Hatred.....(p,NK, Kozata Shinkou)

Yazu found himself in the woods, unaware as to how he had even gotten there.  It must have happened again, that part of him, had come out and taken over.  He could not control it, he couldn't even prevent it.  His everyday was a struggle with an internal bloodlust.  He had a gentle heart and longed for control but that other side, the dark one within, always trying to escape. 

Yazu looked around seeing bodies covered in blood piled around him.  There was a total of five.  One a ninja with no headband, or if he did have one it was damaged so far he couldn't tell what it might've said.  The rest all local villagers apparently hunted upon like innocent prey animals.  He looked around as he saw his threads protracting and his forearm being reattached to his elbow, The beating heart still in it.  He examined the heart and realized what had occured.  He had heard there was a foreign ninja about and his plan came into action.  He took the villagers as hostage to force out his victim, but somehow had killed them all in the process.  

Yazu stood using his left shoulder to support his body weight against a tree and looked at the heart examining it for usable qualities.  He realized it was an earth users heart and had no usable capabilities though he did examine the ninjas jutsu as they fought,  he had every intention of mimicking it.  He tossed the heart aside and straightened his stark white robe, and tightened his large rope belt on it.  The robe exposed his chest which had y shaped stitches following each clavicle directly down the center of his chest.  There were splotches of blood all over the robe and he made no effort to clean up the mess. 

Mud Spore a simple jutsu with a very unique possibility he would learn it from what he had seen and exploit it.  He came of the tree as his left forearm followed the suit of the left and reattached inside of the sleeve of his robe.  His long tongue licked his lips and he moved forward contented.  Resolved to be the greatest weapon any ninja village had ever employed and to please his master.

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Kozata Shinkou had only recently gotten ahold of his faculties from Dio again. Dio had seized control of his body, for no apparent reason other than to "show him his power" which was something that was beginning to make sense, slowly, to Kozata's rather dull mind. Dio wanted him to find something, something important about their past. Of course, if the yuumei was looking for it, then that meant that it was probably some great source of power. Maybe it was the key to unlocking the final level of his doujutsu! Kozata wasn't quite sure what that would bring, but one never knew.
Kozata, as it turned out, was out on patrol. Being a chunin, he found himself much busier nowadays than he had been as a genin. As always, on patrol, he had his chakra senses out for trouble, and his seals inactive on his body, ready to use if needed. These seals, so far, had never failed to take down an opponent, whether it be his friend Goon, that random chunin Levi (where the fuck was he now? Kozata hadn't seen him around), or even that missing nin clown who had turned up to fight goon that one night.
That night, Kozata had become a chunin indeed. Only a short time afterward, he had attained Mukou, the world that he now presided over. He felt that it wasn't quite perfect yet, but he knew that in time, he would furnish it well.
On this patrol, he came across some good-looking dude with a bunch of dead bodies around him. Wh-what? Kozata brain took a bit to realize exactly what this meant.
"H-hey, you." He spoke to the boy in front of him. He had a headband, so Kozata knew that he was some kind of village ninja. "Are you some kind of murderer? Why did you kill these folk?" His tone would be inquiring, but serious. At the same time, he would slip his right hand into his weapons pouch, grasping the hilt of one of his kunai in a reverse grip with his right hand. Should anything happen, he should at least be prepared. This guy seemed dangerous, especially to have taken out so many people. As of yet, Kozata wasn't experienced enough to recognize how strong a person was on sight, but he did know that this guy had better give him an explanation right quick!
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Yazu would see the chuunin wander up, he would straighten up his posture immediately becoming self aware of the predicament.  What if someone found out about this? What if Lord Mizukage realized he was killing without permission? The voice broke the dark and Yazu out of fear began unwrapping the threads around his elbows allowing him to be prepared in case the strange individual who had just seemingly appeared wanted to take him in.  Yazu stepped foward allowing the light from the moon to shine on him menacingly.  He still had a kunai that he used earlier in his righ hand and his hands clenching preparedly beneath the long sleeves of his robe with the threads attaching his forearm to the elbow.  He knew unless Kozata could see through clothing he wouldn't know that he was poised to strike. 

The moon showed through the trees on his face as he smiled wryly and cocked his head sideways looking back at the pile of dead bodies then looking back at Kozata, for a moment he could sense a kinship between them, he couldnt pinpoint why there was a kinship but he could tell that neither of them had complete control over all their actions.   He continued smiling as the question came out "Why did you kill these folk.....?

Yazu let it linger before responding,  "Why does the bee seek honey despite its knowledge of spending its life in servitude?  Why then does said bee give every last bit of energy to find and collect honey?  Why does a beautiful rose have thorns?  The answer to these questions is the same answer you seek"

Yazu then walked forward still concealing the kunai in his hands,  the headband that Yazu took off the dead ninja dropped to the ground and Kozata could make it that it belonged to a ninja from the Stone.  He had no headband for himself, he had nothing to identify himself with the village other than his words.

Yazu inhaled a deep breath in through his nostrils as he walked up about 5 meters from Kozata,  " I smell......a unique butterfly." Yazu seemingly said as much to Kozata as he did to himself.  " What is your name? And where does your allegience lie?"  Yazu approached very nonthreatening though he would've easily made the hairs on a grown mans neck tingle.  His kunai clutched only out of caution for he was sated on this night and was searching more for company than for blood.  He needed someone to practice his newly acquired jutsu on possibly or at least to watch as he tried.

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[Not sure if you knew or not, but you can't use EGF to extend your limbs like in canon.]

(Didn't know that but wasn't going to anyway, it was just for rp right now is there something that let's you?

[Village of Stone was destroyed ages ago, yo, I was its leader D: Pls edit]

So, this guy was some kind of philosophical person. Both this, and the fact that there were dead bodies around unnerved Kozata somewhat. So, in times like this, Dio took over. There would be no overt sign that this had happened, other than the fact that Kozata now looked a little more serious and less goofy than before. This didn't mean much, other than the fact that Dio was smarter than Kozata by far. Kozata set his face and looked squarely at the other boy. This was serious. Sure, these might look like foreign ninja, but were they really? Kozata had no way of knowing, so of course, he had to follow protocol.
"My allegiance lies with the Mizukage of this village." Partially true... though most of Dio's allegiance was to himself. Atlas was powerful, which meant that Kozata had to follow him, but it was perhaps merely a means to an end. "You say that you require such killing. However, I do not believe such a thing to be true." Kozata's body would move, stepping forward to be within arm's reach of the other boy, while keeping the hand that was holding the kunai within the weapons pouch. The empty "butterfly" statement, Dio had taken to be some kind of attempt at empty flattery. Such things did not fool him, Dio. No, indeed, he saw right through such things. His eyes.... his eyes were those of the inner flame, of self satisfaction and power.
His solemn, grim look to the other kid's nonchalance... this was quite the scene. As Kozata stepped forward, his eyes flashed green with the power of his doujutsu, the Meigan coming into effect.
This allowed him to see the guy's chakra. It wasn't all that strong... definitely not on the same scale as his, Dio's , was. However, this did not mean that this would be an easy fight. No, Kozata suspected that if this guy had taken out all these men, his physical abilities must be pretty good. Better than his? Hmm, perhaps. He'd have to wait and see.
"You are to come with me. I'm going to take you in for an inquiry. Worry not, you aren't in any trouble..." Yet, Dio thought. He had yet to determine whether this guy was any threat or not. However, he had to be open with him, so on and so forth. What a damn shame. Dio had been all for simply draining his chakra and dragging his unconcious body back to the village for interrogation, but Kozata had prevented him from doing so. The boy was getting better and better at controlling his mental faculties every day, so Dio was having more and more of a hard time controlling his actions. Oh well... the boy was slowly falling under his influence anyways. He was basically doing Dio's job for him. He just had to help Kozata along...
If this guy resisted, though, Kozata would have to take some kind of offensive action. He'd actually have to use his seals... which meant that Dio could feast on this boy's chakra.
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Yazu was quite close to Kozata, close enough that he could easily drive his threads into him and feast on his heart. In fact the thought crossed through Yazu's mind several times.  However Yazu changed his feeling when the boy straightened up a bit and seemingly had an entire change of syntax in his language.   It was so minor that if the boy still talked the same he wouldn't have noticed, Yazu's naturally inquisitive mind immediately changed modes, as he took a step back and untensed.  His smile on his cocked head reverted back to the smile of a young boy as he started laughing and held his hand on the back of his head as he laughed.  He still had the kunai in his other hand but to avoid any hard feelings he just dropped it still backing up and laughing, not a maniacal laugh but a childish innocent one.

"Allegience lies with the Mizukage,"..... As the words came out of Kozata's mouth Yazu froze up his laughing instanty stopped and lips became pursed.  Fear and dread filled his eyes, not the fear of a hunted animal though, more the fear of a child who knew he was going to be punished.  For if the Mizukage found out that he had killed without permission he would likely call on Yazu's "Caretakers" again and Yazu wouldnt be allowed out to play for a long time.

"Well, I kill because I cannot stop myself," Yazu said, though given the nature of the statement, he said it a bit too nonchalantly.  Yazu did not have personalities controlling him, it would appear that he was one personality tied up into a solitary unstable bundle.  If Kozata was smart he could see that the boy was a skilled manipulator and simply used the appearance of a 16 year old boy to his advantage to make people let their guard down around him.  Yazu now stood 4 to 5 meters back giving the now stern Kozata room to breathe, while Yazu stood with one hand on the back of his head, and smiling nervously as he knew he was in trouble, even if Kozata didn't know that.

Yazu then bowed as Kozata said that he had to come with him, begrudgingly accepting his punishment and holding both empty hands out in front of him side by side expecting Kozata to leash him up and drag him along.  The boy Yazu was prepared, he was a skilled infiltrator and would be ok with a small interrogation though he didnt have a clue what it might entail with a character like Kozata but he had to admit he was somewhat excited about finding out.  He always enjoyed learning.  However Kozata would react at this point Yazu would not act rebellious or frightening having reverted back to a semblance that would appear normal for a 16 year old child. 

"You may take me in for questioning.  I am Yazu of the Mist.  What might your name be?" Yazu said innocently with a half smile forming on his face as he finished waiting to see how Kozata might react.
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Kozata was quite close to Yazu, and could have even more easily reached out and fed on his chakra, rendering him unconscious and unable to do anything. However, he didn't have any reason to do this yet. Sadly, Kozata was doing his best to restrain Dio, which meant that the yuumei couldn't unleash Kozata's full power upon the boy. Oh well, that was just too bad. Kozata had learned to deal with this kind of thing already.
This guy disturbed him, though. Not only was he the kind of philosophical person who presented the most danger to the village, he was also a killer. Despite wanting to test his ability, Kozata thought better of it. Instead, he thought about what the guy had just said. He couldn't possibly comprehend the need to kill. Even Dio didn't actually need to be fed chakra... he just liked it a lot. He could actually restrain himself, whereas this guy...
It didn't occur to Kozata that perhaps, the guys was just lying to get Kozata to believe that he had some unfortunate disorder, when he was in fact a super evil serial killer. However, it did occur to Dio. His suspicions increased, even though this did not show in Kozata's eyes.
No, the guy was clearly not weak. The fact that he was now acting somewhat vulnerable was counteracted by the physical presence of those dead bodies on the ground. While the argument could be made that he had killed these Iwa ninja in defense, that didn't seem to be the case... he had removed the hearts from these bodies, which meant that he had gone beyond the boundaries of mere killing and into the realm of mutilation.
-I WONDER WHAT THE MIZUKAGE WOULD THINK ABOUT THIS SCENE.-
Dio's voice rang out meditatively in Kozata's mind, as Kozata opened his mouth to answer Yazu's introduction.
"As a ninja of the mist, I suppose that your bloodlust must be sated from time to time. However, such conflicts are not to occur randomly." His gaze flickered toward one of the bodies, then back to Yazu. However, Yazu would never leave his field of vision. He didn't trust this guy one bit.
"My name is of no concern to you. Now, if you need to kill as you say, then what is preventing you from turning on your fellow Kirigakure ninja in their time of need? Now, start walking. I don't want you behind me."
By this, Kozata would make his mistrust of the boy obvious. He didn't want to get randomly stabbed in the back. If his Meigan detected anything, he would be able to react to it. The power of the Naien was one that was not to be underestimated, as the green glowing eyes pierce through the night. If the boy kneaded any chakra, he'd also be able to see what element it was. This provided him with plenty of options. In addition, as a last resort, he could use Mukou... but perhaps that was going a bit far.
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More distrust and more hatred....Yazu secretly hoped this person would be different from everyone he had ever met, despite all of his attempts to hide it, Yazu could tell that this person was different just like him.  Yazu often found himself wanting to be understood, wanting to be acknowledged but he had yet to find anyone "strange" enough to recognize it.  At the time he heard the change in Kozata's voice he felt maybe this person might understand what he had been through what his struggles were. Alas, he did not just another paranoid shinobi in a world of hatred, a world with no capability to understand those different from them.

Yazu sighed loudly placing both hands on the other arms forearm allowing his robe sleeves to touch and make one single concealed loop form shoulder to shoulder as a geisha would with their kimono or a scholarly man. He supposed that trust and understanding is relatvely hard to find when you are caught red handed in a puddle of blood.  Then the thought occurred to him that maybe the man did understand which is why he didn't run off screaming or didn't try to kill him immediately, yea maybe he was like him but not the same.  YAzu smiled again looking back at the carnage as Kozata began to scold him with the same lines he had always heard. Blah, blah can't kill unless told to kill.  Don't let them occur randomly.  He remembered back to that time, the first and last time he had ever killed a fellow Kiri ninja without being given permission.  His first friend in the village, a fellow genin,  they played and laughed and got along famously then the boy fell and scratched his knee....

Yazu shook off the thoughts trying to keep himself from slipping.  " I do not kill without proper approval, and rarely get the proper approval when it regards Kiri shinobi."  This was a lie, the scene behind him being proof of that however, but he never felt that Xyxer held much love for trespassing shinobi or even lowly peasants so when push came to shove he wouldn't get in too much trouble.  For now he resigned himself to following Kozata's instructions and maybe learning something from him.

The next question puzzled him, "If you need to kill like you say you do, then what is to keep you from killing fellow kiri nin in their time of need?"  They way that it entered his mind entered strangely as though being spoken in a foreign language or in some way that he couldn't understand.  The confusion on his face was genuine and real.  He had been taught the rule of triage, and mercy killing, and these tenets were essential in who he decided needed to die.  He never even considered the people who received this as fellow ninja but lost causes.  Additionally he never considered what did actually stop him from harming the people of the village.  He just didn't.  Maybe out of respect for the Mizukage, maybe because they didn't taste good, either way he needed an answer.

He did as instructed and walked forward at a slow pace so Kozata could decide the pace they needed to walk.  "I am a battlefield medic, i have killed many fellow ninja, and saved some...."  he said "but i do not Murder fellow ninjas of the mist in cold blood, at least not if it can be avoided.  I have no intention of harming you, unless you try to harm me, in which case it would be self defense."  He continued walking and occasionally looking back over his shoulder at Kozata while he spoke. 

Yazu's many attempt to collect the hearts for his bloodline have all failed and he thought maybe a mutual friendship could be formed with this strange man who happened to catch him in the woods.  And maybe, just maybe they could both get what they wanted.

"I understand your distrust, but please, you have nothing to fear from me.  I have no power over you by knowing your name,"  the smile on his face was genuine, which made it even more menacing.

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