A/N: halo, tis been awhile, ne?
Well, this is a weird one here, i can't quite call it a chapter, and i can't quite put it in anywhere else, like with this entire story, it seems to have a mind of its own, and i quite litterally could not continue with this being another part of another chapter, so its something of a standalone interlude.
now why isn't it a chapter?
1. too short
2. only deals with my OCs
3. only provides development, or really 'reveal' of them
4. more then half of it is information...
so yea... have fun anyway!
Dis: suprisingly, i can say i own all of this, yes, this, as in just the information in this chapter that you don't recognize as general 'Naruto-ism', geography and references to ninja WWs belong to Kishi...
ENJOY!
The sun crept over the high horizon of the mountains of the land of Rai, spreading its golden rays on the shimmering moisture of the damp high peaks forming an ominous fog that spread and cast a shadow on the buildings of the high-rise village, giving it the ominous title it had always been known by.
Grey eyes scanned this scene passively. Having known the same scene everyday for the past some odd years, its meaning only one thing to the white haired woman of the north; she was alive, by the grace of some higher being she had survived the night to live another day. For whatever purpose, she never quite knew, this concept actually terrified her, because in the daylight, it meant another day one could get caught, another day one could be harmed, and another day where life simply took its own reigns of one's life and did with it as it willed and not her. Now the darkness, Kemui often speculated on, was a matter of one's own preferences, it was you who chose to walk in between the lines of dark with a torch, or it was you who decided to pass over the light and allow yourself to be consumed by the darkness, to adapt to it, accept it, and walk with it in an overwhelming sense of accomplishment and comfort, knowing that you would never quite know what it was that would eventually ensnare you and devour you. It was perfectly fine to assume it was just the darkness itself, and you could die content with that, nameless and alone.
The light provided too much information at times…
A slow exhale was sign enough that the strange white woman was sighing at the ever occurring thought. The light was here again, it was only a matter of time until she continued her 'work'.
-It has been several days…- she slowly contemplated the events not long ago, wondering when her escort team would make their way back to inform her of the 'progress' being made. Then she could get back to her new job, perfectly content with the idea that whatever the two told her, she would have an assignment soon enough. –Either way…-
There was barely a squeak of a floorboard as her ear twitched at the familiar sound of almost nothingness. –They are improving…- her placid features turned back to find two forms kneeling only a few feet from her. She turned fully from the ceiling to floor widow that showed the coming of the sun and looked upon her subordinates with solid grey eyes, seriousness and inquiry in them, her request made only in that form.
"The mission was a success, Kemui-sama," the voice was terse, low and far more subtle then the boisterous voice the typically obvious man used back in Konoha, for it was only here, in the secluded presence of his commander did Jimei let his true features show.
"Show me," was her soft as steel command.
Without a word or seal, the platinum blonde raised his head, his typically closed eyes raised to meet his commander's and slowly, ever so slowly he cracked open his left eye.
Seichi's hand immediately went for one of the knives on his shoulder, his blood crimson eyes focused on his 'colleague'. He took a position kneeling between the two, just off the side enough to not be caught between their gaze, one dark hand braced on the ground, his other crossed over his chest and hand firmly, and obviously, on the handle of the opposite knife. In the lingering darkness of the room it seemed almost as if the large man's blood colored eyes were glowing with the intensity he was giving his far shorter counterpart. If anyone else entered the room, they would probably assume the short oddly colored browed man had committed some kind of offense by merely opening his eye.
And in some ways, he had.
Jimei had waited long enough to let Seichi take his position, preparing for his own death every time he dared open his eyes at the hands of the man that followed him like his own shadow. "Heh," a disturbing grin came to the deceptively older man as he cracked open his other eye, then opening both to half their fullest and gazed up at the only woman he truly feared.
Shigaigan, the Corpse Eye, as it was loosely bastardized to, was a dying bloodline from the eastern side of Earth. Its abilities and uses served it well, back when the village hidden in the Rocks was somewhat more bloodthirsty and depraved, of course that was before they had their asses handed to them by the 'pussy tree huggers', as Jimei enjoyed calling Konoha-nin in his mind, of course that was something of 20 plus odd years ago. Times had changed, and so had he, and while the second great ninja war had jaded him beyond repair, and the third had cost him what little was left of his sanity, he could comfortably walk into his once most hated enemy's encampment and not destroy the place was something of a miracle. And maybe flirting with a few of the new, up-and-coming young Konoichi was something of a perk of his good genetics, giving him the appearance of someone far younger then he was. Sure, 35 wasn't exactly 'old' but it wasn't really 'young' now was it?
The platinum blonde sighed deeply, he need to control his thoughts or else his mind would wonder, and young brute that played his shadow would perform his dutied task: kill him should his eyes ever cause him to go out of control. But his eyes, -Yes, back to that- was all he could wonder.
The Corpse Eye was something of a jewel, a cracked and broken one, but a beautiful one nonetheless. Well, at least if you liked a dark sense of humor. As the name suggests, it deals with the dead, as one of the few, if only one, remaining of the now nameless clan containing this bloodline, Jimei, the obvious, boisterous, perverted Lech and overall 'idiot' apparent, was capable of connecting his own sight to that of the dead. In prior generations this ability went so far as to allow a form of necromancy, but sadly those tiny 'details' about the eyes were lost to history and a conveniently placed fire. Now, they could only 'see' in a sense through the eyes of dead eyes, and to those with a weak mind or a receptive one, allowed for the control or transfer of information in the mind, which was one of the reasons it was mistakenly considered a form of Genjutsu.
As of right now, Jimei was using the latter use, since he was not foolish enough to even attempt to take over the mind of the young woman in front of him. He had tried that once, and only once, and swore to never attempt it again, and his loyalty to the woman that could literally scare him to death with a simply look into her mind. 'Mental Defenses' simply did not begin to cover what he saw there, so now he only dared to enter that place when she ordered it, it was a convenient way to pass information directly, and she was even kind enough to partition of a little 'section' he deemed a 'waiting room in her mind' for his own dwindling sanity.
'Sanity', what a funny word to be even considered by the man. Aside from the obvious implications to breaking privacy of individuals and messing with their freewill, the Shigaigan had a nasty habit of having all those who inherited it go completely and irrevocably mad. Back in Iwa, after the second great war, the possession of the eye was considered a plague, which was probably why the aforementioned 'fire' had occurred, in Kumo, due to arduous amounts of research, and various 'bodies' later, it was determined that the degradation of the eyes the ability triggered caused a form of apoptosis on the brain, stemming from the ocular nerves and literally 'eating' its way to the occipital lobe to the parietal, and further onto all the upper brain, which contained the actual 'thinking' part of the brain, and by the time there was only the hippocampus left the 'patient' was nothing more than a drooling, rabid beast that had to be put down. One of the tiny drawbacks.
"That is enough," that woman's soft as steel voice rang into the platinum blonde's ears. He gave a curt nod before closing his deformed eyes, clouded over white pupils with purplish-red almost black corneas, obvious signs of eyes that had died long ago.
"Seichi," the bulky red-head's name an obvious command coming from the white woman's mouth. The dark-tanned behemoth only gave a curt nod, before removing his hand from his shoulder perched knife, and slipping his other into a back pocket and removing a syringe. Jimei covered his eyes with his hand as panicked deep breaths began to escape his mouth and sweat formed on his brow. In a moment quicker then light, Seichi was standing over pale older man and had the syringe rather violently rammed into the back of his neck, right where the spine and brainstem connected. There was a moment where the smaller man stiffened, then slumped to the floor panting.
"I want you to sever the connection, we have no more need to watch him," Cloudy grey eyes stared at his prone form with no feeling, before the white-haired woman simply stepped around them deftly and left the room without another word.
"H-hai," Jimei's voice came out in steady uneven breaths, "Kemui-sama…"
Seichi stared at his prostrate comrade; to any outsider he would be looking at him uncaringly with his crimson eyes. But in his own mind, Seichi admired Jimei, even if he spoke down to him like he was dirt. After all, he had yet to meet anyone else who could pull themselves back together so fluidly from absolute madness simply because one woman commanded it of him. It was with that respect that the sandy red-head was content with the fact that, one day, he would be the one to end this man's life. –It's only a matter of time…-
"Come on," his gravelly voice sounded as he grabbed one of the frail pale man's arms and slung it over his shoulder, "let's get you something to eat…"
"Ne?" came the annoyingly higher pitch of Jimei's more 'obvious' side, "Wats wit all the carin' all'a sudden?"
"Shut up Jimei," was his silent retort as he dragged the man he was meant to kill out of their commander's room.
Jimei = Obvious
Seichi = Subtle
A/N: not quite what you expected? ditto for me too... my characters seem to have a way of 'creating themselves' as it were...
now, to state, since i couldn't quite place it in there obviously without ruining the flow, what Jimei is 'showing' Kemui is everything Hizashi 'saw', including his own conversation with the hokage, which i'm feeling kinda evil not revealing it, hehe, and everything else Hizashi did in the last chappy, so they 'know' so to speak, and being the sneaky-evil-assassin she is, Kemui needs no more information from him... and maybe she doesn't want to 'spy' on him for whatever reason... i'll get more into her thinking on a later date... she as a character amuses me, since she's overall just writing herself and i'm just being used as a medium, least that's how i'm feeling at the moment...
YingYang, as you can see, they are back, i did quite like them in the previous chappy, and sought to expand on them, since i kinda noticed i didn't, for whatever reason... and i haven't quite figured out 'what' will replace Yori-chan in the rookie 9, although i know the team she'll be going with, and its not quite who you might guess :3 although she will have some 'interesting' rivals in kumo herself, hehehe...
bad Felix, stop thinking such things :P
Memories, dudette is fine...
and TL, i quite agree, as i've heard in far too many movies as of late, "How can you fill a cup that's already full?" i think this is where i'm going with this whole concept, the Hyuuga are rather established, their cups are quite full, but Kumo has no bloody idea what to do with a Hyuuga, so their cups are rather empty, providing room for learning, growth, and hours upon hours of amusement...
Anymore questions? (Reviewz)
well i'll ask my own, can anyone guess what i'm both 'obviously' and 'subtly' hinting at in this? and to be fair, its about Kemui :3
Till next -salute-waves- Sayounara, Mina!
-Ikasury
