Self-Awareness [Naga]

[Iizuka]

The Aburame trekked sluggishly through the snow, the cold winter chill hanging hauntingly about. It was a deep arctic wind that easily pierced his clothing, chilling him to the very bone. Here, in Tetsu no Kuni, the skies to Iizuka appeared to never change from their bleak conditions. Blankets upon blankets of snow fell upon the earth, coating the landscape around him in a seemingly endless sheet of white. The only hint to changing terrain were the mountains that rose high into the skyline in the distance; otherwise, the world was one flat endless plain of purely snow.

Thoughts of the discussion with the Kusa nin plagued his mind; how could he offer his assistance to Kusa when he had not been able to find any Taki nin himself? Not to mention his own weaknesses, for he was certainly unfit to build an entire nation alone. The work itself would be overwhelming, it was impossible. Surely the citizens could help him, but what would become of the nation after its reconstruction? Such few numbers could not defend against the greater countries, not in the state Taki would find itself in. What he lacked was more power, for though he had survived the war, there were surely others like him well beyond his capabilities. Yet, although he could become stronger, perhaps it was even more so that he lacked the cold-bloodedness, fearless disposition he would need to defend his country.

He came to a halt as he sighed deeply, merely standing in the endless plains of snow, not moving, silent.

[marvolous.]

This was no fun, to say the least. Tetsu no Kuni was, without the faintest doubt, the most boring place I could ever stumble upon. It was very dark, very cold, even very boring - it was almost comparable to being locked up in jail again. Yes, again. I wasn't always the boy scout that my facade made me out to be, even as much as I tried. I could have put that charm to use if I was better at it though, but with blue hair and a gas mask equally as eccentric as my mane, it was quite the difficult task, y'know?

I was lost: I didn't have a place to go, nor did I desire to be in any one place. Frankly, I had ended up in the mundane nation just out of sheer luck-- wait, what am I saying? Luck had nothing to do with it, perhaps it was my curse? "Ain't anything better to do around here anyways." I spoke, though their wasn't anyone around. Strange? Maybe.

"The fuck is there to do around here!?" I screamed, my feet guiding me further and further into the country with each step. I wasn't aware where I was trekking, but I didn't care just as much. Whipping out a cigarette I allowed the soft end to reach my lips, my gas mask pulled up slightly in a means to free my mouth. It was a strange sight, even with the fact that everything about me was strange in itself.

"Fuck this!" I spit and breathed at the snow, my disdain for everything in the world oozing from my tongue. "Fuck that!" I spit again, this time at a near by tree as I continued stepping back. Without even thinking, at the touch of something on my back I turned and released another load of spit - turns out I wasn't alone. "Oh, and fuck you too!" Oops. My bad.

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Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Rank: Unknown
Danger-level: Impossible to scale.

Will add shinobi specific information in due time.

[Iizuka]

His cries echoed out into the snowy plains, yet their sound never reached my ears. I was far gone, lost in the recesses of my mind. I pitied myself for not being strong enough, and I loathed myself for pitying myself. The cycle crushed my spirits, and further I fell into this lost thought. I didn't even notice as the cold permeated my layers of clothing, first numbing my body. I started to lose sense of my emotions and, on top of that, my actual sense of touch. I was simply going to stand here and die, for surely it was easier to rid the world of my existence than to stand around pitying myself. However, it would appear as though fate had something else in mind.

The figure collided into myself walking backwards, and as I awoke from my trance I looked up to have the wad of spit collide with my face. Disgustedly I threw my arm up, wiping the rather rancid liquid from my eyes and face as I caught his words, his blaring voice hurting my ears. Just as quickly as I'd sunk into my depression, my feelings changed, flaring outward in an angry burst of emotions against he who had provoked me. My hands flew outwards to push the man away, and in my frustration I barely even noticed his extremely odd attire.

"Back the FUCK OFF!"

Almost immediately I recoiled, and now fear replaced what had been anger. I had no idea of the man's capabilities, and now I had potentially provoked him myself. Oops. My bad.

[marvolous.]

What the fuck?! It was my bad, my mistake; there was no need for such a mean response. This kid was lucky, on most days I would have completely incapacitated him, perhaps, even killed him slow. But today, oh today, I was feeling particularly generous! You know what? I wasn't going to kill him, no -- that in itself is too mean. I needed something that wasn't as cruel, and yet would leave a lasting impact on him. Hrm. Uhm. I got it!

"Theres no need for pushin!" I yelled as I, with but brute strength and swiftness my lean body didn't seem to have, both leaped and jumped onto the person infront of me. It was such an eccentric movement that done at the right moment - like ding ding ding, when he recoiled - that it would have been near impossible to judge and force him to the ground. I didn't know who or what he was, but why did I need to?! I'm obviously a pyschopath! Y'see, that hurt my feelings alot. Apologize!" Seriously? Of course.

As if my words didn't have enough weight in them to make him do just that, I'd push my hip closer to the man's face in an attempt to tea-bag him should my little leap-push actually hit and come to fruition. I did not care nor prepare for any movements in retaliation, instead I just used all my might to further violate him. "I SAID APOLOGIZE." The longer he waited, the closer I would get.

Opps. My fucking

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[Iizuka]

Just as quick as I had recoiled would he be upon me, his body pushing against mine with a physical strength I hadn't expected of him. Swiftly we collapsed to the snow, and as I sunk into the snow I'd open my eyes to see not only snow falling upon my bare skin, but also his vile crotch being shoved up to my face. Every despicable passing moment brought his groin closer and closer to my face. In my disgust I only heard "Apolgize!" I was dumbstruck with what to do by the suddenness of his actions, and I couldn't even open my mouth to speak.

Not that I'd want to open my mouth; as his crotch came closer a scent drifted outwards, reminiscent of that odor one finds in a bottle of vinegar. My eyes teared up as he came closer, my arms struggling beneath his weight. Even my insects seemed to struggle, and I began to wonder if maybe they, too, had been subject to the paralyzing odor that emanated from this man. In sheer natural instinct I had to take command of them, and as they poured out from my body they would crawl through my clothing, with at least a few of the insects overtaking the man due to the proximity.

The Kikaichuu came from all areas over my body, spreading over my bare skin to clearly show them to the attacker. They wouldn't do anything except try to latch onto him, hopefully instilling fear instead of actually eating his chakra. I pushed my head back into the snow, trying to further myself from his crotch as I, in desperation to remove his crotch from inching closer, shouted out, "I'm sorry!" I could already feel the vomit coming up my throat, so swallowing it back down I awaited the man's next response. I already knew I was making it worse, watching my insects flood out over the snow and over myself. How the hell did I get myself into this, anyway!?

[Iizuka]

[ Exit ]

[KID GAMBINO.]

Iizuka | 20 EXP
Naga | 15 EXP