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As the punch connected and the force was evenly distributed through out the young boys body he tried reaching up for the childs throat as well. He was slightly slower than the propulsion that came though pushing the young boy back and saving him from the effects of having his throat slowly crushed. The blow was decisive and it wasn't till the boy careened into the hospital wall, smashing through did he snap back to being slightly in control of his impulses. The night still held sway over his body and guided it to do as it pleased but Youka was more aware of himself.

He was slipping into a downward spiral that needed to be stopped, he didn't want this to end though this feeling of blood lust it was orgasmic. It wasn't his own blood lust that he was feeling, it was coming from the young boy who was now making his way from the crater his body had created. The intent to kill was practically seeping through and off this childs frail yet durable body. This child wanted Youka dead and it wasn't just a normal death he wanted, It would be in the most brutal of fashions that this young one would rend the flesh from Youka's bones if he let up even a little.

If Youka were to show this child any mercy or signs of him being lenient to this youth it would send the child over the edge into the embrace of despair and anxiety. That would spell the end of Youka, so he stared down the child that was now running towards him baring all his hate and malice. Youka would in turn do the same letting his chakra flow freely allowing the child to take it all in. Telling the boy without using words that he would allow the child to release all of his frustrations and contempt on Youka's body and in return Youka would do the same.

"Show me your darkness, Show me your strength" Youka would utter throwing his hand out to the sides in an outstretched manner as a father would to accept a hug from a loving child. The distance was closing fast yet it was still moving in slow motion and Youka could read the expressionless face of the boy and all his movements to a fault. There would be no reason to dodge what was coming he would accept the boys attack directly and absorb into himself reading it for all the knowledge it would contain. This would not be a battle of who could get out of the way and react faster this was a pure barbaric exchange of fists and kicks nothing more nothing less.

Then it happened it seemed like it took forever to come to fruition but it did and the impact was marvelous, the blow connected with its intended target hitting center mass oh so beautifully. The feeling of pain racking through Youka's chest as he slid back two meters was only over shadowed by the sheer joy of it all. Indeed this child deserved a reward for his actions and be rewarded he shall be. Standing tall again placing his left hand on his chest where he was struck pressing on it to feel the pain again of bruised flesh and eerie laugh escaping into the night air causing even the crickets to become deathly silent "ah..ha..haha...ahhh...... this was getting bad.

The two meter gap closed, if you blinked you missed it both of Youka's arms raised in a chopping manner bent at the elbows he would bring these down full force on the shoulder blades of the young child intending for it to cause a kneeling motion from the boy"kneel....". If indeed he could read the childs as he thought he could causing the child to kneel would push him that much closer to the edge, this child was not one to bow to anyone but he would bow tonight, and Youka would happily accept the repayment that followed for slighting the child in such a way.

What exactly had pushed Kenzo to this point? When did the pain become pleasure? When did war become a game? When did the thought of burning another human being alive ever induce a state of euphoria upon the small boy. Causing injury to the other male that managed to disturb Kenzo's sanity was the only goal for the small child. This was not revenge, for Youka had never wronged the small child; they had met today not long ago at all. 


Then again, had anyone ever truly wronged Kenzo? Had Kenshin, brother of the eight year old Uchiha, ever harmed Kenzo in anyway before Kenzo sent him to the hospital? Had Ayumi, Kenzo first crush, ever said anything to him before he began to dream of melting her ripe flesh from the bone that held it all in place? Had Koaru ever threatened Kenzo before Kenzo left his near soulless body float upon the surface of a small pong for all the pretty girls to see? No. Not a single one of them had ever threatened his life in any way, yet he, one more than one occasion, dreamed of introducing them hell. Perhaps it was when he had become a shinobi that Kenzo's state of mind changed. No, Kenzo's mother told him stories of his younger days, days when he thought burning the other children at the playground and stabbing his father in the eye were enjoyable activities. He hadn't become this way after rigorous training, nor had he transformed into a monster after his incident with a predator... Kenzo was always like this. He had been taking pleasure in the pain of others since the day he was born.


A smile, one that could not have been described as anything except malicious, stretched savagely across Kenzo's face as Youka welcomed the blow to the chest. However, that smile disappeared when Kenzo witnessed the results of the attack. Youka had only slid back a measly two meter when Kenzo attacked, yet Kenzo had been hurled through the air. In comparison, the results of Kenzo's attack were smaller. This was not the first disappointment that the young spark had during the duration of this exchange of fists. He had not managed to avoid the first blow, which might have proved to be decisive. Luckily, Kenzo had not fallen to the first blow, and now that he could gauge the speed of the one known as Youka, Kenzo knew how fast to move to react, or so he thought. 


In an unsuspected blur of motion, Youka was standing before Kenzo once again. Kenzo's eyes widened at the site of this.


How did he-


The thought itself was interrupted rudely by the sound of Youka's voice. Youka spoke, yet he had released only a single word. That word... That word was...


"Kneel"


Kenzo replied with a single question. One that expressed fully his confusion and disbelief as Youka raised but arms.


"Kneel?"


Just as the words let Kenzo's lips, a sharp pain met both of Kenzo's shoulder blades. Youka had brought both elbows down Upon Kenzo, and Kenzo fell. He fell to the ground, and laid there motionless with his arms extended at his sides. The difference between their power was too great, for Kenzo could not, even for a second, keep up with Youka's speed. Barely managing to track Youka's movements were not enough. Landing a single, lucky blow upon Youka's frame was single not enough. Unable to get what he wanted, Kenzo did what any child would do.


From the inner corners of those bloodshot red eyes came moisture. The moisture only grew as the seconds past, then, when those eyes could no longer hold back the salty liquid, tears ran down Kenzo's cheeks. Shutting his eyes, Kenzo allowed the salt water to stream to the dirt that Kenzo's face rested upon. Before even Kenzo could react, those mixed emotions: sorrow, that deep broken feeling in Kenzo's chest; despair, which stemmed from the belief that he, Kenzo, could not inflict pain upon Youka; and shame, which settle within Kenzo's heart as the sound of Youka's laughter registered within Kenzo's mind, swirled around within his very soul before surfacing as a single emotion, rage, the source of the Kenzo's power. Much like the flame, Kenzo's rage would destroy everything until it could no longer exist. Rage was a power that could not be controlled nor stopped, only satisfied. However, the only thing that would satisfy Kenzo's rage was Youka's pain, here and now. Kenzo needed to see it, and Youka needed to feel it. At the very moment, Kenzo could hear a beating deep within his frame. THUMP THUMP That beating pushed Kenzo to rise, for he was not dead yet. Kenzo's bent his elbows, flattening his palms upon the ground as the beating within his chest pushed him to stand. And, as he rose to a stand, Kenzo opened those bloodshot eyes to reveal to the world his Sharingan, which had been brought to the battle unconsciously in the face of Kenzo's anguish! That beating within Kenzo's chest pushed Kenzo to fight!


"I BOW TO NO ONE!"


As the small male rose to a stand with his Sharingan active, he curled the small fingers of his right hand into a tight ball with his small bicep muscles flex in preparation to send that fist straight for Youka's chin with enough force to detach the male from the ground, and send him skyward. If it connected, Youka wouldn't fly far, only a few meter out of Kenzo's reach. That punch, whether it hit, or missed was only the beginning of the true battle. Now, Kenzo knew he didn't have to hold back. Now, Kenzo knew Youka was the one who would push him. Now, Kenzo was fight without holding back, even as the tears fell from his cheeks.


[Applying for Two-Tomeo Sharingan]
[WC: 4036]

Again everything in the world fell silent, the only things to be heard were the breathing from Youka and the child that now lay on the ground. At least he hoped the young one still drew breath, not for the childs sake but for his own. He wanted more destruction, more pain, more hatred, he wouldn't be satisfied with things ending like this. Get up get up get up he thought his mind screaming it at the child, now was not the time to stop moving.

If the boy was going to fall here when he had only begun to awaken Youka's true self then someone else would have to pay. The night was still so wonderfully young, there was so much that could be hidden under the cover of the moon. He wold make sure this village payed the price for this child disappointing him so. Was it only seconds that had passed while he gazed down at the child or had time passed them by leaving him to forever look down on this child.

He heard something so small in the void between them, it was like a drop of water. Was the boy indeed crying, no it couldn't be, this child wouldn't shed such tears and lay down defeated. Youka's smile stayed on his face but it took on a disgusted mannerism the child who he thought was of equal darkness as himself was laying in the dirt shedding tears. Each drop that hit the ground disgusted him more, this was not how this was supposed to end, the boy was meant to rip him limb from limb, show him his own internal organs, flay the skin right from his bones. This night was supposed to show the brutality that humans were capable of, he had thought they were barely scratching the surface of what they could do to each other. Youka wanted his bones broken, he wanted the lacerations, he needed his own blood to leave his body and paint the ground red.

The shortness of breath and the despair of kill or be killed were the things calling from his body, he had been cheated this night. How dare this child open up these doors with no way of meeting or closing them. Youka finally managed to gather the control it took to begin to turn away from the broken boys body......

There was movement...

YES...

the boy was slowly moving...

DO IT...

Kenzo was raising himself up from the ground....

GET UP...

Youka was not wrong about this child he had what it took to brutalize him in the same fashion he wanted to brutalize the boy. Standing in front of him with deep crimson eyes..those were new, the boy hadn't had them a moment ago. They pierced through the very fabric of Youka's soul showing it for what it truly was. He had seen these eyes before twice, but never before in battle would he finally understand what they were and what they could offer, was their anything special about them in the first place. Too many questions had been asked and too little movement was taken, he never heard the boy yell that he didn't bow.

He was already airborne with deep pain in his chin, had he been punched. when did it happen? He didn't know. Now though he felt the resolution in the boys fist, now the by was serious. Youka had pushed the child to his breaking point, it took more moments than he expected but it was upon him. The full wrath of this child would be swift and met with an even swifter answer, if the boy was no longer using restraints then neither would Youka.

He would stay airborne completely lateral with the earth going diagonally upwards. He had the cover of the night his threads would look as mere shadows moving in the darkness. Allowing the flesh on his back to tear tiny holes would appear under his clothing, 100 to be exact they were small and threads wriggled out of them sliding up and down his back on either side lining his whole back. They would move to various openings in his clothing 25 per each sleeve and 25 per pants leg opening.

They would lie there waiting for the next attack that was sure to follow. For now he floated up in the air his gaze catching the moon as it lit the sky dimly with no stars insight. Indeed tonight would be beautiful.

[Approving the Two-Tomoe awakening]

THUMP THUMP


The beating within Kenzo's heart grew stronger as a number of villagers awakened to witness the battle between shinobi. They peered through cracked doorways and glass windows to gaze upon the night sky in which a black silhouette floated. What they saw, what Kenzo saw, was petrifying. The man, Youka, who was gradually gaining elevation with the night sky began to sprout a number of black tentacles. His new monstrous appearance only served to make his everlasting smile appear more menacing. Still, Kenzo had no fear. How could he be afraid? He was angry.


THUMP THUMP
I don't have to hold back anymore. I can fight...
THUMP THUMP


Kenzo's figure had been unnoticeable to the naked eyes of those villagers who observed the battle between the boy and the beast from a distance. However, a bright light emanated from Kenzo's body before he suddenly had a transformation of his own. His entire upper body began to glow a bright orange from within, and, without a shirt to hide the boy's power, his appearance was revealed. With every THUMP of that boy's Fiery Heart, a wave of light flashed from within his body, and, with every flash, that boy's thermal exoskeleton skeleton was revealed. It could be seen as clear as day, all except the boy's skull glowed from within. Those tears that ran down his cheeks evaporated in an instant, and, even though he continued to cry, no tears fell. Heat emanated from the small child's body to no limit, distorting his glowing figure in the dark of night. Still, Kenzo's transformation was incomplete, for as he looked up to Youka with the blessed Sharingan a second tomeo seemed to grow within those crimson irides. The entire world seemed to slow to Kenzo, especially this moment. The moment Youka had been knock skyward, and Kenzo had every intention of taking advantage of this moment. Kenzo smiled. He smiled. He really smiled! A vicious grin made obvious the boy's evil intentions, for his first plan of action was to catch Youka, then Kenzo would rip the unsuspecting male apart limb by limb. 

Fight!


Upon seeing the two males go ballistic, those doors within the village that were once cracked open quickly slammed shut, Those eyes that peered through glass windows could look no longer, for the gruesome appearance of the two combatants was far two much to watch. Instead, trembling hands reached for curtains to cover the windows, and families gathered within their basements in hopes of avoiding any contact at all with either of the two males. The citizens already knew that this was no longer a battle between Shinobi. It was a battle between monsters. 

"FIGHT!!!"


With that belligerent war-cry, the little monster served as the light of the battlefield, and monster who remained in the air was nearly hidden by the dark of night. Still, the sight of the little monster went unhindered by the darkness. The slightest bending of his knees signaled that the little monster's assault would begin shortly, but that time would come far faster than Youka thought. For as the little monster pushed off of the ground, it shattered beneath his feet, leaving a small, hot, glowing crater where he once stood as his body was sent barreling through the air in Youka's direction at speeds he had never displayed before to anyone.(Flight Speed 95 + Sharingan 5= 100) To the villagers, the movement would be impossible to track, but Youka would see, if he was even looking, Kenzo's glowing figure, which was completely blurred by the meter thick layer of heat that surrounded his body(Burning Strength 63), flying straight for Youka's floating frame without even the slightest hint of hesistation. 


Kenzo's right fist was already cocked backwards as he flew towards Youka, and, upon reaching arm's distance between himself and Youka, Kenzo would fire his clenched hand forward with every intention of smashing into Youka's gut. (Kenzo's Strength 32 + Chakra Enhanced Strength 95 = Strength/Burning Strength 127) If Kenzo's attack where to connect, or if Youka were to come within a meter radius of Kenzo's body, his body would be set blaze by the heat of Kenzo's touch. If the punch connected, the sheer force and burning strength of the punch would undoubtedly tear straight through Youka's gut, and Kenzo would reach into that split of Youka's scorching body with his free hand before ripping Youka into two different pieces. On one end would be Youka's blazing chest and upper body, and on the other would be Youka's flaming mid-section and lower body. Those pieces would be allowed to fall towards the ground below.

[4758] [If the hit connects, -1 extra stamina post for Youka]

This night was to be one for the record books sadly no one would be around to witness such a dark battle. Yet there were mere villagers still trying to watch what they could not understand, there was nothing about this quarrel that was normal. The smiles on each of the participants face were sadistic as they both wanted the taste of blood to enter their mouths. While the man floated his gaze shifted down his body to take in the boys whole visage, the boy was starting to glow and heat was again pushing off this childs body, so Youka was right the heat was coming from Kenzo.

Youka studied the boy closely, he knew the attack would come soon now, indeed he had awoken the monster inside Kenzo. There were no more reasons for Youka to hold back anymore either, he would show the boy terror and despair still without ever touching the ground. His elevation was beginning to leave him as the boy made his move maybe it was because he was losing his elevation and the boy saw a moment to strike as the two bodies got closer this however was a mistake for Kenzo, Youka wasn't without a plan.

This child had indeed gotten faster maybe it was because of his anger surging through his body vitalizing his energy or maybe more realistically it had something to do with the new eyes that the boy had acquired. The glowing and heat coming from the boy set all of Youka's primal senses off even if he was born without a brain his body would have told him this is something you don't want to get hit by. Now that the boy was serious, indeed he would have to dodge and react no longer taking the childs hits directly. If he did it would spell the end for himself and he had no intention of dying here.

As the boy was leaving the ground and the earth was cracking beneath him from the power that he put towards it Youka watched and studied. The boy was telegraphing what was about to happen as he clutched his fist towards his side if Youka was right the strike would come from that right hand. Youka acted accordingly he would send all 100 threads down on to the child at full speed. First they would arc inwards on themselves as they closed distance with the help of the boy moving forward the moment would be instantaneous. He would use his tendrils as a springboard as they would all come in contact with the childs midsection if he didn't react. They would do no harm to the boy as they would just be used to transfer the boys momentum to Youka as Kenzo flew forward Youka would be propelled backwards effectively keeping their distance the same as if the Child never left the ground. If the tendril were to get burned away by the boys outer heat Youka could easily replace them so such things were not to worry the man. The boy should have reached where Youka would have been by this point so Youka would have the threads make a spring like motion and push off the boys form pushing him even higher into the ground at a speed of 70 letting him propel him self 3 more meters into the sky causing his altitude to be 8 meters high.

Now things would get to be interesting letting an unknown amount of tendrils break from his back they would make for the ground as fast as possible on impact they would serve as a steady station allowing Youka to stay airborne indefinitely. From here he could also launch an attack from the ground while still attacking from the air. If the child still hadn't reacted by now Youka would allow the tendrils on the boys frame to begin to cocoon around him and tighten before throwing the child back down to the earth with full force.

Tonight was so beautiful and the air this high up was untouched by human lungs as he breathed it in he felt alive and this battle was elevating his senses to untold heights. He swayed back and forth on his tendrils in the sky it would look almost as if he was dancing in the moonlight but his full attention now was on Kenzo. He couldn't afford to give the child the upper hand in anything anymore. Nor could he tease the child and make him any more upset. Anything more and this fight would turn on to the village where anything and everyone would become involved. Youka didn't care about their lives, only his and he couldn't have any more people coming in to ruin his celebration right now.

The boy would surely attack again and he would be ready for it he let his chakra senses fill out the boy even more allowing him to focus completely on the boys chakra reading it like a book he would be able to spot Kenzo out of a crowd even if he couldn't see him before this night was over.

All Youka heard was a voice in his head, for a moment he thought it could be Hika which slightly made him go off balance, he didn't need to be scolded again. He started retracing all the threads back in his body and that was the last thing he remembered before he received a strike at the base of his neck.

(Exit)
(23 stats +46 jp)
(TWC 4634)

Approved

Kenzo too had felt alive. He could feel the fire and adrenaline pumping through his vains. He was sure, even if this attack missed, he would still tear Youka's soft frame asunder. Kenzo was not given that chance this time, however. It was a miracle that all went as planned for the male, for neither the heat that emanated from Kenzo's body nor the sheer temperature of Kenzo's body had proved hot enough to burn Youka's tentacles away, strangely. Call it luck, but Maku's appearance had somewhat stunned Kenzo's body. Kenzo hadn't made a single move against Maku, even though those enhanced Sharingan eyes blessed Kenzo with the ability to see almost perfectly in the dark at the moment. Kenzo, in fact, could track all of Maku's movements clearly in the dark just as he could track Youka's at the moment, until Maku "teleported". Not only that, but Kenzo's eyes were blessed with a strange gift. It was as though he could see a few seconds into the future. Kenzo hadn't noticed this yet, as his vision seemed to be completely normal to him. 


Kenzo watched as the red-haired man snatched Youka, Kenzo's opponent, out of the air, but Kenzo did nothing. Kenzo listened to the red-haired man, and allowed himself to fall from the sky under the influence of no force except gravity. This would hide his power of flight from the two males by making it appear as though Kenzo had only jumped. Kenzo noted the man's words... "Our Style". Were the two of them related somehow? They held some of the same characteristics. Those questions were for another time. 


Kenzo's rage simmered with his body after Maku vanished with the bod of the unconscious Youka. None of Kenzo's abilities were displayed during this fight, none except his extreme durability. Not even Kenzo's inhumane strength had been displayed. However, Kenzo's current form wasn't all for show. Kenzo allowed his body to smash into the ground below, but he felt no pain from the impact, only the impact itself. This left a foot deep indentation of his body in the ground. The earth had been melted by the sheer heat of Kenzo's body, leaving a molten liquid in it's place. 


Kenzo rose to a stand, allowing the ashes of his bandages to fall from his body. This fight was already over, and it had been interrupted by a male who Kenzo did not recognize at all. This was quite disappointing, but the urge to rip Youka apart still remained in Kenzo's heart. He'd have to get permission to leave the village soon to, hopefully, finish their spar. His figure returned to normal, and Kenzo returned home for the night. Tomorrow, he would ask for permission to leave the village.

[Exit; Close]
[TWC: 5218]
[1000/1000 = +1 Post Length for Thermal Exoskeleton (x5)]

+52 JP
+26 Stats