naoto nai

fearless

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask.how much did they have you bleed;
how long did they make you suffer;
how low did they force you down;
how dark did they tint your dreams?     —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth;
     —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own;
     —until it was their throats pinned under your boot;
     —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.(I DIDN’T.) you reply.

code of conduct

Fandomless OC from Tumblr.
Penned by Sacchan.
Mature content, dark themes, nsfw.
Serious / Crack OK.
21+ mun & muse, open dms.
Eng not 1st language. Free FUB.
Mentions of child abuse, drug abuse, sexual abuse, mental illness, blood, violence, gore, murder, torture, kidnapping, human trafficking etc.
Will tag triggering topics for muting.
(Dni if any of these triggers you.)
Discord for mutuals.
Post without '/' is purely rp.
Have fun.

About

Private Investigator
Gang member
25 years old
Affiliation: Haiiro Kitsune
Codename: 'Fearless'
1.64 m || 75 kg

Appearance
Naoto has a fair face and always wear no expression. His hair is blue with darker blue at its ends. He has blue eyes to match his hair and sometimes in the dark, those eyes may seem to flash instead of reflect light. His body is fairly lean and slightly toned due to his Kendo training with Kai. He has several scars on his torso and legs though he never really minds them. He frequently wears hoodies on top of blank tank top and simple jeans and on casual days, just the tank top and trousers. He has not much sense of fashion. He would wear anything that he’s comfortable with or anything that Kai gives to him. It’s a different story when it comes to knuckle wear. He loves collecting them and likes the ones with darker shades of colour and cool patterns (to his standard).Family
Oto-sama | Suzu ; His adopted father, died after saving him from the rebels of Haiiro Kitsune
Kai ; Second in command in Haiiro Kitsune after Naoto. The real leader of Haiiro Kitsune. Treats him like a little brother and likes to bully him playfully. May be overprotective over Naoto.Personality
He is quiet and very bad at social interactions (due to him only having ever interacted with members of Haiiro Kitsune), yet he doesn’t feel awkward about it. Despite the poker face he always wears, he is surprisingly destructive. Do something that he doesn’t like and he’ll confront you without a warning. He also has his own sense of justice that may not be acceptable to others. He doesn’t show many facial expressions but when he does, people may be surprised by the pure emotion portrayed on the face of an underground fighter.Fighting Style
Bare-handed, Street fighting martial art
Uses Katana when he has to end the suffering of his enemyTrivia
His motto is Kill to live, not live to kill. He likes the colours of blue and black. Fond of tea but never actually drank Japanese tea. He would very much like to taste a cotton candy that he saw as a child when he was passing a festival or matsuri. He seems so expressionless but he does have emotions. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to express them normally. Sometimes when his fists bleed too much from a training or a fight, he uses the blood to polish his katana. He thinks it would make his katana easier to draw blood for fast kills.

History

He’s an orphan. Abandoned in the streets as a baby, the leader of a small gangster group called ‘Haiiro Kitsune’ took him in. From there, he learnt how to fight from a man he knows as ‘oto-sama’. He learnt all of that by simply watching as he couldn’t go to school like other normal children. He never really wanted to because he wanted to stay with oto-sama. Oto-sama could teach him everything he needed to know, like how to write a letter challenge, how to count the number of the opponents in front of his eyes and such things like that. Not quite the typical education but he knew basics of reading and writing from there. He liked everyone in the group as they were also nice to him. Just like oto-sama. But apparently that wasn’t the truth..One day, there was a riot in the gang because of a rumour of him being chosen to be next in line as the next leader even at a young age. He was 11 then. The night of the riot, he was kidnapped by the rebels. Tortures of all kinds were executed on him. His impression of the nice people of the ‘Haiiro Kitsune’ group shattered. He wanted to scream but he didn’t know how. He was always taught to be strong or at least look like it when he isn’t. Just as Naoto was on the brink of death, oto-sama came to save him. Knocking out his torturers, his father untied him and cradled Naoto in his arms. As though it was him who was about to die, oto-sama told him of his hidden past.. He was actually a legitimate child, he was only abandoned near the trash because his real father angered a gang. Oto-sama saw how his mother hid him and how his parents were both killed mercilessly. On that snowy day, oto-sama found himself a son.Bringing Naoto to one of his most trusted and loyal subordinates, Kai, he looked at Naoto’s weak body sadly and ordered Kai to treat him. “I’m sorry for bringing you into this world,” were oto-sama’s last words before he went and killed every one of the rebellions in his group that was planning to kill Naoto. He succeeded but due to severe injuries, he died. At his funeral, many of the group’s last renmants couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw Naoto cry for the first time. He never cried before, even as a child.After Oto-sama’s death, he left the gang but was taken back forcefully by Kai. So he was still the leader, but only in name. Kai manages most of Haiiro Kitsune now. While Naoto works as a private investigator, determined to save any children from the underground fighting world. And kill parents who let the possibility of that to even exist in the first place.He is grateful for who he is now. Grateful for what Oto-sama moulded him into. Oto-sama’s way of kindness was what kept him living. He wanted to do what Oto-sama couldn’t.To save the innocent children from getting involved in the dark world of fighting.

Solos/Drabbles

• One Thing About Oto-sama
• The Second Time The Boy Cried
• Hollow Birthday
• Treasure Box
• On That Snowy Day

There was something bugging him about today. Something was lacking.. and somehow he knew that today he would feel this way. This hollow in his chest. The hole to be filled by no one… yet.He turned to his phone, which was a rare act for him - he was not a technology person, even a basic one like a phone - and saw today’s date.25th DecemberOh, it’s the day when Oto-sama would bring cakes and sing songs with Kai and the others. Though the tradition had long stopped since Oto-sama passed away. Right on that moment, the phone chose to ring and without much effort, Naoto picked up to hear the booming sound of Kai, who thought it was his duty to be an elder brother to the fighter all the time, babbling to him about happy birthday wish and how he had to come to the mansion to celebrate the day.An exasperated sigh was let out. Then Naoto could be seen nodding and agreeing to everything Kai said. He flipped the phone close again before shoving it into the pocket of his hoodie.This year’s birthday was going to be the same as last year.His only wish would be; to fulfill what Oto-sama had failed to do.Though he’d never admit how his deepest wish was to celebrate it with Oto-sama again. He knew it himself that it would never come true.

One thing?How can one thing be enough to express his admiration for Oto-sama?“Oto-sama… is kind,”Naoto started off.“Oto-sama.. taught me a lot of things. Oto-sama feeds me. Sometimes I crush the tomatoes, in kendo practice.. But I like the other food he gave me. Oto-sama taught me how to fight. For defense.. but not picking fights. Oto-sama didn’t like violence. Oto-sama was the leader of Haiiro Kitsune, because he wants to protect everyone. Everyone looks up to Oto-sama. Oto-sama took me to eat popsicle once..”Suzu did, though Suzu forgot to teach the little child then how to eat it and his description of ‘eat it like a man’ ended up dirtying Naoto’s shirt when the innocent one crushed the icy treat. It was the first time Suzu took Naoto out of the mansion, and the last time.“Oto-sama.. saved me,”The event that he did, Oto-sama lost his own life.“Oto-sama told me.. that he was sorry.. for taking me into this world. Fighting, blood, violence.. That kind of world. But.. I love Oto-sama,”Even though he heard from Oto-sama and Kai that Suzu was not related to him by blood.“I love Oto-sama. He is my father. My family,”And he was gone.“Oto-sama gave me a life I’ll never regret,”So..“That’s why I adore Oto-sama,”

Naoto encounters some really bad things in his investigation. Most information that he got seems to have nothing to do with each other so for some time he had been taking it his own pace, asking people around, gathering informants, without actually engaging in any of these ‘child users’ (usually those who trains them to be fighters), since he had not enough evidence to actually valid his acts of killing them after. That’s the only thing holding them back from killing. Not the justice thing or whatever, but literally his own conscience.Until one day, a very strange case of a missing child ensued. It was petty. It would have gone unnoticed if not for Naoto’s observational skills. One by one random child with nothing in common went missing. Some were from rich families, some were from the slums, some were homeless. There was nothing that strings these victims together except for the fact that they all had been healthy when they went missing.One thing came unto another and Naoto found out about a small quiet organization that had been seen to have the missing children in their premises. And what he discovered was alarming. They were not training the children to be fighters. They were literally using the children, their body parts, to sell away for a high price. And it’s usually after a week, they would leave the premise they were in, only to leave unneeded parts behind.It was almost one week after the last child went missing. A boy aged five years old. From a very normal home. Researching every place that could be used as a premise and with the help of valuable informants, he got to an abandoned warehouse where they were most likely using this time around, crashing into it with a few kicks, loud and strong. He didn’t even bother to sneak around. The time was almost up.But this time, the syndicate was faster. They knew of some leaked information and one of the informants who gave Naoto the information about them was already killed. And they left the premise, leaving a boy behind, all cut up and was left to bleed to death. Some of his organs were missing but the lung, heart, and brain were left intact.The pool of blood was still warm. Naoto’s knees gave way when he was close enough, splashing the redness to his complexion. Slowly, his hand went under the boy’s head, cradling it ever so gently. Trembling hands turned the head to face him. The boy was staring blankly, and for one moment, Naoto thought he was breathing. But none of the organs were working anymore. Hugging the boy he never knew to his chest, he regretted every second he wasted, every second that could have made him come to the boy’s aid faster.To save one young innocent life.He was only five.Tears rolled down that blood-stained cheeks and a scream resounded in the abandoned warehouse.*The boy was returned to his family and bluntly, Naoto asked the grief-stricken parents what do they want from the killer of their child on the day of the funeral.“I want to kill them. I WANT TO FIND THEM AND KILL THEM!!”Was the father’s answer.“Let them taste the pain of our boy… please,”Was the mother’s.“I’ll fulfill your wish,”Naoto said simply before he left the home of the once-living boy.*It took him three days to track down the mastermind of the syndicate. Naoto slashed his katana across everyone who was in the way. Until he was one on one with the guy behind the killings. First, the arms. Then Naoto cut both of the other’s ankles only deep enough to bleed and so the other couldn’t move.“I never like to kill slowly but the mother wanted you to feel her child’s pain. And I’m not sorry for her wish,”Then using his katana, along with his bare hands, Naoto pried the organ of the man’s body. One by one. Yet, he had no use for it, he just needed to take it out, that’s all. So each time after he got one out, he threw it to the wall. The squelching sound was evident to his ears but Naoto was silent. Imagining just how much pain the boy had been in if the man he’s doing this to was too weak to even scream then.The assassin left the brain, heart, and lung intact. The cut-up man was breathing the last moments in his life.“I’ll end everything in an instant. You wouldn’t feel the pain anymore,"Cradling his victim, Naoto got the other in his arms (he was already very light), and threw him out of the window. From the tenth floor. The only organs left were crushed instantly.Naoto was hidden by Haiiro Kitsune until everything settled down. He got a phone call from the parents whose wish was fulfilled. Saying heartfelt gratitude. And that was the only thing Naoto needed to keep going. There were still parents who would cherish their child and anyone, anyone who dared to lay a hand on any children, Naoto wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.He might have had sworn to himself to not let these children enter the fighting world before, but Naoto wanted to do something more. He’d never let any of them be victimized, by anyone. Not even their own parents.The wish to carry on Oto-sama’s kind act grew stronger inside him.And that, was the story of the second time the boy cried.

• Naoto passes out in front of your muse
• Your muse saw Naoto beats up a few people
• Your muse sees Naoto surrounded by gangsters

trasure box / naoto/ dont open

# perfect pair of old gold rings
( love )- oto-sama gave it to him when he was 13
- it was what left from his parents, oto-sama told him how his parents was victim of a debt unpaid
- it was luck that brought naoto to be found, naoto didn't even cry as a baby
- he was too small to be out n the cold
- naoto doesn't know how to mourn for what he never knew, but he knew that love oto-sama showed him is real

He was just a passerby.A scream caught his attention when he was just passing a back alley, walking by himself to get a pack of cigarettes from the nearby store. The store wasn’t really anywhere near his home, but it had the brand that he loved, so he wouldn’t mind walking, especially on that serene snowy night. He saw a couple, deduced with the rings on their fingers and their intertwined arms, facing a man. This man’s back was facing him but he knew that back from anywhere. It was the gang leader of the very territory he was in. He would know. He was one as well.He was Suzu, the leader of Haiiro Kitsune.It had seemed that his fellow leader was threatening the couple with something but he didn’t bother that much. It was not his business after all. But as he was walking away from the scene, A gunshot boomed the silent night and red flashed at the corner of his eyes.Oh, the husband was shot. The wife was already down, crying, wailing for her loved one’s untimely demise.“You should’t have messed with me in the first place. That’s what you get. Sorry it had to be this way though,”The shooter then turned his gaze to the woman.“And I really hate to make a woman cry. I don’t want you to suffer. I’m sorry,”He sounded apologetic enough. But Suzu knew it better when the woman was shot too.The other leader turned away, and saw Suzu, standing behind him still, witnessing all that happened.“You saw all that?”“Yeah. What’s that for?”“Debt,”“I see,”“You’re just here to buy some cigs, right?”“Yeah, nothing more. Though I didn’t expect to see that,”“Shut up,”The killer walked away just like that. Killing was simple when you’re used to it and you have no such thing as feelings for the ones you kill. Suzu was the same way. But it changed on that day. For whatever reason, call it miracle, even, he saw the woman’s hand moved, as though beckoning someone to get closer. So that’s what he did.He bent down, took her hand, and felt a dying pulse. A murmur escaped from her lips along with some blood. She didn’t have much time.Suzu closed his distance and strained to hear what she’s saying.“Na..o..to,”Naoto? Was that her husband’s name?“Crying.. -’s cry-ng..”Now she was not making sense. Well, what was he expecting from a dying person? Now that he realized it, his shoes were stained in red from the pool of blood under him. At that moment, he really couldn’t go and buy that cigarette he came for.A gasp of the last breath. Then the hand stopped  moving. No more pulse.It was over. Now he just needed something to wipe his shoes with before he headed home. Brown hues caught sight of a cloth near the large trash bin not too far away. But it appeared that the cloth was in use. There was a baby wrapped in it. Slowly, Suzu picked the little child, who was cold and freezing from the cooler atmosphere now that the snowflakes were dropping down from the sky. It looked almost dead too, except that it was still faintly breathing and there were silent groans from it. Taking a closer look, there a name sewed onto the pure white cloth.Yes. It was Naoto.The baby was small, even smaller than what he’d usually seen, possibly prematurely born and inspecting inside the cloth, Suzu found that the boy was definitely still breathing. So that would mean..He just witnessed the baby’s parents die in front of him. Now, he was a gang leader. He would kill without missing a heartbeat. But to crush a baby’s future.. As cold as his heart was, he couldn’t do it.So he settled on wiping his shoes messily with a newspaper he found lying on the ground. And took the baby home with him. He didn’t know exactly what was he going to do with that boy, but letting him die was not part of it.On that snowy day, Suzu got himself a son.