Post by hermes on Aug 17, 2008 1:36:16 GMT -5
Note: This is a record of Zabuza's personal progress in strength and social status that cannot be filled within ORP. This will be a log/journal/fic that will feature his local rise in popularity and interaction with his family, as well as detail his training. (No unfinished topics to clutter things up and make people unsure what he really has or not.) So, if you want to know something about Zabuza, look here. I'll make a shortlist in the character bio, of course. But this is, in essence, his history and details, and I'll do my best to keep it ongoing. Hope you enjoy! ^.^
Chapter One: First Days of School, First Week of Hell
The alarmed clock went off, loudly and without any sort of hesitation. Zabuza slowly rolled over, his fist landing on it with a dull thump. He wearily swung out of bed as the noise cut off, stumbling across his dark room until he reached the drawn window drapes. He pulled them open, and blinked harshly against the light that suddenly invaded his eye's. Half blind, he stumbled across his dirty room towards the dressed, and started pulling his clothing on. He looked wearily at his backpack as he did so, wishing the first day of school had never come. Once he was finished dressing, he walked out of his dirty room, and into the bathroom just down the hall. Dark gray eye's stared glumly at him, from an average, almost un-noticable face. If you looked closely, he had some understated features that would fairly good looking, but most didn't. He wetted a comb, and proceeded too run it lazily through his ash blond hair, not paying it to much attention, as long as it didn't splay out crazily. His sister ran into the bathroom, and popped down on the toilet uncirmoniously. "Oi oi!" Zabuza yelled, stumbling away and closing the door on his sister, turning a frustrated scarlet. "Stop doing that, we aren't kids anymore!" He yelled through the door. "Good morning brother!" She called back, completely ignoring him, as usual. He scowled, grabbed his backpack, and headed downstairs.
He looked around the kitchen for some food, as his parents weren't there in the morning, for once. Usually they'd laze about, looking over his shoulder and questioning his every move. Or at least, his Father did. His Mother seemed to believe in him, though for what reason she differed from his Dad, he'd never found out. He settled for a grenola bar, and headed out the door, munching on it thoughtfully. Another year of being bullied, abused, hated, he hung his head. He wasn't in the least looking forward to this, sometimes he just wished he could run away, but he was more practical than that. He knew he'd need a way to take care of himself, money for clothing, food, and rent. Just a place to stay would be a good start, but he wasn't even old enough to get a job, no one would hire a fourteen year old. Not that he minded staying with his family, they were annoying, but loving. The only issue was school, where big rocks and his head seemed to be intimate, inseperable lovers. He turned the corner, and suddenly bumped into an old, old friend. Though he didn't know that at the time. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, trying not to stumble over his own feet as he apologized. "Not at all!" She answered cheerfuly, a stark contrast to Zabuza's mood at that moment, so he did his best to cheer up as well. "I'm Cosmos. Nice to meet you...?" She said, offering her hand. He stepped forwards and grasped it firmly, "Zabuza, it's good to meet you to. I'm sorry I can't stick around, but I have to head to school, and at this rate I'll be late." He said, letting go of her hand, and breaking into a run. "See you later!"
Ten minutes later, and late, he walked into his classroom. "Dammit, there you uare Zabuza! Still an underachiever I see, go stand in the damn hallway." His homeroom teacher, Mr. Odon yelled at him. It seemed to be his favorite hobby. He rolled his eye's as he turned away, and a waved hand caught his attention. He stopped dead in shock. Cosmos was in the class, sitting at her desk, without a drop of sweat. "How in the hell-?" He started to ask, but then a chalk eraser impacted the side of his head. "You, out!" Odon yelled at him again, and he made a hasty retreat into the hallway. "Bloody teachers." Zabuza muttered, "It's like that all have some kind of personal vendetta against me or something." There was a low cough beside him, "I don't think so." A girls voice said, Zabuza turned his head to see Cosmos standing beside him. "Sorry, you were late because I me." She smiled, knocking herself on the head, "I'll just stay out here and keep you company for a while." Zabuza's cheeks reddened slightly, but hopefully not noticeably. "Aaaah, alright then. But won't you miss the first day of classes?" He asked, Cosmos shrugged. "Who cares? Its all posturing and useless lectures the first day, its not like they teach you anything, only threaten against lowering your school's rating." She sighed, "Waist of time." She said, shaking her head sadly. "Uh, yeah." Zabuza responded quietly.
It felt good, and bad, to escape Cosmos later. She was a very beautiful girl, but her attention just made him blush, twist, and choke on his words. A situation he was more then used to, but would never be comfortable with. Though, admittedly, he was used to it because of the people that stole his lunch money and tried to shove him into his locker. Blissfully that couldn't be done this year, as he was to tall to fit. And also this school had some pretty damn small lockers. He usually went up to the roof at times like this, as generally, few people wanted to go up there. They preferred, as far as he could tell, to stay out on the grounds and socialize with their friends. He was on the roof eating his lunched when he discovered that this school, and its resident ***holes, had a special use for the roof. The door below him banged open, and he, being on top of the water tank, drew away from the edge to avoid being scene. Two third years and a second year came out onto the roof, the second year being dragged between the two of them. "We told you to pay up!" The larger of the two 3rd years said. A fairly tall youth with a very cut figure, anyone could tell this guy spent a lot of time at the gym by just looking at him. He had short brown hair, and dark brown eye's. He wore very light gray sunglasses, they hardly protected from the sun at all, and wore his dark blue school suit buttoned up tightly over his overlarge chest.
His smaller, slimmer companion, however, was far more reserved. He gave off a pressure that Zabuza had a habit of avoiding. He was one of the quiet ones, one of those that kept his mouth shut in basically all circumstances. Only when angered do they calmly take their hands out of their pockets, only to reveal they were covered with blood. He was trim, looked like he ran a lot, and his hands were wrapped. He wore his school uniform open at the front, revealing a white button shirt and a red silk tie. His eye's were dark blue, and his hair was blond. He had a slim, cool face, the kind you generally associated with fawning, and extremely annoying, packs of women. Zabuza inched lower. "I'm sorry! I'll pay you back next week I swear! I would've starved if I'd payed you know!" The younger man said, obviously panicked. His school jacket had been torn off, and he had a bruised cheek. Long curly, dark brown hair frameda rougish face, with dark ratlike eye's that darted everywhere, looking for escape. Zabuza bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably. A large bolt fell from the top of the tank, to the ground below. All three of them looked up at him quite suddenly.
"Oh shit!" Zabuza cursed, realizing he must've kicked the bolt down when he shifted. "Shit shit!" He said, hurrying down and looking for a way off the roof that he may have missed before. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the smaller bully say he'd take care of the other problem. Zabuza turned around to make a run from the door, only to find the smaller man in the way. He swallowed roughly, terrified out of his wits. "Good afternoon." He said, with a quite, oppressive voice. "My name is Alex. This is really nothing personal, but we need to be sure you don't talk." Out of nowhere, Zabuza was reeling, blood pouring from his nose. Alex shook his fist to get the blood off, then viciously kicked Zabuza in the balls. He fell to the ground, tears in his eye's, and curled into a ball. Alex sighed, and viciously stomped on Zabuza's kidneys until he felt himself cough up blood, then started to walk away. "Just don't say anything and this won't happen again alright?" Alex said over his shoulder. "You done yet Gyorou?" He asked the bigger, more gorilla like idiot. "Yeah we're good, he won't be late again." Gyorou said, standing over the younger, ratlike student, who was developing a fairly sizable pool of blood around his head. "He isn't dead." He said to Alex' questioning look, "But no guarintee's next time!" He yelled, giving the young student a kick to impress his point.
Blissfully, they left shortly after. Surprisingly, the ratlike student hopped to his feet, and wiped his face off like nothing happened. He walked over to Zabuza, "Sorry you got caught up in that. My name is Yoka Sashiri, you?" He asked, his voice, unlike his face, was deep and pleasant to the ear. When he wasn't mad with terror that is. "Zabuza." He coughed, "Why are you...?" He tailed off, Yoka shrugged. "Honestly, I was expecting this. He lifted up a baggy undershirt to show a thin layer of thickly compacted cotton. "It was only the ones in the face that hurt, and after all the previous 'warnings' I can kind of shrug those off. Save for the bruises." He said, wincing when he touched his cheek. "Come on, you're worse off than me. Lets get you down to the nurse." He said, tucking his head under Zabuza's arm and setting off down the stairs. "I'll explain later, classes start soon and you need to get cleaned up."
Half an hour later, Cosmos burst into the room, and looked around wildly for Zabuza. She winced when she saw him. His shirt was mysteriously missing, and his midsection and ribs were covered with bandages. His nose had just been reset, and he had a pinching bandage over the bridge to keep it that way. Nothing could really be done about his other bits, and he winced heavily when he stood or tried to walk. "Jesus are you alright?" She asked, concerned. She walked over to the side of his bed, and looked him over critially. "What happened?" She asked as she examined him, making his skin stand up, and thoroughly embarassing him, though she took no notice. "I..." He paused, "I fell down some stairs." She stopped, and slowly looked him in the eye. "Alright... Try to be more careful." She said, then grabbed her bag and took a piece of paper out. She scribbled something down on it, and put it on his bedside table. "Call me if you need help with anything, I'll give you the homework you missed to." She said, leaving the note on his bedside table. "Rest up and don't rush, it won't do you any good." She said, walking out of the room and heading to the next class. Zabuza let his head drop back down on the pillow, and reached over to grab the note off the nightstand.
Your a bad liar.
Go here if you want to become stronger.
[Map]
By the way, I wasn't kidding about the homework.
[Number]
See you tomorrow!
-Cosmos
Zabuza closed his eye's and wrested his fist on his head, note and all. "Apparently I need more practice." He whispered to himself, not sure whether he meant the lying, or what was suggested on the note.
Big, black, iron doors. In the evening light, they took on a rougish amber glow. They were plain, but obviously ancient, and intimidating. The compound, strangely, was in the middle of nowhere, and in the middle of the city. He suspected the acer-age was actually meant to be part of one of the larger parks, though the people there has simply refused to sell. Zabuza swallowed hard, but walked up and pushed against the doors anyways. Not surprisingly, they were heavy as hell, and he could not open the damn things. A dark haired head popped up over the top of the gate, "Sorry, it was barred on the inside, you should be able to get in now." A very dark, sensual voice said. Zabuza shivered, but tried again anyways. Once again, they would've budge an inch. He put his foot on it, and shoved. Nothing, save for falling in his behind. In a last ditch effort, he set his back against it, and dug in with his heels. The gate slammed open, he fell on his arse again. "What's taking so long?" The voice asked again, turning out to be a dark haired young lady in odd clothing. "Oh." She said, looking down at him. "Well you are a bit scrawny aren't you?" She said knowingly, helping him up.
She wore a short kimono, loose and inornate, she had two swords strapped across her back at the waist. "So? Why have you come here?" She asked curiously. "Uh," Zabuza swallowed, then bowed in front of the young lady. "My name is Zabuza Amarrius, I was told to come here if I wanted to become stronger!" The young lady hitched up a small smirk, "Well my name is Pheo Nigishi, and its nice to meet you. Are you really serious about becoming stronger?" She asked, Zabuza nodded resolutely. She looked him over, then shrugged, "Alright, come this way. We don't actually get many visitors anymore, so I don't mind." She smirked again, turning away, "It'll help pass the time." She put a strange emphasis on the word time. As they approached the main building, Zabuza noticed that it looked ancient as well. It looked, in all honestly, like an ancient japanese building, the kind that hadn't been build in years. At least, not as a home. It looked like an old fashioned dojo. "Kyorou! We have a guest!" Pheo called into the building. A tall man in a martial arts uniform with a great physique and cut muscles walked out of the building, he had short blond hair and looked to be on the younger side of thirty. Like most japanese, he had dark brown, expressive eye's. He also had a strong face with high cheekbones, and a square, though subtle, jawline. He smiled when he saw Zabuza, "Hello my young friend!" He said warmly, "What brings you here?" Zabuza took a deep breath, looking Kyorou in the eye's, and spoke, "To become stronger!" He said resolutely.
Chapter One: First Days of School, First Week of Hell
The alarmed clock went off, loudly and without any sort of hesitation. Zabuza slowly rolled over, his fist landing on it with a dull thump. He wearily swung out of bed as the noise cut off, stumbling across his dark room until he reached the drawn window drapes. He pulled them open, and blinked harshly against the light that suddenly invaded his eye's. Half blind, he stumbled across his dirty room towards the dressed, and started pulling his clothing on. He looked wearily at his backpack as he did so, wishing the first day of school had never come. Once he was finished dressing, he walked out of his dirty room, and into the bathroom just down the hall. Dark gray eye's stared glumly at him, from an average, almost un-noticable face. If you looked closely, he had some understated features that would fairly good looking, but most didn't. He wetted a comb, and proceeded too run it lazily through his ash blond hair, not paying it to much attention, as long as it didn't splay out crazily. His sister ran into the bathroom, and popped down on the toilet uncirmoniously. "Oi oi!" Zabuza yelled, stumbling away and closing the door on his sister, turning a frustrated scarlet. "Stop doing that, we aren't kids anymore!" He yelled through the door. "Good morning brother!" She called back, completely ignoring him, as usual. He scowled, grabbed his backpack, and headed downstairs.
He looked around the kitchen for some food, as his parents weren't there in the morning, for once. Usually they'd laze about, looking over his shoulder and questioning his every move. Or at least, his Father did. His Mother seemed to believe in him, though for what reason she differed from his Dad, he'd never found out. He settled for a grenola bar, and headed out the door, munching on it thoughtfully. Another year of being bullied, abused, hated, he hung his head. He wasn't in the least looking forward to this, sometimes he just wished he could run away, but he was more practical than that. He knew he'd need a way to take care of himself, money for clothing, food, and rent. Just a place to stay would be a good start, but he wasn't even old enough to get a job, no one would hire a fourteen year old. Not that he minded staying with his family, they were annoying, but loving. The only issue was school, where big rocks and his head seemed to be intimate, inseperable lovers. He turned the corner, and suddenly bumped into an old, old friend. Though he didn't know that at the time. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, trying not to stumble over his own feet as he apologized. "Not at all!" She answered cheerfuly, a stark contrast to Zabuza's mood at that moment, so he did his best to cheer up as well. "I'm Cosmos. Nice to meet you...?" She said, offering her hand. He stepped forwards and grasped it firmly, "Zabuza, it's good to meet you to. I'm sorry I can't stick around, but I have to head to school, and at this rate I'll be late." He said, letting go of her hand, and breaking into a run. "See you later!"
Ten minutes later, and late, he walked into his classroom. "Dammit, there you uare Zabuza! Still an underachiever I see, go stand in the damn hallway." His homeroom teacher, Mr. Odon yelled at him. It seemed to be his favorite hobby. He rolled his eye's as he turned away, and a waved hand caught his attention. He stopped dead in shock. Cosmos was in the class, sitting at her desk, without a drop of sweat. "How in the hell-?" He started to ask, but then a chalk eraser impacted the side of his head. "You, out!" Odon yelled at him again, and he made a hasty retreat into the hallway. "Bloody teachers." Zabuza muttered, "It's like that all have some kind of personal vendetta against me or something." There was a low cough beside him, "I don't think so." A girls voice said, Zabuza turned his head to see Cosmos standing beside him. "Sorry, you were late because I me." She smiled, knocking herself on the head, "I'll just stay out here and keep you company for a while." Zabuza's cheeks reddened slightly, but hopefully not noticeably. "Aaaah, alright then. But won't you miss the first day of classes?" He asked, Cosmos shrugged. "Who cares? Its all posturing and useless lectures the first day, its not like they teach you anything, only threaten against lowering your school's rating." She sighed, "Waist of time." She said, shaking her head sadly. "Uh, yeah." Zabuza responded quietly.
It felt good, and bad, to escape Cosmos later. She was a very beautiful girl, but her attention just made him blush, twist, and choke on his words. A situation he was more then used to, but would never be comfortable with. Though, admittedly, he was used to it because of the people that stole his lunch money and tried to shove him into his locker. Blissfully that couldn't be done this year, as he was to tall to fit. And also this school had some pretty damn small lockers. He usually went up to the roof at times like this, as generally, few people wanted to go up there. They preferred, as far as he could tell, to stay out on the grounds and socialize with their friends. He was on the roof eating his lunched when he discovered that this school, and its resident ***holes, had a special use for the roof. The door below him banged open, and he, being on top of the water tank, drew away from the edge to avoid being scene. Two third years and a second year came out onto the roof, the second year being dragged between the two of them. "We told you to pay up!" The larger of the two 3rd years said. A fairly tall youth with a very cut figure, anyone could tell this guy spent a lot of time at the gym by just looking at him. He had short brown hair, and dark brown eye's. He wore very light gray sunglasses, they hardly protected from the sun at all, and wore his dark blue school suit buttoned up tightly over his overlarge chest.
His smaller, slimmer companion, however, was far more reserved. He gave off a pressure that Zabuza had a habit of avoiding. He was one of the quiet ones, one of those that kept his mouth shut in basically all circumstances. Only when angered do they calmly take their hands out of their pockets, only to reveal they were covered with blood. He was trim, looked like he ran a lot, and his hands were wrapped. He wore his school uniform open at the front, revealing a white button shirt and a red silk tie. His eye's were dark blue, and his hair was blond. He had a slim, cool face, the kind you generally associated with fawning, and extremely annoying, packs of women. Zabuza inched lower. "I'm sorry! I'll pay you back next week I swear! I would've starved if I'd payed you know!" The younger man said, obviously panicked. His school jacket had been torn off, and he had a bruised cheek. Long curly, dark brown hair frameda rougish face, with dark ratlike eye's that darted everywhere, looking for escape. Zabuza bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably. A large bolt fell from the top of the tank, to the ground below. All three of them looked up at him quite suddenly.
"Oh shit!" Zabuza cursed, realizing he must've kicked the bolt down when he shifted. "Shit shit!" He said, hurrying down and looking for a way off the roof that he may have missed before. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the smaller bully say he'd take care of the other problem. Zabuza turned around to make a run from the door, only to find the smaller man in the way. He swallowed roughly, terrified out of his wits. "Good afternoon." He said, with a quite, oppressive voice. "My name is Alex. This is really nothing personal, but we need to be sure you don't talk." Out of nowhere, Zabuza was reeling, blood pouring from his nose. Alex shook his fist to get the blood off, then viciously kicked Zabuza in the balls. He fell to the ground, tears in his eye's, and curled into a ball. Alex sighed, and viciously stomped on Zabuza's kidneys until he felt himself cough up blood, then started to walk away. "Just don't say anything and this won't happen again alright?" Alex said over his shoulder. "You done yet Gyorou?" He asked the bigger, more gorilla like idiot. "Yeah we're good, he won't be late again." Gyorou said, standing over the younger, ratlike student, who was developing a fairly sizable pool of blood around his head. "He isn't dead." He said to Alex' questioning look, "But no guarintee's next time!" He yelled, giving the young student a kick to impress his point.
Blissfully, they left shortly after. Surprisingly, the ratlike student hopped to his feet, and wiped his face off like nothing happened. He walked over to Zabuza, "Sorry you got caught up in that. My name is Yoka Sashiri, you?" He asked, his voice, unlike his face, was deep and pleasant to the ear. When he wasn't mad with terror that is. "Zabuza." He coughed, "Why are you...?" He tailed off, Yoka shrugged. "Honestly, I was expecting this. He lifted up a baggy undershirt to show a thin layer of thickly compacted cotton. "It was only the ones in the face that hurt, and after all the previous 'warnings' I can kind of shrug those off. Save for the bruises." He said, wincing when he touched his cheek. "Come on, you're worse off than me. Lets get you down to the nurse." He said, tucking his head under Zabuza's arm and setting off down the stairs. "I'll explain later, classes start soon and you need to get cleaned up."
Half an hour later, Cosmos burst into the room, and looked around wildly for Zabuza. She winced when she saw him. His shirt was mysteriously missing, and his midsection and ribs were covered with bandages. His nose had just been reset, and he had a pinching bandage over the bridge to keep it that way. Nothing could really be done about his other bits, and he winced heavily when he stood or tried to walk. "Jesus are you alright?" She asked, concerned. She walked over to the side of his bed, and looked him over critially. "What happened?" She asked as she examined him, making his skin stand up, and thoroughly embarassing him, though she took no notice. "I..." He paused, "I fell down some stairs." She stopped, and slowly looked him in the eye. "Alright... Try to be more careful." She said, then grabbed her bag and took a piece of paper out. She scribbled something down on it, and put it on his bedside table. "Call me if you need help with anything, I'll give you the homework you missed to." She said, leaving the note on his bedside table. "Rest up and don't rush, it won't do you any good." She said, walking out of the room and heading to the next class. Zabuza let his head drop back down on the pillow, and reached over to grab the note off the nightstand.
Your a bad liar.
Go here if you want to become stronger.
[Map]
By the way, I wasn't kidding about the homework.
[Number]
See you tomorrow!
-Cosmos
Zabuza closed his eye's and wrested his fist on his head, note and all. "Apparently I need more practice." He whispered to himself, not sure whether he meant the lying, or what was suggested on the note.
Big, black, iron doors. In the evening light, they took on a rougish amber glow. They were plain, but obviously ancient, and intimidating. The compound, strangely, was in the middle of nowhere, and in the middle of the city. He suspected the acer-age was actually meant to be part of one of the larger parks, though the people there has simply refused to sell. Zabuza swallowed hard, but walked up and pushed against the doors anyways. Not surprisingly, they were heavy as hell, and he could not open the damn things. A dark haired head popped up over the top of the gate, "Sorry, it was barred on the inside, you should be able to get in now." A very dark, sensual voice said. Zabuza shivered, but tried again anyways. Once again, they would've budge an inch. He put his foot on it, and shoved. Nothing, save for falling in his behind. In a last ditch effort, he set his back against it, and dug in with his heels. The gate slammed open, he fell on his arse again. "What's taking so long?" The voice asked again, turning out to be a dark haired young lady in odd clothing. "Oh." She said, looking down at him. "Well you are a bit scrawny aren't you?" She said knowingly, helping him up.
She wore a short kimono, loose and inornate, she had two swords strapped across her back at the waist. "So? Why have you come here?" She asked curiously. "Uh," Zabuza swallowed, then bowed in front of the young lady. "My name is Zabuza Amarrius, I was told to come here if I wanted to become stronger!" The young lady hitched up a small smirk, "Well my name is Pheo Nigishi, and its nice to meet you. Are you really serious about becoming stronger?" She asked, Zabuza nodded resolutely. She looked him over, then shrugged, "Alright, come this way. We don't actually get many visitors anymore, so I don't mind." She smirked again, turning away, "It'll help pass the time." She put a strange emphasis on the word time. As they approached the main building, Zabuza noticed that it looked ancient as well. It looked, in all honestly, like an ancient japanese building, the kind that hadn't been build in years. At least, not as a home. It looked like an old fashioned dojo. "Kyorou! We have a guest!" Pheo called into the building. A tall man in a martial arts uniform with a great physique and cut muscles walked out of the building, he had short blond hair and looked to be on the younger side of thirty. Like most japanese, he had dark brown, expressive eye's. He also had a strong face with high cheekbones, and a square, though subtle, jawline. He smiled when he saw Zabuza, "Hello my young friend!" He said warmly, "What brings you here?" Zabuza took a deep breath, looking Kyorou in the eye's, and spoke, "To become stronger!" He said resolutely.