[Ishiin Ryohei]

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broke my bones, tasted blood

'burned my wings close to the sun.

[attr="class","boldtext"]The raven would slap him and claw the mask of in teh process. An annoyed, feral growl erupted from the violet-haired teen's chest and a firm, clawed hand dug into his shoulder holding him back and drawing blood as Ryohei leaned against the claws, testing their strength. Disrespect was high on his list of things which brought his blood to a boil, something he had inherited from his childhood in the facility. To him, disrespect meant you'd likely end up as the next test subject and his mind had been tempered with fear over the years resulting in his obedient behavior when it came from someone who understood how to pull the strings which made him move and obey their every wink and word.

He didn't want to be a lapdog, but he wasn't going to play russian roulette with his own life and freedom either. If the other had a deathwish so be it. He wouldn't last long in here. He would hold the other's gaze as they were told to go see their superior. Azure blues would hold a challenge, one Ryohei's amber irises only would return. Daring him to move, daring him to push him and give him every reason to actual plant a knife in his chest. Or brain. Whatever was needed to drive the bloodless chunin to his knees and stop moving.
Their shoulders would meet and Ryohei would turn his face to look at the other, catching the lingering glance at his lips. Was he enjoying this a bit too much? Conflicting thoughts rose up in his mind as his amber eyes narrowed and pierced the blues, looking for an answer. Looking for a hint. Looking for more than bloodlust and the challenge which suddenly held a whole new meaning. If the raven had the guts to ask him later, he would accept, but even he knew that sleeping with a coworker and someone you didn't really get along with, would end in some hot and heavy training sessions, but also far too many complications and possible broken bones if it would be a constant fight for dominance over the other. Ryohei couldn't deal with that, he didn't want to and didn't have the time to. But if the other were to offer... Then he could bargain all he wanted. 

His words, however, drove every idea of a possible one night stand out of his mind and a smug smile crept upon his lips, the infamous charm of his swam into his amber eyes, giving the hard, cold edges some warmth. 

"Don't you know that the ANBU has no use for a rebellious mutt, Tanaka... The last guy lasted two weeks" 

His golden eyes would give the other a closer look, his gaze lingering at the bloodied lips off the raven for a moment before moving to the blue hues, an ounce of desire spilling into the golden pools. 

"...I give you a week"

And with that out of the way, he'd move, pushing past the other and head towards the office he had been asked to report to. Whatever they had in mind for him, it wouldn't be fun, but it would be leagues better than what he'd receive for being a thorn in Ishiin's side for even a moment. 

[attr="class","box"]Tanaka Kaito .
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[Tanaka Kaito]

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[attr="class","bright"] [attr="class","brightlet"] Kaito watched Ryohei leave, his eyes lingering on the other as he slipped out the door and down the hallway, directly to the place Kaito was expected to go too. He shoved his hands in his pockets, mind entirely taken by the teenager and his vicious grin that had changed into a warm smile. Had he actually managed to connect with someone socially? Was that a thing he had achieved? With a fucking psychopath no less? [break][break] A hand ran absent-mindedly along his throat. He would need to get it stitched before his hijutsu ran out, but he also had to be at his superiors office at the same time. Hopefully they would be done before his hijutsu failed him and his chakra left him. Then he would be royally fucked. His slender hand pushed back into his pocket and he walked, slashed shirt and all, down the corridor following in the wake of the others footsteps. Ryohei wasn't too far ahead, but Kaito made no rush to catch up with him. [break][break] The enigma that was Ryohei confused Kaito, as he wandered down the dull corridor towards his Captain's office Kaito tried to work out just what the fight had meant. Oh sure they were going to have the shit beaten out of them, a few scars left on them most likely - more so Kaito for hitting the proctor than Ryohei. But he didn't know what the fight had meant for his own explosive attitude when he was so usually reserved and clan minded. If it had been in the street that he had gotten into a fight his father would have assuredly ripped him apart. By comparison whatever punishment awaited him behind the solid oaken door was a walk in the park. So when Kaito arrived at the door he glanced lazily at Ryohei, his entire demeanour calm. [break][break] A bead of sweat ran down the side of his temple though, that hijutsu of his was beginning to tax his chakra control - but if he let up now the results wouldn't be pretty. If Ryohei was as sharp as he bragged he was, he would notice the strain behind Kaito's blase expression and the tapping of his finger impatiently against his trouser leg. [break][break] "Enter," shouted a voice from the other side of the room. [break][break] Kaito tilted his head to Ryohei. [break][break] "Ladies first." [break][break] SPOILER: Click to show Hijutsu Activated:[break][break] [12 of 14][break][break]

Throw me to the flames[break] watch me burn

IT'S DIA!

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[Ishiin Ryohei]

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broke my bones, tasted blood

'burned my wings close to the sun.

[attr="class","boldtext"]Whatever behaviour the Tanaka had impressed the proctors with to get signed up for the ANBU was not the behaviour he had shown today. The other had skill, no doubt about it, he moved like he had done nothing else but fight his entire life. To him a knife would pose the equivilant danger of a butter knife. He still hadn't figured out what made the raven-haired teen on his feet after having his throat slashed. No one was immune to pain and no one was immortal. Two truths to always remember in a fight. Surprisingly enough, Ryohei had no medical abilities, he was capable of sitching up a wound and perform certain proceedures as long as he was talked through it, but other than that, all the madical experience he had had been gained during vivsection or some poor bastard. As Ryohei reached the door he'd knock on it, knowing that whatever face he presented the captain with would help determine his fate and if he would be allowed to stay. Amber eyes still drifted to the Tanaka as he joined him. Beads of sweat was appearing on his face, he was starting to look a little pale too. Was he nervous? Scared seemed to be a stupid suggestion, as he should be smart enough to know such actions would have consequences. Was he runing out of chakra? Already? Wow. An arrogant smirk tugged at the ends of his mouth.

"Whatever you say, lightweight"

He'd push through the door and stand tall with his shoulders squared and his hands behind his back. The Captain wasn't exactly in his position because he was merciful and kind, after all, Kouen was no soft democrat and if you could survive the treatment in the ANBU you'd become a pretty tough individual by the end of it all.

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MELUSINE

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[Tanaka Kaito]

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[attr="class","bright"] [attr="class","brightlet"] Kaito had to fight the grin that crossed his face as the other insulted him. It was nothing more than a jibe but it was enough to amuse Kaito, oh how he wanted to take the other back into the arena and prove him right. But then again he had been foolish enough to underestimate the strength behind the teenagers blows, hadn't expected the knife to pierce his jugular so readily because he wasn't aware of his own young inexperience. It would be something he solved in time, but for now his reflexes weren't as sharp as he bragged about. The pressure upon his chakra control to maintain his hijutsu was beginning to dominate his mind. Kaito wondered just how much pain Ryohei was actually in with his shoulder and damaged body. The shoulder was no nice wound after all. [break][break] He entered wordlessly, his back automatically straightening as he entered the room. Sure he was no show pony and lapdog like Ryohei obviously was, but he also wasn't stupid. Respect was due where it was due. And he was very used to working under a dominating individual, his eyes automatically fell to the floor as the Captain stood up. Hands had left their pockets and he adopted the same militaristic discipline expected of a soldier. [break][break] The Captain stood in front of them, looking over the both of them with equally analytical eyes. "Look at you both," he retorted gruffly. [break][break] "Like a pair of fucking wild animals!" It was evident he was not happy. "Where is your discipline? Or are you both moronic fools with nothing to lose?" [break][break] There was a palpable silence before the Captain looked as if he expected one of them to speak. Kaito, growing paler and keen to get his punishment over with, was the first one to break the silence. His eyes came up to look at the Captain fearlessly, it wasn't lack of fear - everyone feared - but when the scariest thing you were terrified of actually laid behind your front door, there was nothing more to fear about militaristic discipline. [break][break] "Permission to speak, sir?" he said emotionlessly, his eyes not yet making eye contact until he was given permission to speak. [break][break] "Granted." [break][break] "Sir, the proctor asked the recruits to disable one another, we were simply doing as instructed, sir." [break][break] It was a hell of a cheeky thing to say to the Captain of ANBU. And the Captain knew it too. A small glib smile came onto the Captain's face as he moved to stand in front of Kaito. For the first time strong willed fiery blues met the Captain's gaze. It was very evident Kaito had some kind of deathwish, or at least a proclivity for destruction. No one openly jibed at an ANBU Captain without expecting retribution. [break][break] "Did you forget the bit about attacking your superior, Tanaka?" [break][break] A pause. Kaito was deciding how best to respond. [break][break] "Training accident, sir." [break][break] The Captain nodded slowly as if he was trying to get his head around the situation. And then suddenly a fist came out and punched Kaito in the stomach. The teen automatically pressed forward, with a grimace as his skin grew as white as snow. The breath left his lungs and he coughed a little as the Captain moved to stand in front of Ryohei. Kaito righted himself, running the back of his hand against his mouth to get rid of the spit. [break][break] "And you, Ishiin? I suppose you were equally as following orders were you?" snapped the Captain. [break][break] Kaito had his hands behind his back and his back straightened again, but he twisted his head to the side to look at the Captain, more sweat trickling down the corners of his temples. [break][break] "Permission to go to the infirmary, sir?" he said thinly, with a fraction of the sarcasm he had had earlier. The Captain turned his head to look at him while standing by Ryohei, a grin crossed the Captains face. He knew what was about to happen. [break][break] "Permission denied." [break][break] SPOILER: Click to show Hijutsu Activated:[break][break] [13 of 14][break][break]

Throw me to the flames[break] watch me burn

IT'S DIA!

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[Ishiin Ryohei]

[googlefont="Dancing Script"]

broke my bones, tasted blood

'burned my wings close to the sun.

[attr="class","boldtext"]As the two chunins stepped up and faced the man, Ryohei's amber eyes would seek out the Captain. He had never been one for cowering infront of another being. At least not when the consequences were far from severe. The arrogant charm swiming in his eyes had subsided and had been replaced with the cold detachment the captain liked to see. It meant he had another puppet who wouldn't break and if he rewarded the behavior Ryohei would only sink deeper into the detached abyss that was his sociopathy. As the Captain spoke to the Tanaka, he'd glance at them, noticing how the other only grew paler and his skin seemed to have taken on a sheen, almost making him into an ivory statue with bright red smeared across his face and neck. Then the punch came and his eyes withdrew to stare at the desk where the Captain had his paperwork. In his experience, people either started to vomit or passed out when they grew that pale.

One hand would clasp tightly around his own wrist in an attempt to press his arm to the bleeding stab wound. His breathing had been rather superficial for a while now, but habit and training forced him to remain alert and not give in to the urge to curl in on himself and try to breathe with his stomach instead of his chest. His entire ribcage seemed to groan as he did so, making him tighten his jaw and his lips grew into a hardpressed line. Then the Captain's attention turned to him and amber eyes found the man's.
Had he just been following orders? I his own opinion, he had. He would stand a little taller and lift his head higher.

"Yes, sir. "

His voice was far more controlled and monotone than any other voice he had used today, it matched the apathetic look he had in his eyes and despite the pain, his face remained motionless. It would go unrewarded as he had barely finished his sentence as a quick slap to his injured side made him exhale with a pained grunt and dance a few steps to the side before standing tall again. His one free hand was curled into a tight fist, while the other had a bruising grip on his wrist. I silence he assumed the position he had had when he entered, putting himself back in the spot he had stumbled from.

"Go find Toshouka, he will want to talk to you about this"

A flicker of anger race through his amber eyes. Nothing good ever came with these 'talks' with Toshouka. He was a brute, but he was intelligent and had probably been studying a tad too much psychology since he was in charge of assessing Ryohei and determining his likelihood of going rogue. If he ever managed to see what Ryohei would grow to become, he'd be proud.

"Yes, sir"

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[Tanaka Kaito]

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[attr="class","bright"] [attr="class","brightlet"] He stood upright again, his vision beginning to swim as he felt his chakra begin to fail. In an effort of self-preservation Kaito's hands went to his hip pouch to pull out a medical chakra pill, if he had just a little bit more energy to summon his leeches, they would be able to fix him just fine. A shaking hand entered the pouch as his breathing began to labour, it was more of a silent battle but one the two others in the room would see unfolding before them. Kaito pulled out the black, round medicine ball painstakingly slowly. As he went to eat it the Captain, who had been watching the entire time cut over the top of the two chuunin's laboured breathing. [break][break] "Drop it, Tanaka," he ordered monotonously. [break][break] Kaito's hand froze mid air, the black pill that could solve so many things inches from his lips. But the order had been a test, to see if Kaito truly had an issue with authority. Perhaps if he did take the pill the Captain would kick him off the programme, word would definitely get back to his father and the pain he was about to experience would only be a fraction of what he would have to endure by Ishi. He began to sway on his feet a little, forwards and backwards as he held the pill in the air in his hand. After a moment Kaito opened his hand and the pill fell to the floor. [break][break] His strained blues sought out the Captain's eyes to see what, if anything, he could do to stop himself from bleeding out everywhere. A minor part of his mind, succumbing to the exhaustion, wondered if the Captain was used to having blood in his office. He could hear Ryohei's wound dripping onto the floor, but the pitter patter of the sanguine was being overtaken by white noise as black spots began to cover his vision. The Captain was watching intently, but didn't seem to mind the fact the reddening wound on Kaito's neck was beginning to get redder against his sheet white skin. [break][break] And then his chakra gave out. [break][break] Kaito caught his throat in an attempt to hold pressure, but as he did so he began to cough, the blood began to seep out at an alarming rate from his throat pouring down his shoulders and masking the moderate cut across his chest that also began to bleed. As he struggled against the rising tide of blood, his knees gave out and Kaito fell forward onto his knees, his breathing wheezing as he slowly choked. [break][break] "Are we clear, Tanaka?" asked the Captain over sound of Kaito beginning to choke on his own blood. Kaito couldn't respond verbally, but in one last rise of roguish charm he raised his head minutely to look from the Captain to Ryohei where the glimmer of a smirk, covered with blood, would ghost across his lips. Even in the face of death Kaito didn't seem scared. His eyes went back to the Captain as he dropped onto one hand to prop himself up. He nodded once before his arm gave out and he fell onto his side, jerking with the difficulty to remain breathing. [break][break] "Both of you lashes, 50, when you're healed... of course," responded the Captain looking from Kaito and back to Ryohei. The teenager on the floor had gone rigidly still, but if one paid attention close enough his chest was still rising and falling even if the blood was beginning to pool. Kaito didn't have long as the blood vessels reopened after his hijutsu. "Ryohei, take Kaito to the infirmary before you see Toshouka. See to that wound too, I need operatives not corpses."[break][break] SPOILER: Click to show Hijutsu Ended[break][break]

Throw me to the flames[break] watch me burn

IT'S DIA!

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[Ishiin Ryohei]

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broke my bones, tasted blood

'burned my wings close to the sun.

[attr="class","boldtext"]Just as Ryohei expected another cold sentence directed at him, their gaze was drawn to the pale chunin beside him. His skin was closer to eggshell than the pale skin color he had had a moment ago and his breath seemed to have grown more rapid and paniced. Whatever was coming was something his new colleauge didn't look forward to. No he dreaded it. And then, just as the pill dropped, so did whatever was holding the bright red blood back. At first it seemed like the had simply scraped his neck and not have it cut, as only droplets appeared, but then the dam broke and so did the Tanaka boy. He fell to his knees, ojust barely able to give the Captain the confirmation he needed.

Ryohei didn't move... His eyes were on the other, studied his face, his hands, and then they snapped back to look at the desk. If the captain chose to let the Tanaka bled out, it would be so. It wouldn't bother the violet-haired boy. He would have forgotten about it before his head hit the pillow. But those blue eyes would haunt him even if the episode didn't. But it wouldn't be so, as the captain bestowed their punishment on them and ordered them to get themselves fixed first. His violet-hair would shift and he would be made aware that he wasn't wearing his mask. The missing metallic construct almost made him feel naked as he picked up the lighter male from the ground with a grunt and trying to carry him with one arm would prove impossible, so he had manoeuvred the raven onto his back. As he was about to leave the captain barked one last order.

"And go get your mask, Ishiin, this isn't a theatergroup for gods sake!" Another mumbled 'yes, sir' would be given as he left the room. Blood already seeping into his clothes and urged him to see how fast he could reach the infirmary.

[attr="class","box"]Tanaka Kaito.
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