It's difficult to follow the manga for quotes. Really. Oh, and CRAP by the way. It's supposed to be spelled 'Muramasa'. Oh well, let's just say it's a "unique spelling" or its a pun. Whereas 'Muramasa' implies a swordsmith, let's say 'Muramusa' means some kind of scroll creator...type...person...

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Different Time Zones

Way Back When:

Tenshi stood watching as Sasuke, the younger, with his partially released curse mark, lay Sakura down. He stared at her for a long time. Tenshi felt heavy in her chest as her shoulders sagged. Her teeth clenched together, nearly splintering each other.

Sasuke, the one who had overcome time to be—deal—with Tenshi sat above this scene, watching. Staring. Tenshi looked upset. He felt . . . How did he feel? What did he feel? The confusion of his emotions flooding back into his body consumed him. He was feeling again. Sasuke Uchiha was not supposed to be feeling anything, much less anything have to do with something as useless and weak as-

Never mind.

"What was I thinking right now?" He whispered. A flash of black, and he was gone.

Of course Tenshi felt his presence hovering above her. She was going to confront him again, there was just so much more to say, but she lost her nerve. Her legs simply refused to move and her eyes simply refused to leave the heart-stopping sight of Sasuke looking at her with something a little gentler than disgust. By the time she had counted down from three chanting: 'I will talk to him, I will talk to him,' his chakra signature had dissipated and she had felt a slight shift in her surroundings.
"Oh my gosh," Tenshi whispered, overwhelmed, with a hand pressing on her heart. Her body shuddered violently. Her throat choked up and searing tears burned her skin as they rolled fat down her cheeks. Tenshi's eyes felt red and on fire, her body gone stiff. She was on her feet now.

I'm in the Now . . . Man . . .:

Muramusa was furious. Yes, he had known that this generation was much more crude that the last. The last was crude as well, but with a sense of more respect, if not fear, in their voice and actions. This Sasuke Uchiha was a quintessential example of exactly how unappreciative and 'funky-fresh' they all were, and thought they were.

Yeah, Muramusa's very old. He has no idea that nobody says 'funky-fresh' anymore.

So, Muramusa was furious. I think we all know why. A certain Uchiha boy had disrespected his elders and he was going to pay. In due time.

A glove.

That was what was in the package.

Not an intricately woven glove bedazzled with pretty little sequins and rhinestones. Not a long fingerless glove with a bountiful array of yellow, greens and blues, depicting dragons and bonsai trees on the dyed silk. Just a black glove. Not even a pair for that matter.

"I made the scroll, what makes you think I can't make another?" Muramusa laughed to himself thrusting his rough, bony hand into the deceptively powerful glove.

As the glove tugged at the valleys in between his fingers, a demonic aura was suddenly released, as if the key to a monstrous secret had finally made contact with its lock.

Muramusa's sickly, pale skin peeled off, starting at the gloved hand and unwrapping around his few wisps of hair and down his back. A deep, mahogany layer of flesh was revealed underneath. Bulging, bug-eyed orbs poked out of his skull; clear, red, bloodshot veins laced frantically from his yellow irises to the edges of the white. His weak, skinny arms suddenly becoming more muscular and defined, rippled and undulated when flexed. White, shaggy tufts emerged from his long dead hair follicles. They formed a long mane running down to his lower back. From the crown of his head sprung two little horns, protruding devilishly.

"Ahh . . . that's better," Muramusa hissed with the voice of a fox. Muramura flexed his blackened hand from which the glove had melted and elongated into his skin. He picked up his brush, dipped it in his ink well, and began to write on a blank scroll.

"It's good to be in my demon form again."

I Do Not Dwell on the Past!:

Tenshi's feet were lifted from the ground, dangling helplessly. Her eyes traveled up the black arm, which shifted to mahogany just after the crease of the elbow.

"So are you the other time traveler?" came the question. Tenshi struggled to draw breath for her words.

"So what if I am?"

Muramusa's grip tightened and a staccato chirp of escaping breath left Tenshi's lips.

"If you are, I might just have to kill you."

Tenshi reached her palms downwards, searching for earth. With tremendous effort, a spike of rock shot from the forest floor, upper cutting the demon's chin and twisting his head 120 degrees the wrong way. A crack sound came from the demon's neck as he released Tenshi and she staggered backwards in temporary retreat. The demon's hands clutched his chin and the space between the horns, winding his head back into place.

As she watched the somewhat disturbing spectacle, Tenshi's mind screamed at both the improbability of there being a demon, and the fact that necks don't work that way.

"Hehe, now my chin's kinda numb," the demon said, itching at his chin and removing the residual dirt. "And you made me bite my tongue."

'Sasuke's chakra is gone.' Tenshi thought as she recollected her senses.

"Who are you, what are you, and what do you want?" Composure . . .

"Muramusa the demon, pleased to meet you, I'd like to eat your soul."

As the tension and plot thickened, Tenshi decided to bring up some comic relief.

"Huh, haven't heard that pick-up line before."

Muramusa growled, his perfectly dramatic plot appearance completely ruined because this girl hadn't shown fear at his, to be frank, freakishness.

"Is that it?" he barred his fangs. The girl pondered the meaning of the question, then the answer that she would deliver.

"Yeah," she shrugged, not understanding why he would want more of a reaction.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, I am a demon."

Tenshi crossed her arms.

"Big deal. I've seen demons before. Do you not see the two fighting over there?" Tenshi gestured to Gaara and Naruto duking it out, Shukaku wreaking havoc on the forest and Naruto transforming himself and Gamabunta into the Kyuubi. "It may just be their size, but I'm a little more afraid of them than of you. Maybe if you come back at a better time-"

"Never mind that! I'm going to eat your soul whether you-"

"And your name, 'Muramusa'? I believe it's supposed to be Muramasa, and if you're trying to do a play on words, I have reason to believe that you are failing. Any Japanese person or non-Japanese person extremely immersed in Japanese history knows that Muramasa was a master swordsmith, however, Muramusa is just a typo. You must have been written into my story by an incompetent author."

"Your story?"

"Yeah, my story. I don't see your name included on the character listing. And my name comes before Sasuke's, therefore I am the main character. Not to mention that the majority of the story follows me." Tenshi smirked.

Muramusa scrolled up to the top of the page.

"No, the first name on the character listing is Sakura H., not Tenshi."

An exasperated sigh.

"Didn't you read Chapter 2? Yeesh, I am Sakura." Tenshi blinked in realization and pointed an accusatory finger at the offending beast. "You made us break the fourth wall!"

"Damn straight. I'm the bad guy. I make protagonists break the fourth wall."

"Oh you are evil."

"So will you acknowledge me as the antagonist in this fanfiction or not." Tenshi shrugged and put a finger to her chin.

"I may consider it. However you're going to have to do more than break the fourth wall. You'll have to attempt to or succeed in murdering one of my best friends or my love interest. Or if you don't want to go through the trouble of character death, then you'll probably have to interfere with my mission and provide conflict. Do know, however, that I will end up sealing or killing you during the climatic peak of this story. So you'll have to sign a release form as well." Muramusa thought it a good enough deal. Tenshi produced a small, white binder and began to explain the guidelines.

A Little Bit into the Future While Still Remaining in the Past:

"Okay, where were we!" Tenshi procured her twin fans.

"I believe I was about to eat your soul!"

"I'm sorry, but that item is out of stock!" Muramusa put up a hand.

"That was really lame." Tenshi, snapped one of her fans close and gently wafted air on to her masked face with the other, an sense of uptight what-do-you-mean-by-that forming around the slighted girl.

"Well a humanoid demon isn't exactly every fan girl's dream." Muramusa's eye twitched.

"Tch, whatever." Muramusa bent his knees and lunged at Tenshi, claws outstretched. Tenshi released her other fan and circled her arm to deflect his claws, catching the wrists. The alternate fan held against his neck poked at his skin with the miniature knives separating each section within the fan. Muramusa launched himself backwards onto a different tree branch to avoid the sharp protrusions. With the backwards momentum, Muramusa dug his claws into the bark and dropped his legs, swinging himself around the bottom of the branch and back up towards Tenshi. The girl, looking rather calm, playful, and not terribly serious, took a step backwards, and waving 'bye-bye', moving each consecutive finger forwards and back, before falling flat off the branch. Muramusa stopped his offense attack and landed crouched on the branch previously occupied by his opponent. Gingerly, he leaned forward to see where Tenshi had fallen, eventually to the point where his head was upside down. Tenshi, positioned in an upside-down crouch beneath the tree, repeated the same wave as before, but with a more 'hello' effect. She then formed a fist with her gloved hand, chakra rushing to her knuckles, and punched Muramusa square in the face. The demon, overwhelmed from the recent concussion, dropped to the ground and promptly passed out.

"Hmm, well that wasn't much of a challenge. Perhaps I should let him redeem himself later on in the story," Tenshi said thoughtfully, standing over the knocked-out form of Muramusa, "I can't believe I just K-Oed a demon, this one is going down in the record books."

Tenshi then turned on her heel and walked away.

My brain died.

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