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May 2, 2013 16:31:31 GMT -8
Post by Jonny on May 2, 2013 16:31:31 GMT -8
Ichirou Inuzuka
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Ichirou Inuzuka
Ichirou had been heading outside the gargantuan front gates of Kirigakure, seen only with all of his shinobi attire and weaponry, accompanied only by his fellow companion, Siku. His katana was sheathed on his left hip, his Wakizashi on the right. His 3 kunai packs were scattered, one on the rear sides of each hip, and the third clinging to the back waistline of his pants, hidden by his clothing, albeit still a noticeable bulge of black on his back.
But who was Siku? He was Ichirou's partner, bound by fate, blood, and pride. Together they grew up as toddlers, runts of their liter, albeit both firstborn. Ichirou was the first son of his parents who held roots in Kirigakure as descendants of the Inuzuka clan.
Moving further from the gates whilst straying down a long, curling trail surrounded by forests and wildlife, Ichirou was wearing a rather generic outfit. Black shinobi pants and footwear, along with a black sweatshirt were over his body, his Kirigakure headband tied around his neck, the plate facing frontwards. On his face were the fang-like markings of his clan, a way of showing their pride for the clan. At waist height Ichirou's dog, Siku, walked beside him. Wearing nothing but his natural black fur with unorthodox blue decorations, he was a figure hard to spot on this darkening night, with the trees blocking any rays of light from the village of Kirigakure behind him.
Now out of site, Ichirou and Siku were in a pitch dark forest, following a widely used trail. Would anyone else be coming their way? Ichirou sniffed the air, as Siku stayed close to his side, alert and staring in different directions as he heard bugs fly, frogs croaking, and trees swaying with the wind. He was stiff and rigid, Ichirou noticing his discomfort by looking at the scorn look on his face.
" I think we'll be safe tonight, Siku. Don't be so tense. Besides, we'll know if somethings comin' our way. These noses and ears can't be beat! "
Rubbing the back of his dogs head and it's ears, giving them a quick but rough scratch, he tried to cheer his friend up. Cause that's exactly what Siku was. He was not just some dog, this dog had only one owner, one reason to wake up, , one reason to fight, and one reason to die. Ichirou Inuzuka. With a small yipe the dog wagged his tail at the touch of his master, enjoying the scratch. They both began to grin, their jaws revealing the canines which worked perfectly for tearing into flesh of all kinds. Everything was good.
Ichirou Inuzuka
Winds and gales fluttered, the leaves dancing along in synchronization as Ichirou and his dog companion had took a pause in their journey. Everything was noisy and moving, especially the wind. However from a distance Ichirou thought he noticed something, and then a silence overcame the forest and wildlife in that direction. Even Siku looked in the direction, as if he were rather interested in what was going on over there. It sounded like leaves rustling slightly, albeit there were already leaves everywhere. But Siku began to nudge Ichirou, whimpering. He was trying to tell Ichirou he could hear something in that direction, something was almost calling to him. Taking a kneel and petting his dog, he put his right ear in the direction his dog Siku's faced.
" What is it you hear, Siku? Leaves again? "
Siku whimpered softly and shook his head left-to-right, disapproving of Ichirou's guess. Siku, being the actual dog, was much more sensitive to noise. He could hear a high-pitched noise, something many dogs would recognize. Ichirou and Siku were completely still and silent until his master finally picked up on the noise.
Whistling..? At this hour? Let's go check this out real quick, Siku. "
Moving in the direction of the whistling, it took Ichirou a moment to notice Siku still several paces behind him, his ears tucked down along with his tail. His head drooped low, a sort of cowardly look in his eyes.
" You're gonna let me go all alone? I thought you were a dog, not some pussy cat. It's just whistling, Siku. What's the worst that could happen? "
Holding out his hand towards his dog, he whimpered and then yelped, allowing a single loud bark to follow after that, a sort of shout-out that he wasn't going to let Ichirou go by himself, even though he had a bad feeling about this noise. Moving in the direction, Ichirou used his ears along with Siku's to guide themselves forth through the dark forest. Stumbling once or twice with Siku nudging him back up swiftly each time, he ventured forward for a little over two minutes before he could notice the whistling gettign much more loud and clear to his ears.
" We'll just see where it leads and investigate the noise. After that we can go hunt for something you can eat. How 'bout it? You with me? "
Siku smiled with his tongue out, giving Ichirou a look that meant for him to lead the way. Siku was good at watching his back, making sure nothing got the drop on him. Moving forward, it took a larger amount of time than before, but as they kept their casual walking pace, a structure of sorts revealed itself in the distance.
Approaching it from the front, Ichirou could hear the whistling much better now. Still due to the natural high-pitch, he couldn't discern the person's voice, therefore not their gender either. But from Ichirou's experience, whistling was a joyous gesture or means of expression. Not something people looking for or already in trouble would do. Right?
Reaching the door, Ichirou pushed it open without so much as a single knock or warning, he simply barged in, wanted or not. It was decorated with two large wings, not something he was used to seeing. What did it mean, exactly? Was this a special house where you needed an invitation? He didn't notice this place on his way through the path, and it wasn't known to him who resided within. Some squatters, maybe? Somebody from Kirigakure? Venturing inside, lights revealed a red carpet stretching straight forward towards a throne. Inside the building, sitting upon the throne was a female, one with long brown locks of hair. He had no idea who she was, but she had gotten his attention regardless.
" See, Siku? It's just a nice girl. So...what IS a person like you doing out here, whistling, all by yourself? You don't enjoy company? "
Standing just inside the doors, there was room between Ichirou and the female entity within. Breathing room, he would consider it, as he had just entered a house in a manner which could be considered illegal to some. He wasn't breaking in, however, as the door was able to be opened. It was still pretty conspicuous though, for her to be out her. Ichirou was rather confused and bewildered, as his dog Siku began to whimper lightly. He nudged Ichirou and tugged on his pants leg, gesturing for them to leave since it was seemingly nothing to be concerned with.