Bright and Early (Akira and Naga)

[Molokai]

0500:

Rain Village sleeps. At this hour, the only sound is the drone of the constant rain, which falls slowly as if even the clouds are asleep. Somewhere in the distance, a stray cat slinks between alleys, desperately trying to stay dry. Inside, Turin al-Sahar awakens with a long stretch and pushes himself to his feet. His bedding is simple: just a small cushioned mat sequestered off behind a sliding paper door, with barely enough room for anything else. Unlike most, Turin doesn't look forward to sleeping. Were it within his power, he might never bother with it at all. However, despite his wishes, he remains human and thus needs to sleep. For him, a mere handful of hours is enough. Before the sun has a chance to intrude on his nightly world, he is already up.

Before even the first light of morning begins to brighten the black sky, he begins his morning run. He keeps a fast pace, headed toward the outskirts of the village. During these runs, he keeps his crossbow in hand so that he can practice holding its weight. If anybody saw him running at a four-minute mile pace with his crossbow in hand, he could only imagine what they thought. About ten miles from his home, he set up a small range for himself. A host of humanoid targets was mounted on a berm on one end of a large vacant lot that had been scheduled for development but never used. Up to a hundred meters, every tenth meter was marked by a small flag. After that, every fifty meters was marked out until it reached five hundred meters. Beyond five hundred meters, the rest of the village was in his way.

As part of his routine to stay in top physical shape, he ran to the range, then sprinted from one end to the other a few times until he worked up a good lather. With heaving breath and sweating brow, he laid down at five hundred meters. Without giving himself time to catch his breath, he fired on the targets and listened for the telltale ping that indicated a hit. Once he heard it, he jumped up and sprinted to the next marker, throwing himself down onto his chest and firing again as quickly as he could. This routine continued until he reached ten meters, at which point he did it again in reverse. By this point, he was sucking wind and dripping sweat, so he walked to the targets and collected his bolts, trying to catch his breath in as few steps as possible.

By the time all of his bolts had been collected he could breath normally again. Ahead of him was still a few more running and shooting drills, plus the run back home. This particular morning had been extra challenging for some reason. He figured it was probably because he had taken almost a week off to let his eyes heal, but he was disturbed that his level of fitness could drop so quickly.

With a shake of his head, he took off on another sprint back to the five hundred meter mark.

[Yugno Akira and Naga]

Akira and Naga were up early. Their eyes looked over as Akira sat in front of the roof. "Brother, what misfits shall I do today?" Akira asked his brother. A Head popped out from the the of Akira. "You shall do no misfits today. We should get some training in, and missions. If you ever wish to accomplish your goal for power. Not that you will ever become a respected person in this village nor will I. Given that we are abominations. "Naga, popped back inside Akira's body. Let Akira sink in that information that Naga just said. "You'd reckon they'll give us respect once we are Sannnin." A Nudge in Akira's head appeared subconscious as an answer of a No..

Akira sighed as he noticed a man with a cross bow jointing back and forth. "How you reckon Naga, before he tires himself to death or grows very bored?" Akira questioned Naga. Naga didn't seem to reply. Man Naga was such a boring mate that one sure was. Shaking his head. Akira finally decided to give it a chance. He was in his robe, fancy clothing, he had two Tanto's, two Gauntlets on. Akira smiled and looked up at the sky. It was getting close for the raising sun. He best pay a visit to him.

Shaking his head back and forth as he did this he would then get up from where he was standing and make his way towards his location. On the way back when he was making his way. Akira spot."You're boring, I've been watching you go back and forth like a baby, grow some bloody class. You'll wear yourself out." Naga nudged Akira in his head. To not provoke a fight. It would be foolish of Akira. Without anglicizing. "I am hungry, you gonna buy me a drink?" The boy asked in his masked demeanor.

[Molokai]

Turin was just about to start the next lap of his routine when something very unexpected broke his concentration. As he turned to face the intrusion, he took down his hood with his left hand. His hair was slick and shiny, sticking to his forehead, while his cheeks were flushed red from the exertion. Between breaths he looked around for the source of the noise, but it wasn't until the second time the boy spoke that Turin actually looked down and saw him. The little voice had come from behind a peculiar mask belonging to a peculiar child, who looked up at Turin will all the sass and confidence a four-foot tall person could muster.

"Am I going to what?" He demanded as he rested his crossbow over his shoulder, "Where are your parents, kid? This place is dangerous, you should go home." Turin wondered how long that kid had been there, and what would have happened if he had been wandering around on the wrong side of the range. As good a shot as he was, Turin had no control over a bolt once it was fired. If this kid had wandered in at the wrong moment, they both would have been in some hot water.

Looking at the kid, Turin had no idea what to make of him. He was small and couldn't have been more than five or six. The mask he wore for whatever reason didn't really seem to suit any purpose, and the robes he wore made him look like his parents had some money but didn't really bother to dress him themselves. On the boy's hips was an assortment of small weapons. The tantos sheathed in his belt looked more like full sized katanas on his small frame, and somehow he had gotten custom made gauntlets that would fit his small hands. Judging by the way he spoke with no regard for rank, age, or level of danger, Turin got the impression that this was not a kid who heard the word "no" very often. If he was used to the adults in his life letting him treat others any way he wanted, he would get no such treatment from Turin. As far as the Chuunin was concerned, if this kid was old enough to carry weapons, he was old enough to be treated like an adult.

With a wrinkled forehead and a raised eyebrow, Turin waited to see what this kid was all about.

[Yugno Akira and Naga]

(First thing first. Amazing post. Man.)

Akira looked at the man. His eyes narrowing through his mask as he looked at the alluring man. He spoke. "You were sprinting back and forth like a bloody pig. I don't see the point other then a waste of stamina. You also kept shooting bolts to see if something would hit from a far. That thing your carrying." He pointed at his crossbow."Has a range. It won't exceed distance. You're better off with a bloody bow then a crossbow." he said towards himself as he looked up into the Sky, A Second head popped out of the neck of Akira. "Apologizes, for my Brother's behavior it was uncalled for. Please forgive him he is truly sorry." Naga told the Crossbowman.

Akira frowned slightly as he spoke. "I never said I was sorry. Naga. WHy are you apologizing for me." he said quietly. He shook his head and simply sighed. Naga spoke. "He is very sorry. Let's see, Our parents are home. We went out for a walk and spotted you. I apologize if we've caused any trouble your way." Naga said again. It was clear as day. That Naga did not want to start a fight or cause any trouble between the two of them. It would be really bad for Akira and Naga to go against a Chuunin. So Naga was doing his best to prevent a fight from happening. The best he could muster really.

[Molokai]

Turin just stood there, blinking with disbelief as he was reprimanded by the strange child. He had never met anyone who was unfamiliar with the concept of physical training, and he had definitely never been accused of not having enough range. Part of him wanted to defend his choice of weapon, to explain how a bow would have to be as tall as he was and nearly impossible to draw to match the range of his crossbow. But there was another, much stronger part that was amused by the kid and wanted to let him keep going. That was, until he sprouted a second head.

Visibly startled by the sudden appearance of another head, Turin's blinking stare turned into one of wide-eyed, utter confusion. Oh, great, he thought as he watched the heads argue with each other, today's going to be one of those days. He considered for a moment that maybe he was having some sort of reaction to the medication from his recent eye surgery, but he had been off it for days and this was the strangest thing that had happened since. Nope, this is definitely real, he concluded, unable to decide if that was better or worse.

Once he realized that the heads had stopped talking and were expecting a response, he managed to recover just enough to ask, "Who are you?" And then a second later, "how come you have two heads?" A more sensitive person might have thought it rude to just ask somebody why they have two heads, but at this point Turin was way past the point of being polite. Somewhere in the back of his head there was a warning bell starting to ring, and he was not in the habit of ignoring his own instincts.

[Yugno Akira and Naga]

Akira looked at him. "Who am I? Don't you know I am a Ame genin! Naga, why are we talking to this idiot. His annoying me." Naga sighed. Thank goodness, this person wasn't so hostile. Otherwise, Akira would have gotten a fist on his cheek. "I apologizes again. My Brother Akira doesn't know when to shut up for his own good." He said quietly. But enough for Turin to hear, Naga. Looking at down as Akira looked directly at Turin. "What are you?" Akira mocked him. Naga yet again begun to say sorriest for his brother. "I apologize again for what my brother said." He said very quietly to himself. Still enough for Turin to hear.

Akira sighed. "I am bored I wanna eat something. Hungry, Naga?" Akira asked his brother, Naga had ignored his brothers comments. Naga brought his head upward and shook his head. "If it so bothers you. Then I'll go back inside." Naga said, his head submerged back into Akira's neck. As Akira smiled. "Are you honestly asking why I have two heads? You're a ninja? Never heard of Bloodlines, Bloodlimits, or clans?" Akira pointed sharply with his finger. "You are boring, come treat me to early breakfast~" Akira cooed like a little bird. In a monologue.

His eyes moved back and forth as he did just that. Once that was done he would then sigh, simply taken a seat down on the ground and chuckling to himself. "So hungry." He said quietly.

[Molokai]

Oh, he's a Genin. That explains a few things, Turin thought as the two heads argued with each other again, This kid is something else. Or is it two kids? Akira and Naga, the heads named each other. The lead one, Akira, didn't really seem to possess any sort of filter. Lucky for him his second head had significantly more sense, but had the unfortunate task of trying to clean up after Akira's lack of tact. Were he not so young, or if he was talking to someone with less self-control, Akira's mouth would have dug him a hole that Naga's apologies might not fix. Turin briefly wondered if Akira appreciated just how much Naga was constantly trying to save them both.

"What am I?" He responded, ignoring the mocking tone, "I'm a Chuunin. My name's Turin." Dropping rank was not something that Turin was fond of, but he was curious to see how Akira would react. Much to his chagrin, the sensible head vanished back into the of the boisterous one, leaving him alone with the audacious Genin. Promptly, the boorish insults resumed. If the mention about clans meant there were somehow two people inhabiting the same body, it was not a clan that Turin had ever seen. Clans and bloodlimits did tend to get weird, though, so it would explain the two head thing.

Akira was a lucky boy, to say the least, because Turin decided that he was amused by the kid's attitude. "Okay," he chortled, "Sure, why not? If you can keep up with me, I'll pay for your breakfast."

With that, he sprinted off in the way he had originally come. It was about ten miles back to his home so he wouldn't be sprinting the whole way, but he got the distinct impression that the antagonistic Genin wouldn't be able to keep up at that pace for more than a few minutes, if that. Count yourself lucky, kid, the elite Chuunin thought as he put distance between them, I could still shoot you from here.

[exit]

((OOC: Sorry, it's been three weeks since the last post in here and I want to free up my RP/Mission thread. Hit me up if you want to go on a mission later or something, but for now I'm outie.))

[Yugno Akira and Naga]

Nodding his head he simply left he grew bored.

(Sorry for the short post. I gonna Exit Thread. We should do mission together <3)

(Exit)