Greetings all! So, I've heard word back pertaining my little blurb from earlier today. For those of you who didn't check it out, it was about whether I should do an AU inside an AU kind of thing, which would end each time as a dream that Naruto has- or just little snippets of Naruto's and Kro's past together from when Naruto was a kid. I'm gonna leave which one I'm gonna do up in the air for a bit longer since it's only been a few hours, but I'm grateful towards those that replied near instantly all the same.
Anywho, I'm gonna stop talking now and get to updating :)
Chapter 21: Making A Move
There is a sensation that hits Kro that can be described as a 'warping' feeling. Almost like waking up lightheaded, but more akin to having a hangover. A hangover that, even with your entire body still, the room is moving and your head pulses with pain. The ghost of past injuries let themselves be known, such as the time he was impaled on that minotaur's horn. Carefully, he takes in and out a deep breath, making sure that he's still alive. As the feeling begins to fade, replaced by the familiar feeling of a bed, he can check his life being intact off his list. And now he can focus on what he had just finished reliving. Now he knows. Everything. His good life, his suffering, being betrayed and the promise he left for his beloved little brother. Alin. Can't go breaking that promise, that's for certain. He'll have to find a way back 'home' just to go through with it. But first he'll need a powerful small army to work with. He'll have to gather anyone and everyone he deems worthy swiftly.
He also now realizes what the Darkness and the Light were. The Darkness was partially his time in that cell and the fights he was forced to live through. However, he believes it to be mostly the aftermath of it all. Of the time he spent floating through the ocean in a comatose state, only his ability to not need to breathe keeping him from truly dying after falling into the ocean. He recalls dragging himself to a cave after floating and being carried along the currents for who knows how long. Good thing bodies float or he probably would have sunken to the bottom of the ocean. And then he had entered a comatose state in that cave. The rest of the Darkness came from reliving parts of that memory in his down and out state. The Light was his mind trying to remind him of the good- of his parents particularly it would seem- and ultimately reteaching him basic things he had forgotten. In essence, the Dark and the Light were his memories and their influence on him.
When the world stops teetering and tottering, swirling as though in a blender that's only just started to slow down, he finally deems himself able to open up his eyes and say 'hello world'. Unfortunately, sight is the only sense that is working right now. He is greeted by a plain ceiling, one that is familiar however in its plainness. His golden eyes slowly, carefully, observe all that he has to in order to fully put together where exactly he is. He receives an answer swiftly. The hotel room that Itachi and he were renting at the time of the werewolf attack. Which means one of two things. One, Itachi is dead and someone from the Akatsuki- probably Zetsu since he has a knack for knowing where everyone is at all times- drug him back here for his safety and so he could heal. Or two, Itachi kicked wolf-man ass and drug him here to wait for him to wake up. The no longer amnesiac of a vampire decides to go with theory number two- it's more profitable to him. The next of his senses to finally come back is the sense of touch. He can feel his body is a bit sore, which is odd but not unexpected considering the circumstances. He's certain that with a good drink he'll be able to flush out the toxin and rid himself of the throbbing, dull, pain. And if it was dull and throbbing, then for normal people the pain would be torturous.
But on the subject of the shit that killed his dad...Is it stronger now? Or did his immunity get weaker? He doubts the second possibility, but it still is one and therefore must be confronted. Question is, how the hell does he do that? A question for another time as now the senses smell and hearing. And with these he finds the ability to fully answer his question of whether or not Itachi is alive. He can hear breathing sounding off next to his bed, and the owner of said breathing smells like his counterpart. The breathing coming from Itachi's silent form only further leads him to believe that the young adult to be sleeping. "Oi. Itachi," he calls, his throat raw and dry. Whether it was from screaming or just a lack of anything such as talking, he doesn't know. When there is no answer, he scowls, "Itachi," still silence, "Itachi!" The man must be exhausted to not awaken upon hearing his master's voice.
However, it is this last emphasized call of his name that brings the Uchiha to the world of the awakened. His black gaze shoots to the golden one that hasn't been open in what feels like has been forever. Then again, a month and a half of the all powerful man being out would of course seem like eternity. Itachi had finished is battle fairly swiftly, though it was difficult not to get slammed into the ground as his opponent preferred that as a plan of attack. Needless to say, a properly placed earth jutsu and swift slit of the wolf's throat brought the battle to an end. However by the time that came along, he could practically sense Kro's suffering. He tracked it down, going by his line of flight and then the amount of destruction. The closer he got, the more tense he felt as though he was about to come upon something devastating. Luckily, he had only found three dead werewolves and a downed Kro. He was surprised to find him down and out, but he had faith that he would waken within a few moments. When he didn't, he figured that he may have been poisoned by something rather strong and that it would take some time for him to come to. So he picked up his friend's body and drug the larger frame to their current base of operations- AKA, the very hotel room they're in now. He didn't wake up two days later, and that's when he began to worry. He spent most of his time at his master's side- for that's what he was in the end, whether they mentioned it much to one another or not- only leaving to eat and drink, as well as use the bathroom as needed. He had thought on many occasions to give him his blood. However Kro made it a rule early on that unless Kro was near death or in dire need, Itachi was/is not to give him any of his life liquid.
And even though Kro had yet to wake up after three weeks, Itachi had still deemed him capable of pulling through. So instead he stole himself some donated blood from a near by hospital. In the room's fridge, the blood has been lying in wait to be consumed. Yes, it was cold, but Itachi could warm it up with some highly refined chakra control if need be. He didn't sleep much through out the whole ordeal, wanting to be awake when his master came to. Eventually he passed out, having met his limits and then exceeded them, leaving him to sit in a chair at Kro's bedside and hope that he is alert enough to greet him. When next he wakes, it's to the very man's voice he's been hoping to hear for the past month and a half. "Kro," he greets and stands, relief written on his face, "How are you feeling?"
Kro gives his fellow man a bland glare before grunting, "Like shit. Got anything good to drink?" He watches as Itachi stands and from the room's fridge removes a number of blood packets obviously from a hospital. He watches with keen eyes as the Uchiha carefully uses fire chakra to warm the liquid, pleasing Kro immensely. Untilling to wait for or ask for Itachi's help, he shuffles himself into a sitting position and leans back into his spot. He swiftly rips into the bag, the rest on his lap, and drinks with heavy gulps. Upon finishing his third bag he finally asks, "How long have I been out?"
The other man easily answers, "About a month and a half. What happened?"
Kro sighs as he downs the fifth packet swiftly, moving even faster onto the seventh. He's fucking famished. "Silver Toxin," he announces as though the Uchiha would know what that is. "It's something from my home land specially designed to harm me if not kill me in high doses".
"...I'm assuming you remember your past then," the other prompts. It's the only answer as to how he knows this new information.
"Yes," and without barring information, he tells Itachi's story. Of his real name- Vasile Fane- the former King of Nastafiles, a continent far beyond the horizon from this one. He was once thought of as a hero of a forty seven year long war caused by the opposition of vampire- or No Souls as they call it back 'home'- during which he became known as the Plâns Secerător, or Weeping Reaper, given the fact that although he was incredibly strong he had a gentle heart. One, Kro pointed out to the side, that reminded him of Itachi's to an extent...Or worse, seeing as Itachi doesn't cry over the people he kills nor does he have nightmares about the strangers he's killed. In other words, Kro's past self and Itachi are very similar in their hatred for violence. Upon the end of the war, during which his father was killed by a primitive version of silver toxin- and during which his brother was born-, he was crowned and brought peace to the lands. He went and found himself a woman he loved, though it turned out she actually loved his brother Alin and tricked him into taking his first official dose of silver toxin. That in turn lead to lots of beatings, his fall as King and crowning of his violent brother Alin- whom Kro isn't too different from in terms of love for bloodshed- who then forced Kro to fight for his life in gladiatorial fights. Again he was given a moniker of Rege Sange or Blood King by his last victim- it apparently has been as thus ever since he left. There, he snapped upon seeing a male look alike of the woman that betrayed him- and birthed twins that she lied about being his- when he thought he was living the good life. After slaughtering all his enemies, he promised Alin that he would return with a vengeance, and then stumbled his way out and fell into the ocean.
That was the fast version of it all.
"So then," Itachi prompts after a moment of silence, "What do you plan to do now?"
Having downed exactly twenty five bags of blood warmed by Itachi's highly skilled chakra control, Kro feels much better. As though he hadn't been taken down and out for a month and a half. And now that he's had that drink...Well he certainly feels more confident. Maybe the silver toxin had taken him down so easily due to his lack of eating? It seemed to work best in the past in that condition as well. It's just a guess but no matter. With a pause, Kro sighs, "Well...I still have Akatsuki members to kill. However I plan to...Claim them so to speak. Turn them into my men, part of my elite army. Gotta go kill my brother eventually after all. Who the fuck knows how long it's been since I made that promise?" All he really knows is that he's at least six hundred years old, having already been three hundred when the war occurred. "You'll be my right hand in it, of course. And Naruto will be part of it too".
"Naruto-kun will be?" Itachi raises a brow, "You're certain he'll do that for you?"
"That kid will do anything for me," Kro smirks. This he firmly believes, "We'll gather up Sasuke too. By the time it's time for us to give our next report to the Hermit, it'll have been three years since I joined the Akatsuki. I think that's plenty of time to start my attack don't you think?"
Itachi's eyes widen minutely, "You want Sasuke as well?"
"You bet your ass I do," Kro nods, "Which means you'll have to straighten out the misunderstanding between you and he. Got it?"
There is a long moment's hesitation before Itachi nods and sighs, "That is your wish," he relents after a moment. After all, he did want to make nice with Sasuke. Really he did. However he did not plan on having to do so for the sake of a war. This notion turns his lips from a straight line into a frown. That's the last thing he wants for his dearest baby brother. To be introduced to something so violent that could potentially take his brother- his only surviving family as far as he's concerned as 'Madara' or whomever he is doesn't count- from him. With this in mind, Itachi requests, "...Does Sasuke really have to join in on the war? I would prefer it if he did not".
Kro tilts his head and makes to stand, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed and touching the ground with ease. The popping of his joints as he pulls himself to his feet brings pleasure to him in a small way. With a full stomach and his body fully flushing the silver toxin from his system in full, he cracks his neck to finalize being up and about. "No," he relents for his friend, "The choice is ultimately his". However, unknown to Itachi- as it forever will be- is the fact that he's hypnotized the boy into yearning for Kro intensely. He predicts that the time spent away from him has probably made Sasuke a bit more fixated on him than he used to be. Plus his hormones should have kicked in, so that would add to it. So, when he does go back to Konoha- after killing the Akatsuki and claiming those he wants- and meets up with Naruto, Sasuke may be more than willing to do the vampire's bidding to please him. Wouldn't that be nice? The mastermind at subjugating unaware servants does not regret not being able to tell Itachi about this fact. Because in the end, Itachi is the same. He is not honestly Kro's friend by choice, though he thinks he is his mind having been carefully warped to believe that he chose to trust Kro on his own. In the end, the choice has been made for the younger Uchiha already. "I'm gonna go meet some people while we have some free time between now and our next mission. You did report to Pein, correct?"
Itachi nods as he walks out of the room right on the kyuketsuki's heels, not bothering to ask where they're going for the time being. After all, he'll tell him soon enough of their destination. "I did. We have a few months until our next meeting- we are to go there in person this this time at the base in Ta no Kuni". He tosses a small wad of yen onto the clerk's desk before they complain that they haven't paid their tab, leaving the place without another word.
"And what about the Madara wanna be?" Kro insists as he leads the way into the trees, his legs springing him forth with ease. He is pleased to find no sort of fatigue in his body now that he's had a nice big feast. His eyes remain forward, not bothering to look at Itachi as the Uchiha adult leaps at his side with little issue. Their black and red cloaks flutter in the wind created by their travels.
"He hasn't said anything specifically to me," he admits, I haven't seen him nor Zetsu since the last meeting. They are probably getting ready to go for Naruto-kun though. After all, it's just him, the Hachibi and Ichibi that are left for us to collect. Since Naruto-kun still has no control over the Kyuubi, other than the Ichibi he's the easiest target, though the Ichibi still may be targeted first simply due to power out put regardless of control".
Kro raises a brow, "So we've got some time before they make their move then. Pein'll probably send someone after the Ichibi at the next meeting. Knowing how the world likes to fuck with Naruto, Konoha'll probably hear about the attack and come to save the day- thus alerting Naruto somehow of it all who in turn will charge in for the red haired brat". Then again, he's heard rumors that Naruto has been traveling with Jiraiya for the past two- going on three- years. As opposed to them having only been together to get the new Hokage back in the day. And that would explain why Jiraiya has been sending only clones their way for information. Still, Kro does not know all too well the bond Naruto made with Gaara upon beating the shit out of him during the invasion, but apparently that's what happened. Only Naruto would manage to make nice with someone that was trying to kill him seconds prior. Damn charismatic son of a bitch.
"Which would be the perfect bait for the Akatsuki to take him out, being with a small amount of back up and no knowledge of what would come to pass," Itachi intones. Of course, Kro and he wouldn't allow that to happen.
"Exactly," Kro confirms, sharing the same thought. Back to the matter at hand; building an army for his own future plans. Who would have guessed that he already has the first makings of said army, made before he had even been given the mission to infiltrate the Akatsuki. "Anyways, we're going to go meet two of my allies," he rolls his eyes at Itachi's look of 'you have those?' Yes he has those. Having people in your debt and demanding their loyalty as payment is a perfect way to gain them.
The only way Kro knew how to find the people he was looking for was through following rumors. Romors of a man with a massive sword traveling with a teenage boy commonly mistaken for a girl. It took an impressive amount of time and effort to do this however as Zabuza was not an Anbu level former Kiri Shinobi for nothing. He was a master at being and remaining nondescript despite the massive blade on his back and his oddly beautiful male apprentice at his side. But fortunately or unfortunately- depending on how you look at it- those looking for Zabuza and Haku are not ordinary either. When two exceedingly handsome men are searching for someone- or someones- and they know that they can use their looks to their advantage, the key people to ask are the women.
Married or not, young or old, women love to be flattered. Especially by an attractive man. They like to know that- if they're older or married- that they have not lost their luster. Those younger or single love to know that they have potential seen by someone- or someones- so attractive. And when said attractive man or men tell them what they want to hear, they tend to return the favor to the best of their ability. And, given that most women adore gossiping, the amount of information is normally large even if rather repeated.
It helps exponentially when the ones asking for information are Anbu-level (above it really) and can fall into just about any persona required- if one is required.
However, the downside to getting any and all information you can is that commonly most of it is just gossip- warped versions of the truth. Weeding out what is true and false by this point tends to be nothing short of an extremely tedious chore. That's where the men come in. unlike women, unless secually oriented towards other men- in other words gay- no man of the right mind would take well to being flattered by another man. And seeing as neither Kro nor Itachi felt the need- or rather desire- to Henge into a woman each time and seduce them all, they turned to more simplistic methods. Just asking from one man to another normally does the trick. Most civilians don't bother to try and keep secrets from Shinobi- criminals or otherwise. After all, giving the information the easy way almost always allow the civilian to be left alone from that point forward. Worst case scenario, the askers come back for more or to confirm if the info seems off. And yet there are those that who heartedly believe that they can make a profit off of what they have. When it comes to Shinobi affiliated with a Village, commonly they are willing to pay the stated fee from the wanna-be broker. Sometimes not so much when it comes to the criminals known as Nuke Ninja- Shinobi who have betrayed their village in favor of doing what they please and how they please to. Nuke Nin are criminals- run aways or out casts from their homes- for a reason. With them, when a price is put onto something such as information, they take it rather than paying the fee. And taking it comes in two forms: Intimidation and Torture. Commonly the latter comes after the former, but the order is interchangable and both tend to be hand-in-hand.
Over all, when it comes to getting knowledge there is always a gamble- regardless of whether it's major or minor and regardless of who is asked. Luckily for Kro and Itachi, both are very good at gambling.
The result of their searching does not come to them until a few weeks after Kro's three year anniversary as being an Akatsuki member. All over had they traveled in their hopes of finding the two they've been looking for. Where they end up finding the other duo is in Kaze no Kuni- The Land of Wind.
"Zabuza-sama, we will be leaving when the storm dies. Correct?" The gentle but obviously masculine voice of a teen rings from the cave in which they seek shelter. Outside a raging sandstorm screams and wails, taking away the vision of travelers and threatening to force its namesake into their lungs. Neither of them are experienced in reading the weather signs of such an attack by mother nature herself. However they had been lucky enough to be warned ahead of time by a kind older woman. They hadn't stayed in the town where the woman was due to Zabuza wanting to cover more ground before the storm hit. They were lucky to have found the cave just in time for the winds to truly show their wrath.
"That's right. We're headed for a town called 'Natsu'. We'll stay there a few weeks before moving on". The gravelly voice that answers belongs to a full grown man- safely assumed to be the legendary Momochi Zabuza himself. "Haku, is the food almost ready? I'm starving," as though to support him, his stomach growls a long and loud sound; it could have been mistaken for an animal if it weren't for the fact that they are the only ones in there.
Or that's how it was just as the storm hit.
"What a coincidence. So are we," this voice belongs to neither Zabuza nor Haku. Compared to either of theirs, this one is far too smooth and seems to carry a weight to it that the others' don't. The former Kiri Anbu and the apprentice both whip around and onto their feet to see two figures standing in the mouth of the cave. Which makes no sense because they weren't there before and the worst o the storm is still going. Instantly the first duo is on guard as they take in the appearances of the other one as best they can. Not only is their light limited due to being in a cave- despite fire on their other sides- but also thanks to the blotted out sun making them into silhouettes. They cannot see anything such as hair or eye color, nor their facial features. What they can see is that one is much taller than the other, both seem to have masculine builds and lastly- which is only revealed by the fire's light- they wear matching black cloaks made of black cloth spotted by red, white rimmed, clouds.
Zabuza slowly raises his hand to his Executioner's Bade on his back. His dark eyes watch the unknown new comers exceptionally carefully, even on higher alert than seconds before due to the garb they wear. Normally he wouldn't be intimidated by what someone dons, but even the great Zabuza knows well his limits. And he wouldn't test them against these two. Members of the Akatsuki are said to be the strongest of the strong. Everyone who is a member of the mercenary Shinobi group is at weakest A-class. No one knows much- just that they've begun to monopolize missions all over the continent by keeping their prices down and getting the job done in record time.
"What do you want?" but even though he doesn't want to fight them doesn't mean that he's going to roll over and show them his belly. "How did you get here?"
"We're hungry too. And we walked here," is the smartass remark back.
Before anything else can be said, the shorter one speaks up. His voice too is smooth as fine wine, however it does not carry the same weight as the taller man's, "Are you done playing? You said you only wanted to spook them. Not press his patience".
The first grunts and steps forward, "It doesn't matter either way. It's pointless when the saved doesn't remember his savior". The two deadly approach the others, not bothered by the tension created while at last their faces are seen. Zabuza recognizes them for both for different reasons. One of the surprise visitors, the smaller one, is none other than the famed prodigy who went and killed his entire clan (unknown to most of the population of the continent, this does count his baby brother), Uchiha Itachi. The other one Zabuza has more than just heard of, but has also spoken to. This man is none other than the all powerful, SS-class, Shishaue Kro- better known as Kyuketsuki Kro.
Zabuza remembers now! This man, Kro, was the one to give Zabuza and Haku second chances at life! It was in exchange for his utmost loyalty, to which he readily agreed to giving. Next thing he knew, he was passing out from his wounds after drinking- and watching Haku drink- his blood. When he came to, he was in a cave in Ta no Kuni right as rain. He had half the minnd to keep calling it a dream up until now, "You".
"me". Kro replies as he carelessly sits in front of the fire, "Now you remember me".
"Zabuza-sama, who are these men?" Haku at last interjects, only carefully doing so once his beloved father figure does. He looks from the blonde stranger to the black haired one who silently sits on the blonde's right side. Yes, he realizes who they are- where they come from and who they're affiliated with- he's not stupid after all. But what he meas is how does he know Kyuketsuki? Did they meet before Zabuza took Haku in?
The master swordsman looks to the boy-turned-man that he has come to realize he loves like a father would his son. "Do you remember me telling you about a strange dream where this man saved both our hides?" The nod is swift, not surprising him. What doesn't the kid remember? "It wasn't a dream. In exchange for my loyalty and in turn yours as well, Kro healed us and took us to a safe place. It was a deal with the devil," Zabuza now turns his attention to 'devil', "Guess it's time to start making payments, huh?" Kro's eyes narrowing is all the answer he needs. He realizes he should have better prepared himself for this mentally. But then again all this time he thought it was some fucked up dream, so how could he have? "I just have one question: Why is the Uchiha here?" That's a lie; he has more than one. But it just so happens that this one is the most important one.
"Ask all the questions you like. I'll answer the ones I feel like answering," Kro returns, ignoring the bland look he receives, "Itachi is here because he is my friend and right hand man. He and the Brat are the only two people I trust". Simply put, where Kro goes Itachi goes.
Zabuza pauses before taking the invitation, "And what of the Brat? That Naruto kid? You said he's one of the only people you trust, but he's not here. Why are you part of the Akatsuki now? What are you going to have Haku and I do?"
Haku and Itachi sit silently as the other two converse with little to no stop between turns to speak. Kro raises a brow at the on-point inquiries that seem to be ordered in most to least important. "Naruto is currently off training with Sannin no Jiraiya so that he can advance in his skills without me there holding his hand. He will take part in my plans when the time comes. I've joined the Akatsuki upon the Hokage's orders. My mission is to infiltrate the organization and give as much information to Konoha as is possible. However, my personal goal is to kill everyone those whom wish to oppose me".
Now this confuses Haku. Why is he killing off the Akatsuki? To him, they're doing nothing wrong. They do take missions for cheaper than the Villages do and therefore make it harder to run them. And they do not always use the kindest methods in order to complete the mission. But that means not that they are bad people, right? Villages are corrupt places after all, Kirigakure being a prime example of this. He would be surprised to find any sort of Village untainted by the evil in at least one person's heart- because that's all it takes to warp the minds of everyone else. Again, like Kirigakure and the purging of Kekkei Genkai- the whole reason he was made homeless and is now at Zabuza-sama's side. "What is the purpose of killing them?" Is he even that powerful?
Itachi answer this question as Kro ignores the boy in favor of answering Zabuza at the moment, "The Akatsuki have a far darker goal in mind that needs to be stopped before it's begun. While we don't plan on taking them down just because of that, it's as good a reason as any. Succeeding in meeting their goal would disrupt any and all balance within the world".
In the mean time, Kro lazily leans back to lay against his forearms, legs stretching out to just barely not touch the fire, keeping his sandals intact. "You and Haku are going to help me kill them off, first off. Itachi and I can only kill so many within the time limit I've set for myself- which I refuse to exceed. Together you should be able to handle them if you've been training like you should have been".
Zabuza's eyes widen, surprise written all over his face despite the bandages around his mouth. "You're kidding me".
"Nope," Kro shakes his head, "You're going to kill an Akatsuki duo if it's the last thing you do. Don't worry; I'll give you weak targets. You're to kill Hidan and Kakuzu- the 'immortals' of the Akatsuki".
Again Zabuza finds himself at a loss. How does one kill someone who is immortal? He shifts, taking the Kubikiri Hochou off his back at last and laying it to his side. "I assume you have information on them for me. Not even someone like you would waste a good subordinate all for the sake of slaughtering two people. What're your plans after you kill them anyways? Are we killing all of them?"
"Can you not negotiate with them?" Haku pursues, hopeful in this question as he really would rather not have to kill yet another person. He will for the sake of his father figure in the end, but if he can avoid it he will.
Kro turns to look at the young man, then shares a glance with Itachi- the other man's gaze stating that he understands the boy's feelings as he too detests violence- and then looks back to Zabuza with a bluntly risen brow. The look he gets back says clearly 'Yea, I still can't train that out of him'. To answer the kid, he glances his way casually and shakes his head. "There is no point in negotiation. It's useless against those who are looking to force an entire continent into a false world of nation wide peace. Besides, I'll 'negotiate' with those that I find I want by my side for my own future plans".
"Then you're making your own small army," Zabuza mentions. "Why?"
"Why, to kill my little brother of course," the smile that he gives Zabuza is not gentle nor anywhere near kind. Instead, his mind flashes with the recently recovered memory of his once lost past. That man's face as he laughed when he was beaten and cried for blood so that the sensation of starvation would go away even a little. He cared not if drinking meant more silver toxin in his system, a harder time in the arena. As long as the starvation went away, he would do anything. Alin's giggling at his spineless pleading enrages Kro even now. No longer is he Vasile Fane, the Plans Secerator but instead the mighty Rege Sange in all his glory. A God compared to his former self. He swore revenge to Alin, yearning for his blood even when he was weakening with each moment upon his escape. And if there's one thing Kro has always been- even before his 'rebirth' as he likes to call it- is a man of his word. He vowed to stop the war and lead a peaceful rule, and he did. He vowed to protect his brother, and he did. He swore to live through the torture of a broken heart and the pain of silver toxin, and he did. Now all that's left is for him to up hold his word of coming back to Nastafiles and showing his brother just what happens when you warp the mind of someone so kind.