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oOo Who shot that arrow in your throat?
xxoOo Who missed the crimson apple?
xxxxoOo This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
xxxxxxoOo Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars


Rook smiled a the young Nara whispered her plan into his ear. The Ryuujin was more than willing to go with this plan. It was his specialty after all. When the girl stood next to the tree and gave him the signal to leave, he did exactly that. He nodded as she had given him information, and he made a mental note as he continued to make a B-line out of there. He hoped the young girl knew what she was doing. The boy continued his way, and began to look through his pouch. He counted 20 explosives, and nodded. 20 should be enough. Plus the few 10 the Nara girl gave him. 30 in total, oh this was going to be so fun. Rook jumped out of sight, from both Shikarama and Logan. He was safety out of the way, and out of range of Logan's sight. He was at least half a mile away. The boy sighed, this was far enough. He sat down and began to work on the trap he was going to use. The boy smirked, this fight was getting better and better. A kunai was attached by some wires, as bombs were strung from it. He quickly completed his task, before gathering up all the explosives and wires, and venturing back to the playing field. He came from the side Logan wasn't on, and as soon as he came within Logan's sight, he acted. He quickly pulled out the strung explosives, and threw them at random. One went close to Logan, maybe four or five meters away, but most of them were centered around Aya and Shikarama. Rook gave them each hardly any time to react, as he sped to Aya, and grabbed her. Just as he made contact with her, the bombs went off. There were so many explosions, the whole place went up in smoke. The bombs went off, sending everyone into chaos, the entire place was cloaked in loud explosions and flames. It could even be heard from the village! The boy smirked as he went down onto his hands, and went to kick Shikarama in the side of the head, but unknowingly to him, he placed a paperbomb on the side of his shoe. The boy smirked, and stepped away, grabbing Aya and jumping as high as he could. The two sailed into the air, leaving the two of them in chaos and flames. Rook could easily move around in these conditions, as Logan would have a hard time putting out so many flames. Rook's usual smirk was on his face as he pinched Aya's arm slightly, awakening her from the Genjutsu she had been under. The girl came too and looked at him, looking oddly confused. Rook smirked, before looking back at all the trees that were now on fire and some tobbled over because of the force. Rook now had the upper field. There was so many flames, and so much heat, it would take a bit before they died out. The explosions were big, and served as a distraction. Rook jumped up high into a tree, and looked down at the two still in the ruins of the forest. Rook placed his finger to his lip, indicating her to be quiet. Then, the boy jumped down and landed on a branch, and waited.

It had been a long life for Momo Uchiha, Age 14, born in the Land of Fire to her parents who Identities are unknown to her. Momo’s earliest memories were of travel, she didn’t know where to or why but she did remember what she saw, poverty, disease, suffering, war, turmoil, her young eyes stared at it all as they traveled through the provinces, she was about 3 years old they were dull memories with no faces or detail or emotion, more mental images that she held onto than anything… except one thought that she always remembered perfectly, the sun at dawn shining through the pink which fell around like those large fluffy flakes of snow on those still, slow winter days, the trunk of the tree old, thick, wide, and somewhat comforting, as if it’s sturdy frame foretold some sort of natural comfort to those would live alongside it, the branched stained pink with the leaves on its expansive branches as the lone Sakura Tree burned its image in the memory of the child forever.

Momo’s next clear memory was of the Grove, the grove being the orchard where she spent a few years with her parents her eye lit in wonderment as she stared at smaller versions of the Giant Cherry Tree she’d fallen in love with, she was only 4 but she was already helping the adults with their work, What she remembered though was the food, they had cherries so that was what they ate, she loved it, she was practically in her own personal heaven cherry juice to drink, cherry pies, tarts, soups, stews, candies, and several unexpected compounds, though that wasn’t all they ate otherwise cherries would burn out quickly, but all that stuff didn’t interest her, Momo was only interested in cherries more than once had she been laid up due to overeating them, sadly those long excruciating days sitting in a musky old house were among the things she remembered. Momo found it was odd how the most boring things were easy to remember, the day they left wasn’t one of those days though, and she could barely remember it.
But she knew she was five years old; was it day, night, noon; Momo couldn’t remember for the life of her, but she knew her and her parents were on the move, their expressions were… nothing to her she couldn’t remember their strength but she knew it was sad and frantic, fearful, angry, and they were traveling quickly, Momo wasn’t allowed to walk, always she was on the back of mother, after that there were a few scattered memories, the rainy day was the most memorable, sitting in that abandoned group of houses huddle in the corner as if any moment something would be bursting in on them, the night in the glade, sitting around the fire but tense ever so tense a thick wire of the situation putting those two on edge, she couldn’t remember why they were so wound up slowly ticking away. It was easy enough to speculate on, they were being chased, though by what was debatable, Momo had escaped the Mangekyou Genjutsu but her memory was far from complete, fragments floated about here and there but there was one thing that haunted her relentlessly.
It was… always the same, it was like staring in a mirror except what she saw only her greatest nightmare, the face was hers she knew that but the similarity ended there, the hair was a stark white as if the color had been scared from it, her face was always blank, even though there was a small smile, like a grin, she could never bring it on herself to say she was really smiling, but it was the eyes that frightened her the most of all; they were deep… but that wasn’t it, in them she could see herself she could feel the hands around her throat squeezing the life out of her the tears were what frightened her the most the tears flowing from those deep bottomless eyes filled with pain and sadness, and the sudden flicker behind them, it was at this point that Momo always jolted awake; breathing heavy, a cold sweat about her body, the sensation of the hands still gripping at her neck, it would grip her immediately, and she would vomit at the sensation and cry herself to sleep. Momo never told anyone about this dream, no matter what as if simply acknowledging it would make it happen a silly thought but then again perhaps it was the only thing keeping her sane, Momo wasn’t sure what but if this was real then… she was killed, or she was the one killing, the second thought chilled her insides completely, the thought of killing her entire family scared her, but the thought of someone else doing it and herself somehow surviving was also a hellish for her to comprehend. The only one she knew had any knowledge of it was Angelus, and that was only because they shared the same headspace. Though Momo wasn’t one not to notice, the dreams became more and more vivid as well that the amount of time between the dreams shortened dramatically after the Angelus chose her as it’s host, but she was also able to notice that the Angelus had freed her from the Mangekyou Genjutsu she’d been placed under. Momo was saddened at the thought but ever so slowly she had to accept the fact that this was and would be nothing but that; a memory.
That memory was weird though she couldn’t place it she couldn’t understand, after the running there was a large gap, but… she knew there had been something there, careful reflection made her realize the it was the Hidden Leaf, the house there, empty when she had seen it as full of life… the Genjutsu… she touched her ear every once in a while, these earrings she wore were real, where did they come from though? Her parents had given them to her when she was 10 and her Sharingan activated; something of a coming of age present from her parents. But… they were dead long before that… then… who? Who had given her these earrings she wore on her ears to this day, a proud symbol of her coming of age from two people who didn’t exist. She had gone to her neighbors and asked them about any visitors she may have had on her birthdays but they seemed oddly blank about it like she likely would have been before the Genjutsu was broken, thinking about it always gave her a headache, it was so… annoying that this past of hers was so jumbled up and confused, even to this day three years after meeting perhaps her most perfect man.
She would give a rather bewitched sigh as she gave a thought in Ryu’s direction. He was so manly and cool, he protected her from anyone who came after her, for the longest time it had been a strained relationship, he killed people heedless of her wishes… she hated that… killing was evil… evil. She hated Evil… the Angelus hated it more than her enough to kill it, though Momo despised evil she merely wanted to make become good instead of simply destroying it, that way it could provide the world with more good instead of only less evil, Momo and Angelus argued about it several times, mainly given to the point where they were shouting at each other about how Momo was naïve, and how that Angelus was a bitter crone… Momo figured out early that she hated to have her age poked at so Momo often defaulted to it in a tight spot to make the Angelus lose her cool. Though now a days she had come to accept the fact that sometimes the most effective way of bring good to the world was to remove evil… the same way in which one cut out a cancerous tumor in order to save the body. Momo saved them when she could as best she could, but when they died she made sure to pray for them, not only that but she always cried… she couldn’t help it… she hated death… often she found herself staring into nothing the face of that white haired girl haunting her eyes long after the dream had ended slowly it had crept into her mind that it was a memory… more and more it became that she had killed whoever that girl was… but she looked like Momo… so her sister… or maybe it was her who died… but then again… Momo always shoved it away as best she could those thoughts made her sad and angry… but mostly sad. She was glad she had Ryu there with her… most of the time. He disappeared from her side from time to time, she knew that he was going out on mission… killing people… that also made her sad… it was in those moments that the Angelus comforted her and then again she was always there with a warm hand on her shoulder whenever she was sad, pointing out the good in the world to her… happy memories… good times, and bringing a slow smile to her face. She was 14 now… in the eyes of most still a child… it seemed the Angelus had stopped her from aging properly and she was still exactly the same as she had been the day she stumbled onto that camp.
That had been a rather tense afternoon, she traveled with them for a while since she could cook and cook damn well they often leveled out that duty to her and she enjoyed it, cooking was one of her few joys and they rather indulged her whims in it too, Momo and Babs had gotten along swimmingly if felt good to have someone to take care of again, sure the family she had taken care of wasn’t real but… they were still there in her heart illusion or not, and that was the worst thing about that illusion… it had been… perfect. She’d never been happier than in those years, a family to take care of friends, love and care everything she needed, but it was still only an illusion and nothing more, a hollow meaningless existence but she couldn’t bring herself to say that it was just that and nothing more, because even if it was merely a fake existence her joy had been real, but that only made the reality of it more cruel.
Looking forward to the future Momo hadn’t grown that much stronger than she had when she first met Ryu most of her training had been in the medical arts which were sadly few and far between and it was difficult to get Ryu to take her places she supposed it was merely to keep her safe from those who wished her harm but if she was going to be a good medical ninja then she had to know her techniques. She hadn’t returned to the Leaf yet as it was and she didn’t really have any plans to either though she wasn’t a rouge ninja she more saw herself as… independent. Like the Sanin had been when they dispersed to do their own thing. She had never really learned much from the Hidden leaf anyways, most of their curriculum consisted of complicated procedures that rarely saw any use in everyday healing, of course medical discourse was also important to have in those kind of events never knew what was going to be good for what situation, in the ninja world there was such a things as to make any sort of treatment needed, so many dangerous jutsu exist that a good medical specialist needed to know everything. The Angelus with its several lifetimes of knowledge and memories was perfect to give Momo a fast track to experience she needed to be a good medical ninja.
Though Momo was far from alone in her mind her fight with Chaos had awarded her a new comrade, she had caught the eye of the Nine Winged Celestial spirit who decided to inhabit her body as well, which brought her back home to Hidden Leaf she was… weak, such grand powers lay dormant inside her she needed increase her base chakra or she may well have been consumed by her twin guests, as a host for the divine pair she needed to have enough Chakra to sustain them and she was dreadfully lacking in such thing sadly, but she wasn’t worried all she had to do was work hard at it and her efforts would be rewarded, she would make her angels proud of her.
Momo sat in bed staring at the wall completely zoned out her mind was internalized and she was holding something of a mental powwow amongst the multiple personas in her mind, “Good Morning Girls what do you two want to do today?” Momo asked the two angelic figures in her mind, it was a rather comical scene they were all in the same bed cuddled together Momo in the middle and the two angels using her like some Human Body pillow. They both mumbled something about going back to sleep and that it was only 4 in the morning. Momo blushed in her mind, she was just used to rising early but these girls made her sleep in so late recently, she was remiss.

2,250 x2 = 4,500

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Reiko’s lack of knowledge on the deity’s seemed to have made this task on how to alleviate everything more difficult. There was a brief moment of pondering between the two about their next plan. That was, if they had a next plan at all. They weren’t superheroes on television where they could just fight crime back and forth without any time to rest. Reiko’s body was asking to recharge, while his mind was giving him no complaints whatsoever. His eyelids moved over his bronze eyes for a brief moment, obtaining temporarily rest before opening to the world once more.

He exhaled, with small traces of laughter following suit from Mashira’s expression. “You seem displeased that there’s peace temporarily.” He guessed. On the flip side, Reiko’s time on this planet has showed him that just because everything seemed peaceful didn’t mean it truly was peaceful. The meeting years ago sparked from a mass murder of multiple leaders representing specific villages. There was no implication about it where Reiko stood, for he was simply training like it was another day. It was no doubt that even now someone out there was planning something. More than likely, as mentioned before it would have something to do with Chaos. As a small part of his mind pondered more about Chaos, Mashira tried to figure out the motives of strategies of one with such a title.

“If I was a lord of chaos…” he paused as he lifted his head to address her; his body positioning itself to be more comfortable. His hands ran though his crimson,wet hair in an attempt to further wake him up before he continued. “I would want to fight the more skilled warriors. I would want to know that I was the one who was the result of their downfall, not the body’s aging process or natural diasters.” He concluded. The Phoenix didn’t enjoy the idea of wondering day after day about his position as supreme ruler, and if he would not have it had he followed Mashira’s strategy. This was mostly because of how he was trained when he was younger and his rivalry with Dimitri, along with his expulsion. It may have seemed like pride or honor but it was to show supremacy, rather than speak it. And while he agreed with catching them off guard as a good strategy, like Swiss cheese he began to see small holes in the woman’s plan.

“And besides, if one waits for the skilled warriors to die off, there will be more to take their place.” He explained. What was stopping the youngsters from learning and possibly, be better while the chaotic beings channeled their focus on the old and weary warriors. At least with Reiko’s plan he would have more than likely eliminated anyone who stood in his way if he did so; even though it wasn’t as safe as Mashira’s. “It’s similar, if not the same to properties of a hydra. Take down one head, two more appear.”

But as for this lord, or their next target, it wasn’t some sort of mythical beast or overly muscular entity. Instead, according to Mashira’s story, which was received with small nods that revealed Reiko was interested and wanted more, it would be of a boy with spiked hair and a feline by his side. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

Another point was made by her that when it came to killing children, adults were hesitant, but not when the roles were reversed. At least, some of them were.

“Try telling that to Loki…” he jokingly suggested as he glanced over to Loki’s staff, perhaps his last remains and piece of evidence of the god.

Even as a pawn, the first piece to be eliminated most of the time in games of chess he mad magnificent power; power that resulted in death counts in perhaps the thousands with children on that list.

“But a boy with a cat and spiked hair…even you have to admit that’s a bit broad for us if we wanted to preserve peace longer…”Again, another pause as he imagined himself perhaps looking for the target when he would get some rest, or right now if he desired. But a task would be too tedious and would have to wait until the events of chaos would become closer. He allowed a brief moment of silence as he slowly begun to raise on his two feet once more, having the trident in his left hand erect on the ground before trying to figure out what Mashira was wondering soon enough

“So what happens now?”

oOo Who shot that arrow in your throat?
xxoOo Who missed the crimson apple?
xxxxoOo This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
xxxxxxoOo Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars



Rook was admiring his work, his flames, his passion, when something caught his attention. He looked to see Logan and Shikarama standing a little ways away. He blinked, his smirk gone for a moment, before it came back. His smirk was still dark, just not as evil looking as before. He was then snapped out of it, as he was now back to normal. He looked up at Aya. It would seem she passed out from something. From all the smoke she inhaled earlier. Maybe it was from the bleeding she had yet to heal? Whatever the case, Rook would have to carry on this fight without her. Which made it that much easier on Rook's part, now that she was out of the way, and not in danger. Rook looked at the two, and saw Logan holding his side. The boy cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out to the two.

"Gomen! I just don't know what came over me." He replied. He looked back to the fire Dragon, snapped his fingers, and the fire Dragon slithered it's way up the tree and began to circle around Aya, protecting her. Rook clenched onto his scythe more, and ran his finger lightly over the sharp blade. His smirk grew as he saw the fire swaying in the background. He jumped off the burning branch and landed without much difficulty. He placed the back of the blade on his hand, his red eyes blazing with excitement. He was almost shaking with anticipation. He was itching to take them both on. He was getting cocky, and confident. Which was never a good thing. ((x2))