Tybre
22-03-2009, 22:37
The white-blond man tucked his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the alleyway. Ahead, he could see the street upon which his goal rested. It appeared relatively empty. That made sense, since it was nearly two in the morning and this was the business district, not a residential area. Before exiting the alley, he ducked behind a dumpster and used Henge no Jutsu to make himself look like a man in his late thirties (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/residentevil/images/6/6e/Albert_Wesker_RE5.jpg) with a light amount of stubble. He then used the jutsu to make his swords look like scrolls before taking them into his hands, holding them like the item they were disguised as.
Vittorio walked through the slightly foggy glass doors of the skyscraper standing before him and immediately proceeded across the pristine white lobby towards the elevator, nodding to the only secretary behind the desk on his way in. Once the doors of the elevator had closed behind him he cupped his hand up against the space beneath the list of buttons. He exhaled almost orgasmically as he released chakra from his hand, revealing a secret panel with more buttons leading to more floors that were disguised by genjutsu and natural architectural trickery. Yes, Vittorio had studied this building well. He knew all of its secrets. He knew all about what really went on inside its concrete walls. He pressed the button for floor twenty and rode the elevator up in silence, hands folded over his waist, head bowed, eyes closed. It would be only a few minutes until he reached his goal.
As he neared his stop, he heard questions echo from the room he was headed for. The man inside was puzzling over something someone had given him. Vittorio let out a soft chuckle. It was the man he had met in the woods. No doubt he was beginning to uncover the secrets behind the ring he had been given on that morning nearly a month ago.
"Oh come now, have you honestly not figured it out already?" Vittorio called tauntingly as the elevator began to halt.
The doors of the elevator began to roll open with a soft ping and Vittorio raised his head, opening his eyes almost hesitantly. The man behind the desk started to form words, but Vittorio wouldn't have any of that. He walked out into the room and put on the pair of large aviator sunglasses he had stolen earlier in the day.
"How did you get the elevator to work for you?" The man behind the desk demanded. "How do you even know about it?"
"And why shouldn't I be able to work an elevator designed to recognize my own chakra?" Vittorio responded cooly.
The man behind the desk leapt to his feet and Vittorio immediately kicked the armchair that was to his left, launching it clear across the flat so that it smacked the man in the face, knocking him to the floor. Vittorio undid the Henge on each of his swords as he let the short sword drop to the floor. He slowly drew his new okatana and charged forward, making a downwards blow for the man on the floor, but he rolled aside, narrowly dodging the attack. As Vittorio pulled the blade up for another swing, the man kicked him in the shins, knocking him back for a brief moment.
As the man came at Vittorio once more, he dodged each of the blows, slowly working his way back over towards the elevator. Once they were near the billiards table, Vittorio punched the man twice in the face and then kicked him in the chest, knocking him back against the wall not far to the left of his desk. Before the man had time to respond, Vittorio shoved the billiards table, effectively pinning the man between the table and the wall. Vittorio laughed as he approached, his Henge slowly undoing itself from the feet upwards.
"It's you!" Sai roared as the jutsu finally finished undoing itself.
"Yes, it's me." Vittorio traced a finger tauntingly, sensually beneath Sai's right eye. "And I must say, you're a slow one."
"Who gave you that ring? Or are you a grave robber?"
Vittorio laughed. "That ring was given to me upon my birth."
"LIAR!"
Vittorio let out a low, soft chuckle as he pulled the glasses off his face, bringing his head in closer to Sai's.
"You recognize that symbol, don't you?"
Sai let out a muffled gasp. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "...Mom's...pendant..."
"That's right." Vittorio backed up slowly, laughing, as he spread his arms wide in a triumphant manner. "Did you know your mother was an unfaithful whore?"
"Shut up. Don't you fucking dare speak ill of the dead, least of all my mother."
"But you see," Vittorio turned slowly to face Sai, "she's my mother as well."
Vittorio chuckled once more as he put the sunglasses back onto his face, beginning to pace back and forth around the room as the Henge slowly assembled itself onto his person.
"Do you know the truth about your father? That he was actually the one chosen to lead to lead the Sword Branch? Hm. It's rather amusing, I think. Yes, your father was going to be where Sosuke now sits. But when he came home and told your grandfather the news, he was beaten severely and warned of what would happen if he took the position, for your grandfather knew your father was too comfortable with his sword branch way of life. He wouldn't repair your broken clan. So, your father crawled to Sosuke and begged him to take the position, secretly hoping Sosuke would be killed by members of the Shield Branch so he could take his rightful place as leader and then crush the Shield Branch forever.
"But when Sosuke took the office, his first action was to exile Daiki from the clan. Daiki wandered the streets homeless and drunk for weeks before returning to the clan property in a stupor. He came and beat his wife and raped her!" Vittorio clenched his fists. "Afraid, she came to your grandparents for help. They protected her long enough for her to give birth to the baby -- you -- but as soon as they was done they left her to her own devices. She was attacked repeatedly by your father during that time. Years passed. Daiki got a hold of himself, became a successful blacksmith in the village, and returned to the clan, begging and pleading for the chance to be let back in.
"Sosuke let him in, but he forced him to return on the lowest peg, that of the Shield Branch. Our mother welcomed the monster back with open arms and stayed faithful to him for a time, but soon she grew tired of him, grew tired of her life with the clan. She began sneaking out of the estate to go back to Sato -- her homeland -- where she slept with many men, giving birth to nine Sati children. Heh. No, I'm not one of those nine. Nor are you her firstborn. She worked as a prostitute in Sato. It was from a street corner that your father first met our mother. Initially after her 'rescue' from that filthy position, she would sneak out to Sato and continue to whore herself out. It was during one of these visits, three years before your birth, that I was conceived."
Vittorio slammed his fist on top of the jukebox and it began to play an old opera song.
"Fearing her newborn son would be killed if he was discovered as illegitimate, she took him to the furthest place she knew of -- a tiny, dying port town on the far south coast of Sato. There, she left her son with nothing, lying on a dock in the middle of a blizzard. Had I not been found by one of the pathetic excuses for fisherman, I would have died there. The only thing she gave her son aside from a miserable life was the ring." Vittorio stopped pacing and turned to look at Sai. "Do you know why it is I turned my attention from trying to kill all shinobi as retribution for what they did to my hometown to the actions I have taken these past two years? Do you think I enjoy blowing up schools, burning down cafes, murdering innocents, and sinking ships!? All of this was to draw you out."
Vittorio began laughing like a madman under his breath as he walked up the stairwell to the balcony where the bed and wardrobe were.
"I've known what you are since I was a student. I've known you are a man dedicated to absolute justice since only a very short time after I became a Genin. Thus, I knew if I committed crimes, you would come. And come you did. But you did not know me, and so I had no choice but to keep baiting you, hoping one day to stop you long enough to tell you all of this. But enough foolishness." Vittorio leapt over the railing at the edge of the balcony onto the pool table, causing it to slide forward very slightly, allowing Sai hardly any room to move.
"The next time we meet, my brother, I won't come at you half-assed like I have these past times. The next time we meet, I won't share any words with you. Our next encounter," he closed his eyes as he slowly clenched his left fist, "will be our final. Whoever is left standing is the true son of Tomoe."
***
Sai fought to push the billiards table forward as he coughed up blood. Mere moments before, the man who had come in and attacked him, the man who claimed to be his half-brother, the man who called himself Vittorio, had vanished in a heavy stream of smoke, as if he had an accomplice somewhere use a summoning scroll to summon him to safety. Staggering forward, Sai collapsed over his desk, gasping for breath as blood dripped from his chest, face, and arms. Was what Vittorio had said really true? If so, it was all the more reason for him to have cut ties with his family. Staggering across the flat, Sai walked over to the mirror mounted beside the doorway to the bathroom. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he began bashing his forehead against the glass, howling in a brew of confusion, rage, and sorrow.
Vittorio walked through the slightly foggy glass doors of the skyscraper standing before him and immediately proceeded across the pristine white lobby towards the elevator, nodding to the only secretary behind the desk on his way in. Once the doors of the elevator had closed behind him he cupped his hand up against the space beneath the list of buttons. He exhaled almost orgasmically as he released chakra from his hand, revealing a secret panel with more buttons leading to more floors that were disguised by genjutsu and natural architectural trickery. Yes, Vittorio had studied this building well. He knew all of its secrets. He knew all about what really went on inside its concrete walls. He pressed the button for floor twenty and rode the elevator up in silence, hands folded over his waist, head bowed, eyes closed. It would be only a few minutes until he reached his goal.
As he neared his stop, he heard questions echo from the room he was headed for. The man inside was puzzling over something someone had given him. Vittorio let out a soft chuckle. It was the man he had met in the woods. No doubt he was beginning to uncover the secrets behind the ring he had been given on that morning nearly a month ago.
"Oh come now, have you honestly not figured it out already?" Vittorio called tauntingly as the elevator began to halt.
The doors of the elevator began to roll open with a soft ping and Vittorio raised his head, opening his eyes almost hesitantly. The man behind the desk started to form words, but Vittorio wouldn't have any of that. He walked out into the room and put on the pair of large aviator sunglasses he had stolen earlier in the day.
"How did you get the elevator to work for you?" The man behind the desk demanded. "How do you even know about it?"
"And why shouldn't I be able to work an elevator designed to recognize my own chakra?" Vittorio responded cooly.
The man behind the desk leapt to his feet and Vittorio immediately kicked the armchair that was to his left, launching it clear across the flat so that it smacked the man in the face, knocking him to the floor. Vittorio undid the Henge on each of his swords as he let the short sword drop to the floor. He slowly drew his new okatana and charged forward, making a downwards blow for the man on the floor, but he rolled aside, narrowly dodging the attack. As Vittorio pulled the blade up for another swing, the man kicked him in the shins, knocking him back for a brief moment.
As the man came at Vittorio once more, he dodged each of the blows, slowly working his way back over towards the elevator. Once they were near the billiards table, Vittorio punched the man twice in the face and then kicked him in the chest, knocking him back against the wall not far to the left of his desk. Before the man had time to respond, Vittorio shoved the billiards table, effectively pinning the man between the table and the wall. Vittorio laughed as he approached, his Henge slowly undoing itself from the feet upwards.
"It's you!" Sai roared as the jutsu finally finished undoing itself.
"Yes, it's me." Vittorio traced a finger tauntingly, sensually beneath Sai's right eye. "And I must say, you're a slow one."
"Who gave you that ring? Or are you a grave robber?"
Vittorio laughed. "That ring was given to me upon my birth."
"LIAR!"
Vittorio let out a low, soft chuckle as he pulled the glasses off his face, bringing his head in closer to Sai's.
"You recognize that symbol, don't you?"
Sai let out a muffled gasp. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "...Mom's...pendant..."
"That's right." Vittorio backed up slowly, laughing, as he spread his arms wide in a triumphant manner. "Did you know your mother was an unfaithful whore?"
"Shut up. Don't you fucking dare speak ill of the dead, least of all my mother."
"But you see," Vittorio turned slowly to face Sai, "she's my mother as well."
Vittorio chuckled once more as he put the sunglasses back onto his face, beginning to pace back and forth around the room as the Henge slowly assembled itself onto his person.
"Do you know the truth about your father? That he was actually the one chosen to lead to lead the Sword Branch? Hm. It's rather amusing, I think. Yes, your father was going to be where Sosuke now sits. But when he came home and told your grandfather the news, he was beaten severely and warned of what would happen if he took the position, for your grandfather knew your father was too comfortable with his sword branch way of life. He wouldn't repair your broken clan. So, your father crawled to Sosuke and begged him to take the position, secretly hoping Sosuke would be killed by members of the Shield Branch so he could take his rightful place as leader and then crush the Shield Branch forever.
"But when Sosuke took the office, his first action was to exile Daiki from the clan. Daiki wandered the streets homeless and drunk for weeks before returning to the clan property in a stupor. He came and beat his wife and raped her!" Vittorio clenched his fists. "Afraid, she came to your grandparents for help. They protected her long enough for her to give birth to the baby -- you -- but as soon as they was done they left her to her own devices. She was attacked repeatedly by your father during that time. Years passed. Daiki got a hold of himself, became a successful blacksmith in the village, and returned to the clan, begging and pleading for the chance to be let back in.
"Sosuke let him in, but he forced him to return on the lowest peg, that of the Shield Branch. Our mother welcomed the monster back with open arms and stayed faithful to him for a time, but soon she grew tired of him, grew tired of her life with the clan. She began sneaking out of the estate to go back to Sato -- her homeland -- where she slept with many men, giving birth to nine Sati children. Heh. No, I'm not one of those nine. Nor are you her firstborn. She worked as a prostitute in Sato. It was from a street corner that your father first met our mother. Initially after her 'rescue' from that filthy position, she would sneak out to Sato and continue to whore herself out. It was during one of these visits, three years before your birth, that I was conceived."
Vittorio slammed his fist on top of the jukebox and it began to play an old opera song.
"Fearing her newborn son would be killed if he was discovered as illegitimate, she took him to the furthest place she knew of -- a tiny, dying port town on the far south coast of Sato. There, she left her son with nothing, lying on a dock in the middle of a blizzard. Had I not been found by one of the pathetic excuses for fisherman, I would have died there. The only thing she gave her son aside from a miserable life was the ring." Vittorio stopped pacing and turned to look at Sai. "Do you know why it is I turned my attention from trying to kill all shinobi as retribution for what they did to my hometown to the actions I have taken these past two years? Do you think I enjoy blowing up schools, burning down cafes, murdering innocents, and sinking ships!? All of this was to draw you out."
Vittorio began laughing like a madman under his breath as he walked up the stairwell to the balcony where the bed and wardrobe were.
"I've known what you are since I was a student. I've known you are a man dedicated to absolute justice since only a very short time after I became a Genin. Thus, I knew if I committed crimes, you would come. And come you did. But you did not know me, and so I had no choice but to keep baiting you, hoping one day to stop you long enough to tell you all of this. But enough foolishness." Vittorio leapt over the railing at the edge of the balcony onto the pool table, causing it to slide forward very slightly, allowing Sai hardly any room to move.
"The next time we meet, my brother, I won't come at you half-assed like I have these past times. The next time we meet, I won't share any words with you. Our next encounter," he closed his eyes as he slowly clenched his left fist, "will be our final. Whoever is left standing is the true son of Tomoe."
***
Sai fought to push the billiards table forward as he coughed up blood. Mere moments before, the man who had come in and attacked him, the man who claimed to be his half-brother, the man who called himself Vittorio, had vanished in a heavy stream of smoke, as if he had an accomplice somewhere use a summoning scroll to summon him to safety. Staggering forward, Sai collapsed over his desk, gasping for breath as blood dripped from his chest, face, and arms. Was what Vittorio had said really true? If so, it was all the more reason for him to have cut ties with his family. Staggering across the flat, Sai walked over to the mirror mounted beside the doorway to the bathroom. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he began bashing his forehead against the glass, howling in a brew of confusion, rage, and sorrow.