Apprentice of Hidan
You were on the run yet again, however, this time you knew there was no running away from that creature. It was only going to prolong the inevitable.
Happy Mother's Day!
Here is part two of Lord Jashin's backstory, this will go in depth into his meeting with the God Tree and how he turned into what he is in the present. Do note this chapter should have been a very long chapter but I realize that it would be better if I divide this even further. Thus, Jashin's backstory will be a three-part back story.
Lately, things have been really busy over here for me. Do forgive me if the updates seem to be irregular, life is hectic right now and I am trying my best to sort the problems in my life to the best of my ability.
Do not fret though, I have a strong will that will aid me in powering through this storm. I will not go on a hiatus and will still update as frequently as I can. Unless of course my old laptop and phones fail on me yet again while I write this story.
Thank you all for your patience.
Before I forget, there will be elements of body deformation and horrific imagery in this chapter. Mainly due to the war that Jashin participates in. Moreover, as promised the meeting between Jashin and the Ten Tailed Beast/ God Tree would be short so as to not bore you readers to death.
If you cannot withstand this, please skip this chapter altogether.
I will treasure any and all reviews that come through this story so that I can improve on it. Nuff said.
Enjoy.
Summary:
"Now! Let's savor the utmost of suffering together!", never thought I would hear that in person but no thank you Hidan I would very much like to have my sanity intact. Apparently fate had other plans for this little ol' resident biologist. Or the story in which Hidan and Jashin adopt a bloody baby into their crazy mix of a family. Si-oc self insert with a darker theme.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and never will.
Note from author: If you see frequent updates on all the chapters it is because I am editing my work due to some mistakes that escaped me from proofreading and in some chapters due to recent reviews that can be added into my work which in this case is nothing just yet.
"Son of a mother loving truck!"-normal speech
'Well this is my life now...'-normal thoughts
'Who are you…'-Lord Jashin's thoughts/speech
Run for your life!-exaggerated emotions/actions/speech
"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you."
―Friedrich Nietzsche
The underbrush rustled.
Three adults and a young boy could be seen running in the forest in a posture that had both of their arms extended backwards. Often times proven in history, the adults that were more experienced would be leading the young ones to give them guidance to lead in the future. However, the young boy was the one leading the run by a huge margin and the adults were lagging behind, almost as if they were the ones dragging the boy down with their speeds. This did not dishearten the adults that had their universal roles of teachers to the youths taken from them, instead, they looked ahead at the young boy leading with pity and relief.
Pity because the group was heading to a battlefield to participate in a war and what the young boy was currently doing was essentially akin to committing suicide. This was because these three adults were war veterans that had joined this war for a very long time and they had knowledge that the first person to go forward and fight would always die without exception. They had seen it happen too many times to think otherwise.
Relief because they knew that they were not the ones to die first in this war. Yes it was selfish of them to think this way. Letting a young boy die first because they did not want to? That was blasphemy at its finest but what did they care. The three adults already had blood on their hands by committing the sin of killing and that was already punishable by going to hell. So what was one more sin going to do? It would not change the fact that they were already barred from heaven and if the sin gave more time for the adults to stay on earth than to go to their religious hell to suffer worse than what was on the battlefield? They would gladly commit it.
As the underbrush grew thinner and thinner and the surrounding forestry disappeared altogether, a dull sound could be heard coming from ahead. Though the sound was soft, it provided a feeling to the group that shook them to their very core. What feeling? They did not know yet but as they ran further ahead, the dull sound turned into a roar as in the horizon they could see their fellow kind fighting against the enemies. The sound that they had heard was the war cry of their fellow kind on the battlefield. Even when they were stuck fighting their respective enemies, injured or breathing their last, they still found it in themselves to give their energy to contribute to encouraging the spirit of their countrymen. The ones that were on death's door were the loudest, giving everything they had in that last war cry to ask the comrades that lived to persevere on, to not mourn their deaths but use it as encouragement to continue fighting. They now knew what that feeling was, it was excitement from the united war cry of well-over thousands of comrades.
The war veterans in the group thought it impossible to ever feel excitement again for going into the battlefield but here they were, the feeling coursing through their veins, pumping energy into their old and weary bodies. This was their thirteenth time fighting in the war and yet that feeling never truly goes away.
As they were reveling in their feelings, they failed to see the abrupt change in expression of the boy in front of them. His once expressionless face morphed into one of sick and twisted glee. His mouth that was before set in a thin line grew upwards at the edges to form a broad smile that reached his ears. This caused his eyes to turned into slits as the boy has never smiled before and this foreign action was not familiar to his facial muscles, causing his smile to look twisted and so very wrong. A smile is so universal that a new born knows it by heart and yet this boy could not even remember when he last smiled. If the adults had turned to look at the boy, they would have seen the devil smiling back at them and promptly lose their feelings of excitement for fear.
The boy touched his mouth and traced the smile. He was not accustomed to this action of smiling at all so he wanted to know what it felt and looked like. He knew he felt happiness from seeing the battlefield as it showed him that his repulsive kind were killing each other and when he traced his smile, he pictured in his head that it looked like an upside down crescent moon. He quite liked this feeling, even though he didn't know that he was smiling for all the wrong reasons.
Jashin smiled. He could get used to this.
The group got over their feelings and promptly rushed to aid their comrades in their battles except for Jashin who had other motives. He wasn't going to aid his own countrymen, why would he help the people that had tormented him in the past? Whether directly or indirectly, it didn't matter to Jashin. As long as they used to live in the village of the Land of Ancestors, they would be treated with extreme prejudice and hatred.
Jashin homed in on the nearest enemy he could find and the unfortunate victim was a middle-aged man that was currently locked in intense combat. He was matching blow for blow with his opponent and both of them were trying their damnedest to get the higher ground in their stalemate. He did not notice Jashin sneaking up behind him. That was his first and final mistake in tangoing with death.
A sharp pain rose in both of his knees and his legs collapsed underneath him. He controlled his instinctive urge to scream and swiftly turned around to face the culprit, only, he was met with the full force of a spinning kick. His neck snapped to the side and a scream almost escaped his lips if not for his strong will in suppressing the scream into a grunt at the last second. However, the culprit was adamant on hearing him scream as they used the momentum of the spinning kick to wrap their legs around his head and squeezed. His head felt like it was going to pop and yet he didn't give in, if he was going to die, he would die silent just to spite his culprit. That is until he felt a kunai going through the top of his head.
A high-pitched scream filled the air of the chaotic battlefield as the man screamed in pain from being unprofessionally lobotomized. He tried his best to get that monster off his head but try as he might, he couldn't pry off those accursed legs wrapped tightly around him. Not to mention, he was getting weaker from the intense pain from that giant headache he was having. To make matters worse, the monster knew just where to stab to make the pain amplify with each stab that they made. His screams hit an unbelievable high for the human body and this continued until blood spilled into his throat from his head, making him warble before he collapsed face down. His last thought was 'Is the monster even from the honorable ninjas of the Land of Ancestors?'.
The 'monster' that he thought of stood over his body before peals of laughter escaped from the 'monster''s lips. Oh what joy, what fun! The way the man futilely struggled underneath Jashin gave him immeasurable happiness as he felt what it was like to have control over someone else life. For the first time, he was the one to dish out the pain and not receive it. He would make sure this continues. Jashin thoughts wandered to that of the pitiful attempts of the man to quell his screams and Jashin couldn't help but burst out into another fit of rejuvenated laughter.
If Jashin paused to take stock of the situation of his surroundings on the battlefield, he would have noticed that his laughter was the only sound in the eerily silent warzone. The people from both factions were shocked by what he had done to that poor man. The Land of Ancestors were honorable ninjas that believed in a fair fight and the moment Jashin ambushed the Land of That ninjas, they froze in combat, wandering if that black child was really one of their own. The Land of That ninjas would have used the chance when the Land of Ancestors ninjas froze to kill them if not for the scream that filled the air after they froze. The Land of That ninjas were by no means honorable, they liked to play dirty and torture their victims on the battlefield before death so as to hear their delicious screams. However, the single scream that rose from their poor ally sent shivers down their spine and brought about an unearthly chill even in the middle of summer. It was filled with so much pain that the Land of That ninjas that were nearby that situation decided they no longer liked to hear the screams of their opponents. If they heard another scream they would be reminded of what occurred here and they could not afford that for fear of their sanity. They quickly turned over a new leaf.
The laughter that followed only added icing to the cake. Both sides thought that the laughter coming from the child did not suit his body, it would be better if the child turned into a demon right in front of their eyes. That way the current circumstance will at least make sense and they could band together to kill the common enemy.
Jashin stopped laughing as soon as he realized where he was. Much to his surprise, once he got into a battle ready stance, both factions of the war were still staring at him. He did not think too much into it and lunged for another opponent that was close to him, if they were going to be stunned then he would use that to his advantage.
This broke the reverie the ninjas were in and the war continued, this time, the Land of That kept their distance from Jashin and kept a close eye on him even if it might cost them their lives. They would rather die by the true Land of Ancestors ninjas then that red-eyed demon that was in cahoots with the Land of Ancestors. Already, Jashin had earned himself an infamous reputation in the hearts of the ninjas of the Land of That.
Since the Land of That ninjas were more on guard towards Jashin, he could not earn himself that many kills but he still relished each kill he got nonetheless. The second kill that he got was the man that he had lunged at. The man recovered from his reverie fast enough to block the first strike of Jashin's kunai that was meant to decapitate his head but that was just a distraction. Jashin never wanted to kill his opponents that quickly. He flipped his kunai to grasp the blade and use the ring at the end to hook the opponent's kunai from his grasp. The opponent was caught off guard by such a usage of the weapon that he did not bother to block the strike that came next due to his disbelief. Jashin's kunai stabbed into the man's loins. Before he could even scream, his jugular was next. Then his head. Then his loins again.
Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular. Loins. Head. Jugular.
Jashin continued this motion even after the light in the man's eyes went out.
Only after he was satisfied with the shower of blood he made then did he stopped. By that time, the man's face was unrecognizable and there was a bleeding void where there was once his loins. Truly, a death that had no dignity. All Jashin had to show for in this battle was the cut on his right palm that had grasped the blade end of the kunai, a stark contrast to the man that he had killed.
In this manner, he continued his killing spree.
Each kill more brutal than the last.
He only ever paused when he heard a loud, booming 'I am bored' but when he looked around for the source, there was no one that showed a sign of ever saying that.
He just casted it off as his imagination. Probably going stir crazy from having so little enemies to kill.
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Jashin's eyes twitched as the blood from the neck of his opponent flowed into his mouth. He was just relishing his bloody cocktail before the loud voice proclaiming their boredom for the umpteenth time ruined the mood. This was his fifth time coming onto the battlefield and he still could not find the source of the voice, he had visited a doctor in his camp to see if he was insane but unfortunately he was not. He swore today would be the day he catch the person saying that.
"Who keeps on saying I am bored!?"
Jashin's voice loudly carried across the battlefield. The sparse number of the Land of That ninjas that remained on the battlefield trembled violently. For you see, the four times Jashin had appeared on the battlefield, he had traumatized countless numbers of war veterans that thought they had seen all forms of brutality in this centuries long war and made them retire from combat. Every time he managed to lay his hands on a victim, that person would be begging for death by the end of their battle with Jashin. If it could even be called a battle. It was more of a one-sided slaughter.
That was not to say Jashin miraculously got stronger the moment he entered the battlefield. Many factors contributed to his unbeatable status on the battlefield. His most prominent, being underestimated by his opponents as though Jashin was seen beating many people several times his size, he still had the body of a child. Add several years of abuse and mistreatment that gave Jashin his frail-looking body and voila! There was no way anyone would think this weak-looking child could beat them. Until they were buried six-feet down under that is.
Another factor was the substantial amount of creativity a child like Jashin would have. Jashin combined his creativity in studying ninjutsu with his abnormal world view on humans as despicable filth that should be erased and you will get the perfect human killing machine that did not give a rat ass for what he was about to do to his own kind. More importantly, he was unrestrained by any supervisors or commanders to unleash hell onto the enemies of their village so there was no limit to what he could or could not do.
So it was to no surprise that not many ninjas of the Land of That chose to remain fighting anywhere near the God Tree. They did not want to meet the red-eyed devil that was unseen and untouched by the gods that he was residing under. Every moment they spent over there would test their faith of the God Tree and many ninjas were unwilling to do that as it was the only hope they could clung onto in this drawn out war.
Thus, the moment the few ninjas of the Land of That heard his question that was tinted with annoyance and anger, all of them kept mum. None dared to make a sound to affirm or answer his question, if they did, they would draw the ire of the red-eyed devil to themselves. When that happens, the unfortunate soul better make their peace as there was no getting out of a battle alive with the red-eyed devil. That just didn't happen in every battle that the red-eyed devil fought in.
Seeing the ninjas of the Land of That cowering before him just from a simple question filled Jashin with displeasure. Before, he would have felt proud with himself that he could induce such a reaction on these ninjas, but now, this fear that they had made them easy targets. Humans were weak, too weak. This fear was taking away all the fun and challenge of the battlefield.
Jashin spat on the ground and turned away from the battlefield. As there were no supervisors or commanders for Jashin, he was allowed to simply walk away from the battlefield. There was also the fact that no one wanted to stop him or confront him on this matter even if the people doing that were his allies, they had seen the things he had done and the underlying fear made them unable to approach him.
Jashin had to get away from the battlefield, it was too loud for him to think. He had to change this situation somehow, if this continued, not only would his skills become stagnant, he would also begin to run out of foes to do battle with. As he was thinking about this matter so deeply, he failed to notice that he had wandered off his usual path back to his campsite and went close to the God Tree.
"I am bored!"
The loud booming voice next to his ear broke Jashin out from his thoughts. He spun around on instinct and brandished his kunai while remaining on high-alert. His head swiveled left and right but he still could not find his foe. How was this possible? The person was obviously right next to him when he or she said that, there was no possible method to disappear that fast even in the art of ninjas. He looked around another time and took into account something that he had ignored before, the God Tree.
It was preposterous.
It was lunacy.
It was illogical.
And yet, it was the only thing that could have made sense currently.
The God Tree was sitting innocently in the crater that he had gone close to when he was lost to his thoughts. Jashin had doubts but he had never came close to here before and coincidentally the voice that always proclaimed their boredom, got louder when he approached the crater. He would have to investigate this tomorrow night, he had a feeling he was right. And if he was right, he would have to entertain the God Tree, after all its existence was linked to the gods and if he could gain its' favor, he could transcend his useless and weak human body and no longer associate himself with his own disgusting kind.
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The night after Jashin's meeting with the God Tree, Jashin went back to his campsite with a grin etched onto his face.
When Jashin at first approached the God Tree, he was afraid that an existence higher than the humans would have the same behavior and ideals as them based on the God Tree's first question. However, its awkward and honest answer afterwards to his probing question to its viewpoint on himself changed his mind. He viewed the God Tree in a different light after the question but he still could not completely trust it. Even though, the God Tree has proven itself to be innocent and curious, Jashin still placed on his mask. He had never been able to trust anyone before in his miserable life and he feared doing so would be unbearable for him so he lied. He lied while acting hopeful, starting a beautiful relationship on a lie.
As days passed to weeks and weeks went on to become months, Jashin found himself opening up towards the God Tree. He had spent his time daily on visiting the God Tree after his meeting and he didn't regret that decision one bit. Every day, he would be able to hold a casual conversation with the God Tree on things that humans find common but godly entities did not know of. This resulted in many antics and funny situations as Jashin tried to explain to the God Tree what some items were meant to be used for while the God Tree himself couldn't comprehend it. The God Tree was just a genuinely curious god and Jashin was happy to satiate that curiosity.
This was Jashin's first pleasant relationship so naturally, Jashin wanted to further it into something more than just acquaintances. However, he did not know how to do this. Jashin had hit a stump when it comes to relationships, he was wise but he had used his wisdom for battle tactics and mastering the ninja arts. So one night when he had entered the God Tree's domain and heard it say that it already considered them to be friends, he was elated. He was overjoyed. When the God Tree handed him some fruits to eat, in his euphoric state, he became more amiable and ate the fruits without a second thought.
On hindsight, he should have expected this.
Blue filled his vision as his body shook with large tremors. Jashin felt his body being invaded by something foreign, something powerful. This feeling gave way to intense pain as that something wrecked his nervous system and he felt the pain preceding his whole life experience in that familiar matter. Even still, Jashin refused to scream. Was this a gift from the God Tree or was this a farewell 'gift'? Jashin truly did not know but if it was the latter then he would not give the God Tree the pleasure of watching him scream in pain for its amusement. He now knew what it felt like to be the victim of his first kill. Ironic how the situation has changed for him. Karma truly has a cruel sense of humor.
The pain reached its peak as the blue lights that were blasting in his eyes let out a miniature supernova that temporarily blinded him. As he lost his sight, the pain went past the human pain threshold and his mind shut down, unable to bear it any longer.
He wondered before he lost consciousness, 'Was I going to die?'
There we have it the end of part two of Jashin's long backstory.
This will be a three part series as I wanted to publish this story during Mother's Day to wish all of you readers, Happy Mother's Day! And if you are a mother yourself, this is my little gift to you. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Next chapter will finally go into the supernatural realm and have you guys noticed how some situations between Jashin and Kuro are similar like being underestimated as a kid? Just pointing that out there.
Also as I have mentioned before, I do not know when I will update so please be patient with me.
I am such a selfish author.
After all, this was only chapter 11.