Finally Free (IO, NK)

Kyumo Norowareta sat huddled in a pile of snow. He was barely alive and badly beaten, but he was free. 14 years... almost my whole life... with them... I'm finally.. I'm finally free... How am I supposed to feel right now, other than in pain? Because... I don't know. I don't even know where I am right now... So am I supposed to be happy, or am I supposed to be afraid? It doesn't matter. I do know that this white stuff feels good though. It stops the fire. Is this what they call... snow? Kyumo thought, still huddled in a ball. He was bleeding and bruised, and his body was shaking slightly from both cold and trauma. He coughed a little, red splattering the snow atop the mountain. His long sleeved-shirt and pants had very few holes in them, so the scars and most of the cuts littering his body were hidden. However, the cloth was very thin and did little to keep out the freezing cold.

Kurasa had been walking with the beast he had just recently found as it seemed as if they had developed somewhat of a bond together. The beast did not appear to fully trust him but it did seem that the beast was thankful for Kurasa's nice treatment regardless of the fact that i had attacked him. Kurasa had continued to walk through the snow of the mountains of Kumo through an area where he had never been before. He was searching for a new spot to be alone in or perhaps just a way down the mountain back to civilization, whichever came first. But it appeared the beast was growing restless because every few steps it would stop and appear as if it were searching for something. Kurasa had to keep telling it to come on in order to prevent it from stopping and leave them standing there in he cold looking amongst the snow like fools. Then as they neared the top the beast stopped and snorted in the direction of the peak of the mountain top. It appeared as if it were directing Kurasa in that direction but it did not quite want to go there itself. Kurasa cautiously went over in the direction of the mountain top approaching the top ever so slowly. It was as if the snow itself was melting off Kurasa's feet thats how cold it was and the fact that it was the dead of night definitely did not help much at all. But then Kurasa saw a lump on the ground about 3 feet away from him. He looked back at the beast to see if it was still there which it was and then he walked over to the lump.

As he approached it with caution he hoped it would not be an animal or something that was hiding in the snow from a predator or attempting to stay warm in he snow which was pretty damn stupid. Kurasa approached the lump and cocked his leg back to kick the lump. If successful he would kick it and identify what it really was. He would not kick it hard it would be a soft ish kick just to see what the lump was.

TWC: 372

1575/2500 of owning Little T

Kyumo felt the kick, and it sent a surge of pain through his body, even though it was so slight. He was immediately terrified, scared they had come back to get him. However, the Masters hated it when he didn't answer them, and he wasn't all too sure it was them anyway. "H-hello...?" he stuttered in a shaky, crackly voice. He immediately tensed up, waiting for the blow that always signaled his master's return. However, he did not look up at his kicker. The Masters hated eye contact. So he kept his blue eyes turned down, his naturally blue hair falling in his face.

Kurasa looked down at a cold looking person who was all in the snow as if he wanted to get some sort of sickness or something. "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU" Kurasa shouted surprised that somebody would willingly just lay down in a bed of snow. He was not quite sure weather or not if he should help the person or if he should just leave them to perish as this could all in all be a trap. Kurasa's father had taught him to be wary of travelers in need of assistance as they could sometimes be bandits or worse looking to get a bit of ryo or just get some sort of a sick kick through watching others pain or through their own sexual pleasure. Kurasa motioned for the beast to come over because it was all the way over in the back about 5 meters away shivering its ass off looking like it needed a cover or to perhaps just be in a warm place. Kurasa hoped that the person would be ok because regardless of his cautiousness he needed to help out this poor soul. He would ask the person then "what's your name and why are you here in the snow like this?"

TWC: 578

2047/2500 of owning Little  [other WC earned in another topic]

Kyumo jumped at the voice at first. Yelling... That's not good... Wait, I don't recognize this voice. It isn't one of the masters, so perhaps I'm safe...? he thought. He hesitated to speak for a moment, not used to being properly addressed like this. He also didn't feel comfortable telling this person why he was here, feeling that if he looked weak, the person would take advantage of that. Kyumo looked up at the person, trying to find his eyes with his own deep, dead-looking blue ones. "K-Kyumo.. Yuki..." he said cautiously. He really hoped this person was nice, whatever that means. Apparently nice people don't nearly beat you to death everyday. What a life that would be, actually feeling safe for a change. He knew that anymore hits and he might die, so he just sat still and looked at the person, tensed for a hit but hoping not to get one.

Kurasa looked down at the boy who seemed as if he would collapse at any point in time and perhaps die on the spot. Kurasa would not have a death with him around especially if he could help prevent it. He did not want the one who had introduced himself as Kyumo Yuki to perish on his watch. Kurasa weather the boy allowed it or not would bend down and grab the boy by his right arm. Then if that action occurred he would pull the boy up and flop Kyumo over his shoulder and stand up carrying him over his shoulder. After picking the boy up like that Kurasa wondered why Kyumo had not answered his second question but figured it was because he was too weak to answer. Kurasa walked over toward the beast hoping that i still had enough energy left in it to carry this poor soul back toward the village and hopefully over to a hospital or even better his mother who was a medical ninja that worked for the hospital as well as in the Raikage's transfer chamber.

Kurasa would walking with Kyumo over his shoulder quickly as to get out of the blistering cold as quickly as possible hoping to avoid all of the wild dangers that often presented themselves in the mountains of Kumo. When Kurasa reached the beast it appeared the beast would know what to do and would lower its head so the boy could lay on it. Kurasa would raise he boy up on to the beasts head so he could get a free ride on top of it. Kurasa himself would jump as well to provide the boy with some sort of comfort on their way back to the village.

TWC: 869

2338/2500 Familiar ownage

Kyumo, upon being grabbed, struggled fiercely. He always did. But as usual, he wasn't as strong as his captor, so he gave up. He was sat on the head of a beast, and the animal began taking him somewhere. Kyumo, stricken with fear, asked shakily, "Who are you and where are you taking me?" Blood from the wounds across his body began showing through the thin fabric of his clothes, making large spots of crimson on the white cloth. He coughed a little into his hand, red dots showing on the skin. Right, they hit my chest. I had better be careful. he thought, taking a deep breath. One would think he'd be in tremendous pain, but honestly, this was how he usually felt.

Kurasa had wondered why the boy had been so resistant when he was carrying him but he brought him nonetheless. Kurasa listened to the boys back to back questions wondering if he was ok or if he needed to bring Kyumo to a real hospital instead of his mother that could only do but so much. Kyumo had thin clothing on as well as blood all over. Kurasa wondered silently where exactly he had gotten those wounds from but kept that thought to himself. Then he said to Kyumo "i am bringing you to the village of Kumo and i am going to get you medical help." Hoping that the boy would not keep resisting Kurasa would tell Little T to head toward the village and hoped they would be there soon and that it would not take as long as Kurasa thought it would. Kurasa would then ask Kyumo "Kyumo are you ok, do you need anything?"

TWC: 1027

Me-di-cal...? This was a foreign word to the boy, who had never received any medical treatment before. He was always expected to get over him himself or die, nothing in between. So, out of curiosity, he asked what this word meant. "What is medical treatment? And also, are you a nice person? Because I'm not quite sure what 'nice' means, either," he said. Kyumo didn't know it wasn't normal not to know what medical treatment or kindness meant. He just had never been exposed to it.

Kurasa was pretty surprised when Kyumo repeated the word medical slowly as if he had no idea what it was. Kurasa had completely forgotten about his common defense that he usually had with everybody and had completely abandoned the idea that this boy was going to trick him in some way. Kurasa's father often told him to watch out for those who will deceive you in anyway possible. Kurasa knew that this boy's pain was genuine and he was truly in need of help. Kurasa answered him by saying "Medical treatment is something that will help that feel better and look better" Kurasa said while pointing toward the bloody mark on Kyumo's shirt. Kurasa looked over toward the distance now seeing the village up ahead as they would most definitely be there soon. Kurasa then went to answer Kyumo's second question of what was nice. Kurasa was not very good with the definition of common words but he would try the best he could "Nice is when somebody helps you or does something for you with no intent on getting anything in return, nice is when somebody does something for you and is willing to help regardless of weather or not you asked for it or not." Kurasa had explained what being nice was the Kyumo the best he could but he also wondered why it seemed Kyumo did not really know much. It was as if he had been living under a rock and did not know common words of phrases used in everyday life.

TWC: 1283