The life of Yama was a sad and very lonely one. A boy misunderstood with no immediate family. Now growing into being a man, he has no wife and works doing side jobs rather than ninja missions in his free time. He was an artist, who was very dedicated too his craft of making marionettes. A lost trade among Hyuuga that he inherited off of his immediate family who some of those had difficulty activating their Byakugan and had taken to using a long line of hair orientated jutsus to great degrees of skill. They would use them mostly for sensory techniques which would grant them the ability to detect in a similar fashion to that of the other more main family Hyuuga. Some rare ones like him and his sister gaining the ability to use the famed dojutsu were seen as prodigies in their youth as they seemingly had an instinctual drive to learn and develop ninjutsu that worked with their inherited Jyuuken techniques. Despite this, That was a long time ago and Yama had lost some of the shine of his potential. He had spent a lot of time simply learning how to make puppets, rather than work on his ninja skills. It could be said that back when he was a student and graduated two years ahead of his class, he was sharper and more on the ball. With the loss of his immediate family though, even with his willpower. Had made him depressed, As much as he would like to be more capable of achieving his goals, he would spend a long time feeling numb, worthless and cursed. Like a victim, he would feel that the world had turned against him on the day that his sister passed. It effected his processing skills mentally, It had caused him to be unable to preform some of the most basic jutsu even in his 20s. He had done a lot of things to cope with the pain of loss but they all seemed to push more and more people away from him. He felt trapped in a shell of flesh that should of died with his family. He was kicked out of several squads just due to him not meshing well. Someone who was his age, should have a far more develop Byakugan, Especially one with his initial talent for Jyuuken that allowed him to graduate from the academy so young. This is why he was mostly known around town as the shame of the Hyuga clan. Despite this, the resentment grew to change him in someone who doesn't care or appreciate the rules that people make for him. He would break the rules to live a life worth living for him and he would allow no one to stop him. He would not dedicate his skills purely to ninjutsu anymore, he would begin to become a master carpenter capable of recreating the cherished loved ones that he had lost. He would spend many sleepless nights studying and studying, all of that talent being poured into refining the ability or the dream that he could be one day closer to them. Today, he has made two working ninja tool puppets based on the designs of them from memory. However in the determined passion to reach the goal he had lost a bit of his sanity. He wouldn't even really know what they looked like anymore, It was so long ago that nowadays.
Does he really remember who his family was? What they looked like exactly? His mind had gone under a lot of stress and trauma and depression that, It wasn't all that clear nowadays. He would often pick up strange hobbys that he would follow with a feverish passion to complete now and again that really could get him in trouble. One day he wanted to go grave robbing, He investigated where some of the ninja bodies were stored and he did all that it could take to go in and get a body that he could use to research but he didn't. The idea was completely ridiculous as well, He couldn't maintain the bodys and stop them smelling. Within the Hyuga compound one must deal with living in a place where there are no walls. There is no privacy, however despite some of them being able to see him within every waking moment he is in the compound. They know deep down in their hearts, that he must be doing something that they can't see.. the reason why though is.. all the crimes are within his head, his imagination. They did have some things to say about the puppets though, they found quite dishonorable that he would specialize in foreign copied techniques that do not represent the might of the Hyuga clan. So he was interrogated a few times, All of his answers quite suspicious but who were they really to tell him how and how not to mourn his family. Part of him, just wanted to be understood and accepted, The constant judgement and disappointment of others really did have an effect on him. Despite being a prodigy within the academy, they would often bully him for being a little bit off. If they couldn't beat him at talent, They could surely beat out and mock his feelings. Back when he was young, He couldn't really think of his nindo when they talked about it in class but if he would say now it was probably to make his family proud of him. The fact his extended family does not appreciate him does not bother him as much. In ways he was still young at heart and playing with his emotions now was the only thing that made him feel like he was still alive. That he was still human if he were to feel things like happiness or fear, often noting them. He kept most of his records about how he felt and his activities in his sketch book. He needed to note a lot things down, he had to give a purpose as to why he carries around puppets, he had to make them into ninja tools. He often longed to be held or hugged when he was alone so he went about designing them around, enclosing on the enemy. Hugging them is how he would put it, someone else might say entrapping them and smothering them. The family members he designed these around were the females in his immediate family, he felt the female aspects of hugging fit them quite well. Perhaps when he made his father they would be more of a combat orientated model rather than one that was based around a quirky gimmick that he had became quite fond of during his contemplation. He wanted to bring them to life in his own way, the inner workings of a puppet was a hard one. For a normal ninja, who doesn't have to think about mechanisms and engineering it could possibly bore them to tears. However for the sad little Yama he found himself gaining a sense of intuitive aptitude.
There was a joy for working hard for something he found in working on them, though many wouldn't call him a genius for with what he has accomplished in combat efficiency, they however might perhaps be blown away by the accuracy of the design of the models in terms of height and shape. He made all of the pieces individually, purchasing wood to work with and tools to use to put them together. Long nights spent twiddling away. He could very well still be a genius, He just needed the inspiration to become determined about improving his abilities. He had long started to suspect that they would stop putting him in squads or assigning him any missions, he was very much worried about this as he needed the money to maintain his mother and sister and make improvements on them. Some things he has asked for in their creation, they have in fact been completely denied from purchase due to his rank and track record as a ninja. The last draft for a chunin exam, he never made it too the cut as he was not part of a squad and every single other attempt at the exam he had failed or got his team disqualified due to some seemingly deliberate error. This was all part of his ruse though, he knew that one day to accomplish his nindo he would in fact perhaps need to make himself a criminal of Konoha. In that event, he would be hunted and killed for his crimes. He would need to bide his time and learn how to defend himself, Yes in fact he was generally more skilled than most ninja in ninpou and taijutsu. He was even capable of learning Genjutsu if he really buckled down and put his mind to it. However he didn't want to draw attention to himself, he was happy waiting for as long as it took for him to feel comfortable to achieve his goals. What could be his crimes you ask? Well he had grown to watch people without their permission and he had heard of an illegal form of puppetry in the land of Suna. In Suna puppetry was very much so quite common, there had been statements that he had heard from passing ninja and those he had interacted with there away on missions and that was that there was in fact a craft of puppet made out of a human body. That information probably was what was most harmful too the psyche of Yama, He would research practitioners and if that act was possible by his methods.
Researching the jutsu took a lot of detective work to track down, him questioning some people on the subject that he knew had information about Iijutsu or the puppetry techniques. The legality of the technique was a double edged sword, though information of it's practice and method was forbidden and hidden, the practitioners deaths and incarceration was easier to find. Then he would use the names of these individuals and what he could find in the bingo books about them to research their creations. Achieving the ability to make human puppets, it would make him one step closer too his dream. He would often do his research in public library as he could never be caught with such notes in the Hyuga compound. He would memorize the information to memory, Never wanting to leave anything behind so he may be caught. To others in his squads, he always came off as a goof with a sense of humor, some more perceptive could always gain that he was always sort of off. He would never work as a team and seemingly in sparring he would come at his teacher and fellow squad members with an almost homicidal intent, however he'd always brush it off as nothing but an accident. The last big accident was the one that left him without as squad for the chunin exam last time. He had trapped one of his peers forelegs in a bare trap like apparatus that he was testing out in a spar. He was over come with a strange blood lust because the young 12 year old boy was able to strike him on the chin, something he did not quite enjoy too much. It was very much unlike him to snap at fellow peers. He resigned himself following and tended to the boy's wound after the event, them often asking him why he quit the squad. Maintaining his identity was key for his survival and he had became so paranoid that he'd become somewhat of a coward. Not wanting to risk anything in the slightest.
To one viewing him from the outside it really was hard to interpret Yama, He really wasn't one of your run of the mill Hyuga. There weren't many of the prodigys like him in Konoha, He could probably be referred to as a failure. Himiko might of seen him several times whilst living at the compound, minding his own business. It was usually advised by most Hyuuga to stay away from him if at ever possible. His bloodline cursed. However beyond that he was somewhat considered a handy man. He was capable of dealing with anyone's need with help with ninja tool maintenance in return for a simple sum of a few yen. He uses most of this yen to pay his rent and keep his workshop within the Hyuga compound. He was somewhat like a creepy janitor or a foreman that just seemed to skulk in the corner of one's eyes or in the distance. He made puppets in his workshop resembling both his sister and mother in appearance. Not that any of the people of the Hyuga could remember how they looked. A lot of them were ashamed of him only being Genin for a total of ten years now. He was happy just being at the bottom of the card when it came to Ninja. Idley biding his time and waiting for the day that he can realize his dream. Until then everything would go into attaining that dream no matter what. In that way he had the will of fire. Was he a ticking time bomb? Was what he did ethical... or right? Is he criminal... does he have the intention to harm others. These things always came up in his head but they never sparked shame. He didn't take being a ninja very seriously. He was more than a ninja. He was an artist, A carpenter, A sculpter and a craftsman more than anything. The only thing that gave him solace is that perhaps he could make some form of thing that would in fact make him not feel so alone..Nothing really seemed to help him nowadays. Sleepless nights knowing the ones that he loved could possibly never come back was what made him into the creature he is. Slowly but surely he would achieve his goals.
"Look sister... How pretty..."
He often spoke a lot to his sister when he was alone or excited. It comforted him, it made him feel safe. He liked to role play that she was still there watching him and keeping him safe from all that would harm him. I mean, if god exists, he would know all the sins that he had imagined doing in the sake of his nindo and of course they had done nothing to stop him thus far. So that would mean it was ok, His sister Tama was protecting him from all the bad evils that could prevent him from his true, Pure and honest way of life. Though people might not understand, he considered them philistines. Not that he would say this too their face mind you, he kept that too himself. He did not need to be understood, Perhaps if they did, they would shun him and hurt him. He couldn't deal with the hassle, what if they thought his research was a crime. Was stalking a crime? He really didn't take the time to check but here he was, day 2 of following a teenager around the woods. If he were to get caught... the excitement made him feel alive...
It was getting farther into the day, The travels his research requires had ended up in his person being quite awhile away from Konoha. Just like the day before when he watched the ninja fail the technique, Oh how much he wanted to save her when she hurt her precious skin and face. It was unacceptable, even though he could of came out of the bushes... what could she of thought of him? She'd be keeping an eye on him from then, that was also unacceptable. His beloved muse always seemed to keep moving, It was quite the bother. The shade and the surrounding foliage made great cover and shielding from sight for an experienced Genin like himself to track down his muse him believing it was enough for Himiko not to notice him the previous day. She wasn't one who had achieved the ability to keep her Byakugan on for any length of time longer than himself so the potential that she would see him due to the distance between them was fairly small unless she were to perhaps look directly at him. They were all alone... seemingly. She was all alone directly where he might want her... if he wanted to kill her. He had though about homicide ever since he seen her heavenly like figure. It had drove him to come out all the way here. If he could just decapitate the head... he could put a puppet head on it... It be oh so fine. He didn't quite like the face though.. Such a dark face... stern. He knew that she probably could of never of seen him watching her. He remembered only the kindness of his sister so that dark angry like appearance had to go. Was it all a persona though? He would have to peel back the skin and see what's underneath that mask.
"Her body would do good... to bring you back to glory..."
Yama wasn't one to rest though when his curiosity had been peaked, he had a lot of research to do. Little did one of his cousins know was that they had became a big subject of their research. Yesterday, he noticed a young girl that reminded him of his sister from across the courtyard within the Hyuga complex, Ever since then he has been taking his time to procedural stalk her between what ever small jobs he had that day. Upon looking on her small frame and face in private, he could note all of them down in his sketch book. He would sketch out every single inch of her body, top to bottom. Record her Katon Affinity, Her time using the Byakugan, every single limb measurement plus overall height. The whole task of researching had started to have an effect on the cobwebs in his head, The more he did it the faster he could do it. The more he tried to remember between odd jobs at home, the more clear the image of her stood in his head. He particularly was not one of the kinds of folk who would allow such a beautiful specimen get out his sight even if he was tired, Yama had taken the initiative to begin watching his precious cousin. When she decided to leave Konoha, he would also begin to follow post haste as he was not done with his sketchs. Perhaps he could catch her in a moment of weakness as well... do the decapitate thing... or better yet. He was thinking of homicide again... it was bad. He had to stop thinking of murder all of the time he got excited. Knock her out and do some sketchs when she's still, if she is unconscious she wouldn't do all this running about and the like. She could possibly use up all of her chakra reserves training by herself... that could knock her out and then he wouldn't have to do the act himself... or she could knock herself out with the flames... so many ways he could be innocent and he'd get his research. His imagination was running. Oh how she was so cute. Yama was not really one for girls, He was very much the kind of person who was married to his craft, However in his 20's now he was very much growing towards the kind of person who had quite a strange reason for liking others. For example, the reason why this research gave him such joy, the idea of getting caught often made his heart and mind race, She could look at him at any time and what would he have to say? Nothing much... she could catch him more than once? Would she stop a fellow ninja? It all made his imagination race. He'd often like to imagine it as he went about his business the thought of himself being caught, the emotions that would surge through him and make him feel so alive. He often liked studying the female cousins of his, He much yearned to find one that would help also his mother come to life again. He didn't talk about this with others, yet he would often bring his puppets out of his family in public and speak too them affectionately. He was known for that at least, He liked hiding in plain sight for all to see. In his sketch book he had a lot of people in Konoha that he had studied for his research fully complete. He often would stand outside the bath houses and look in with his Byakugan and note down all of their features. His sketch book being found could likely lead him into trouble, but with the fact that he sculpts marionettes he had an alibi.
Seemingly when they came to the clearing where she would train, it would seem as if she had began to believe she was all alone in the area by herself and the quiet of the woods, how wrong she was to come to that conclusion. How naive, He worried now if he was a little bit more broken how vulnerable she could be in a situation like this, That was not allowed. He would need to make sure she was safe, He wasn't able to cast Iijutsu yet so, if she were to do something like get injured! All the way out here, Who would make sure that she was ok... Who would make sure she was safe he thought. He was a good cousin, Better than she deserved. He was very appalled about the burns on her body that she retained as well from the night before, having much distaste for them, Burns on the face were very unladylike. How could she risk doing such dangerous ninjutsu when she has her family worrying about her, coming out here all alone no less and preforming them. He did understand though a little, The embarrassment of perhaps being seen as a failure in front of others and how difficult it would be to shake their opinion. Perhaps they were more a like than he had originally though in the first place, she was quite old for a genin now.. and she wasn't married like he was. Perhaps they were destined to walk similar paths in the future, Yama could not see what was in the future. The burns were kind of why he wanted to decapitate her, That would teach them for bruising themselves in the after life. They would know the next time in their reincarnation not to leave themselves in a situation like this. She would lay out a scroll and begin practicing hand seals from the day before, watching her he could not help but clasp his hands and pray that she would succeed, he really wished she wouldn't hurt herself once more. He could not help but notice the specific seals out in his head as he watched. He didn't note them down or know specifically what they were for but his mind was getting quicker due to all the excitement and activity that was going on, it seemed that in all his study, contemplation and excitement that it had begun to make him think quicker. What a thrill, In silence and the darkness of the shade. Though perhaps not really, his mind was racing... his heart was racing with excitement. His thoughts felt so clear, what would he do to chase this feeling more and more. He would have to make this a hobby. After the first attempt, he calmed down a little, by around the fifth he was less worried about if she would hurt herself anymore and more purely on the fact that this was now getting boring. His excitement was going down and he was becoming more calm. She seemingly did not have any nack for the ability of ninjutsu that he did, He had to study ninjutsu... when he got out of the academy it was the only thing that would allow him to achieve the first step within his Nindo. Thinking about it he would remember all the lonesome nights that he was sitting in his workshop alone, unable to make the puppets he had made of his sister and mother hug him. How cold it was... not to guide them to pat him on the back and remind him of how hard he was trying to make them perfect. It all made him very sad for a moment, until suddenly though, she was finally capable of preforming the jutsu with some grace. All those clumsy attempts behind her she blew a big fireball seemingly at some dude who had popped out. Dang, he had never even seen or heard that dude coming. He was somewhat in awe that someone had been able to track them both this far outside the village's door. He would deposit his sketch book into the interior of his Sister through an opening in her mouth. He began to shake with excitement, How strong a ninja could that man be? Is he a detective? How long had been watching them.. or him. It was time to calm down though, He was great at being calm. He cleared his throat in somewhat a rather gentle high pitched way as his voice had went up several octaves in a way to react to his anxiety. He had a guilty nature, he was generally terrified in a strange way, often becoming quite nervous over the smallest of things.
"Ah.. He...he hem!"
Right after he had spoke Himiko had spat hot fire at the strange ninja whom had burst from the surrounding area. He decided it was best just to assume he'd be able to take care of himself as he began coming out of the bushes he was in several feet away. In his arms was a human sized marionette doll which he was carrying hugged tightly by the waist by his arm. It was somewhat like a young boy carrying a teddy bear. Despite this he was even older than the more elite ninja, him acting this way was borderline creepy but he was still some distance away. He would make his way up too the two and he would smile widely as he looked at them with a daft look on his face. He would take his sister Tama's hand and he would lift it up too wave at the two.
"Oooh it seems I've been caught...looking after my little cousin, You shouldn't play with fire so much Himiko, You had your beloved cousin so worried about you he followed you all the way out here to make sure you were ok, Plus look Himiko, Your other cousin Tama is here, she's been worried you might hurt yourself too, oh we were so worried about you.."
He would speak in quite a cheery and queer fashion as he would talk about his worry for Himiko's well being after she blasted the other fellow leaf ninja. He would then hug Tama more intimately as he would rub his head into their breast seemingly all excited about being around this new stranger and the Hyuuga as he would stop and turn too them.
"Oh I'm sorry, sis helps me calm down. I'm oh so nervous... I hope you don't think I'm weird Himiko but after I seen your burns... Sis told me I should follow you and make sure you are ok...She made me do it, But I also wanted to do it ok? I don't want your parents worried about you..."
He would state as he would move around his sister Tama seemingly like she was alive, Obviously it didn't have a moving face but the arm that was hugged around it's waist now had it's left arm and his right hand was around it's right wrist, He would pose the marionette as he spoke to add somewhat a dramatic effect, He was seemingly a bit eccentric and likely didn't notice how weird it was. It was almost comical in a strange way, the puppet giving Yama a sassy hand wave when he spoke about forcing him to follow her. He would stop and then hug onto her once more as he propt her up a little over him.
"Are you alright mister ninja?!"
He called out to the other person that had appeared, not genuinely that worried about him. Yama felt that Himiko's fireball even if done well would likely be pretty weak and he'd be able to handle himself. What was important now was that he was out in the open now for both of them to now see him and know that he was there. His imagination though had began to spike about how they might think of him, what did they feel? What were they going to do? Life really was a roller coaster of endless excitement. Maybe this ninja could help him with his studies, Perhaps Himiko would be his friend and he wouldn't have to watch her from the bushes anymore. He really wished everything was much more convenient for his goals, perhaps being quite honest with perhaps a little white lie here and there he could end up making some allies. He didn't have many friends, likable yes but when anyone would start to become too close he'd get paranoid that they were on too him and begin to instinctively push them away, He was quite unremarkable so in fact they usually never came back afterwards. Usually leaving him too himself, in a lot of ways though he still yearned for companionship and time to talk to people from other perspectives so that one day he might be understood. It was perhaps now time for him to stop living in the shadows and start running towards the light and make himself more apparent in Konoha.
His life in essence is constant chaos and a chess game with insanity.
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5 stat train Instinct.