Kikkawa Residence [PM for Invite]
May 29, 2008 18:50:55 GMT -7
Post by max on May 29, 2008 18:50:55 GMT -7
". . ."
Kakera was at a loss for words. He was raised in the ways of the Shinobi. Shinobi, warriors and assassins. Cold-hearted and cold-blooded. But one of the things a Shinobi learned was to protect. To protect their beliefs, to protect their beloved, to protect their villager leader and the village itself. Even as a Genin, these ideals were imparted onto the young Shinobi. He had walked to the entrance of the clan residence, assuming he'd be entering to train with Gansaku. But once he entered, all he could hear was the loud roar.
But then it didn't end there. The man proceeded to curse in a true fit of range not even Kakera himself had entered before. His lips quivered in awe, not even able to allow his jaw drop. It wasn't fear or shock. No, it was the feeling of guilt. He wasn't the trusting type, and because of this he trusted few people. One of the things he trusted most was his family. Not even the Kusakage surpassed his family in terms of trust. But that didn't mean he didn't have respect for others.
Kakera believed that to respect someone didn't necessarily mean you had to admire them as well. There was several individuals he respected but didn't admire. The Kusakage was one of them. All she was to him was a leader. He had made no special bond with her, no connection. That meant there was no admiration. There were few people he did admire. He admired his brother, he admired Gansaku, he even admired Matsu. Although he never really showed it, Gansaku was one of, if not the most, admirable in his mind.
But what did admiration have to do anything? Loyalty. Kakera was only loyal to those he admired and respected. But his loyalty was also given to his village and Kage. But not as much as his flesh and blood; not as much as his own family. In his mind he held his teachings, and in his heart he held his beliefs. Never before could he ever feel his mind and heart go against each other than the moment the words "Fuck Kusa" left Gansaku's mouth. Upon Gansaku's promotion to ANBU, he assumed it was more than because of his skill.
The ANBU protected the Kage. For him to have become an ANBU, surely the Kage had trusted him, at least that was how Kakera thought it went. Why hire someone to protect you if you doubted their loyalty? It was the loyalty he believed Gansaku held for his village that made him decide to be loyal to it as well. But what he witnessed was far from loyalty. Not only was Kakera expressing disgust for the current Kusakage, he was scolding the previous one. Kakera wondered if the Yondaime and Sandaime were as great a Gansaku believed.
Kakera slowly began stepping forward, processing each word through his head as Gansaku kept screaming. He looked at Matsu, at Reito, at Iyasu and even at Roy. All these people were here, and Gansaku was spewing his rage in front of all of them. He didn't know what to think. Gansaku's words really ran through him. He had begun thinking as well. Was it really as bad as Gansaku played it out to be? Was he right, or was he just overly stressing it. He couldn't quite understand how Gansaku felt but at the same time he felt like he did. His fists tightened, his knuckles almost turning white as he gritted his teeth.
"Just what the hell are you saying?! So what if she dragged this place to hell? What do you intend to do?! Why don't you stop her?" Kakera paused, breathing heavily in a slight bit of anger. "No pride? No heart? No soul? We all have a soul and a heart! It's what gives us our will. It's what gives us pride in our beliefs! What's your heart and soul telling you?! From what I hear, you believe all of this wrong!"
"You heart and soul are telling you it's her fault! That she pulled us into hell! They're telling you she's why your pride in this land is lost!" Kakera paused quickly, replaying what he just said in his mind over and over again. What was he thinking? What had he been saying? What was he suggesting. Eliminate the Rokudaime Kusakage. That was all he could find in the meaning of his words. "No. . .Wait. . .What am I saying. . ."