Place your bids:The Final Trigger vs. Rain Man

  The train slowly stopped in the subway station with a irritating slurch as the computerized communications had been notified that this was the trains next stop. As soon as it stopped ,about 1.57 seconds later ,the doors opened widely and the people rushed out attempting not to run over anyone as the oncomers rushed in. It only took a couple of seconds for the normal eye ,but if your vision was perfect you saw it as if for minutes, you would notice the neat shoes that look like they were bought yesterday and the shoes that were raggedy, you would see the faces as people thought of their day.

    It was a Cell Membrane so to say which was found in plant and animal cells. The Oxygen came in because of it being needed and then when not was thrusted out at the next stop, but without this philosophy or this ability to see you wouldn't have great idea about this subject at all.

  Lifting from the cold matallic chair plastered to the wall across from the train, Akango slowly brushed away through the people running up the stairs, and stopped at the ledge of the first step. The sun was just emerging and well ,Akango had been in the tunnel for almost several hours just thinking and watching silently as people went about their own individual day.Finally stepping on the first step with his left foot he started up the thirty foot step climb passing nothing but regular everyday people.
 
    Akango didn't wish to be like them, they were bored, he knew they wouldn't admit it but the reasons they actually got up for in the morning wern't for their own accomplishments.It was for the boss that ordered them around hopeing to make them quite in a moments notice so he wouldn't have to pay for that week, or other things like; getting a girlfriend that special ring ,etc.  Lashing onto the top step ,the clostrophobia of being inside the tunnel seceeded and  Akango's snow white jacket that covered almost his whole body wrapped around his body.

   Taking a sharp turn to the right letting the sun hit his back he emerged into a alleyway and slowly turned another corner until there were more various ways to turn. Looking up from thinking he noticed to men huddled in a corner screaming intentivly at one another.

" Mother f#cker, give me my f#cking money, I ain't going to play wit you." yelled a man built to perfection with muscles bunching from every part of his body , the most noticeable being a vein ranging from his neck to his right arm. He was holding the man about a foot of the ground with his back to Akango not seeing him.

" D-D-Dude, I don't have it, you said tomorrow, why today? ....D-D-Don't k-ki-kill me please. I got a family to look after , I got alot to think of but this isn't what I planned to be in at my age." remarked the scrawner man attempting to wiggle his feet to touch the ground again.

" To late bastard, get ready to die." Taking out his pistol with his right hand he still held the scrawny man and pushed the gun into the mans mouth." This is what you get, and yeah i'm going to go get your girl and do the same." Then with one decisive shot he let one square bullet fly out of the gun and with the speed it impacted the back of the head causing blood to splatter into it and across the floor.

    Dropping the lifeless body ,the muscular man turned and seeing Akango, widened his eyes before jumping back. Knowing that Akango could end up telling the police he put the gun up towards him. " I'ma shoot you to mutha-." The muscular man wasn't able to finish though because as soon as he had started to pull on the trigger Akango ran towards the left wall and then jumped off of it doing several sommersaults before landing behind him. Wrapping his neck around the mans kneck he whispered silently." I would of left you alone and dissappeared from your life ,most likely, forever, I don't have problem with people killing, but putting a gun up to me isn't the best thing. Your dead now. You like to kill people, how does it feel?"
 
   Before letting the man anwser back he pulled out a Kunai and slashed his neck putting one line straight through it. Watching as the blood spluttered out Akango dropped the body and then moved his hands into signs before muttering out."Katon, Fire blowing jutsu." Moving his hands out the way he lurched forwards and exhaled pure fire through his mouth disinigrating both bodies and the trash around the area. Stopping small fires erupted in various places but all in all the place was black with sute except for the pistol which the man had dropped ,luckily, right underneath Akango.

   With no facial expression he stepped over the almost crumbled black boned body and turned his corner. Finally near the escape ladder he had been wishing to go up Akango slowly force his Chakra into his feet causing a crimsion red / gold yellow color that he could see. Putting his left food on the wall he latched onto it and with his right pushed up the wall. Running up it he stopped before the ledge and caught it with both of his hands. Pulling himself up he sat on the ledge taking a couple of deep breaths from the Chakra he had been using.

   Getting up he pushed the Kunai into his pocket and unzipped his jacket. Pulling the left side he grabbed his mahogony mask and put it over his face. It was painted in a Dragon style picture with shades of reds ,yellows ,and, occasionally some black for outlining and other handiworks. Walking over to the corner of the the building he stood there. The wind bustled into his hair and clothes causing them to rustle forwards and back without much work. Wind beating in his ear he looked down. The people below looked normal but there was one person who looked suspicious , out of place, and before Akango could examine him alittle more he turned a corner into the building. 

   Stopping he processed this and began to run scenarios of what he shoudl do, what if the man noticed him, what if he confronted peacfully, but above all the confronting kicking a$$ and taking names was better. Turning around to his back away from the emptiness of the sky he took one step off of the ledge which was about three feet and then started to the door.

  Standing by the doorway Akango looked fierce. His mind was locked. Whoever that was ,was going to be tough. He didn't seem to be bored with life, almost reborn. He still had a mentallity of a broken past but was living the future. He was a totally different opponent then what Akango had done to the muscular man in the alleyway, the one there had no sense of pride. He had seemed to be living his life from day to day, knowing he could get caught in his act. He was a complete disgrace. Akango didn't know the true meaing of life but he usually thought of what it was and who basically used it the best.It was the whole idea of Life or Bio. Life to him was just there. It was your enjoyment to use and to use well, it wasn't just for a couple of tragic minutes your bound to get in your lifetime ,it was more.

   Blocking the thoughts of life and what it was from his mind, he fixed the strap around his head ,which held his mask in place. Making sure it was on right ,to set a good example , he flexed his hands and waited. Listening carfully he could hear the footsteps of the man who had come into the building. Knowing it would be dark he spread his eyes wide and waited a moment for them to turn blood red. His sharingan would give him the ability to see a persons Chakra.Even if they didn't know they had it within them it was dormant therefor letting him see the hues around their body. Everyones was a different color ,although there were occansions where they were the same.

   Now with his eyes blood red , three dots in each, he sloshed his neck side to side and listened to the menacing cracks. Slipping his hand onto the rusted door knob he twisted it to the right and pulled it. Amazingly though the handle only moved with him and as he pulled it just unhinged and held in his grip. Fusteration had already got to Akango, one fight is all he wanted and he couldn't get a damn door open." Damn, what the hell, screw this. I'ma bout to blow a f#cking hole through this sh!t." Pulling his left hand back ,still concealed in the jacket he motioned with one hand the hand signs for the technique ,then quickly he spoke irritated." Chakra Skalpel jutsu" As the chakra started to build around his pulled back hand he pushed it forward with a increase in ferocity.

   The iinitial shock didn't hurt. As his hand blasted into the metal door a dent the size of Iceland on a map appeared ,the door as hard as it look ,burst, unhinged towards the wall . After hitting the wall it bounced off of it and rolled loudly down the steps until it hit the end of the particullar part of the flight. Waiting a moment his hand stopped glowing with chakra and during that the pain had dispated so he could only see what his hand looked like.Taking a large step through the, once there, door he stopped immediatly and turned. It had been dark like he had thought, a couple lights here and there but it was light enough for just a flicker of anyones shadow to be seen.

   Taking a couple of steps down the flight he looked down and focused. His opponent was good, almost a ghost ,but not to perfect. Even within the shadows chakra could be seen. It wasn't like some hammy-down pair of pants, it was a specially learned art that took mental, physical , and internal training , which, in turn was harder said than done. Making sure his new found interest wasn't going to pull some funny trick he continued down the stairs and started to reminisce about his past life or lifes so to say. As he was or his sould was hundreds of years old.

  Thinking of himself he began to silently talk in his mind. I remember, it was a vague time back then. Ninja everywhere. Of course that was in 1212 and I was a mere teenager but the deal I made with one person changed my life. I remember him, he was Sanumasura, he promised me life eternal. Never told me the affects though. Even through my body my soul would live on after his expirement which was a success. I didn't know it had been until I was killed in the line of battle about fourty years later. My soul , along with my memories, extracted themselfs from my battered body and found another kindered being to hold my dormented soul. It devoured the one inside of the body, not to my likeing, and then nestled itself sweetly into the body ,through the ear if i remember right.Then I started a new life and learned more Jutsu's until here. 2008 , i'm basically a master in the arts of Jutsu, the Eight Gates , and Taijutsu. I have a balanced affinity with everything and to everyone i'm a true master. It's been almost 800 years but, hell, i'm still alive and this body has lasted me about 200 years already. Never aged thanks to my jutsu's that I preform on myself daily , my skin is clear, i'm calm, cool, and most of all , collected. The only thing wrong with me is the scar running from my lower left cheeck to the bottom of my face.