Chapter 2:

"Blood boils without fire."

The midget man, Rikudo, left me to my own devices in the circular room. From his 'mindscape' he created bookshelves with oversized books and scrolls for me to read. When I asked him why he didn't just think up a tablet, an ipad or a laptop he just gave me a confused look and told me to start with these.

I mostly mourned in these silences. I was surrounded by walls of mirrors, wouldn't you go slightly insane from starring at your new and bushy tail?

I would.

And I did.

I attacked the mirrors, how dare they lie to me? That animalistic look in my eye-that bloodthirsty red slit. The bristling orange and red fur on end. Those terrible talons. Lies. All of it!

Because…Because just yesterday I had decided to go out to ice cream with my boyfriend before I had to go to work-I… this can't be impossible.

Oh, but it so is.

Nine years in a comatose state and I come out a furry fuzzbucket. Someone did a really bad make over and I want compensation.

Perhaps it was all one big joke on me, ne?

I scratched the mirror, my claws scattering shards of glass everywhere, I looked at the rough, leather-ish skin on my hand, and the glass didn't even break the skin. I rammed my (Rather large) skull against the glass, it shattered. I was so frustrated, so angry. I knew it was dumb for me to rip apart the walls but I felt so caged, so inhumane and so much more…Primal. The only thing that the glass actually scratched was my eyes, I could feel tiny (ant like to me, but if I was my human self it would be about the size of my hand) shards of glass sticking deep into my eyes. Then I didn't feel pain at all. There was blood but no wound. I rubbed my furry hand over my eyes and peered blurrily closer in the mirror, the wounds curiously closed up the minute they were ripped open. The shards of glass would enter and exit as swift as them would come.

Demon…He had said…

My nine, bushy orange tails fanned out behind me in a swift anger movement. A huge wall of water splashed on the other side and crashed back into me, soaking me to the bone.

Still I was a demon. A monster. Yes, I believed him when he said the monster is something inside of someone not how their bodies were. But I certainly looked the part didn't I?

I rolled out one floppy tongue which reminded me completely of a dog. A dog.

I went back to destroying all the glass walls, until I got to the books. I tried to shred them, burn them, hell even eat them. But the damn things regenerated!

After a while I stopped, panting on the ground (water?) I still had been cycling "chakra" to my feet. I looked around cautiously the books had already starting "growing back" and I watched in wonder as the shards flew back to their places. Behind them was a white wall with strange writing on it, yet I just filed it away in my mind.

I bowed my head low and still, my reflection was there. Softly, quietly, tears made their way down my enlarged face.

I jerked my head up, "Stop crying." I muttered swaying to my feet. I banged my head on the wall again, (I couldn't possibly be wasting brain cells because they'd just regenerate again.) "Listen, Racheal, listen up well. You are going to get through this." I lectured my reflection. "You're going to master this training like no one's business and go out and take numbers. You are going to find your family, apologize and…" I blinked, all my friends were probably nine years older-hell my boyfriend was probably married off…This put an unexpected knife in my heart. Tears pooled again in my eyes, I stiffened at threw myself at the wall again, "Stop it Racheal! Stop getting upset!"

I took a deep breath in, "Calm. Calm. Calm." I chanted over and over.

I breathed in and out. "Okay." I wiped some tears from my (reddemonmonstereyes) and looked at the books, "Distract yourself."

And I did. I read up on Rikudo's theory of chakra (which was surprisingly fascinating.)

I read up on "human" chakra…and I read up on mine. I leaned back apprehensive, "So, my chakra is 'poisonous.'" I raised a bushy brow, "Poisonous. So what the fuck can I use it for?"

Chakra was much like magic to me-but instead of limitless magic, it had-well, a limit.

"Sooo," I smirked to an empty room, and I stared in the mirror, "Yer a wizard, Harry."

Unfortunately I didn't see Rikudo-midget-man standing behind me, "On the contrary you are not a shaman, and you are a Tailed Beast."

"Will I be exorcized?" I wondered, tapping my claws against the glass, smirking at his reflection.

He actually chuckled, "I'd like to see them try."

I became more serious, "But I will be hunted."

"Eventually, maybe." He nodded, "But for different reasons, they won't be able to defeat you per say, but they will eventually be able to contain you, much like the seal on me did."

"So, assuming you'll let me out of your…brain, I should just stay low for a while?"

He smiled, "You can do whatever you want, but I just hope I can teach you some of my ways…but the answers to your questions…You have to find on your own."

"Okay, you Yoda Clone."

He looked muddled, "What?"

I sighed out with a puff, upsetting some more orange fur "You don't know who Yoda is? Star Wars? Lightsabers? What has the world come to nowadays?"

"Racheal about that…I think I have a few theories, but first, How has your training been going?"

"Erm…You mean fruitlessly trying to destroy the regenerative mirrors?"

"I meant keeping your chakra activated while your mind is distracted, but yes, I suppose so."

I scrunched up confused, "What do you mea-oh. I was standing on top of the water that entire time…wasn't I?"

"Progress, either small or large is still progress."

"I've changed your nickname, midget man, you have been dubbed: Yoda-Copycat." I muttered under my breath. He was definitely wise beyond his years (how old was he anyway he was pretty good looking.) "How long have I spent in here?" I cleared my throat to ask.

"Mm since your awakening? In here you've spent an equivalent to five days," My canine mouth dropped open, "Out there, maybe nine hours."

"It did not feel like both of those times! It felt like a good three to four hours! How am I not tired-or hungry?"

Rikudo (Yoda-Copycat) smiled at me, some unseen wind made his hair flutter, his horns stood stock still though. "You are not human anymore, Racheal, while your spirit may think like a human your spiritual energy has only mixed in with demonic. That other energy inside of you is not human, it doesn't have to sleep, doesn't have to eat or excrete. Unlike us, your chakra is a continuous raw energy constantly recycled over and over again. There are, well, some good's and bad's to this fact."

I balked at this fact, "Woah Woah, hold up, I can't go enjoy a juicy hamburger when I feel like it now?"

His energy was still happy, no matter what my irritated tone, "While I do not understand your references, I believe you are talking about nourishment and nutrition. You may still eat, you have a mouth and a stomach-however other than that your digestive tract is nonexistent."

"WHAT?"

"Whatever you eat will be broken down in your stomach, absorbed immediately, and be converted into raw chakra."

"That's kinda weird…Actually I would've hated going to the bathroom in the forest. Since I'm pretty dang sure there are no demon-sized toilets." Then I mumbled, "Besides what would I have used? Trees for toilet paper?"

The white haired male laughed, "You are correct." He crossed his arms in front of him, it was then I noticed the staff on his back.

"Oi…Perhaps you are Gandalf."

"Excuse me?"

"You know…you have a magical staff." I pointed a long claw at the thing on his back,

"Oh, this?" He drew it out, "This is a shakujo, a Buddhist staff, it's commonly used in prayer but it's is a good weapon."

I stared at him dumbfounded, "You're a priest, I never would have guessed that. You are dressed as some fighter."

"I am a Shinobi, a warrior."

I hmed, "Is that what you are training me to be?"

He shook his head, "You will need to protect yourself effectively out in the world. Now, I wanted to get you started on those lessons…"

"Wait-One more thing." He sighed exhaustedly, "If more time passed in here than out there, what does that mean for my training?"

"You will spend near centuries training the chakra in here, while out there time will pass at a crawl."

"Ha! Centuries? How long are we really looking at?" I smirked, "You're off your rocker midget!"

He twitched, "Midget?" He mumbled under his breath. "Yes." He spoke up.

I gulped, it was the serious look in his eyes that frightened me, "You are…joking right?"

He looked at me very seriously, "I will teach you all that you know, for your siblings I only taught them demonic chakra and how it works-they have a long way to go until they master this. However you are a human reincarnate, and I think it is best to teach you the customs from now if you ever want to blend in. You have a lot to learn, Racheal, it will take a long time. I shall slow the time in your part of the seal the most since you truly have numerous subjects to study."

"Fuck."

"First we shall begin with behavior and diplomacy."

I just groaned.

That's how I sold my soul to an entirely new kind of devil. Rikudo Sennin by no means a kind teacher, while he was patient and encouraging, the training he had me doing was insane.

First, whenever he'd walk into my little mirror cell, he'd shift his mind to meet any training ground needed for our requirements. So I trained in the mountains, I trained in the desert (I hated the desert! With my newly sprouted fur I nearly died of heat stroke) I trained in the oceans, (Yes, in and out of the oceans. I was surprised my new body didn't require me to actually breathe, that it was completely voluntary and I didn't need oxygen to survive. I tried asking Rikudo-sensei the scientific's behind it, but he got confused when I talked all about the anatomy, and cycles I knew. I didn't know how someone could be so smart but stupid at the same time-to be honest. Someone who knew about all this power, couldn't even recognize the Kreb Cycle. I tried talking to him about electronics, guns, machines, cars, jetplanes, anything modernized –but he'd just shake his head at me and change the subject.) I trained in every kind of place imaginable, he even had me train in an imaginary village, I was hundreds of feet above their tallest buildings (I had begged Rikudo-sensei to tell me that I wouldn't be this tall, but he said "I won't lie, you might be." And I had cried in a corner the rest of the session.) With the "Village Training," I had to dodge every tiny miniature thing coming my way. I won't even tell you how many "People" I "Crushed" just by stepping off them or losing my balance-it was a horrifying "Massacre." I didn't actually kill anyone okay?

I briefly sketched out he was a monk living completely secluded in the world with a buttload of power and 'demons' to take over the machine industry. I knew it! He was secretly plotting world domination!

Whenever I was alone, I would distract myself, often I would just read more from his library, about anything and everything-this guy was a class A Genius. I asked for my own notebook to jot stuff down, and he took a moment to teach me an "Juubun Sect" which enlarged or shrunk any object. (1) I jotted down what I knew on my knowledge and we mingled to create new things, we created a "Medical Sect" which people could insert their own chakra into other's bodies-though I wasn't any good at it, I couldn't heal anyone because I had poisonous chakra, but I was damn proud with suggesting it, even though it was a totally naïve comment.

With it, he unlocked a whole new world. And he insisted he teach me, he couldn't teach me the actual sect's but he taught me just about everything else. It really made me upset I couldn't use the Green Palm Sect, as we took to calling it. (2)

Then he had me walking up walls, pushups on my claws, learning how to jump hundreds of feet at a time, creating these roundish dark colored bombs from my chakra, he even taught me how to dodge by throwing knives at me. Yes knives. Though they felt like tiny needles to me, he loved to throw them at my throat, my eyes, and stab them right near where the leather pads of my claws turned to fur (It was a sensitive transition.)

Also, he trained me in a strange Sign-Language. He had me press my hands together in a hundred different ways and quizzed me over and over on what they were, how they worked, why they worked. He called them Hand Signs, and there were twelve main ones that he stressed were the upmost importance for jutsu. He told me that as a Tailed beast I didn't have to make these hand signs, however if I wanted to refine my studies (As I apparently had been the only one to want to further my 'human training' because I was, well, a late human being) then I had to memorize all of these Hand Signs.

The first thing I'll say was that it was awkward, so very awkward, since I had to work around the fact that I didn't have human hands anymore. I had claws and fur.

However these seals are what focused me to concentrate a flux my chakra.

Tori (Bird), Ousu Buta (Boar), Inu (Dog), Usagi (Hare), O hitsuji (Ram), Uma (horse), Nezumi (Rat), Hebi (Serpent), Ryu (Dragon), O-Ushi (Ox) Tora (Tiger), Saru (Monkey).

He told me stories of the Zodiac animals, why he named each handsign after them and casted their legends in the stars. I hadn't known constellations before, but within his mindscape he could name each major star, and because of that-he never got lost.

Sometimes that he shared to all of the "Beasts."

Memorization with him, was the key thing. As long as you pushed out your best and didn't half ass anything you would likely survive.

The way he pushed me you'd think there was an upcoming apocalypse or something.

He also had me reading up on culture, human foods, language, just society in general. He taught me that whenever I said a name, proper honorific suffixes would go at the end. He eventually got sick of me and my nicknames and beat me to the ground in a spar to ensure I didn't 'disrespect him' again.

When I had gotten my furry ass whooped by some midget, I consented to actually calling him sensei. Then we just left it at that.

When I asked him why he was doing this-why was he teaching me all this stuff? I knew how to survive! While the culture was a little different (I had probably been 'reincarnated' in a different country) I had still been human-still thought like one anyways. Not like some animal on steroids.

Then he congratulated me on "passing his first test." While I was panting against the rocky ground of his mindscape. I was totally beat, though I didn't have sweat glands anymore-I was overheated.

It felt kinda weird, not really sleeping, (sometimes I did it to simply rest my mind when I was on the edge of a breakdown, not needing to eat, not needing to go to the bathroom. Not needing deodorant or needing to brush my teeth, (I didn't have to eat, so why did I have to worry about cleanliness? My mouth never got those 'sleeping' tastes in my mouth either. I also found that my saliva constantly recycled itself, like my chakra and stomach acids. Honestly, sometimes I wanted to do those things, simply because I wanted to feel normal. Like I was human again.

I didn't even technically have a gender anymore. Since I could never reproduce, (I may have been an animal now but it made me miss human life even more…I had wanted a family one day. Had planned for it too.)

Oh, and then there was that.

I was still in the stubborn mindset that I was human. Therefore, I constantly had to walk around on my back haunches. This made me a good few stories taller than my miniature sensei, and it hurt. After much detailing and scrutiny both Sensei and I came to the conclusion that I had my top half shaped like a humans. I had a relatively normal human torso, a long neck, which stretched into fur-covered human shoulders with human hands-my nails just black claws. However my back end was entirely different show. (Not that kind, what are you-animal perverts?)

My hipbones were that of an animal, an animal that should walk around on all four limbs. Being a human, walking on two legs was the right way, and the right way only. I may look inhuman, I may look ugly, but god damn it were they going to take my pride away from me and make me crawl like some beast!

But at the same time- every time I tried to shuffle the pain brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I'd feel a snap deep inside of me, I'd groan out as I felt my bones heal again from the fracture, or break. Then I'd shuffle forewords again. When I was fighting that was the only time I'd lower myself to all four paws-it was so embarrassing for me, to walk around like a lowly beast. Rikudo-Sensei tried his best to help me, get me to talk about it-but I refused each and every time. This was my challenge, damn it, I'd act like a human to be a human so I didn't become what this new face of mine portrayed a monster.

He also offered to go inside my mind and fix that, but I got so scared when he opened that topic up- I refused enthusiastically. As much as I was starting to come to love my Sensei, I didn't want him prowling around my mind seeing what needed to be changed and whatnot and knocking down the barriers between me and…and the animal.

Yes the animal, the part of me that insisted I lose my honor and walk on all fours. The part of me that waged a war with me to drop all human etiquette and just rage. Tears the place apart, but I reined it all in. I was human. They proabably buried my decomposing human body somewhere-maybe, they preserved it so I could go back to it? Maybe this new form could become human again?

When I explained my second idea, he explained that he had come up with a rough Sect to disguise himself as any human called the "Henshin Sect." It casted an illusion over his features to make him take on another form. A form, most importantly that felt solid. I demanded he teach me it, he looked unsure, and he commented that he never had a Tailed Beast want to look human before, therefore never tried. I just retorted that I was a different situation from my brother's and sister's (that I hadn't met yet.)

He said the reason why I didn't meet them was because they were developing their own styles under him, also, the seal that was placed on him didn't allow the developing chakra's to intermix because if they did it was possible that the Ten Tails could break free and wreak havoc across the world again. I would meet my siblings when I got out of the seal. (I asked him what would happen to him and he changed the subject-which had me very suspicious.)

I demanded he teach me everything, everything that the human's knew and the demons knew-from how he described it out there seemed like a whole new world.

I just wished my family was still alive.

One day I asked my Sensei when I would be considered I would surpass him:

I had just finished training the usual way, the ocean breeze in the background fading into the awful to god mirrors that surrounded me from all sides.

"Ne, Sensei!" I laughed a little wheezily, "I'm almost close to beating you!" I joked, we both knew I was far from his level.

"The day you land a scratch on me is the day I retire." He declared, a little smug smirk sent in my direction. But still, the slight seriousness remained.

"Well then start planning now old man! That day is coming soon!" I laughed.

He just smiled and patted my snout.

I made him train me in weapon's yes, human weapons, which I would enlarge with the Juubun Sect and blow them away.

The weapons he trained me with were weird too, once I mastered an Tanto sword, knives, and (these strange throwing weapons that reminded me of ninja from the Hollywood movies) He had me train with very strange weapons, such as a scythe (I hated them so much, no maneuver ability at all. Very limited dodging and slashing, very slow.) The he got me to train with a Kusarigama (Chain weapon: metal blade looks like a bird's beak), a (spiked) manrikigusari (Which is like a dagger strapped to a chain), a yawanga (looks like a metal flower), a mace ball (yes a mace ball), (Demon) Shuriken (I found the name of the Hollywood Throwing Stars! I had half the mind to shape one into a sloppy bat.), a Nord Battle Axe, crossbow, whip ("Kinky," I commented until my sensei used it on me-I don't think it's counted as animal abuse because I'm not technically an animal. But I certainly complained a lot after that, claiming pain when my wounds healed up instantly.), a Sai (which was totally cool), spears, a Bo, Fans (Yes fans, add a little chakra and they are scary motherfucker's.)

But I liked his personal tools the best though, because they were the most weird, strange things I ever heard of. First there was a stunted sword, which he referred to at Shichiseiken ("Seven Star Sword")-but it wasn't the creepy name, or the weird attachment he had to it what got me excited, it was what it could do. What all his favorite weapons could do, actually. The Shichiseiken could sever the soul from its body (What if it could seal a soul back into a body?) (4)

The Benihisago ("Crimson Gourd") sealed the soul inside the large gourd, forever. The soul couldn't escape no matter what. Unless, one changed their most spoken word before being sucked it. (That's doom right there. I have no idea what's my most spoken word.)

The Kohaku no Johei ("Amber Purifying Pot") could seal anyone in it. It was considered greater than the Benihisago because it took less preparation to use it than the Gourd did.

The Kokinjo ("Golden Canopy Rope") allows to draw anyone out with the "word soul." It was the Rope of Clarity (It was dangerous, but a little boring to me.)

The Bashosen ("Banana Palm Fan") was my favorite. At first I laughed at it, a banana fan? Really? But it controlled Lightning, Water, Fire, Air, Earth-kinda. You had to push the element you wanted into the fan. I felt like an avatar bender. It was that awesome-and the only weapons that depleted my arsenal of chakra just a little bit.

Rikudo-sensei taught them to me, commenting that he might as well teach someone how to use them because his sons weren't interested in their father's weapons.

This led to my interrogation all about his family.

His wife had been a sweet woman (from what he told me) who had died after naming his last son "Senju" during the course of his birth. His wife had been a traveler that had mounted hourses, and fed the soldiers water. He had met her in one of his many travels and she had stowed away in his wooden cart-evidently trying to reach her sister in one of the nearby villages. Eventually, they had both learned that village was attack by the Jyuubi. So, Rikudo-sensei had invited her along (as she had no where else to go) with his travels and she had helped him with the more human things in life-(like sewing, cooking-that good stuff.) They fell in love blah blah and bam! Suddenly a huge stork with a naked baby pops out of the sky!

At least, the way he explained it made it seem that way.

I had learned very fast that my Sensei didn't take well to perverse jokes. First he'd get all red and start on like he was choking, then he'd get this really evil glint in his eyes-and my training for the rest of the week would be downright brutal. He'd double everything.

But I loved to do it because those few seconds he choked on words were like tiny victories to me-because he could still turn my furry ass upside down.

Though I was proud to say that now I could last thirty seconds.

Anyway, he had two sons, the eldest was named "Uchiha" and the younger "Senju." (5) When I put these names together I just couldn't place where I had heard them. They seemed familiar for some reason but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what. I asked everything about them, and he gladly obliged, Uchiha had shaved his eyebrows short (yes, this was the very first thing he told me,) in recognition of his honor. (Apparently, a sign of noble was shaving off the eyebrows) I made a real funny face at this and he (had the audacity to joke) that I would have to shave them too because I was also a "Noble Beast." That I had to shave my eyebrows, at my horrified expression and sputtering ("B-But I furry all over! Why do my eyebrows have to suffer?") he promptly burst into laughter. Clueing my in it was a joke (Something he rarely made by the way,) and I chased him all around our training area. He told me that his Eldest had inherited his power and eyes, (Swirly Eyes, I had dubbed them then, since my Sensei had not taught me yet as to what a Kekkei Genkai was) but not his will of peace. (Which he drilled into me like a plane crashing into a tiny wittle ant,) while he didn't force me to go along with his religious views and ways of the world, he taught them to me anyway. (Yeah.) His youngest had inherited his large chakra type and could reach farther into the jutsu's his father did. (Apparently there was a whole bunch of sibling rivalry going on since the youngest was a little bit goofy, and the eldest an uptight little bitch. Both competed to be "crowned" successor after his father passed.-I didn't want to honestly think of my sensei dying, I had gotten attached and he seemed so strong the dying seemed impossible to me.) He told me all about his sons progress and his family from then on. With it, also came the Hierarchy in what he dubbed the "Outside World." Of course the Head of the family ruled in all of decisions however, Clan Elders (all of them together) could overrule him, (This happened rarely, but it limited the power of the Clan head.) The Clan heads were the ones said to be directly descended from the person that started the Clan. Then came everyone else, the people closely related by blood had the more power-the less blood the less power. (I hated this, why couldn't anyone just be damn equal? Wouldn't a social pyramid cause more problems then solutions? With the constant struggle for power? And I really hated it how you got the luck of the draw, you were either the ones who had no real substantial power (95%) or the ones who did (5%.)

That sucked.

I'm not sure what time passed, I didn't have some internal clock mounted on the wall. Therefore I couldn't estimate the time I spent, but I could eventually predict when the Rikudo-sensei would be back. For me-it felt like three hours at the most, but that usually meant it was roughly about nine to twelve hours.

But what I really kept an eye on was how old he seemed to be from now, till I met him. When I met him he was young, handsome, even.

But now I could see he was well into his forties now, and that scared me deeply. One, because that was an indicator on how much time was passing outside (How long had I been training?), second he was inching closer to his death. Now, I had come to see my Sensei as a surrogate Father to me (A crazy, surrogate father) so it was really no surprise I freaked completely out when I realized I had a much, much longer lifespan than his.

"You are getting older, Sensei." I started out one afternoon.

Whenever I passed a test we would sit down and drink tea, (I'd use the Juubun Sect of course.) And just talk and talk.

"Yes, I am." He agreed.

He waited for me to speak, to form my words, "What's it like out there?" I asked instead, dancing around the delicate topic.

He studied me from the corner of his eye, "Peaceful. Now that their worst fears are over the people have conglomerated into tiny villages speckled across the world. Now as one, we can move forward into the future and acquire true peace."

His formal speech pattern was hard to get used to, but my Sensei was patient (unless you annoyed him) and very forgiving. We had different cultures, while I shook hands with the new people I met, I had to bow to the people I respected here. (Which is awkward when you are all furry.) But Sensei was always certain with his wording, never stuttering, and he spoke slow and confidently.

"So…A lot of time has passed huh?" I never said I was good at subtlety.

He nodded and sipped his tea, it was my turn to wait, "I am starting to get old, Racheal. Soon I will pass from this life."

I blanched, "But you're like-forty! You're just getting wrinkles!"

He shot me a one eyed glare, "Forty is old at this age. However you will long live past me, and many others during the course of your life."

"B-But…"

"You are not human anymore, you must come to realize that. You cannot forever walk on your haunches and sit like a lady. You will long live past me and any other mortal."

"So…you're saying I'm immortal?" I shrieked, my glass cup cracked and hot steaming liquid dribbled down my hands.

"Control yourself." He leveled me a firm stare, "You are not quite immortal, one day you will stop growing-"

"You mean I'm getting bigger?!"

"-and you will spend much time in that form. You can die. However your chakra will recycle back on itself and rebirth you from death."

"So. I'm Immortal."

"In a sense, yes."

I exploded, "What the fuck is the use of being immortal?" My friends, my family already so much older than me. "I-I, Kami. I …W-What is life without friends? Without family? Without love? I-If I outlive all of them will I truly be living? I-I…" I broke. "I'd rather die than be immortal, have true death!" I hadn't had broken down since the first day I had come here, but everything was too much-too much to bear. I was losing everyone.

You know, everyone thought that when someone they loved passed away it was the worst thing for them. But what about the person who passed away themselves? How do they feel about dying and leaving all they have ever known behind? The unknown factor-that's what human's fear don't they?

Tears ran down my face, and I saw red.

When I came too I didn't know where I was. I didn't remember, I pulled myself up and clutched my throbbing head, I had a migraine. When I pulled my hand back I saw large orange paws, "…So it wasn't just a dream." I looked up and gasped the training grounds all around me were completely flattened. The forest it was supposed to be was burning, the village next to the forest was completely in shambles. "What…happened?"

"You lost control." I jerked my head around to see my Sensei with a grim face.

"W-What?"

"You normally have a unique control over yourself Racheal, but when you lose it-this is what happens." He rubbed his thumb up and down his staff thoughtfully, "You're brothers have the most trouble with this, this is what they are learning to control, you advanced because you have that unique nature of resisting the animal nature."

"So you are saying I'm…"

"You are not a monster, Racheal." He stated firmly, "You may have a human mentality, but not always is it as reliable as the animal."

"So I'm a feral demon too-" I looked over at the village, it looked so goddamn real-I could see bodies, smell the blood, see even the patchwork in the strange stone I always found in the little villages. I didn't even want to think it was real-because if it was-if I murdered those people

I shook my head, the meaning of Rikudo's "Villager training" really stuck in my head now. It had been such a game before now it was so very real.

This was my power, to murder, to maim, to torture. Was this the only reason I was still alive, to become a monster much like the one who had destroyed this village?

No, I would not kill. I may not be in my human form now, but doesn't mean I was any less human was I?

"To resist it this long is an amazing feat." My sensei commented, but I shook in rage, "Amazing feat? Amazing feat? I shouldn't be killing at all Sensei! Wasn't that what you were teaching me all along? What if this was real? What if these people were truly dead? What would happen then? I am the monster you so desperately not want me to be! This just proves it!" I roared in his face.

He had that calculating stare on his face again, "You are far more advanced than your brother's. But considering all that you went through sometimes I agree you need to let it all out." He spread his arms wide open, as if he was approaching me for a hug. I snarled and leapt in blinding fury at him, I swung my paw to crush him, but he dodged.

I threw a bomb with him and took out my Tanto, a long while ago my sensei had placed ink on my wrists, and by using a tiny bit of blood (you don't know how deep I have to cut myself to get one drop of blood before my wounds close up. I always feel like a masochist.) I charged it with my chakra element-fire. Something that I had found out a long time ago.

I sent a storm of flames at him and he replaced himself and speeded behind me-I ducked and placed the large Tanto in the crook of my elbow. Jumping, I spun around in the air, just it time to see my teacher disappear again.

Left, Right, Up, Down.

Not there.

My adrenaline was at an all time high, my heart beat in my ears-but I calmed it all. I closed my eyes and stretched out my senses.

There you are.

I could smell him, I could sense him.

He moved!

I twisted my body and slashed open with my claws-my eyes where still closed-sensing him out with my talents.

I opened my eyes.

He was standing in front of me, the only expression in his face showing off surprise what his eyes, but his hand was cupping his cheek.

Then he smiled, "Congratulations, Racheal."

Then he moved his hand away, and I caught sight of a dribble of blood.

No.

(1) Juubun Sect: Juubun literally means "size" in Japanese (sorry if I am wrong, I looked it up) and Shinobi "Sect" was what the Rikudo Sennin called what you know as ninjutsu. These are early names,

(2) Green Palm Sect: Mystical Palm Jutsu, or at least, the fundamentals. It shall evolve though. Yep, I had the Kyuubi suggest this-mainly because it was too damn ironic Racheal couldn't use it. Now relax, Medical Chakra would have been long invented even if Kyuubi didn't suggest it.

(3) Henshin Sect: An old Transformation Jutsu!

(4) Treasured tools of the Six Paths: Bashosen, Kohaku no Johei, Shichiseiken, Benihisago, and Kokinjo. All legendary tools of the Six Paths introduced by the Gold and Silver Brothers, who had large chakra reserves from eating the stomach flesh of the Kyuubi. If you look at the trivia section of the Gold and Silver Brother's old legend has it that the Two Demon King Brothers (King Ginkaku and King Kinkaku.) I was really interested in this and looked a bunch of the story up-I suggest you read it due to it's awesomeness. Go look up the story of King Ginkaku and King Kinkaku!

(5) Why I named his sons "Uchiha" and "Senju": In the manga, we are never told the names of the Rikudo's children. However it would not make sense if they had different last names. The children of course parted when the Sage named his youngest his successor. Somehow, between this they formed the "Uchiha" and the "Senju" –separate clans. They couldn't both claim their father's names, so it made a bit more sense to me to name it after themselves. Sorry, if I'm completely wrong, but Uchiha means "Fan" and Senju means "A Thousand Hands." …because I totally can see people naming their kids after these things-com'on, Naruto is "Fishcake!"

So does anyone know why mirrors are mentioned over and over again in this chapter? Can anyone guess that meaning?

Preview: "I want you to have these, I'm trusting you to use them wisely and keep them safe." I didn't know what kind of world I was in, but it wasn't my own. "But I told you, I'm not a monster!"