Custom That's How I Do(P/IO)

A price...that word continued to ring through the young boys mind continuously as he continued to search for an answer for his master. There was always a price to pay for anything given or obtained in life, even in life their were prices that one needed to give in order to proceed or move on through it. He stood there for a moment as he continued to look for the answer to her question before sighing he would shrug," Misaki i cannot fully answer this question due to the insufficient data that i have, only through myself can i fully say there has not been a price but for others i am not certain. It is something i am still working on however and i hope to lessen or eliminate the negatives so that no one loses their life to this power," with that he would simply remain silent and let the two continue with their conversation.

As time went on however and Misaki was through speaking to him, he would listen in on the conversation with the man in front of him as they spoke of something he knew nothing about. Although Yaju personally knew nothing about the lives or for a better words the life of Misaki besides what she told him in prior conversations. Although this would be a good history lesson for him and would also allow him to know a little more about the woman that he served. Although Yaju never had a good life himself and preferred not to talk about it, he only had his sister which kept him alive for the moment. He was however curious as to where his sister had been and was hoping she was fine and okay, although his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of lightning. He quickly looked up to see lightning emanating from Misaki's body, although he wasn't scared he was however on alert in case it came in his direction.

When all had calmed down he would return to his normal tone or so the wolf boy thought he would see that Kuro and Misaki did have some sort of history although from his point of view it sounded more like a comedy. When the question of his own standing came up he was about to answer until Misaki answered for him, in which case he simply nodded and gave a half smile," Due to her generosity i was able to finally live a life of meaning," that being the only think he wanted to say he would smile at the idea of going to an actual lab.

As the teleportation ended all that could be heard from Yaju was a very audible "fuck" as he held his stomach for a few moments and then went to look around with his byakugan. So many things could be seen for the moment until the lights went on and his byakugan soon after went off the lab was....very interesting to him although this had been his first time in one. Looking around he would make his way to a book that was laying about although he would not touch it out of respect that this wasn't his place. When he had heard Misaki's voice he would turn around and look, the smell and sight of the blood made him a little off as he turned to Kuro to see if he would answer her. The visible tears on her face were enough to see that she was both disturbed and confused.

Yaju had took a small step back and continued to look around, avoiding to look into the room because he knew that whatever was in there would soon come to light. In his mind he had done and seen enough killing to simplify an answer for him, although he did wonder what happened in this lab with the man that now stood in front of him. In his own mind he was starting to see Kuro as a mad scientist or possibly someone who had just wanted power and knowledge, but deep down he wondered what this man truly was.

Kuro's mood turned solemn as she mentioned how lies were drugs to humans. She was right, and he knew it. People lie so they can lie more. An abhorrent cycle that made his life even more tiring. He had experienced the worst lies, and the worst truths. It was why he never really lied. He was tired of it all, all the secrets, the hiding, the falsifications, everything. What did it all lead to? Pain, misery, suffering, and rage. Oh he was no stranger to any of those. The pain he had felt when Minatsuki died, the misery of realizing his parents had pretty much sold him into slavery, the suffering he had carried through all these years. Then... there was something that he feared. His rage. Most people have set patterns when it comes to anger, and will often get angry over simple, if immature, things. Kuro, as always, was different. His rage came from everything, and yet it contained nothing. He very rarely got angry, but when he did, it stopped. What stopped? Everything that he held deep in his heart, all the fear and respect he had earned, his admittedly limited morality, his scientific curiosity, his hope, all of it stopped when he got angry. He disregarded all but his goal when he got angry, if anything stood in his way, it would end up erased, not just destroyed, but erased so that there was never any hope of it coming back. His rage was a monster, and he knew it. Kuro took a deep sigh. "I never considered myself human." He muttered to himself.

He rolled his eyes at her suggestion to put on a shirt. She wasnt getting as flustered as she had before, but she still wanted him to put on a normal shirt. Frankly, he saw nothing wrong with his current shirt. He shrugged, knowing it didnt matter. He always wore strange clothes for a ninja, probably because, being a master of darkness, he really didnt need camo. His eye twitched when she spoke of her sister again. "I dont know anything about it alright? I was in Kumo, she wasnt, I wish I had been, because whoever caused it would be fucking dead." The rage in his voice was obvious, and sounded more like a growl than a response. Of course he was angry! He was one of the most powerful people in the world at the moment, at least in the top ten, yet he couldnt do anything to bring her back, nor could he predict her death. If he had known... Well, he would have been there, slaughtering whatever was there besides Minatsuki herself. He took a moment to breathe, knowing better than to sulk in rage. That would be unhealthy, especially for him. Still, he didnt like to be reminded of the only time he had ever truly felt powerless. Well, when he felt powerless, but really wasnt. He ran a hand through his hair, a random habit he had when trying to calm himself down. "Look, if I knew anything about who, or what killed her, Id be parading their head through their hometown to here."

Her response to his question of Mangekyou was surprising. She knew something. Oh he almost laughed too. Him, not know what these eyes meant? What was required to gain them? Please. "How do you think I attained these eyes? The very last tie I had to my family was killed, and I didnt even recognize him until it was too late. Dont you dare lecture me about misery. I know what these eyes represent, and I know all about it." Normally, Kuro would have been much nicer, but insisting that he knew nothing of his own power was enraging. Oh he knew all about pain, all about death, misery, everything that had to do with these eyes. Frankly, as of late, his rage was towering over him constantly, and he was sick of it, knowing that the wrong words could change his attitude easily. Misaki spoke of Minatsuki. "An embarrassment?... You didnt know her that well did you? She was the strongest woman Ive met, able to keep up with me no less." Sure, it made him sound arrogant, but frankly, not many could keep up with him anymore. "She let nothing stand in her way, even if she was attached to it... If I had opposed her, She probably would have cut me down without remorse... Do you understand what kind of strength it takes to keep going after shit like that? She may have been sadistic, a killer, hell, she helped us massacre Kirigakure, but dont go judging her actions when you havent been through them." Kuro took another deep breath, and moved his hand through his hair again. He really needed a vacation at this point. "Heat isnt the burden, its what it may cause that is. If I cant survive in that armor for long enough, someone could die because of it."

"Maybe Ill tell you a few stories..." Now, people may not expect Kuro to be emotional, but that was due to his control. He was emotional as hell, but he had enough control to keep from showing it. Any trust he gave meant quite a bit to him, and to betray that trust meant he would completely sever ties, and possibly limbs, with you. Oh he was forgiving, to an extent, but after you hit that extent, and kept betraying his trust, you were in for a night of hell. Probably why his trust was both easily given and hard to earn. He could tell most people's personalities just by a single sentence, and if his assessment was good enough, he gave a bit of trust, however, if it was wrong, it would be hard to earn his trust. In fact, it was his emotional control that kept his eyes moist, but kept him from actually crying. "You have to understand we were both young when we met. I had practically been sold into slavery by my parents, so as you can imagine, I was rebellious. She was an heiress, arrogant like most, but to a lesser extent. At first we both looked down on each other, but as we spent more time together, we began to understand each other, and less of the stupid shit we argued about before mattered. We grew up, thats what really happened. When some of the elders or whatever ran that clan saw that she favored me over their other servants, and that I was, at the time, a chuunin in skill, they made me her personal bodyguard/servant." Kuro was about to go on, but he was cut short by Misaki opening the door that held the EGWs. Experiments Gone Wrong. It was pretty much a closet, but it was filled with the most disturbing cases of his experiments going wrong.

Well, this brought back a few memories. Some of these experiments were recent, but some were as old as the lab itself. "That room..." Kuro took a deep breath. "Boy, uh.. Yaju, come here." He walked slowly towards the open door. Inside was nothing short of the most gory and disturbing sights one could imagine, organs strewn about, skeletons seemingly exploded, random but large pieces of skin laying about. It had a few in tact bodies, which had turned purple. Those bodies were swelling at the stomach, no doubt from some disease the lab had been used to experiment with. The faces of those bodies were frozen in looks of horror, unimaginable pain, and some even looked happy. It was disturbing to most, but seeing as how Kuro had helped create most of it, he was immune. "You spoke earlier... of the price of power." He shifted his body to look at both Misaki and Yaju. "This is the cost of power, innumerable lives taken for a few goals, none of which have helped society as a whole." There was an unidentifiable tone in his voice now. "These people... they werent murderers, they werent madmen trying to kill everyone, they were innocents, they were those who simply went to the wrong place at the wrong time..." Yes, his voice was certainly different now, as if some unnatural force had invaded his body, one no one had placed with him before. He turned his head away from them. "I killed many people... all of it was to protect myself and Minatsuki. I failed." For once, he did nothing to stop the tears that were going down his face. "Earlier, when I said not to question if I knew what these eyes meant, I didnt explain. My misery is that I killed all of these people, telling myself it was right because I was going to protect those I loved, because they were doing nothing of their lives when I took them. I dont care that I killed them. I care that their deaths were meaningless. THAT is my pain." Sorrow. Of all the emotions Kuro had shown since his arrival, sorrow was not one of them. He always seemed to be happy and free, but now he seemed to be contained within himself. It was obvious, he was blaming himself.

Yaju spent his time looking around the Lab some more as he picked up a book and began to read it, although it seemed to be a medical book of some sort which was a shot in the dark due to Yaju having absolutely no knowledge in the medical aspect. None the less he continued to read the book until he was either needed or something came up which always did when he was around. After a couple of minutes of reading the book he would have heard a door open and the instant smell of decrepit bodies and the pungent odor of death hit his nose which was enough to even drop this wolf to his knee. Standing up he would cough for a moment before thinking to himself," What the fuck is that smell, did something die and rot in here or what...," his thoughts interrupted when Kuro had called him over to see what was inside of the room. Standing up he would walk over to the closet and look into it to see a sight that he thought was impossible for one man ...rather a human to even accomplish in a lifetime. The bodies odors and scents just melded together to make a scent that even Yaju wanted to forget, yes this was indeed something that was starting to put fear into someone who had not known the feeling in his life.

His eyes turned to Kuro of whom he stared at for a moment, trying to figure out and muster the words to ask the question of how and why he decided to do these thing but soon he had gotten his answer. As he listened to Kuro speak he would look to the one he served and even he was unsure of himself now. Even someone that was as powerful as the man in front of him lost his master, but what would that hold for someone like Yaju? He could visibly see the emotions that were shown on Kuro's face, a tale of something that he could never understand. His price of power was certain... he did anything to protect the one he served, even took the lives of the ones seen here and maybe even more. The thoughts that ran through the mind of the young boy drove him to back away from the two at the moment, his own mind was unable to contain what he had seen but he was not on the verge of breaking down.

There he stood amongst truth's and ruin, until he was snapped out of it by Misaki's yelling and without a moment's notice she was in the face of the man yelling at him about what he had said, but it was weird that yaju understood what he meant. Power had so many risks...so many paths and battles that tore through a person's mind and body until they were a shell, merely a husk of what they truly were.

Was this the power that yaju wanted so badly, to go through and kill any who stood in the way of his path and of the one who he served. So much had happened in such a short period of time that he was slowly losing himself to his own aspirations. The smell of burning bodies finally woke him up and as he heard the declaration of his master he would finally know what his decision was to be.

Taking a step forward he would look at the two individuals and speak with a new tone in his voice," Lady Misaki...Rather Lord Raikage, you asked me at one point what my goals and dreams were...and my answer was to protect you at any cost, but i have found that my answer was not correct it was simply what i felt at the time," his hands were trembling, but not because of the situation at hand, no it was because he had finally found his own resolution. Sighing he would stand up straight," As long as i can move...as long as i can fight, i want to help pursue your goal until the world that you want is achievable... no matter the cost to my body or mind i will help you with whatever you will of me," his eyes then turned to Kuro whom he would look in the eyes," I do not know what power you possess or what knowledge you  have, but i ask that you help me obtain the knowledge that i need to better assist Misaki in, the cost is not important to me," knowing what he was getting himself into, he needed to become someone who could help instead of just kill and be a common solider, he needed more.

In life, many believe that a great balance exists. This balance is what lets the world exist. Many forget that nothing is set in stone, and everything has flexibility, even if it isnt much. Human physiology is a great example of this. The human body can function under so much damage, but the slightest damage in the wrong area, and its all over. When opposites exist, they do not just exist, but they coexist, often in the same place, peacefully. People call certain emotions opposites of each other, they call attitudes opposites as well. Most people though simply in black and white. Some even saw in Black, grey, and white. Kuro saw all the colors. What did this mean? It was simple. To see in black and white, one needs a flawed human perception from ones own mind, using constant comparisons to their own life, often judging things they didnt understand. To see black, grey, and white, one must accept that there are mixtures, and they often accept more controversial ideas, however, while they have more understanding of others, they cannot imagine themselves going through another person's miseries. Now, to see all the colors, one needed to experience things that shouldnt be possible. One must be able to separate themselves from the human factor. To do so... Kuro believed he had made himself a demon, but in truth, it could go either way, as a demon, or as a saint. Before, he had thought his future was set in stone, he thought himself a demon, and embraced it. He slaughtered hundreds, for barely any reason. There had never been a hint of doubt until now, so he had thought himself happy. However, in the midst of it all, he lost himself to what he had become. He saw himself before as a dark gray, almost black. The most unholy taint upon this planet. He was wrong. Kuro always believed he was the villian, the predator, the victor. He believed that he had been given things, like his intelligence. When he started looking at himself from the outside, he immediately realized several things. For one, he was lonely. Yes, lonely. It had always been hard to connect with people who did nothing to excite or surprise him. None of them had matched his intelligence, his morals, not even his minor activities. Two, he took that loneliness, that desire to be respect, and warped it into a desire to be feared, which he had succeeded rather well at. Three, he took that desire to be feared so far that he had slaughtered hundreds in his delusional state. Oh yes, it was delusional, as he mistook temporary peace for true happiness. Looking back, he had been happy when he was feared, but it was temporary. With respect, you dont get a thirst for more after you get the respect you wanted to start with. With fear, that thirst keeps growing bigger and bigger. And that spun about the largest realization of all. He was weak.

Throughout his life, which, in length, was short, but in experience, was long, he had never really been happy. Maybe a dull sense of fulfillment, but never happy. Who could really blame him? Looking back, his past was rather dark, what with being sold into slavery at a young age by his own parents, becoming a body guard, damn near obsessing over someone who had probably accelerated his own madness, watching the sole person he cared about die, realizing he was the last of his family. No... There had been a few moments. Kuro forgot about his brother, and how happy he felt when he met him. That was the happiest day he had in his life, but even that was dulled by the lust for fear. Then when he met that Alice girl a while ago, someone who he felt was very similar to him. Kuro began to look at his life through another's eyes, Misaki perhaps. She had seen his childishness, and his flirtatious nature, and those didnt bother her that much. Sure, him flirting a bit had flustered her, but she wasnt horrified like she was now. Kuro had not grown up in a normal environment. By all accounts, he was a sociopath, at least partially. Oh he cared for his brother, but he knew that if his brother tried to kill him, he would not even hesitate to put him down. With that revelation, he realized he had been what people called him, a demon. But demons had once been angels who had sinned. They were fallen angels. Part of him wondered if it was possible to become a risen demon. After all, is it better to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?

Kuro's hair shadowed his eyes as she destroyed that room. He felt something he hadnt felt in a long time. "Do you know" His voice was cracking now, showing his throat was dry. "why I kept that room?" He paused for a moment. "Everyday, ever since Minatsuki died, I pondered my past, pondered my reasons. At first I saw nothing wrong, but I was still looking at it from my perspective. I am a killer, a murderer, but I do not enjoy meaningless deaths. I did before she died, but after... I woke up." His voice was now the solid, determined tone that he had before, but it was... different. Before, when he spoke, his tone had an insane pitch to it, a good deal higher than this one. Not only that, but his voice had never been this... solid. When he spoke before, you could hear fluctuations in his voice, changing as the sentence went past his lips. Now, it was solid, determined, like one would get when making a vow. His voice sounded different entirely with such little changes. Before, his voice would make most people's instincts howl in detest, but now, that element was gone. It was as if he had an oppressive aura before, and it suddenly vanished. "...I visited that room every day, I kept looking back and thinking about how much I wanted to change. I never wanted any of it. I didnt want to become the demon everyone personified me as. As a kid, I always saw myself as that lazy strategist everyone knew could kick ass when needed." He let out a mirthless chuckle. "Had I known... I would have stayed innocent like that as long as I could." Kuro would have hugged her if it werent for the lightning coming off her. "You destroyed the last part of me that was clinging to the past... thank you." He lifted his head, staring into her eyes. Before, his eyes seemed to be bottomless pits of despair that would swallow someone whole. Now though... now they had fire.

As she spoke, he glanced at Misaki and Kuro couldnt help but compare her to the color yellow. Yellow was a sign of hope, of the dawn. She wanted to change the world, she, unlike Minatsuki, had that purity that was so rare. As he looked at himsef mentally, he saw that dark gray color he had been before lighten. People often say that people dont change. That was incredibly ignorant. Some say that people cant change overnight. That was just as wrong. Kuro knew that better than anyone. Moments like these may not have instantly changed a demon to a saint, but without these moments, those paths would never open. Kuro glanced at Yaju and held back a smile, since they didnt know what he was thinking, they may take it the wrong way. Yaju, a much brighter gray than his own, but still dark, was also on the path to lightening. Kuro glanced back at Misaki. "I would teach you all I could about this lab if I could, but I cant. I can give you some basic knowledge, but it would take years for you to fully understand this. However..." For a moment, Kuro vanished into the hallway, before coming back with a brown book. "Minatsuki held this close. She loved it, and I dont know why. Maybe I have too much respect for her to read it now, maybe Im just not meant to, but I have a feeling you are. Your sister tried to be pure, to change the world. Unfortunately, she, like myself, began to see only the cruelty, and decided to fight fire with fire. She told me once, her ancestor had an organization that was meant to change the world, for the better. They fought, killed, but not randomly. That was where we failed." Kuro held the book out to Misaki. "Before you take this book, I want you to swear, on everything you are, all you care about, everything... swear that you will not fall down the path we did, and that you will try your damnedest to fix this broken world." Kuro locked eyes with Misaki. "This book, I have little doubt, will explain her actions and this lab. If you swear all that to me, you will get the journal, and my help with your goals. Not servitude, like your sister had, but help. Im done with the mistakes I made, Im doing this the right way now. So the real question is, are you going to stand tall, or fall back into the unnamed section of the history books?"

Yaju's eyes were for this one moment normal, instead of them being slitted and feral they changed into the eyes he once held as a young boy. Perfectly rounded and small pupils stared at the woman in front of him and his own words rung in his mind as he internally smiled for a moment," The things i had fought for, the people i had killed...what did i do it all for, just to become stronger or just to live. It wasn't for nothing yet... why do i feel so different," He thought to himself as he sat there and continued to listen to the words of both Kuro and Misaki. As he listened to Kuro, he would wonder if there was something he could learn from the man although everything came with time and eventually Yaju would have his own moment, although all things learned from the wise are things kept in mind.

His mind would once again shift to Misaki as she spoke to him, her words struck home and allowed him to think about his life in whole before he answered. His whole life he fought for only the satisfaction of becoming stronger and living... but it was after his meeting with Misaki that his life had gotten meaning and purpose. It was during her speech to him he would nod and give the second warm smile that she had seem from him," Misaki... you were the one who gave me purpose in life, before i had met you...i had nothing to live for. I was simply a vessel in which carried only my hatred for people and my anger, even after killing my father and being locked up i felt empty like the world itself had forsaken me," slowly sighing he would look down before reassuring himself, his eyes began to shake as he felt himself crying but he held it back due to him not having a reason to cry.

Nodding he would chuckle," Yet it was after that day when you set me free you gave me the light i needed to become something useful, you were my salvation that had gotten me to this point. So you ask me if this is the path i want to take, then my answer is simple," holding his right hand out to her, with the palm extended outward he would nod," This is what strives me and this is what i have chosen for my path. I have lost everything that i held close, my mother and my sister but you have given me something more," for once he had a new light in his eyes as they returned to their normal shape.

Everyone around him was changing at a pace that he could never keep up with, but with these two individuals in front of him he was finally becoming something different. He looked around the lab for a moment as he thought of something for himself to do, something to make his path a reality. Reaching into the pouch on his back he would pull out a book...in fact this book was what began his journey and it was going to end there. Using his left hand he would set the book ablaze with his lightning, soon the book was no more and his hands would retreat to his pockets. He listened to Misaki name her regrets and placed them to where he could hear, although he did not regret killing his father, he had that feeling of regret that some people carried with them. Shaking his head he would smile,"Thanks to you two i have found something important, although to be honest i would have never thought i would have an event like this happen at such a young age," although this was to himself he would look at the book in Misaki's hand and wonder what that was about.

She had accepted the promise, with all its responsibilities. Kuro couldnt say it was a wise move, but it took some damn courage. Did she fully understand all the hardships she would face on the path she wanted? The misery she would see? Feel? If she did, then she had earned Kuro's respect right there. She would not be his master, no. When Minatsuki was his master, he let himself be warped by her, to be changed. No more, he would change himself, with her as a guide. She would guide him to the light from his darkness, but he would, in turn, make sure she stayed on that path. That was his position now, a fence to keep people on a path, and out of the danger. What better weapon against the darkness, than one who controls darkness? Okay, technically the darkness they needed a weapon against was metaphorical, but who else had actually been so deep in their sins that they had a room based around it? Even so, Kuro's Excussum was an incredibly dangerous skill, but even without it, he would still be an S ranked shinobi, dangerous to even other S ranks, so with it, he was... Not a god. He was a... a sage. Yes, a sage. Just like in the past, the sages had often gone from the greatest of evil, to the greatest of good, and that fit him rather well. The sage of darkness? Eh, itd work for now. However, he still needed to find a pair of Mangekyou eyes, but this time, he would look for nonviolent solutions. After all, Koroshi had said trading eyes would work, and it would be a good offer to switch eyes with someone.

Kuro put his hand on Misaki's shoulder. "Believe me when I say this. Believe what you will about Minatsuki, she may have been cruel to her enemies, and even to nuetrals, but she loved everyone who was close to her. You, your father, her family. All of you, she loved. I have no doubt about that. She never said anything about you to me, but then, I never asked." Kuro smiled down at her. "The way she treated Kurisu showed me that she had nothing but love for her family, and I have no doubt that included you. I think she would be proud." Kuro took his hand off of her shoulder, and shook her hand. "I trust you understand how difficult the path you have laid before you will be, so I shall not warn you. However, a piece of advice. Trust those close to you, and hold them close." To those who knew Kuro, it was a new occurrence for him to be so polite and caring. It was true, or at least had been in the past. From now on, he resolved to himself to be different. For too long, he had let himself mope about and take his emotions out on people, now he was through with that. He always wanted to be a leader, so now he would be one, no more hiding in the shadows, he would protect this village. He was easily the most capable person at the moment, being able to teleport any people who needed away from the village during an attack away, being able to conjure up solid walls of darkness to stall any attacks. He had always used his darkness for offence, but in reality, it was just as good when it was defensive, but it was best, when it was both. That was the idea for his new armor, protecting while attacking.

Kuro turned to Yaju, and spoke softly. "we all have had our darkness, the key is to move on, I suppose. Each day you let yourself regret it, you run the chance of losing who you are. Embrace yourself, and change yourself to be who you want to be. You love to fight? Fight without killing unnecessarily. You love to argue? Argue in good faith. You love to train? Train with a friend, help them grow just as strong as you." Kuro grinned. "Because when you get strong, you start missing being able to let loose without killing." It was true, he hadnt really let loose in quite a while. It was painful being so controlled, having to watch even when he touched people for fear his strength would harm them. Admittedly, before, he barely controlled himself, just enough to keep from harming his allies, which, lately, had decreased in number until it was only himself. Sure he had been something of a friend to Kurisu, but they barely spoke. Same thing with Valerie and his group. Hell, even Koroshi. None of those people had any trust in Kuro, nor did he have any trust in them. It was to be expected, since they had only met once or twice, and even then, not for long. Misaki now had a bit of trust, as did Yaju. Misaki had shown him something he hadnt seen since... ever. Hope, the hope for change, for a new beginning, something Kuro wished he had earlier. To change himself from that raging beast before. Something in him now, felt... calm. Yaju reminded Kuro of himself, hell he sounded like himself when he was back with Minatsuki. It was... disturbing. Yaju, however, was willing to show his regrets, while Kuro spoke nothing of them, and took it all out on people. During that time, only Minatsuki was really safe near him.

Kuro looked at the two of them, and smiled. If they had continued down the paths they were on before, he had little doubt they would have ended up like Kuro and Minatsuki had, but this event had changed them... and him. "If either of you ever need my help, you have but to ask. For now, I am going to need to research these eyes, and no more human experimentation... well, unwilling at least." After all, he would STILL experiment on himself, and probably give other people some enhancements that came from his experiments, if they asked. Before, he held everything he knew for himself, but now, he had decided, he was going to spread his knowledge, and make the village as an entirety more powerful. He was still a scientist, but now he was a humane scientist. Some may considering what he did inhumane, but only because they did not understand biology or any science really. Any uneducated person would call surgery inhumane if they didnt understand it. It was strange, the ways minds worked. Perhaps he should start some experiments with those. Human reactions always interested him, but these experiments would probably be mostly surveys, so he would still have time for other things, like these thrice damned eyes of his. No, not the byakugan in his chest, but the Mangekyou. There had to be a way to prevent blindness, otherwise he would swear off those jutsu, regardless of how useful they were. No jutsu was worth losing his eyesight, although... He needed to test if those jutsu effected his byakugan eye. If they didnt, he would still be able to use the jutsu, but he would have to stop before he went blind, otherwise he doubted hed ever be able to heal from that blindness. "You think I have no need to thank you, but you have no idea what you have done for me." Kuro smiled softly. It was a dark moment, but it was brightening, just like him.

The words of Kuro had caused Yaju to reflect on alot of things in his past, but his words had also caused him to smile slightly...it would seem that this man could see into him or maybe they were similar in some way. It was strange however how fast things gone in life for him, after so long of being alone and fighting to become stronger, he had finally gained what he wanted all along- recognition of his skills and growth not only as a man, but as a ninja. The soft yet subtle touch of Misaki's hand shocked Yaju out of his small trance as she spoke to him, her words filling him with happiness until she had unexpectedly kissed his hand and thanked him. Now for any normal guy that would have not phased him, but this was one of the first given type of affection that he had been given and his face was soon redder than the color of a rose. Stammering a bit, he would look away and smile," No...no problem Misaki, it was all for a reason and i am glad it came to pass that i met you," shaking his head he would walk amongst the lab as Kuro and Misaki began to talk for a small moment. It was funny how far he had came, from a wild and troubled boy, to a wild and calmed man... his story wasn't the best but thinking about it made him smile a bit.

[Flashback]

Yaju had woken up after a long day of training with his father whom at the time was just coming home from the mountains after his own heavy training, his father was known as the great bear of Kumo, not because of his sheer size but due to the way he fought and acted. The door would be open with haste as a kunai was thrown at the young boy, causing him to quickly dodge and roll out of the way to avoid the deadly assualt. A heavy laugh would come from the man as he crossed his arms,” You were five seconds to slow boy, it seems that you need more training if your just sitting around the house slacking off. You will never become strong at this rate,” it was hard pleasing the old man enough with just his daily training, but this was the life of one who would inherit the skills of his family. Yaju would stare at the man with his normal yellow eyes and sigh, avoiding eye contact with his father for a while before looking into his cold red eyes,” I was helping mom earlier tote some heavy logs for the fire and also trained with some of the kids today not long before you came home father,” no reason was good enough for the man, this was apparent from his heavy sigh and how he pointed towards the door. Yaju already knew what this meant and hopped off of the couch and headed towards the backyard. Today he had been wearing a worn out tan shirt which was frayed and slightly torn at the bottom, blue training pants and no shoes. His feet and arms up to his mid arm were covered in bandages from the many days of training so he did not really wear much.

The old man of his pointed to a tree which had numerous indents and holes from punches and kicks, the holes being from his father and the indents being from him. Knowing what do to Yaju stepped up to the tree and began to get ready, his father standing right behind him and stomped his foot, indicating that the training would commence. Nodding, Yaju would begin to punch the tree with all of his might, putting small indents into the large oak tree, every ten hits his father would throw a fast yet heavy punch at his sides to make Yaju dodge although he was never to stop moving only either counter or dodge. This went on for what seemed like hours until Yaju had leaned against the tree, panting heavily with blood slowly seeping through his bandages and also from his mouth. He looked back at his father who had simply looked at him and walked off into their house and soon his mother replaced him to take of his wounds.

His mother was of fair looks and had red hair with yellow eyes, although if his father was a bear, she would be the gentle mother grizzly that tended to her young. Taking off the bloody and dirt caked bandages she would sit there and talk to him about somethings which at the moment he did not understand being young and all also due to the fact that he was slowly yet surely losing his own mind. The days and nights soon passed and his own training would continue as his father became more and more brutal until he was finally ready to fight the bear himself. Although at this time Yaju would have matured quite a bit although he was still far from mastering the animal fighting style, his senses and speed were getting closer and closer to what they should have been. It was during a rainy afternoon where the clouds had muffled the sun giving it a gloomy yet ominous presence in the sky, Yaju was preparing to fight his father for the first time the both of them squaring up for what would be a most interesting bout. The rain would being to intensify as the two ran at each other and began their fight, both throwing punches and kicks in an attempt not to let either one touch one another. His father whom used the Bear fighting style was slowly but surely pushing Yaju back whom at the moment was only a novice in his own fighting style: the wolf. It would be at one moment where his father thought he had Yaju beat, he had thrown a fierce open hand thrust at his arm but missed, hitting the grown man in the face and creating a large gash on his face. His father outraged began to wildly and quickly throw a barrage of punches which soon broke through the Young Yaju's defenses and not only broke several of his bones, but also gave him a large gash across his face which spanned from one side of his nose to the other.

Yaju spent the next several months in the hospital recovering before finally getting out although one might of thought he was heading home he had in fact left the village without a trace, only to come back several years later and kill the man whom once had so much power over him. In the downpour, the lightning would flash as his mother came back to see Yaju buried into his father's neck, the blood from him gushing everywhere as Yaju stood up and looked at the man's eyes which were rapidly losing their color,” How does it feel to lose to that which you have created old man, the wolf has finally killed the bear,” the boy said without remorse as he continued to stare at his father. With no words the man chuckled, knowing what he wanted to accomplish was done and died with a satisfied smile on his face. His mother whom had panicked ran to the authorities and told them of what they saw, the immediate response being them subduing the young boy although he did not go down without a fight. After his capture he soon lost all respect for the world and soon lost all feelings only to be replaced with anger and malice.


After The Storm...

Yaju's life had changed with his incarceration, which he had no problems with. As he arrived to Kumogakure's Prison he had eyed the many men and women who were in their for some of the very same reasons he was and more. As he walked in every inmate would stand and cat call to the young boy, some of which simply wanted to take him and make him his bitch and some of which who wanted nothing more than the thrill of killing the boy as a means of fun. None of it really bothered him in the slightest as his feral eyes had soon locked onto the room where he would be spending the rest of his supposed days in. As he walked in or rather was escorted into the cell, he would be greeted by his roommate, whom at the time was simply known as the bookworm..very obvious how he had gotten the name, the room or the side he had slept on was riddled with books of every kind. The older gentleman who looked about eighteen or nineteen stood up and welcomed yaju with a blank expression,” So your the killer everyone was talking about, well I hope you can fend for yourself because your going to need it. Names Toharu but everyone calls me bookworm, you can have the bottom bunk if you want, I like the top because I can read easier,” awfully friendly for an inmate, but Yaju shrugged and threw his things onto the bed on the bottom and fixed his bandages, the only thing he was allowed to keep.

As he finally finished settling in, three inmates would come to the cell and look in, first looking at Toharu then to Yaju as they pointed and talked amongst themselves before clearing their throats. Toharu looked up and at them before going back to his reading, and Yaju simply laid there for a moment. The one in the front who could be described as the leader of the two took a step in and cleared his throat again,” Hey you fresh meat, can't you see were talking to you,” the tall one said. Yaju spared him only one glance before chuckling,” I don't speak ugly barbarian so if your going to try and act tough at least back your little shit up,” standing up he would sit his left hand into his pockets. The second man to his left would growl and step forward,” Aye you better watch who your talking to newbie, or else your not going to see your first night here,” the boss or one in the front would hold his right hand up to silence his grunt and smile,” Know what kid you gotta pretty smart ass mouth, be a shame if someone took it.. i'll be seeing you around kid trust me,” the three soon leaving from the cell gate and off to their own block. Toharu would turn around and look at Yaju with that same blank expression as before,” Seems like you will make it here fine just watch your back, that guy there was Kohren, or better known as the “boss” you either work for him or your his bitch..unless your me of course. Either way watch your back because he will send some of his goons after you,” Yaju had laid back down as the boy had talked to him, only giving him a slight grunt before looking up at the bed.

It was the next day and Yaju had already survived his first day in prison, although he would still be getting some weird looks from the other inmates like he cared. It would now be the time where all of the inmates would go out and have some “free” time although Toharu was the exception that stayed in the cells and read. Yaju had walked out of the cell and went outside although he stayed away from the other inmates he would do a little training on a wall that was secluded from the rest. Not really expecting someone to come up to him, a lone group of men would come up to him, this group consisting of at least five or more would surround him for a moment as one stepped forward and looked at him for a moment. Yaju stopped only for a moment to stare at this man before he spoke,” So your the one who talked back to Kohren..you either got some mighty balls or you are asking for a death wish, either way me and my friends here just want to talk to you for a moment,” Yaju had smirked and huffed before looking at the large group. Setting his hands into his pockets he would shake his head,” What do you want? If you want to hold hands and sing I would rather not, so if you do not have anything that interests me then leave,” the man in front would laugh before throwing a quick punch at Yaju, Yaju quickly dodged and kick the man in the stomach before pulling his hands out and taking a fighting stance,” If you wanted a fight all you needed to do was ask, I will be happy to kick all of your asses,” Chuckling he would wait for the first one to come at him, although the rest would stand down one would get a little too cocky and run at Yaju, throwing a swift punch to his midsection. Smiling, Yaju would throw one to counter his and grab his arm, while in the same movement throw him over his shoulder and break his arm before the man had had hit the ground. The leader had at this point stood up and chuckled,” Well it seems like I was right about you, so Mr. Savage, how about you join me for dinner and lets talk about something... if you like fighting I don't think you would want to miss this,” his curiousity piqued, Yaju would sit his hands back into his pockets and walk off,” I will think about it,” with no further words he would disappear back into the prison.

After a while of being in the prison, Yaju had joined the underground Prison fighting clud, in which he would fight in some of the underground fights that had been going around. Most of the inmates participated in this to either have some fun or fight some of the people they wanted dead. Many fights included free for all'd, one man vs a group of people or even the occasional battle royal which many of the more veteran inmates were in. After only a month and a half, Yaju had gotten into the top ten fighters, taking on any and all who would actually fight him and came out with minimal to no injuries. Although in some of the fights there were more..underhanded so to speak, so most participants had used either a weapon or some illegal weapon or jutsu. It was during his second month that he received his moniker “ The Savage Wolf” and also marked his second battle royal. This one however had many surprises, one that included the current raikage and her father as well as the warden sitting in to observe. Many of the inmates were talking amongst themselves saying that whoever won this one would be set free, although they were mere speculation Yaju did not care in the slightest he just wanted to fight. As the day went on more and more fights ensured and for some reasons Yaju's fight was fixed to a fight to the death with the very group he first encountered here, Koharu and his gang. As Yaju stepped into the small caged arena, he would eye the twenty odd men that had either a shank or a kunai, no doubt given to them by the warden or maybe they were smuggled in. Yaju only had a pair of worn out fingerless gloves that he had gotten from one of this past fights. As the bell rung, the men would charge at Yaju and surround him, three running at him while Koharu stood in the back. Yaju smirked and began to quite literally beat the living shit out of them, killing one with his own bone..that he ripped out of his arm. The crowd went wild as Yaju continued to rip into these men one by one, until it was only him and Koharu.

Koharu had applauded Yaju for killing all of his men although now he would have to fight the big man himself. The fight continued for a hour before Koharu pulled a desperate move and stabbed Yaju in the stomach, the result making him cough up a little blood. Although Koharu had thought he had won, Yaju surprised him and ended the fight by plunging his hand deep into Koharu's stomach and pulling out his intestines. With the fight over, the bleeding Yaju took his victory and walked to bandage himself up. With the Battle Royal over, Yaju would have won the prize, his freedom but he did not care about being free at this point and gave the prize to one he knew, Toharu. With his only “friend” gone, Yaju dove deeper into the bloodlust he created until he had openly killed inmates outside of the battle royal because he could. With these actions, he would be thrown into solitary confinement and given nothing but the worst. It was after his fifth month here that an unlikely visitor had came to visit him, at the moment it was the leader of the village Misaki although in time he would know her as only Lady Misaki. With her arrival marked his freedom and his new life as a ninja of Kumogakure, although his tale and the paths he made were not over yet..

[Flashback End]

It seemed like after that moment, Yaju had decided to try and become something more, although as he walked down his path he had of course met with many regrets and challenges in which he had passed but not without a little blood being spilled. Thinking over it, he decided that he needed one more change before he could be free of his past burdens. Yaju began to walk around looking at the various research material, some of it being things he would or could not even dream of doing. At any rate, he would have just walked out of the lab and down its long corridor for a while until he had reached the entrance, just a few moments after the small rumblings of the earth had subsided. Looking out into the entrance he could see Misaki and a ... forest? He wondered was that always here or did something happen, but he shrugged as he sat his hands into his pockets and looked up," Say Misaki... i have been hearing that you were gathering elements for something, and i was wondering if you had room for one more?," waiting for her reply he would nod and chuckle," Well a while back i had actually came across gaining the Yuki Clan element- Ice, and seeing as i have no use for it, i could openly give it to you if you would like. I want to find something else that could be useful to me and i think by studying some of the things here i can find it," if she had took him up on his deal however, he would wait for her to take it..however she did.