Yuuto Shīru
The man that was Ryo Sabaki would walk solemnly down the grey streets of Amegakure towards his home. Dressed in the traditional Ame-nin attire it would be clear to anyone observing that Ryo had either returned from a mission, or patrol duty. The answer was the latter. It had been a month since Ryo had being withdrawn from the Ame sensor division to serve as a sensor in the jinchuuriki compound. Not that this was a bad thing, being promoted to the new position was an honour, not to mention the benefits and income it would bring his family. Nonetheless work was tiresome as the protective unit at the jinchuuriki compound was constantly on guard for any wishing to infiltrate the compound or attempt to harm the jinchuuriki inside.
Ryo lived, as most do in Amegakure, in a high rise flat and apartment building. Ryo entered the building, finally getting out of the gloomy weather of the hidden rain village. With a sigh of relief, Ryo pressed the key into the lock of his apartment door, and moved inside to his awaiting family. Ryos four year old boy Ryoichi ran at his father, tackling into his knees. Ryo rubbed the boys head affectionately as his son beamed up at him, looking over to his wife Miya, who smiled that special smile reserved for him.
As his wife and son went to bed, Ryo bade them goodnight and retired to his small study. Ryo's work did not end when he left the compound, there were reports to be written, chakra frequencies to be observed. At least that would be the case if Ryo existed, for Ryo had not been Ryo for two whole weeks, and in his place, in his study seat sat an impostor by the name of Yuuto Shīru. At the beginning of their operation Yuuto had being tasked with infiltrating the compound in some form, using his genjutsu abilities to assist him. Yuuto could not take all the credit for his successful infiltration, as it had being Kira who had chosen Ryo as Yuuto's victim, which also served Kira well, removing one of the pesky sensors who kept jamming and interrupting her work. It was an easy task capturing Ryo, those who have emptied their chakra and exhausted themselves are hapless prey to genjutsu of any kind let alone Yuuto's. Helpless and blind, Ryo had walked right into Yuutos spider web, shortly being locked away inside Yuuto's Kuchiyose: Iron Maiden.
This wasn't the first instance of Yuuto's deceptive infiltration methods. No, for years Yuuto had terrorised the village of the hidden mist, using his genjutsu to start clan feuds in his ever continuing hunt for the whereabouts of his sister, who had been kidnapped by hidden mist-nin. However skilled in genjutsu and impersonating others Yuuto was, any guise, especially in such a secure and strict facility such as the Jinchuuriki compound would be uncovered eventually. It was time to move on, and moving on to another guise required the removal of any connections to his previous mask. Not that this bothered Yuuto his victim was no longer of use, and any sort of moral obligation he felt towards his 'hosts' family was drowned out by his utilitarian ideals.
'That fate of mankind is shifting out of balance, and the upholding of such balance outweighs a few mere lives'he thought, preparing to decide on the best way to euthanise the connections to his 'host.
Yuuto had many options, each unfortunately with a consequence. He could murder the family now, with any method he desired, but their deaths would rouse curiosity, and curiosity is a dangerous thing. On the other hand he could always release Ryo from his Kuchiyose, if Ryo's mind was still intact that is, the poor man had being locked in that nightmarish contraption for a very long time now. An apartment fire would wipe all evidence and lead to no suspicion, but releasing Ryo and tampering with the mans memories would be best. Unfortunately Yuuto lacked the time and method of which to do such an act, so he had to resort to what he did best.
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Ryo opened his eyes slowly, risen by a thumping and agonising pain in his temple, his hand instinctively rising to rub it. His hand met his temple and he, with horror, felt the familiar damp wet texture that any ninja knew all too well. His eyes still adjusting to light, having being trapped in darkness for almost a two weeks, though Ryo knew little of what had occurred, or that an immense time had passed since he had last scene light, even if the said light was the glow of moonlight at dusk. The only thing Ryo truly remembered was the cackles of a mad man, before he had being trapped in some sort of iron maiden, and then the sinking feeling one develops in their stomach when falling from a high height. He struggled to get to his knees, wondering where the source of blood had come from, for it was not his own. Moving around on his knees he slowly recognised the surroundings to be the furniture of his apartment, to his horror, close to where he had being lying he found his tanto unsheathed and drenched in blood. Frantically scrambling to his feet, using the walls and furniture to support himself and moved towards his sons bedroom, catching his breath at the door and placing his hands on it for support. The door was hot and as he opened it slightly hot tendrils of flame lashed out into the hallway. Ryo cursed loudly slamming the door and scrambling towards his bedroom. To his horror the white sheets of his and Miyu's bed were stained red, unable to gaze upon the site of his dead wife, he fled the room, moving into the hall that had now begun to set aflame. He knew these flames were not natural, for they chased him to the study. He collapsed, his back resting against the door, staring dumbfounded at the blood on his hands.
'Surely this is a dream' he thought desperately. 'This cannot be'. And all at once, Ryo remembered the cackling of a man prior to his capture. Knowing that this had to be a genjutsu Ryo calmed himself focusing on the remaining chakra in his body. By stopping the flow of chakra in his body and then applying a strong surge of chakra, stronger than the caster of the genjutsu, that is the process of Genjutsu Dissipation, Ryo became free of the genjutsu. Ryo sighed in relief, however his short moment of calm was usurped by the immense heat coming from underneath the door. Broken, Ryo rose from his slumped position and moved towards the desk to find work he had being working on open as he had left it. On top of this work was a rope, fashioned into a noose. Ryo cursed loudly, coming to the realisation that this was a reality that he had constructed for himself. He had murdered his family, destroyed his home, and now was planning his suicide. Though Ryo failed to understand why he had done such a thing, he followed suit, accepting that he had perhaps lost his mind, and that deaths sweet embrace would finally deliver him from his madness...
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Yuuto glanced down at his pocket watch. Ten minutes had elapsed since Ryo had hung himself, and as he placed his fingers on the dead mans neck he confirmed the death of his previous victim, Ryo Sabaki. Yuuto yawned, swiftly leaving the dead man in his studying and opening the door to the main apartment area. The apartment was intact, no flames, no blood stains. While Ryo had being able to reverse the original genjutsu placed on him, his exhaustion and lack of chakra, and perhaps due to Yuuto's skill in Genjutsu, had caused him to be unable to see that he had fallen prey to Demonic Illusion: Double False Surroundings Technique. For Yuuto had placed three identical Illusions over Ryo, so that even if he managed the strength to reverse one of the illusions, he would still perceive the illusion as reality. The flames and blood that Ryo had felt were only in his mind. For genjutsu controls the flow of chakra to the victims cerebral nervous system, thereby affecting their five senses. Any pain he felt was from trauma, and anything he saw was false images, illusions that Yuuto had constructed. Now that everything was taken care of, Yuuto departed from the building, now making his way towards the Akatsuki hideout under cover of darkness, he yawned loudly, hopefully Tsuro had thought of something interesting to task him with.