
Seventeen year old Kazuo Shibata never had drawn attention to himself. He was usually always very withdrawn, only speaking when he was spoken to, teased quite often throughout his years from elementary school and forward; never liking violence or any such actions. Kazuo even had went so far to not feel as if he was drawing attention to himself by growing his hair out to the point it had been impossible to even view his face, much less even make eye contact. And if that wasn't enough to make him unpopular, it was his obsession with aliens and the unknown as well as constantly pouring his time and energy into reading comics or gaming in general, he wasn't particularly at the top of the class in terms of grades. Over all he was very, very underwhelming and it was a wonder how he even had any sort of friends, much less a friend that was female. Kazuo was deathly afraid and intimidates by women. It wasn't the fear of them doing something horrible to him, it was because.. he wasn't a great talker and yes, he certainly had at one time fantasied about a life he was in his mind never going to have, finding a pretty girlfriend to eventually marry and enjoy life. Kazuo had given up on that and locked that away entirely and in a way, he lived life as a monk now, never seeking anything out of his comfort zone and just being safe. That however wouldn't last long.
It had been awhile clearly peaceful night, and Kazuo being the fanatic he was about the supernatural had heard rumors of a disturbance in the area a few nights ago, now going to inspect the area. A soft sigh escaped him as he briefly moved a bit of his long hair out of the way from his glasses, squinting, "..I hope there's something here.." His shoes made a soft crunching sound on the fallen leaves scattered about the clearly abandoned forested area, however his foot hit something akin to a root, with eyes widening in surprise as he began to fall forward a cry of shock escaping his lips before he was... impaled by other sharp roots that clearly seemed more like daggers. At that moment, Kazuo Shibata was no longer himself. The smallest bit of movement came from the ground, moving forward into the mouth of the supposedly "deceased" human and latching unto the tongue. This being had been waiting for a large lifeform to come along, more specifically a human. It's rage against bring caught off guard by the criminals the hunter himself had been appointed to keep alive escaping his grasp and most likely already had latched unto a human themselves by now. This enraged him. They weren't supposed to interphere in this world, much less alter the environment. This was a crisis considering the criminals he had with him wasn't something he'd simply allow to run rampant, especially considering how dangerous they were... he had to find them fast.
Kazuo Shibata... I'll have to take your body for a little while. Kazuo's body straightened up slowly, blood trickling from the wounds substained from the alien's hasty grab for the large human body. Already the alien himself was searching through Kazuo's memories, assimilating the brain to its will and growing annoyed at how pitifully weak this frail body was. Why couldn't he have come across something more suited to the matter at hand? "Tsk, I shouldn't complain." Kazuo's hands came up to the long hair covering his face and a huff of annoyance escaped the young man's lips, "..I'll have to cut this.."
And so, the next day; Kazuo Shibata was walking to the high school he had memorized as such from the human's memories, however he had altered the human's appearance in terms of the young man had previously hid his face with his long hair, now the young man's face was promptly revealed and he could already hear the chatters of the students around him, phrases such as, "Who is that?" or "Is that a transfer student?" The alien wondered why they were reacting in such a way, humans really were simple minded creatures. The alien didn't cut the human's hair to get attention, it was to actually be able to see. It was frustrating how every second was consistent of him moving hair out of his eyes just to see in front of him. However as he continued forward through the school yard, he was observing the area. He didn't know where the criminals themselves were, and he didn't know which humans they possibly would've taken over but it certainly was a problem either way as he muttered under his breath, "Annoying pests.."