Post by Kabuto Hyuuga on Feb 3, 2011 9:30:59 GMT -5
Just something I wrote to better explain Kabuto's position on the Peace/Power axis that takes place when he was student. His position goes far back. 
Veraken is a character of mine, by the way.
Sweat poured down his face from under the kendo mask, soaking the already stinking cloth. His arms ached but continued to swing, the heavy wooden sword making loud clashing noises as he blocked the strikes aimed at his head. Kabuto gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move, to defend himself, until a thump on his helmet stopped him.
“That's enough for now, Kabuto. I can tell you're at your limit.” He pulled the sweaty helmet off, shaking out his bound silver hair. His kendo instructor rested her wooden sword on the mat, smiling at him. “That was nice. You did better than last time, although you still haven't hit me.”
“Of course not, Veraken.” The student grinned wearily, a blush rising to his cheeks from the strenuous exercise. “You've been practicing your whole life. I've only started two years ago.” The black-haired woman laughed loudly, showing off the pair of pointed canine teeth in her mouth.
“Well, it's true I still don't need to wear any armor. But! You're getting there. You're finally starting to wear me out.” She said, indicating to the sweat stains on her dark red clothes. “But anyway; go get changed and head to your next class. I've kept you too long as it is.”
The silver haired young man waved as he left the kendo room, being the last one to enter the boy's locker room. Grabbing a short towel from the clean laundry basket, he commandeered the last shower before a younger boy could claim it. He was the only one who could keep up with Veraken-sensei in his class, he thought as the water washed away the sweat. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. First of all, she had been a swordswoman since she was thirteen years old and had had many serious bouts against other swords fighters. Secondly, very few of the other students had quite as much physical training as he did. Third of all, he'd had a very deadly teacher breathing down his neck when he first learned his fighting skills. Toweling down and stepping out, the Hyuuga walked unhurridly to his locker and began getting changed. His history teacher would soon be wondering where he was and he had no right to keep her waiting.
His attention was drawn when another boy marched up to the locker beside him. Although his eyes were stubbornly focused on entering the combination, the black eye that was threatening to develop on the side of his face was clearly hampering his attempt. An inconspicuous glance told Kabuto more than he needed to know about what caused it. He recognized the patterns of bruising well enough to know who did it.
“Hey.” The boy whirled around, hands already set into a defensive stance. The ninja held up his open palms, indicating he wasn't there to fight, and continued speaking. “Those bruises are going to need some attention before they get too swollen.” The brunette glared suspiciously out of his one good eye.
“I don't have time to get to the nurse. The teacher will have my head if I'm late.”
“Ah, let me guess, the French teacher? I'm not suggesting you go to the nurse. Those demon kids would just give you another beating if you did, isn't that what they said?” This comment earned him a suspicious glance.
“You're....Kabuto, right?”
“That's me.” The silver haired young man shrugged. “Now if you just stand still for a moment, I can heal those up for you.” The younger boy looked around worridly before nodding. The Hyuuga got to work, green healing chakra buzzing above each bruise and cut before quickly moving on to the next one. It only took a minute or two before all signs of the beating were gone.
“Hey, if it isn't too much trouble.... could you-” The brunette began shyly.
“No.” Kabuto cut him off, finishing the last of the wounds and standing up. “I'm not going to beat them up for you. I'm not on the side of Peace.”
“Then why do this?” The boy's green eyes pleaded for an answer, to which he simply smiled, heftinh his backpack onto his shoulders.
“Because I'm not on the side of Power either.”
Veraken is a character of mine, by the way.Sweat poured down his face from under the kendo mask, soaking the already stinking cloth. His arms ached but continued to swing, the heavy wooden sword making loud clashing noises as he blocked the strikes aimed at his head. Kabuto gritted his teeth, forcing himself to move, to defend himself, until a thump on his helmet stopped him.
“That's enough for now, Kabuto. I can tell you're at your limit.” He pulled the sweaty helmet off, shaking out his bound silver hair. His kendo instructor rested her wooden sword on the mat, smiling at him. “That was nice. You did better than last time, although you still haven't hit me.”
“Of course not, Veraken.” The student grinned wearily, a blush rising to his cheeks from the strenuous exercise. “You've been practicing your whole life. I've only started two years ago.” The black-haired woman laughed loudly, showing off the pair of pointed canine teeth in her mouth.
“Well, it's true I still don't need to wear any armor. But! You're getting there. You're finally starting to wear me out.” She said, indicating to the sweat stains on her dark red clothes. “But anyway; go get changed and head to your next class. I've kept you too long as it is.”
The silver haired young man waved as he left the kendo room, being the last one to enter the boy's locker room. Grabbing a short towel from the clean laundry basket, he commandeered the last shower before a younger boy could claim it. He was the only one who could keep up with Veraken-sensei in his class, he thought as the water washed away the sweat. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. First of all, she had been a swordswoman since she was thirteen years old and had had many serious bouts against other swords fighters. Secondly, very few of the other students had quite as much physical training as he did. Third of all, he'd had a very deadly teacher breathing down his neck when he first learned his fighting skills. Toweling down and stepping out, the Hyuuga walked unhurridly to his locker and began getting changed. His history teacher would soon be wondering where he was and he had no right to keep her waiting.
His attention was drawn when another boy marched up to the locker beside him. Although his eyes were stubbornly focused on entering the combination, the black eye that was threatening to develop on the side of his face was clearly hampering his attempt. An inconspicuous glance told Kabuto more than he needed to know about what caused it. He recognized the patterns of bruising well enough to know who did it.
“Hey.” The boy whirled around, hands already set into a defensive stance. The ninja held up his open palms, indicating he wasn't there to fight, and continued speaking. “Those bruises are going to need some attention before they get too swollen.” The brunette glared suspiciously out of his one good eye.
“I don't have time to get to the nurse. The teacher will have my head if I'm late.”
“Ah, let me guess, the French teacher? I'm not suggesting you go to the nurse. Those demon kids would just give you another beating if you did, isn't that what they said?” This comment earned him a suspicious glance.
“You're....Kabuto, right?”
“That's me.” The silver haired young man shrugged. “Now if you just stand still for a moment, I can heal those up for you.” The younger boy looked around worridly before nodding. The Hyuuga got to work, green healing chakra buzzing above each bruise and cut before quickly moving on to the next one. It only took a minute or two before all signs of the beating were gone.
“Hey, if it isn't too much trouble.... could you-” The brunette began shyly.
“No.” Kabuto cut him off, finishing the last of the wounds and standing up. “I'm not going to beat them up for you. I'm not on the side of Peace.”
“Then why do this?” The boy's green eyes pleaded for an answer, to which he simply smiled, heftinh his backpack onto his shoulders.
“Because I'm not on the side of Power either.”