Monster
Kosuke pulled his hair up in a bun and quickly fastened it to prevent it from slipping, and then he pulled on his headband and turned casually towards his reflection. He didn't know why he even bothered looking anymore; his appearance was the same every day. He could get washed and dressed blindfolded and it would turn out the same: a pale handsome young boy with an apathetic face and a pretty outfit. How he looked didn't change what people thought of him. He could go out dressed as a beggar man and no one would care. People thought of him as a monster anyway, he might as well look like one, but as a Zuka he had a small sense of pride in the way he looked so he kept up a good appearance.
Kosuke left the room without his white cloak and walked obnoxiously down the center of the hallways as he made his way to the exit. He walked away from the bathhouse in the direction of his own small house, where he had lived by himself since Daisuke's death when he was ten. He only used the house to store things, cook food, and sleep, every other time of the day he could only be found training on the outskirts of the village. Of course, he trained entirely alone, since he had never been given teammates and he had never had any friends.
He stepped down the road and glared deeply at whoever dared to look at him. He was an expert at knowing who was looking at him. He could sense their icy eyes when he was miles away from the village, so it was simple to snap a cold uncomfortable glance in any direction he felt necessary.
After a while of walking in the calm dim sunlight he could see an old man dart out to approach him from one of the houses. The old man had a feeling of anxiety and fear about him; he looked around as though trying to ensure that no one else was watching. Kosuke watched the man threateningly as he stepped up in front on him.
"K-Kosuke-sama," The old man said respectfully, "I-I ha-have a favor, favor to ask of y-you if you are willing."
"What do you want?" Kosuke sighed while rolling his head impatiently. The man looked into his eyes and tried to gather more courage before continuing,
"M-my daughter. She- that is, I can't find her, I fear she may have gone out in last week's storm and I need help to look for her." He stuttered.
"How much?" Kosuke retorted intolerantly. The man looked at Kosuke's expectant face and shifted his feet.
"I was hoping, I mean, I needed it to be for free." He said slowly.
"I don't accept useless favors without pay, Jiji-chan, I want money not gratitude." Kosuke said, turning away from the man. The old man dropped to his knees and laid his hands out in front of himself. Kosuke glanced at his desperate position.
"Please!" The man cried, "I don't have any more money, I spent it all on searchers, but none of them could find her. Please, she's only ten! Only you have enough chakra to continue the search!"
"I'm sick of helping you people like a last resort pack mule." Kosuke said, turning away from the old man. He lay in the same position as Kosuke walked away down the street and disappeared from sight.
This had been the eleventh time this week that someone had pleaded for him to search for his or her kindred. Kosuke had accepted seven of the requests without pay and he was tired of searching. Though it bothered him somewhat, he knew that anyone else who had been trapped in last week's brutal storm would be dead by now, unless they were a Zuka.