The Man with Rage in his Eyes and Sand in his Shoes!

Voltaire sighed in annoyance, simply failing to wrap his head around how any young child could think so damned highly of themselves when they were in a situation this bad. One would think that this situation would inspire some sort of humility, but this insolent little brat was going to get caught red handed for murder and then call him disrespectful. To be entirely honest, it was mind blowing, especially to the man who so deeply believed that he had seen it all already. "It is not my place," he told the blood thirsty boy who apparently thought he was something special, "to respect a man who murders my villagers. I will however, tell you my name, not out of respect, but because an enforcer of the law should not be hiding his identity outside of under cover cases. I am Voltaire Hayashi, Jounin of Sunagakure with mastery both over the bodies of mannequins and over those of human beings. And I will be teaching you a lot of things, because if you are to be allowed to live then you are not to leave my sight for any duration of time. I will teach you anything you'd like to know, as your sensei, if you can play nicely with others for just a while." Voltaire really could not get over how much he hated this kid, but he thought back to his god mother and how somebody had once given him a chance to not be violent. Now he was a doctor, so maybe this kid had a shot too. He didn't want to leave him high and dry. He also felt that there had been to much death today. He liked the blood and the exercise of killing, but the aftermath always made him feel depressed.

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Sachio had been atop a building positioned to face the soon stetting sun that would signal the cooling period of the day. It was always a sight to see. Sunagakure evolved at night. Rather than the bright vibrant yellow feel the place had due to the sun reflecting off the sand, not correlating with happiness, at night the place adapted a deep blue feel to it. Calmed and incognito. The lights that came on also added to this feel, small orbs and rectangles of illumination, may they be hanging as lanterns outside of homes or the lit windows of homes. Sachio was currently working on a new piece, he was a painter, but rather than the norm he was painting the landscape. The norm being scenes of violence and war and things of that nature. His strokes were paced and well thought about before being made. Just about halfway done, moving in for another stroke and a cry of sheer terror for one's life painted the air with a pang of red. Oh so vibrant it touched Sachio's soul and moved him internally due to being in his artistic mindset.

The red manifested itself with Sachio's lips curled into a painful falsified smile only able to be birthed through the thoughts of strangulation that flashed through his mind. Someone would pay and such a thing wasn't but a small distance away. About three buildings to be precise, at least that's what Sachio had assumed given he saw a man dart towards such a direction, said direction being where the sound of bloody murder was expelled from. Carefully, but speedily, Sachio moved from one rooftop, to one more, then to one last one. All his leaps ending in safe landings, before the next, until his last one where he stopped to assess the situation. Given the lighting with the sun cast in front of him his shadow was cascading behind him and with him facing this man in the doorway in the white, Sachio would basically be hidden. His landing had been silent and he was also crouched low down. The only issue was that he couldn't see beyond the man, what was in the room through the doorway he was blocking. With his attention turned towards whatever was occurring inside, Sachio figured he'd move to position himself to get a better look. Slowly and quietly Sachio moved through hand seals at half speed. Given the recent scream the area was stricken with silence still to this moment, save for those who were talking over the murder of a chef. Sachio could hear all their words and boy was it interesting. After three hand seal, Sachio still silently executed the transformation technique. His disguise, a typical looking cat. Lithely leaping off the building into an alleyway safely, Sachio had the man in the white coat still in front of him simply across the road which was about 8m in width and surprisingly desolate. Thank god for them that it was.

Words about a knife, then the clatter of said object as it hit the floor, Sachio could make the shapes out and see the scene unfold and rewind in his mind with his assumption of what happened. Said assumption was that this boy, whom Sachio faintly recognized both having been a Genin at the same time, had apparently murdered this man laying on the floor and this man in the doorway was going to apprehend him. Sachio took the time to lay down on the floor mimicking a cats napping position, save for the fact his eyes were closed as he laid in the shadows of the alleyway. He always enjoyed drama and boy was this going to be a good one that hopefully ended in the death of the one whom was obviously guilty. The situation played out further however and Sachio found it quite amusing, the fact the boy was spared rather than pummeled into the ground and slaughtered like the scum he was for killing an innocent. To each his own though correct? Sachio didn't see why the Jounin who claimed to be quite akin to the winter in the Land of Iron had spared the boy, but it wasn't Sachio's business . . . or was it? Sachio felt he had seen enough with that, it didn't look like any death would be dealt out today and such a thing was disappointing and a traitorous act in Sachio's book and probably the book of many others. However the artist did get some inspiration for a new piece to paint, because the situation did have many flavors to it. Logging the images he saw and emotions he felt before he moved in fear of agitating the artistic vision he had and agitating the mental logs of this scene in general, Sachio then stood on all fours, still in his cat form, and departed. His route of departure down through the alley, opposite the way the man Voltaire Hayashi was.
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Thinking about the deal that was purposed to him, Satsujin would nod his head in acceptance. "I dont see a reason as to why I should die for killing this man or the others before him as they all needed to die but I like your deal." His mind was just wondering about the skills Voltaire truly possessed and medical knowledge would only increase his skills in combat as one could pinpoint the way to dismatle a body. "So what you want me to call you. Voltaire or just simply sensei?" Slamming his hand against the able creating a loud bang. "Ha I got it first thing first. I want to know more about the human anatomy."

Voltaire began to let out a sigh of deep relief and then caught himself, realizing that in deciding that he did not want the stress of killing another child he had opened up the doors to let in a stress of a much higher level. He was now a mad man's baby sitter, but there were worse fates by far, so he decided that he could find some way to accept this one. The boy could also prove extremely useful in the future. The only question at hand now was whether or not he could really control the flame that he just captured. If he could not then he would just kill a criminal and boost his reputation even further, so there was really no possible bad side.

Voltaire smirked at the comment about how the man deserved to die, because in the eyes of Voltaire Hayashi people deserved to live or die depending upon how useful they were to him and how similar they were to him. Sunagakure no Sato citizens got to live in his book and as did those who served under him. Doctors were allowed to live because it was their job to decide who got to live or die and without them the world was just full of buffoons like this guy trying to thin their own numbers out. Now that Voltaire had one of those buffoons under his control, it was like he was one step closer to doing more than just playing God in this sandy Hell. "You may call me Dr. Hayashi Sensei, and I hope you know that my education on the human body goes beyond kill shots. I can cripple, torture, kill, maim, and undo all of them in one sense or another."

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Looking over at his new teacher, Satsujin would lift his fingers into his mouth one by one as he began to bite off his finger tips. "So Dr. Hayashi Sensei, I like the sound of that". His mouth now covered in blood he keep proceeding to bite off his finger tips before slamming his bleeding hands down on the table writing out the word Kill over and over. "You know whats gonna be so fun about me being around you." Getting out his chair Satsujin would grip on the back tightly "We are gonna have so much fun"! he said with a big blood covered smile on his face. Satsu would release the chair pushing it back up under the table before he would begin to walk towards Voltaire. " Dr. Hayashi Sensei Whats next"?

Hayashi, Voltaire grinned a devil's grin and walked only a step towards the young boy, still not wanting to leave the doorway quite yet; this punk was obviously a flight risk, even if he was interested in what he was saying. It was really never wise, even for a Shinobi ranked Jounin or even Kage, to trust a murderer. The thing about them was that once they have done it once you can know without any real doubt that they would be willing to kill. That put your head on the chopping block too. Voltaire knew that he had to explain the death of the man as well and he could not have village resources wasted on the search of a murder that Voltaire could make not exist to any forensics search. He decided that the only thing he could do was announce to the village what the boy has done and then make it known to them that he is to be kept under his protective services, not because he feels that the boy could be useful, though that would be a far more honest telling, no, but that he felt that he was too dangerous for the prison of Sunagakure no Sato. He would say that since he was a medical ninja he felt that only he could handle the boy because his problem was not a criminal nature, but criminal insanity, and insanity was an illness without a cure, a cancer of one's behavior. That would make him indisputably a worthy candidate for a few tests of Voltaire's. He would have him stay in the hospital basement, just next to the morgue. It would look like a prison cell to the outside world, but he knew he could make it paradise for the boy. He would even be able to use those finger tips to make it look like he had been in a fight with the boy!! "Next," he said with an outstretched hand and a grin meant only for the devil to wear, "You spit those finger tips out into my palm, and follow me, and I will become a God, and you my glorious Devil, and we will rule this nation and all others. If you stay with me there will be moments that look dark but I swear I will make your wildest dreams come true."

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Listening to Voltaire, he would smile even more brightly as he liked what he just heard. As he think about what that meant he could visualize bodies stacked up hacked away by his blades. Pools of blood surrounding him as he bent down to drink the blood. Satsujin was getting turned on by the thoughts in his mind as he would look down to Voltaire hand and spit the fingertips out of his mouth. "I like the sound of that". He would drop down to one knee as he bowed his head in respect. "Till I feel like it I swear my life to you Dr. Hayashi Sensei". Satsujin would look up towards Voltaire ready to do anything the man would ask of him.

Voltaire accepted the finger tips graciously and excitedly, knowing that these were his tools against the whole world and anything anybody had to say contrary to his good name and honor. They would defend him against the nay sayers and those who opposed his great empire in the making. And the blood on the boy's face would make it look like Voltaire had struck him. This was no longer a dangerous brat to Voltaire, not exclusively anyway, this was not just a pawn either, Voltaire had found his rook, an ace in the hole for dark times. This was beyond perfect. Every hero needed a villain, and if they were in metaphorical bed together, then all the better. That way he got to write both sides of the novel that would be the future history book of Sunagakure no Sato, or even the world at this rate. He grinned and turned around as he said, That is EXACTLY, what I want to hear, my new favorite pupil. When we get where we are going I swear that we are on the same side. You just have to keep trusting me for an hour or two tops, and then it will start to make sense again. Now come!" he said as he turned around and began walking out towards the center of the village, "We have chaos to bear!"

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The smile on his face not going away, Satsujin would stand up and look back at the dead man before following behind Voltaire. His mind filled with even more thoughts about carnage and chaos he and his new sensei would create. Satsu found himself humbled as he found something almost like a father figure to him and if anything like his real father how great it would feel to break him one day. But til then Satsujin would follow behind Voltaire and leave a bloody mess at any place he would tell him to. Placing his hands behind his head "Lets Go" as he and Voltaire advanced to their destination.

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