The Life Cycle of the Immortal

Subject: The Life Cycle of the Immortal Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:29 pm

The Life Cycles of the Immortal

The Findings and Recordings of this ''Immoral'' are Rare and difficult to track. We have only bits and pieces of his history, thousands of years in between his known lives being traded and altered, changed and enhanced. It is hard to tell Myth from Fact at this point, below is the life stories that he had during his "Childhood" as the last of his Race- whatever his Race may truly be, he is not a human. He has now learned to master his power and as such no longer changes bodies. On top of this managing to control the very Time and Reality Vortex that keeps him infinitely Immortal no matter how many times he may die, this has allowed him to gain all of the memories he previously couldn't remember through his life cycles.
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First Life: The Birth
Seven Thousand Years Ago ...

Cries of pain carried through the streets of the ancient city- a place that was founded nearly seven thousands years before even the Shinobi War's, they vibrated off the walls and rolled through the street’s of the newly erected City, Greek was being yelled left and right as arrows of flame flew through the sky hitting walls and setting buildings aflame. A single hospital was left untouched thanks to the angle of being to the side and behind the wall, and lucky too or the story would have ended right then and there. For inside the building rested a Mother holding her newly born child, the father peaking out the window holding the javelin in his hand tightly that he had taken from a dead farmer, the blood coating his tunic. The beard, blood and sweat that clung to his face made him look like a madman with how his eyes flickered wide open staring at everything he could to protect his new family. She whimpered and tried to stay conscious while holding the sleeping baby, his bronze skin glistening like his mother’s, his brown hair already grown out several inches like his father. He coo’d in his sleep and nuzzled into his mother’s breast above her heart content … oblivious to the world around him. She couldn’t help but smile, but then a boulder of fire slammed into the wall and she winced being brought back to reality once again. “Adelphos!” She whimpered softly and he came over wrapping his arms around her protectively. “It’s alright my love … we will be fine the guardsmen are already turning them back, these barbarians are no match for Roman Warrior’s.” He gently rubbed her back as she lay in the cot holding her child and nodded weakly, unable to fight it anymore she drifted into unconsciousness. He sighed and looked at the Window … when this War would stop … He wondered to himself silently, brushing his hand over his child’s face, he didn’t want him to grow up in this war, in this destruction. This was his last thought, as a stray arrow from a roman soldier went through his chest and into his wife’s skull.

The soldier’s never knew the parents they were simple tailors no one of importance. They burned the bodies and found the child, they sent it off to the slave grounds as it would either be taken in and fed to be a slave from birth or would be killed if no one wanted it. It was none of their business after all. As the woman examined the lightly burned child she poked and prodded and got no cries instead just a stern frown on the Childs face in confusion at why it was being awakened for such an annoying torture with its burns it didn’t understand it had. “He has the makings of a Good warrior … a Good slave. I will take him.” She grunted and wrapped him in a rough woolen towel, payed the lucky soldiers who just got a free meal in coin and walked off toward her home, a large marble building dented here and there where boulders and arrows had slammed into it, the slaves were quickly repairing it so as to not displease their mistress. She went directly to her personal nurse, dropped the child in her arms and left saying “Name him what you wish, you have a son, and he is my slave as well. Teach him. Nurture him so he will be mine one day.” And she left the shocked girl, she was only seven as ‘nurse’ was more of a simple personal servant that got paid minimally with no family of her own. She stared at the baby in her arms and frowned … she had to follow order’s … first things first then … She took out a bottle of goats milk and began to feed the baby, while considering a name. She watches the sun rise slowly and the light glittering off his perfect skin tone and smooth silky curls her was already growing and tilted her head. “Like an Angel … you will be named Gabriel … like the Christians angelic Warrior …” She nodded a bit thinking it fitting and continued to feed him patiently.

Days passed before the baby finally began to actually act like one, it saw the girl as its mother as it was the first true thing her ever really saw. Immediately it showed him as a sleeper, and maybe a bit lazy, he was constantly sleeping and curled up against her cooing happily. Eventually time passed and he began to grow surprisingly fast, after several years the girl stood now at an even five foot, and was eleven years old likely she was done growing for this was quiet tall for such a time period. The baby was five years old, no longer a toddler of baby, but a true child. And he had learned quickly the things a slave was allowed and the things he was not, he could only have the scraps after everyone was gone, and he had to fight with the other house slaves over them. He could only bathe in the stream at least one mile away from the house and could never go near a non-slave, unless called over if so he was to look only at their feet even if they ordered him to look them in the eye he could not. His owner had immediately begun considering the fight ring soon for the boy, as he was growing rapidly and developing layers of muscle and speed as well as having keen reflexes. He was soon shipped to the gladiatorial ring he would not participate, but he would watch and train, he went through many teachers as they constantly died in the ring and so he grew very accustomed to the smell of blood and death, it was almost natural for him at this point.

Eventually time passed and he came of age, at the age of 13 he had not seen his ‘mother’ in many years, and he missed her terribly but he had also grown hard and strong. Built far beyond his years he stood at nearly six foot, taller than most full grown men, yet alone at thirteen years old. He was built with lean defined muscle and his bronze skin and long mane of rustled but sadly greasy thanks to his lack of money bad being a slave, curly locks. Many women were already eyeing him for future claims if he survived his gladiatorial experience, something highly unlikely however sadly enough. As they led him slowly forward he looked upon the roaring stadium as goods were traded, his hands bound tightly with leather and only wearing rags around his groin the young male walked forward slowly being tugged occasionally with a sharp reprimand to keep up. This was to be his first battle … He sighed a bit, having never liked this place, he hated watching other’s die even if he was used to the sight, it was just such a terrible waste of life. He was finally slowly led up to the gate and it was opened, as he was led through the dungeons they got to the armory were he saw other gladiator’s, many missing an eye, or fingers and covered din scar’s of both whip and blade. Most looked around twenty, he was the youngest here though he towered over many of them. They eyed him warily and he heard whisper’s mostly “I hope im not against the giant …” Or “Is he from Russia …? Has Rome Reached so far already?” He just shrugged off the comments and kept going.

Gabriel was led to the blacksmith, the only man who stood close to his height and he obviously was infact Russian for as he spoke it was thick and guttural with their accent. “Is Good, a bit scrawny though, ‘e needs more Meat, if ‘e lives start feedinj him wit’ real meat yah?” He chuckles and glanced around, then grabbed a long curved blade and stuck it in his hands. “Is a Sword made from a Tiny island I once learned from … Is nothing like Roman work, but is Good blade right? Right.” He nods and shoved a leather chest piece, shoulder clasp, wrist buckler’s and shin guards with some sandals on his feet and he was then … simply shoved out, he knew what he was going to be forced to do however. He eyed the arena, no one was in but him yet so he tried to block off the cheer’s of the coliseum, he was likely the fresh meat warm up, meant to die, he’d seen it plenty of times they put the newest person against the most experienced they could find. He hasn’t seen the inexperienced one win once yet, he clenched his blade, and he was going to do his best though … he wouldn’t die if he could avoid it. He eyed the blade now, it was oddly shaped and long, but elegant almost, lean and defined with grace almost. He didn’t know it was called a katana, but he adjusted to it well, it was well suited for his build, it was about five feet long including the hilt and he waited holding it one handed as he watched the opposite gate.

Gabriel watched as a lean and scar-whittled man in nearly full plate armor came into the ring on the opposite side, he held a spear and shield with a roman gladius at his side, odd as those were generally reserved for the Militia. He frowned at that, so they’d even made sure he would win with equipment was it … he searched for wekapoints and saw few … but there were still some and that was good enough. He shifted his grip and slowly walked forward, the Emperor clapped once and he looked to him quietly and then bowed. “We who are about to die, Solute you!” He said as was customary the other man mirrored him and the emperor waved his hands broadly for the men to continue with an amused smirk. Gabriel immediately was forced to dodge the spear tip going an inch from his face; he rolled away and cursed rubbing a trail of blood where it had lightly cut his cheek. He slowly stood to his full height and slammed the blade down, it clashed against his shield and then Gabriel growled and dug in his heels and rammed his shoulder into him using his superior size and strength to his advantage. There was another clash and clang as the man’s helmet flew through the air and his shoulder cracked out of joint the shield dropping uselessly with his dislocated arm. He howled in pain and stumbled back trying to recover, Gabriel didn’t allow him and pressed the advantage, scooping up the shield he watched as the man barely dodged each assault with the blade then rolled to get some distance, Gabriel cursed and shifted back to defensive.

The man grunted as he snapped his arm back into place and gritted his teeth in agony and glared warily, obviously he had not expected that much fury and power in his attacks. He saw him draw the blade and then he rose the spear up, hurling it at him, he cursed and rolled to the side as the blade of the spear nailed into his shin guard drawing blood but luckily nothing serious. He growled and yanked it out, snapping it in two he hurled both right back the man blinked and raised the blade parrying the spinning pieces of metal and wood away, in time to see his own shield whirling forward and slamming into his blade, and past it, ramming into his face, the shield slamming him backwards and his own blade sliding his face wide open. He howled in pain, in time to open his eyes as Gabriel looked down to him sadly … he mouthed, “Gods forgive me …” And drove the blade through the man’s skull. He closed his eyes in silent prayer a moment and yanked the blade out … the crowd burs into uproar as the new gladiator had been born, and killed a veteran in under ten minutes at that. He sighed not pleased with his doings at all, and bowed to the emperor who as staring, shocked, as he moved to the gate and it opened for him his blade dripping with blood, eh simply nodded to the blacksmith, he had known the perfect weapon for him, and it had likely saved his life.

Time passed slowly for Gabriel, he was forced to kill for the amusement of other's and for the freedom he knew he should have naturally. He was seventeen now and stood at a monstrous six foot five inches and build like a lean tank. His muscle mass, his power and speed and skill all had greatly been unmatched, he was undefeated, and his only scar's were from whips never had a weapon managed to hit him after that first day. He was a natural killer, but he hated it, he hated having so much blood on his hands ... he had killed four hundred and ninety five men ... this would be his final match and he would hit five hundred men dead at his hands. he would be free ... but was it truly worth so much death ...? He wasnt sure anymore, but he had little to no choice in the matter, as he himself, refused to die just yet. A guardsman came up slowly to Gabriel and eyed the large man before removing the shekels and handing him his Katana and his set of armor, many months ago he had been offered a full plate of armor he had turned it down. He wore simple leather tunic and pants, no sleeves and no shield. It was all he needed besides his katana and twin throwing dagger's. He strapped it all on in seconds and walked out into the massive cheering arena, he blocked out the crowd as he always has and waited for his newest challenge. He watched as five men one from each gate walked out, then ... an unexpected surprise the starved tiger's were released. He groaned ... he hated the tiger's. Three of them prowled the outskirts, he sighed, no point wasting time.

He charged forward grabbing the nearest man by the sword wrist, spinning with the strike he wrenched his arm backwards with a sickening crack as he snapped his arm at the shoulder. He then send a thunderous boot to his lower back, snapping his spin clean in two, a tiger leap and eh grabbed the dead man covered in spiked full plate, curing him into the beast. it yowled in agony as a 500 pound force slammed into it covered in blades and spikes, killing it instantly as its skull was pierced and crushed. The remaining two tigers eyed him now warily as they prowled, the remaining four warriors pulled out spears also wary of the giant now who had not even drawn a blade yet. He reached down, gripping the fallen mans blade, he hefted it, and hurled it hard, the shocked warrior raised his leather and wooden shield to take the hit, but he underestimated the sheer force of the throw. The blade sunk tot eh hilt in the shield, going through the mans shield, arm, and chest, and then the force shattering ribs and sending him flying into the range of the tiger's, his cries filled the arena as the other men shifted nervously before forming a triangle around him with the spear's. Gabriel eye'd them all patiently, watching as expected they all charged at once, he simply ... jumped, and as always one unlucky man was double-speared through his chest, the other two surviving and nothing touching Gabriel as he leap high into the air, then landing on the spears shattering them he grabbed a man in leather armor like his own into a bear hug. His muscles bulged and there were several sickening cracks as his ribcage caved in and his spine snapped, before he was hurled like a boomerang into the last man followed by a broken spear, the last guard fell, impaled through the forehead with his dead comrade laying on top of him. He sighed and now eyed the tiger's as they were called back, he had won ... he was a free Man.

And indeed he was ... he slowly looked up as the guards slowly walked out, the emperor himself was required to free a slave ... a gladiator that had partaken in so many years of games. He watched as the silken clothed Cesar walked down the ramp watching him quietly as he raised his hand slowly. "What is your name slave?" He murmured watching the giant of a man patiently, but Gabriel twitched, even free he dare call him that ...? This man whom caused all this strife for so many ...? His lip twitched ... "I will give my name when I am addressed as a man that I am, not a Animal>" he growled out, the captain at his side shifted and hissed, "Such arrogance! You may be a talented gladiator but compared to a Warrior of Rome you are nothin-" He never got to finish, Gabriel had him by the head two feet clear off the ground. "I can twist my hand ... and snap your spine in five places whelp ... shut up." He snarly and hurled him over his shoulder. Gabriel anger filled eyes focused on the emperor, who was a few shades paler now. He quirky cleared his throat, "Kill him." He hissed in a calm cold tone ... fear mixing into it. Gabriel reacted with lightning fast reflexes, his lade lashed from the sheath and a man arm flew off, then two guards fell, a third swing and five more fell clutching their nearly headless throats. Finally the streamlining five got their blades out, in time for two to be impaled and kicked into the remainder three, killing another. The last two fell in a single flick of his blade. He closed in on the Emperor ... his eyes cold ... at the man who dared deny him his freedom, who had enslaved him all his life. Then he heard several thuds ... then several more ... he kept walking, the emperor's eyes were huge with fear as eh stumbled backwards. And then Gabriel realized ... with another six thuds, eh had nearly twenty arrows filling him ... he fell over immediately ... he blinked a few times. "Seem's ... I'll be free anyway ... after all you sick ... bastard ..." He grinned at the emperor, and with the last of his strength, hurled a knife, which flashed by, sliding the emperor's face open from chin to ear, a scar that would never disappear, he grinned ... and his head fell, Gabriel was dead. However as the light pulsated through his body, he was reborn ... a new face. A new Design. He was different, and boy was he pissed.

Subject: Re: The Life Cycle of the Immortal Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:44 pm

Second Life: The Sorrow
Six Thousand Years Ago ...

Gabriel stared upward to the sky quietly off on his own, where was He … he thought quietly to himself as he rubbed his temples and glanced around curiously. He didn’t know who he was … what was going on or what had happened, he was at a complete loss, he slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced around frowning lightly. “Why’s my head keep throbbing … Itai …” He groans and forced himself to stand as he stumbled a bit, he blinked noticing a blade resting beside him … he felt drawn to it and well, nothing else seemed to be baking much sense. So he reached down and grasped it, lifting it and testing its perfect balance and wait, he wondered who had left such a masterpiece laying around … or maybe it was his and he just couldn’t remember like so many other things …? He sighed, how annoying all this was. He looked around … dressed in rags and with a sword he frowned unsure how to continue from here as he raised the blade and gave a few test swings, well … at least it was a good blade right? He could defend himself at least. He stood up and quietly moved forward toward the sound of the tree’s … just wandering aimlessly through the forest quietly, blade resting on his shoulder in its sheath. Now that he had it he couldn’t help but look at it curiously, for all its elegance and deadly beauty, it was the oddest blade he had ever seen.

The blade itself was in the shape of a long silver and black slightly curved piece of steel, but along the blade was carved designs of pink roses flowing along its edge for blood rivets instead of the normal strait indented lines. The blades hilt itself was an elegant Rose-shape, with the hilt wrap being a bright pink lined with steel and silver stripes of wire that were in the shape of vines. But it was perfectly balanced and shaped for him … the length, curve, and weight all were just right, maybe it was his after all, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he would want a rose blade of all things … for some reason he immediately felt rejection as soon as he thought that, he blinked and tilted his head, eyeing the blade. That was just … odd; it was almost as if that feeling had come from the blade. He shook the thought away and quietly moved forward and adjusted the rags, sighing at the minimal protection, he didn’t like feeling so open to everything. As he wandered around he blinked as he ran into a wall … thunk, he winced and rubbed his head … He frowned, “What the hell … that wasn’t there before …” he said eyeing the tree muttering to himself and he poked the wall, which was in fact a Tree that seemed to have moved … right in front of him.

It growled. He blinked and flailed backwards rapidly … “W-what the hell?!” He said eyeing the … growling tree as it began to shift and move … before slowly rising and towering over the man. His eyes widened slowly and he began to shift back as the giant tree turned and morphed, a shifter hollow though he’d never know at the time, formed from a tree to a demonlike beast. The porcelain mask warped and changed, and the claws and fangs grew as the thing took a shape of an almost ghoulish appearance. His eyes widened as it grinned and drooled at him, and then blasted forward its claws elongating and dripping venom, he cried out and raised the blade in confusion as the beast’s claws lashing outward and slammed into the blade sending him flying backwards into a tree. He hacked up blood and stumbled back again as he groaned rubbing the back of his head weakly as he looked up in time to get a hand full of claws raked across his flesh sending him into a tree. He winced and cursed in pain, stumbling a bit as he fell to his knee’s for a moment as he breathed heavily. “D-Damn it …” He muttered in pain as he tried to force himself to his feet, stumbling about for a moment before forcing himself to slowly move forward as his blade raised into a defensive stance … he couldn’t think he was going by pure instinct. His body was not cooperating however … the poison was taking effect and he winced again stumbling about for a moment as he tried to focus his vision.

The beast eyed him a moment before cackling and rushing forward cackling as the claws move to pierce him through … then it blinked as suddenly it saw him behind it instead. He watched the beast spin and attack air and blinked with his blurry vision in confusion … but he knew he had gotten lucky likely, and he lashed out as hard as he could, slamming the blade into the Beasts back as blood flew in all directions and it cried out in agony as its arm fell to the ground and it went skidding forward holding the stump in rage as it eyed him, all hint of mercy and fun gone now. It snarled and shifted as the wound began to seal, but not regrew. He narrowed his eyes and realized he didn’t feel the poison anymore ether … how odd … He heard it then inside his head … Let me lead you … I’ll protect you I promise … He frowned in confusion and then stared … there was a beautiful woman beside him, halfway see through … her kimono connected to the blade in a ghostly trail … he was sure he should throw the blade away, but his heart cried against it. She shook her head and touched his face gently, Trust me … Don’t make me watch you die … He watched her fade into the blade and then gripped it tighter, he suddenly trusted her … after all, it was her over the beast. He raised the blade and closed his eyes … letting her lead. She smiled to herself before she focused on the beast as it saw suddenly four of him surround it … and then they all attacked, it panicked unsure what to do in this and tried to leap away, it dodged two a second passed through doing nothing … and then the last drove through its skull. It didn’t even get to cry out in pain as it toppled over and began to disperse into glowing particles … dead.

He fell on his butt, then over onto his side, unconscious from the forced use of his chakra … she made sure he would live and then quietly closed her eyes in her inner world, he trusted her … he actually trusted her, she’d never been so happy and she smiled to herself patiently … lovingly. He awoke to yells who knows how many hours later, he groaned and opened his eyes his whole body ached form exhaustion and poison, he felt sympathy wash from the blade and smiled weakly … then winced in pain and tried to get his bearings. He looked around quietly and focused on the sounds, they were far off to the side, human by the sound of it, he groaned and pushed himself to his feet forcing himself to move forward, he came upon a small farm with a fire blossoming in the left side barn, and several men with knives and one with a crappy quality katana threatening a small family, an old man, two children and a young woman maybe in her early twenties. A man lay not moving in front of the men and the woman was weeping holding the boy back whom was yelling out for his father to get up, a pool of blood surrounded the body. His guy clenched … and a feeling of rage filled him from himself, and his blade. He ground his teeth and shrugged off the poison … he would ache and cry later, this was utter barbaric cruelty and he wouldn’t stand for it.

He began forward ignoring the pain and didn’t hesitate, he moved right in behind in time for the man to turn with a sneer, and get the hilt of his sword smashed across his temple, dropping him into unconsciousness immediately. The two with knives turned in time to get twin broken wrists and then booted strait into the flames as he growled and they screamed bursting from them and running leaping into the river, not the brightest idea as they were swept away. He kicked the man’s blade to the side and sheathed his rose blade, and looked to the family giving a kind smile. “Are you … alright?” He murmured weakly … and then his body gave out and he fell to the ground to the surprised and fearful yells of the family. He awoke again, this time much less comfortable then before in the soft grass. He was tied down to a bed by leather and rope, his large frame of muscle pinned as he opened his eyes slowly the honey brown melting gaze flowing over the area as he winced a bit. “What the hell … where am I now …?” He muttered to the air … he felt very alone without his blade and he tried to focus in the darkness, he finally saw a young woman, the wife it seemed, leaning against the wall asleep clutching the blade lightly in a lazy grip … unsure and asleep she obviously was no warrior. He also noticed the poison had run its course and he was feeling actually quite healthy … just tied down.

He sighed and leaned into the bed, frowning a bit then focused on the girl examining her quietly now, she was maybe twenty three physically, pale soft skin, pitch black hair that fell down in silky strands naturally strait down her back, a face that seemed to have Asian tints but primarily American it seemed. Her petite frame was lightly muscled but it was the build of a farmer, not a warrior. He sighed and leaned back considering this a moment … he heard the children being watched by the grandfather downstairs, they were asking about their father, he felt his stomach clench again … several hours passed this way and he patiently waited for her to awaken as he lay back calm and content to be tied down, it was only for their own defense he didn’t blame them. He was a random man with a sword that saved them and then fell over half dead in front of them after their husband and father died … he’d likely do the same thing. As he watched the sun rise he looked to her calmly and waited as the sun hit her eyes, she winced and slowly fluttered open, he almost gasped … they were the most incredible eyes he could image, bright yellow with green tints to them they shined like crystals. He was momentarily dazed as her beautiful face finally looked upon him and realized he was awake, the angelic face suddenly furrowed in a deep frown, which made him frown as the sudden mar on her beauty … he much preferred her smiling, her hands clenched his blades hilt tighter. “Who are you?” She asked in a soft spoken, but strong voice, and yet … she seemed so small and alone.

He smiled gently and shrugged … “I don’t know … I cant remember my name …” She frowned at that and seemed a bit off beat, even most criminals tended to give their name if only to mock her. She stared at him in confusion a moment, “Where did you get your wounds …? I treated them but they were terrible … Im surprised you were even alive yet alone moving and fighting still.” He blinked a bit and shrugged again, “Im not … Sure exactly what it was. It was some beast with a porcaline mask that was a tree and tried to eat me … I managed to kill it, barely … but its poison and claws certainly did their work. I thank you for your help.” He smiled calmly and gently to her, she seemed highly confused now. “You … you killed the Forbidden spirit? Truly?” She stared at him in amazement as he nodded with a questioning look, she smiled brightly, “Oh this is wonderful news! I should go tell my Brother at on- …” Suddenly she stopped, and froze … then slowly sat down as she remembered. He realized it hadn’t been her husband, but her brother now … he frowned, he wanted to hold and comfort this poor woman but he was in the issue of being tied down. He watched as she wept silently, hands dropping the blade in what was almost disgust as she sat down, right on the bed, and his feet, he adjusted a bit so she could sit on the bed at least comfortably. “Im Sorry for your loss ... If I had only gotten here sooner maybe …” He murmured softly … trying to talk to her, trying to help her, he wanted to badly to help her.

She sniffled and looked at her, those beautiful eyes filled with tears … he tested his bindings and snapped them easily and slowly sat up rubbing his wrists, she looked taken aback … but didn’t move as she must have realized he meant no harm for her or her family. He gently placed a hand on her slim shoulder, “Is there anything I can do …?” He murmured softly, trying to at least offer his help no matter what the task may be, she shook her head … and suddenly burst into tears and fell into his chest, he stopped short, unable to comprehend that for a moment and awkwardly, but gladly placed his arms around the poor girl comforting her as he rubbed her back gently … feeling awkward at comforting a total stranger, but he knew he wanted to, no, he had too … and he would do what he could to help the family, the brother probably had been their provider, without him the family would fall apart. After a moment she sniffled before slowly drawing away from him … he whipped the tears from her face gently and smiled softly. “Here now … It’l be alright … Promise …” He murmured comfortingly, she shook her head a bit. “How … the children will go hungry … I can’t hunt or fish I don’t even know how to farm more than plant the seeds … Father can’t do it he hasn’t been able to move about for years … What am I going to do …?” She whimpered helplessly and rested her head into her hands.

He frowned a bit and stood up, removing the last of the bindings, then reached down and helped her to her feet, brushing her hair from her face and whipping away from her tears he smiled a bit. “I will stay and help … No one will go hungry, and no bandits will touch you ever again or your family, this I swear to you.” She blinked and stared at him … “But … you don’t even know our names! … Y-you got a welcome by us stealing your only possession and tying you to a bed!” He shrugged a bit, “A good response is you ask me …” He gently took the blade from the floor and strapped it onto his back, “I don’t like seeing you cry or sad … I want to see you smile again like you did for the sun so … I’ll be your sun.” He smiled softly and nodded toward the door, “Shall we?” She smiled weakly … and nodded, leading the way to his new life. As they traveled down through the stairs he examined the house curiously, it was a small cabin it seemed, about four rooms per floor, and three floors. As they got to the bottom he leaned down and examined the area curiously before chuckling a bit to himself and leaning down, so he wouldn’t hit his head as she lead him forward. They went outside to find the children playing in the fields, the grandfather leaning in his chair and glanced over. “I told you he was a fine boy Jira, you should have trusted my sensory …” he chuckled a bit and stood up slowly, leaning heavily on his cane and clapping him lightly on his back. “Nice to meet you my boy, I’m Gigiro Komashi … I’ll let my daughter introduce herself and the kiddies …” He let a whistle out and the kids came running up.

She sighed a bit at her Father and poked him playfully into his chair before turning to him, “Im Jirani Komashi, Gig is my father.” She placed a hand on the girls head gently, “This is Sira Komashi, my Niece.” She then placed her other hand on the boys head, “This is Hinsshi Komashi, my Adopted Son.” He chuckled and kneeled down. “Hello Sira, Hinsshi. I’m …” He considered it a moment, then Jira spoke up, “This is Mr. Hinsshi … he shares your name Hinsshi isn’t that neat?” She smiled a bit to her son and he grinned and nodded rapidly, they both clasped their hands and bowed. “Nice to meet you Hinsshi-Kun! Arigatou for saving us from those mean people!” he nodded a bit softly, “Your very welcome … and im honored.” He murmurs looking to Jina with a gently smile, she simply nodded in return with a gently smile touching her lips. “You two run off and play … Mr. Hinsshi will be staying with us, as he doesn’t have anywhere to go … and I think … we … all need him now.” They nodded and ran off waving and giggling to go play. He smiled softly, “Their good children … Though calling me Hinsshi may confuse them, what’s a good last Name?” He looked between them, Gig then smiled weakly … “Niaga … It means Bloom … its my Mother’s name, you’re welcome to it.” He blinked in surprised and smiled once again … “I’m honored, by both of you … thank you.”

Time passed and as it did so did many things … Hinsshi constantly worked to keep them safe, upgrade the farm and provide as much food and resources as they needed. Eventually he began to train with the blade and his hunters bow, the combination was quiet effective and he also found out he was an excellent herbalist and healer to top it off, always a protector and healer, he began to learn different remedies and fixes for anything from a scrape to a broken bone, and saved their lives many times over never asking for anything in return. And all the time he played with the children, talked of old times with Gig until the day he finally passed away in age about thirty years after he had arrived. Hinsshi Niaga began to spend as much time as he could with Jira … and he began to fall in love, unknowing to her already love for him. Many years passed like this and the children had aged a few years physically, and finally … Hinsshi got the courage, he asked her to be his … and she agreed. Never had he ever been so happy in all his life, he had the best of all worlds and they were wed a few years later. Two years later she was heavy with child, his child … and still he loved, spent time with all and the children were filled with energy at possibly having a little brother or sister, as he considered both his adopted children at this point.

Sadly however it was not to last … As she went into labor, Hinsshi was forced to watch both his wife and his unborn child die as her body couldn’t handle it, they both died in childbirth and he was left with nothing but his two children that were not truly his. They were both very strong now and could easily live on their own … he took them to the town and left, his gut clenched as he tucked them into bed a final time … leaving the note with their breakfast and food and supplies he had bought them to last them for nearly a year, after that they would have to fend for themselves. He would regret his decision the rest of his life and never find out he was a grandfather, never find out he was never forgotten and thought dead by his children, and the fact that they truly thought he was their father as they couldn’t remember their real Father. He would never know … and perhaps it was for the best. Hinsshi broken and shattered always kept up a fake smile and happy go lucky attitude, but silently he cursed the world and everything in it. Always carrying that dark seed of hatred in his soul … he always tried to help other’s tried to help them grow strong and true, but no matter the good he did he could never get it from his mind … he had killed those children he knew it, and the guilt tore him apart. Finally he ran into the gate guards … the noticed his odd chakra and his skill with healing and chakra though he didn’t know how to utilize his chakra yet, and they asked him to join the academy. He did … and his story began anew, but always was that seed of guilt and hatred inside him … it would never go away.

Subject: Re: The Life Cycle of the Immortal Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:50 pm

Third Life: A New Chance
Three Thousand Years Ago ...

Tetzou was born into a traveling survival caravan inside of the South blue, on the Island of South Amerigo, he was the child of the Guardian of the Caravan, as well as the next in line to be the head warrior when he grew old enough. However, something one day happened, the day after Tetzou's tenth birthday, all hell broke loose for his life, in a sense. Tetzou rushed along through the forest ruins ... the young ten year old boy tugged the high collared jacket down a bit to breath easier as the katana on his back clanked noisily from his rushing. He had fallen asleep on the last caravan stop! The rule was if someone didn't show up within three hours of morning, leave them behind! He had been left! He had to track them down! Tala had been making funny faces at a lizard scurrying in the underbrush when a thought occurred to her. She had risen early, before the others, and had been gone for hours, clearly it was late in the morning, and... She startled herself as the lizard scurried off, rising swiftly to her feet. Being something of a free spirit and not having any parents to tie her down often brought her trouble, but it seemed this time she had really done it. She turned her face to the direction she knew the caravan to be heading in (at least from what she had last been told), and hastily headed in that direction, leaping over some shrubbery and hurrying off - far more alarmed that she had left her pack behind that particular morning, than over the thought of having been left behind.

There Tetsou was, leaping running and occasionally tripping, minding his own damn business when suddenly out of nowhere came some girl out of the bloody forest! What the hell! He couldn't top, she didn't see him,"... Ah damn it." he muttered before slamming face first strait into the girl from behind sending them both tumbling head over heels into the nearby ditch with a crash and thud. "Ooow ... What the Hell Woman?!?! Watch where your going!!" He growled his Catlike eyes glaring at her with a mutter as his collar was lowered exposing his shark like teeth. The young girl let out a yelp of surprise as she was apparently tackled from behind. She wasn't sure what was happening, but the next thing she knew she was laying in a ditch. Her head was swimming, but she still manage to scowl at him, "Me?! You're the one that ran into me, doofus!" she let out a soft groan, sitting up slightly, "and get off my legs, you're heavy!" She half yelled, voice faltering as she caught a glimpse of his teeth. She was quiet a moment, before suddenly her eyes filled with alarm, "YOU'RE ONE OF THE CANNIBALS THEY KEPT TELLING ME ABOUT!" She hollered, giving him a shove. He opened his mouth to yell, before all of a sudden he got shoved, she was yelling something about a cannibal. He of course in instinct leapt up and slid the Katana free shifting into his heavenly Stance as he looked around in confusion. "Where?! What Cannibal??" he muttered looking back and forth several times ... before he finally got it.

His face slowly flattened and his eye twitched. "IM NOT CANIBAL YOU DUMBASS!!!" He spun yelling at her waving the sword like a cane, "What the hell! You scared the shit out of me!! Dont joke about that kinda crap those people will eat a kid as much as an Adult!!!" He glared at her twitching in annoyance before he blinked. "Wait ... dont I know you?" Staring at her a moment as her reply shot out. "Wah! Cannibal with a sword!" She pushed herself away with her feet and hands as the guy freaked out, waving a sword around. "D-dumbass?" She stammered, slightly dumbfounded. "You're the one tackling people," she hissed slightly as she brought herself to her feet, dusting herself off and easily noting that she had skinned her knee in the fall. She leered at him, opening her mouth to speak as the boy's expression seemed to soften slightly. "Eh?" She narrowed her eyes somewhat suspiciously, looking him over carefully as she considered if he was trying to trick her. "I... Guess something about your ugly mug looks familiar... Sharkboy." A anime frustration mark formed on his forehead. "Oi!! Its not like I got the teeth by shaving them down you idiot ..." he muttered, but eh relaxed a bit, with a clink sheathing the Katana he muttered and crossed his arms over his chest tugging the collar over his face again he eyed the ditch and leap from one wall to the other landing with a slight totter and a skid before he knelt down and grudging offered her his hand, eh didn't look happy about it but he knew he shouldn't be TO rude to someone in the same boat as him.

"Im Tetzou ...Oshami's Kid." Oshami was the Villages Retired Champion and Defender. She arched a brow as he offered her his hand, and she peered about as though gouging whether or not she could get out on her own. Sighing, she looked back to him as he stated whom he was, slowly extending her hands to clasp onto his. "Eah, what are you doing back here?" She blinked, eying him carefully, "weird that they left you behind... Did you do something bad?" She blatantly questioned. He muttered a bit, gripped and then took a breath before lifting the kid showing surprising strength as he lifted her clear a foot and a half off the ground before having to stop and help her climb back up he rubbed his arm afterward before blinking at her questions. "Nah ... Fell asleep in a Tree ... Sorta trained all night and was tired as hell." he frowned before his cat like blue cyan eyes drifted forward toward the trail. "Their gone now. Look at the sun." He sighed and plopped with a frown, the sun marked it now as mid-day ... they would have crossed the river by now, which meant they couldn't get across. there was no way a child could swim against the current, even an adult man couldn't, they needed rafts ... He groaned and fell back onto his back. "Fuck. My. Life." Tala exhaled when she was placed on her feet once more, casting her eyes skywards for a moment, she furrowed her brows a little. "I don't really care that they're gone, but... But they took my stuff," she spoke this words with immense bitterness, "I was almost done with my map, and they took it..." Her fingers knotted into her brown hair, which she pulled at as she kicked at the ground lightly.

"Argh, no fair," she growled, but eventually turned to sulking. "Oooh," she whined, staring off in the direction that they had headed, "I worked really hard to get what I had... And even harder to draw it..." She pouted, swaying slightly before simply faceplanting into the ground in self pity, "stupid adults." He sighed softly. "Maps ...? Your a Navi ...?" He blinked and slowly glanced at her as he let out a sigh as she faceplanted. He slowly stood up and glanced around. "... Thats kinda cool." He gave the grudging complement, he couldn't even read after all, he sighed before he then leaned down and scooped up his blade. "Ether way ... I'll make us a Shelter ... and get food ... if you wanna help ... by all means do." He sighed, he was stuck. With a Girl. If eh was five year solder he was sure he'd be thrilled, but right now it was just freaking annoying. Her head popped up slightly as she was given a compliment, as forced as it was, and she watched him, "yeah, I've been trying really hard to be one..." She said, blinking stupidly as he began to make survival plans. She looked around as she sat up, then slowly clambered to her feet once more. "Well, okay... But I'm not doing it because you told me to, I just don't like useless people!" She told him, nodding her head firmly as she took a look around. Her eyes turned skywards for a moment as a breeze blew pass, and they seemed to dull a little, "it's going to be a cold night," she announced, sounding uncharacteristically thoughtful. He blinked and glanced at her, "You can tell that ...?" He tilted his head as he was stopped from looking the area over and he chuckled. "Well ... Ok I give a real thing now ... Im kinda impressed."

He nodded ... still a bit resistant to giving such compliment, however he still simply leaned over and scooped up a nearby log. "Can you make Fire ...? If not gathering berries would be ..."He was going to order her but sighed, and changed the thing. "Would be a very helpful thing to do ... if you dont mind doing ether or both." He nodded and then drew out a odd knife that was notched, much like a saw and headed toward the sapling tree's. She allowed herself a small smile as she received a second, less forced, compliment, vigorously nodding her head. "I can make a fire~" She said, trying to suppress her joy at being praised (which was something she got much of). As he picked up a log, she arched a brow and snorted, shaking her head. She watched as he drew out a knife and wandered off. Tala began to peel the dried bark off of the log, gathering up little bits of dead grass and shrubbery until she had made a little nest of dried tinder. She glanced around, surveying the area, she found a suitable spot to put the fire and sat herself down here, with two rocks and a couple of sticks, just in case one method did not work. He glanced back and chuckled nodding, she apparently liked complement at least. He sighed before he leaned upward and began to rapidly saw down the saplings ... after about thirty minutes he had a large stack going followed by about ten logs. He then moved them over near where she was making the fie, finding no rock walls, eh instead went tot he nearby massive Tree, and cut down the smaller tree around it ... he began to get a basic shelter going, surrounding it in a circle of large logs making 'fence posts' almost, before he then began on the actual shelter with the tree being a center pole for it.

After a lot of messing banging rocks together and rubbing sticks rapidly between her hands, Tala had a small fire going, and she watched the flickering flames with a glowing pride. Sure, it had taken a while and she had yelled at it a time a two, but there it was, a flickering flame. She glanced to Tetzou, seeing that he had made a shelter in this time. Her gaze fell upon her meager fire, and they narrowed for a moment, before she brought herself to her feet and grumbled, ambling forwards to search for food, as he had suggested. She wandered carefully away from the camp, keeping a close eye on her surroundings, she grabbed a rather large leaf, to use as a bowl of sorts, and crouched beside a bush of berries. She wasn't certain what they were, but they were bright red and they looked good, as such she began to pick them - somewhat impatiently as she practically ripped them off of the bushes, but she was getting it done nonetheless. He chuckled at her yelling and temper. Girls were weird it seemed ... ah well. He watched as she slid away to gather food h sighed as eh finished up the main shelter he wandered past ... sweat dropping at her practically crushing them. "Easy ..." He muttered as he passed, "unless you want berry Juice not berries." he then began to gather large bustles of grass, leaves, and pine branches, knowing they were good insulators as he eyed her carefully occasionally. She stuck her tongue out at him slightly as he criticized her berry picking skills (or lack there of), but in spite of this she seemed to heed his words and began to pluck the berries more carefully from the little bush.

She sighed as she set the leaf down and began to use both hands, which were stained slightly red at this point. When she had more or less picked the bush clean, she meandered they were good insulators as he eyed her carefully occasionally. She stuck her tongue out at him slightly as he criticized her berry picking skills (or lack there of), but in spite of this she seemed to heed his words and began to pluck the berries more carefully from the little bush. She sighed as she set the leaf down and began to use both hands, which were stained slightly red at this point. When she had more or less picked the bush clean, she meandered back towards the camp, watching as he started messing around with branches and leaves, "you look like you're building a house." She stated, rather blatantly. He glanced back at her. "You wanna die from Frostbite ...? Of course im making a miniature house. You said it gets cold ... it already hits below freezing here at night ... cold means it'l be even colder then that. I don wanna die." He shrugged, gathering it all up he carried it over and first intertwined it through all the branches and walls, before laying out the rest on the ground, finally he eyed the final workings ... and nodded, it'd work.

The large Oak tree now had basically the look as if it had grown into a One-Room Cottage, rocks lined the ground and floor, and the sapplings all curved upward to about a six foot space, around the size of a normal living room, lined with grass, leaves, and pine branches, and then moss over top that. He clapped his hands togethere and nodded. "Done. Least for today ... tomorrow I can start on the wall outside for the animals out there ... and I can make a little inner oven and a second floor later this week." He rubbed at his neck frowning and then looked at her. "Do you want meat?" She tilted her head slowly as she watched and listened to him, wondering if he could really do what he was saying or if he even understood it himself. Soon, she shrugged her shoulders softly, "well, whatever you say, then," she looked at the leaf full of berries in her hands as he suggested meat, "well, yeah, but... This place is pretty barren... That's why we were traveling around so much... Where do you expect to find meat?" She asked, sounding more than a little pessimistic, "and what are you going to do chase it around and swing your sword at... whatever is out there..." It seemed as though something slowly dawned on her as she slowly turned around, staring at the area surrounding them. He tilted his head lowly, "The area is inhabited by a hundred and fifty different species of predators, and fifty specie of prey. The hunters are easy to find. Its killing them thats hard ... and fun."

He shrugged, "Im supposed to have been the new champion when i turned eighteen ... I know how to hunt, and kill. If you want meat I'll go get it for you." With that he adjusted the katana on the log, drew it, stabbing it into the mud to remove its shine, before grabbing a few nearby sharpened sticks obviously make shift javelins. "Stay by the fire ... you'l be fine. If something gets to curious just go into the house." With that, he disappeared into the darkness. She stared at him stupidly, as he babbled about killing and champions. At any rate, he seemed determined not to go out and kill something, and so she simply arched a brow as he began to disappear. "Don't get yourself killed," she finally called, after a moment or two. Left alone, she fidgeted slightly for a moment before lowering herself to sit by the fire and setting the berries beside her. She inspected her scraped knee for a moment, before shrugging it off and glancing around, feeling the familiar feeling of loneliness and alienation set in, she simply sighed. It took around thirty minutes, before finally there was the sounds of crashing, a scream of a male child as if in pain and then a deafening roar ... before silence fell for several long minutes. Finally came the sound of an incredibly potty-mouth young boy, Tetzou came forward blood dripping from his shark like mouth, and the blade at his side as he drug the body of a medium tiger behind himself, it was about six feet long and filled with three javelins with a huge gash across tis front from the blade, he spit blood tot eh side as he dumped the body by the fire and plopped against the ground panting softly, across hi chest his jacket was shredded from the swing of the beasts paw.

"... Meat." He said simply, not complaining and keeping his face calm. Tala startled from her trance as she heard a scream, jumping to her feet, she watched, and listened, as Tetzou re approached their little campsite, apparently wounded and having killed a tiger. He then just sat down and acted like nothing was wrong. "Are you stupid or something?" She asked, sounding genuinely convinced and a little concerned as she sat on her knees in front of him. "You're bleeding and your shirt is all torn up and..." She cast a glanced to the tiger, before looking back to him. She paused a moment and tore a piece of cloth from her sleeve, which was sort of tattered somewhat already, and extended a hand to carefully wipe away the blood around his mouth, "where are you hurt?" She managed to ask, feeling a little angry at him, and yet concerned. He grudgingly allowed her to wipe at his mouth. "Its paw nailed me ... got cocky when I trapped it ..." he muttered, despite his wounds he carefully cleaned his blade until it hone before sheathing it and setting it to the side, before he lay back and breath heavily for a few moments. "Mn ... it isnt a bad wound its just going to bleed alot ..." He murmured, surprised she cared enough he simply shrug out of his jacket and expose his darker skin, coated already at a young age in scar's as he examined the four nasty wounds going from his upper-chest all the way down to his lower abb's, he winced as he touched them. "Ok ... so maybe it hurts a bit."

He muttered grinding his sharp natural shark like teeth. She watched as he pulled off his jacket, unphased by the bear skin, she stared at the long claw marks along his chest, as well as the other scars on his body, for a moment or so, before announcing, "you're an idiot," and bringing herself to her feet, her eyes dancing as she considered their current location. "Stay there and don't die while I'm gone, kay?" She asked, or commanded, before moving away from the safety of the fire, she could be heard ripping more of her clothes as she wandered, carefully noting each footfall. Before long she had made it to a small pond of water. It was dark, but the moon gave her enough light to work. She immediately noticed a bucket, and regarded it sadly, thinking that other people had passed through at some point. It passed, however, and she soon put the torn clothing between her teeth, filled the bucket, and began to muck it back in the direction that she had come from, eyes ever vigilant and hands ready to give anything stupid enough to approach her a hefty crack across the head with a bucket full of water. He lay there a moment muttering to himself before he huffed. "Theres stuff I gatta do ... cuts or no." He growled, forcing himself to his feet ... where he proceeded to stumble a few times and wince, he growled before he moved forward again and grabbed the nearby corpse, yanking it over, stumbling occasionally to the fire he plopped down panting a bit and placed his sword beside him while she was gone, he kept the meat safe, and took out a knife ... starting to skin it while he waited for her to return, it'd give them a nice blanket for the night after all.

She returned to find him up and about, apparently skinning the animal he had dragged back. "Stuuuupid, I told you to stay stiiiiill," she contemplated throwing the water on him, but didn't want to douse the fire that she had worked hard on. Grumbling to herself she wet the torn cloth, wringing it out slightly before approaching him, swinging the cloth slightly and sending drops of water everywhere. "Well, you can either clean yourself up, or I can do it," she shrugged, clearly not embarrassed by the thought at all, "but you had better clean your wounds, because you don't want to get an infection. They are gross and nasty and dangerous and theres nothing or no one out here that can make it better so you'd probably die..." He looked at her as she came back and grinned a bit weakly shark teeth flashing, "If you dont listen to me why should I listen to you ...?" He asked in a sort of mimic of her, e was teasing her as that sounded like her. But he did plop back and wince. "Sorry sorry ... your right ... I just don't like not getting things done ... if you could I'd appreciate it ... I hate to admit it ... but the most I can do right now is stab my knife in and fall over." He muttered, and then a few seconds alter did just that with a huff of pain. She glared at him for a moment, eying the bucket of water like she was contemplating drowning him in it. As he admitted she was right her anger eased off slightly, and with a roll of her eyes she knelt down beside him after he had fallen aside.

She rose the cloth, which was rather cold, against his chest, carefully dabbing at the wounds and wiping away the blood. She was mostly quiet as she worked, before eventually announcing a single word, “Tala.” From this single word, their relationship grew ... Tala and Tetzou lived on this island alone for seven whole years, they didn't just survive, they flourished, Tetzou built them a massive tree house in that old oak, they hunted, h taught her how to survive if something ever happened to him and she created her own style of combat based on his swordsmanship lessons. As time passed however Tetzou grew as did she, when out along the trails of their familiar forest when tragedy struck them both ... they were swordsman now, both were around sixteen. Nether of them were some incredible inhuman master that could take on someone with a gun ... and that is just what they encountered. Two Gunshots, and just like that ... their stories ended. The bandit chuckled as they passed the bodies, looting them and grinning at the expensive looking swords, and left the bodies to the animals, not caring in the slightest, so fragile was life ... Tetzou thought to himself as he lay there, his eyes Darkening as they found Tala's. At least ... we Die Together. Was the last things he could think ... as they passed on. Not long after, Tetzou awoke in another place ... no memory, no idea what was going on he sat up in a forest ... a large Nodachi beside his body covered in rags ... what the hell had happened? ... Confusion, he had a new story to start as he stood ... the next chapter in his Life had Begun.

Subject: Re: The Life Cycle of the Immortal Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:05 pm

Fourth Life: The Sorrow of a Hybrids Birth
Two Thousand Years Ago ...

Darkness settled over the land of Water, it was a peaceful night of the soft sound of trickling water and crickets cheeping their songs across the expanses of the island. The small fishing village held the man who stood in thick robes a low hood over his face as his eyes scanned the area quietly, he then flickered from existence reappearing standing there on the top of one of the buildings with a blank expression across his face. Danku Kaguya looked at the village he had been sent to massacre calmly, his own story was for another time, how he had survived the massacre had always been a mystery to all, but he did, and noone complain inside Kirigakure no Sato ... afterall, he was one of the strongest Jounin they now had. But there was a problem this time ... this was -his- village ... his home outisde of Kirigakure no Sato ... his Wife, his unborn child where here ... so he was faced with a problem, many in the village indeed resisted the shinobi from Kirigakure, however only because they were rude and barbaric to the small village's inhabitants. Danku sighed, but he had to follow order's ... but he wouldn't kill his wife and child, he flickered down and got to his door, knocking on it he waited for his wife to open it when she finally did he quickly came in and explained, he then told her to leave quickly while he started on the other side of the village ... she knew the risks of marrying a Kirigakure Shinobi, Especially a Jounin Kaguya, so she did not hesitate, she left quickly, as quickly as she could being pregnant, seven months in for that matter, so not very fast. He then flashes forward and rams a his hand through a neighbor's doorway crushing it easily as he calmly steps through the doorway as screams come from upstairs.

Danku remained emotionless as he calmly walked up the steps, the father stumbled down the steps barely awake to see hsi friend, he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong and blinked as he walked right past him ... then fell to the ground without a sound ... accept only half of him fell, his legs and lower torso stayed standing for about ten seconds ... then it fell. Danku continued to walk up the staircase calmly, the blood trickled down the stairs as the mother stood on the top of the staircase eyes wide staring at him in Horror. "D-Danku what are ... yo-" She never finished it he walked past her and her head fell down the stairs as the body fell to the floor with a clunk and a sickening squirting sound as the blood covered the floor seeping through the cracks and carpeting. There were three children a teenager and two babies, twins left to exterminate. He walked calmly through the rooms eyes cold and merciless, he had done jobs like this hundreds of times after all. He finally entered the last room and met a barrage of shurrican and kunai blasting at him from all angles from hundreds of traps the kid had set, the teen in question stood in-front of the cradle with a kunai and a windmill shurrican eyes widened in fear as eh watched the traps simply ping off his body and fly off uselessly. "Kunai dont work on a Kaguya who has mastered his bloodline kid." He said simply and walked forward before spinning and slamming his heel into the kid shattering the windmill shurrican immediately and then facing a barrage of attacks to fast for him to even see, the body fell, split into hundreds of pieces and he steps over the gore to the crying babies. He raised the blade and dealt the final blows, an hour later the village lay dead at his feet, he was not without regret however ... he let the bloody bones flow back into his arms before turning quietly and hand signing several times. "Katon ... Grand Fireball no Jutsu ..." And with a massive explosion of heat and flames the village was decimated, he closed hsi eyes taking in a breath and then turned calmly moving tword Kirigakure, his job done, having no clue as his wife was tracked down, and captured by two ANBU.

Danku finally made it back to Kirigakure and was welcomed by three ANBU who bowed to their captain and led him to the Mizukage's personal office he calmly bowed before rising again and awaiting his order's quietly. He frowned at the Kaguya, "Is it done Danku ...?" Danku simply nodded and bowed thinking that was all that needed said, but the Mizukage raised a hand. "One moment ... you slipped up just slightly a woman got away, likely slip through the back while you were killing someone. People have accused you of begin a Traitor ... so I just ask you to prove them wrong and do the Finishing blow so we can all go to Bed, Danku." He waved a hand boredly watching him calmly as the ANBU brought in his wife, his eyes twitched ... the first sign of emotion he had show and the Mizukage's eyebrows raised curiously. "I cannot." He said simply ... the Mizukage sighed, "I didn't think so ..." He flicked his wrist and before Danku could move his wife's head fell tot eh floor and her blood hit his face ... he could do nothing but stand there, starring into her lifeless eyes as the life died inside her ... with her, his unborn child ... murdered. He stood quietly a moment, then the Mizukage said coldly, "Handcuff and Seal him ... his punishment will come shortly." The Ten ANBU stepped forward calmly raising their hands to do as ordered ... Danku simply raised his hands and began rapidly hand-sealing stopping on the last one. "Katon ... Supernova ..." He murmured softly and all their eyes widened hugely as the Light and fire elements were combined the ground and building began to shiver and shake and he opened his eyes now filled with bloodlust and hate. "Die ... all of ... you ..." He murmured as the entire building suddenly melted becoming nothing but a boiling raging field of lava, burning sunlight and flames the ANBU fell, immediately dieing and melting away int eh flames as the Mizukage cursed and hand-signed rapidly taking a huge intake of breath "Suiton ... Bursting Water Collision Waves Jutsu ...!" The Water washed forward enveloping the flames and steam filled the area completely as the Mizukage building clasped on itself both flashed backward the Mizukage smoking and burned, Danku bruised and spitting water to the side.

It took him a matter of hours ... he had to constantly beat back ANBU and Jounin, Chunin even as he rushed through the village constantly avoiding the Mizukage so as to avoid epic battles he could get tied up in. He cursed and finally saw the gate, closed ... son of a Biiiiiiitch, just his damn luck! These bastards took his family, now they wanted him! He snarled and Closed his eyes cursing in pain as black tattoo's flooded his body ... his cursemark activating as his left arm became completely formed into second stage the rest staying in first he hadn't mastered it enough yet after all to enter second stage and keep his control. The guards eyes widened as a massive spike of bone formed and he drew it back ... SLAM!! One strike, the gate cracked, Second strike, the Gate Caved, third Strike!! It blew out of the sockets the massive double gate of titanium chakra steel flying through the air as Danku took a breath and flashed out of the Village rushing through water counter as the cursemark slowly surged back into his body closing an eye panting heavily as he rushed forward. Finally ... he fell into a cave panting heavily, a few footsteps nearby but never close enough to matter, he was safe for now ... so he ca lapsed and refusing to cry, but needing rest he lay there tears streaming down his face but that was it as he refused to make a noise, he was alone ... just like with his clan, he was alone. He clenched his fist, his unborn child ... dead, his wife, dead. His head fell into his palms and he just say there shaking, he was done ... he could no longer go on ... there was nothing left, but he couldn't die ... not yet. He had to make his way away form here ... but when he found what he was looking for, he was going to let himself die, that ... was that.

He finally awoke his eyes dry and red dehydrated blood covered and weak he fell into the river coughing weakly as it carried him slowly downstream his endurance allowing him to shrug off rapids easily as he flew down the streams. He Opened his eyes slowly when he realized he was finally at the outskirts, clean but now in torn up clothing he was hydrated again as well ... but starving, knowing he had to eat to keep going he went diving in the river that had been his transportation, easily catching a few fish he decapitated, gutted, and cleaned them and just ate the salmon raw like Sushi. He made sure to eat the bones as well for the calcium, wishing he had some milk but it would have to do. He popped one of hsi few calcium pills to help and stood weakly as he slowly walked forward and headed tword the docks, he quickly stole some new commoners cloths, as well as putting some makeup on to cover the dot son his head and tattoo's, he then greased up his normally neat locks and dyed it in fruit juice to turn it bright red he added more grease and dirt turning it a dirty bronze color and then fit right in. He played the role of a hunter from the lands of Water and got a ticket on a boat to head across the sea, always depressed and quite he didn't bother lining, saying he had lost hsi wife and unborn children the topic never came up again they were good people. He walked quietly along the boat as the days passed, eventually they got to their destination after a few long days, Fire Country. The Hustling docks here were far larger and nicer then the ones in Water Country he blinked and stepped off admiring the exotic view of the new tree's and people and culture from the vendor's. He finally took to a path following the crowd ended up in Konoha, one of the most un-hidden of the hidden villages it seemed. He blinked as he was easily able to buy himself a small apartment, and made a living there for two years staying undercover as a hunter and fisherman for the village selling his food and found he was an excellent chef as well as hunter, he actually began to forget about his troubled past and even started to believe maybe he could start a new life though his wife and child were never far from his mind, because of this ... he could never truly be happy so it never went anywhere with the flirting, leaving alot of broken hearts.

Danku was out checking his stock one day, when he heard the familiar steps, soft and subtle to the sides, Shinboi steps ... ANBU steps. He frowned pretending not to notice as he continued counting stock. Then a man came up in plain view in Jounin gear and said curiously, "Sir do you happen to have any fresh Salmon today? I have a Dinner planned and want to Surprise my Wife." With a grin. Danku smiled softly and nodded moving to his fish storage inside the building, immediately he was pinned against a wall three kunai at his throat by three ANBU the Jounin walked in calmly. "We have information saying you are infact a Missing Shinobi ... now things can go good or bad for you here ... Two years and you have not once harmed anyone, thats good on your record. But we are going to be researching, if you have anything bad in your past, now's the time to say it." Danku knew it wouldn't work ... he was going to be jailed until they figured out who he was, and then he'd be killed, or turned in to Kirigakure. He grinned, "Kaguya ... Danku ... S+ Rank Missing Shinobi ... X-ANBU Taicho ... X-Jounin ... X-Seven Swordsman of Kirigakure no Sato ... And your all ... Ganna die." He then poofed melting into milk, a water clone! The Jounins eyes widened and he spun around ... to late, there he was in the middle of the street hand-signing rapidly. People screamed and scattered as he slammed his hand onto the ground and narrowed his eyes. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu ... Gran Guard Daijoukai!" A massive explosion of wind and flames before there stood a massive dragon of pure black, crimson eyes glowing, the Rank four summon looking up slowly at him, "Danku ... what'v you gotten yourself into ..." He grinned a bit, "Gomen gomen ... I'll tell you later ... for now get us out of here ne?" The dragon snorted but obliged, shooting into the sky leaving the village scrambling and screaming as he shot off across the continent, soon landing in the deeper Forrest of Fire Country west, he landed. Danku explained all that had happened and the dragon, sighing proofed to take the information to the rest of the royal family.

Danku quietly made his way through Rain country Warily, this was not a place he could slip up, even he would have trouble against the Akatsuki ... He warily moved forward before he made his way to the edge of it to wind country, thankfully eh avoided any conflict before he made his entrance into Sunagakure. No longer did eh have his disguise up it was pointless now, Sunagakure was his last hope. He slowly moved through the desert the sun blaring down on him as he moved forward slowly and quietly, before long he made his way to the center of the desert, a Woman was sitting by the road taking a break from walking a tight fitting outfit wrapped around her showing off her curves, he was now about twenty seven, and slowly walked forward curious ... he then stopped and stared. The Woman had horns ... and a demonic tail wrapped around her ankles from her rear, claws adorned her fingertips and toes, and fangs tips hinted from between her lush lips. She slowly looked over blinking some nad her head tilted taking him in as well, she looked around twenty, possibly a bit older. He raised a brow and walked over curiously. "Are you alright miss ...?" He aksed, curious but not bothered he had seen far worse and knew not to judge by looks. She blinked, looking surprised, and examined him again. "No no ... Im fine ..." Her head tilted and she watched him a moment opening her mouth to ask something, when a kunai flashed through the air to slam strait into her throat ... but Danku was faster he easily placed himself between her and it, it dinged off his back and then a massive explosion as the tag blew up ... not even hurting him as he covered her with hsi body. "Someone's a bit angry with you it seems." He murmured with a chuckle at her wide eyes, he couldn't help himself and kissed her forehead fleetingly. "Give me a moment hmm Lovely, then we can continue our conversation."

He turned and looked forward, there was about ten of them in a semi-circle in front of him and around them. All wore Iwagakure headbands ... a raid on Suna perhaps? Who knows. He shrugged out of his top rob letting it fall along his legs. "I will give you ten seconds to run ..." They laughed and shot forward as one ... then he realized it when he kicked one into five others and they all exploded into smoke, kage bunshin's. They backed up as six of them went down in one shot, re-evaluating their target as they all hurled a barrage of kunai and shurrican, all ending with two windmill shurrican at him. He raised a brow and flickers his wrist, quickly parrying every single one so they were sent flying in all directions and he smoothly flickered reappearing in-front of them aiming seven fast stabs, three more poofs, and a cry of pain as the last one was stabbed twice in hsi chest by the bone blade and sent flying backwards. He landed with a grunt and then there was a click, cursing he turned in time to see a barrage of Senbon flying at the girl ... he bit his thumb and slammed it down. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu ... Queen Hasakimoko!!" BOOM! a massive blast of air and smoke as the senbon bounced off the hide of the dragon queen she towered above them all, the now terrified girl between her limbs. "Hasakimoko! Protect her, please! I'll have my hands full!" She humphed ... but nodded and her wings unfolded becoming a partial barrier of scales, the tail wrapping around as well as she growled out loudly causing the new arrivals to back up, five more stabs and the Iwa was dead he flickered over and examined his new foes. The seven Shinobi left grinned ... and several Dojutsu activated, he cursed and bit his finger again ... three more blasts ... and he opened hsi eyes slowly ... sage chakra flowing around him, his eyes now dragonic ... a perfected dragon sage mode around his body. Ten hours later ... there were several poofs as the Dragon King, Queen, and Royal Guard fell ... leaving only one half dead Fujiwara S-Rank, and a half Dead Perfect Sage-Mode Danku left there, panting heavily. His sage mode almost up, he ground his teeth and rapidly hand signed before he used the last of his chakra and with a massive explosion he murmured softly, "Raiton ... Sky Gods Judgment Jutsu ..." The mans eyes widened huge and slowly looked up as Danku raised his palm, hsi sage mode gone in a flash of chakra use and then ... the massive lighting bolt slammed into the Fujiwara ... burning him to a black husk that fell over to dust ... Danku fell to hsi knee's panting heavily bleeding in multiple wounds, his chakra dieing low as he coughed up blood weakly. "D-Damn it ..." He fell over, unconscious only hoping her managed to protect the poor girl.

Keisha Takamira has never been so terrified and amazed before ... a Sage, just ... a random sage, the -Dragon- sage none the less! Had just appeared and saved her!! Using S-ranks she'd never heard of, wielding summons, powers and jutsu she'd never though possible even for a Kekkai Genkai wielder! And then he took them all down ... but he finally fell, she squeaked and shot forward frowning she quickly picked the poor man up and checked if he was alive, she breathed a sigh of relief that he was! She quickly took him and brought him to Suna, explaining what had happened ANBU were sent out, and eh was well cared for. Now things happen its life, and as time passed they spent more and more time, he was promoted to Jounin of Sunagakure and soon after several years she became pregnant. He retired at the age of thirty to spend time with his new family and as the eight months neared she began to get sick ... the child, a child of two of the most powerful Kekkai Genkai in the world ... was feeding off her lifeforce three times as much as should have been given. Their head medic, Haniona Callin did all she could, but in the end it was just ... useless, she couldn't manage to get it to work correctly no matter what she did ... the girl was going to die. The day the child was born, and her last words were Danku's name ... his heart could not take another death, he never saw the childs face, unable to face it he told the Kazekage to give him to a family that would love him and raise him right but to watch him ... or the boy would make hsi fathers mistakes. The Kazekage agreed, she trusted this man and trusted his son when he would get older. She decided to not allow him to join the Academy until the age of fourteen, and when that time came they would see what would happen. His father was never found after the night of the child's birth ... there is not even a marker in the village to mark him or his wife, the freak of Sunagakure, and the Dragon Sage that died of a Broken heart were never heard from again ... and their legacy never found out about his parents or his heritage the right way.

As time passed for the young boy his chakra grew more and more, he was being raised by his new parents and had no clue of his true heritage. There was no evidence of the childs bloodline besides abnormal endurance and speed, but that could be of ether bloodline with his rapid healing when he got hurt. He sighed as he slowly opened his eyes in his small home with his parents, he was six now and starting to understand the world. He hopped out of bed giggling a she tripped don his face and then wincing rubbing his forehead, “Owey T.T” He muttered hopping up to his feet and yanking some cloth’s sprinting out of the room with feet to big for himself as he stumbled and fell down the stairs with a loud bang and crash as a vase crashed against his head “Itaaaaaaiii … ~ @_@;;” He whined out flopping back dazed against the wall. His older brother, now about twelve walked down the start calmly, gave him a good kick, and wandered into the kitchen. “Dumbshit … watch where your walking.” He didn’t even feel the kick but pouted that it had been done anyway. Finally his mother came out and blinked, sighing, “Hoshi did you trip again … are you hurt?” He knelt down brushing the bits of vase off the small black haired boy, who shook his head, “Im fine moma! ^^ I just tripped agin.~ Gomenasai about the vase … >.<” She smiled and patted his head, helping him up. “It’s okey I’ll clean it up, go wash up and come eat.” He nodded and shot up the stair’s to the bathroom, so was this the usual morning in the Zanko household, she never understood why they kept putting things breakable at the bottom of the stair’s. She sighed smiling softly and knelt down sweeping all the broken bits into a pan and tossing it away with the rest of the vase then went to make breakfast.

Eventually he meandered back downstair’s looking around curiously to find milk and pancakes with bacon waiting for him, “O.O ‘Tank you moma!!” He shot into the chair and started to devour the food at high-speed, the child having a abnormally giant hunger he could out eat Akimichi if he truly tried likely, if it was food he liked anyway. He Nommed on it all and sucked down the milk before hopping to his feet giggling, “Im’a go and trainz!” She smiled and wiped off his mouth taking his dish and nodding, “Go with your brother and be safe, nothing silly like last time!” She patted their heads and his brother sighed before leading off hands still in his pockets, Hoshi looked at him in awe, his brother was known as Jinshiko Zanko, or “Suna’s Midnight Flash” He was only twelve and already an A-Rank Shinobi, possibly the fastest Jounin of Suna at the time he was a ANBU Captain, and had even developed his own technique to allow him to easily take on Shinobi with Kekkai Genkai easily. His Brother was his Idol, but he didn’t care … to Jinshiko, Hoshi was a nuisance that never should have joined the family. He lead them to the Training area and turned on his heel, “You have five minutes to prepare and then we begin.” Hoshi nodded and started to tighten up his sandals and armor plate son his skins and forearms, adjusted his small dagger and then shifted his stance into a weak tiajutsu stance. “Disgusting stance, left foot farther in, tilt your right foot at a better angle, shift your torso down seven degree’s …” and so it went on and on, countless instructions and barraging nearly an hour of insults before he had it right, then the actual training began. One movement and Hoshi was sent slamming into the sand. “Again.” Is all his brother said to the whimpering boy. This went on for many hours before it hit afternoon, and he turned leaving the panting whimpering boy laying in the sand crying softly from how much he hurt.

Eventually Hoshi managed to stand up covered in bruises and head home for dinner, his stomach grumbled as he walked into the warm house. His mother gasped and come over, taking his chin tabbing at the bad bruises that didn’t really hurt anymore, “H-Hoshi … who did this to you?” She said, his father walked in, eyed the even bruising, and growled, then stomped up the stair’s yelling out “Jinshiko Himura Zanko!!!” His mother sighed making the connection and gently dabbed at his cuts and bruises before wrapping him up like a mummy in bandages as the yells filled upstairs’ … this was the other daily ritual, why did his brother hate him so much … Eventually he sighed and stood up, it was dark out now and he was taken care of and already mostly healed, he’d be unharmed by tomorrow morning he liked how he healed so fast. He went to bed with a plop to start a new day tomorrow at dawn so the rituals would start all over again. Eventually he awoke the next morning to a cold dark room … Moma hadn’t lit the candles, weird. He hopped up and went to the bathroom, scrubbing himself clean before he meandered into his room, lighting the candles to cast a gloomy shadow across the room, he felt uneasy for some reason, Moma always lit the candles … and he couldn’t smell cooking … slipping on his cloths and peaked over the stair’s, it all looked normal, but again nothing was lit. Eventually he kept down the stairs blinking before he managed to touch the ground with his foot looking around nervously, “M-moma …?” He whispered as he wandered through the house … no one was here … what was going on … He started to get scared now and started to jog … then run … nothing … shadows, darkness, the smell of rus- … He stopped looking around slowly. Rust …? Rust meant blood … Blood … BLOOD?! He cried out and rushed tword the source to the closet … he looked down, seeping from under the door was a pool of half dried blood maybe a few hours old.

Hoshi stared as he reached outward hand shaking to open the closet door, just as his Hand was about to make contact a slim hand he knew so well from its pummeling grabbed his Wrist. "No. Don't." His Brother whispered eyes Rolling Tears down his Face, "I Cant bear to see it again ... we Have to get out of here Hoshi, Now." He murmured, but Hoshi only Heard one thing ... "Again ...?" He murmured softly ... Then his mind went into overdrive, and came to the wrong conclusion. "You ... Killed ... Momma and Daddy ...?" He murmurs Softly, an almost Demonic hiss rising from his mouth. His brother blinked and stared at him in confusion, "W-what? ... No! I would never! They wer-GAH!" He let out a Scream of pain and suddenly His arm snapped as Hoshi grabbed it fangs glinting as his Crimson eyes stared with utter hatred up to his brother. "Why ... Why ... Why ... They loved you ... they loved m- ..." His eyes Widened even further, "You killed ... them because they loved me ...?" He murmurs softly, He didnt notice the black shadow of a man slip out of the Widow, All he knew was his brother had killed his own Family, Killed HIS Family. "Y-you ... MONSTER!" He screamed before his brother could even speak, pure rage overtook the boy, a Demonic Pressense flowed over his body, and his bones cracked and popped, elongating slowly into harder, lighter bones ... as they suddenly burst from his wrists, pulsating Demonic Bones. He Cries out in pain an Utter hatred, attacking his Brother who's eyes widened. "Kekkai ... Genkai ..." He murmurs softly, before the Blade Sunk into his leg, he hacked up blood. "Damn it! .. Hoshi ... even .. if you kill me ... -RUN- ..." He murmurs Hoshi's eyes widened, then he Cries in Rage. "BRING MOMA BACK!" And the blades Rose and Fell, his Brother gave a soft smile and Hugged him ... Driving the blades into himself. "I'm sorry ... I was such a terrible brother ... Run ... Ho ... shi ..." He murmured, and his head rolled back as he died, tears rolling down his Cheeks.

Hoshi lay there several minutes ... Panting softly staring at his Brothers face in Death. He killed him, he killed his own brother. He began to shiver slowly, wrapping his arms around himself, just in time to feel three Kunai dink off his suddenly incredible endurance Body structure. His brother's words flashed through his mind, "No ... I didnt ... Run Ho ... Shi ..." All of them jumbled together as his eyes widened. He had killed his brother for no reason, awakened something dark inside him ... his hair change and altered, his body shivered in shock ... Their dead. Their all Dead. Everything he loved is dead. Theres another kunai to his skull. .. he slowly looked back to the man who has killed his Parents. "You ..." He murmurs softly .... Opening his hand, a Bone blade slowly sank out of his wrist ... before he flashed forward and attacked, screaming in rage the boys speed and movements were supernatural, blades sinking deep into the Man over and over and over until he is sent flying backwards and slams into the wall, bleeding from hundreds of wounds ... as he slowly fell, He shivered ... and lashed his hands outward, ten spikes of bone shot out, slamming into him and impaling him tot eh wall. His parents were avenged .... He fell to his Knee's, as the blood rolled down his body and over the floor ... He let out a sickening cry of a Dieing animal that echoed across the entire Village, He slowly stood ... he had to do his Brother's Final Wish ... So he Ran. He leapt from the window still dripping blood and shot off ... He had to get out, they'd blame him, they'd kill him!! He weaped silently as he somersaulted over the wall, landing in the unforgiving sands of the Desert.

As Hoshi went into the Desert, He was Met with harsh Reality, He had no Home ... No Family, and Noone to Care for him, he had to grow up, he Had to get strong, Or he was going to Die. He went through living hell for months. barely surviving only his Kaguya BLood kept him alive, he lived on Scorpions and insect he managed to find. However slowly, he Began to adapt ... he Began to realize the Watering sources, the Cactus, the animals that could be Hunted. He began to find the Beauty of the Harsh climate that is the Desert, after a Month ... He had become known as the Dune walker of Wind Country, Always wrapped up completely in Dark Tan Cloth to blend into the desert, Hoshi lost himself to Instinct for a long time managing to Build a Underground hut and Live there for many years, he Finally turned Thirteen and Got a control over his life, he Carved bowls and Utensils, and Began trading with Merchants for more Civilized things like a Batterer-Powered Fridge, even a Bed He managed to make with new Supplies. He lived well, and after a Long time it all payed off as he Began to grow and Become what He was Meant to be, a Strong Warrior, and a Desert Survivor like his Father had Been before him. Hoshi spent all his Time training or Hunting and Sleeping, his Skills grew increasing strong and combined with his Kekkai Genkai his skill was Undeniable. He had become a Master of Speed, and even began to dip into the Control of his Bones. He faught against the Coyote and massive scorpions, developing a Natural Endurance against their Venom after several years, he was known to save travelers from the Monster Massive Scorpions that Roamed the Desert. He Became fast enough, to even keep up with Jounin. However, he was goofy ... he had gotten his mind back, and he was a total goofball as he zipped, he'd often just trip for the fun of falling and reminding himself he had his Limits. Years passed ... and Hoshi Knew the Day was Coming he would ahve to Return to Sunagakure, he had to Follow through with his Parents wishes. And Two Years later ... He did.

Hoshi sighed as he slowly looked up at the ceiling of his small underground borrow/house, it could barely be called ether. He was fifteen now, today … but unlike some children birthdays meant nothing to him, he hadn’t had a party or any reason to look forward to it for many years. He sighed and stretched shaking off such thoughts and hopped up onto his feet his chakra rolling through him as he meandered to the small battery-powered fridge in his room, kneeling down and Opening it he sighed before pulling out a gallon of milk and just drinking strait from it, not like anyone else lived here after all. Swishing it around he chugged a bit more before meandering to the small cupboard he had to make himself, so it was ragtag, he opened it up and pulled out a small carved wooden bowl and cereal box. He poured both cereal and milk into the bowl at once with a lot of splashing and moved to the small mattress he had, plopping down and eating it without a spoon messily. He grunted and hopped to his feet, his eyes flowing around him till he located the door and yanked on some cloths, fairing ration energy around him so it cleaned his skin, burning him he winced but meh no biggy. He yoinked on his cloths and dug in his feels shooting forward to head to suna in a blur of speed behind him.

After making it he skidded to the academy leaving a dust cloud settling over the other students who gagged and waved their hands staring at him with a ‘wtf’ expression. He waved to them with a happy grin and gave his name to the blinking instructor, Hopping into line he started to bounce on his feet boredly. With a cough the instructor returned to his paper’s, “Right then, you are hereby entered into the Sunagakure academy, if you take this seriously, and understand what it means to be a true Shinobi I’m sure you will all turn into great Shinobi. If you don’t think this life is for you no one will force you to stay. Now, please follow me.” He turned on his heel and all the younger kids followed after him, Hoshi bouncing on his toes as he followed in last. The first day was an easy one, they went strait to basics , a pretest for their skills, starting with … paperwork, Hoshi sweatdropped, he couldn’t read. Immediately he was signed up for extra classes as the instructor sighed, exempting him from the written pretest. A younger boy smirked at the black haired boy cockily, he waved back cheerily, causing the boy to glare in annoyance. Soon came the Ninjutsu test, all were tested for such basic as chakra control that was it. Hoshi listened and was just puzzled, chakra control, what? He tried and well … nothing at all happened. This time the instructor frowned and marked a big F on his paper, pretest wasn’t going so well thus far. Again the boy smirked as he easily got it done in seconds.

Realizing he had a lot of work ahead of him he stood tall, refusing to feel shame! They were broken into pairs, and ironically he was paired with the boy, a few of the older thirteen and fourteen year old girls kept giving him dreamy eyes, causing him to sweatdrop, he never understood his body and how much it would attract other’s, perfect physique however does that he would learn later. They then were tested for Genjutsu … he told them to focus their mind out … try to prod eachother’s but that’s it using chakra to control it. He tilted his head and closed his eyes … trying to feel out … imaging the chakra like water a sit moved through him to the boys mind, and blinked a she felt something … raising a brow he tried again and once again he touched his mind, the boy had a sort of dazed look on his face and Hoshi headtilted, watching a moment before shrugging as the Instructor gave him a firm nod of approval, writing in a B on Genjutsu Chakra control. He grinned, hey maybe was wasn’t a total failure! And then the final test, the cocky boy still looked smug as he wandered into the gym. The instructor nodded to all of them and motioned to the area, punching bags and a area course … blunt wooden spikes that would still hurt a lot, wooden kunai traps, ninja wire, and fake tags. “You must make your way through this as if it were all real, alive, so to speak, go into alphabetic order and begin one at a time.” Thanks to his name, Hoshi was stuck in the rough front and watched as the cocky boy, Amashi, run through it smirking with a fair amount of skill but nothing glamorous by any means, he got a C, above average.

It didn’t take long before it was his turn, they all seemed so slow to him, he frowned and shrugged looking to the instructor, he clicked the watch … “Go!” Peirceum!!! He disappeared, even the instructor couldn’t keep up, all the other kids jaws dropped staring in amazement as the boy blasted forward flying over traps punching a hole through the incoming wooden logs breaking them in half, spinning and slamming his elbow into a tree sending it somersaulting backwards as he skidded again and launched himself forward once again. In three seconds he landed on the end of the course, no tags had been set off, all the traps shattered and none having hit their mark even with a skim, he dusted himself off and looked back looking for approval to the instructor who was staring at him in utter amazement. He got uneasy with everyone staring at him, even the boys smirk was gone, jaw on the floor pretty much. “N-nani? >.<;;” was all he said before several girls swooned, his abb’s and chest showing from his rapid movement, the instructor coughed boys glared jealously, and he was written with a “A+++” and Below it, “Possibly Special Jounin Level …” He blinked and shrugged some hopping off to his spot again as he popped his shoulder’s some before flipping up and moving to his spot watching the other’s go, feeling stupid after such a show of physical power’s, so did he get his nickname as one of the cuter girls but more reserved said, “I like you Usagi-Kun … you make the other boy look dumb! ^.^” He blinked and coughed blushing some, “A-Arigatou …”

It had been a month but Hoshi couldn’t get his chakra control down, gym and any physical techniques he mastered easily, that chakra control was just natural to him, Genjutsu he was above average with, but Ninjutsu … damn he just couldn’t mold it beyond simple ration bursts. Finally his sensei decided to try and teach him a mixture of Taijutsu and Ninjutsu in hope to help him get the hang of it, chakra focus: legs, would increase his speed greatly if he could manage it. He blinked and deicded, hell, why not? The instructor took him to the gym and said, “Alright … its pretty simple, focus your chakra into you rleg muscles, force it to mold into pure energy and speed for your muscles to feed off of and grow.” Hoshi nodded, “Haaai!~” He clasped his hands and closed his eyes, focusing quietly … the chakra flowed into his legs and he grinned but … he couldn’t stop it, and it started hurting, “E-er sensei … my legs … hurt …” He frowned and walked over placing a hand on the muscle three times its normal size and cursed, “Cut the flow Rabbit! Stop!” But he couldn’t and it was –really- hurting now, he was whimpering and then … a sickening noise of a muscle ripping as his skin turned red underneath and he cried out falling to his knee’s, his leg muscles … his legs … the pain … He blacked out he had never felt something so agonizing. When he finally awoke he saw a beautiful face gazing into his, angelic and tanned silver white hair falling close to his, the smell of vanilla and flowers falling voer him … an angel …? He blinked, no, he couldn’t die from a leg injury could he …? Wait. .. His legs!! “He immediately opened his eyes wide and shot up, almost headbutting the beautiful woman who got back just in time, ‘eeping’ he stared at his legs, they looked completely fine but there was blood around him on the floor there was a crowd of students around him and he blinked, “Ano …” The instructor fwapped him, “No more Ninjutsu!” He winced and nodded, though eventually … he managed it and many more A and D-ranks, but that was his limit, the Beautiful woman was Seo Inka … and he had been hit by his first crush, he didn’t care about her body though that was incredible … no, it was her eyes … he daydreamed about them constantly … that angelic face and perfect skin.

It had been five months since Hoshi had joined the academy and he was already time to graduate, he was about to set the record having mastered all the E and D-ranks available to a Academy students with the help of M-Sensei, Seo-Chan, and Riku-San. He had finally gotten to the point he could mature and keep on growing, Seo smiled as she produced the headband after his exams he passed flawlessly, handing it to him and he gave her a grin blushing lightly as he always did with her near. Hyobe became his Jounin … he had a squad, he had a life again, and people cared about him once more … for once in a very long time, he felt like he was loved, like he had friends. Hyobe-Sama was strict but he wanted to help him grow … Seo-Chan was loving and a tease, and he knew he shouldn’t like her but couldn’t help himself, Riku-San was a good sensei and a rough friend, and Chigestsu-kun was a good friend and sparing buddy, and he had a rival! Aoki-San was strong as hell, and he wouldn’t give up till he beat him! So did his new life start … he was a Shinobi of Sunagakure, and no way would he loose the people he cared about this time around!

Hoshi quietly stood on the Rock spire in the training area rubbing the back of his neck with a Frown. He was a Chunin now Huh … step closer to his Goals he Supposed, but he wasn’t sure if eh was ready for that level of responsibility … and a squad already too. He sighed and rubbed his temples, the Raikage promoted him because they needed more Chunin and higher ranks, and he was strong enough, That’s what he was told at least … so he was chosen because he had to be chosen … He winced at that thought. “Then … I have to make them want me in their Ranks.” He murmured and his crimson eyes went to the sky, he launched himself off the rock … he had to be faster … stronger … endure more. He formed the demonic rune covered bone blades as his ring glowed softly and launched himself forward, flipping off the rock spire blades in hand he stomped the button the light flickered and the other normal Chunin he had asked to come help him formed from the shadows launching a five-prong attack. He frowned and flickered around one feet sliding as he spins his blades rapidly jabbing across the ones back sending him hurling forward as blood leaked from the holes in his Chunin vest. The Female he dodges spun hurling three kunai at him, he spun as his bones lashed out sending the weapons flying in all directions as he launched himself forward to counterattack- FWAM! He got a sidekick to the face, he had forgotten about the other three, he cursed his stupid move as he flipped in the air landing with a skid, no bruise even formed but the fact was the Chunin landed a kick … he couldn’t allow that damn it!

He shifted his feet apart before he blasted forward once again keeping ears on three eyes on two as he flipped over their attacks, spun around their kicks and countered with deadly accuracy. Soon He skidded back again leaving two on their knee’s and three sporting some nice wounds and bruises. He spun and lashed out his arms as three shurricans of bone hurled forward thudding into the Chunin charging at him he grunted and fell on his face the silver glow under his eyes dimming and going out, his Dokugan sealing under unconsciousness. He flashed forward to get a suckerpunch uppercut sending him flying in the air … but he narrowed his eyes, jumping at the last second and the punch just fly’s past his face as he lands and the blades lash out once again. “To slow!” He growled out as the demonic bloody bone blades slashed through the Chunin’s armor of stone and send him blasting backward slamming through a rock spire. He spun on his heel his weapons shifting again as he lowered their points to the ground before he focused and lightning snapped out surrounding the blades as he grinned at the remaining three they weakly stood up and formed into a new formation. He chuckled some but wouldn’t take them lightly he shifted his stance again and moved into the counter stance, narrowing his eyes and waiting. The Opponents shot forward and spun lashing out, he spun reading their movements as time seemed to slow around him, ”Sands … of Time.”

He wielded the Suna technique perfectly, both blades lashing out and all three dropped down, completely Ko’d and unable to move. He breathed a bit heavily as the bones flowed back into his arms and he slowly looked back, watching the medical team go and repair the damage he did and take them away to the Hospital, he didn’t even have to regenerate … he rubbed his skin where the sucker punch almost hit. He was slow still … he should have seen that and dodged it. He sighed, He had a lot to improve on … but that just meant he had to do this Daily, Seo, M, and Netsuki may be dead … but there were plenty more he still wanted to completely whipe off the face of the earth … but not just that, he had another reason to get strong after all. “… Eiko’Chan.” He murmured softly to himself and stretched before going to get his normal milk and calcium enhanced breakfast. After reaching the breakfast area he sighs rubbing the back of his neck before plopping down and ordering his usual. The man was used to the kaguya by now and easily wandered over and gave him the food. He bowed his head and handed him the ryo before breaking his chopsticks and chomping down, He quietly ate as he thought about it. His Speed had improved a bit … and his endurance far more then a bit … but everything else was lacking. He frowned with half a shrimp hanging from his mouth its shell still attached as a crunch sounded as he bit into it with a sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave an apologetic look to the other customers and rubbed his head again.

If He could just get better at his Ninjutsu and Genjutsu … that’d help him hugely, but it was so damn hard for him to get his chakra focus right to even attempt to do such a thing, He groaned and rested his chin in his palm. He would work hard of course, but it could take him years to get even to the level of your average Genin. With another depressed sigh he poked at the food having lost his appetite now, he scarfed the rest down not caring about taste, and chugged the milk before standing up and bowing to the Man behind the counter. He turned and hopped down and started his normal rounds around Eiko and the Fujiwara’s stationed compound temporary base. He rubbed his muscles before he flickered off a trail of dust following him a she moved, eyes scanning the area carefully for any sign of threat, patrolling first the outside and then the inside as he frowned a bit. Had that been something …? He frowned again and flickered to the spot he had seen a metallic glea- FWAM! A Sudden powerful punch slammed into his face and he cursed stumbling backwards actually getting a tiny bruise from the strike. “What … the hell …?!” He growled and examined the woman before him, he glared crimon eyes glinting at the Suna Hunter nin Mask.

*( Really … I cant be –that- important to infiltrate a village for!! )* And then she blinked out of existence and reappeared behind him, his eyes widened and he spun crossing his arms to take the kick along his arms so he took no damage, his eyes narrowed and he spun his arms forming their demonic blades and he quickly send barrages of attacks driving her further and further back as he slipt into the offensive stance and then used his own specialty! The Blades lashed out in all directions around him causing him to curse and mutter as ever one barely missed, making a tiny cut here, a small bruise there. He took a deep breath and was about to call for help … then stopped. This was his fight, if he couldn’t take this woman down … what good was he to Eiko-chan …? He narrowed his eyes and spun again blades lashing out with new vigor as he imagined this woman going to the compound … threatening Eiko … He gave a rage filled growl and … !! Slash!! Her eyes widened as she gave a cry of pain as she was slammed into a crater as lightning danced around them the massive flash of light and energy flowing around them as he stands there panting a bit then the bones fled back into his flesh and he watched her coldly as she twitched and choked on blood in the foot deep crater missing her arm with a hole in her gut. He turned on his heel as Jounin rushed by to find the commotion, he told them and the body was taken away to examine it … he smiled, maybe … there was hope for his power yet, maybe he –could- earn the Rank … of Guardian.

Ten Years Later ...
Hoshi heard the Explosions ... Slowly he opened his Eyes from Meditation and Frowned, He was nearing his Thirties now but still looked young as ever thanks to his Keisha Blood. He slowly stood up and looked around slowly, they were coming form outside ... if those kids were throwing firecrackers at the compound again he swore to go- BOOOOM!!! A massive fireball blasted into hsi room he stood there swearing as his burned skin rapidly resealed and he didnt even flinch. He flashed outward in time to slam his fist into another one sending it flying into the River. He sighed as he raised his Hands and looked around slowly, what the hell was going on? ... Then he saw it, there was a Massive Sunagakure attack Force, he muttered why couldn't this War end ... He slowly lifted his hands and Shifted downward, attacking the Fujwiara Compounds was a good move, it would take out one of Kumogakures head clans. But ... they made a mistake, HE WAS HERE! He Flashes forward and his cloths shredded as bone blades exploded into edges at every angle, turning him into a livign weapon as his wounds jsut snapped shut if they even managed to harm him claymores and kunai just bouncing off his Hide. He spun rapidly through the masses, "DANCE OF THE ONI LORD!" He howled and the blades all elongated becoming nearly six foot each shredding apart nearly half the Sunagakure forces as he skidded to a stop and spun eyes narrowed as the bones slunk into his hide and formed abck into his infamous twin demon bone blades. He shifted and charged once again holding a lien against the intruders between the Compound and the enemy, letting them get the children to safety as the Fujwiara warriors poured out to assist their Guardian in Combat. He snarled and impaled one after the other ... then Something slammed into him, he muttered and cursed as he went flying into a wall with a crack ... he shook his head in surmise, holy hell what hit him ... it actually did alot of damage he could feel it even as it regrew. A Zodiac puppet clanked its claws at him ... suddenly he heard screams of pain and eh saw nine more of the puppets massacring the Fujwiara, his lip curled slowly ... "NOOOO!!!" He cries Zodiac Puppets, that was M ... so his old Teacher was here,adn trying to take another Family from him? NO! He refused! His cursemark suddenly swarmed down his body entering second stage as he slamme dhsi hands down, "KUCHIYOSE NO JUTSU!!!" He screamed as suddenly a Massive Basilisk boomed upward sending the puppets flying making a living massive wall between the attackers and the compound and fujwiara, he looked to his family ... looking at the at least ten Fujwiara bodies. "No more! Go, go to your families ... no more FUjiwara blood will be split today ... I wont loose another Family. Go!" The hesitated ... then turned and fled ... he shifted his attention to the wall of suna getting ready to tear into him, he smiled softly, patting eh Basilisks hide. "Gomen to summon you like this Queen ... Im leaving the scroll with Eiko-Chan alright ...? Maybe you can give it to our Kid."

He smiled sadly, the Basilisk snorted ... a single large tear rolled down her scale hide. "We'll miss you kid. Lets have you go out with a a Bang Huh?!" He grinned sadly, "Thats a girl ..." He slowly stood, his tail flicking behind him ... Looks like he was ganna die like dad did ... with a Bang. He placed his Hands together ... several seconds ticked by ... and suddenly the cursemark elongated mixing with sage mode as he opened his eyes and stared down at his foes, then he smiled. "M!!! There is no need for this ... they are gone, and you dont want to loose men! Come out, fight me one on one ... to determine who will lay claim to the Fujwiara Compound! ... If you go down, you all leave! If I go down ... you come, but you kill No more Fujwiara! ... If you dont agree I swear I will Kill every single one of your men till I die!!!" He growled staring them all down who winced under his gaze and the basilisks. Several long Moments ticked by ... before there was a soft sigh, and M blended out of the stone and shadows. "So its come to this has it Rabbit ... my how you'v grown ... and Not just in Size ... you have a beard ... and ... your a sage. Seems all my Students are surpassing me." His eyes narrowed on the puppeteer medic, as the ten puppets danced around him slowly, he patted the basilisks hide and slide down reappearing infront of Mithrajin. "Lets just end this. A classic battle ... Student vs. Master ... funny ... Usually the Student Dies, but the Master is forever Wounded." He murmured ... and slowly shifted into a Kenjutsu stance. M just watched him sadly, "You betrayed us Rabbit ... you Hurt all of us, Killed your friend, killed your fellow students ... broke my Sister's heart, and even went so far as Willingly accept a cursemark just for sheer power. Im so disapointe-" CLASH!!a Puppet barely caught the Speed of Light fast blade as it went through the puppet the tip at his throat. .. if the Puppet hadn't of absorbed the hit, M would have died. "No more words ... I hate you. I hate Suna. I hate that Wh--e of a sister of your's that seduced me just to shatter my heart and Ruin my life!!! NO MORE WORDS! I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" His other blade lashed out shattering the puppet to pieces and nicking M along his chest M cursed as he Launched himself backward hands spinning the puppets attacked as one. Blades impaled Rabbit all across his Body ... He shivered, then spun rapidly suddenly sending the puppets flying slamming into suna nin, and stone.

The blades still in him he charged M winced as the bone nicked him as he barely dodged the attacks over and over sweat pouring down his body. *( He's to fast I cant Keep this U- SH-T! )* He had missed a step, it was only a half a second ... that's all Rapid needed as he slammed his blade into M's stomach and kicked him off it sending him flying through a building. M coughed and hacked blood all over as he winced, twitching a finger as a puppet zipped forward, taking the killing blow for its master as it shattered it apart and M's hands worked weakly, suddenly the remaining six puppets barraged rabbit with attacks, gashing, impaling burning, melting and gagging him over and over as Rabbits blades lashed left and right he took hit after hit flesh rapidly regrowing ... but sweat and blood poured off them both, M having to dodge every third attack for risk of loosing a Limb. finally they fell back ... both bloody messes, Rabbit regrowing his arm and part of his side rapidly, M covered in gashes and wounds three beaten up puppets spinning around him, both exhausted and out of Chakra nearly. "Lets ... end ... this ... you bastard of a teacher and friend ..." Rabbit gasped out ... shifting slowly, all his remaining chakra suddenly poured into his stomach as the bone blade disappeared, M blinked ... watching him. Rabbit gave a grin ... "My Ninjutsu ... got better." he says simply ... and slammed his Hands together with a sick grin. "Sorry Eiko ... I wont be able to meet our son ... but I know he'll make us proud in the afterlife! ... Take your time coming to meet me, my love!" M's eyes widened slowly reequipping the chakra, "NO!" He yelled but it was to late, "GRAND SACRIFICIAL JUTSU!!" He Screamed out, and then smiled softly ... looking at the clear blue sky ... I ... protected them ... Were his last thoughts ... before suddenly he glowed a bright pure black, and exploded with the force to blow away every single person in the sunagakure army, M's Puppets rose up taking the massive explosion sending M flying backwards cracking against the stone and falling into the River ... Nearly dead as he floated away to be found alter by Sunagakure reinforcements. Rabbit was No more ... and Eiko suddenly screamed in pain, for as his Father had his last breath, his son had his First. The Great Basilisk sage, was dead.

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Fifth Life: Pain o- Zzznzngnn ...

"Honestly ... to think you all would have this much Information on Me. I always thought I did such a good job at Hiding.

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