Of Demons, Pain, and Hatred.//M, Open//

[lycan180]

Kitru didn't know what to say, so he just walked. He didn't want to make a wrong move to upset this ANBU... maybe the fact this man was high up calmed him. No, no... maybe it was because the man here reminded him of his father. Kitru stopped a moment, seeing the image of his real father's face. It brought pain to his heart. He shook the memory and continued to follow Rikiddo. "I'm trying to understand why you care for me." He finally voiced his thoughts, and sighed lightly. "I know very few who would listen to me with an open ear like you." He looked at the ground as he walked, hoping to see why this male wanted to help him so much.

"I'm not a person to be trusted."

[Taka Genai]

"I care because I feel. I feel because I am human. I fear that far to few humans show their humanity these days." he sighed, stopping under the paper lanterns that hung above them outside of Ichiraku's. "When I was young, a baby not yet able to form memories, my parents and a great many late clansmen of mine died escaping the tyranny of a wroth kage, and fell here, tattered and torn at the gates of the Leaf Village. Those who survived did so only by the grace of the Hokage. I feel that the debt of kindness to man can only be repayed by the same."

[lycan180]

Kitru felt pain in his heart when he heard Rikiddo say his words. He slowly nodded. "I see. My parents left me. My father died, and my mom abandoned me. I guess I really don't have a good example of trust." He looked at Rikiddo and sighed softly. Then, he looked up. Seeing his old-time friend, he smiled. "My usual, please. It's nice to get a hot bowl when you're upset." He smiled widely, but behind it was heavy pain, sadness, and a longing for love. Any kind that could show him that it wasn't just a bunch of lies.

"Is it okay to tell you my past? I mean... I'm not really open about this."

[Taka Genai]

"One bowl of Unagi Ramen." Rikiddo stated, sitting down. "I agree. A bowl of Ichiraku's will warm the soul." he smiled. His eyes then fell to Kitru's. "It's okay. I don't mind. I trust you." he seemed to look past Kitru now. "I was told of these things by my uncle. It was he that raised me. He never wanted me to forget that my parents were heroes. It was my father and his brothers that masterminded the escape from the Mist Village. They had grown weary of the hatred and cruelty within the walls of that place, and would not be let to leave. So they had no choice." he said.

"They made a great formation, all the members of the clan moving autonomously with each other like a great machine. The women and children were at the center, and the men of the clan took to the edges. My father was the head of the whole thing. They worked their way through the streets, masses of liquid crystal defenses rising up in typhoons to guard them against oncoming attacks by the villagers. Though two thirds of my clan died in the escape, they refused to kill even a single one of their attackers. My father was lost before they even escaped the village gates, and my mother died just before entering Konoha, succumbing to her wounds. The Hokage, kind and just, allowed us refuge inside. This is the cause of my self-appointed eternal debt to the Leaf and its Kage." He looked at Kitru, seeing him once more, locking their eyes. "And this is why I refuse to let despair claim one of my kin, my brother of the village."

[lycan180]

Kitru listened silently to him. "What do you mean, 'Liquid crystal'?" He looked at Rikiddo and smiled sadly. "I guess that's a good reason. I'd probably do the same thing, But, I'm not you. Nor can you see through my eyes without seeing my past just like you just showed me yours." He looked down and saw a bowl of Oriental-flavored ramen go near him. One medium shrimp was in the middle, along with a few pieces of vegetables. He looked at the cook and smiled in thanks. He didn't eat much meat. "I guess my story starts with my mom and dad. My FAther... He was really a different kind of guy. Like you. He hated violence. I'm not sure what village he came from, but his name was Reaper. My mom loved him, and eventually, She got pregnant with me. Sadly, After I was born... he died. My mom never explained it to me, seeing as I was only about a year old. I still remember his face, and I still miss him. I wish I could see him again, but it's seen so long since I even talked to my mother's grave." He looked down and sat down. He had a dark look in his eyes. "My mother was a medic nin, named Kitsune Yuuhi. That's why I have her last name, actually. My father never seemed to have a clan, so he just never wanted us to know, or he didn't want to be a problem. I hated my mother after I met another man she married. The name was King Bboodlyne. And he was..."

Kitru stopped, tears built up in his eyes. He took a deep breath. He was trying to get this out, but his heart was obviously shielding it. "He beat my mother, and..." He stopped. He looked down at the counter, his tears beginning to fall. He gripped his arm, "I'm sorry..."

[Taka Genai]

Soon Rikiddo's ramen arrived, the noodles accompanied by strips of grilled eel. Rikiddo ignored it for the time being, and listened to the boy intently, saddened and happy at the same time. What had happened to the boy was terrible, but the fact that he was talking about it meant he was on the path to recovery. When the boy began to cry, Rikiddo shook his head. "It's alright. There is no pressure to talk about it, though I'm glad you've done so, even to this extent. It takes bravery, and I admire that." He held out his hand, and a blue liquid poured out, glistening purple when the light hit it, as would a gemstone. "This is what I meant by liquid crystal. My clan has the innate ability to transform their chakra into this liquid-crystal substance, which stays a liquid as long as chakra flows through it. We can manipulate it..." he said, forming it into the shape of a kunai. "... and when we stop putting chakra into it, it hardens." he did so, and the kunai solidified into a glimmering gemlike substance, holding its shape. He handed the kunai to Kitru, smiling. "Here. I'd like for you to have this. It's not as durable as steel, but it has its uses. Plus, I think it's got a sort of certain... appeal, don't you? I've always been a sucker for beautiful things."

[lycan180]

Kitru looked over through his tears, the crystal quite strange yet... intricate. He nodded and took the gem-like kunai. "It's... very beautiful. You have quite an ability." He smiled, a few final tears dropping. He usually did calm pretty quick, but he hated the subject beyond what he could even tell someone. "I can't stand talking about my stepfather. He's just... just not what I want to ever see again, nor feel. It's why I'm scared of so many people, that I close myself up. I hate males to death. I'd rather commit suicide than meet my stepfather again, or even see his picture. Sadly, he's engraved in my mind." He sighed lightly. Kitru really did hate King that much... the young male sure did have quite a painful past. But sometimes, pain was the main reason one found power. Even love.

"I'm glad you're listening to me... I barely ever talk to the males in the village, being nin or not. Most people would never think that a guy like me has such an awful past. I used to think my past was severely pained, but now it seems like that it's my cowardice. I don't like being weak, but... well... Girls and my past are two things I can't fight." He smiled sadly. The young man sure did have a rough life, but he bet there were others with a much worse history. "... It's why I'm scared to even want a family or a wife. I'm scared I'll see King through my own child." He bit his lip, letting that deep fear go to Rikiddo's ears.

[Taka Genai]

Rikiddo listened again, frowning. "I understand your pain, and can only offer my regret that it happened. However, I can tell you one thing... No child of yours could ever be anything but a grace to the world. You seem as though you would be a right and proper influence." He grabbed a pair of disposable chopsticks, splitting them down the middle. "Itadakimasu." he stated, taking his first mouthful, letting the flavor sink in before he swallowed. "Ah... delicious." he stated, then turned back to Kitru. "Your trials and tribulations have certainly made you strong, Kitru. No one could argue against that fact."

[lycan180]

Kitru smiled at Rikiddo, for the first time not a false one. "I guess being raped as child does that. Not only once, but... Enough to make you fear everything about men. Even yourself." He bit his lip as he let his words out. He shook a little, then forced his body to calm down. He looked at his ramen and broke his chopsticks. He thanked the chef and she smiled back at him. He grinned at her, and said a quiet "Itdakimasu," before trying his ramen. With a smile, he let the noodles cool in the air a moment. How he hated burns. He ate the first bite and found it had a bit of chili powder added. He swallowed and licked his lips. It was his favorite ingredient. Besides the noodles. He looked at the chef, who was smiling at him. She then went back to cooking, and Kitru chuckled softly to himself. "I've been coming here for years... I guess she knows when I need a pick-me-up. Chili powder's my greatest weakness in foods." He looked over at Rikiddo, thankful he had come now. He felt lighter. "My stepfather treated me like shit, and when I said a word to him, at all... he'd beat me. He actually started raping me when I was four, but it got worse as I got older. I'll never forget those nights. I think it's why I'm scared to settle down, even if I'd be a great father. I'm too scared." He sighed softly, but seemed less defensive. "Through it all, I still don't want to see what I went through on him, though. Never once did I want him to die. I always thought it would be better for me to die, so he'd be free of me. But, as you can see, it never happened. I guess I'm not the type for fighting, but I have to say... sword-fighting is my favorite. It's so fun, even if I start to feel pain." He smiled softly, trying to keep between a bad topic and a good one, so he could maintain his control. He hated crying, but it made it worse when it hurt his lungs to do it.

"Not many know this, but... When I was little, King... he always threw me against the walls of the house. I'm actually incredibly sensitive to every touch. It can hurt so bad just from a small 140 degree burn, yet when I go out ion the sun, it burns like fire if it's around noon. I train at night because of that reason.. it's why I winced when you touched me. If I don't expect the pain of being touched, I tense, and it makes it worse." His voice was quiet, not wanting others to hear aside from Rikiddo. He turned to his ramen and ate another bite before getting a strong hit of the spice. He smiled at the flavor and sipped a little bit of water that was nearby for him.

[Taka Genai]

Rikiddo nodded. "To be able to overcome such a handicap is admirable." he stated. "I too like swordplay. There's almost something poetic about it. I've trained arduously with my ninjato, though I try only to use it non-fatally." He took another mouthful of ramen. "I suppose that it's a good way to avoid being touched in battle, to keep the opponent at sword's-length. It serves as an aid in that way for you as well."

He was about to take another bite when something occured to him. He looked up at Kitru with a new light in his eyes. "Have you ever played shogi?" he asked.