The Akafuzen

The new Akatsuki, is currently being led by the ninja known as Ryuu Satsukari. Have you chosen the path of darkness? or do you just have your own plan that needs this new group to reach your goals?


Well here is how you join!!!

Anyone who wants to join post here with a RP sample, it can be any length you chose. i will not go by length. but how descriptive you are,how well you can Role Play as an evil character, and a few other key points.


I will chose a maximum of 9 members.

The group however will take full effect when we hit 3 members (not including myself)

I will be choosing teams, and will chose the person i find had the best RP sample as my partner.

I will also be taking three apprentices for the Akafuzen.

Rika Satsukari would be walking though the village streets of the Aurora village. It had been a few day's since the funeral of Sora Seirei, her twin sister and the closest connection she had of a family for awhile. They didn't even get to see each other for awhile before she had died against a person of the uchiha she heard. She didn't exactly like all the uchihas but a few choosing she did, like her sensei. But this one uchiha she really got a revenging look in her eye's that started to twist her heart around to where all the warmness went out of her body and coldness started to take ahold.

She plan to have revenge for her sister, revenge of evilness. She was letting so much darkness in that her eye started to hurt as her eye's started to change form. Rika had no idea what was going on but whatever it is felt wonderful amongest her cold blood veins. Her buuji started to howl as it was twisting her face into a evil smirk and she threw a dark pluse ball at a building leaving a hole in it. She laugh evilly as she turn against aurora villagers hurrying into the housing section as she looks at each house and smirk of the idea of destroying this village.

Rika seem like a young age girl who could cause no harm, but they had no idea of her power as her eye started to go completely red with green and yellow streaks in it. She wanted to get rid of these patietic villagers that got in her way and destroy ones that wanted to destroy the ones who she loves as well as destroy people who are determined to get in the way of others. She grinned as she stood there being a new person now with a dull, stern looking face that wasn't soft at all. She was a new person for sure and she was going let this pathetic village live for now.

Rika would turn away from the village housing section, jumping on the roof's rattling them as she runs across them jumping from one to another. She was letting them know a new evil force had arrive and they should fear her just the same. She would howl having her nickname of being the wolf back with sharper teeth than before and sharper eyesight. She snarl at the village guards making them pee in their pants as she ran pass them out of the village gates. Where was she headed who knows, but she was headed for somewhere where she could train her new found powers.

Reikon had been standing on the ledge, watching his uncles minions with wicked delight. A race of warriors totally bent on hatred. Even as he watched them now, in the monstrous underground cavern they fought amongst themselves. There was hacking and slashing, ripping and tearing, punches and kicks, shoves and pulls. He like one particularly.

A brutish warrior, standing at least 2 feet taller than the rest. He had been watching him, this creature rip his enemies apart. He sprayed the floors of the cavern with red waves of crimson glory, watching each drop land before he moved on to his next enemy. At one point he lost his sword, and had ripped up body parts from a slain brethren and fashioned a deformity of a weapon. Half of his jaw was missing, his ear had been sliced halfway down the middle, and one of his eyes hung out of its socket, yet the creature still fought.

He clapped his hands once, his demonic heritage holding large authority in these many realms of hell. The fighting ceased, the wounded healed and regenerated and the dead reanimated by demonic powers and stood in single file lines, thousands of these warriors. He pointed to the big one, and motioned his finger for him to follow. He had pick one more then he would begin his mission.

He explained the mission to the two brutes, of which he had to give extra time to explain they were not to kill each other. The mission was simple. A ninja had taken refuge in a home with some civilians. He had boasted about knowing the secret to defeating Reikon's creators, his father and his two uncles. So he needed to be killed. He was, as of now, walking with the two mere spawns of hatred at his side.

His image shimmered and flickered, like a dying holograph. Skin gave way to slimy, half-skin half-flesh, that was suddenly painted with a deep black hatred. Horns of the goat grew on his head, his teeth and gums rotted and fell out to reveal new rows of razor like teeth, with a grin that was wide as a crocodiles. His feet were replaced with hooves and 3 tails grew, with spines made of bone growing out of them. His fingernails fell off and his fingers shriveled up, to be violently replaced by claws several inches long. Most of all though, his eyes. They had bleed with the intensity of a waterfall and then exploded, leaving two films of sick black blood in his eye sockets. He saw the world fair enough though, and he was ready for his mission.

He flicked his wrist, pointed a long, clawed finger at the house. The brutes charged into the house. There were screams and sounds of a scuffle until a few minutes later the brutes had come out of the house. One brute had dragged the and older female, a little boy, a young woman, and the dead corpse of a man. The brute had a knife in the side of his jaw but he also had a tuft of hair clamped in between his teeth, the hair still attached to the head. He threw the decapitated body to the ground with much hate, as if he could almost will the corpse to explode with fury and gore.

The other monument of hatred had come out with the struggling ninja. Reikon smiled then waved to the brute, he had abandoned his weapon for the pleasure of forcing his hand through the mans stomach, and pushing with his inhuman strength until the entire mans body had ripped in half. The small boy had screamed and the two women nearly fainted.

The radiance coming off them was a sweet elixir to Reikon. He was basking in their emotions of horror, and hatred for these creates and for Reikon himself. He nodded to the to the brute with the two women and the boy. He through one of the women to the other brute and both of them began to mual and ravage their bodies, spraying themselves with blood and gore and gorging themselves on their flesh.

Reikon walked up to the frightened boy. The boy whimpered, like a lost puppy. Reikon knelt down and held his arms out, as if to comfort the boy. The boy was confused, he didn't understand. Reikon in his now gravely, hissing voice embraced the small boy in his horrid form.

"Hush now little one. It will be over soon, you've no need for these tears."

With that Reikon rose up, leaning back slightly, his mouth opening up at an impossible size. His rows of teeth gleamed in the moonlight night and he lunged down, swallowing a sickening who half of the boys body in his mouth. He clamped down hard as a sickening crunched noise could be heard. The boys upper half had been separated. The dark films of blood passing as his eye seemed to impossibly glow, as dark as they were by the spraying of blood on the inside of his mouth, and the twitching of the little boys upper body inside his mouth. He began chewing the flesh, bones cartilage all of its. A mixture of saliva and blood began to stream out of his mouth, as he swallowed the gory mess in his mouth, licking his lips with a satisfying smack at the end.

He turned to the two brutes he had brought and pointed to the house.

"Get inside the house, and once your there burn it and stay in the house. Fight each other if you want but keep it in the house!"

With that he turned away and began walking back to his village, his evil deed would go by unnoticed of that he was sure.

Reikon - Will be creating a new charector, The new charector is allowed to be S-ranked and will be the first member of the group

Ryu and Rika - The two of you will be "apprentices" to the group and once we find you strong enough will allow you to join the group. However if 9 members have been chosen before we find you strong enough, we will give you the chance to prove yourself by killing a current member of the group and taking there place.

That leaves 8 more spaces for members

And 1 more "apprentice"

crowe stands on the hospital roof thinking of his past. he morns the death of a brave shinobi seirei sora whos body he had just found and brought here. he thinks of how he wished to be a brave, srtong and proud shinobi of aurrora. but now... now he is full of hate and fury gleams in his new dark cold rotten eyes. he stares at the bright sky and clenches his fist as i think...

I'll kill everyone to punish this cruel corrupt world. i was once a guardian angel but now my wings have turned as dark as the night and i fallen i am no longer a protector. i am now a dark angel of vengence... no not vengence retribution. yes this new destruction i will create is the punishment of the living as well as the retribution of the dead.

i swear...

at this moment he decides to leave his past behind him as well as the village. he takes off his head band and leaves it on that roof. he then leaps of the edge and lands on his feet. as he doesnt wish to spend another second here so he brings to sprint towards the gate. moving so fast almost as a blur to those he passes the guard at the gate see him comin and tries to stop him.

hold it right there!! says the guard standing in his path. but crowe continues to run unmoveing from he course he unsleaths his chakra sythe "Grave Digger". the guard upon seeing this pulls out a kunai ready to fight. just then crowe disappears and reapears right in front of the guard and kicks him straight into the air then he appears above him and kicks him back down to earth. as the guard falls crowe continues by slashing him seven times. once the guard was inch from the ground crowe spung increasing his momentum and kick him in the stomach slaming him into the ground leaveing a small crater. he then says

dark sythe style: etenal end

he leaves the guard there dead and and with no remorse or pause begins to walk out the gate. once outside a second guard trys to sneak up on him from behind. but crowe managed to sense him in time and spun around and used his "oni giri strike" which is a two slash combo which forms a large x chest on his opponent's chest he then stabs directly in the middle of the x piercing most of there vital organs. he then continues on way out but stops at the edge of the outskirts of town. and turns around for one last look. and says.

as this is the end of my old life i will no longer be in need of u grave digger

he then snaps the sythe in half and drops it on the ground. turns around and leaves into the unknown territroy vowing that upon his return he will leave nothing but destruction.

Crowe is in, you can update your character to Jounin rank

That leaves 7 more open spots for members

oh but crowe...might i suggest none of that

"every1" crap. You post like that and I'll kill you in the forum myself. We are to be taken seriously, not to mention that makes your skill as an rper look very poor -_-. Also "Sythe" is spelled "Scythe"

A purple mist in the air; star-less night; neither was the moon lit in the air. It was as if the worthless souls of a thousand men; all wailing out in despair, covering out the very moon from existence. That was the view above that little deserted ghost town. Snuggled up in the middle of a valley. Not a single shinobi resided there; a plain mining town that lacked trade or commerce. Their lives? Futile, pathetic, worthless, needless. No communication with the outer world, never seeing the shimmering sunlight of the morning.

They had hope, indeed they did. Hope for prosperity. They mocked themselves for their pathetic state. Or so he thought.

... All efforts futile. Their hope, only prolonged their suffering. A mere illusion shrouding their minds, manipulated, like a greater force was controlling them. Suffer, more and more, till you have nothing left. Lose everything. Nothing at all remaining.

Why let it be prolonged, then? Why not end it all, by accepting despair; the very evil that was navigating their lives?

The winds rustled in agreement, rattling against his skin and hair. A painful, delirious smile filled his face with joy. He licked his lips, grinning slyly. His face turned back normal, passively staring at the odd purple sky.

They had two evils to lead them hope and despair. Hence, the only justice would be to follow the one they had never set sight upon. Despair. Acceptance of the latter evil; co-operating with it fully. Yes, that was naturally and possible. Of course, they would accept, and gratefully.

The figure of a cloaked being flashed out of view. His very presence was shimmered out from view, as if the being was merely an illusion, a mist to portray false beliefs.

... But where was it?

A sharp thud on the ground answered it. The cloak dropped royally on his back once more, as he stood up, stroking his hair to being it back to how it originally was. A number of yards away from the ghost town, in the dead of the night. All was silent. As it had been for hours; broken by the scuttering of bats in the air, as the figure dropped on the ground.

Dreams or nightmares? Their sleep was silent and undisturbed. Dreams, perhaps? What a shame.

His only desire was to see their nightmares. Sadistic as he was; the most gruesome of nightmares...

Were only the start of his sick desires. Desires; thoughts. Thoughts of how to show them the way to despair; the way to true prosperity, by accepting their worthless lives as what they were.

Besides, they were already in pain that was worse than death. Their existance; was forgotten by everyone out there. Their memory, lost, not even imbued into the sands of time. And their hope of fruition; prolonging their pain; even if they tried to be as optimistic as possible, it was undeniable. Their pain? It was unbearable for many.

The figure spit on the ground in shame, on the very ground where many had once stood. What was the purpose of teaching them right from wrong? ...

Moriya Kousoku. Dealer of all evils. About to show a quiet community which evils to follow. Since they denied the existance of good, by ignoring it. Then what good was their life, if it was consumed by evil from the start...

Blood rushed through his veins, as he began walking steadily towards the town; the nearest house. A flash of light met his eyes while he was walking; momentarily blinding him. It came from the broken window, inside the house. A mirror? Prowling in the middle of the night; ignorance...

...

Inisde the house now, he was trailing through the corridors, tracking that odd mirror light. It came from a mirror on top of a table. His soft, echoing footsteps emanated throughout the walls; his feet led him to the table. He held the mirror with both his hands, turning it around to make the glass face him; his piercing gaze struck into the mirror. A mirror image of himself, just like him. A glint in his eye, a maniacal stare in his face.

The glass cracked. Loudly. His very existance, staring into the mirror; made it crack. Or it was just coincidence. Though it was probably the former.

A human breath of air met his ears. A young male child gasped, apparently awakened by the sound of glass. He turned out swiftly, staring into the eyes of the surprised and scared young boy. The unknown presence struck fear into his heart; son of two worthless souls, as he was. He wasn't screaming or shouting; his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were trembling. He was about to cry; true, Moriya's face clashed horrifically with his clothes; in a bad way.

He stared into his eyes intently. He lacked the requirements to be a ninja. Also, fooling himself with constant trust in his parents. Totally relying on his elders, never once bothering to take fate into his own hands. Everything was routine, casual, normal. Endless.

Why mask themselves with hope?

Such ignorance; yet unworthy to join the ranks of themselves; these townsfolk were truly helpless. Helpless? No. He was there to help them, wasn't he?

His gaze suddenly turned fierce. His pupils, narrowing themselves to slits, his face turned dementedly, shockingly horrid. He inner veins, literally burst out of their skin, turning into disgusting tendrils, spurting out blood madly. The skin around his eyes ripped themselves off, revealing nasty yellow eyes, only attached to his body by a thread. All of his skin slowly started to burn itself up, continuing the stream of red blood and tendrils, capillaries floating about, squirming here and there. Almost as if he were enchanted, he began floating towards the boy, zooming towards him, his forehead meeting the boy's. His hands grasped his shoulder tightly, while his innards began creeping all over the boy's skin, into his clothes...

The boy, was speechless, deprived of all senses, but still conscious. His eyes, mouth; even ears, perhaps; were wide, and shocked. But he couldn't scream, he wasn't screaming. But his mind itself was screaming out louder than a banshee, high-pitched, echoing in the corners of his mind;

Welcome to the world of despair, where your greatest dreams worst nightmares come true. You have nothing to lose gain; everything to lose. Your will to hope is what fuels your nightmares. All we're doing is removing it. Experience the pain of a million generations before you, those thousand souls, pierced by a million rising spires, clawed by a million piercing talons, crushed by a million stone boulders; then consumed into a black hole, never to see the light of day again.

Layer upon layer, these dead bodies will haunt you forever. Until you refuse to hope. Hope to share their pain. Waiting for you to accept a life of despair...

Just say yes.

A hundred voices, reverbrating into his mind, echoing strangely, speaking faintly yet powerfully. Meanwhile, the man's demonic stare literally began piercing into the boy's; the very nerves in his body extending out to touch the boy's.

Say yes!

The rest of the man's innards pierced into the skin of the boy; but the boy was numb. Blood covered his skin and clothes, while his inner body was covered by foreign veins and arteries, tearing his body apart, only avoiding the vital organs for life. Creeping through every limb, his torso, abdomen, reaching up to his...

Yes!

... Head, cracking through his skull. His nerves broke into the layers of his eyes, literally pulling them out of their sockets; the eyeballs dropped on the floor, sickeningly. Both his nerves and innards were crawling over his brain, consuming it with their threads.

The boy's throat began vibrating. But just as soon as it did; his Adam's Apple was twisted apart; it fell down his throat, falling into his trachea, blockading his currently non-functional lungs.

A shadow of a scream left his lips, while the same hundred voices echoed "yes!" into his mind, louder and louder...

...

A life of endless hoping, a life of endless pain, it is.

The capillaries and thick nervous threads escaped from his skin, leaving tiny holes all over his skin. His eyes were rolling on the floor. His vocal cords were shattered threads in his throat. His left lung was destroyed. The very nails on his hands and feet were gone; his blood flowed crazily out of his fingertips. There was a trace of blood all over his body, both internal and external. But he was not yet dead. Merely unconscious. There was low chance he would awaken at all; internal and external bleeding being the cause. But if he did survive...

He would live a life of true despair and pain.

He dropped limp on the floor, painful breaths pulsing through him; pulsing in conjunction with his fully intact heart. He looked exactly as he did before, except he was now a bloody mass without eyes. He could not speak, nor see. His blood was flowing out from him, from all parts of his body.

... Alive.

The death-like demon? His skin had just finished reparing itself. A majority of his blood safely flowed through his veins. His nerves, properly attached to eachother. Every part of his body was exactly where it was supposed to be. He shook his head roughly.

... Despite his recovery, he wasn't done yet.

He took a single long stride towards the bloody mass, and crouched down, placing his hand upon the boy's hair. His hand flashed bright blue, and died out.

Medical jutsu to retain consciousness.

Violently writhing against the wooden floor, the boy's soundless screams tore apart the air. Sheer panic and shock. What was more, he couldn't fall unconscious again. Side effects of the technique. Not at least for an hour, he won't.

He rolled with blood all over the floor; unable to see his deformed body; but able to feel it with full agony. He could throw up, but his bladder and gall bladder were both destroyed. Endless constipation, anyone?

Such a pitiful, disgusting sight.

But that was just one.

In a town full of villagers. How many would accept despair, and how many would fall in hope?

Moriya cracked his knuckles, and resumes his loud footsteps through the house, ignoring the writhing body beside him. In the darkness of the purple sky; a red light shined in his eye.

Yakate's making an alt - It will be welcomed to the ranks as a jounin.


6 more spots open

Muon stared at the dead genin that was in front of her. The street where the murder had happened was empty. The whole village seemed desert. No one heard, saw or sensed anything.

She was slightly out of breath, but that was the only thing you could read on her. Her hands were full of blood, like her clothes and face. Her face was impassible, emotionless and her eyes were without any feeling in them.

Each time blood appeared in battle, it became a battle of live and death. The slightest sign of weakness of her opponent was mercylessly used against him. A simple error in it's move was immeditaly turned against the enemy, the slightest sign of pain was intensified when she could.
The silent genin was immune to all screams of pain, indifferent in front of suffering. Since she hadn't gotten any mercy when her parents got killed...She wouldn't give anyone the mercy she couldn't get either.

She didn't have any purpose in her kills. She just eleminated what was in her way to vicotry.
The small genin killed blindly. She didn't care if it was an enemy or an companion. If she was told to kill, she killed. Nothing more, nothing less. If the price was payed of course.

The girl stared at the kid on the ground. He hadn't heard her coming, neither seen her coming. He just saw her nice and cute looking face and her frail appearances. And didn't think further than that. He was a cute looking kid too. Short brown hair, a nice smile. He was kinda tall and had a fairly brown skin. His clothes were pretty simple. Green pants, brown shirt, green jacket, a shuriken holster and two kunai in his pocket. His headband on his forehead, like that of most shinbis.
...
Psh. That kid wasn't even worthy to be called shinobi. It didn't think about any potential danger. Especially not from a child who came towards him with a smile on her face and he had never seen. Heck. That imbecil didn't even see her headband...

The kill had been done quickly and silently. Once she had been close enough to the kid and when he had asked who she was, the girl had put her hand on his mouth and slit his throat. The blood had splattered all over her and the ground. The body of the genin had slipped from her hands and landed on the street with a dull sound. The cut on his throat was precise, sharp, clean. The wound was right placed on the vocal cords and the damaged veins, muscles and cords could be clearly seen.

She stepped over the dead corpse and kept walking, not even looking back.
'...I need a shower.'
The fact that she killed someone didn't even do anything in her mind. It was blank, empty, emotionless, cold.

"Why?" had been the last breath of the kid.
'Because...you're in the way.' was the answer.
Nothing more, nothing less. Killing has been something she had been trained for, for years. She learned to become as silent as her voice, she learned how to become as emotionless like a stone. The only feeling that maybe existed in her was "Ai" or "Love"...but only in her name. The rest of her, didn't care much about the others. The only thing that mattered was her survival and the accomplishment of the mission. That was her way of acting. That was the way she had been raised by the people who had taken care of her.

If there was some sign of attachment in her, it would be loyalty. The one who payed her and could keep her interested kept her. She wasn't very strong. But she was smart, quick and an excellent spy. Never noticed, never heard and unable to speak, even if she would like to. Her goal? None, except fighting till the end for the person she was loyal to...

hmm....Interesting, Welcome to the apprentice group.


6 more spots open for main members


0 more Apprentice spots

"No! Wait! Stop it you doll freak!" The yong boy screamed as he dodged a giant thread that shot from Zane's mouth. This only made her smile as she threw another senbon at the boy. Watching him dance to avoid her attacks. "Why Funta-kun? You didn't think of me so much of a threat when you took my doll from me! Now I take from you and you get all upset..." Zane looked down at the female body at her feet. She had kidnapped the other ninja's girlfriend from her flower shop. She knelt by the girl and opened her mouth slightly to let a thread touch her face.

"Stop it! Don't you touch her!!" Funta yelled with a tear falling from his face. "Look! I'm sorry I picked on you! Just please.. don't hurt her.." He fell to his knees and dropped his sword. "Please just kill me... Leave Lilly out of this.." Zane couldn't help but smile. She walked over to the boy, the threads returned to her body. She stood over the boy and picked up his sword.

"Very noble of you.. but.. she's so pretty.. like a doll.. So I'll keep her." She raised the sword as Funta threw his head back to glare up at her and managed to cry out, "No wai-" Before Zane slashed his head off with one swift strike. Funta's head and rolled across the ground. Zane threw the sword aside and strutted back to Lilly's body and picked it up. "Now now.. You'll be such a pretty doll for my collection..." And they vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Interesting....I like your style, Welcome to the Akafuzen.


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Watching over a small and peaceful village,Kyosuke was walking slowly with depressed emotion. It is like confused combined by extreme depression. As he walks, his eyes were open wide while holding his face. He is laughing evily then cry then lught again. It was the effect when the persons he loved were killed on his front. His Sharingan were activated while drawing his blade and ready to pierce his pulse.

He then found two men yelling at him "Stop ! Are you out of your mind ?" they said. Kyo then raise his head slowly with an evil smile "Come closer .." he said with a manly voice. The first man came closer but Kyo cut both of his legs with such speed. The second man was afraid and like caused a trauma. The first man was yelling in pain begging for Kyo not to kill him. Kyo then disappeared and appeared in front of the second guy cutting his legs with ease. They are now both screaming in pain. "Hmm .. too noisy .." Kyosuke said. He then cut the first one's tongue very slowly so he can feel the intense pain. The second one was begging for Kyo so he won't kill him. Kyo just smiled and opened the guy's stomach slowly pulling every internal organ in his body. Kyo both killed them slowly while scattering their organs and bdy parts everywhere. The rain began to fall but Kyo put their heads in front while laughing crazily.

[sorry .. short ..]

I will be making an alt if this is approved

In a dark room under the village of suna, a bed is set up like you would see in any hospital, and on this bed a young fellow is strapped to the bed. By his attire you can tell he is a member of sunas anbu squad, since he still even has on his mask. This young anbu members face is frozen in fright from the genjutsu he was places into. A shadowy figure approaches his "patient".
So this is the reward that suna has decided to repay me. All those wonderful jutsus and new weapons they love so much. How dare they judge me. I should be a hero. So what if a few genin had to disappear. It was for a greater good and what purpose would they have had in the first place. They are just pawns anyways and in any good battle pawns must be sacraficed for the greater good.

The anbu members eyes start to move as the genjutsu is wearing off. He stares at the shadowy figure who is playing with his scalpal and his eyes grow wide as he can see a glint of light shine off the metal device.

How do they ever expect any advancements at all. All the lives that were saved by my medical jutsus. How did they think they came about. Sure I injected poisons and detached a few limbs, but I made sure to put them back....in most cases and who wouldnt be a better ninja if they had 4 limbs, I mean we should all be so lucky, who cares if two of those said arms arent his. I am certain the "donor" would be happy to see his "donation" put to good use.

In his anger he slams the scalpal down and right into the arm of the strapped down patient. His voice finally returning to his mouth let out a scream of terror and pain that could shatter windows, if there were any. he was squirming and fighting in his restraints but there was no chance to escape let alone move very far.

Man there I go again here I was hoping to have a nice quiet session this time around and I have wasted to much time. Ah well no reason to put him back under again.

The shadowy figure yanks the scalpal out of his arm and slashes at his throat which splashes a spray of blood all over the table and the shadowy figure. The scalpal was guided by his strong arms that have seen more surgeries then anyone could have imagined slashed his voice box. and missed any of the major arteries. The pain was extensive for the young anbu member, but his mouth could no longer make a single sound. The shadowy figure seemed to make the biggest smile imaginable as the blood splashed on him, as if he was in his element.

Now that I know that the Kazekage has been spying on me then I will have to take my leave of this pathetic country and find another who is more deserving of my skills and talents. Now lets remove this mask of yours and see what we are working with...wow what beautiful eyes you have there.

and with that Chizuru Hayate began his last masterpiece before disappearing from Suna.

OOC: I'm making an alt for here as well, so I'll be posting it as Surp.

It was a normal night as any when I walk home from the fields. Moist, dark, and silent, exactly how I hated it. There's just something about the peaceful tranquility of the mountains that just always seemed to irritate me. He had to get away from this place someday. If he didn't, he'd wind up working the fields like his father for his entire life.

He just snarled at the thought of it as he neared the rundown shack of a house his family and him live in. Smoke billowing from the chimney meant that his mother was fast at work making some sort of lowly meal. But he'd have to do more chores before he even got to do anything else, even eat. "All because that goody tooshoo brother of mine had to go on an adventure."

He stopped right then and clenched his fists as his twin brothers face came to mind. "Perfect, goody goody Surpent. Why's he get to go off and have fun while I'm stuck here doing the good brothers job." That one word just lingered on his tongue as if it was sour milk he just drank and didn't spit out fast enough. He always hated his brother, and he wasn't fond of the rest of his family either. In fact, he'd recently been thinking about some things that would get them out of his way for good.

He smirked then, a smirk that seemed to distort his face and twist it till it didn't even look like it was his own. But at that moment, his father stepped out of the door and onto the lawn. "What are you doing out here? You've got chores to do." His father was a strong and largely built man, hand rugged and hardened from years of hard work. He was what his neighbors called a true gentleman. But that one fact is what irritated Ashi the most. Everyone always expected him to be like his father, wise and hardworking. But Ashi thought of his father as a weakling. Always helping others and always being pressed for time. He just let people walk all over him.

Then again, at least it wasn't as bad as being compared to his brother. A man who dared walk around wearing Ashi's face and doing good deeds where and whenever he went. Ashi's feels towards his brother had always been like boiling water in a small pot. Always ready to burst over the sides and burn whoever dares get too close.

"Well, you going to get in here or just stand there day dreaming?" His father said as he turned toward the door and went to move inside. "Why couldn't you be more like your brother. Precise and always on top of his work."

Ashi's hands instantly clenched when he heard that and he swore that if it wasn't for the fact he had nothing in his hands, he would've enjoyed seeing a knife slide its way into his fathers neck and seperate his spinal cord. That image alone, of his fathers last scream and the dripping blood made him calm and he followed his father inside with a dark smile on his face.

~ 2 hours later ~

He had done his chores and had finished his dinner. But during their meal, one of the villagers sons had showed up. His mother, his dark haired, fair skinned mother invited him to stay and eat with them. Ashi made sure to finish his meal quickly as the atmosphere was beginning to make him sick. All the laughter and the talk of marriage for the young lad was just too much.

Instead, he went into his room and shut the door tight behind him. He then walked over to the closet and opened a secret compartment in the side wall. And inside was something he prided above all else. A single pair of black bladed claws, ones he stole from the market last spring. He loved to imagion himself using them to kill his parents and sometimes people who he just couldn't stand. "I could just do it. I could. Just slip them across their pretty little necks and watch them die. Plop, dead." He chuckled at this and again, that wicked smile moved in to show its uglyness.

He swung them through the air as if to test them. They made a wonderful wooshing sound as they flew. "Imagine the looks on their pretty little faces when I ripped their flesh off piece by piece." He suddenly stopped as he realized his mother was yelling for him. But he could already tell what for. He could hear the cries of his baby sister in the other room. The spitting image of his mother, he hated her too.

He walked over to the door and laying his hands flat against them, he slowly brought the claws down the wood leaving deep trenches. But instead of rushing to put the claws back, he figured he'd just slip them under his shirt and take them with him. He didn't plan to be long and he just didn't want to put them back just to get them back out. So, as he pulled his shirt over his one hand and took a deep breath to calm himself, he walked out of his room and down to his sisters making sure to stay right against the wall.

He tried for what seemed for an eternity to shut her up. But she just didn't want to stop crying. He picked her up and shook her slightly. "Shut it you whelp. I'm tired of listening to your arrogant crying." But that didn't work either, she just cried more. "If you don't zip it, I'll make you be quiet."

He paused as he held her and she just looked at him. But she must not have believed him because she suddenly started all over again. He couldn't take it anymore and he suddenly felt something give way and the next thing he knew, he was pulling the claws slowly across his baby sisters neck. Blood spurting all over as her crying stopped and a look of shock weld up in her eyes.

He just smiled at it and dropped her to the floor, her body lifeless and bloody. He just stood there smiling, looking at her body with a feeling of relief. He had finally done it. He finally got rid of the little bitch. He ran his fingers back through his hair and laughed. But his sudden laughter was drowned out by his mothers loud shriek of horror as she had come to see what was going on and stood looking at her dead daughter in the doorway.

When he finally stopped laughing, his mother was still shrieking and he could hear his father and guest scrurrying back here to see what was up. "No better time then the present." Was all he said as he launched himself forward and sunk the claws into his mother breasts and looked out to see his fathers expression again laughing as the sensation of relief and excitement washed over him.

It didn't take long for him to kill the others. A simple slash here and a stab there was all it took. The simplicity of it amazed Ashi as he held the now lifeless visitor by the neck. His blood slowly running from his neck down Ashi's arm. He bent forward and licked it up and laughed again as the taste sent a shock of delight through his entire body.

"Well, now. All done? Too bad. You all just dropped like dolls. Plop. It couldn't have been any easier if you were puppets and I cut your strings." He said smirking as he dropped the boy with a thud. "I'm out of this shit shack. If I ever see you again, it'd be too soon." He just walked out of the house turning only to fling a burning lantern onto the outside wall.

The fire sprang to life immediately and enveloped the house entirely as he walked out into the shadows. He would never return to this place. He would start his own adventure now, but maybe one day, he'd finish the task he started today and kill off the man who has his face.

Chojirio and surp are in - Congratz


However im Sorry Rein but not only was it short, it wasn't very discriptive nor was it very origional Im sorry but you have not made the cut, However if your up for it you may try again.


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OOC: This will be the char that will enter Akafuzen

Youji arrived holding Nana's hand at the base of the Fang mountain. There he will train a new jutsu with Nana, the other girl that's a puppet like him. Nana then looked at him and said "Here i will train you a new jutsu". Youji looked at her and then he said "I'm ready for this". Then Nana told Youji to attack her with some senbons and then Youji without asking why shooted 5 senbons from his left hands towards Nana. In an instant from Nana's sleeves senbons attached with iron wire started flying around her and then a ball of senbons surrounded her. The senbons that Youji shooted hitted the ball of senbons and were deflected. After that the ball of senbons disspapeared and Nana told Youji that this is the jutsu she wants him to learn.

With that told Youji started exersising while Nana was shooting senbons at him continuously at him. Youji was hit by some of the senbons but because he didn't felt any pain he continued to train without being bodered by the senbons that where hitting him. After some hours of training Youji managed to learn how to use that jutsu and he could make the ball of senbons more faster now. After Nana saw what Youji could do she asked him to fight her as she was a human cause she wanted to know if Youji was ready for real fights.

Hearing this Youji charged at Nana and headed with a punch towards her face and then from his knuckles senbon tips drenched in poison appeared. Nana the moved to the left because she knew Youji can easily eject those senbons and then blocked his arm with some iron wires that she was controlling with chakra. After seeing that she dodged his attack he eliberated poison from the compartiment above his elbow aiming Nana and from his sleave wire controlled with chakra appeared and grabed her by the waist in order to not let her go. In a second Nana was in a poison could and then she eliberated Youji's hands. She started claping hher hands and said towards Youji "Good work.....If i was still a human i would be dead by now because of the poison". Youji then letted go of Nana and made a bow towards her as a thanks for the training and he made a promise that he will come for more when he feels ready for this. Nana smiled at him and patted his head then she said that she will wait for him. Youji then turned his back and started walking back towards Suna.