Post by [ z e t s u ] on May 5, 2008 19:03:28 GMT -5
Name. ; Zetsu
Age. ; Twenty
Rank. ; S-Ranked Criminal
Past Experiences. ;
Sample Rp. ;
"I'll bring you dinner in an hour." Kouya had stated to the girl before, smirk crossing his face at the statement. Kouya was well aware of his eating habits, and even though he knew it disgusted her, she didn't bring the subject up, which he was grateful for. Eating humans wasn't exactly an acceptable thing to most people. Since he had returned to Kumo however, he found lacking his major food supply, which was agrivating. He couldn't kill anyone for food, lest he be chased out of Kumo a second time, something he could not afford. Kumo was his home, and even though he felt no attachment to it, what else could he do? Wander the world, without a familar place to call home? Now that the Akatsukie had broken, he been pulled back to Kumo, his first home.[/blockquote]
He had been forced to leave it the first time, and he had found another family, the Akatsuki. No, there were no blood ties between any of the eight members, but they had had one thing in common. They were outcast, for different reasons yes, but outcasts none the less. And this is probably what prevented them from killing each other when they wern't feeling to kindly towards one another. He hated to admit it...but he missed them. Yes, he missed all of them, even though he didn't like them very much...they had become like family to him. And now that they had all died, the weaklings they were, he couldn't help but silently grieve over there deaths, but he refused to dwell on it now.
"Kiore Urahara," was the reply he got, the fear in her voice was nothing new to him. He was impressed that she hadn't left the inn the moment Kouya had said they would be sharing a room; he was sure that not many shinobis had encountered anything like him before. 'Don't get too attached,' He reminded himself, knowing that she was eventually go back to her village, and he was be alone once again. Frown came onto his face as he nodded toward her, acknowledging that he had heard her. Turning back to his bed, he noticed the blood spots on the sheets and the floor surrounding the furnatuire. Oh, they had always been there, and he had never thought much of it actually.
In the absence of human flesh, he had taken to slaughtering his own food, usually a deer or any other sort of wood land animal he could catch. He always consumed it outside of the village however, where he could eat in peace, although he didn't wipe the blood from his clothing and face when he made his way back to Kumo. No, he walked into the village, covered in blood, ignoring the disgusted looks from shinobi and villagers alike. Which explained why his bed was spotted with blood.
"What is your mission?" He didn't know why he was trying to make conversation, but he still asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. A conversation would be better then silence at the moment, although he was unsure if he wanted to go too far into a conversation with her. Keeping his back to her, he refused to glance at her if she spoke, keeping silent as he pulled several small bottles from the pocket of his cloak, which were filled with blood. Yes, blood. Five small bottles, which he placed in his other coat pocket, not bothering to hide his fact from the girl. If she saw, she saw, and there was nothing he could do. Why try and hide the simple truth? That he was a monster.