Post by Souku|Raidon|Tao on Aug 30, 2007 20:00:13 GMT -5
It was noon now, he guessed, and had the dull, silvery, grey clouds not engulfed the entire sky in a sort of blanket, you could have noted that the sun had just reached its peak to hang unnoticed above the forest. The usual silence that occupied the area had long been cut and discarded in favor of the rhythemless sounds of rain that now seemed similar to the sound of hail hitting paper. But it was hardly a violent storm, rather, nothing short of a steady and much needed drizzling rainfall. But it was enough to make most shinobi think twice before training. Not that many would be this far out anyway. It was much to far from the Leafs gates to be considered part of the Villages vast territory anymore. With most of the forest place free of the usual commotion of training and what not, it was left with a sense of tranquility and natural beauty, and aside from the rain and the occasional clap of thunder, the entire place was quiet.
Another flash of lightning quickly followed by the rattling boom of its partner. Souku guessed it was only a few miles off from their location. His stride came to a halt for a moment as he lifted his head to follow the echoing crash a while until he was sure he could have been staring at its mark. He was soaked, from his head to his toes, having long lost his navy cloak. His dark hair had lost its usual messy look and instead was slicked against his head and allowing water to run along the back of his neck and the sides of his face where the drops would collect stubbornly at his chin until they dripped down onto the front of his shirt. His clothes were equally soaked, though he hardly seemed bothered, even as he began to shiver just a bit from the cold. Shaking his head a bit to free his vision of his bangs, he wondered, for a moment, whether the weather had been brought on for him and him alone. But now, logic dictated against such reasoning. Souku was not...never had been one to believe unreasonable things. None the less, he couldn't help but feel the rain had settled well into his own mood. He could remember the rain when he had first left Konoha, and he'd remember the rain now much later on down the road. The sudden crashing sound of thunder, much nearer to him now, jolted him back to his senses again. As did the sudden force against his right leg. He might have been startled had the high pitched whine not followed only seconds afterward.
"What the hells wrong with you?" He snapped, a bit harsher than he'd meant to. This had to have been the hundredth time his canine friend had collided with one of his legs. The tawny dog was just as wet as Souku was, even with his attempts to keep himself dry. His fluffy coat seemed matted and messy now adding to the poor things pitiful look. But if you knew Murasaki, you'd know such an appearance was hardly usual for him. None the less, here he was, hunched over to resemble a miniature bear, head lowered considerably, ears pressed flat against his skull and plush tail tucked between his legs.
"Thunder..." The dogs deep voice seemed unusually quiet, hardly audible, lacking its usual sarcastic luster. A slender eyebrow raised, Souku scoffed. "Seriously?" The low growl only prompted a rare chuckle from the boy, drawing out his long forgotten playfulness, if only for a few moments. "Screw off. Lets just find a spot to stop. Its getting colder." Souku easily picked out the bitterness in his friends tone, even as Murasaki slunk off, jerking to the left as the thunder reverberated against the trees again, making Soukus teeth clatter a bit. A gruff sigh escaped the dark haired young mans vocals before he followed after Murasaki. "You were never this much of a bother when you were young..." He added absently.
It surprised Souku how motivated Murasaki could get when faced with something he was terrified of. Within only about an hour, the tawny dog had located a small indentation in a nearby cliff-side. Murasaki paused, shaking himself and sending a large spray of water into the air. Of course, moments afterward, the dog was pressed against Soukus leg again, quivering ever so slightly as he shifted restlessly.
"What kind of Inuzuka Dog is afraid of thunder?"
"What kind of Inuzuka Shinobi wanders around aimlessly in the rain?" The dog shot back. Souku didn't seem to worried about his friends worsening mood. Even with the seemingly love/hate relationship, the two hardly insulted each other in all seriousness. "Your wrong." Souku muttered, just loud enough to draw Murasaki's attention as he pricked his flattened ears just a bit. "We're leaving." The stoic tone was not surprising, really. Tilting his soggy head upward to rest his chocolate eyes on his friend, Murasaki ran his purple tongue over his nose and the top of his snout before speaking up again, the vial mood seemingly forgotten. "On time; as usual...three days, two nights..." He shook his head, sending a wet mist into the air. "But I suppose we didn't exactly stay true to the old saying..." Souku blinked, grunting in question to Murasaki's broken sentence. "We didn't do anything." Shifting again to cross his larger paws in front of him so as to rest his equally large head on them he curled his plushy tail around his hind legs. Souku shrugged, closing his eyes as he leaned back on his arms and letting his head roll back to rest on the circular ridges of his neck much to lazily. Sure enough, his uncaring, almost lethargic nature about the happenings of whatever came next shone through. "Not true." He stated. Allowing his dark eyes to open half heartedly, he stared blankly at the dusty roof of the cave with blatant uninterest.
"We..." He had to pause a moment to recall something worth telling. "...met that fat man and his friends..." He trailed off, frowning at the memory. Murasaki seemed unconvinced. Lifting his head a few inches, his creme coloured jaws parted as he yawned, purple tongue curling and allowing a high pitched whine to escape his throat until he laid his head back down, blinking sleepily. "Who drugged you and turned you into a murderer. Given your accounts with most of the other places we've been so far, Id be surprised if you don't have fifty Tracker Nin after as we speak." The dog closed his eyes, relaxing against his friends leg as the rain let up a bit and the thunder seemed to quiet down finally. Souku scoffed indignantly, lifting his head back up to glare mockingly at his companion. "It's not that bad. We've been plenty of places that appreciated us." Gazing out of half lidded eye, Murasaki grunted in amusement, tilting an ear towards Souku as if he were actually interested. "Really? What about that Village we went to for food? And the one with the pirates when we were looking for Gin? And the River Country? Or when that other Village thought you had kidnapped that mans daughter? Or when you ran into that one girl in the Moon Country and she accused you of rape? Or when you tried to get money by passing your self of as an assassin? What about that-" "Alright I get it!" Souku cut him off, shuffling nervously in his seat and ignoring the chuckle from the dog at his feet. "Anyway" Souku continued quietly, his mind churning a bit. "Its not as though I believe in that phrase...theres no way to see everything and everyone in every Village in three day and two nights...its impossible, not with so many people." He started pointlessly at the cave entrance, noting as the rain picked up a bit, thunder rolling in the background and causing Murasaki's full attention to shift suddenly towards the flash of light outside, a half hidden woof escaping his jaws unintentionally. Biting back the instinctive fear, the dog spoke up again. "Then why follow such a thing. If you don't believe in something, or find it to be false, why bother using it as a prerogative?" He sounded slightly irritated at best, mostly at the thunder, not his friend. "I just don't want to settle down." The response surprised Murasaki as clearly showcased on his face as he lifted his head to watch Souku begin staring at the ceiling.
There was a notable, almost awkward silence between the two as each one mulled personal thoughts over in their minds. Finally, after several minutes, Murasaki spoke up, replacing his head on Soukus black boot. "Why do humans always do that? Why disregard where you came from in favor of living this kind of life? Its not as though you had it bad, you know. Suki liked you, and you had a family there..." The vocabulary caught Soukus attention. Never in his life had he once heard his friends refer to humans as anything independent from himself, as though the tawny dog was a human himself. Souku grunted, passing it off as though he hadn't noticed, even as it brought a feeling of distance between he and his dog Souku had never in his life felt with Murasaki. "You never see dogs running away from our owners, no matter what harm they may do us." Murasaki continued, as though he were talking more to himself now, again giving Souku a horrible feeling of separation. Even so, he didn't miss the odd tone in his dogs voice. "I didn't have a family. And I'm not running away." He hadn't meant to sound so defensive. "You did." The dog corrected him, shifting his weight to lay his head on the ground instead of Soukus boot.
"Did what?" Again, he sounded to snappy.
"Have a family." Murasaki repeated calmly, the odd tone having vanished as quickly as it had come.
"And perhaps your memory is fading. Mum and Dad died."
"And what about Suki and Roy?" Souku couldn't help but note(with some satisfaction) Tao wasn't included.
"They aren't family!"
"They are."
"How so?"
"You and I aren't related by blood, but don't we consider each other family? I assure you if you and I were to share a mother, things would be drastically different."
Souku frowned, slumping against the wall behind him and crossing his arms, defeated and out of legitimate comebacks. Murasaki, with a hidden smirk, lifted his head to rest it on Soukus boot again. It was a brilliant thing, the two of them shared. Fights broke out, as with all friends and family members, but as quick as the fight would begin, it would end and the two would be friends again.
"So what now?" The dog spoke up again after a moment of silence.
"South-East. I'm tired of being here, and I'm sick of being cold and wet." Souku leaned forward again, running his hand through his still wet charcoal hair. Murasaki tilted his head skeptically. "To Suna?" Souku nodded. "Yeah, across the desert." Ignoring the whine that followed, Souku retrieved a kunai from his pocket, scratching the tip against the stone beneath his feet and pointing as he spoke. "Look, we can hit Suna, maybe pick some things up there, I heard they have a lot of worthy crap. Maybe we can put some of that skill Old Man Jinku taught us." He smirked even as Murasaki mumbled something about Souku aspiring to become a real criminal(not to say the though hadn't crossed the Inuzukas mind, truth be told, he was almost too curious as to whether he could get away with it, arrogance rearing its ugly head in again). "Anyway, then we can head Northwest to the Land of Grass or something. After that....Im not to sure, and I don't really care." He was about ready to stand up before another crack of thunder sounded off in the distance and Souku felt his pants leg being pulled. "Lets wait." Murasaki whined sheepishly, almost nervously.
Another flash of lightning quickly followed by the rattling boom of its partner. Souku guessed it was only a few miles off from their location. His stride came to a halt for a moment as he lifted his head to follow the echoing crash a while until he was sure he could have been staring at its mark. He was soaked, from his head to his toes, having long lost his navy cloak. His dark hair had lost its usual messy look and instead was slicked against his head and allowing water to run along the back of his neck and the sides of his face where the drops would collect stubbornly at his chin until they dripped down onto the front of his shirt. His clothes were equally soaked, though he hardly seemed bothered, even as he began to shiver just a bit from the cold. Shaking his head a bit to free his vision of his bangs, he wondered, for a moment, whether the weather had been brought on for him and him alone. But now, logic dictated against such reasoning. Souku was not...never had been one to believe unreasonable things. None the less, he couldn't help but feel the rain had settled well into his own mood. He could remember the rain when he had first left Konoha, and he'd remember the rain now much later on down the road. The sudden crashing sound of thunder, much nearer to him now, jolted him back to his senses again. As did the sudden force against his right leg. He might have been startled had the high pitched whine not followed only seconds afterward.
"What the hells wrong with you?" He snapped, a bit harsher than he'd meant to. This had to have been the hundredth time his canine friend had collided with one of his legs. The tawny dog was just as wet as Souku was, even with his attempts to keep himself dry. His fluffy coat seemed matted and messy now adding to the poor things pitiful look. But if you knew Murasaki, you'd know such an appearance was hardly usual for him. None the less, here he was, hunched over to resemble a miniature bear, head lowered considerably, ears pressed flat against his skull and plush tail tucked between his legs.
"Thunder..." The dogs deep voice seemed unusually quiet, hardly audible, lacking its usual sarcastic luster. A slender eyebrow raised, Souku scoffed. "Seriously?" The low growl only prompted a rare chuckle from the boy, drawing out his long forgotten playfulness, if only for a few moments. "Screw off. Lets just find a spot to stop. Its getting colder." Souku easily picked out the bitterness in his friends tone, even as Murasaki slunk off, jerking to the left as the thunder reverberated against the trees again, making Soukus teeth clatter a bit. A gruff sigh escaped the dark haired young mans vocals before he followed after Murasaki. "You were never this much of a bother when you were young..." He added absently.
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It surprised Souku how motivated Murasaki could get when faced with something he was terrified of. Within only about an hour, the tawny dog had located a small indentation in a nearby cliff-side. Murasaki paused, shaking himself and sending a large spray of water into the air. Of course, moments afterward, the dog was pressed against Soukus leg again, quivering ever so slightly as he shifted restlessly.
"What kind of Inuzuka Dog is afraid of thunder?"
"What kind of Inuzuka Shinobi wanders around aimlessly in the rain?" The dog shot back. Souku didn't seem to worried about his friends worsening mood. Even with the seemingly love/hate relationship, the two hardly insulted each other in all seriousness. "Your wrong." Souku muttered, just loud enough to draw Murasaki's attention as he pricked his flattened ears just a bit. "We're leaving." The stoic tone was not surprising, really. Tilting his soggy head upward to rest his chocolate eyes on his friend, Murasaki ran his purple tongue over his nose and the top of his snout before speaking up again, the vial mood seemingly forgotten. "On time; as usual...three days, two nights..." He shook his head, sending a wet mist into the air. "But I suppose we didn't exactly stay true to the old saying..." Souku blinked, grunting in question to Murasaki's broken sentence. "We didn't do anything." Shifting again to cross his larger paws in front of him so as to rest his equally large head on them he curled his plushy tail around his hind legs. Souku shrugged, closing his eyes as he leaned back on his arms and letting his head roll back to rest on the circular ridges of his neck much to lazily. Sure enough, his uncaring, almost lethargic nature about the happenings of whatever came next shone through. "Not true." He stated. Allowing his dark eyes to open half heartedly, he stared blankly at the dusty roof of the cave with blatant uninterest.
"We..." He had to pause a moment to recall something worth telling. "...met that fat man and his friends..." He trailed off, frowning at the memory. Murasaki seemed unconvinced. Lifting his head a few inches, his creme coloured jaws parted as he yawned, purple tongue curling and allowing a high pitched whine to escape his throat until he laid his head back down, blinking sleepily. "Who drugged you and turned you into a murderer. Given your accounts with most of the other places we've been so far, Id be surprised if you don't have fifty Tracker Nin after as we speak." The dog closed his eyes, relaxing against his friends leg as the rain let up a bit and the thunder seemed to quiet down finally. Souku scoffed indignantly, lifting his head back up to glare mockingly at his companion. "It's not that bad. We've been plenty of places that appreciated us." Gazing out of half lidded eye, Murasaki grunted in amusement, tilting an ear towards Souku as if he were actually interested. "Really? What about that Village we went to for food? And the one with the pirates when we were looking for Gin? And the River Country? Or when that other Village thought you had kidnapped that mans daughter? Or when you ran into that one girl in the Moon Country and she accused you of rape? Or when you tried to get money by passing your self of as an assassin? What about that-" "Alright I get it!" Souku cut him off, shuffling nervously in his seat and ignoring the chuckle from the dog at his feet. "Anyway" Souku continued quietly, his mind churning a bit. "Its not as though I believe in that phrase...theres no way to see everything and everyone in every Village in three day and two nights...its impossible, not with so many people." He started pointlessly at the cave entrance, noting as the rain picked up a bit, thunder rolling in the background and causing Murasaki's full attention to shift suddenly towards the flash of light outside, a half hidden woof escaping his jaws unintentionally. Biting back the instinctive fear, the dog spoke up again. "Then why follow such a thing. If you don't believe in something, or find it to be false, why bother using it as a prerogative?" He sounded slightly irritated at best, mostly at the thunder, not his friend. "I just don't want to settle down." The response surprised Murasaki as clearly showcased on his face as he lifted his head to watch Souku begin staring at the ceiling.
There was a notable, almost awkward silence between the two as each one mulled personal thoughts over in their minds. Finally, after several minutes, Murasaki spoke up, replacing his head on Soukus black boot. "Why do humans always do that? Why disregard where you came from in favor of living this kind of life? Its not as though you had it bad, you know. Suki liked you, and you had a family there..." The vocabulary caught Soukus attention. Never in his life had he once heard his friends refer to humans as anything independent from himself, as though the tawny dog was a human himself. Souku grunted, passing it off as though he hadn't noticed, even as it brought a feeling of distance between he and his dog Souku had never in his life felt with Murasaki. "You never see dogs running away from our owners, no matter what harm they may do us." Murasaki continued, as though he were talking more to himself now, again giving Souku a horrible feeling of separation. Even so, he didn't miss the odd tone in his dogs voice. "I didn't have a family. And I'm not running away." He hadn't meant to sound so defensive. "You did." The dog corrected him, shifting his weight to lay his head on the ground instead of Soukus boot.
"Did what?" Again, he sounded to snappy.
"Have a family." Murasaki repeated calmly, the odd tone having vanished as quickly as it had come.
"And perhaps your memory is fading. Mum and Dad died."
"And what about Suki and Roy?" Souku couldn't help but note(with some satisfaction) Tao wasn't included.
"They aren't family!"
"They are."
"How so?"
"You and I aren't related by blood, but don't we consider each other family? I assure you if you and I were to share a mother, things would be drastically different."
Souku frowned, slumping against the wall behind him and crossing his arms, defeated and out of legitimate comebacks. Murasaki, with a hidden smirk, lifted his head to rest it on Soukus boot again. It was a brilliant thing, the two of them shared. Fights broke out, as with all friends and family members, but as quick as the fight would begin, it would end and the two would be friends again.
"So what now?" The dog spoke up again after a moment of silence.
"South-East. I'm tired of being here, and I'm sick of being cold and wet." Souku leaned forward again, running his hand through his still wet charcoal hair. Murasaki tilted his head skeptically. "To Suna?" Souku nodded. "Yeah, across the desert." Ignoring the whine that followed, Souku retrieved a kunai from his pocket, scratching the tip against the stone beneath his feet and pointing as he spoke. "Look, we can hit Suna, maybe pick some things up there, I heard they have a lot of worthy crap. Maybe we can put some of that skill Old Man Jinku taught us." He smirked even as Murasaki mumbled something about Souku aspiring to become a real criminal(not to say the though hadn't crossed the Inuzukas mind, truth be told, he was almost too curious as to whether he could get away with it, arrogance rearing its ugly head in again). "Anyway, then we can head Northwest to the Land of Grass or something. After that....Im not to sure, and I don't really care." He was about ready to stand up before another crack of thunder sounded off in the distance and Souku felt his pants leg being pulled. "Lets wait." Murasaki whined sheepishly, almost nervously.