KC: YEAH! I FINALLY GET MY SHENNANIGANS!
ME:Ok. You're happy, we get it, now can we please start it already?
KC: ONLY BECAUSE IM SO AWESOME! PSKRANABDOESNTOWNANYTHINGBUTTHESTORY.
NOW READ ABOUT ME!
Kantis' Epic Adventures
"I know," he said. "And as much as I complain about it being a pain to run. I do feel kinda bad that it's going to be destroyed, and that so many of our students will die tomorrow.." he slumped in his chair staring into his untouched bowl of ramen.
Estara stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. Kimberly will fix everything and then we can go home and forget this ever happened."
"Whatever," he said throwing her hand off his shoulder. "I just wanna blow sh1t up!"
The next day
He chuckled quietly as the kunai was pressed lightly to his throat.
"Of all the people here you are the one I respect the most, so I will give you a choice. Join us, help us recreate the Akatsuki. We will bring a new order to this broken world. Choose wisely, you would not want to end up like her," his head was jerked around to allow him a view of Estara's lifeless corpse, "would you Sensei?"
At this he threw his head back, ignoring the fingers that ripped out a good portion of his hair, and laughed so intensely that one might think he had flipped his lid. It would be perfectly understandable with what he had been through today. He had watched all of his students and subordinates die, forced even to witness his best friend and longtime, confidant Estara fall at the hands of this child and his Sharingan wielding companion.
"If you think you could kill me." His laugh quieted to a demented chuckle, "Then you are my biggest shame as a student."
At this the boy slit his throat. In the moments before Nagato did so he used his doujutsu to fast forward time to the moment just after his throat was slit, and switched places with his throat-cut self. He did it so quickly that not even Madara (Cough, Cough, Obito) saw the sudden change in iris color/design. The result was a throat cut corpse in Nagato's hands and a quite alive Sensei standing right in front of him. As the now devastated red head waited for the assumed "clone" to poof out of existence, he looked dumbfounded at Kantis.
"How," he asked quietly. "How did you do that?"
Kantis walked over to a body, kneeling to see who it was. "Oh that? That was easy, learned that move in the cradle."
Unseen to the two people standing his eyes turned red, similar to the color of a Sharingan, but the design was infinitely different. Unlike the Sharingan (which tended to have rotational symmetry) his eyes were quite random. Aside from the black star where his pupil should be, he also had wild black streaks that branched from the center of his eye like the root system of a tree. The black began to bleed until only a fraction of the red was left.
"It's sooooooo old. If you want I can show yo…."
'Madara' stabbed him in the back, his kunai lodging directly between two vertebrae completely severing the spinal cord.
Suddenly he was back where he had been standing when he switched the first time.
"Now that wasn't very nice. Stabbing a person in the back." He looked over at Nagato, "How long do you plan on holding on to that. Cuz all that blood can't be good for your cloak."
Nagato, whom had been mesmerized by his Sensei's inability to die, looked down and screamed. He dropped his Sensei's 'corpse' and stared at the blood on his hands and clothes. 'B…bbb…bbuu…but, how? I thought it was a…,' he looked up at Kantis, horrified. "What are you?"
'Madara' pulled his kunai out of the other corpse, examining it closely. "So they are not clones, and yet they each have the same chakra signature as you just as a clone would." He turned to Kantis, "I think I'll keep you," he whispered. And with that Kantis felt himself being pulled into an alternate dimension. "There is no way you can escape from my Sharingan."
Kantis chuckled, quite insanely, 'if only you knew,' he thought, 'if only you knew.'