Torifu

typically, A has no issues whatsoever with looking people in the eye when he’s speaking to them. he was raised to have vast amounts of confidence in himself (and to fake it in the times that his resolve wavered), as a leader cannot show weakness, for what good are they in their role if they do? he commands respect with only a simple look, and lesser people sometimes falter and crumble when they meet it. there are times when he realizes that such an ability (if it can be called that) might come across as invasive and rude, but he couldn’t care less. if they can’t make themselves withstand meeting his eye, then they were ne

one must think about the fact that before he was adopted by the sandaime raikage, he basically had nothing (it’s doubtful he even had a name). nothing except his little behavioural quirks and habits which, admittedly, may have gotten on the nerves of some. but given the situation (and future situations he was pushed into: i.e. gyuuki being sealed into him), one can’t blame him all that much for them. until it goes on for years. and years. for as long as anyone he knows has known him as well, he’s had these habits and the like that people have shown annoy them; from the random citizens of kumogakure he doesn’t know al

At six years old, one’s world isn’t terribly-immense, and B isn’t an exception to that. Given that he hadn’t ever really known his birth parents, his entire life practically revolved around his adoptive-brother and father. (He has to tell himself to not call the Raikage ‘dad’; he doesn’t believe he has earned that right, despite how naturally it came to mind.) Everyone knows that there is a bijuu inside him. He can hear it talking to him, screaming how it wanted him to die, how it wants to taste his blood as it rips its way out of its newest prison, and he can never quite shake the thought of the H

B liked to think that–in a stark contrast to his brother–his temper was not bad. It took quite a lot to make him angry, and even more to make him furious. And even then, it was always for reasons he felt justified his emotions. Children being struck for no proper reason, needless emotional abuse being dealt to anyone, animals being tortured, and so on… B always reasoned with himself that his anger in those situations was understandable. But sometimes, rare enough occasions to make him think memories might just be imagined ideas, he encountered things–or people–that made him see red. He could sense chakra, fami

While some shinobi are forced to accept death as a day-to-day reality, B had always counted himself lucky for only having to attend two funerals during his entire lifetime–that of the Sandaime Raikage, and that of Fukai. (He kept his mourning clothing though, thinking that he wouldn’t have to pull the pieces out again until his brother’s eventual passing–or his own, but he didn’t pay that particular thought much mind.) He was generally a positive person, cheer almost always trumping even orneriness most days, even the abuse from his village’s people that he was forced to endure as a child not managing to

He feels a sickening feeling when he hears the news, as if his heart has moved to settle in his throat and stopped, sensations felt from the organ’s ever-present beating making him want to vomit. He struggles to remain calm, knowing very well that allowing himself to give in to volatile emotions won’t do a single thing other than exhaust him and make him look like the boy that—even after experiencing the horrors of war—he still is. For as much as some shinobi preached that one shouldn’t allow themselves to cry, he found more and more reasons that made him want to break down and give up. (Perhaps not for the re

As he would later realize when he mused upon the past, it was rather ironic that a beast who had spent most of its existence alongside humans trapped within its own madness… had been so calm about the beginning of his end. And at the time, though he had tried with all of his might, employing every ounce of his impressive strength, digging his fingers into the earth and willing his tons upon tons of weight to keep him rooted, Gyuuki otherwise did not fight the pull of the golden chains that grew ever-tighter around his massive frame. After all, he had something more important than himself to worry about. Having been plagued with a hor

While it was true that B possessed a certain stubbornness similar to that of his brother, his was of a much more manageable sort, and he wasn’t completely blind to the fact that he occasionally needed help. The Hokage, in the midst of a walk through part of Kumo to get some fresh air before going back to the stuffy, half-rebuilt meeting room, had been treading dangerous territory to begin with. Not people, of course (nearly everyone in the village was far too tired to cause trouble, and those that weren’t didn’t see the point in trying it)—but the danger came from their surroundings. She didn’t know them as wel

'It's… strange, being together again.' Though none other than the speaker and their one-person-audience could hear him, Gyuuki still received no reply. The beast snorted in mild irritation, steam billowing from his nostrils, but not even being enveloped in the mist-like surroundings disturbed his companion. At least—not at first. But soon enough, he was rewarded with subtle stirring from the man seated upon his snout, and after a moment’s pause and an eerie silence during it… the man yawned, raising his arms as he stretched. 'You were asleep this whole time…?' "…Yeah, man. I’ve just been so sleepy