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Before reading my story I have to give a little bit of extra info. This is a reincarnation fic first off, though I'm sure that was easy to figure out. The important thing to know is that this is a minor, minor, crossover with DC comics. As in, there are Martians like DC depicts them. And that's it, no Superman or Batman or anyone like that will make an appearance.
Also, this is just an idea. So far it isn't really going anywhere, I'm just writing it up to see how it looks and what people think. I'm not even sure if this is set in Naruto or Kakashi's generation.
Thank you. You may proceed.
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There was a group of children gathered, one girl sitting amidst the rest of them. That girl was me. I sat on the grass, a congregation of six year olds sitting all around me. They were my friends, all of them, each very different from the others. All in total there were ten of us on the grass, seated in the shade of an old oak tree. All of them had grass under them, the only swing being claimed by me. I kicked back and forth, humming as the others sat around me, steadily growing impatient.
"Well?" one of the boys demanded at last, hair spiking up and goggles strapped to his forehead.
I smiled. He was always the first one to break.
The smile disappeared though and I took a deep breath, planting my feet to stop the swing.
"Our tale begins some time ago, on a planet made of dust the color of blood and a people as green as the grass on which we stand or as white as the freshly fallen snow. Upon this planet, which we shall call Mars, these people lived in relative peace. There was crime of course, and those of less emerald complexion saw those of paler skin as lesser, and dangerous, an accurate description.
Strangely enough physical appearance was hardly an important factor to these people, whom we shall call Martians. They were able to change their shape using only their mind. In fact their minds could do many things. For them, mind over matter was a literal thing, and nearly all were born with psionic gifts. They could speak without moving their lips, move without touching the ground or push something without ever making physical contact with them. Their power of mind over matter was so great that they could survive without eating a thing based solely on their will to do so. These gifts belonged to almost all Martians.
Almost being the key word. There were a few who were born unable to connect to the minds of others or to the great mind that all Martians knew the song of. The most notable of which was names Ma'aleka'ak."
"Named what?" another boy asked, a sour look on his face and his dark eyes showing irritation.
I frowned at him. "Ma'aleka'ak," I repeated slowly, "It meant Darkness in the Heart, an apt name as you soon shall see. Ma'aleka'ak was the younger twin, a rare thing, of J'onn J'onzz, who's name mean Light of Lights. J'onn was a very powerful psychic in comparison with nearly everyone else, but especially his twin. While his twin was alone, isolated and rejected by all for his inability to reach out. In time Ma'aleka'ak grew angry, jealous, and resentful. He hated them, all of the other Martians. And when one hates, when one hurts, they lash out to try and hurt others, to make them feel the same pain that they do.
This is exactly what Ma'aleka'ak would do. It would take a few years but eventually he would strike.
During the time it took him to formulate his vengeance his brother lead a very successful life. He married a Martian by the name of Ma'ri'ah and together they had a single daughter, a rarity for Martians. Most had at least twenty siblings, but with J'onns families medical history they decided not to risk it on more.
Their daughter was born under the red stone and lived her life bellow the ground of the planet for many years, attending school and helping her mother around the house. On occasion a signal even came from the neighboring planet, Earth, showing images of it and its inhabitant. The Humans that live upon the Earth. They were strange things. Pink and vaguely Martian like, with technology that was barely up to par."
I smiled at the indignant snorts and the laughter of my friends. I like making them laugh, liked telling them stories. This one was personal for me though, so I continued on.
"She watched TV and followed celebrities, wondering what life on earth was like. She was sure she would never know herself, but it was nice to think of. Something new in her usual life. Her father a police officer, her mother a gardener her life was very boring. The most entertainment she had was when she got to see her uncle. If she had known what he was planning she might not have spent so much time with him.
When the girl was sixteen years old, forty five for those living on the blue planet, the worst catastrophe in Martian history struck."
My voice dropped, my face turning grim and I leaned forwards, watching all eyes on me and several people push forwards. I had them hooked now.
"It was called H'ronmeers Curse. You see, dear children, Martians have a pathological fear of fire. Through patients and practice they could push back their fears, this all came with the psionics. So did mind over matter, which is what the curse played upon.
The curse was actually a plague, crafter and instigated by Ma'aleka'ak. It attacked the regular Martians, the ones that communicated with their minds, that communicated with the Great Mind, the center of all of Martian society. Should they reach out, should they try and connect with anyone, they would be infected.
The curse preyed upon their powers and their need to be with each other, as well as the ingrained fear of fire. Once their powers were used, no matter what they were or how small the action was they would get sick. It spread like a wild fire, leaping from one Martian to the next. Not using their gifts was like not laughing, not breathing.
And once they took a breath it was all over.
Martian telepathy would be used against them and the illness would cause a psychosomatic reaction so great both their minds and bodies burned.
That was how they died. Every single one of them, including M'yri'ah and her daughter were caught up in the flames of retribution. In a last ditch effort to save their daughter M'yri'ah tore her daughters mind from her body and pushed it into space, but it was too late. She had already died. It continued until eventually Ma'aleka'ak was the only one left, and the only people who truly cared for him had been killed in his own curse. "
I finished quietly, my words hanging in the air thickly. All eyes were on me and I met them squarely, face set grim and drawn tight.
They didn't know it, but that story wasn't fake. It was all too true. To them I was Kimika Junpei, but the truth is this.
I am K'hym J'onzz, the last daughter of Mars. And I did not belong there.
