Caution: Sadists at Play

[Tsuchigumo]

Upon a rock at the Kiri shore sat a slender figure dressed in a blood colored cloak and little else. His equally toned eyes focused on an object secured between his right arm and chest. If a passerby where to ask what he held the young genin called Sato would reply his puppet. Painted flesh tone with its body bedecked in elaborate trappings, it appeared more like a corpse than a wooden doll. All thanks to Sato’s skilled craftsmanship, and quite a feather in the cap of any young puppeteer. “There we go.” He whispered before the young genin tightened the very last screw into the hollow creature’s backside.

“That was a bit of a bitch I must say, but well worth it in the long run. I just wish I hadn’t been born in a village, so close to the Godamn ocean.” The boy’s curses flew from his lips in a much louder voice this time. After all, Sato was not the type to heed the rules of etiquette when he didn’t need to. “Hohoho, Oni you are my greatest work of art. Damn, I ooze brilliance.” And just like that the once angry genin’s dour mood turned to sunshine and bunny rabbits. Sato was always capable of cheering himself up after some quick mental masturbation, of course.

[enzan]

The very thought of monetary payment was the sexiest thing in existence to Agito. The very reason he would even take a scroll was to shake some money from a random "customer". His sense of humor was ironic in the least calling people he stole from as customers. His hand, flicked back his hair in a manner most unpleasant. His stark nature of not giving a damn about anyone and anything would always be his most notable trait. This day would be unusual in the least, his body had unwittingly brought him to a place he had yet to be within Kirigakure.

It was a sea side shore, the view was beautiful in all senses of the word. His optic's fell upon a lone figure which looked towards the sea. This was the perfect time, there was no one around, and if this figure screamed no one would hear. His body caught into a quick sprint as his form quickly traversed the watery sand. His feet brought him right behind the figure, his eyes peeked over to see and what looked like a body being held.

What The....Fuck.....That's some ugly fucking looking wood.

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[Tsuchigumo]

“And I am done.” With the final screw tightened, Sato gave birth to an arrogant grin. At last the young genin had finished his puppet and could officially begin his career as a shinobi. The thought of liberating people from their organs always brought a smile to his face. He hadn’t even completed his first mission, but with his toy finished that would happen very soon. For the moment, Sato planned on getting drunk and passing out into the first vagina he could find, the males of the village left far too much to be desired for other options. “Oh I am hungry too. How lovely.” Rubbing his flat stomach, Sato would have to make other plans at least until he ate.

“I am so sick of eating ramen, but I am broke. Oh, maybe I have some more Ryo left.” Thinking quickly, Sato removed a small coin purse from the darkness of his cloak. “I should still have a little ryo left.” He reminded himself before opening it and finding what he sought. “Very nice, today is my lucky day or so it would seem.” He said with his smirk from earlier still intact. His sunny mood would soon be threatened by a lanky figure staring at his work of art. As usual he was undisturbed by the figure’s words until he heard the words “ugly wood.”

“Oh my, you are quite the sexy one. But you have an awfully big mouth, perhaps I can fix that for you? And since I’m in a good mood I will let you decide if it will be with my dick or my blade.” With his left eye now firmly anchored to Agito’s form. Sato was more than intent to make his rude visitor more pleasant to be around be it by violence or some other means.

[enzan]

The threat excited Agito causing a physical chill to reverberate through his body. This had been what he had wanted all along a good fight for money.His mind reeled with gorey images that brought a kind of euphoria which would make even the most evil crap there pants in terror. Agito wasn't evil, his heart was pure with darkness which made it even worse. His wallet was feeling a little hefty but taking more would be even better for him. His left hand attempted to caress the other boys face. His tone changing to one of excited lust and anger melded into one. His lick pointed outwards betraying each word's soft and lush tone.

I wanna fucking kill you right now. To be honest I would love a tremendous,thick, fucking blade. That's so I can carve into your pretty little face and make fuck holes. See, I'm gonna cut holes all into your body with my blade and then fuck every single hole that I've made until your nothing more then mere semen and blood. A blogina! Ayahahahaahahah!!!!

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[Tsuchigumo]

The hand of his intruder was an unexpected surprise and sent a chill down his spine. Agito’s sadism was equal to his own, something he’d never expected to happen even in Mist. “While you are clearly capable of getting my dick hard, I’m afraid we will have to save the sex for later.” After casually batting away his colorful guest’s hand, the young shinobi quickly inspected his new “friend”. By his comment this unlikely shinobi was obviously a fellow puppeteer himself. He might have been pretty, but to insult Sato’s work clearly meant the man was just another dullard. Regardless, he would challenge the man in this best way he knew how, by showing off his own creation. If Agito was truly in the position to judge than he’d see so for himself.

“Ok pretty boy, I am assuming you are a puppeteer yourself, so let me see what you’ve got. No doubt you have a scroll on you, so let’s see this work of art.” Returning to his feet, the genin in the cherry red cloak materialized his chakra strings. With but a few flicks of his wrist the puppet came to life standing upright alongside it's creator.

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[enzan]

The thought of getting anything this guy had hard had almost made Agito wanna puke. He didn't know this guy and at the comment, he couldn't care less about some random sexual encounter. Especially seeing as he was by all standards of the word a virgin to that nature but the prime evil kind he was more akin.

Sure, why not. That Nasty Fuggin thing won't stand a chance against my creation at all.

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Agito revealed his creation, his pride was bolstered by the fact he thought his little marionette was the best. This creation had taken much time to carve,create, and color. Everything was done by the scale of a human. The eyes,eyelids,mouth,hair,skin, everything was meticulous in creation. With the flick of his hand the covering behind him was released. The tenketsu within his digits funneled a layer of chakra within his hands which generated tiny little strings.

The strings were rough and bigger in nature, the raw power allowed the following motions to take place smoothly. With a simple tug of his right hand the Puppet sprang to life in full view of it's master. His hands moved it as proficiently as he could allowing the puppet to seemingly walk over as if alive. The puppet outstrecthed it's hand to mockingly caress the other puppet. A smug sense of satisfaction overwhelmed him as he once again compared there two works of art.

Now do you see? This is the expectations that you should hope to have for beautiful work in motion. Bliss is only brought to those who have something of value!

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[Tsuchigumo]

“Putting a kimono on a tree stump isn’t exactly what many would call a beautiful creation.”Sato manipulated the puppets spiked digit into a gesture that mimicked a dismissive wave of the hand. He wasn’t at all impressed by his new friend’s little doll. “It’s cute, but it’s rather one-dimensional to be honest.” With a few slight movements of his left hand the chakra threads dangling from Sato’s fingertips danced. Oni came alive again, this time he didn’t simply stand, but shifted his hips to the side and attempted to run his claw down the other puppet’s kimono clad chest.

”Oni is an exotic beauty whose form can be appreciated on many levels, from simple elegance to dangerous beauty.” Another flick of his left wrist and the puppet batted an eyelash at his wooden rival, as if to enforce Sato’s point. The shinning brilliance above them filled the jewels on his puppet’s face and claws with a sparkling illumination. Clearly thinking himself the superior craftsman Sato felt he’d won their little contest. Most young puppeteer’s only created puppets for the sole purpose of intimidation, but he created a visual feast.

“Anyway, what’s your name? And what did you want? None of the worthless people in that village ever come down here, so it makes for rather enjoyable solitude.” Despite Sato’s question he pondered on why this rough albeit cute boy would even be out here. Sato was just a genin and one of little importance, so outside of just robbing him there was no value in the boy being here. At least he wasn’t a chunin looking to pick a fight if Agito’s age was any indication of his rank.

[enzan]

His words were mere irritations, no merit was held within them so not a nerve was bulged in resistance. His words were merely to entertain the notion that his work was inferior. A scoff was held at the more words which were mere pieces of shit to his ears. His smirk was still on his face as he spoke, his words were filled with the same amount of hate and snobbish darkness.

Bullshit, your uselessly fucking flashy toy is all you've got? Calling my perfection a tree stump while you caress a nasty piece of plastic covered wood chippings.That's hypocritical! You don't know something with worth if it bit you in the fucking ass!.

His anger had started to form, his prominent vein would be showing if it didn't have a bang of hair covering it. His eyes, bore no visible anger nor any of his facial features. His five digits on his right hand and three on his left moved the puppet backwards. His proficiency allowed him to attempt t swat away the little stingers for hands the other puppet had. Agito listened to the boy and found him quite annoying to the very last inch. The rest of this unknown's words were strokes toward the ego of himself.

Agito would talk about his puppet for his words bore to the puppet and not the craftsmanship. His love was for the puppet itself and not anything flashy around it. He was half listening until a few select words had hit his ears. This vagabond did not deserve the immense value of his name or reason of why he was within this location. Yet, the way he wasn't afraid to talk with him was exciting. Maybe something could be worked out after all as his mind quickly changed.

My name is unimportant at the moment seeing as I have no knowledge of yours. Why must I give you a fucking advantage over me? Have I written really fucking retarded shithead on my forehead? I want you to prove to me your fucking worth sense I can see your probably fucking broke by your appearance! I want some Kishi damn money and you'll help me fucking get to it

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[Tsuchigumo]

Returning to his seat on the rock beside him Sato simply rolled his eyes at Agito’s ravings. Typically, Sato would’ve blown him off at this point, but the genin’s sadistic nature and looks aroused him greatly. Still, Agito’s rants were annoying him to no end. This kid had way too much rage built up in him. In fact, Sato wouldn’t have been surprised if he exploded right then and there. Annoyed, but clearly aroused as the bulge hiding beneath his robe would attest. Sato simply drunk in the words that he’d cared to listen to while ignoring Agito’s rage spewage.

He’d laughed inwardly at the thought of this imagined advantage of knowing the other’s name. Only if the two meant more to each other or the world for that matter, would such details be worthy of little more than a chuckle. Another thing that irritated him was this lunatic’s preference for screaming when directly in front of someone. Admittedly, such scenarios were par for the course when it came to Mist. He wondered to himself if the other villages were filled with such obnoxious and insane people. Then again they were also known for being weak and he had no desire to live with weaklings either.

“Fine, my name is Sato. Now you have your imagined advantage over me. And stop yelling at me, I am sitting directly in front of you. There is no need to scream at someone who is directly in front you.” Finally fed up with Agito’s expressions of frustration, Sato shot back, his usually calm demeanor breaking under the scrutiny of Agito’s tantrum.” Also, no, my clothing has nothing to do with anything. I am as black as the fucking night genius. Lighter clothing makes this sun much more bearable. Sadly, the same can’t be done for your personality. “As if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders Sato felt his natural serenity return to him. “I am, however; always in the business on acquiring money. Money, after all, is the only thing that matters in this bland existence. If you are serious about getting some ryo I am all ears.”

[enzan]

Whatever Bitch, I can do whatever I want. Your starting to sound like the weak one now actually. I mean if you want a little demonstration of power I can tear you a new motherfucking asshole. So get your ass over here you cock sucking piece of shit!

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Agito exclaimed his rage at the boy before him before turning on his heel and walking away. his steps pointed into the direction of Kirigakure, no doubt towards the large mission center. His body relaxed a bit, tensing up from his argument had caused much more frustration then needed. Within each step was a deliberate crunch of the ground, it was as if the earth was walking on the soles of his feet and not the other way around. His hands were focused on carrying his puppet upon his back. The strings were thick and strong enough for him to support using it as a pulley system to retract the creation.

His head turned slightly only to see if the person behind him was following. There was a soft fire within the other that caused him to feel he was a kindred spirit. This feeling of having someone like him was new and made him almost wanna freak out and try to butcher the guy. Yet, this newer adventure wouldn't matter and he would lose out on a great monetary gain in the end. There was a need for a strategy, his walk would not be done until he had gained some money or at least something of value to sell. The walk seemingly lasted only twenty minutes from the shores to the mainland. Something showed itself a nagging feeling or suspicion that something was gonna change his life today.

Everything has value, from the clothes you wear to the name you go by. As a ninja knowing someone's name can be the difference between life or death. Gah, I shouldn't have to tell you these things unless your retarded. Fuck....my name...whatever it's Agito.

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[Tsuchigumo]

“On my way” He said before returning Oni to its scroll. Apparently the two genin were going on a mission, something he hadn’t planned to do today, but ryo is ryo. “It looks like I’ve been drafted.” His tone was low and filled with same amused sarcasm he’d carried around him since The day was turning out to be far more interesting than he thought. Sato had never met a man with a similar soul to himself, or even one he found remotely attractive. Today he’d encountered both of those at once and couldn’t help, but feel a rush of excitement and even happiness. He loved the idea of being with someone like him, even if Agito was a “loudmouth”. “Not that it mattered since he made up for it in other ways and appeared to have something akin to a brain.

“Clearly, this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” His words were filled with an easily detectible mix of humor and sarcasm. Sato was starting to find the humor in this situation making it much easier to deal with Agito’s anger. And besides, his snipes pissed Agito off, proving that getting even was far more satisfying than getting mad. The short walk to the shore was rather short and not too bad. All they needed to do was

[Messatsu!]

+40 @ Both!