Author's note: This is supposed to be a fic from Genjuro's point
of view, on Kurei. I didn't really remember the name of his technique (The one
where he can make multiple illusions of himself) so it may be wrong. Also, they
didn't really elaborate on his past, but I do know that Kurei defeated him and
his village was most probably destroyed. (Shown in the background during the
anime) So if I got a few points wrong, feel free to correct me on it. It's also
my first time writing a POV, so it's rather short and might be a little
weird.
Late breaker - I just realised that my fic sort of resembles Ailin's
POV fic "Posessions". First, she used the name Reiko; so did I. Second of all,
the last line is really very similar to hers. I think the reason for this is
because I read her fic earlier before writing mine, and I must have
subconsciously integrated some of her stuff into it. So sorry, Ailin! *Looks
guilty*
As I await my death I begin to remember bits and pieces of the past.
The destruction of my village, the massacre of my neighbors, and most of all,
the complete downfall of my pride.
You swept into my hometown like the plague; no, you were even worse than the
plague. At least the plague leaves survivors. With you, there were none.
None except me.
I ask myself, why did you let me live? Why?
So that you could torture me? Force me to remember the pain of having my
entire life destroyed? Or were you telling me the truth when you said that you
had need of my strength? Which of these reasons were yours?
After you were done with my home, the town of my birth, all that remained
were ashes. ASHES! There was not even a THING to give an honourable burial to!
I remember the screams of anguish, the crackle of fire, the smell of burning
flesh.
I wake up every night, sweating. Those dreams… my friends calling out to me
for help as I watch helplessly… the acrid smell of charred corpses in the air.
No, not dreams. Nightmares. I see the events running through my head as clearly
as it had been yesterday.
Flicking your hand carelessly, you annihilate Tetsuo, my best friend since
childhood. With another, you incinerate Reiko, his wife. Do you feel nothing? Do
you not hear their calls for mercy? Are you not human?
One by one, I see my all brothers and my sisters fall. True, they were not of
my blood, but they were like kin to me. Within minutes, the smoking remains of
my tiny village were all that remained of my home.
I tried to fight, to protect my friends, but you were too strong. Even my
Multiple Illusion Technique was useless. The Angel of Death. How I laugh at the
title bestowed upon you. Beautiful like an angel, but one who brings death and
destruction to all who meet you.
A merciless killing machine.
I hate you, Kurei. I'll have you know that all the time I served as your dog
in the Uruha Group of Ten, I had only one wish. To kill you. To get my revenge.
But that is not possible now, is it? I see Neon raise the flute to her lips,
preparing to play the notes which would spell out my death.
To Recca, Kurei's half-brother, I wish you all the best. Defeat Kurei for me,
like he did to me. Break his spirit and shatter his pride. Leave him pondering
the worth of his miserable life, show him the blood on his hands. I imagine that
it must be caked at least a foot high. Bereft him of all his hope… just like he
did to me.
Thank your young princess for me. It was the first in the long time since I
joined Kurei that anyone had ever shown any kindness to me.
Team Hokage, I hope you win.
Neon starts to play the first note. Already I begin to feel my body trembling
under to extreme pressure of the sound waves.
Finally, my wretched life will end.
Kurei, I'll see you in hell.