[Gure Rokurou]

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As the Hyuga grabbed his hand as it went for the locket then movement the missing nin made would not only dislocate his shoulder but it would also break the chain around Roku's neck, causing a wave of nausea to roll over him as his body registered the break. His eyes went wide and he froze up. His body stiff as a board for the longest second in his life. [break][break]Then the pain registered and he drew back, forgetting his arm in the process. He winced at the pain and held his injured arm with the other as he watched the man pick up the locket on its broken string. He should make a run for it. Cast a genjutsu or something. Get out of there and report back to the village... But the locket was his. It had always been with him. It was the one possession he had which he would dive back into a burning house to retrieve. He was shackled to this man until he could get his hands on it.  [break][break]

The Hyuga seemed to recognize the people in it. Akai and Mina Uchiha. Dead and buried with their son - Uchiha Katsuo. Roku's eyes narrowed and he drew back when the man first tried to get a hold of him to set the arm - or break it off entirely. "No..!"  His protest was barely there, but the fear of the pain to come was always worse than the actual pain. He knew that. But... He didn't trust the Hyuga to set it and not expect something in return. He was here - as a criminal- for a reason. [break][break] 
But getting away with a dislocated joint was also not ideal and it would put him at even more of a disadvantage than before. [break][break] 
So he let him get a little closer, avoided the man's gaze and turned his face away from the dislocated shoulder. His other hand was close, not quite ready to leave the other arm in the care of the Hyuga. So he focused on that one instead. On how the fabric of his shirt felt. On how the muscles flexed and tensed when the man popped the shoulder back in place. A sharp pain dulled down. Just like before. Except still somehow worse. [break][break]

Roku made a cheeky grab for the locket. Hoped to snatched it from the man. [break][break]

"It is mine. I didn't find it."

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ROKUROU + Hyuga Kayaku

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[Hyuga Kayaku]

I can resist everything except temptation "Come on, it's just a dislocated shoulder, besides with my Byakugan it shouldn’t take any medical knowledge to try and set it, right?” the man said, shamelessly hinting at his lack of medical skills. He’d laugh at his own joke and slowly walked over to Katsuo, the younger shinobi instinctively moved away from him causing Kayaku to hesitate momentarily. Immediately after, a grin crept across the Hyuga's face as he allowed Katsuo to calculate his options. This wasn't the first time the Hyuga had noticed his analytical capabilities either, he had simply ignored it in the beginning. Kayaku thought it to be some type of subconscious preservation like the fight or flight reflex and because this the Hyuga had ultimately underestimated him. Upon second thought, Kayaku now believed that there was much more to this Rokurou than even the boy himself would like to believe. "Hm? Maybe you aren’t Uchiha Katsuo afterall… I mean clearly this is his mom and dad in the locket; where’s the kid you stole it off of? Have you ever tried taking the picture out? might be something behind it” Kayaku continued on and on, until eventually Rokuro allowed him to set his arm back into it’s socket. Of course, even though the younger shinobi had submitted to Kayaku mending the appendage, it wouldn’t stop the Hyuga from doubting the evidence in front of him. While the Hyuga bitched to distract Katsuo, he’d pop the boy’s arm back into place in one fell swoop. His movements precise and effortless, coupled with his Byakugan allowed Kayaku to half-ass his way into actually fixing the arm however he couldn’t do anything about long-term recovery or actual healing. "Now... can we be serious for a mome-” Kayaku’s words were cut short by a quick witted move to snatch the locket from the man’s hand, however Kayaku had a firm grip on it... So when Katsuo yanked the piece of fine jewelry from his hand the necklace would snap and the locket would smash against the ground, shattering the glass frame within it. "Oh shit..." Kayaku said in a low tone before trying to salvage the pieces, despite not knowing if he should; despite having noticed the picture appearing to have been folded and stuffed into the locket.

May the odds be ever in Kayaku’s favor T_T

[Gure Rokurou]

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They shuffled, Roku moved to protect the locket and the man still went for it. He pushed. The hyuga was a wall of muscles and didn't budge an inch. And then it snapped. He felt the chain give and when his end of it hit his wrist it was is if time froze and dread rolled over him. His heart picked up its pace. His grip went lax and the chain slid from his hand. The locket was on the ground. Broken. His eyes stared at the faces in the picture. Images popped up in his mind, feelings, waves of fear and anxiety. [break][break]

Dark black eyes snapped from the locket to the offender. With bared teeth and a violent gleam in his eyes he grabbed for the man's wrapped lock of hair, yanking it downwards - hard- as he took a swift step backwards and raised his hand up and his chakra exploded outwards and grabbed for the Hyuga. A growl simmered in his throat as he exclaimed; [break][break]
"Are you deaf as well as a criminal!?"[break][break]

He expected no answer, instead he would hold the visual cue for the jutsu. The world seemed to have come alive, dancing around him. Or perhaps it was just the sun filtering through the branches above coupled with the thundering of his heart. Either way. Right now. He felt angry. He felt... As if he would have no reservations about gutting the Hyuga. The anger was hardly rational, but Rokurou was not always rational when his system went into overdrive. Anxiety tossed his head into a sea of static, but this? Faces of people he didn't know, but felt an incredible attachment to, telling him to run, to hide, to get help, to be safe? It drove him to a ledge and jumping into irrationality and making someone or something else become the target for the emotions was just too tempting. [break][break]

Rokurou stared at the Hyuga as he kept the hand up.  He felt the tension in his jaw, but the slight quiver of his lip and the glassy look to his inky black eyes were things he didn't sense. The tremble of his hands didn't go unnoticed but went ignored. If he let go, he was not sure the man would let him get away with just a dislocated shoulder... Roku tensed - if it was even possible to tense any more muslces at this point as he was like a compressed spring- and then made a bold move.[break][break]
"You broke it. You fix it."

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NAME: Kōsatsu Haaku [Strangling Grasp][break]

RANK: C[break]

CHAKRA USAGE: To Use: Low | To Maintain: Very Low[break]

CLASSIFICATION: Genjutsu[break]

ELEMENT: -[break]

HANDSEALS: 0[break]

TRIGGER: Visual[break]

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Triggered by the target(s) seeing the user raise their hand as if to choke, the target(s) will immediately feel as if a hand is around their throat. They'll find it extremely difficult to draw breath due to the illusion, while in reality they will be perfectly capable of breathing fine. This is primarily used as a scare effect. Furthermore, while it doesn't always happen, at times the target(s) are so panicked that in trying to grasp at the seemingly invisible hands they could potentially injure their selves in truth.[break][break]

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[Hyuga Kayaku]

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? The fire that had awakened inside the boy didn't shock Kayaku in the least, at first it might have, but not anymore. Kayaku had decided without much thought of how Rokurou felt, that he was indeed Uchiha Katsuo, the lost Uchiha. Which changed everything, Kayaku’s entire outlook and how he’d treat the boy changed in that instant, or at least it would have had the locket’s glass covering didn’t shatter upon the ground. The dread or anger that appeared upon Katsuo’s face was undeniable; Kayaku could see the chakra flare within his body and there was no mistaking what he saw. Ever since he was a small boy the Hyuga missing-nin was fond of looking at other’s chakra. No matter, how small, large, weak, or powerful, Kayaku enjoyed the visual abilities his doujutsu offered. Now at his age and expertise, this habit of his has grown and has become a great asset when dealing with others. In his experience, everyone lied, however, one’s chakra couldn’t... this epiphany still held true in this exact moment as Rokurou’s or Katsuo’s chakra burgeoned into a visual display of raw might that could only be accomplished by the upper echelon such as Hi no Kuni’s founding clans. The excitement he felt, however, was brief and fleeting as the younger shinobi pulled a brazen moved and yanked the man’s hair in order to pull his face down to his Rokurou’s own level. To say Rokurou was lucky in this moment would be an understatement; had Kayaku not internally decide that the boy was actually Katsuo, things would have ended up quite horribly for the hand that held the Hyuga’s black, silk-like tufts of hair. "It is good to see you in such an emotional state, it’s the Uchiha blood in you. You Uchiha are slaves to your emotions... Although, do not mistake my hesitation for upstanding morals.” Kayaku was one of the few missing-nin in the world who didn’t go about killing, raping, or pillaging just for the hell of it or because they were slighted. Rather, he usually had no choice in the matter. The Hyuga could count on one hand how many times he chose to kill or give in to his more deplorable urges, with him usually being coerced by Jirou’s beguiling advances or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This meant that the Uchiha orphan had a good deal of lead way especially due to his heritage or well what Kayaku believed to be his heritage. Nevertheless, the younger shinobi proved to be smarter than most Uchiha. Instead of continuing to act on his overwhelming emotions, he’d choose another route and quite literally save himself from what could have been the last words he’d ever utter. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when you’re all upset like this? The tenseness of your muscles, then the slight quiver of your soft lips” the Hyuga, wouldn’t give the boy the satisfaction of agreeing to his demands, despite actually deciding that he’d fix the familial heirloom. Rather, he’d take the chance to actually admire the young adult before him. It was surprisingly intoxicating how a wimp such a Rokurou, who just moments ago had been bawling his eyes out due to a dislocated shoulder, could become such a ravenous beast... Kayaku knew at that moment the boy wanted nothing else but to spill the Hyuga’s guts onto the moist grass-covered ground beneath them. Weary, battle-worn eyes pierced into Rokurou’s jet black orbs. Kayaku’s lilac-colored byakugan eyes were filled with an intense urge akin to lust rather than anger, they’d stare straight into Rokurou’s soul, or at least that's how he’d try to make it seem. Eventually, Rokurou would let go of the ink-colored tresses, and they’d continue on in silence for a moment before Kayaku would try to make small talk. "Your parents were everything I had once dreamed of becoming...” his voice trailed off...