Wandering Reverie (Open)

[Jett Kuroi]

"Stop that! Beating her won't help her improve!"

"I don't care, killer. Stay out of it, unless you wish to share her pain."

The whip cracked down on his shoulder and upper back, bringing him to his hands and knees, barely having the strength in him to keep him from going face first into the ground. Little arms and legs wavered as one strike of the whip had brought the innocent young child to nearly passing out.

"Daisuke, please. Don't interfere. Spare yourself the pain."

"How sweet, she loves the killer."

Another crack of the whip brought its attention this time to the girl once more, and her cries would echo against the stone walls of the room.

"Stop..." Daisuke choked out his words

Daisuke walked the streets of the Kirigakure market, hands stuffed in the pockets of his vest, his head bowed with eyes staring at the ground as he walked. His mind could not refrain from reflecting back on those days. The small village he had grown up in had been hell, and he could not escape such memories, no matter how much he had tried. Of course, the more he reflected on them, the more that voice echoed in his mind.

"You were weak, you still are, but never fear, I am here to protect you. You need me, never forget that."

"Shut up..." he muttered, under his breath, as he walked down the streets, earning him the all too familiar stares from the citizens of the village. They thought he was crazy, insane. In truth, he was. He was insane, and there was no cure for his ails.

Daisuke had not lived in Kirigakure till only recently. He entered the Academy late, became a Genin late, which only earned him more ridicule, for being the age he was, and not even a Chunin yet. However, at the age of 8, he had killed his father, and three older brothers, and feared that when he had been 16, he killed his sister. Despite what that voice echoed in his mind, his sister was the only person he felt truly loved or cared for him. If she were still with him, he could rest peacefully, and perhaps some day forget the horrors of his past.

At the end of one of the market streets, he stopped, and turned his head upward, to look into the mist filled skies. "Reika... where are you?"

[Pwn]

With each step taken, Nemuru leisurely made his way to the marketplace, coming from the Northern Shinobi Barracks, where had decided to visit a few of his peers. To his right, he gazed at the enormous office of the Mizukage, Lord Akira, positioned in the center of their village for all to see. Even with the mist being as thick as it was, you could not miss it. However, that was not his destination, so after his short sightseeing, he continued onward toward a crowd of people, where he would disappear.

In reality, he had not gone anywhere, slipping through them while observing the many souvenirs they the sellers at the stands sold. Only an idiot would buy from them, but this place had been mainly for tourist, anyways. He knew all about the people in his village, including the ones who were trustworthy, and those you would not want to be caught with. Learning to separate himself from those who would bring him down at a young age, he was highly cautious of whom he conversed.

“You need help?” he inquired, about a meter away from the boy, his eyebrows raised, and a look of curiosity displayed by his facial features. He looked around, wondering which person, out of all those who surrounded them, the boy was looking for. If the boy lost somebody, it would be up to him to find them. Placing his index finger to his temple, he began to think, conjuring up the images of each civilian he passed, as he waited for the boy to respond.

[Jett Kuroi]

The final night in that small village rang clear in his mind. Bright flashes of light illuminating the walls, as his anger took control of him, and pushed him towards the deeds of that night. His mind and his eyes would be drawn from such imagery, at the sound of a voice that did not echo in his mind. With a lofted brow, he turned a bit, and glanced to the other, slightly older, boy.

"Hmm? Oh... no. Was just ... gazing to the sky." His eye twitched as he turned his gaze back to where it had been. "Or what there is of it... to be seen."

After a moment longer of staring, he turned back to the other, and looked at him, with a small smile. He would untuck one hand from a pocket, and offer it to him. "I'm new to the village, by the way. My name is Jett." He would probably meet the guy and be introduced eventually, when he was put into a team, but there was also the possibility that they would not be teamed together. Besides, what harm was there in some friendly introductions. It would definitely smooth attitudes away from the rumors regarding him and his family.

"You're quick to be kind, hmm?" the voice in his mind echoed. "But what if he is no better than father?" His eye twitched as this resounded within him.

[Pwn]

“I’m Nemuru,” he responded, introducing himself to the boy as well. He looked away from him, staring into the sky at the moon hovering above. There were many things going through his mind, including his next destination, and the things he wanted to accomplish. Everybody had something they really wanted. Peace had been his goal. He had been willing to do anything to obtain it.

[Jett Kuroi]

Peace was always something to yearn for, to hope for. Who wouldn't want peace? That was the question in his heart, but he knew there were people out there who thirsted for war, and the chance to cause harm. He was less concerned with world peace at this point, though, and more concerned with peace within himself. To get rid of that nagging voice in his head.

"You need me. You would be dead if not for me..."

"It's nice to meet you, Nemuru." he said softly, before turning his gaze back to the night sky. "Are you an academy graduate too? I came to this village not too long ago, just recently graduated, and I hope soon to be a part of a team, to go out and do missions for the village." He was your typical chatty, and excitable, academy youngin', even if he was seventeen already.

[Pwn]

“Ahhh, yes. I am. And where are you from?” he responded, his words of being a recent graduate holding truth as he, too, had only graduated recently. Unlike his accomplice, he had already been assigned to a team of three, and they were all worthy shinobi. Jett not being from Kirigakure no Sato piqued his interest. He rubbed his chin, pondering where the boy could have come from. If he were from a foreign country, perhaps he could become a valuable asset to both Nemuru, and their village.

[Jett Kuroi]

Why he hadn't expected such a question was truly a mystery. Of course, not having expected that question was also a measure of stupidity which the other half of him found amusing, as that laughter brimmed within his mind. The laughter in his mind of course did serve to agitate him, and he would have to fight right away to keep that agitation from brewing any further towards anger.

"I uhh... was born in a small village, on one of the smaller islands outside of Kirigakure. My family passed away though, victims of the criminal syndicates that plagued that area. So I am on my own now, and came here to train." Hopefully such an explanation was vague enough that no further prying into his personal history would be warranted. He really wished to keep up the facade of being Yogiri Jett, and not let his real name be discovered. He had no idea how the people in the village would take that information, much less the Mizukage.

[Pwn]

“You don’t say?” he inquired, the boy having been in the same situation as him with his parents being killed while he was still young. Hearing those words brought intense emotions to his heart, but none was displayed. Over the years, he had done an excellent job at suppressing the unwanted thoughts of his past. He turned around, his back Daisuke, and looked up into the sky. There had been long gone, the two he loved so dearly. Everything he did in life was for them. He had lived his life to complete their goals.

[Jett Kuroi]

Jett's situation with his family was different than Nemuru's. While Nemuru had loved his parents, and missed them, though hid such, Jett on the other hand hated his parents. Well, he hated his father, and his brothers. His mother on the other hand, he never knew. As the two stared off into the night sky, words that Jett had written in his journal came to mind once again.

"My mother died that day. I was born into the world mere moments before she left it. I have never heard the end of it. I do not know if my mother truly cared for a man like him, but my father clearly felt some form of love for her, though I would classify it closer to obsession. He blamed me for her death. He had it fixed in his mind that I was the reason she died. She had four other kids before me with no complications, but she died when I was born. It made me angry. Even before I could speak, I felt contempt for my father. Before I even knew what contempt was, it burned within me."

Anger, he felt it deeply. Always, he was suppressing it, to not show such anger over what his father had done, what his brothers had done, and how he had never gotten to know his mother. How his sister was treat for, among other things, acting like a substitute mother for him, also angered him. The voice of his anger was always chiming in, in his mind, and making it harder for him to keep control of himself. But, he would not let his anger get the best of him, and most of all, he would not let the destruction that half of him would instill, be laid upon this village. This was the first home he had .. ever, and he did not wish to see it damaged and destroyed like his former life.

"I plan to, one day, be able to do something about those days. Eventually." Now he was simply being over-talkative, and he cursed himself inwardly for even continuing to mention it. That other half of him, had a little laugh at Jett's expense.

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[KEITH]

+35 @ Both

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[Pwn]

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