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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 2:44 pm
Sam looked at Damian's special way to communicate with others. "wow, thats pretty interesting, oh thank you." he said as the chef set his bowl of ramen down. "hmm, i honestly expect it to be something like a festive chicken ramen. oh well." he said as he looked at the dish of squid ramen. he then glanced over to the flask. "you know, i could probably use a drink of water. thanks Damian." he said as he took a drink, then went back to looking at his bowl of ramen. he quickly started to eat it, and with a smile looked at the chef. "hey, could i get a beef and a chicken too." he said as he awaited 2 more bowls of Ramen. while he sat waiting he turned to Damian. "so what are your goals?" he asked curiously as the chef set down the two bowls of fresh ramen. he quickly grabbed one and continued to eat.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:09 pm
~Upon finishing his first bowl, Damian glanced to Sam whom had just ordered another two bowls. It was a most peculiar question, although he didn't really mind answering it, "My only goal is to prove that I am a better Nin then my father 'was'...." With this, he continued onward with his second bowl, taking notice to the various people of the village as they continued about their everyday lives. There were shinobi walking the streets too. Some with slightly different uniforms then others. His finger slipped within the folds of his robes once more, fumbling through what seemed to be a book before he found the spot he was looking for, "Well.... if we are to learn anything from this village, we need to know exactly who has the best knowledge base or at least something thats useful to learn." He continued to rifle through the book with one hand while he scooped up noodles with the other, "Well.... we could visit a couple of my fathers old 'friends'.... Zabuza and Haku always seem to be full of adventure." At saying this he placed the chop sticks down upon the table having finished his meal. Glancing to the chef, Damian tossed him 6 coins from the sack then stood up, "Now... where to find those would be nin..."~
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:32 pm
Sam stared for a moment as he finished chowing down the second bowl. "was? what happened? has he kicked the bucket?" he said as he grabbed the third bowl and began to chow upon it. "lets see, Zabuza, huh. isn't he mister head cleaver guy? with the kid whom has extreme gender confusion." he said as he set his chopsticks down aswell and stood up throwing down a few more coins then Damian. "thanks for the meal, sir." he said as he turned toward Damian and started toward the door. "we could check the giant bridge, i'm pretty sure they probably wouldn't like that since they were hired to stop its creation." he said as he walked through the door and looked back and forth to check if any of the stupid betting merchants were around, since they took their money.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 3:41 pm
~Avoiding the staring eyes of Sam, Damian listened to his rather humorous speech about the Akatsuki members, "With your rather dismal chakra levels I would learn to hold my tongue. You are afterall in their village. I imagine we could hold them off for quite a bit, but we aren't skilled enough to take on multiple targets at once just yet." The ideal of going to the bridge wasn't all that odd, though he doubted they would be there. It wasn't like he really had anything special to do with his time aside from waste it at the moment. Shrugging, he motioned for Sam to come along, "I suppose we could go to the bridge... Oh and... Don't ask me questions about my father. We'll just say he isn't exactly in his best health." With one last look at his surroundings he began walking towards the bridge, "That was certainly a good meal. Even if the chef was a dill-hole."~
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 4:01 pm
Sam looked at Damian and laughed "yeah, the guy seemed to be a little pissy, until he noticed the emblem on you, of course. that thing seems to be like saying, 'hey i'm an Uchiha, listen to me or else' hahaha" he continued laughing as he followed Damian toward the bridge. he looked around as they neared the bridge. "hmmn... lets see, where would they be at?... hmm....." he continued as he looked moving his head back and forth. i don't quite see them, how about you, Damian?" he asked still moving his head all over the place.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:22 pm
~Shrugging, Damian continued his walk towards the bridge, wondering what all the day had laid in store for him. He also wondered just exactly how much of a good idea it was to go meet his fathers old lackies. Especially since they knew exactly what had happened to his father. It was a very shy ideal that they would allow him to live, but that would be if they could catch him in his escape. Sighing, he glanced back at Sam, "You realize.... if you say something to irritate them.... These are S-ranked criminals, they will murder you...." His eyes diverted towards the base of the bridge, nearly one hundred yards away from them. Swiftly, he clasped on to the edge of Sam's armor, pulling him into the tree line, "shhh... Not only are Zabuza and Haku.... They also have Kisame...." Shaking his head, Damian looked for a way of escape, hoping they hadn't already been spotted, "You realize.... that if we are seen that they'll most likely attempt to kill us. Well, me at least. They have this grudge against me I'd say...." Shifting his eyes, he realized that the three were no longer near the bridge. Had they been found? There wasn't a sound within the trees above. It was rather quiet actually..... Too quiet...~
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:19 pm
Sam was now shocked by this, "kill us! Really, why do they have a grudge against you?" he asked as he shut up and started to look around to see where they had gone he noticed someone above them, "oh crap... Jr look!" he said pointing up but Zabuza had already left the branch. "i saw Zabuza." he said going back to looking around, he didn't know what to expect now. where was anyone?
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:37 pm
~Irritation spread over Damian as he rose to his feet, "Cowards.... You flee to the trees at the sight of me. Why can't you give a straight on fight? You are S-ranked Nin, I'm a Jounin and the boy with me can barely fight...." His eyes continued to survey the area, "Watch out for any type of condensed water.... Stay to the driest area you can get in.... Most of their most dangerous techniques are water based. Not all, but most. So keep an eye out." Slowly, he took a step backwards out of the tree line. His movement was in the general direction of the bridge. It would be suicidal to move back towards where they came from. Still no sign of the three could be seen, none had taken their usual tactics of anger when provoked. Why hadn't they just attacked head-on? They had the advantage of numbers and strength. If they were going to attack... It would be the smartest idea to triangulate their attack. So, Zabuza is there.... Where are the other two?~
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:42 pm
Sam gave Damian an angry stare for a moment as the statement can barely fight came up. "sadly i can't disagree. oh crap!" he said as he saw the thick misty fog forming behind them. "oh god, i can't see in this crap. Damian, your a jounin? wow! i may need your help with this." he said as he tried to look at the fog, but all he could see was a thick wall of gray.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:39 am
~Slowly, Damian backed away from Sam. Together they were sitting ducks, but separate perhaps they would get out alive. Again he began hearing the voice in his head, this time more violent then before. What is your problem?! Did I teach you nothing?! Small flash backs of his father began pulsating within his mind. It was as if all of time stood still while he continued to back up. No longer did he know how far he'd went nor where he was at the moment as memories poured in upon him.
Damian Jr stood staring up at his father, wondering what was on his mind, "Hey dad! I'm gonna grow up to be a strong fighter just like you!" The father merely stared down at his son unblinking, "No you won't..." At this he brushed his son aside, walking off into the cave that they were forced to live in due to the fact that his father was a wanted man. Junior merely stood watching his father go, "......Yes I will.... Just you watch...."
Temporarily, Damian snapped to his eyes having phased out for a moment while he was remembering old things he'd forgotten. How long had it been since he'd seen his father? It couldn't have been that long had it? The voice pulsed once more in his head. How did you get your fathers sword? Don't you remember? That was a good question, how did he get his fathers fabled sword? His father cherished it quite too much to allow his son to have it. Not unless he had died, or been killed. Certainly he would have died and not been killed... No one was strong enough to do that were they?
"Father! I passed my Jounin exams! It was really easy with the training you gave me. Now I'm becoming a prodigy like yourself!" His voice was full of happiness and laughter. Stilll such a happy child. Damian merely stared at him, then muttered, "Congratulations..." Junior's fists tightened, his adolescent anger consuming him, "Why is it that you can never be happy for me? You are the only person I have and yet you are as cold as the rock you are sitting on!!!" Muttering, Junior walked off into the cave, anger towards his father building with every step. Damian stood, deciding that he would apoligize. Perhaps he was being too hard on his son, although it was how he himself had gotten strong. Did he really want that for his son though?
Silence was still beckoning violence as he awaited the onslaught of the three Akatsuki members. What am I waiting for? With two handsigns, Damian faded into the mist. An old technique his father had taught him. One which the three attackers were using right now. One eye was fixed on Sam, the other was watching for some sign of the Akatsuki. He had lost sight of Zabuza some time ago. Now it was going to be rather hard to find him again.
"Junior...." said Damian as he attempted to embrace his son, though his eyes were wide in astonishment. He began to cough as if something was lodged in his throat, though it wasn't his throat. His son had slammed a kunai deep within his chest cavity. It had been an instinctive thing, though not entirely ment, "Father?! I didn't mean to...." Damian's fist met the side of his sons head, Junior was slammed hard into the rockface of the wall. It was some hours before he woke up. His fathers body was gone, but his sword was still on the ground. He had no knowledge of what happened.
The throbbing in his head stopped as his eyes began to focus more clearly. This was who he was. He had murdered his father, his only friend and mentor. Regardless of if Damian had been a S-ranked criminal, he was still a good man somewhere within his cold heart. His eyes were noticing everything around him, the wave of the leaves, the gentlest breeze that touched his skin through the mist that he now was blending in with. The Mangekyou had fully formed, no longer did he have that prolonged headache, "...Now.... to find those three...."~
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:57 pm
Sam looked over to Damian as he seemed to have been having a hard time dealing with something, he quickly turned his focus to Damian, "whats wrong? you seemed to have been having problems for a few minutes...." he said as he turned to the man standing behind him and threw a punch straight at his face. "Hey! go the hell away!" he screamed at him as grabbed his katana with his left hand slicing at the mysterious figure who stood tall, he was blue, but Sam couldn't tell that. Sam soon after realized what he was doing, "oh crap." he said bluntly as his sword would get blocked with the large scaley blade of Kisame, he would quickly find himself flying backwards with a large set of scratches across his chest piece and right forearm guard.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 3:03 pm
~It was too risky to jump out to save Sam just yet. That was what the other two were waiting for. Now to find them... Shifting his position within the mist, he still blended in with the mist. Aside from Kisame's appearance the surrounding area seemed undisturbed. They were most likely using some sort of camo or something of that sort. Why wasn't his eyes picking them up though? Again his attention was drawn to Sam as Kisame's blade made a shreaking sound across his chestplate, "....Can he do nothing for himself?" With a few handsigns what seemed to be a twin ripped loose from a branch above Kisame, its foot making a sweeping motion towards the back of his head. Kisame of course would have heard the motion from the tree above and be temporarily distracted as to avoid damage to himself. This would be Sam's chance to get out of harms way and start using the skills he learned in the Academy. Hopefully, with luck Zabuza or his little side-kick would make a false move soon so he could catch them off guard. This definately had to be the worst part of being a Nin, waiting....~
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:29 pm
Sam quickly got up seeing that his nice armor now had a large gaping scratch across the center, "Damn, i guess i should hide..." he said as he took off running into the woods, attempting not to hit any trees. he would quickly run and slide next to a tree pulling out a sheet, he quickly whipped it over him. it was a tree-like design on the front of it. it was also semi-clear so Sam could look through to see if anything was near. he soon saw Zabuza once again. he stopped right infront of Sam, who was standing back to a tree, and sheet overtop. "Hah! foolish boy, what kind of disguise is that?" Zabuza said as he looked at the tree, it was perfectly still, and straight upward to a branch, so how could he tell it was a fake so quick? it was Sam's colorblindness. this prevented him from knowing what the color of the sheet was. it appeared he had been had. the sheet was colored a hot pink, but to a colorblind person the shade would seem similar enough to that of a tree's gray. Sam quickly ducked as he would start to run ditching the sheet overtop of Zabuza. he quickly turned and jumped onto Zabuza's back, pulling the sheet tight, right around his arms and head. unfortunately, Sam doesn't know how long he could hold on.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 2:45 pm
((LMFAO!!! Btw... Why are you carrying around a hot pink piece of paper? >>;;;; ))
~It was quite evident that this fight was going to be over soon for Sam if he didn't pull himself together. Honestly, who uses wallpaper on themselves in the first place? How did he get through the Academy?! Shifting his balance, Damian decided it would be best to show himself instead of being a coward and sitting in this Mist. Anyways, if he sat there forever, Sam would die and then it would be Damian vs 3 Akatsuki anyways. Smirking, Damian watched out of the corner of his eye as his clone taunted Kisame. One was distracted, Zabuza had shown himself and his little side-kick was still in hiding. What would be the best way to show where the side-kick is? Of course, attack him. With a swipe of his arm, three kunai ripped out of his grasp, disappearing just moments after leaving his grasp. They would reappear only a foot before hitting its target. With timing such as this, his servant would have to make a false move. Damian had already removed himself from the Mist, knowing now what he was planning on doing. He was now blending in with the trees, waiting for a false movement.~
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 6:05 pm
((Sam is colorblind and it seemed to be the same shade of gray to him, as the trees. XD))
Sam jjumped off of Zabuza pulling his sword out for a mere second, as he flailed it over the top over Zabuza's head. the sword would slice off a small amount of hair along with the piece of the sheet that was over his head. he then kicked off of Zabuza running at full speed through the forest. "now where did Damian go?" he said as he wandered into a very thick section of fog. Sam quickly found himself lost in the thickest part of the fog apparently. "like being color blind wasn't bad enough in fog.... all I see is damn white three ******** inches from my face!.... OH!" he said as he ducked and fell flat on his a**, still unable to see anything anywhere near him. his eyes all of a sudden started to tear up as he could feel a stinging pain in his chest, "gah!" he screamed as he began to feel his armor and all around him, there was nothing, but his chest continued to hurt with an intense sting. what was this, there was nothing hurting him, it was all a mental stress, somehow hurting him. his eyes began to ache slowly as the pain in his chest would finally dissipate. it was his Rennigan, they were torturing his body, the eyes would seem to show through the thick fog as Sam stood back up. the Rennigan seemed to have a bloodlust in their gray circles. what could Sam be planning now? he stood still in the fog, holding his katana at his side.
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