then just who was it? He looked at the end of the bed as his eyes widen as he saw a men with a scared face. He was about 6' 4" with a wide chest. And he had the same demon eyes that Shijin had. So it was obvious that this man was of his clan. This demon was known as Zadist. Shijin deciding to use him in this genjutsu for he remembered what Zadist was well known for. And that was tormenting his blood-slaves sexually whether they be male or female he didn't care for humans were a lower species.
The Kaguya tired to struggle out of the chains that held him in place however it was no use. He couldn't get himself free. The demon then climbed on top of him stopping the Kaguya from moving for his weight was overwhelming. "Don't worry kid I'm going to make this a painful as possible," the demon said with a laugh fear in the assassin's eyes.
Back in reality Naraku let out a loud scream of both fear and pain. For in his mind he was being raped by one of Shijin's clan. A laugh escaping the demon's mouth as his fangs grew. The stone assassin biting where Naraku's neck and shoulder connected bitting the vain dead on. Naraku screaming again at the pain from what was going on in his mind and from what was being done to his body now. His body tired to struggle however the kodachi along with Shijin's strength prevented him from any movement.
Slowly the Shioji sucked in the Kaguya's blood. Finding it delicious. Fear really was the greatest seasoning. After about a good 5 minutes Shijin was full however there was still enough blood in Naraku to barely keep him alive. Shijin taking out his kodachi. The genjutsu ending. The demon tossing his body back onto the ground. Naraku was trembling with fear, and pain that was going through his mind and body. His skin pale due to the lost of blood.
"Would you like the pleasure of finishing him off Kenji-sama?" Shijin asked him as he whipped his mouth clean of blood.
(yay mind rape lol)
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