Dichotomy
He never thought about time usually. Compared to those of other dimensions and countless worlds, he lived forever. Time usually corresponded with what hours were designated for waking, sleeping, eating, and all of the pointless activities of the traditional court. Quargons. Megaquargons… Other units of something no one could truly express—not here anyways. Time could be measured and doled out when there was a sun and a night and hunger and all that which made someone mortal. Immortals had no use for time or sunsets or sunrises. There was no need to measure how long it took to travel somewhere or how fast one was going. Time was important in how fast a battle was completed in and when the next one would start… but they all relied on this imaginary concept that the multi-verse ran on some indelible clock that kept track of everything.
Thought recently, time had become important...it whisked through his mind like a silver bullet. Ve was troubled, time had seemed to...stop... become non-existent. Ve withheld a groan which nearly slithered out of his lips, as the never-ending spiral of darkness enthralled him, seemed to swallow him up...the air was pungent, nearly suffocating, it made you wish to pass away...yet, even if you deemed so, you could not, it was a never-ending punishment...
All because of Leonardo...
The thought echoed itself bitterly in Ve's mind, Leonardo had stripped him of his honor and glory, his image had been smeared...
The air seemed to scream at him, as if lecturing him pointedly for his actions...actions which he had been forced to take, actions of vengeance, his long-time teacher...
Was he truly immortal? Was it a reward or condemnation?
If you could die, you would wish to do so in the worst moment of your life...Ve longed for death now...would he receive it?
Clouds covered his clear thinking, normal logic...numbness began to dull him, yet it came with certain pain...
He was losing grasp, he could not tell right from left, his body was tearing, it was no longer only his, every private thought seemed to leak out into the vast emptiness, they seemed to shriek with echoes of his life...the life he had, which was being wrenched from him by force...
As a ninja, he should fight back, strength seemed for a moment, to flow again, bringing only a second's worth of rejuvenation to his powerful muscles which had taken sweat and blood to develop...yet, it ended, a bittersweet taste remained tangy in his mouth...he had tasted freedom...
Why couldn't it last? Were the illustrious moments short-lived, worthless? Did you pour your time into something that lasted only nanoseconds, compared to the vastness of time which swelled the multiverse?
No matter what happened, it would never kill his dream, die or not, he would be the Ultimate Ninja, whether time had permitted it or not, it did not matter...