This story may contain lemons in future chapters. Also very violent scenes are here as well. You have been warned.
"Speech."
'Thoughts.'
"Powerful Beings Speaking."
'Powerful Beings Thinking.'
'I wake up with the sounds of chains and the sight of darkness in my purple eyes. My messy silver hair is often getting in the way of my face when I'm forced to work in the concentration camps. You really can't imagine the pain of my life, physical pain is nothing compared to my mental pain. I've seen thousands of my people slaughtered immediately after mere disobedience. Some of them were my very close family. There's few of us left, maybe only about six or seven thousand of us remaining, but we used to be a lot more, until the Five Great Nations captured and imprisoned all of us in these slave labor camps. I used to think there was another reason, but there was no question about it when I reached the age of 15, we were all imprisoned because of one reason. Our religion, Jashinism. All of us are dedicated to Lord Jashin, we shall all obey his words and use his methods to gain a new level of understanding of others, but there's only one thing that non-believing people see when they hear the word Jashin. Only destruction, only slaughter, only darkness, only pain, only evil. Jashinist was made into a synonym for inferior, we were barely considered human. I want to change all that, I want to change it all, but as long as I'm imprisoned, I can't do anything. I pray everyday to Lord Jashin, sometimes I think I hear his voice, however he never comes through for me or any of us, but even so he's honestly our last hope. I pray everyday that Lord Jashin will help us all out of this stupid imprisonment.'
The concentration camps were scattered all around the Five Great Nations, almost all of them were hidden from plain sight. It wasn't common knowledge that these camps existed, most of the general public, especially the younger generation, didn't even realize the camps, nor so many Jashinists even existed. In general, only the highest officials of the villages knew of these camps, kages included. Guards up into the thousands kept watch over about five hundred Jashinists over about twelve concentration camps. A concentration camp contained little sanitation and it was dense with the crowd. Jashinists were everywhere doing things, however they ate and drink very little, almost never took a bath, Jashinists were basically slaves. They were forced to work for years and years. During the Second and Third Shinobi Wars, Jashinists were forced to work in making weapons and structures for the war. It was because of these Jashinists that Iwagakure and Kumogakure managed to fight fully and recover from those wars. Each of the Five Great Nations weren't allied, but they used Jashinists to boost their own purposes, sometimes they even fought to enslave Jashinists before other nations could.
Auschwitz was the largest concentration camp by far. It was located northwest of Konohagakure, deep within a large forest that was restricted to the general public. About a thousand Jashinists worked there. In a mere month, they could make millions of weapons for the village for the wars. Konohagakure highly valued their help, but they never showed it, they only abused the Jashinists and only used more force when they tried to rebel. After years and years of this, the leaders of the Jashinists declared that it was useless to resist. Little resistance was there anymore, with no weapons, no food, and no resources, it was basically suicide to try and resist the slavery that the nations forced on them. Most Jashinists only prayed to Jashin, hoping that somehow he would change everything. The First, Second and Third Hokages didn't exactly approve of using Jashinists for forced labor, but even they had to agree when other nations used their labor for war. With nowhere else to turn, and the fact that Jashinists didn't cooperate willingly, there was no more choice than to use force. Overtime, pity for the Jashinists faded.
Auschwitz...
Recently news had gotten around that Hidan of the Akatsuki was now dead. Jashinists in the camp were furious that someone who actually managed to unlock the understanding of pain as well as Immortality was killed. Though Hidan was what everyone called a 'corrupted Jashinist' he misunderstood Lord Jashin's true intentions to the world. Jashinists within the camp had different beliefs. Jashinism in their eyes was pure. It was a religion that had two concepts. It taught how to not fear pain, how to not fear death, how to not fear destruction. Though, this concept was almost completely crushed by the enslavers in the Five Great Nations. The second concept was that sharing physical pain with someone else will eventually help one understand that person's feelings, pain, suffering and so on, and therefore connect mentally as well. Through this concept, it was written that it would bring peace and understanding to the people of the world. Unfortunately, just like the previous concept, this concept was also crushed and almost never left the concentration camps. Hidan only reinforced what the people misunderstood, that Jashinists were dangerous, vulgar and evil.
Once entering a concentration camp, Jashinists never left the camp. They were stripped of almost everything, clothes, weapons, and even family and friends. If they stayed with family, they were lucky. If they were caught with weapons, it was the death penalty. No soldiers were sympathetic, if they were, they were treated the same as Jashinists. Jashinists weren't even treated like humans, not in this world.
"Yukiko? Dear? Can you help me with this?" Walking slowly towards Kuroyuki Sensui was her daughter Yukiko. Yukiko was only about 16 years old, but she was already mentally scarred for life at a very young age. The death of others was basically a daily occurrence for Yukiko, may would say that is very wrong. She wore only a dirty torn-up gray shirt and shorts. No shoes for foot protection, her body was covered with bruises and scars and her silver colored hair was dusty and really messed up. Yukiko had an odd hairstyle, but she honored it because it was arranged by her mother. It consisted of of one large ponytail in the center of the back of her head, two braids on both sides of the ponytail, and topping it off is two strands each of thin long hair that's on the outer sides of the braids. She had spiked bangs at her forehead that almost reach her eyes. Two strands of hair at the top of her head stand up from the rest of her hair, though of course it wasn't neat, there were many spots where the hair was tangled.
"Yes mother." Yukiko softly said. Her tone sounded lifeless, like she just wanted death more than anything else. She hadn't ate anything in the last month other than cold soup and scraps of bread. She drank very little as well, and when she did, it was dirty water that gave her stomachaches. Yukiko walked with a stoic expression, as if all her emotions were killed other than sadness, fear and anger. She wanted to not fear pain and death like Jashinism taught, but she was a slave since birth and it was difficult to shake off so many years of pain and suffering. Yukiko slowly leaned over and helps her mother by holding a kunai knife in place while her mother sharpened the edge with a stone.
"Thank you." Kuroyuki looked at her daughter's purple eyes. She leans in and holds Yukiko close trying to comfort her. "I know you're in pain. I'm so sorry that you had to be born here. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. It'll be okay... It'll be okay." Kuroyuki gently stroked Yukiko's head. Yukiko pushed away a few seconds later without a depressed look. She basically only had three emotions, one was sadness, one was fear, the last was anger. Yukiko narrowed her eyes on the many Jashinists around her that were working their butts off, but didn't even get a 'thank you.' Yukiko continued to walk as she looked at them. She specifically narrowed her eyes on one man who was being beaten down by guards in the distance.
"Work harder! Get up or else!" The guards shouted out loud enough for Yukiko to hear even from a distance as her feet walked upon the hard stone and sharp rocks below, but she stopped caring about what happened to her feet a long time ago.
"Okay fine!" One of the two guards stabbed the man in the neck killing him on contact as the kunai spilled blood on the floor. "Keep working!" The two guards shouted out to nearby Jashinists who were watching. They continued their work as well just watching over the workers and abusing anyone who disobeyed or was being lazy.
'Lord Jashin will lay down his judgement on all of you... One day.' Yukiko thought bitterly as she continued to walk towards her next workplace. She instantly glances away when a soldier looks at her, even a dirty look could get Yukiko killed so she was always cautious of who she looked at and how she does it.
The entire day was basically normal for Yukiko. It was her job to walk around the camp and help anyone who requested it, which was a lot. Whether it was lifting stones or lumber, or perhaps helping with shaping weapons, or maybe even treating injured shinobi, it was various tasks. Although, in the afternoon it was something else.
Yukiko was heading towards her next workplace again, she notices something that makes her purple eyes bulge. 'M-mother?!' Yukiko instantly changes directions not caring about what the consequences might be. She arrives in a clearing of the camp, many other Jashinists were also watching.
"URGH!" Kuroyuki winced as she was beat with a stick by three men. "Owww... Please stop..." She winces again and softly groans.
"You call this a kunai?!" The guard throws the kunai that she recently made into the ground and the sharp end shatters. "Have you been doing this the whole time?! You've caused major trouble, and this means trouble for you!" The guard said angrily.
Yukiko's heart was beating so quickly and she panted heavily. She just wanted to get her hands on that man's throat for abusing her mother. Yukiko walked towards her mother, her body just seemed to work on its own. "No." Another Jashinist grabs Yukiko's hand and doesn't let her walk further. "If you go further, you'll be killed too."
"But! My mother!" Yukiko cried out with tears coming down from her eyes as she watches her mother get beaten in the face with a stick. She was bleeding from the head.
Kuroyuki angrily cringes. "Go... To... Bloody... Hell!" She mutters with anger and a violent tone. She stands up instantly and nails her fist into the guard's face pushing him down. She pants hard, but she's then grabbed by the hands by two more guards.
"Hey! Forget her, she's not worth the effort to punish. Just end her miserable life already." One of superior officers who was attracted by the commotion said. Without even letting a tear fall down her face, Yukiko sees her mother have that same kunai driven through her chest as blood leaves all over, but they missed her heart on purpose.
"Mother!" Yukiko cried out with tears now forming in her eyes. Her mother was one of the very few things giving her hope. She could count the number of those things on her fingers, with ONE HAND! "No! N-nOOOOOOOOO!" She fell to her knees and cried. She held her arm out to her mother who was unmoving. Her mother's body was on the floor, looking at Yukiko with a smile that was covered with blood. It was almost like the blood was mocking her. Giving her mother's smile a rotten twist.
"No... No... Mother..." Yukiko said softly. Her eyes could only stare horror at her mother's body. Yukiko felt like her entire world was falling apart now. More than it already did. Her mother was the only one keeping her sane, her father had been killed previously for trying to start a rebellion. Yukiko's eyes filled with tears as she saw blood drop on the floor from her mother's wounds, but she couldn't even scream in pain, she was too weak. She couldn't look away, she could barely think, she could just watch with trembling terror and fear as the last person that was close and kind to her was tortured to death in front of her very eyes. "Mother... Mother..." She repeated softer each time.
"Get back to work!" Another guard commanded, which made all the Jashinists who were watching snap out of their angry trances and then sigh before returning to their workplaces.
The one who held Yukiko's hand pulled her backwards. "Come on, we have to go."
"But... Mother." Yukiko argued almost instantly with tears coming out of her eyes and her voice cracking up from the pain.
"It's too late for her, we have to get back to work." Yukiko didn't obey a thing, she kept watching her mother.
"NO!" Yukiko instantly breaks away from the man holding her and runs full speed to her mother's side. "No..." She said softly in the midst of her crying. She pushes the guards aside to kneel down beside Kuroyuki.
Kuroyuki's eyes were barely open, or rather she didn't have the energy to close them. She holds her shivering hand up at Yukiko's face and gently strokes her cheek wiping off the tears on her face. It was the last of her will still keeping her moving. "Yukiko... My daughter... Thank you ... for being ... my only light."
"No... Mother..." Yukiko whimpers softly.
"Here." Kuroyuki uses the last of her strength to take the Jashinist pendant out of her pocket and puts it into Yukiko's hand before her eyes closed and she faded away. Kuroyuki's heart stopped and Yukiko's heart broke into pieces.
"No... No!" Yukiko gasped her breath. Her voice grew desperate and her cradled her mother in her hands.
"Enough! She's dead!" The angry guard grabs the back of Yukiko's shirt and pulls her away from Kuroyuki's dead corpse.
"NOOOO! Mother!" Yukiko's tears spilled on the floor as she got further and further away from her mother. It was only a few feet, but Yukiko saw it as miles of distance.
"Get back to work!" He ordered pushing Yukiko away towards the workplace. As said, the guards had absolutely no sympathy for Jashinists, they were basically dirt in the eyes of the guards.
Imagine Kouen (Hidan's Theme) is being played...
Yukiko gasps and breathes deeply, she pants quickly, she thought she couldn't even breathe anymore. She closes her eyes to try and stop the tears. Suddenly her mind changed. Sadness and fear changed, it changed into anger. All of it changed into hatred, even her love for her mother feed the flames towards her burning black flame of spirit for hatred, all her purity changed into darkness. 'Mother...' She felt she could hear something in her mind. Her anger skyrocketed as her mind replayed what just happened to her mother.
'Okay Lord Jashin... If you're out there... Give me your strength! Now! I will ... I will kill anyone and everyone that opposes Jashinists... I will... I will... Give it to me RIGHT NOW YOU GOD DAMNED GOD!' Yukiko looks at the pendant with an enraged look.
'Huh?' Yukiko could hear something, it sounded like breathing, but not her own.
"Heh... Heh... Heh... Very well." A very deep voice echoed.
Yukiko could make out those words only, but before she could realize it a very sharp katana is driven through her back and piercing right through her heart dripping blood right in front of her from the tip of the blade, her flesh is torn apart and her veins are completely shredded. Yukiko didn't have much time to think as she prepared for her body to shut down and death to take her to hell.