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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:58 am
Kyoshou began wandering in Limbo trying to figure out a way e could come in contact with King Enma. As he continued to walk through the empty plane, He began to smell the fresh leaves of Konoha. This was a familiar scent because it was the last thing he smelled the moment he died. An elderly man came into view. He was wearing a red and white robe and a wide red and white hat. This was unmistakably a Kage hat. The old man took a puff from his pipe and exhaled into a ring of smoke. Kyoshou slowly approached the man as he said.
The man finally spoke. "So you've returned now now have you Kyosho-san?" The man's eyes finally met Kyoshou's. The third Hokage stumbled back as he saw the six whisker-like marks on his face. "Those.....T-Those are the m-marks of the...." Kyoshou finished his sentence "Kyuubi. Yes I know. As soon as I entered this plane, it chose me as its host.....I need someone who's had experience with the beast to accompany me on my quest to be a great Medic nin....I realize that the Kyuubi's strength can take control of me and cause me to hurt others even if I don't want to.
You were the Kage during Naruto's tender age when he found out the nine tailed demon was inside him. I figured I would seek you out for guidence. I don't know what I should do." The Third regained his posture as he took another puff of smoke. "I see where your conflict lies. Unfortunately I haven't been given another chance as you will and will not be able to accompany you back to the world of the living. I do have an idea though. Have you ever thought about having a summon?" Kyoshou looked puzzled. "A summon? Like an animal comrade?
Well not really....why do you ask?" The old man smiled and said "Well I think its about time you formed a contract with one. King Enma, my personal summon assisted me in great times of peril and I'm sure will enjoy watching over you." The Hokage summoned a rather large scroll and unrolled it in front of him. "Now you must draw blood and write your name on the contract." Kyoshou nodded as bit his thumb dripping blood on each of his fingers. He wrote his name on the scroll and placed his hand print on it. The scroll suddenly vanished.
The Hokage then said "Now the signs to summon a beast is Dog, Rat, Dragon, Boar, Bird, Horse, Monkey, and Tiger. Now give it a shot and see if you can summon him." Kyoshou nodded repeating the signs in his head. He focused his chakra and began making hand signs. He slapped his palm flat on the ground and a series of symbols radiated from that point. A cloud of smoke appeared and dispersed revealing a tall staff, black of color with a golden trim. Kyoshou inspected it and said "This is the great King Enma? An eye suddenly burst open from the middle of the staff.
Kyoshou shouted and fell back as a voice came from the staff "Well I'm sorry I'm not up to your standards!" The cloud was suddenly enshrouded in smoke as it revealed its true form of the Monkey King. He was scratching his head picking a bug out of it. The Monkey King then said so your the new Kyuubi Jinchuuriki. Don't worry kid. I'll be your protector. If things get out of hand. Sarutobi, Did you teach him about the cage yet?" The Hokage shook his head and said "Thats definitely something we should teach him shouldn't we?" The Monkey king nodded in agreement.
Suddenly a plain white door appeared. It seemed to be made of ivory. Kyoshou saw this as an opportunity to return to the world of the living. He impatiently said "Can we doo this cage training later? I really need to get going and I don't know if I'll ever get another chance. Saurtobi and King Enma exchanged glances. The Third Hokage then took another puff of his pipe and said "I suppose. Go now. King Enma you know what to do." The monkey nodded and then said "Yes Sarutobi." The monkey then made a hand sign in a very animalistic pose.
He shouted "Transform! Free Form Diamond Pole!" Instantly a cloud of smoke enshrouded him and when it cleared, King Enma was in his usual Bo staff form. It bounced over and slipped itself onto Kyoshou's back. The monkey king then said "Well lets get going. You have the chuunin exams to dominate! Kyoshou nodded and stepped through the pearly white archway back into the world of the living. Kyoshou wouldn't remember anything from the afterlife. All he would know is that Enma is his personal summon and that he was now imbuded with the massive chakra force of the legendary nine tailed fox: the Kyuubi.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 12:40 pm
Hedoro
As the bright light faded to the luminescence of a single candle, the area behind it, the wall, became more visible. It looked much like the long, seemingly endless stretch of wall, with the exception of a door that she'd somehow not noticed up until that very point in time. Hedoro stepped towards the door a bit closer, wondering if she was supposed to enter, if she should open the door to see what was on the other side. She felt an odd sense of trepidation, that if she were to open the door, it was very possible she'd see something that she'd rather not. She
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took a long look to her left and right, but in either direction, the hallway was quickly consumed by shadows, she had no way of knowing if there was anything else in this absurdly long hallway. If she were to pass this door by, she could very well not have another chance to leave this hallway, ever. That sort of constricting imprisonment was something she couldn't handle. Very well, she'd open the door, and go inside. She was really beginning to loathe whoever or whatever was pulling her strings like this, it was really starting to bother her. So, perhaps with
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a little more force than was strictly needed, she grasped the door's handle, twisted, and pushed. Only to have the door remain firmly in place, not moving in the slightest. She growled, low in her throat, and gave another push, but again nothing. She jiggled the knob, it spun as well as one would expect, so the door probably wasn't locked. Then an idea came to her, taking into account how the last door had been. Instead of pushing, she pulled. And of course the door swung easily outwards. She growled a little again, such an obvious mistake! She tried to put
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it out of her mind, and stepped into the area beyond the door. As she did, everything went bright, to a blindingly white glare, shutting off all of her senses utterly. It only lasted a moment, but the moment had felt like a long one. Eventually, the glare began to fade, and her senses returned, one by one. The first was scent. She could actually smell! While the wonder of the new scent filled her, she processed what the scent actually was. She didn't know how, but she recognized it. It was the smell of a city that had just been through a rainstorm, that particularly
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unique scent that was oh so noticeable to those who knew it. The next senses that returned were touch and taste, although those weren't noticed very much, aside from just confirming they had returned. Then hearing, and at the same time, sight. Hedoro blinked her eyes rapidly, ridding her vision of a few remaining glowing motes of light burned into her sight temporarily. Once they did, she looked around, trying to figure out where she was. It was obvious she wasn't in that hallway any longer, that was for certain. For starters, she wasn't even inside of any
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building, let alone whatever one she had actually been in just a moment ago. The sky was grey and overcast, the clouds that had shed their heavy loads of rain still looking full and ready to shed more rain at any time. The sidewalk was dirty, scattered with occasional spots of mud, bits of trash and other items best left unidentified. The buildings had a dreary look to them that had haunted her memories for quite a long time. With a lurch, she finally recognized where she was. The Village Hidden in the Rain, her home, if it could even be called that. She felt tempted to
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try to find a hiding place, but then looked down at herself. She was still a seemingly normal human, they really shouldn't be able to recognize her, not looking like this. She straightened up and set out, forcing herself to walk slowly, to not give any indicator that could possibly clue someone in to who she actually was. As she walked, she remarked to herself how different the village looked now. When she wasn't forced to run and hide constantly. She saw a few scattered people moving to their destinations, none of them even looked at her. That suited her, she'd
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rather avoid any encounters, even if they never knew who she really was. It'd just be less of a bother that way. But just then, as if to spite her wishes, a young form ran directly towards her, bare feet splashing in the puddles as they did. She braced for the impact of their smaller form against her, but it never came. Startled, she twisted around and watched as they ran right past her, continuing down the road. She hadn't even felt them, they had passed right through her. Were they a ghost, or maybe an illusion? Her curiousity caught, she turned and began to
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follow the young form, hastening her steps to keep them in her sights. They didn't move far, though, ducking into an alley after only a short moment. She moved to the mouth of the alley, and peered in, only to feel an odd throbbing in her head. In this alley, something had happened, had happened to her. She could feel it. Something had happened to her in the past, in this very alley. But what was it? The sensation passed, and her vision sharpened. She could now see the entirety of the innards of the alley as easily as if the sun was shining. She could identify
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the youth who'd just entered the alley, sliding down to a crouching position against the wall. They held a small parcel, which they promptly tore open, revealing a small loaf of bread, which they immediately began gnawing at voraciously. So they must be a street orphan, living on their own the same way she had. Then her eyes caught movement from deeper in the alley, and she froze, her heart hammering, the blood pounding audibly in her ears. It couldn't be! There was just no way! It was her! A younger her, certainly, she recognized how she'd looked after only two
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months on the streets, but still, how could such a thing happen? Was there another one like her? No, that wasn't possible. Even if it was, there was no way they would look precisely like she had at the time, it was impossible. Frightened despite herself, the memories came back. She knew what was about to happen, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. She wanted to, but she couldn't. Even as she watched, the younger her moved forward aggressively, not saying anything. The other street orphan noticed her presence, and leapt to their feet, still clutching the bread.
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Just give her the bread, please! She silently shouted, even her voice couldn't do anything. The human orphan tried to run away, smart enough to know not to try fighting if running was possible. Unfortunately, running wasn't possible, either. Even as they were turning, the younger Hedoro stretched out her arm, literally. It rushed for the youth, locking on to their ankle, causing them to stumble and crash against the ground, a painful landing, knocking the wind out of them. Hedoro began to pull them back, dragging them roughly on the dirt. After a moment they
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gathered their wits and began to scramble wildly, trying to get her to release them, but to no avail. They were soon pulled back to within a more normal reach, as the younger Hedoro tried to steal the loaf of bread from them. They defended their bread fiercely, lashing out at the aggressor with a wild abandon that was fairly common to all young streetfighters. The young Hedoro was virtually totally unharmed by the assault, aside from growing annoyed at their tenacity. The older Hedoro watched, she knew what was about to happen, just like
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she knew she could do nothing to stop it. With a loud crack, the younger Hedoro moved her hand from the youth's neck, letting their head fall back unnaturally, their neck snapped. Now that they were no longer a concern, the younger Hedoro plucked her winnings from the now nerveless fingers, before straightening up. The older Hedoro felt a chill run through her. It seemed like the younger her was staring directly at her, and not just by chance. Despite the rags and scraps of cloth, she knew for certain that the younger her was looking right at her, and seeing her.
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Recognition flowed between the two for an instant, then was shut off as suddenly as it had appeared. Shaken, the older Hedoro turned away, walking out of the alley. What in the world was going on?! She remembered that day well, it had been the first time she'd killed someone, the first of what would soon grow to a rather large number. But why was she seeing that now, of all times? Just what was happening to her, that her form had changed, that her memories were being relived? This was all bizarre beyond all reason, and she needed to know the truth!
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:03 pm
Frios felt himself tighten up, after months of being in the afterlife.Every one had all but forgotten about the evil menacing ninja, but they would soon remeber as his reign of terror, once again returned to Earth.
With a Pop, Frios was in Hidden Moon....
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 8:57 am
Hishinaru Kinuta to Akou Ichazuki
Laying on the floor motionless is Hishinaru. A shadow figure stands over him and peers down at him. Hishinaru finally opens his eyes to see a ghostly reaper image before him. He sits up and stares at the image cotently. Clearing their throat, the image speaks. "Ooooo, aaaaaaa. I am Death and have come to take your soul. Heheh. No, but I'm Death... really." states the figure but Hishinaru does not speak. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" asks Death as Hishinaru looks at him puzzled. "Oh yeah, you're the 'semimute'. You talk as much as most though you call yourself a semimute?" "Yes-" "Wrong! Since your whole life is a lie how's about I remake you. You know, like last time." "You really are Death." "Woh, that's a shocker. I thought you'd never figure it out. What, did someone tell you?"
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Death stops mocking Hishinaru enough to explain how he died. "And that's how it happened. Hey, you know that Rin girl'll be here soon. She's commiting suicide right now." "No she isn't!" "Don't yell at me. I didn't even need to tell you. At any rate. How's life for you? You wanna live again?" asks Death when suddenly Rin's body appears beside him. "Great." moans Death as Hishinari looks at Rin's pale skin and frail body. She was just as she was before death, gorgeous. Just when Hishinaru begins to speak to her he is stricken by a lightning bolt of some sort. Derath blows his forefinger and floats over to Hishinaru.
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"Only I awaken the dead's spirits. You no touchy or talky to her. Now do you want to live or no-" "What's livig if she's dead?" "You're not going to cry are you? Last time someone cried i just did whatever I wanted to them-" "Rin is dead why should I live? I want her to live instead." "Don't bark orders at me. You know what. I'm going to revive you as a more respectible person." concludes Death as Hishinaru stands. Death quickly vanishes and appears behind Hishinaru. Hishinaru spins around the stops as Death's finger touches his forehead. "I'm going to quickly erase your mmory and then you'll feel a whole lot better."
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Hishinaru slumps to the ground as Death motions behind him. He grabs the limp soul by the head and fiddles with its hair. "You are not Hishinaru Kinuta... You are Akou Ichazuki of Hidden Moon. You are ten years old and are obsessed with illness. I think I'll give you a special quality about you. Once given an illness you can become resistent to it. How? I dunno, you figure it out. Uh... your parents put you up for adoption when you learned to talk at five and since then have jumped from orphanage to home to orphanage again. You have no family basically. Understand?" the body nods as Death pushing it away from him.
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Once the limp body hits the floor it glows with a bright red light. It becomes significantly smaller and its hair turns a bright tomato red color. his hair slightly shortens and his eyes grow large like a young childs. Its white bloodied shirt turns into a white tank shirt and a dengy yellow short jacket appears as well. His pants shorten and shrink and soon turn the same color of the jacket. Pockets pop up here and there on the coat and pants of the body. The bodes dress shoes slowly transform into white scuffed tennis shoes and ankle high, ruffled socks appear within its shoes. The body slowly sits upward as Death turns from it. Just when Death begins to speak the young boy bolts upward happily.
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"Where.am.I? Who.are.you?" "Slow down kid. Take your time and speak." "Where is this? Heaven or Hell?" "Does it matter?" "It doesn't if you're Death. I love Death." "I never thought I'd find a fan in such a small and convenient package." "I died? Was because of an illness?!?" "Nope. Something else. Well, I'm busy so you have to leave." "Aw." "Come back anytime." concludes Death as he hands Akou a small crate and fills his pockets with some little packets. Akou begins to look through his pockets curiously as light fills the room. Before long Hishinaru or Akou as he is now known as appears in the forest of Hidden Magic.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 9:54 am
Tinou stands in the center of his Academy classroom. There are clay people all around him and he can hear talking. He opens his eyes to see a figure standing before him. Startled he jolts back when he notices that the figure is a clay model of his teacher, Trahiro. “Take your seat Inuzuka!” yells the figure, its mouth now open wide in the form of a yell. Confused Tinou walks over to his seat and sits down. He looks to his left to see Bromine sitting beside him. “Where is this Bromine?” asks Tinou but with no reply. He looks from him up at the front to see everyone staring at him.
Tinou then looks back at Bromine who now looks upward. Turning his attention from Bromine to the class they are all looking down. Tinou decides to go with Bromine and look up. When he does he sees nothing. Lowering his head everything is gone and a draped figure stands before him, upside down. “Why’re you standing on my ceiling?” asks the figure as Tinou looks down. He suddenly falls to the ground as the figure walks by him. Finally getting up he sits on the ground and looks the figure over. The figure wears a black hooded cape and carries a scythe in his bony hand.
“Welcome my friend. I am Death and this is my comfy abode.” says the voice as Tinou stares at him in awe. Death walks pass Tinou again then takes a seat on an arm chair that wasn’t there before. Tinou stands then looks downward to see a red carpet beneath him. He looks up from the ground to see that he is in a living room of some kind. “What the h*** is this?” “You’re dead! Take a load off. Have a seat.” replies Death pointing at a sofa behind Tinou that also wasn’t there before. Tinou sits down and remembers how the magician ninja had killed him.
“You remember now? The question is: Is life something you want or not?” “What?” “Do you want to live again or stay here and we dead like me. I’m telling you though, this is the life. I haven’t gotten a terminal illness since I was alive. I can walk around and flex my muscle without such tissue. Wanna see?” “No thanks. I want to live again. I want to do the things that I planned to before I died.” “So you want your old body back or a new one?” asks Death. Tinou sits on the couch, glaring at Death. The same old Tinou or a new and improved Tinou. Which should he choose? When he was killed it wasn’t a matter of who he was but how strong he was.
Had he been of another clan he still wouldn’t have been able to defeat his killer. “Is Bromine still alive? Answer me that and I’ll answer you.” “Technically I was first but what the heck. No, he’s alive and waiting for you.” “Then I want my old body back. I don’t want a new one. My old body is what I want.” At this everything grows quiet. Tinou looks at Death and Death him. Through waiting on Death’s answer Tinou speaks. “Aren’t you going to do something?” “I would but I was a bit lonely. How about some t.v.?” “No.” “Board game?” “No.” “Cards?” “No! Make me alive again!” “I will when I feel like it… Want a snack?” “No! I want my body!”
“Calm down. Next thing you know you’ll be back here again after blowing a gasket.” replies Death looking at Tinou. He then stands and waliks into an open doorway. “This has to be Hell.” mutters Tinou leaning back in his seat. Death then emerges from the doorway with a tray. Tinou watches him as he places the plate onto a table that wasn’t there. Death then walks over to his chair and sits down. Tinou suddenly notices the room has changed theme into Medieval Times. “I want out of here?!? And why is everything altering?!?” “I just can’t decide on a set look for this place. You like the color pink?” asks Death as Tinou’s right eye twitches.
Death shrugs then places both hands behind his head. “You wanna leave then leave.” “Fine.” states Tinou standing. Death laughs at Tinou as he runs here and there trying to find a way out. “You have to want to leave. You can’t just think you have to.” says Death as Tinou looks at him angrily. Suddenly he is no longer in the living room themed around Medieval Times but lying on the ground. He looks around to see walls of dirt which confuses him slightly. Suddenly dirt begins flying into his face causing him to yell, “What is going on?!? Where’s this dirt coming from?!?” exclaims Tinou as the dirt stops flying. He wipes his face then looks up to see a woman looking down at him. "You're beautiful, even from down here." mutters Tinou as the woman disappears from his view.
Training Done for Fire Dragon Projectile 7/7
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:03 pm
Hedoro
Hedoro moved a step away from the alleyway, but then came to a stop. She was badly shaken by what she'd seen, even if she didn't want to admit it. Seeing herself as she had been before she'd begun training in the arts of the ninja, it was kind of hard to see herself like that. It wasn't because she was a better person or anything like that, no, it was something else. She didn't know just what it was, but somehow, the her of before, she didn't like. She was tempted to try to go back in the alley, to see if she could talk to the younger her. If she had
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actually gone in the past, this was an opportunity she couldn't afford to pass up. She could tell her younger self what the future would hold for her, she'd be better prepared to deal with what would come her way. But should she? She'd never heard of anyone going back in time before, so it obviously wasn't very common. It probably wasn't easy, either. She didn't possess any sort of power to do such a thing, that was for sure. That meant someone, or something, had done this to her. She'd have to be careful, accepting anything, even a circumstantial favor
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like this, could lead to a lot of trouble in the future. But even so, was this a chance she could let pass her by? In the end, she made her decision. No, she couldn't. She'd try to talk to her younger self. But just as she began turning towards the alley once more, the world began to darken rapidly. No natural darkness, like when twilight began to overtake the city, plunging it into the darkness of night. No, this was a total, blinding darkness, where it was impossible to see anything. One by one, her senses were summarily stoppered, and she was left
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adrift, not knowing where she was, unable to use any of her skills to find out anything about where she was. But as rapidly as it had come, it was leaving just as fast. Her eyes adjusted faster than they had earlier, perhaps it was easier to adjust from darkness than from the light. Either way, she could see where she was, and couldn't help but stifle a groan of annoyance. Back in that damnable hallway again! She whirled around, and sure enough, there was no door there, not anymore. She was pretty sure it had been, but had vanished, just like the other one.
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How bothersome. She tried to force herself to calm down, if she got riled up, then she might never find the way out of this place, whatever this place was. Assuming there even was a way out, that is. She shook her head lightly, trying to dislodge the various feelings of rage, impatience and frustration. It worked, at least somewhat. She felt a little better now, she wasn't consumed by anger. At least at the moment. She tried to remember which way she'd been going when she had first reached this door, and tried to turn to face it, but was surprised when
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she saw a dead end not ten feet away, just visible by the light of the single nearby candle. Well, obviously that meant she couldn't go that way, could she? She knew that dead end hadn't been there before, it must have changed, just like the doors were doing. If this maze kept changing, was it even possible for her to find her way out? But no, she couldn't let herself dwell on that, she had to operate under the understanding that there was an exit, and that she could reach it. Nodding, she started moving back down the way she'd come before, although there was no
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sign of footprints on the carpet. The carpet wasn't dusty in the slightest, which made her wonder how whoever maintained this place kept such a large building clean, without letting the cleaners be seen by people like her. She hadn't seen anyone since she'd first woken up here, so they had to either be invisible, or just not have come out in the time she'd been awake, however long that was. She realized she had no sense of time, it could have been a half hour, it could have been a few weeks. For that matter, she didn't feel hungry, not even a little, which
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was startling in and of itself. In her regular form, she'd always been hungry, to one extreme or another. But not this form. Was that a trait of normal people? No, that couldn't be the case, why did they eat then? If they didn't have to, there'd be some who wouldn't, but overall, everyone had to eat. So it wasn't that. That meant one thing. One further mystery of this place. Frowning, she pushed that train of thought out of her mind, and focused on trying to find something else unusual in this never-ending hallway. She kept putting one foot in front of another,
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first the one, then the other. By now, she was a remarkably accomplished walker, she was as good as anyone who'd spent all their life walking. She still didn't want to risk running in this odd place, but she felt she could, if she wanted to. That small bit of information, that small bit of experience she'd already gained from all of these odd happenings, set her at ease at least a little. One small piece of comfort in a larger morass of unpleasantness and bothersome occurrences. So she kept moving, farther and farther down the hallway, knowing that as long as she
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put one foot in front of the other, she'd make progress. It might not be a lot of progress, not nearly as much as she'd like, but progress nonetheless. She made sure to look up from her focusing on her walking, and look around, to make sure if there were any more mysterious doors waiting to be opened. She'd almost walked right past the last one, despite all the light that had been created from it, so obviously if she wasn't looking at it, she wouldn't notice it at all. So that meant she couldn't afford to take risks, she had to make sure that when it appeared,
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she'd be right there to notice it and take advantage of it. Whatever was going on, she'd have to do all she could to keep herself focused and sharp. She didn't think she'd have to actually fight anyone, but something else just as problematic could occur, and with even less warning. As the doors disappeared, what if the floor did? If she didn't notice and do something immediately, she'd fall. She'd fall and fall and fall, forever plunging down into inky blackness, never hitting the bottom, just falling forever throughout eternity. A daunting prospect. If something
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like that were to happen, she didn't know if she'd be able to handle it. It'd be so far beyond her previous experiences, she had no way of knowing how she'd handle something like that, if she even could. Better to make sure she never had to find out. She looked up, and was greatly relieved to see a small pinprick of light farther down the hallway. She had no way of knowing how far away it actually was, distance was something that was only a vague concept here. Close was something she could touch, far was something she couldn't. That was it. But the simple
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fact that the light had appeared was a relief in itself. It made her hope that it'd be the only change that she'd have to deal with for the moment, that maybe nothing else would happen, at least for the moment. She was sorely tempted to run right to the light, but only by supreme force of will did she stop herself. No, she'd managed so far by not running, so she'd stick with that pace. Even so, the light seemed to be in a hurry to meet her. Just walking towards it, at a rather moderate pace, she could actually visibly tell it was increasing, that the light was getting
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bigger, or rather closer. A visible growth, that meant it had to be very close, didn't it? She thought so. But even so, despite the fact that the light continued to get bigger and bigger, it never got as big as the last light had, and she never reached the door. She realized she'd quickened her pace without noticing, and forced herself to return to the steady, somewhat slow pace she'd been using beforehand. She made sure to look at both sides of the hallway as she moved forward, but there was nothing there. Pretty much as she'd expected. The door would undoubtedly
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be at the same point as that light, just like that last one. She hoped. Then again, this place was so unusual, there was no way of knowing what sort of rhyme or reason had been utilized to make this place, if it had even been made. Maybe it'd been like this, complete and perfect in it's chaos, even before the universe itself had come into existence. Maybe this hallway WAS the universe, and she was now some extra-planar being, perhaps composed of pure energy, with this human form overlaid over it to set her still immature mind at ease. Perhaps
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this was something beyond human understanding, and this hallway was how her mind chose to interpret it to avoid losing all attempts at sanity. Then again, maybe it was just a hallway, and she was trying to think of all of these outlandish and impossible ideas to try to handle the sheer and utter boredom that this incessant walking represented. Looking around, she stopped dead in her tracks, almost tripping over her own feet for an instant. The light, she'd reached it! It was just two or three feet in front of her, and was already dimming slightly. Even now, she
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could see the outline of the door forming, the familiarity of that simple yet impossible action ridding her mind of those ridiculous ideas from before. She moved a little closer, to stand in front of the dying light as the door took shape. Predictably, it looked almost precisely like the last one, from the few details she could still remember. Oddly enough, it wasn't as sharp in her mind as most of her memories were, she was actually starting to forget a few facets of it. Even so, she felt the door looked the same, and that was good enough for her. But was that a good thing?
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The last door had shown her something from her past, something that had unsettled her. What if this door did the same thing? Did she even want to go through that again? It could be an even more unpleasant memory this time, one she would never want to remember if she could possibly avoid it. Then again, it could be a pleasant memory, if she actually had any of those. She wasn't really sure. She couldn't really remember ever being happy. If there was a memory like that, a memory of her being happy, she wanted to know about it! No, she NEEDED to know about it!
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 9:24 am
Hedoro
It was quite a predicament, Hedoro had no way of knowing which of the two answers was the right answer. For that matter, she wasn't even sure if there even was a right answer, it was a possibility that both of the answers were wrong. That didn't mean that there definitely wasn't a right answer, just that she hadn't found it at this point in time. But this was all circular thinking, she wouldn't be able to arrive at any sort of decision if she remained thinking in circles like this. She had to make a decision, and she had to make it now. If it was the wrong one, she'd have
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to deal with any complications that might possibly arise from such actions. She'd try to guess what those sorts of complications could be, but guessing was just that. Guessing. She could make plans and hypotheses as much as she liked, but there was a good chance, a very good chance, that few, if any of the plans would even be used. In other words, it meant that she'd be wasting her time. And while time seemed meaningless here, where ever here actually was, she still didn't want to waste time. So she had to decide, and she had to do it now. Should she go
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through the door, or should she refuse to go through it? The other side of the door was a mystery to her, she had no way of knowing what was behind it unless she opened it, and then it'd be too late. Once she opened the door, she would have to go through it, no matter what she wanted to the contrary. She didn't know how she knew this, but she was as sure of it as she could possibly be. She scrunched up her face in concentration, trying to come to a decision. She tried to ignore the various thoughts warring for supremacy in her mind, ignoring the actual
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advantages and penalties of each outcome. For the moment, she would have to decide based, not on logical thought, but on that ephemeral guide, instinct. It took a long moment, but eventually her face's expression lightened, and she opened her eyes. She'd made her decision. Not wanting to put the matter off any longer, she grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and pushed. Predictably, the interior of the room she'd be entering was utterly dark, she couldn't see anything inside of it. Just like the last one. Sighing slightly, she opened the door wider, and stepped through
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the doorway. As she was swallowed up by the darkness, the door closed of it's own volition behind her, snuffing out the little bit of light that had feebly been trying to illuminate the dark room. She opened and closed her eyes a few times in slow succession, and realized the darkness was so absolute she couldn't tell when her eyes were open or not. She tried waving her hand in front of her face, but couldn't see it, even in the slightest. For someone who'd just recently gained the sense of sight, this was a rather startling loss. It'd likely be just as disconcerting
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to someone who'd had it all their life, though. But it still bothered her. The lack of visual input was unnerving, she needed to know where she was. Unlike the last room, where things had gone dark, then quickly too bright to see in just an instant, this darkness seemed to last far, far too long. She called out, needing to express something of herself in this absolute nothingness. But again, there was nothing. She knew she had called out, she was positive. But she hadn't heard it, she hadn't even heard it when she first emitted the sounds that would be formed into
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her words. For that matter, she hadn't even felt her jaw move, had she actually only thought she'd called out? She tried again, with the same results as the first time. Namely, nothing whatsoever. Again, she was struck with a sense of confusion. Had she imagined herself calling out twice in a row? No, that was impossible, she was sure she had called out. She tried moving, to find out if maybe she was just standing in the wrong spot, or something else that didn't make any sense. But try as hard as she could, she couldn't even feel if she was moving. She was
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sure her mind had sent the signal through her nervous system to tell her legs to start moving, to step forward, but in this utter blackness, this infinitude of nothingness, she had no way of knowing if she actually had or not. She tried stomping her foot, but again, she couldn't tell if she actually had done it, or merely thought she had. There was no sound, no impact of her foot against the floor, nothing. She tried clenching a fist, and the worst shock came then. She couldn't feel her hand! Starting to panic, she tried to run her hands over her body, to assure herself that
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she was really there. But she couldn't feel herself, it was like she didn't exist! There was no sight, no sound, no smell, no taste, and finally, no touch. All of her senses had been stoppered like before, but this extended duration was something else, something beyond her experiences. This vast and miniscule nothingness seemed too much for her, she began to doubt her own existence. With the concept of herself not existing, her mind began to wander erratically, calling up memories and then flitting on to a completely unrelated thought. She began to wonder
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if she had ever existed, if she had ever been alive. Or was she just a random creation of memories, a product of energy accumulated by electron discharge between atoms, a non-entity living in the space between a nucleus and it's orbitting electrons? With no sense of scale, she realized that she was simultaneously bigger, smaller, and the same size as an electron. In fact, she was the electron, buzzing rapidly around the nucleus of the universe. No, she was the nucleus, the electrons were circling her! It was at this point that she began to acclimate
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herself to this new and impossible non-world she found herself in. With no physical body, she was free from all constraints, she had finally achieved the ultimate level in freedom, that the illusion of her mortal body had always longed for. Such an easy task, she knew with utmost certainty. Anyone could do what had been done to her, they could shed their mortal forms as easily as changing shirts. It was said that the human mind only used maybe 10-20 percent of it's total power at any given time in a human's life. The rest of this potential was locked up by
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untold aeons of lives, habits, traditions, evolutions. If one could look beyond the norm, truly explore their own consciousness, they would discover this same nothingness she now found herself in. But what was more, they would rule this nothingness, they would be supreme. In effect, merely by mastering their own minds, all of humanity could become virtual gods. The feats they would be capable of, the knowledge they would grasp instantaneously that would have taken their pathetically limited forms decades to master, the truths they would
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discover about the universe and their place in it. It would be a golden age, where nothing was impossible, where humanity would finally come to grips with the one cosmic truth. That all of humanity was one, that there was one common racial mind, which was huge unto an ocean, and each individual's personality and memories was a mere current in it's waters, part of the whole but capable of it's own workings. But it was an impossibility to think that all of humanity could arrive at this great cosmic truth. To shrug off the aeons of habits would take a
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tremendous degree of courage and willpower. And at it's heart, humanity was lazy. This wasn't a bad thing, it merely meant that they preferred convenience. Humans gathered in cities because it was more convenient to do so. They mastered the lands around them because it was more convenient. Untold centuries, eras, aeons, of human progress and development, in fact, civilization itself, all because it was convenient. With this much genetic stubbornness, no wonder that so few people could even achieve enlightenment, it was locked beyond their capability
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to handle, taking more willpower than they had ever possessed, or would possess. Why was it so uncommon for those few great minds, those prodigies of talent and knowledge, to come into creation? Because all humanity possessed this potential, but only a few ever attempted to grasp it. Of those that did, only a scattering ever achieved it. Those that did would go down in history as one of the greats, advancing civilization hugely with their achievements. Which, of course, created more convenience for humanity's civilization, and thus made it that much
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harder for the people of the next generation to reach out and achieve enlightenment on their own. This was why, in older times, their were so many ages of burgeoning civilization, of advances in arts side-by-side with technology and science. It seemed humanity could eventually learn everything, but because of how much they learned, they began to lose the capability to learn. Soon humanity would stagnate, and the advances would falter. Only then could the ability to learn return to them, and the cycle begin once more. This process could take decades,
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centuries, it might never truly complete. But it was possible. And for one who'd reached true enlightenment, it was obvious that it would happen. Whether they would choose to use this knowledge or not, that was another matter. If they did or not, it all depended upon their individual desires, and what they felt was best for humanity's continued well-being. This would be decided by those who had reached deep within themselves, deep within their minds. In the infinite depths of their minds, they'd come to understand their own consciousness. They'd learn to truly
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understand their emotions, and to control them. They'd achieve perfect memory, remembering everything that had ever happened to them, even what had occurred in previous lives. Only by doing this, by truly understanding themself, and their part in the racial mind, would they reach enlightenment. Hedoro was not one of these, one who'd reached enlightenment through willpower or strength. She was trapped in this nothingness that was in fact everything, not understanding of the sheer significance of where she was, which is why she saw it as
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a vast nothingness. To an unenlightened mind, this was too far beyond understanding to even be comprehensible. Even so, when light very gradually returned, when Hedoro was slowly released back to the world of mortal understanding, she felt a bitter sadness and sense of loss. Tears ran from her eyes and she didn't know why. She just knew that she had lost something truly precious, and she could spend ten thousand lifetimes searching for it, but it was possible she'd never regain it. It was a truly bitter feeling, that of losing an integral part of herself utterly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:00 am
Hurdy awoke in the afterlife, after his defeat in Hidden Leaf. He was no pleased at all. That should never had happened. He didn't even see who his attacker was, let alone if they were powerful or not. All he knew about them was that they had a reconizable voice, that he would find on his return trip to earth. He sat in the fields of the afterlife, bored and day dreaming. "Well while im here, time to re-evaluate. I kind of liked Kinuta clan, but it has no promise... I need something better next time, that I can destroy people with. Destory people easy..."
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Hurdy stood and began to walk the barren fields of the afterlife. He knew from proir knowledge that the afterlife was a mirrior of the real world and every village was represented. But the only difference that was in the two realms, was the fact that here you could not expend chakara or die. Your life and power was replenesed here. It was the perfect place for training, but unfortunetly there was no way to get back with out Damian, or forgetting every thing and getting a random clan. Fortunetly you usually recover your memory fairly easy, so Hurdy was never worried too much about it.
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But now, as he walked he encountered a man he had seen on many occasions. The scum of the earth... Orochimaru. "Hello boy, it seems you have joined us once again? How is life on earth?" Hurdy smiled and shook the man's hand. "It's the same as when you left, killing, world domination plots, you know the works." HE nodded and smiled. "Well looks like I haven't missed much then huh?" Hurdy shook his head no and asked him if any thing interested happened in the afterlife. "Here? no, you can't really do anything. So no nothing interesting here." Hurdy shook his head and kept walking.
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The snake man nodded and continued on his own way leaving Hurdy to walk the plains of the after life by himself. He didn't have a problem with this either, orochimaru was kind of boring, unless he was in a fight or taking over the world. Hurdy's mind drifted over to who else would be here in the afterlife, and it came to the hokages. He had learned from a few of them, nothing serious. They proubably wouldn't remember him if they saw him again, but hopefully that was a good thing. He was after all, a missing ninja.
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He decided to head to the spiritually ewual Hidden Leaf village. It was the exact replica of the real one, buildings and all. The diference was that it wasn't populated in the same way. The people who were in the village in the real world couldn't be here, otherwise they would be dead. So the stores and such were usually run by their deceased decendants. Either way, Hurdy didn't care about stores and dead people, jutsu were running threw his mind at the moment. He wondered what kind of jutsu he would learn in his stay.
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Even though he knew it would be an exact replica, he never really noticed the fine details of it all. I meen he saw signs that he saw yesterday when he was alive. And they were exactly the same. It was remarkable how conected the two world were to each other. Hurdy wondered if in Hidden Sand, the wind changed in the eal world and shifted the sand, would the same thing occur here? He didn't know, and quite frankly it would be impossible to find out. So he conitnued down the same streets he had all his life, in an attempt to find out which hokage he would encounter first.
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As he walked, the ground shook under him as an explosion of tree shot up and entangled him in trunk, leaves, bark and limbs. "What the hell!?!" Said Hurdy, un-aware at the time who conjured up the forest, but after thinking about it, knew exactly who it was. The First hokage, user of wood or the moku element. He was perhaps the most talented, being able to turn chakara into life force, the wood. It was also said that he could control, if not talk to the tailed demons. The only other person Hurdy knew that could do this was yamato. But he was different.
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"Why did you come to this place? You are a sound ninja and most likely a subordinate of Orochimaru. I should 'escort' you out of here with my power, but I am curious as to why you are here. So speak now or so ever hold your peace and leave." Hurdy freeded an arm and tugged off his visor and threw it at the hokage to show that he was a missing ninja and not apart of hidden Sound. "Well, this pleases and displeases me at the same time. True you no longer affiliate with them, but you are a diserter. A spineless ninja who betrays his own.
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"How do you know I didn't come to be apart of Hidden Leaf, the greatest ninja village around? I wish to learn jutsu from you, great fire shadow. You are the controler of wood! The greatest and sturdiest of all elements. With you I can wage war on my diserted home and crush it with the might of the great wood!" He smiled and let Hurdy go. "You are foolish to try and woo me with your compliments. But I enjoy a good laugh here and there so I will pitty you and teach you a wood technique. But this serves no offensive purpose, merely a supplimental jutsu that can be helpful at times."
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Hurdy nodded as he watched the hokage use handseals and form a house out of wood. It erupted from the ground just as the forest that bound Hurdy only minutes ago. It was a splendid technique and it would serve Hurdy well. "You see, these are the hand seals," The hokage showed them slowed down so that Hurdy may aquire them, "then focus on a house you wish to create and think of a tree getting cut down. That is for lumber. Then your house will form infront of you." Hurdy nodded and tried it himself. His house came up and he was pleased.
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He then felt a tugging in his mind as he began to re-apear into the real world. He first hokage laughed at him as in a puff of smoke, he disapeared.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 5:44 pm
Aramaki awoke quickly reaching for his arm and seeing that it was still there. He got to his feet. He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the woods surrounding the Hidden Moon Village. In fact Aramaki was no long in Hidden Moon robes. His robes were simple black with no notable clan insignia. Aramaki wondered what had happened. Instinctively, Aramaki reached for his katana only to find that it was not at his side. None of his weapons were at his side. Now Aramaki was worried. WHere was he and why was he unarmed?
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Aramaki would have gladly given up his right arm for his sword just to be able to defend himself. His head was on the swivel, looking around. Aramaki saw that his opponent was not there. Where ever he was, the Uchiha was no longer a danger to Aramaki. Aramaki looked at his surroundings. It looked like a cave of some sort. THe most earie place that Aramaki had ever set foot in. It was lit by some unknown source. Aramaki wanted to explore the place but he also wanted to remain safe where he was.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:37 pm
As he did, a gust of cold wind blew over him as a voice that seemed it had not talked in years called to him. "Come young one and sit with me. That is if your not scared of me." If Aramaki came any closer in, he would see two torches lit with a throne-like chair in between. A man would be sitting in it but his face covered in shadows although his yellow eyes would glow from the darkness. There was a stone seat in front of him at the base of the steps where Aramaki would be able to sit.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 10:50 pm
Aramaki's head whips around when he hears the voice and he looks at the shadowy figure for a while with suspicion. He has no idea who the man was but he has no one else to turn to to get. Aramaki sighed to himself and walked over to the throne. Noticing the seat in front of it he sat down. He wondered who the set up had alluded his primary examination of the place.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:13 pm
"You are very interesting to me child. Tell me what's your name, clan, and what village you are associated to." The statement seemed to be a bit of a command rather than something someone would kindly ask for but at the same time, it was so elegant and captivating that would be hard for someone to resist it. His eyes were like a snake's eyes as he observed Aramaki's movements and such, wondering what the boy would tell him whether it be a lie or a truth.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:59 pm
David found himself dead once again, this time without a body to return to. Damian had destroyed him, and he was angry. "why, i'm going to kill him. aww!" he said as he walked around and his cursed seal would sting slightly. "orochimaru-sama. i have to find a way out, this will be bad if i dont." he said as he ran off untill his cursed seal would begin to feel less of a sting. he would feel a shifting take place in his body as it was a sign of him shifting his body to the next form. but what would he be next? he has been in so many lives it would be easier to figure out then before.
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David could feel the change finalizing as he changed, he couldn't feel his eyes for the ability to use his sharingan. instead he felt a strange chilling sensation as he would try to use his normal abilities. he could see water forming infront of him as the air began to get colder and colder, a square would be what formed from the water the froze, a mirror perhaps? David walked into it as he realized he had finished changing, he had brown hair and slightly strange clothing compared to what he had worn previously. he would walk out of the mirror into the living world. "guess whose back!".
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:24 pm
Aramaki was surprised by the questions that he recieved from the shadowy figure. Aramaki wondered what right the being had to ask him any questions when he did not offer any information about himself to Aramaki. He did not like this before, and now he simply hated how this was ending up. Still the questions that the being had asked him were harmless, Aramaki reasoned with himself. There was no reason to be paranoid of the being, at least until his true intentions are known. "My name is Aramaki Gekkou of Hidden Moon," Aramaki says simply.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:57 pm
((Crap... I keep forgetting that you were waiting for your seal. sweatdrop Meh. Let's just get this over with then eh? lol))
The man started to chuckle within the cover of darkness. His hands would slip from the light, as if it burned to be touched by it and the yellow eyes would disappear as if he had closed them. Suddenly, the man's face was by his head over the right shoulder, still laughing. "Aramaki. I shall bestow upon you great power. Use it wisely for you will one day become my vessel into the real world. But if you wish to know more about this power I have given you, seek either of these two men: Jason or Bone Akasun." Right after he said that, Orochimaru, having been revealed by the light, bit into Aramaki's shoulder, infusing the cursed mark of the Neutral Seal upon his upper right arm. The immense pain would soon make Aramaki pass out and Orochimaru would just laugh. When ever Aramaki awoke in the Afterlife, he would find himself out of the cave in the middle of no where.
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