Reggie Bell-Bottom Jr.
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 |  Subject: A man of magnetism Wed 16 May 2012, 6:30 am | |
| [From Rain to Bear Country]
“Ho? You need to wake up, Keiro…” the cold voice spoke. Keiro’s eyes immediately opened from the voice, shaking completely out from the restful sleep he had so easily taken. He blinked a few times to see as to where he was at. He looked up, seeing the large palm leave covering him and the rainwater falling all the day down from the top down into a patch of soft earth. He blinked again, finding that he felt rested but uneasy feeling that he could’ve slept for another hour or two but something odd was telling him not to. Was it the voice in his head that told him to get up? He heard it clearly as he could hear himself breathing right now, the voice sounded urgent, the cold voice echoed around him and made sure that he would have that voice stuck in his head.
“Son of a bitch…” he whispered. He rubbed his eyes of the sleep and got up from the ground. The bottom of his pants were soaked to the core, his behind even more so. It was all right with Keiro. He didn’t mind the feeling of the water soaking in him. He’s gotten use to the fact that everything he wears will get soaked in the rain. Every place he’s been in this country has been nothing but rain so why should it bother him now that his pants had gotten wet? Keiro absentmindedly brushed the bottom of his pants feeling the wet spots on his behind and walked out of the protection of the palm tree. The rain had turned into a light mist as he walked out and Keiro could feel the difference in temperature. The center of Amegakure was humid most of the time. No, Keiro would be lying if he said most of the time. It was humid all the time. There was nothing more uncomfortable than being in the rain. Keiro could have adjusted to that lifestyle seeing that everyone else in the village was enjoying it. If not enjoying it, then at least they weren’t complaining. It was the fact of the matter that the rain was not always cool. It was warm, sometimes warm enough to feel like he was in a constant shower all the time but instead the water just continued to get warmer as the day got closer and closer to the evening. The late night rain couldn’t even be counted as a ‘cool off’ as Zurui put it because the temperature kept at the warm constant. There were two instances-that Keiro could remember-where the rain was cool and that were when he first took the mission and the storm front was mixing in with the hot and cold and another time when Keiro decided it was best to know the layout of Amegakure and its piping system.
But why was Keiro leaving? Keiro didn’t really have any reason to leave Amegakure at the time. He had only stayed for a few months in the village under the house of Zurui Sasayaki. He had did minor task and chores for the man, even doing a few missions here and there to pass the time and give income to the man. He didn’t see why Zurui needed the income. He was quite well off without the need of prospectors asking Zurui if Keiro could do this or Keiro could do that. He didn’t mind the task but he just couldn’t make sense of it all.
Keiro had learned a few things during his time in Ame. The times he had stayed, he began to re-educate himself towards different subject matters pertaining to his goal. The goal didn’t come on as an easy thing to think on. Keiro didn’t have any motivation at all to even create a single goal that would help him in the long run. He’s always been one who could perform any task without a single hitch yet what it was that Keiro lacked was passion and desire. Coming out of prison, after vowing to himself that he would take revenge upon those who accused him and wrecked havoc on his life, he felt the desire that he once had out of prison just drip out of him. It was because he didn’t know exactly where to start. He had the idea, scattered as it may be, but it wasn’t in a concrete plan. The muscle and organs were there but the bones were not in place lacking in structure. Keiro couldn’t let his vow die, not when he just had a second chance of living and given a shot to kill those responsible. He would have to plan it out carefully and in doing so, he would have to read up on things that he wouldn’t necessarily had read as a Konoha shinobi.
The second month in staying with Zurui, Keiro began reading more of the Sasayaki and their attempt to create a new underworld that would dominate the world above if there was a chance opportunity. The Sasayaki had the intent of closing connections between both ally and enemy of their family and in doing so would allow a single ‘one organization’ that could be established to dominate. A new world order, Keiro had thought. This didn’t seem new to Keiro. Quite opposite, Keiro had heard of an organization that had attempted to do this from the stories his father had told him long ago. He would say that this group had integrated into every form of government, every form of authority throughout the lands and act as a shadow government, one who runs the world through dark means and let those of the false light-the authority the world sees-be the ones who shepherd mankind. It sounded philosophical to Keiro at the time but the Sasayaki family made it more constructive to Keiro.
But how in the world was he going to fight a powerful organization like that, if one truly exists? They had the wealth, the materials to stage wars, the power and influence to silence Keiro from the face of the planet. They had everything Keiro did not have. He was a small, insignificant piece of dust that could blow away in the wind.
They lack my desire though…they lack my drive…they lack my resolve…
It was this conclusion that made Keiro leaving Amegakure for a short while. Zurui had a disappointed expression that said ‘aww really? You just got here.’ But something told Zurui that Keiro would be leaving for awhile. Zurui saw the signs of his resolve more on during the few months of his stay. He knew that Keiro would have to leave-yes, have to leave his restaurant.
“You’re magnetic Keiro, do you know that?” Zurui had spoken to Keiro before he set off “There are some men and women who admire that. That part where you venture into their lives and cause great things to happen to them. It’s strange really. Here, I thought you were just another man coming in from the streets just drying off from the rain that night. Yet as I look at you, I see something that many men will admire-and many of them will fear.”
Keiro didn’t speak a word to him as he was packing his small sack. Zurui had a tendency of talking and talking even when the conversation was far from over. He spoke to Keiro as if there were more people in the room with him “They will try and kill you, you know. They don’t want someone who could change them. Change scares people. It scares them half to death. Thinking about it, thinking how their lives are comfortable only to be toppled over by one man? That’s a scary thought. You understand that you’re position will be difficult and your journey will either take you far…or you’ll be cut short and you’ll be forgotten…”
Keiro walked between the palms trees feeling the mist lighten up. “Magnetic.” Keiro said to no one in particular. Why did that word seem to bother him so? Why was he magnetic? He only thought of people like the Hokage or the Raikage as magnetic people as they were the ones who were leading their village. Magnetism is something leaders have, not something an exile has. Yet Zurui had spoken about his magnetism as if he would be the future leader of something. Was Zurui foretelling Keiro of something that he isn’t aware at the moment? He wondered this question as the sun broke through the clouds and the mist had finally cleared. Keiro stepped onto much harder ground and saw that the palm trees were becoming less frequent.
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