Hello everybody!

Sorry about the kinda late update, was out with some friends. One of which was a friend I have not seen in person for a while since she lives in New York. (Come back and stay with us forever! *tears*)

Its very sad to have a friend that lives across the country, very hard to keep in touch too.

Anyways, I tried a new style today and if you get lost in the writing I am terribly sorry.

I give to you, chapta 21!

"You tried to control me."

"Stop."

"You tried to hide me."

"It was for the good of everyone."

"Haven't you learned anything? I can not be contained."

"I'm stronger than you."

"Imbecile. You aren't even half as strong as you used to be. All the words that the people in the village said, they are lies. Such pitiful thoughts, that I could be trained, like an animal. You need me."

"Get out of my head!"

"I can't, I'm a part of you. Forever."

Remnants of rock, gravel, and dust scatter in the air, staining the fresh air of the cliffside. My unruly rage takes another boulder as its victim, smashing it with one of the hideously extensive bone dry wings that have been gifted to me. The devilish aura around my form just brings destruction. Destruction. Even more destruction. There needs to be more. Anything to affect this burning hell fire inside of me, but it will never extinguish. "Hah…hah...Someone...help me..." My conscious mutters on as my sanity begins to rip apart.

"Stop fighting me. You want to give in, I can feel it."

How long has it been since I came here? I lost track after five. My clothes are ripped, the fishnet dressed over my back has several holes torn for the abnormal growth of my body. Bones as sharp as the finest swords jut out of my elbows, ready to pierce anything that escaped my vicious claws. Hair and skin turned gray, and the outline of the black cross across the bridge of my nose is just faintly in my line of vision. What a monster I have become. "But after all this, what good would giving up do me? You are no-" Far away, twenty yards away. Something coming, slowly, with weapons."Damn it. I don't have time for that now." With my precision concentrated tenfold, my hands launch a kunai from my arsenal, aiming for the approaching threat's heart. It is caught. Subject picked up speed, faster. Five yards in front of me.

"Isn't this a surprise." A male, chakra levels are strong. "So this is what Orochimaru was planning to do with you."

"Sasuke, leave. I'm not in the mood to deal with you." I grumble without even looking at him.

The air changes, a sword is drawn and ready. "I am not here on friendly terms. If I wanted to fight you, then I had to find you." High pitched shrieks accompany the blinding sparks running up his katana. "Fighting you this way might be even better." Knowing that I wouldn't oblige to his request, his steps quicken and within a split second, Sasuke's blade thrusts toward my back.

It lodges between my wings, stuck. Excited, the monster inside me savors the chakra infused blade, growing stronger and stronger, and willingly takes more, tapping into his own chakra reserves. The humanity of this body is only held by a string. I resist sucking anymore chakra and toss Sasuke away, pushing him back to a nearby boulder. That...No, if this continues I might take all of his chakra. "Just...go away. I'm not myself." Steadily, I inch over the cliff's edge and peer below. A creek. I could try and get away… "Sasuke, you don't want to do this."

He takes my warning with a grain of salt and grins slightly. "Hm, Orochimaru really did go the extra mile for you, didn't he? Too bad he is no longer here to admire his work." Sword once again charged with an attack, strike my front. Out of defensive instinct, my wings curl around and encase me like a shell, catching the blade centimeters in front of my face. "How does it feel to have power? Nothing compared to what those Konoha fools could give. I bet they tried to suppress your Seal like they did with me." I finally look him in the eyes, Sharingan is activated.

There's no stopping him, is there? A single clawed nail runs over the protruding segment, bringing a screech that anyone, but me at the moment, would find horrifying."Why do you want to do this so badly? Why me out of all people, I thought you were only after Itachi."

"If I can win against you, I can surely get my revenge against Itachi."

Why does he have to be so stubborn? Barely connecting with my moral self, the monster's intuitions start to take over. "I'll end up killing you," I say with a slight smile.

"If you can." With a push, the traction of my boots gives out. My body is sent over the edge of the cliff and I am no longer in control of my actions, everything is black.

"Why not kill him?"

"Not you again, just leave me alone!"

"You know how powerful he can be, all because he accepted his fate. Why don't you?"

"I don't need it."

"Oh but you do, you lost everything, your family, friends, strength. Remember the lake? How free and liberated, you were, don't you wish for that again? I can give that to you."

"I don't want that."

"Come now child. Let us end this war, just accept this new gift of yours. Stop denying your fate. Never accept this, and you will never use Hanketsu. You will never see Itachi. You will never live."

"Shut up! If I give in, I will just become a monster like you. I won't...I won't!"

"But if I am a monster, then you already are. After all, I am a part of you. Let me show you, what you can do."

My vision turns into a glimpse of my body in monster autopilot mode. Blow for blow, my own sword meets Sasuke's. Stuck in a parry, the unfamiliar aura throws him back to the cliff side, leaving a crater from the impact. Dry blood caked onto his lips, bloody cuts and scratches scattered on his body, most prominently on his abdomen where crimson leaks on to the off-white zip up shirt. "This is the Mizuki Murakami I was looking for! Did you finally accept yourself?"

My own body has a few scratches, not too many compared to my opponent. Like a puppet being controlled, my hands weave signs that I feel I have long forgotten. "Solar wind style: Lightening Tornado Jutsu!" From each palm, two vortexes of lightning twirl into one, accelerating faster and bigger than I have ever seen. Sasuke barely escapes the threat, but no time for breaks, my wings flutter, pushing me up to his level for another attempt at bloodshed. He attempts a Chidori to my rib cage, but claws wrap around his throat. Just a little squeeze, the sharp talons would dig into his pale skin, piercing through his red flesh and veins until it reached the bone, or until all that was left was a head. I felt it. That's what it wanted to do. On a simple order of "yes", I would sell my soul. No...Please no!

Two voices at once. "What are you waiting for? Finish it!"

"See? You are capable of so many things if you just accept yourself."

"This is not me! I am not as low as you." There is no way out of this. While the world is on the threat of a war, I am too busy fighting my own against myself. If I kill him, I'll just stay in this monstrous stage, and never will be able to go back to normal. I'll have to eventually give in... "If you want me so badly, I'll make a deal with you."

"And what would that be?"

"In the future, I feel there might be a fight where I will have to give my all in. A time when everything is on the line. I'll let you take over then, take my chakra, take my sanity, take all of me if you wish. Just...just let me be until then."

"Why should I wait, when you could break any moment now?"

"What difference does it make? Take me now, take me later, your objective is completed no matter when you take me. I...I have unfinished business that I want to tend to before I lose it."

Out of the black, as if it were a curtain, it reveals itself. It was indeed me, almost a complete mirror image. Almost. My hands were bright red, dripping with blood that wasn't mine, and held such eviscerated guts and gore anyone would have revolted. Splat, Splat it went as the figure approached me in the dull spotlight. Instead of my normal Anbu mask, there are wider eye cut outs, a crooked smile, and blood stains painted on as if it were art. "I look forward to the day when you can look like me."

A deep breath, and I feel the Curse Mark recede its powers, inch by inch giving me back my rightful control. Never in my years as a ninja have I killed anyone without reason. And I do not want to break that streak now. My hand quivers, but I am able to drop down to ground level and release the choke hold I unwillingly had. "I'm not killing you, I have no reason to." After every black splatter tucks its way into its root, my chakra levels are depleted. Reluctantly, I tap into the first stage of Hanketsu, ignoring the dull pain and letting the controlled power seep into me. Bringing some chakra to my hands, I wade over the seeping cut on Sasuke's body with a greenish aura. A few moments of silence and I step back a distance."You wanted a fight? Then let's go. Properly."

Ta-da! Hope I didn't lose you in that big mess

Okay first of all, for a heads up: the end is near. (I forgot where that is from...) Depending on my schedule there will only be a couple chapters left, but Pokemon Go has become my guilty pleasure so who knows how that will go.

Also, I just realized this series as a whole has over thirty chapters (I think) and still has no cover art. That being said I will attempt to use my very minimal, to the point of non-existent, artistic skills to create something. Hopefully, I won't OCD myself to death when making it.

Okay, that's I have for you today and I will see you in the next chapter!

BYEBYE!~Grai