Meeting the Wolf [Shinsui]

The ninja of Oto, Oborodzuki Uchiha awoke to a seemingly normal day despite the horriffic nightmares he was prone to experiencing each night. He was constantly invaded by the recesses of his subconscious, the souls of those he's slaughtered. Not once has he forgotten a name, a last word, or a final breath given by his victims. Those very moments were the building blocks of his inner guilt. Rather than allowing his fear of himself rule over, he embraced the complaints of those who had an issue with his antics. The cells existing within his brain tissue acted as padding, only allowing one thought to slip through the stream of disturbance at a time. And upon this fatal incident each and every day, he wakes with a smile on face, thin lips caressing the curves of his jaw. He felt nothing for those who were too weak to save themselves from the overwhelmingly powerful circle of life. Oboro himself understood that there would one day be a man stronger than he, one able to defeat him to appear. While this was his biggest fear, it also acted as his greatest inspiration. This single minded individuality of one separating himself from weakness drove him to achieve limits never seen by his own eyes before. His own body was at the epitome of visual perfection, sporting flawless muscle tone and clear skin. Though there were others out there capable of lifting infinitely more weight than he, he wuld not limit himself to such boundaries known as his body. His strength, mentally and physically would need to be able to surpass that of all others before his fear of weakness was fully eradicated.

Though that was of no immediate concern, he decided to address it. His current agenda was filled with millions of tiny details composing his day. A thousand steps would be taken all within his morning. However, Oboro was unable to start any day without giving himself an opportunity to bathe. While wearing nothing but boxer shorts, he made his way to his closet where he would grab a towel for his shower. Upon entering his haven, he would strip, revealing his pale yet defined body. As the hot, steamy liquid poured down on his skin, he found himself enjoying the luxury of cleanliness once more. His red hair soaked and fell to his eyes, nearly impairing his vision. He lathered his scalp with the usual hair works before cleansing his body with a rose petal scented soap. He was once again fresh and squeaky clean. As he stepped out from the tub, he gazed into the heavily clouded mirror, unable to see his own reflection. "Perhaps I truly am a vampire," He said to himself. The fogged up mirror provided more than a vision; it gave illusion. With his index finger, he placed his soft finger upon the glass. It was icy to the touch and smoother than the flesh that touched it. From there he began to write. "O- B- O- R- O- D- Z- U- K- I." While he rarely used his full name, this situation seemed inspirational. His name spelled before him, he wiped away his masterpiece with a single hand. A smile appeared upon his face as he made eye contact with himself, the vampire seemed to love himself. Though that wasn't it exactly, it was something deeper than that. It wasn't his own physical appearance that was enticing, rather his mental stature that he relied fully upon. It was something indescribably obvious, yet he was unable to put it into simple words.

From there he fixed himself a meal. Though it was rather simple, it would provide him with energy throughout the rest of his day. This held an important task force he would be meeting a squad mate for the first time. With no knowledge of his new mate due to Anbu identity exclusion, he was left out on a limb. He would hopefully be as strong as Oboro himself, though the Uchiha's expectations were not immensely high. He simply wanted a decent partner. His ideal partner would specialize in close range, seeing as how he himself covered the long range. The two would have a great amount of synergy. The Daimyo himself had a bit of medical specialization, so their squad would be complete with all intents and purposes. Without a fourth member of the squad, these three would still be able to conquer a large amount of active adversaries, providing a mortal endangerment to all that opposed. Otogakure would be in safe hands, at least for a while.

While his plans were generally fickle, he did indeed plan to protect the village with all of his might until a better opportunity came along. He would give his own soul before he let it perish. Though, his ultimate goal had still not changed; he needed to join the Akatsuki. He could imagine himself as a member so easily, sure that he would fit in. Though until that day arrived, his primary loyalty was with his squad, should they prove themselves useful. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if the other two proved themselves useless. He would likely assassinate them, allowing newer and hopefully stronger members to take their place. Naturally, that was indeed a last resort, fore he hoped he would never need take this option but rather marvel at the power of his new allies. Perhaps they would be capable of fascinating him with their power, though his hopes would remain low as to not overly excite himself.

After finishing his light meal he made his way to his wardrobe, deciding to wear his black tunic with yellow insignias along with his regular pair of white pantaloons and red shoes. He made his way to his bathroom once more and brushed his teeth with refined bristles. He then reached for his contact case, opened it and slowly placed the lenses on his eyeballs. The yellow lenses heavily coated his already sickly yellow eyes, cascading a deeper yellow shade. After blinking a few times, his contacts molded to his optical organs. While they provided no aid in his sight, they covered his sharingan, the doujutsu he refused to reveal to others. He would not allow his identity to fall into the knowledge of others. The Sharingan was an amazing power that many would crave should they see it up close. It wasn’t that it worried him, he feared no mortal man. It was with the inconvenience of having to kill all the imbeciles that would attempt to rob him for his power. He had no time to waste on the likes of them; fore he was much busier with other antics. Foolishness could only be rewarded with death. The likes of fools should not be given the chance to perceive such power within one being.

As a last sense of touching up, he placed his anbu mask on his face slowly. He then placed his armor over his tunic, realizing it completely ruined his fashion style. He would have to order a custom tunic with the same qualities of his armor. He really only wore it for protection seeing as it wasn’t too visually appearing. Though Anbu were required to wear armor as well as the mask, he hated it. The mask itself wasn’t so bad, but the one he was given upon starting was a bit bland and blank. He would need to redesign it as soon as possible, possibly adding pink tendrils to the cover symbolizing his efficiency with Bungee Gomu technique. It would be  a bit of an ominous warning to those who didn’t understand the true capabilities of such a toolbox technique. It had a relatively infinite amount of uses and thus, he prided himself on it. He continued to find his mental track off course, and thus he made his way for the door as soon as he could. He pulled it closed behind him and locked it after doing so. He sprinted off into the direction of the Daimyo’s building, eager to meet his new partner. He had no clue what he would find upon his arrival, though the possibility of his friend rested in this man.

 

His feet thrust him forward as he runs through the town that he refers to as his home, Otogakure. While this village was considerably smaller than the big five, it wasn’t a bad place to live. Being number six wasn’t bad at all. Though he may have wished for a bit more, this wasn’t a bad place to grow up. As he ran through the town, he was reminded of his childhood; memories fluttered through his mind. He ran past the old Uchiha clan building which still had not been torn down and served as a constant reminder of his murders. To this day, he did not regret his actions and smiled to himself as he thought of that night. He proved his dominance over the rest of his clan, proving his power to the world. He silently massacred his older brother and sister. He still possessed his sister’s eyes, though they served no use to anyone. She never activated her sharingan and thus, they are relatively useless. They were transplantable so he merely kept them around to gaze at and act as if they were gazing back into his own soul. They served a stronger reminder of his actions than the vacated building attempted to do. It only stirred up old feelings of weakness in his body as he stopped to gawk at it.

The building itself was looking extremely run down. Many of the windows were shattered and the green around it was beginning to overgrow into the former home, acting as an allusion to invading. The status of his house was fitting for those that were killed there. A man walking along the street noticed Oboro gazing at the building before beginning to make conversation with him. “Amazing isn’t it?” He said before pointing at the Uchiha crest, a red and white fan, on the door. “All of the Uchiha other than the youngest were slaughtered there. He too ran away and is assumed dead now. How could such a tragedy happen right under our noses?” He shook his head as he continued down the street. Oboro chuckled to himself before continuing his venture to the Daimyo’s building. So heartless was this man of the moon. Lives that were of no value to him had no value. They were more than worthless, they were a true nuisance. Having to see something squirm, well that was just a pity in the eyes of the Uchiha masochist

 

He walked now rather than running, the building in near sight. Guards waited outside as usual, checking those who wished to enter the building. At the sight of Oboro’s mask, they allowed him in. Imbeciles , he thought to himself. An intruder could easily disguise himself as a member of the Anbu and infiltrate the building without much resistance. It was a good thing the Anbu was generally always present. Though if anyone within the ranks wished to kill the Daimyo, it wouldn’t be too difficult: poison would likely suffice in taking him out. While the Anbu themselves were supposed to trust no one other than the Daimyo, ninja had a tendency to band together and form allegiances with each other stronger than the orders of which they had been commanded previously. Oftentimes, people would choose their allies over a mission. Oboro had no real preference or opinion on the matter because he would simply choose whichever option benefitted him the most. That was really his sole intentions when it came to anything. Whatever gave him a greater edge on the situation would always be the one he would choose.

 

He waited in the office for his partner to show up with his own  mask, though either Oboro was early or his new ally was late. The Uchiha couldn’t tell. He sat in a comfortable chair and tapped his foot lightly as rested his hand on his chin and thought of the past that made him into the monster that he was today. Would his new friend see through him?

The Prince of the Lycans, or better known as Shinsui Raikan, awoke this morning in his bed with the silky sheets covering his crotch as he laid in the nude. His eyes opening up slowly as he woke up. Staring at the ceiling of his room, he thought about what the day would entail for him. It was hard enough being the leader of the Otogakure Raikan Branch as most called it, or as he liked to call it the Otogakure Lycan Pack, as well as being the ANBU Captain of Otogakure. The sound village doesn't really live up to the name of sound today, the birds simply chirping outside his widely open windows and a small breeze entering his room. Blowing lightly on the clean white curtains which hung infront of the windows. A peaceful morning really.
Shinsui would proceed to leave the confines of his bed to stand up, he always sleeps on the right side of his bed so it was logical that he'd stand up from it on the right side too. His legs moving over the side, he would push himself up with a yawn leaving his mouth as he was still waking up. The Prince of the Lycans, still in the nude, would walk over towards his closet and open the wooden doors that kept his clothes in the dark within the confines of said closet. As he placed his right hand on the knob of the wooden door he pulled it open, the squeak from the door being the only noise that was heard from inside the house. On the third shelf laid his underwear as well as his socks. Taking out the black peace of underwear, and leaving behind the socks, he would look a bit down towards the second shelf from the bottom upwards. There laid his collection of pants, some jeans, some short sleeved pants and some long sleeved pants, though not to forget there also laid his anbu pants. He would stretch his arm outward to take a clean pair of his anbu pants out of the shelf. After taking care of his underwear and pants, he would move one more shelf down to take a look at his collection of shirts on the first shelf from the bottom upwards. Some professional long sleeved shirts with buttons on them laid on that shelf, folded up neatly by his maid. Alongside the long sleeved shirts, were short sleeved shirts too, an not to mention his anbu shirt. It wasn't an official shirt for anbu, but he wore it with his anbu clothing. It wasn't something special either as it was never visible, being covered with the armor piece that all anbu are issued with upon joining Otogakure's anbu squad. After taking out his clothes, he would take one step to the left and place his left hand on the left door's knob, whilst his right arm clenched onto the clothing he previously took out of the right side of this wooden closet. His arm pulled open the wooden door, with another squeak from the door. This side of the closet had no shelves, but instead was used for hanging clothes up, putting your shoes in and as Shinsui also used it, to put your anbu armor in. As Shinsui reached down towards the shoes that laid next to his anbu chest armor piece, he picked up his set of shoes and held them in his left hand, leaving behind the armor piece for now until he got done with showering. The Alpha then pushed himself back into a standing position, and used his left arm to close the two doors of this wooden closet in front of him. The light slamming of the doors as they closed was yet another sign of how little sound the sound village actually had this peaceful morning. As he gripped the clothing in his arms, the Lycan walked over to the bathroom taking average steps across the clean floor. Entering it his nude feet would step onto the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Walking over towards the small table next to the shower, he would place the clothing on top of said table in front him.

After opening the shower door with his right hand, Shinsui of the Raikan clan would turn the knobs of the shower. The water fell from the shower's head and land on Shinsui's naked body, he would adjust the knobs to set the temperature of the water that fits his taste to shower with. It was just over low, the difference in temperature that the heat of the water made was felt. The shower wasn't too long, Shinsui just washed himself with some lavender scented soap and a sponge. The water washing the soap off of his body as he washed himself. With his hair wet he would place some shampoo on his scalp and start to scrub, washing his hair too. Good hygiene was always important to a Shinobi. Keeping wounds filthy and unchecked could easily lead to an infection, considering their usual surroundings they are in whilst on missions and simply doing what a shinobi does. With the closing of the shower knobs, the water stopped running down his body from the shower head. He opened the shower door again with a light push of his right hand against the shower door. He stepped out of the shower and on to a bathroom mat in front of the shower's door. The water still dripping from his body onto the bathroom mat keeping the floor dry. Grabbing a towel to dry himself off, he would rub it over his body to absorb the water. When that was finally done he'd start to dress himself. Firstly, the black underwear. Second was his shirt, a simple black T-shirt. Third was his pants, first putting in his right leg into the right sleeve, and doing the same with his left leg, with a final pull up he was done with putting on his pants. The pants were black, and had red tribals going from top to bottom, not a lot though. Lastly was the shoes he had taken out of the left side of the closet. His right foot was clothed first with the right shoe, then his left foot with the left shoe, of course. When that was done, he took the towel from the ground and threw it into the laundry mat, which contained his clothing from yesterday. Now that he was dressed, he could walk over towards his closet again and open the left side to reveal his armor piece. Bending down he picked up the armor piece, it had the same red tribals as his pants. The rest of the armor was colored black. His armor was specifically designed for him so that when he reveals his true form the armor wouldn't restrict him as his body grew some in size, but instead it would stretch a bit and makes for maximum comfortability. Once done with the armor, he would take his mask and place it over his face. The anbu mask hid his face from anyone who was looking at him, and was given to anbu members only.

When he was finally awake and thank goodness dressed, he would walk down the stairs from his room entering the first floor of the Raikan Clan's Head's household. It was a big house indeed, especially if he himself was the only person living there. However he did have a maid, a maid that didn't just clean but also made breakfast. As he entered the first floor, he could already smell the freshly baked eggs, sunny-side-up of course. How can one not eat your eggs like that? Packed onto freshly toasted bread, and spiced with some salt. A chili sauce was used instead or the regular pepper. On top of that was strips of bacon too. Hmmm.. His tastebuds were dancing already, metaphorically that is. A smile was placed on his face when he smelled the breakfast. The first smile of the day, and that because of food. It's amazing what food can actually do. It was important for him to eat his breakfast, in fact for anyone. Breakfast is the most important meal, and to Shinsui the most delicious meal without a doubt. After taking a seat at the table he started to eat his breakfast, using a knife and fork. He may be an animal, but that doesn't mean he has to eat like one. In a few minutes his food was done and the day awaited him. He stood up after pusbing his chair outward, taking a step to the right and pushing the chair back into place. Taking his plate with the knife and fork to the sink in the kitchen, he would officially start the day that laid ahead of him by walking out of the house and walking towards the Daimyo's building. Instead of running, he took his time to walk. Though, time wasn't of the issue as he was still early. Maybe that's the reason for the little sounds made in the land of sound during his time awake so far. The sun was just getting out. By the time he left the house, Oboro had just started to wake up. The relaxing stroll he took towards the Daimyo's building where he was to meet Oboro wouldn't make him too late for their meeting, so he wasn't worried at all. Unlike Oboro, Shinsui knew exactly who he was going to be meeting, well exactly who the files said. Oboro took the time to use a fake name, how devious of him. Anbu discretion might be an issue for someone other than the Daimyo himself, but to the captain of the anbu it was anything but a problem. The day before, he took the courtesy of looking through the file of "Oboro Wakitaro" as he chose to call himself. How could the anbu let this fake name slip by, he must indeed be a skilled shinobi then. A skilled genjutsu user, no not skilled, the file explicitly stated that he they considered him a master of genjutsu, as well as ninjutsu. This was one of the main reasons he was chosen to team up with Shinsui, Oboro being a ranged fighter and Shinsui being a close combat fighter. Diversity was everything in a team, well almost everything. Shinsui knew nothing of this Wakitaro family, so he could possibly possess no bloodline at all due to the clan not being famous. But it made no difference, one cannot be defined by their clan but by who they choose to be and do what they can with what they have.

Just after Oboro had arrived at the Daimyo's building and awaited the arrival of Shinsui, the Prince of the Lycans would arrive too and walk over. The patterns of the mask Oboro wore was what gave him away. Each anbu mask was unique to its owner. After taking a seat next Oboro, he would say the following: "Hello, Oboro. You can just call me Shinsui, though let's not hand out the names." He said softly so no one could hear the identities of the anbu squad member and captain. "You're probably wondering how I know your name, aren't you. It's simple. You haven't met me yet, but I'm also the ANBU Captain and close friend of our squad leader, Daimyo Uzumaki." He would say again with the soft tone in his voice, keeping the conversation a secret. He stared at the table and not Oboro, so no one would see them interact with each other