Author's Note: I know, it's stupid to have an author's note in the beginning of the fic, but bare with me here.
Now, the message I want to get across are two things, the second being at the end of the fic. Now, I want you to keep in mind that this fiction is just that. Fiction. Keep that in mind. Got that in your mind while you're reading this piece of literature? Alright, now I also want to say that this story is also a way for me to flesh out my theories about the Rinnegan. Keep that in mind as well.
Thank you.
I saw light open from the top of my line of vision, my head hanging low because of the state I was currently in. I didn't know who had been sacrificed to resurrect me, but whomsoever did it had my temporary gratitude. Temporary, because the very thought of someone being used to resurrect me just because they wanted power was horrifying to a certain extent.
But that was not necessary to think of. Whoever was sacrificed, let's just say that I was grateful for him or her. And that that sacrifice would not be in vain. I would live life to the fullest with my new found immortality.
Or so I hope. The word of Truth would carry heavy weight, seeing as it doesn't lie and all that, but who's to he would be able to do anything? I hoped that my belief in Truth's omnipotence was real. If it wasn't I'd be stuck being a mindless drone. Oh well, might as well just enjoy the last few minutes being alive now.
Now in what time had I been resurrected? There could be any number of possibilities, really, because there was the possibility of time dilation or time stagnation. Most likely it's the time dilation, since I knew of only two uses of the Summoning, Impure World Resurrection. I did hope that Kabuto-
Wait...
I had killed Kabuto and sealed him into a scroll. So who had resurrected me? Could it be some weird stalker of Orochimaru's that had been butt-fucked into servitude by him? Because it'd be a real pain in the ass if Orochimaru had been summoning the various Impure World Resurrection zombies, since if it really were him the storyline would be entirely different of the one I knew of. Sasuke was supposed to absorb Orochimaru, thus making Itachi seal away Orochimaru and removing Sasuke's Cursed Seal in proxy. But that would in turn make sure that no one would resurrect me, or anyone for that matter.
So who could it possibly be?
Once the crack that revealed the light widened I saw the magnificent sun. Finally. It felt as if an eternity had passed while I was waiting for that space to widen some. It was probably a moment to build extreme suspense. But the opening of the beige coloured coffin I was in would be inevitable anyway, and I could not really control it anyway, so why not just roll with the flow for now? It was fun to watch them be hanging in suspense, only to see that it'd be sweet little me.
Wait...
I was immortal, thus my problem with taijutsu was nullified, unless whoever summoned me decided to dispel me. That would be detrimental, so I'd have to kill the summoner quickly before he or she could do that. I'd have to be quick about it, though. If the one who resurrected me would know – which was quite likely, actually – then I'd be definitely screwed. Or so I thought. There was the possibility that if he or she disabled me then there was also the possibility that he or she had to deactivate all the resurrected. It would explain why Kabuto didn't just make Itachi, when he broke free from the Impure World Resurrection.
Anyway, so the door finally landed heavily on the ground, giving a loud resounding boom of the heavy wooden door to the coffin hitting the dirt and gravel underneath the ground of which the coffin was on.
I saw hundreds, if not thousands, of shinobi and kunoichi, all lined up with vests on their torsos, weapons at the ready at a moment's notice, giant shuriken ready to be thrown, kunai at the ready to slash and thrash.
But the weapons and the amount of available shinobi and kunoichi wasn't what was having me worried.
It was my opponents.
Now I wasn't about to count the active shinobi or kunoichi as my enemies, no. It was the other Impurely Resurrected opponents that had be gotten worried.
Zabuza and Haku were there. That meant that the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist were there as well. That also meant that I already knew what was going to go on. Kakashi and perhaps Might Guy would be there. I couldn't properly remember more of the ones in that specific division, just Kakashi Hatake and Might Guy. But of course I knew there were more of them. I could, after all, see them.
I looked to my right, and sure enough I saw several coffins identical to the one I was in. There were the Seven of the strongest Swordsmen of the Mist, each perfectly lined up. And Zabuza was in the middle of the row of strong shinobi.
There was an eighth wooden coffin to the side, and as it opened I realized that of course it held the androgynous male, Haku. But I swear that Haku was a girl, though! Damn you Kishimoto-sama for not making him – or her – female! Wait... why would I be so concerned for whether or not–
Wait...
Is that Fu?
Shit, it is. What a damn fucking great reunion...
Well, we had been locking eyes with each other for quite a while, I even missed the mist creeping into the area at first until it completely shrouded my sight.
Dammit, if Fu's there then that must mean that Madara Uchiha was short one Path of Pain. Then who in the world would be used as that Path instead of Fu?
But that is not what I need to concern myself for at the time being. I needed to help the Allied Shinobi Forces, make sure that as few of them died as possible. Well, judging by the screams of pain and suffering – something that was making me feel disturbingly giddy, by the way – the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist had already started their slaughtering of the Allied Shinobi Forces. That wouldn't do at all.
I jumped forward with a chakra enhanced jump, ignoring the sudden urge to kill as many shinobi as possible – probably Kabuto that tried to make me go crazy on them – I mysteriously floated up in the air and shouted out loud, "Shinra Tensei!"
I imagined a pulse my chakra narrowly evading each and every living being around a kilometre diameter sphere, but pushing out everything else in that perimeter out of the way, effectively pushing the thick mist out of the way.
With startled shouts coming from a lot of the shinobi I landed right besides Fu. She was holding a kunai quite unsteadily, shaking like mad, tears threatening to spill at a push of a finger.
I smirked at her, even when a shuriken or two lodged themselves thick into my stomach and head. Nope, as I had hypothesized, no pain whatsoever. As suspected. Well, not really, but the Impurely Resurrected never shouted out in pain or anything. "What, something on my face?" I sarcastically added. I didn't take the current tension in consideration because, hell, why should I? It was fun, being immortal all of a sudden! You try it! I was feeling mighty giddy because of it. Besides, Fu was alright, right in front of me. Why should I not be giddy in excitement? It had probably been years of sadness and sorrow because of my death. It wasn't exactly anything I had been planning, but hey, why not go with the flow? I mean, for once, something unplanned had happened, yet it was not unpleasant at all. It was a glorious feeling, yes, yes. Quite so.
And speaking of a push of a finger I brought up a hand, something that only went unnoticed by Fu alone. The various shinobi and kunoichi tensed up a lot by my gesture. And then I tapped her on her forehead. "Silly, if you keep crying there won't be a time for happiness. So wipe your tears away. Don't look back upon my death and mourn. Look forward and rejoice that you will live another day. Stand up. Be strong."
I really didn't know why I had said that. Despite the fact that they sounded awfully familiar I just thought the sentences sounded appropriate together. Don't know why they sounded appropriate, like I had said them before or something. Oh well, time to think about that at a later date anyway.
I turned away towards the Impurely Resurrected and slammed my fist into my open palm, grinned widely and said, "Well then, let's kick some ass!"
I jumped forwards with a lot of chakra enhancing my jump and I landed behind the Seven strongest Swordsmen of the Mist. Specifically I landed behind Zabuza. There was a stray thought that all of a sudden emerged within the depths of my mind. It was absurd, implausible, far-fetched, out of this world, whatever you would like to call it, but I thought that since I could use the abilities of another bloodline, specifically the Sharingan and the Mangekyo Sharingan, I could perhaps use other bloodlines. Maybe the Ice Release, Lava Release or Boil Release.
Or Wood Release.
So with that in mind I ran through some hand seals that just came to me, but felt like it came from my eyes. Which got me thinking. Maybe everything that concerned me and chakra was because of my Rinnegan, my prodigious skills in ninjutsu and genjutsu was perhaps because of the Rinnegan, my skills in the knowledge of the twelve hand seals, the speed of which I did them, my ridiculously high chakra reserves, everything, was because of my Rinnegan eyes? That itself was not absurd at all, it was actually a plausible stray thought.
But anyway, the last four hand seals I did was Dog, Tiger, Dragon and Snake, then slammed my hand down on the ground. I imagined a lot of trees growing just behind each of the to be tied down Seven strongest Swordsmen of the Mist, using its ridiculously strong chakra enhanced branches to hold onto the Seven Swordsmen.
And sure enough trees grew, just as I had imagined. Right behind each of the Seven Swordsmen, the trees tying its branches around each of them. I constantly reinforced the trees with chakra, making sure that none of the Swordsmen could escape the bindings. Which actually made the trees grow insanely much, taller than any tree you could think of, well above three hundred yards tall and ending up joining up in the top, making a seven linked tree with green leaves that actually, as I pumped more chakra into the wood made them turn a magnificent silver colour. A phenomenon that I'd think about at a later date. I looked up in amazement at my handiwork. "Well, I didn't expect that. But it ain't unwelcome."
I looked back to the shinobi through a crack in the trees, "What the fuck are you doing? Seal the fuckers away before they kill any of you!", subconsciously enhancing my voice with some chakra. And since I was almost literally both a chakra monster and now immortal – thus unlimited chakra in a sense – I would probably never run out of chakra. Probably and hopefully.
And that sure got them running with their sealing gear at the ready.
"Ugh, what is with these trees?" I heard a gruff voice say right in front of me. It was probably Zabuza who had gotten a little bit out of the hold of the Impure World Resurrection jutsu.
"What the hell is this shit?" a voice to the right of Zabuza shouted.
"Where did these trees come from?" another to Zabuza's right yelled.
"What the fuck?" yet another voice bellowed to Zabuza's left.
Seems that all the Seven Swordsmen had been taken out of the emotional hold of the Impure World Resurrection. Not that I cared much. I didn't remember any of their names except for Zabuza Momochi and Kisame Hoshigaki, but that was only because they were important for the story.
"Look," I said, still enhancing my voice with chakra to talk to the Seven Swordsmen. My voice was followed by silence of the swordsmen. "I'll explain. You have been resurrected by someone via the Summoning, Impure World Resurrection-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I heard Zabuza say.
"Do you want to hear me out or not?" I said as I stood up to use shunshin to get in front of the Seven Swordsmen, specifically Zabuza. Again.
"Alright, fine. So what is it you want to say?" some white haired dude said, though I was sure that he reminded me of someone. Oh right-
And his eyes began to glaze over and he turned into water to escape the bondage of the trees. That was strange. I also noticed that each and every one of the Seven Swordsmen's eyes were beginning to go all glassy-eyed, but some where fighting to stay awake, shaking their heads. But some of the swordsmen began to try in a futile effort to break free from the bind.
I sighed. Fuck. It was just my luck that someone got out of the bindings of the tree. Well, I had to deal with the Suigetsu lookalike-
Oh right! Of course! It was his brother, the one who had mastered all the swords of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. How could I forget that? Silly me.
Wait. If he was turning into water, then...
Oh shit!
I went through two hand seals, Snake and Tiger, and took a deep breath in, changing the air I had inhaled with extremely much lightning natured chakra to the point of bursting, making my chest swell up disproportionally.
And then I exhaled, sending loose a torrent of paralysing lightning towards the puddle of water that was Suigetsu's brother. "Lightning Release, Lightning of Paralysing!" The water stilled and frizzled with electric energy before amassing at one point and beginning to solidify.
Oh yeah! Suigetsu's liquefying technique's weakness was lightning. I totally forgot that for a while there. Darui, one of the Raikage's soldiers, had used his electrified sword to slice into Suigetsu, which in turn made Suigetsu unable to properly liquefy. What knowledge I had of the Naruto timeline and the universe and its characters was really beginning to shine now, I think.
The struggles of the Seven Swordsmen were useless, futile. Whoever took the place Kabuto had to take in canon had to stop trying to break the Impurely Resurrected out of the hold of the trees I had created. They were, after all, enhanced extremely much by my own very potent chakra.
I sighed again and turned around to face the various stunned faces of the shinobi and kunoichi that surrounded me. With an apathetic face I told them all, "Well, what are you waiting for? Seal them."
That once again shook them all out of their stupor and they charged their sealing scrolls with chakra to send them off towards the Seven strongest Swordsmen the Mist had ever had. Except, of course, from Kisame Hoshigaki. I wondered why the one who had taken Kabuto's place hadn't revived him, but alas, I wasn't about to complain. It would be a pain in the ass to fight the fish guy, what with his Tailed Beast level chakra and his sword-that-shaves, Samehada. He's probably the only other person who is a tailless Tailed Beast, me being the other one, of course.
After the shinobi had sealed off the Seven Swordsmen I turned around just to see ice freezing the air around me, creating mirrors around the space I occupied.
This seemed awfully familiar...
Oh right.
Haku's Demonic Ice Crystal Mirrors or whatever it was. Haku was able to jump from one mirror to another to confuse the enemy. The mirrors were also resistant to fire, or at least from Sasuke's Great Fireball Technique from his Genin days. Ah, well, all that information would do me no good if they were surrounding me all of a sudden, right?
I looked up, and sure enough, the mirrors even got that angle covered.
I cracked my neck and knuckles. Time to get serious with Haku's Demonic Ice Crystal Mirrors. Or whatever.
Then all of a sudden Haku appeared, his rather feminine face not covered by his stolen ANBU mask. He – dammit, why can't I think of Haku as a girl? He's – or she's – so freaking feminine I can't think of him – her – as anything but a girl! Goddammit all to hell! – withdrew some senbon from his pouch that was on his hip and began to pelt me with senbon. Senbon came from every imaginable angle, hitting me, some even going through me. Yet I felt no pain at all. None. None whatsoever. The senbon came from above me, to my right, to my left, behind me, in front of me.
Except for below me.
Slowly, just to taunt whomsoever had taken Kabuto's place in history, I went through a few hand seals, Rat, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake. "Earth Release, Hiding Like a Mole Technique!" I whispered, and suddenly, with a great burst of speed the earth below me swallowed me up, only to spit me out again right behind one of the mirrors of ice.
Going through another pair of hand seals, Horse and Tiger, I inhaled a great deal of air, once again making my chest swell up grotesquely, since I had added chakra into the mix. I imagined the air in my grown lungs becoming fire by channelling chakra to it. As my chest once again grew I spat out a vast ball of fire. Fortunately for me, the fireball was only large enough to cover the mirrors made out of Ice natured chakra, not the magnificent tree behind it. That would be so annoying if that had happened, the tree being burnt. I loved the silver leaves it had. It was probably a result of my own chakra, what with my Susanoo being a silver colour and all.
Oh, there's an idea. Maybe I could use the Susanoo a bit more. But I would have to be conscious of my emotions. I should not be a killing machine that got his kicks off of killing people. It's a sick and twisted path to tread upon. So I would not go there. It would, in fact be detrimental to my health. Along with others'.
Just to test it out I closed my eyes and began focusing on my chakra. I activated my Susanoo, willing it to even don some silvery armour, similar to the armour Itachi's Susanoo had. That meant it probably in its right hand held the glowing and fiery blade, the Sword of Totsuka. And in its left hand held the shield that could deflect anything and everything, the Yata Mirror. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, there was my silver coloured Susanoo, clad in very intimidating armour, with a sword in hand and a shield in the other.
"Susanoo!" I said lowly. I heard many startled gasps from the various shinobi and kunoichi around me. Obviously the shinobi and kunoichi of the Allied Shinobi Forces didn't expect to see a Susanoo all of a sudden.
But alas, I couldn't focus on explaining what it was I had around my form, since quite a few senbon burned right in front of me. Apparently my Susanoo burns metal, as opposed to Sasuke Uchiha's Susanoo, where it just makes it shatter. Ha, how pathetic of the Uchiha. I'd rather kill them now and be done with it–
Hmm... I was right. It did in fact seem like that using my Susanoo, or even my Mangekyo Sharingan abilities for that matter, makes my blood-lust surge to new heights. I'd have to be careful.
But still, I couldn't deny the fact that it felt pleasurable to have the Susanoo active. I'd have to focus on that feeling and harness it, change it into power. That would be much more proficient to my doings than just let the pleasure flow through me, resulting me in becoming a blood seeking, blood-letting being of destruction and carnage.
Now that did seem an attracting offer. But no, I'd have to deny it. What would Anko do to me if she saw me as a bumbling fool of slaughtering madness? She would probably cut me up with her personalized kunai. That kunai haunted my nightmares for many days... but anyway, looking past all that, I'd have to say that I would definitely have to deal with Haku.
So when I saw him – her – charge at me I just stabbed him – her – with my silvery Sword of Totsuka lookalike, effectively sealing him in a gourd my Susanoo had in its third arm. Quite creepy, the third arm.
Author's Note: Now the second thing I want to say is that I am putting all my stories (as in both of them) on hold for an indefinite amount of time. The reason being that I don't have much inspiration. I like to think of inspiration as currency, and life events being my paydays. So you'll have to wait for a bit. But I swear to you, reader, that I will not, not, abandon any fiction I make! This I swear to you!
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