Breaking the Shells[Open]

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Kumogakure; the village hidden within the clouds or for those who want to be literally correct “The Village in the Clouds.”; this was the place that many shinobi of various ranks called home. For one shinobi in particularly this place...this village wasn’t close to his heart as it is to others. It wasn’t because he dislike the current Kage for he has only met the said man a couple of times in his young life. It wasn’t because he dislike those within the village in fact they were kind to him, despite his somewhat cold manner. No, the reason behind Kumogakure not being that close to his heart, it because he was abandoned here.

Now normally this wouldn’t effect a person for they can just assume that their parents were from the same village and is somewhere within it’s confinements. However, this shinobi did not have the same feeling, no he had a deep dark feeling bout who his parents where...but those feelings were being pushed aside to keep him from going insane. These said feelings that were thrown out like trash was only feeding HIM, the darker and more menacing side of this shinobi.

So who was this shinobi you ask? His name was Kenta Fuma, a member of the distant fuma clan. The freshly made genin was walking aimlessly around the village looking for something to do. Those that he once consider friends were no where to be found, and thus the young genin was looking to make new friends. As the legs of the genin carried him to an unknown destination; a single thought enter his mind “Will they understand me>”

“Click” a soft sound would register within Kenta’s brain as his main personality disappeared within his subconscious and gave rise for HIM. This action would have occur before the water prison had finished forming, though it didn’t do nothing to help with the obvious trap and desperate move of the idiot who attacked; Kenta and Akira...it did offer the main personality comfort for...it itself didn’t like pain. Due to the fact that they were trapped there was nothing, he could do to save at least Akira. Feeling the blade piecre his shoulder the young shinobi will moan in pleasure, licking his licks. Mentally he was screaming for the blade to go deeper, but didn’t say it out loud. One might be thrown off by the boy’s action for one wouldn’t expect someone to like pain as much as Kenta did.

The withdraw of the blade caused Kenta to whimper in protest for it was just starting to get good, his eyes watched in envy as Akira got stab. Was the asshole hold taken his time with her? Why couldn’t that by his body recieving the blade in such a slow manner. Though at the moment when his shoulder got dislocate another moan escaped...enjoying the pain that was begin caused. If the young man was standing up one would noticed he had an erection due to the pleasure he felt from the pain. At the dislocating of his leg...a white stain formed in the crotch area of his pants and it was obviously what he had just did.

This unique body response was what made HIM so dangerous, for the sheer pain he felt cause him to get turn on and almost gave him a high that no drug could give him. After the individual did the needed things to the two; Kenta just licked his lips. As a single thought would caress his boys mental disturbed mind “I will have you one day...”

Occ: Read info bout HIM if needed.

The male was used to the sick and twisted type. For in fact, his inner dark self was that much more twisted than even Kenta's alter ego. But that hopefully would never arise from it's state of dormant-ness. If in fact, it did, problems would arise and most likely an orgy from the two getting slices with pain would occur with semen everywhere and the like. It would be of the most odd place to even do this. At any rate, his Darker self wouldn't care at all. IT was the most wrenched beast in the universe. But then again, all of those "darker" selves were. They were not among the minority by any reason. Everyone no a days had some sort of inner self that was masochistic and pain loving. how sad they were to be normal.

Even the normal had their time. But the fact they would be unable to move at this point was the action he had wanted. The dislocation was just right, to engage the problem of immobility. Even the life of the two would be unimportant at this point in time. The Tracker Nin looked to both of them and sighed as he snapped his fingers. The two clones would then make a hand enter the orb and take from the two, their worldly possessions. From there the clones would offer it to the original male. He would then take these worldly possessions and place them in his pocket. From there, he would gently eye the woman. She was a little more important at this time.

The reason for this was the way she acted. She would be valuable for his goals. So she would stay alive. The male however, was a different story. He was indeed interesting, and wanted for what he wanted. Perhaps, even a coalition between the three would be formed. He gently walked forward a bit and eyed the two. Then, he started to weave some hand signs. His body then started to shift as he completed these seals. Both of them would be affected by such a Demonic Illusion, a Hell viewing Technique if you will. Such an interesting jutsu it was. The worst thing for Kenta at this moment would most likely be a place where he was unable to truly be harmed in anyway. But as his mind would change, so would the Hell he would see. For Akira, it seemed as though the hell she would view was simply the death of Kenta perhaps. IT was unclear to him what would be seen as only those afflicted would see it and everyone was different. He preformed a few more hand seals as his head tilted upwards. This would cause massive pain for Seryth, but he would do it.

His face started to shift in a sort of haze. The thought of taking Akira as a subordinate raged around and formed a small orb. This orb was the only thing that would be used and it only had that specific thought in it. A sort of question. He reached in and placed it in her mouth. There it would most likely be swallowed. From that, she would know what he wanted. She would know that he gave her an ultimatum. Join him or die, simple and to the point. He did the same for Kenta. But the great thing, was that neither of them would know of the others thoughts. This was indeed the oddest thing he'd ever done, making lackeys and all. If they rejected, they would simply die here.

His body shifted as he would start weaving more signs. This was in preparation for a sort of object he wanted or rather an affect. When he finished, a sort of stickiness spewed from him. It'd cover at least two meters around them. He waited for what would happen next, always waiting, just at the right time and always ready.

Akira's mind was in overdrive, comprehending what was going on around her was the equivilent of forcing her to stay away for a week straight, her mind was wirring between the two males around her. Both of which was making her skin crawl, they both seemed elated o have pain happen to them or even be caused around them, she had enough control over herself to watch Kenta with utter fear spread across her face. He was ENJOYING this . . . what the hell were these people? Sadistic, she listened to Kenta's reaction as the Blade went in and back out, it was the opposite of a normal persons reaction.

She had already detacthed her mind from trivial physical pain. That was only one of the two major problems she was left to deal with in this situation, the pysical pain taken care of she was no where near ready for the mental agony that she was thrown into. Her own personal hell, wasnt what was expected, it was more tortorous and cruel, she watched as 'she' was beat bloody in the face, raped, then recieve deep cuts all over her body before being skinned alive, and left on the filthy ground to die. It was the most horrific thing she had ever been foced to watch, yet no matter how much she wanted to burst into tears, or curl up and die, she was unable to do either.

She squeezed her eyes shut to ty and force the image away, so when the man had reached in the prison and 'fed' her an orb she hadnt noticed and was jolted as it was placed in her mouth, though she tried to cough it up she instinctively swallowed it, and as she stared at the man in front of her knowledge of what he was wanting flooded her mind. 'Yes, yes oh god I'll do anything, just stop doing this.' She half screamed in her mind, unknowing, and too afraid to try and see if she could talk. Though all hell was breaking loose in her life at this specific moment, her mind had never been clearer.