Note: OC's POV. A new gem is coming~Enjoy the story~ Have a good day/night to you all.
A new day has begun. The sun rises from the dark forest, unveils the deep silent darkness that hides the secrets and paints the sky with various color. Bright yellow, orange red, pink coral, all mixes together to form a wonder of nature.
Sadly, people, normally, they are all to busy to bother taking a look at the beauty of life.
The Village Hidden In The Leaves begin it noisy, thrilling day. Civilians shopping in their own shop, gossiping about all thing they know and don't know. Even the ninjas, somethimes, will walk around to enjoy rare tranquility comes after war. Everyone is happy and joyful, under the merciful rule of The Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato.
Welp...maybe nearly everyone.
From a small, clean, house (except for some...direct places) , built right in the corner of the village where sunlight barely reaches to, a pair of baggy, hazelnut brown eyes peep through the window to watch it all carefully. Not full of love but not in a thoughtless way. The eyes scan the lively picture, secretly, like how an audince watching the performance on the stage, how a proud, sassy cat viewing it's very own territory.
The owner of the eyes, a man, not much older than 20, shakes his head, causing the dark hair fall out of the bandage. Raises a hand, covered by black leather, he massages the bridge of his straight nose.
"The night's over already?" He murmurs, annoyed. "Stupid humans... why must they be so noisy?"
Turns back to the messy table, he looks up at the wodden ceiling, sacarstically asks.
"Dear Gems above...Why do I choose to become a shinobi? This is so fucking annoying."
Why does he stay in the village again? Ah, yes, because of dear Lord Hokage's command, isn't it?
Hahaha.
"Overworking my ass...Need to relax my ass.." Brown eyebrows are brought together in a deep frown. The Fourth has good intention, but he really doesn't know the ugly side of humans, hn? Not so far away, right here. Right in this beautiful village.
Well...It doesn't matter. Why should anybody care about that.
The man, who goes by the name Renji, decides that he has had enough work for today, putting on his ugly green jounin vest, a pair of leathery shoes and simple brown socks. Ties the muddy shoulder-length hair up in a pony tail, Renji steps out of the door, leaving the chaos of paper behind for another day.
Hands in the pocket, close to his beautiful rod, ready for any attemp to attack (Always prepared. Always watch your back), he wanders off, heads in the cloud with various new ideas to do with his... gem power.
Yes. Neither of your ears nor eyes are fooled, he is a gem, thank you very much. What kind of gem, is none of your business. Secret is the most dangerous weapon of a ninja, so why would he reveal that to this whole fucking world?
(He learned it in the hard way, the consequences of having a loose mouth.)
Now, where is he... Ah, yes. He has started with how different gem kinds can affect the power they possess or their abilities, their chakra and everything else, physically or mentally. Renji is near to the end, but now, he needs witness. Not just some fancy theories with empty points, a speculation as hard as the best steel, based on real evidences and logical witnesses.
The problem?
He never meets another gem in all of his traumatic, fucked up life. From the moment he passed through the door of the so damn wonderful Academy to the day his hands cloaked in blood of both enemy and comrades. Gems are... extremely rare, fragile, short-life, and to meet a breathing, healthy one who's not your enemy? That is worse. Terribly, down straight to hell, fuckingly worse. Plus, the chance for him to encounter a gem knowing clearly how to handle their power is even less pratical than the posibility to take off those Uchiha's sticks in butts, dance in front of the council while making Danco wearing pink tutu. The genius of Uchiha (what is his name again? Tari? Ichi? Unimportant) has the rate of one exists in thousand.
A Gem fits his standard?
One in billion.
...Well, fuck. Renji can already feel the damn headache knocking on his thick skull. Maybe he really needs a rest.
He doesn't need to sleep...but still...
Sometimes, he really enjoy it.
The hotspring soun-
"Hey, isn't that...it?" Sensitive ears easily catch the words some civilians behind him is trading. Renji tenses up, knowing what will come to him.
Not again. Not after a disastrous mission...
Oh fuck, he should stay at his apartment...
"Yes...the...the Gem, right?"
"Bloody Hand, I believe that what they call...it. What kind of monster is that? Why are they allowed it out? What if it harms us?"
"Shh! Don't talk like that! That thing is an excellent hinobi."
"But...but...It is not human! It is a... a freak!" The one, a shorty woman with dirty blond hair and squeaky voice hisses. Does she know her voice is loud enough for him to hear it from the other side of the village?
("Freak!"
"Monster!"
"Inhuman!")
Renji keeps his body's language calm and friendly, even if his hot, red, beating heart is burning in lava-hot fury. The heat is all if not damn familiar, still, it doesn't lessen the pain it brings down to him.
...After all this time, hn?
Unconsciously, his left hand clunches tightly, thumb caring the smooth, cool face cut of his triangle, red, crystal gem. The action only makes he feels worse. A fucking nasty, disgusting sign marks his life forever. A Gem, carved the skin, stays there to remind him that he is unnormal. Out of knowledge. Ridiculous.
Know what else? Something that pain doesn't compare and hell is built on it? Something makes death urns to a merciful choice? The loneliness.
Isolated. Outcast. He belongs to no one, to no where. No bonds to bind him down, no home to come back. Free, in a twisted, twisted way.
No one is able to understand him, as a fellow creature. To them, Renji is just a Gem, an useful tool with high potential of danger, a monster with different functioning rules.
A total freak.
Hah... Isn't it funny, how humans can be so cruel to those they can't understand... Treat those with fear and hatred, then it's all turn a endless desire for the power those one possess...
And after everything he gives them...
After all the life he takes for them... The tears he shred, the blood he lost...
He is still, a puppet. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Ha...Ha..." Hoarse, cracking laugh escapes his tight lips as Renji lower his head, the other gem-free hand covers the upper part of his face. Bitterness spread on his tongue, cold freeze his lungs and sorrow slashes his heart, painfully, nonstop. Renji doesn't make any wasting effort to stop it, no matter how much he wants to. He just simply stops, walks into a dark, small street, leans on the dusty wall and closes his eyes, sews his lips tighter with iron will, locking all the screams the back of his sore throat.
"I am being emotional now...Fucking Great..." Renji swears silently, one drop of tear falls down his pale cheek. "Fucking great... Getting soft, hn?"
This world is never fair. He knows it.
But that doesn't mean he will surrender to it.
Fight, shout, scream, scratch, punch, run, kill... do anything you need to survive.
You are stronger than them. Prove it with your action.
Scared lips twine into a twisted, angry smile, and he continue his walking, back straight, head high at the whispers around him, the despising and untrusted look.
Hate me?
Scared of me?
Think I am a freak?
Let me say something. FUCK YOU!! Fuck you, fuck you and you and all of you.
I am a survivor. I am a Gem, and I am proud of it. I fight for this village, and I love it with all of my crazy mind. You all are nothing to me, just some buzzing insects. Bites, but can't hurt. Doesn't affect me. Worthless.
Weaklings, watch my back when I stand above you all, mother fuckers.
Take a last look at the unimportant people, Renji walks away from the noisy district.
Enough. The red gem burns slightly in his palm, a reflection of his wrath. Enough for a 'rest' in this village. His muscles maybe are all dissapear due to the lack of andreline and near-death exprience. To add more on that excuse, he needs something to pour out all of the heat and killing instinct raising in him right now.
Some A-class mission will be beneficial. Yes, yes. Can be last from 3 to 4 month, or even more. The longer the misson, the better it is.
So with rage all tucks under his tongue, the pain keeps inside his eyes, Renji smiles, the normal smile he has in battles: lips open wide, extanding from mouth to cheeks, show off his sharp fangs. Such a disgusting, impressive expression, so much that it gives him the infamous name code.
Konoha's Mad Ripper.