Gekko

Gekko was born inside of an abandoned cabin, his birth parents had the intention of taking him to a hospital in a neighboring village. The father did not want to spoil the mother or the baby, so stopped at a unstable cabin. Even though it had taken more stress than possible for the father, the operation was successful. They had called using a raven for medical shinobi to assist them, the request was accepted and in a few days of living within the cabin they had arrived on the scene to give as much support as needed. The birth father was rewarded for his efforts to give life to the boy, but he did not care for the congratulations they bestowed upon him. There was one thing that could not leave his mind - it was the thought of his child and what was to become of him. He had asked the medical team of shinobi to do the best they can to make sure that his loved ones were safe, some of them thought he was being overprotective but this was normal for a new father. They promised to do the best they could for his wife and there new born baby son, it was just the past couple of days could have never left the fathers mind. It was the night of the birth when his hands were soaking with blood, puddles formalizing on the ground which he had stepped on with his cold feet. He wrapped his son around in a blanket, and held him in his arms as his wife had hung on the chair in front of him. He did the best he could to make sure that she would have no bleeding outs, but the more he worked on her the more nervous he became. The birth mother asked to see her new born baby within her arms, the father at first hesitated seeing as she could be too weak and letting this one slip out of her arms and into the ground would be a tragedy. Nevertheless, he could not break the mothers stubbornness and he handed her the child. She said that she'd like a quiet moment with him, the father had agreed, shook his head, and left to go look around the cabin. One of the things that hit him odd was, once they had first arrived at the cabin they had called too see if anyone was there. The first few knocks had broken open the door, so they thankfully let themselves in. It was too much appeasement to see that a historical building like this one was still maintaining it's self. It was the red silk that hung from the rocking chair that alarmed the father, once he had felt it, it was nothing like he had felt before. The blanket was fit for a child, but he had not intended himself to wear it in the first place. While looking around the area, while the mother had rested with the child, he began to pick up an ominous aura of the place. Most places were dark, and you could not see anywhere - neither could you see anything. Fortunately, there was a box of matches on a counter below the attic, once a match was lite he took an old candle which had been sitting there. The candle was slightly smelted, and still held the favorable substance which made it flammable. Lighting the candle, the father observed the area. The box of matches only had dust that was left from the counter, that led the father to assume that someone was inside of the cabin with them... otherwise, they would have already left? If they had heard the moans crying from the mother, they had certainly would have the idea to greet the couple. Maybe even supply medicine? The father came to realize that the house must have not been used for recreational and historical purposes, travelers could have been coming inside and out of the house. The man had crept up to a window and put the candle down near a sink, he could see his own reflection in the rain that pelted against the glass. He had spiky-shaped blonde hair which did not extend to long to go down to his shoulders. He had a short and trim beard, as well as a short scar under his right eye. The father tapped on the sink as he looked out into the window. There were scrolls lying behind the house, ones he could not figure out from the top of his head from the designs of them. Some of them were still rolled up together, as some were wide open and turned soggy and wet by the rain. The father crept back, as he heard whispers coming from the darkness. Detecting where the sounds were coming from, he frantically looked within the darkness it's self. He pressured his fingers against the lit candle and the fire had died. Mother raddled the baby in her arms, smiling at him and thinking up clever names to call their child. She could not decide on what to call him whether it'd be a blunt name like Mark or Mack, or a warrior type of name which her great-grand father had bared of before. The baby hugged onto the red blanket, but something had rolled up underneath the baby. The mother first ignored what was there, though signs from the child trying to pull or poke at it nudged her even more. Slowly, she pinched at the squishy object underneath her blanket. The rain was beating hard outside, the parents had been worried that the raven would have not made it so far and quickly. They held onto the sole idea of, "They'll be here on time". The mother felt the object inside of her hands, and nearly squished it into mush in her hands. She rolled it around until a light blue pupil showed up. Thud. The eyeball rolled from under her chair into the flooring, she maintained her breathing. There were multiple thuds, and thus the medical team had arrived.


Sitting inside of his crib alone on the porch of a townspeople home, young Gekko snored fast asleep. A villager boy played sticks with his brother, as if they were both Samurai and fighting for honor. It was playful thinking that they could even grow up to become Samurais. They had lived in the Great Land of Fire, far away from anywhere that Kenjutsu was dominant. The town was poor and known for it's tolerance with the village of Konoha. The town did not exactly have a leader or ruler, most decisions were made by the council which existed by the older adults of the village. One of the most notable characters from this town was an older man who was sixty years old, yet he tried his best to keep in shape. Apparently he was damaged from a great 'Ninja War', which in reality was his first assassination mission in order to become an Anbu. It had been thirty years since that had happened, now he patrols around the town after never returning to his shinobi duties. It is sometimes questioned within the village it's self whether or not he was once an actual Jonin due to his hotheaded attitude and flirtatious behaviors around the young population of females inside of the town. One time it was even reported to the village that he had been sneaking inside of houses where younger girls were residents too. The Jonin's excuse was, he wanted "small talk". That was really the only time that the Anbu's had came scouting around the town, he attempted to cover it and say that it was his old teammates coming to have a reunion with him. No one had bought it, the Anbu's even seemed disgusted to see that the Jonin was still wearing his spoiled vest with townsfolk clothes. The kids who had played with wooden sticks, one crossing the baby crib and dropped their stick on the ground. They sat next to the crib as their eyes began to become watery, "Guys! My parents got another one!" he screamed. The boys hands descended upon the baby, as his fingers trembled and twitched frantically. "Another one...Another one!" he said, slowly enclosing a grasp on the baby's throat. He would squeeze it's throat, closing all circulation to air. It was the perfect time to strike as well - with no one but his own friends which he could easily manipulate into believing him. This wasn't the first time a newborn had died, his parents have had another baby who had a quote-on-quote 'accident' where they fell out of a window. The baby's head was smashed into the pavement and blood would skewer from where the skull had cracked onto the grass. To get rid of the evidence was not hard at all, the boy had dealings with a mad man who lived inside of the woods - within an old place. It was when the screen door had opened and the couple stepped out they noticed the young one. "What do we have here?" the mother had asked with her hand up against her chest, she was a forty-year old woman. She was rather short and not very high, yet she had an outstanding voice which brought torment to all of the children and sometimes even including the adults. She stepped out above the baby who at the age was a growing toddler, "Kamazi, please" she said. The boy bent down and picked the crib up holding it to her face, she eyed the boy for a second and then grew a weak and wary smile. "Bring him inside" she said. Kamazi looked over his back to his friends who were wondering what was happening and if he was still going to stay outside. He gave a light shrug, and walked in after his mother. Kamazi dropped the crib on the table, the mother took a note which was inside of the crib as well. She unfolded it and read it to herself, it expressed that the couple who had last owned the child were no longer finding a reason to care for it. It also said that there was no river for them to put the crib in so they are leaving it at the specific house. It left the name of the baby as well, the foster mother called in the foster father. He read the note as well and took the pipe out of his mouth which he had been gnawing on, "Well I'll be damned". Kamazi bent over to look at the note as well, he slowly pieced the words together and the rest of the family read them aloud... Gekko. For the next few years of their life, they had been living together. Kamazi felt no need or struggle to murder the new born baby, it wasn't just the fact he had never gained a specific time too due to the tutoring and training but he felt that his adopted brother could be the cure to that side of him. Gekko's foster parents had congratulated him on his accelerating reading and writing skills, he had even begun to learn things without his foster's parents consideration. Gekko's foster parents had been marking their calenders for days, and it had came to the day where the foster parents decided upon themselves to move to a neighboring town. It was the bar that was calling them back, they especially had promised to bring it back. Their old team was formatting as well, but they were cautious due to Gekko's age whether or not they should bring him along. Eventually it came to the decision of dragging him with them, Gekko had been for the past couple of months optimistic and loving to his brother Kamazi. Kamazi had shown him how to throw ninja tools after returning from his tutor, it was when Kamazi witnessed something which had snapped him back into his old personality. He had accidentally hit a boar with a shrunken and it had slit it's neck. The boar was on the ground trembling as it bled to death, Gekko dragged himself to the boar without a word and began drinking it's blood. Children began to go missing inside of the town ever since.

The smell of booze found it's way to Gekko waking up in the bar every foul morning, it had been up to two nights of travel till they had reached the bar with the odd symbol hanging above it. They were delighted with party gifts and the pleasure of seeing old faces once again. The foster parents introduced everyone to Gekko, who was a bit shy at first, but managed to greet and meet them. When his foster father had sat on his old comfortable rocking chair with about three pillows on it, an old woman slipped him an envelope. He eyed her for a second, and quickly swiped the envelope clean out of her hands. Gekko watched as his foster father dropped the pipe in his mouth to the ground, his eyes were widened as his expression was speechless. Everyone had stopped to take a look at him, he was completely pale and trembling to say words. Gekko's foster mother crept up to him, and calmly spoke to him, "Use your words, honey". The foster father grabbed a quick bottle of booze and chugged down a gulp before chucking it at a wall. The maid slowly bent over to clean up the pieces that fell to the ground muttering words, "Lousy...no good...fool". The foster father then slipped the note that was left in the envelope and spoke out to everyone inside of the bar, "They are back". It didn't appear at first to Gekko who, "who" were. It was the oddest question that even his loving father would throw a bottle of alcohol against the wall in front of them all. Not once had Gekko took his father as a drunk, and neither was he going to now. Days went by pretty fast, Gekko had an academy tutor who taught him things that he'd learn from a ninja academy. Gekko had little to no knowledge of an actual ninja academy, to him it was just where people like the Jonin had gone to become shinobi. Gekko was grown to the age of ten, when the group that his father had feared came in. A man with shades on, as well as a no-sleeved shirt which exposed his tattoo on his arm of the letters 003 came to the counter and asked for money. Men from the table were rising from their seats to leave, but he eyed them through his lenses and told them to sit down. They obeyed and growled like dogs as they took off their coats and sat down. 003 cracked his knuckles staring at the woman behind the counter, Gekko was intrigued to see who this man was raising such a commotion. For the bar, a commotion would be dead silence, raising voices and fights were quite common for this bar. Gekko watched from behind a door as the man reached over for the cashier, and bashed her head onto the counter a few times. This essentially made her draw blood, where he picked her up, and tightened his rip on her. He squeezed her neck as strongly as he could, she attempted to fight back by scratching him but her efforts were useless. As soon as she had stopped moving, he let her down gently. A man called from a table begging him to stop, he then sharply cracked her neck the next second leaving her corpse hanging from the counter. He walked over to him, taking off his shades. "Do you know what they are saying?" he asked him, Gekko studied the man as he unhooked a blade from his buckle and sliced open the mans throat in one clean stroke. The man sitting down grasped his throat attempting to stop the bleeding as he flipped over onto the ground, blood sprayed from his throat onto the ground and bled all over the floor. "We've seen the boy" 003 said walking up to the woman, the same woman who had handed his foster father's envelope, "We'll be taking him as well" he said striking the blooded blade into her table. It was implemented into the hard wood, knocking over a beer bottle. The man put back on his sunglasses and left the bar without another word. For hours there was nothing but complete silence, once they made sure he was long gone they stood up to go home, not bothering to leave money to pay for their beers. Once Gekko's tutor had left the building for the day, it was just him and the envelope woman. She had puffy, uprising hair and glasses on. Gekko had stuck to the name of calling her granny, he had really no one else to call that. Granny had stood up finally to go into another room, Gekko fled downstairs and into the bar to look for it. The blade, he found it still with blood over it. Gekko felt power as he grasped it in his hand, swinging it around as if he was a child with sticks pretending to be a samurai. He crept below the man who had died hours ago from having his throat slit, Gekko decided to slowly and potentially open up more wounds around his neck. He then began to feed on and drink the blood out of the body, once he was finished he stood up and noticed Granny was behind him. "I'll explain it later" she said firmly grasping his wrist, "You are coming with me, there isn't much time. If you want to save the townspeople you must go with them". Gekko resisted grunting, but she ignored him. It was one false swish and she fell on her back, bleeding out of her throat where the knife was now implemented. Choking on her own blood, she slowly died from the incident. Gekko's foster parents were rushing to the bar, they had already heard the news on what had happened. They ran to aid Gekko, cuddling up around him and holding him in their arms. Wondering where they had gone, they answered, "We went to check up on your brother, Kamazi". He had not realized it before, but now it was more than certain. Gekko's foster parents were horrible liars, he had to learn it himself after his foster mother broke down in front of him. Kamazi died, it was from an accident involving the use of a katana. Apparently an aggressive fight had broken out between him and his sensei, where he ended up killing him and himself. Gekko's foster parents sent him to a criminal organization, they simply had no other choice in the matter. They certainly did not want to blame Granny's death on Gekko, since 003 had only admitted to killing two people. It was never spoken amoungst the village themselves, what had happened to the bodies of those who died to 003 the day Gekko saw him. During his time with the criminal organization, Gekko was changed mentally. It was not the training that he had endured, but the pure chaos and agony that he saw amoungst others. He developed a feeling of simply not caring for what'd happen to people, it was what haunts him inside of his head. The events that he had experienced within the organization were unspeakable, slavery, gluttony, murderous savages, and worst of all the laughing. They had kept an insane old man who they apparently found lying in the woods wrapped in a blanket, who would laugh at nothing but the sweet sight of milky red crescent blood or the slaughtering of innocent lives. He was imprisoned and chained inside of cave, since he was caught murdering 056, 043, and 003 when he was drunk. Gekko eventually escaped with other refuges, where he followed them to the village of Konoha.

Trees danced with the wind, leaves departed flying to the ground. It was a large village, Konoha was one place where Gekko had only heard rumors of. He was about thirteen years old, he had engaged through life-changing and traumatizing experiences. Three boys had escaped their slavery in which they had to participate in the acts of savages, only two had made it and set foot on Konoha. Gekko had engaged through much change from the last three years, he was no longer the same boy which his parents had imagined him to be, neither did his foster parents had imagined him to be. During the night of escapists, they had arranged a small camp out in the wild. The two boys which Gekko had escaped with use to be genin, until they had traveled with their families out of countries and were eventually ambushed. They told their tales of how life was before they were imprisoned inside of the organizations dirty grip, however Gekko did not share anything. Inside of the prison, he had a putrid taste and greed for nothing more than human flesh and blood. It seemed that he was even building off of ripping limbs off of his "opponents" and feasting on them. When the two genin were eating the food that they had stolen, Gekko set off to find something else. He searched for rabbits hiding in holes, and sliced open their stomachs using their teeth and devoured them. Returning, he would find that one of the genin had died to a fatal disease. The remaining one went by the name, Yukan. Gekko followed Yukan back to the village, where fellow shinobi sought them out from the village. They were returned back, where Yukan had explained the situation. The Jounin officials thanked them for their service, Gekko however had no where to turn. He had almost forgotten completely about his foster parents, Gekko was placed within an academy full of other children for a full on three months. He relearned the knowledge he had, even picked up on the topics which he had forgotten. Gekko eventually was prompt to taking the genin exam, which he had passed due to him having an outstanding balanced chakra flow. It was one thing during the academy that put most of the other students who were in Gekko's class in an uncomfortable position, it was his bleached white hair. It had not bothered Gekko, he was never very social anyway. Upon the side of the road which he sat on, he watched as genin would walk in pairs or threes pointing at him. After the first few weeks, he was recommended by fellow genin and squad leaders to complete missions. All the while, Gekko had failed to ever report to squad meetings of his own. He took missions into his own hand, completing them by himself and being rewarding ryo. Shortly after he was questioned to become a chunin, due to the amount of missions he had passed... apparently showing enough skill as well. Gekko appeared at the Chunin Exams, where most of everyone was intimidated by him. Apparently word had gotten out that he had been taking missions alone and disregarding his team, his teammates obnoxiously mocked him calling him a loose cannon. He had ignored all of their attempts to shame him, he had passed the first examinations which didn't seem to be much of a problem. It was soon he was confronted in battle against a Hyuuga in the final match where he had nearly torn their arms off. He snapped out of the moment, drawing back as fast as he could and saw what he had done. The Hyuuga had forfeited, it had almost seemed like the rumors were true about Gekko.

Soon after the Chunin Exams, Gekko was able to live inside of an apartment. He held onto small memories of his past, especially from the anonymous donations of clothing he had received. There was only one thing that had truly taken Gekko back to his childhood, picking up the circular object in his palm, he could feel his eyes beginning to water. It had the same symbol that was put up on the bar. One side had three circles circling around a star, where they'd overlap. The other side was blank. Squeezing his palm with the coin in it, he swore to reenact the kindness and happiness his foster parents gave to him.