by A.Kira- » Mon Aug 05, 2013 3:56 am
The man looked at Storm now, he had been talking to his son. "Good morning," his said in the language o the great nations. "I hope you had good sleep. I am lika, this is my son Nakiro." He said. Nakiro smiled at Storm widely, and Lika gave her a friendly one. "My wife made you breakfast, it's not much, but it's on the table there. It's soup with a few different vegtables in it, I hope you like it."
Blood dripped from Utado's lower lip to the floor. It had matted up his hair and gotten on his clothes. He was barely concious and breathing heavy now, staring at the floor with determination. Jitaro stood before him, his fists shaking, looking frustrated. "Tell me what-"
"I will tell you nothing. I won't tell you, I won't tell your father, and I sure won't tell your retched guards. No matter what you do to me, no matter what genjutsu you set in place on my mind you will get absolutely nothing out of me."
"Then why don't we just kill you," jitaro spun his knife and touched Utado's jaw, lifted it up so that Utado had to look in Jitaro's eye's. the boy who had been Utado the night before was no more, and it wasn't just the blood on his face. There was a whole new person behind those eye's and it sent a cold spike down Jitaro's back.
"I am an ANBU black OP. if you know what that means then you know that as soon as you kill me my body will incinerate and there will not be a single piece of me left, not even the bone. Now how about you just shut up, crawl back into the hole you came from with your cowardly father and leave the village be. You're outmaned, outpowered, you din't stand a chance," Utado was laughing now, despite the pain it caused him to do so. Jitaro drew his hand back to hit Utado and Utado spit blood on his face. Jitaro paused in rage. Utado grinned.