Naruto: Legend of the Maboroshi Ryū Kiba
A/N: Hello! Just thought I'd copy all the other fanfics I've seen and make an authors note as an introduction…But I can't really think of anything to say… ^^" Oh well, guess I'll just keep it simple; I'm Kenshin "Ryujin" Itaze and this is my first fanfic…period. This was just my first shot as a writer so go easy please. Other then that I'm afraid I must insist you read and review. I can't fix something my readers don't like if they don't tell me. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.
'Water?' This was the first thought to make it to his brain as he regained consciousness. In a flash his eyes snapped open to scan his surroundings, followed quickly by a groan of pain as light invaded and burned his cornea. 'Yet another brilliant decision…' He thought despairingly as memories of the lost battle on the bridge tore into his mind. Propping himself up on one elbow the decision to slowly crack open his sapphire orbs came to be an appreciated one, as he was finally able to greet his surroundings with eye contact. 'Pipes? Just where am I?' Once again his memory flashed, leaving him enough information to piece together a solution.
'I'm in my mind?'He thought, confirming his thoughts as he sat up completely and glanced around at the sewer-like surroundings. He was in a hallway, a long one by the look of it. At one end it became swallowed by darkness, the other was glowing an odd blue-red color the almost screamed power. Glancing first left, and then right, he took to the side with the soft, pulsating glow. After what seemed like five minutes of straight walking he came upon the source of the glowing in a small rectangular room.
The room itself was odd enough, decorated with odd symbols and what seemed to be another language scribbled randomly all over the walls, floors, and even the ceilings. But odder still was the power source of the slowly pulsing light. An enormous sword, easily as large as the famed Kubikiri Houcho, levitating about 7 inches off the ground. It radiated such an immense amount of K.I. that the shinobi almost thought about turning around and heading the other direction for fear of having a heart attack.
But years of facing much worse has taught the ninja one thing if absolutely nothing else. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Again his mind revolted and spewed forth images of not only his torture at the hands of the villagers he'd sworn to protect, but the overbearing losses he'd been forced to endure in most if not all of his fights. 'A failure…A Dobe…Is that all I'll ever be?' A glance upward at the glowing manifestation of power gave him his answer. 'No…' One foot at a time he slowly stalked towards the massive blade.' I will not fight…' The shinobi stopped directly in front of it, the blue and black sharkskin wrapped hilt hovering at eye level. "I will destroy…" He mumbled as he reached for the hilt, his hand shaking ever so slightly. His hand closed around the blade and power flooded through his body as he screamed out, "ALL WHO OPPOSE ME!"
As the power began to fuse with him his body gave out, his mind triggering a shutdown to help him cope. Just before the darkness took him he swore he felt a presence touch his mind with one tenacious question. "Master?"