This is a roleplay between Cole Silver and DisasterousConcubine. If you are not either of us, but wanna read a good story based in the Naruto universe, feel free to read, but do not post.
Darkness loomed, a dusk shadowed by clouds--a light snow on this winter night. It was likely to only be 6 in the afternoon, but with cloudy sky's and winter's grasp on how long light shined upon the land, it was already evening. The weather put no village to rest though, including Konohagakure no Sato. The market lit up and filled with figures, the places for dinner still serving many. The village was alive, even on a snowy night, the cold air was filled with gossip and laughter, conversation and chatter.
Coming from a less-well-lit alleyway, a fairly tall young man crossed into the main village market, a strip full of shops and generally was the heart of village activity--just as it was tonight. This young man bared crimson eyes, one noticeably more vibrant then the other--his left eye scarred with a curse--a vertical slice over his scarlet hue, dulled from blindness. He had long black hair, straight and soft to the touch; a bit of flare to the edges. The dark locks was dotted with white, snowflakes caught in on strands before they melted.
This man was dressed fairly simply, a long sleeved black shirt with a thick robe-like Yukata wrapped around him for warmth--finished off with a pair of coal shaded pants. No one could even tell he was a shinobi--if not for his headband loosely slung under his chin, dangled from his neck carelessly. He walked along the streets, passing by many a folk as he wondered aimlessly...His facial expression showed sadness, a lonely soul. He was just wondering, maybe hoping he'd find something to do, or someone to talk to, but had no goal or plans in mind. Kamoku had little friends...His youth was a time spent training, and away on missions, he'd made connections in the world--but few close to home. The rather tall man, standing 6'2" and being a physical wall compared to most, he towered over most of the crowd by a few inches as he paced along the path.
Someone must've been in a hurry, maybe they just made off with some fruit from a stand without paying, or dine and ditched--either way, a man was running through the crowd, bobbing and weaving through the people. He'd come to a crossing and find someone he couldn't dodge, a raven haired female--eyes a shade of lavender. Rather harshly he'd shove the girl to the side, causing her to fall in the moment of all of it. This would only be about 10 feet infront of the wondering Special Jounin, he witnessed this and his eyes narrowed softly. The man was about to run past Kamoku, but an outstuck arm would clothes-line the fleeing man, landing him square on his back with a hard thunk. Kamoku's foot raised up high, before crashing down to the center of the fallen man's chest, violently knocking the wind out of him and causing him to black out. It was about then someone else came alone, likely the pursuer after the man running.
Kamoku went on walking though, making his way over to the young woman the criminal had shoved down so rudely. He'd knell down in front of the fallen Hyuuga female, and outreach his hand to help her up. "Sorry people are so rude, are you alright? I hope you're not hurt." he asked, giving her a smile despite his rather sad demeanor earlier. He didn't know it yet, but he was reaching his hand out to someone very special...
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