Try outs for special positions!

[JellytheBeany]

This is an application for Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan [Sharingan if I can't start with Eternal] with Izaya Uchiha. I want him to be a member of the Akatsuki since I've never tried being a bad guy before. Enjoy. 8D

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Izaya stood within the Forest of Death, looking towards the trees, the way the leaves swayed gently back and forth in the wind, the way the silence seemed to be a deafening sound. It was all an ominous omen. He knew beyond a shadow of doubt that this forest was not one to be taken too lightly, as he had been here before when he was younger and several times after that and had encountered things that people wouldn't have thought existed. He wasn't particularly afraid of anything this forest had to throw at him, but he was cautious of his surroundings, ready for anything that might be about to leap out at him from their place of hiding. As If on cue, a giant rhinoceros/bear crossbreed emerged from beyond the shrubs and charged after him. Izaya was faster though, jumping high into their air and landing flat on the branch of a tree after a single flip. He knelt down and looked at the thing as it kept going on. By the way it was moving he was almost sure it hadn't even seen him in its rampage, almost as if... The thought had come to him in the nick of time, and he had been correct in his assumption. The rhinoceros/bear thing had been running away from something else, something much bigger than itself. The branch that Izaya was perched atop didn't compare to the height of the new creature that reared its ugly head, a cross between what he thought was a moth and a wolf, impossible as that combination may sound in and of itself. Izaya knew there was no escaping this creature without a fight, and how sore he felt about it. He didn't want to fight, but he had come here for the sole purpose of training and fighting was naturally entailed. Besides, it was already too late to run away since the creature had already caught him in its sights and was now flapping double overtime to accost him. Izaya began to act.

The Jounin flipped backwards and pressed his feet against the trunk of the tree just as the moth wolf flung its body at the branch he was on just moments ago. Without warning he pushed himself off the trunk and sped through the air directly at the moth wolf. He spun once to gain downward momentum and brought his right leg down on the head of the monster, a hard, hollow sound heard emanating. He was sure that the kick alone would be enough, but life was never that simple. The moth flapped its wings wildly and whipped up a whirlwind that blew him away with force, but he managed to regain his balance and press the soles of his feet to the same tree trunk as before. Simple Taijutsu tactic didn't seem as if it was about to work against the creature, so he figured he might as well utilize his flames. They were always best against enemies that didn't appear to have an evident weakness, as flames burned all and didn't differentiate. Flashing his hands to either side of himself, he enclosed his palms and exerted the needed chakra. Two long whips formed that extended to around five feet in length, roaring with focused flames that did not seem to affect him in the least. Izaya flicked his wrist and cracked the whips, the sound pervading the air and creating an echo through the silent forest. With another flick of his wrists he brought the whips upward and then waved his hands outwards, slashing in an 'X' formation with the whips aimed directly at the moth wolf's mid section. The hit connected and in its wake was a deep black scorch mark that formed and 'X' to mimic the motif he had intended from the start. The moth wolf flailed about wildly, making a strange screeching howling sound. It knocked over several trees, the last being the one that Izaya was still perched on. He fled without hesitation, hopping onto the branch of another and kept going so as not to be caught off guard by the rampaging moth wolf creature.

It didn't take long for the moth wolf to shrug off the burning sensation down to a minor throb and continue its assault in earnest. Izaya found himself tree hopping like a frog in heat. One minute he was here and the next minute he was there. Finally finding an opening he flung his whip forward, making it extend to the appropriate length so it would catch the tree he had just left, slicing a clean path through the trunk. All that could be seen in the whip's wake was a deep red path that appeared like the lava inside a volcano. The tree was cut in two without effort and the head started to topple over onto the moth wolf that was now heading towards his current location for yet another assault. Izaya didn't stay to watch the fruits of his labor, jumping from the tree he stood on the side of to head onto another out of the creature's way. Call it being over cautious, but he wasn't about to take chances, never have been one to for that matter. His initial tactic seemed to have taken effect though, as the massive head of the tree fell down on the moth wolf and was now crushing it to the ground, rendering it flightless due to the wings being crushed under the weight. To be on the safe side, Izaya jumped down from the tree and walked closer to the moth wolf, retracting the length of the whip back to its initial five feet, allowing the second one to dissipate into the vacuum. He cracked the whip forward, aimed towards the moth wolf's wing, slicing a clean path through it and severing it from the original structure. Now he knew for sure the creature wouldn't be able to fly, and he had done it all without having to kill it. That was some serious progress right there. Usually if something tried to kill him there would be nothing holding him back from answering in kind, but now it had been established that in this instance there was no need for such extremities. Dispersing the whip of fire, Izaya continued even deeper into the forest, counting his victory against the moth wolf as the first of many he intended to have. This was to be his training, dangerous as it might be. What was a shinobi who was too afraid to get their hands a little dirty in the name of bettering themselves? It personally gave him a feeling of accomplishment, that he deserved to teach a group of young Genin again someday, and hopefully that day would come very soon.

The next area he entered was a moderately sized clearing that loomed with darkness, only a little light shining through between the leaves of the trees. Izaya wasn't afraid of the dark or anything ,but other than that he sensed something close by, as if someone or something was watching him. He walked along nonchalantly, wearing his poker face as the always did when he wanted to betray none of his emotions. Those could always be used to tell what one was thinking and in battle situations it could mean either life or death. How one utilized their poker face could give them either the upper hand or lead to their demise. Izaya wasn't about to be just another casualty, especially not in a forest such as this against freakish animals. His instincts proved true as he came to a halt and slid to the side on one foot, dragging the other close by to keep pace. It was all just in time too. A small crater had been formed in the position that he was just at, and the one that had created the crater was none other than what looked like a werewolf if one would believe it. What was with this forest and wolves anyway? When the dust finally cleared and the creature stood to its full height looking down at him, Izaya shuddered, taking a few more steps away as he appraised the size of the thing. It stood a perfect two feet taller than himself with bulging muscles and a wide breadth. It was one thing Izaya disliked the most, anything living that stood taller or was essentially bigger than he was. The werewolf was close enough to human for him to consider it as one, and that it stood a perfect two feet over him and was so much... larger than he was did not sit well with the young Uchiha. But despite this he knew from the strength that the wolf had shown before that this would be a battle of skill, utilizing his meager Taijutsu training. Now Izaya did not boast to being a master at Taijutsu or any such thing. In fact, he was more lacking than most others that lacked his efficiency in the style. The main thing that made him so much weaker in close combat was that he was smaller and less physically fit than even other Genin he had met before. He was agile and swift on his feet, but he was no master, not by any stretch of the imagination.

Mentally prepared, Izaya waited for the werewolf to make the first move, and as if reading into his approval that it may have the first go the wolf sprang into action. It was poised to strike as it seemingly blurred a bit and vanished from sight, catching Izaya slightly off guard. But he was ready for the full frontal assault, bringing his hand up to block the fist. It was much more powerful than he originally gauged, as he felt a stinging pain in his arm as he pulled away, gaining some distance between himself and the wolf. He eyed the place where he had been hit and took note of the bruise that was there. This was definitely going to be harder than the moth wolf. Izaya sprang into action, this time being the instigator of their little dance. He used his swiftness to blur himself in much the same manner that the wolf had justdone a moment ago, appearing suddenly behind it in a round house kick position. The wolf was quick to react, bringing its powerful arms up and about to block the hit and push Izaya off itself and send him flying. The man slid along the ground and then used the backward momentum to push himself into the air and back onto a tree at the far end of a clearing, pressing the soles of his feet into its trunk and pushing himself off at a start once more. This time he did a quick spin in mid air as he torpedoed towards the wolf, bringing his foot around to connect with the creature's midsection. It wasn't so much a wasted attempt as it was an attempt made too fervently. The wolf snatched his leg out of mid air, spun him around a few times and then flung him away as if he was yesterday's refuse. It was all Izaya could do to not form some handsigns and start blowing stuff up, his frustration towards the wolf growing in intensity with each passing second. He managed to keep the urge under wraps however, trying again with a full frontal assault. Nothing seemed to be working. The wolf either parried the blow, took it in stride and knocked him away, or it caught his attack and met it with one of its own. It was frustrating; losing to an animal. Then a thought came to him. Yes he had made it clear to himself that he wouldn't use Ninjutsu that allowed him to decimate the wolf right away, but what about the type of effect that targeted yourself? He stood his ground as the wolf was inclined to simply watching and waiting while he made the first move. Izaya was building up chakra all over his body, his form assuming a crimson glow as his fire chakra coursed through his entirety. Soon enough his body had become completely searing to the touch, even standing too close made one feel as if they were inside a volcano standing way too close to a pit of lava. Now he was ready again.

Izaya dashed forward one final time to meet with the wolf where it stood. His form was a blur as he suddenly appeared in front of the wolf, aiming a rapid round house kick to its leg. The wolf stood its ground, positive it could take the hit, but the minute Izaya's foot made contact with the leg an imprint was left behind, scorching the wolf's flesh. It howled in pain and attempted to grab Izaya around the neck, but the movement was clumsy and it ended up snatching at the air as Izaya feinted to the right, bribing his fist around to connect with the creature's stomach. That too left an imprint and the wolf howled again, feeling the burning effect. Izaya knew that the moisture in the air was slowly being sucked away by the body heat he was emitting, and the wolf was feeling the effects of it, barely being able to breathe properly much less stand. The Jounin continued his assault without pause, sending a flurry of kicks and punches all over the wolf's form, the heated imprints and the lack of moisture rendering it all but dead. It found it difficult to retaliate and Izaya used the flow of battle to his advantage, as he had the upper hand. To finish things off he took off at a jump high into their air, then flipped his way back down, extending a hot leg forward to have it land directly onto the head of the already half dazed wolf. The connected strike was so powerful that the heat only served to amplify and already perfect form, rendering the wolf unconscious before it even hit the floor. Izaya landed on his feet and stood over the werewolf, watching it through squinted eyes. The man wasn't even breathing heavy yet, which was a good thing seeing as he had a lot more of these creatures to do battle with, or just one more since he was being lazy. The true purpose of this little exercise was to hone his skills to perfection at their current level and then go to the Hokage requesting a squad of his own. He intended to finally take a new group of Genin under his wings, having accomplished what had been required of him the last time he was given charge over a young group. He wondered what the name of the new team would be and also wondered what potential he would be faced with. He could hardly contain his excitement, though the poker face still hitched a ride on his immediate features.

The next apparent destination inside the forest's entirety was yet unknown, but Izaya just kept going in spite of his lack of foresight, still having a lot more training to do before he was deemed worthy enough to shoulder the burden of teaching a group of young people once again. It had been all of three years since his first set of Genin since he had become a Jounin at the age of nineteen. Not being an old teacher meant he was considered cool, not being called 'grandpa' or 'old man' or any other such term. He was only twenty two after all, and he was every bit as young as these kids were, only difference being that he was their senior by a few years and rank. His facial features made him appear like a little kid sometimes though, and people who didn't know him tended to hit that sore spot and mock his true age, and thus not show him the respect that he deserved. It had been easy to rise through the ranks given his natural skill and the fact that he had started training at the age of five, but he was still one of the village's most powerful members and he deserved to be treated as such. Izaya was so far gone in thought that it was at the last minute that the noticed that he was being followed. The eerie presence had just made itself known to him, but even so he didn't pay it any excess attention, as that would only give it cause to strike right away. He wanted to lead whatever it was in a clearing where he would be better able to utilize his massive fire techniques to incinerate it and whatever else came his way. Using it in this forest would only start a forest fire, and he did not want to have to go being the one to explain to the Hokage why the forest was on fire. He was sure that the Hokage wouldn't completely explode about the entire affair, but it was better to be safe than on the Hokage's bad side, despite him never seeing said bad side before or knowing what it entailed. All he knew was that it wouldn't be good, not by a long shot. Despite his efforts to take the fight elsewhere, the creature that was stalking him seemed to have other things on its mind, deciding to jump him there and then. Izaya had to roll out of the way, going forward and then getting back to his feet to turn and look at the thing. It was massive, and it had almost crushed him under its weight. It was a giant spider with the face of an ugly woman, features contorted into rage and body poised to strike again. Izaya hated spiders mostly out of all the insects in the world, simply because of the way they looked. This one though would go down in history as the most grotesque of the lot.

The spider creature hopped off all its eight legs and made an attempt to assault him once again. Izaya stood his ground until the last minute before he jumped away, using the pull of gravity afterwards to help his descent where he then landed firmly on top of the spider's massive butt with a powerful downward kick. The thing shrieked, a terrible sound that sounded almost human, then it flailed its bum into the air and flung him off. Izaya perched himself upside down on the branch of a nearby tree and then shoved himself off it downwards again, aiming another powerful kick this time to the head of the over sized spider lady thing. Strangely, the spider stood on its eight hind legs and used the four fore legs to shield against his assault, spreading them wide afterwards to send him flying. What was with these creatures and their affinity for Taijutsu? If he didn't know any better he would have claimed that they be enrolled into the academy and be taught in the ways of Ninjutsu, if only for shits and giggles. Izaya decided right then and there that using only close combat to fight these creatures was a complete waste of time and would get him nowhere fast, and so he formed the handsigns that he knew would bring him victory. From his position perched on the underside of the branch he blew a streaming jet of fire into the ground below, almost hitting the spider had it not moved away to evade. The jet tore through the ground and persisted downward, disappearing below the surface. To anyone that looked they might have thought to themselves that Izaya had just missed his target completely, but he had in fact not missed and had gotten through with his intentions. The spider didn't seem about to wait for him to make another move, raising its butt into the air and spewing a large stream of webs that would have caught and bound him to the tree had he not been a master at fire techniques. He burned through the web with a simple ball of fire and then formed another set of handsigns that would bring about the destruction he intended. A massive pillar of fire emerged from the ground beneath the spider, bursting forth rapidly and catching it in its blaze before it even knew what hit it. The thing was reduced to a black scorching heap as it lay there, smoke rising off its form. The pillar of flame hadn't come about without repercussions in the dense forest however, and had caught on several trees and was burning a path to the next, which would start a chain reaction. Izaya had no skill in Suiton Ninjutsu, and he had no idea how to go about putting out the flames except by smothering them.

Izaya went through the motions and once he got the fires out he went on to enter a massive clearing within the heart of the forest. There were no trees for yards around and the sun was shining clearly down at him. He looked up and embraced the light a little bit, savoring the feel of it before he continued his little trek through to the next parts of the forest. Or not. Right here would be as far as he went for now. Maybe he would come back with his Genin when it was decided who would be on a team with him and all. The creatures he had just faced were quite fierce, and he knew that many others that he had yet to see would bring about a means of challenge for the Genin that would be under his charge. Izaya had the other techniques that he himself had created, and he was ready to give them a try, but their effects were not to be used lightly, as they had the potential to really do some serious damage, especially the one he liked to call Gigaflare. It would be simply too much, enough to level half this forest, not to mention it would probably make him so weak and drained that he would probably have to stay in bed for the better part of the next few days. Yawning lazily and stretching said laziness out of himself afterwards, Izaya looked up at the sky one more time and figured that it was time to get back and start looking about creating his very own team so he could start making them as epic as himself. He fondled the metal plating of his would-be headband, the memory of his mother coming to the fore. How he missed her, wishing every passing day that he could see her just one more time. Even though he had gone back to what remained of his home only long enough to offer his love and respect for what remained of her, he still felt as if he had failed her greatly. If only he had put his foot down and told her that he wouldn't run that errand for her then she would still be alive. But he had never been able to refuse her anything that she asked, always moving at her beck and call and enjoying every moment of it. The memory brought tears to his eyes that refused to fall as he turned away and left the forest of death, heading back to the village. Maybe now he could focus on forming a team.
 

[Tenkie]

This kicked in Kenji's depression, he bowed his head and gripped his pants keeping Michael from coming out. "I know big brother. But it helps it's the only thing that keeps him at bay... I know what it does to my body but its worth it if every five seconds I am relaxed instead of threatening to hang someone because they did something wrong... It's getting better with this treatment brother I know it is. It's been too long for me to wait for something that helps." But before Kenji could continue their food arrived. "Yes I suppose so." As he ate his seven crapes with raspberry sauce and whip cream along with his tea. As they ate and ate Kenji slowly came down off his morning buzz and was now clear headed his eyes no longer blotchy but still glossy showing
. that he had the lingering effects on him.
As they sat in silence Kenji finally spoke. "So what shall we do for the day big brother?" Just as he spoke these words one of the waitresses stumbled over the rug and her tray full of dirty glasses and plates sailed across the room all of them landing straight on top of Kenji. Now a normal person would of been angry but would not do anything that Kenji is about to do.
As Kenji stood as several chunks of ice tumbled off his head and onto the table; Kenji could not control his next action. He walked over and simply kicked the women in the shoulder dislocating it as she sailed into the table, breaking it into splinters. Kenji advanced forward slowly the guards rushing in but stopping dead in their tracks. The women cried in pain and the man once Kenji was now longer Kenji, he was Michael the demon that haunted Kenji. He held the women by her throat high into the air a snarl on his wet face. "I should rip your face off." As he went to punch her to finish the job there was a presence behind him and a hand on his shoulder.