Sumimasen everyone! I seemed to have made a mistake in the Kishomi's bio…that I just noticed about now! In case, if you're a Japanese word stickler freak like me, you'd probably go look up what Memory Grasper and Berserk Strike meant in jap! Well…I didn't exactly look…I only used my Otosan as my source… to finding what the words meant! And to tell the truth…my dad isn't exactly a pro in the Japanese language…so I came up with idiot words that didn't even go in the dictionary! So…Invisibility technique is…Meinai no Jutsu rather than Mukeii no Jutsu, and Berserk Strike means Nekkyo Utsu Koto, rather than No Shin Yonshou! I am terribly sorry for making this stupid error! Anyways….read on!
Riiip!- the tape on the door tore in half as Naruto pushed the entry open. "AHA! Now should be the time," Kishomi thought. "We can open our scrolls!"
Sakura and Naruto read the writing inscribed in black ink on the wall. Kishomi didn't understand the missing word from the wall- as it was very confusing either way.
She held her breath as Naruto and Sakura cautiously peeled open the scroll. Kishomi jumped back as the wad of paper was thrown onto the floor, apparently because of the summoning charm placed inside the scroll. Iruka appeared with a smile and explained their third exam.
"We will be holding preliminary matches to determine who's going to get into the main matches! Now, if you'll follow me…" Iruka-sensei said, motioning his hand that lead to a door. Kishomi pushed it open and they stood before an enormous stadium.
Kishomi: Oh! Sugoi…
Sakura: This is huge! But why fight to determine the main matches' applicants?
Naruto: I'm ready! Alriiiight!
Sasuke: Hmph. That's it?
Iruka joined the other teachers in the platform of the vast arena. The Third Hokage stood in the middle, apparently leading the whole thing. Team 7 blended in with the flurry of other passing teams. Kishomi counted. "Twenty-one people…that's only seven teams!" she thought, clenching her teeth in tenseness. "That proctor Anko predicted pretty close…"
Kishomi listened closely as Anko explained the rules of the pre-matches. Kabuto put up his hand to refuse the offer for this tournament.
"I can't fight- too badly wounded!" he said, appearing to be lying discriminately in Kishomi's eyes. Kishomi glared darkly as he pushed her. Kabuto wasn't someone she enjoyed very much. A man walked up to the teams, but before he could speak, he was broken down by coughs. His dark eyes were sullen and he gave everyone the impression that he clearly looked dead.
"Ore…wa…Gekkou Hayate…-cough-"the man said, coughing once more. Kishomi stared at the man with dense eyes. Nobody seemed to care how the man reacted to his ill self.
"He could use a cough drop…and maybe some needed sleep. A ninja like him couldn't be very strong while fighting…especially with those hacking fits! I wonder how his stealth skills could ever be anywhere near a jônin level!" Kishomi thought, shaking her head in disapproval.
Gekkou Hayate's voice droned on and on like a monotone speaker as Kishomi played with a strand of her coffee hair. She twisted the lock and then unrolled it over and over, waiting for the guy to shut up and just let the matches begin. After all, this time was valuable, for this exam was to determine their stand in the main matches.
Kishomi sighed, moving her sore legs a bit to keep from slumping down in total pain. She wanted more action than just words. The clock was ticking away slowly, but yet life was wasting away so quick.
Gekkou Hayate signaled for the first fight to begin. Kishomi watched relentlessly as numbers of genin went and did their turns. As each wounded member was carried out, Kishomi eyed the triumphant look on the victor's face.
"Hmm…" she thought. "Pure victory. That would mean they'd be in the main matches! I've got to make it there!" Kishomi's hands tightened their grip on the railing overlooking the arena.
Kiba and Naruto stepped up to the arena. Kishomi dropped her current wonders and turned her full attention up to the two ninjas. Her first thought was that Kiba and Naruto were complete strangers to each other, but when they started shouting insults at each other, Kishomi sighed stupidly. Their big talking with their cocky attitudes made this a boring match.
"One trait they both share…"Kishomi muttered, eyes fixed on Naruto. "You better win Naruto…don't lose to some lowlife like that…" Kiba and Akamaru were one, but used against Naruto; it would be tough.
The blonde haired imbecile gave Kishomi a thumbs up. "He's incurable…" Kishomi thought, but she grinned. The match began.
And so match after match, Kishomi waited…………………………………………………………
And waited……………………………………………………………………………………………………………
And finally, the last match of the rookie crop was over. Kishomi gritted her teeth. Everyone had gone. Because of the uneven teams, Kishomi was faced with a no-win situation. "Crap! How can I pass this exam! No one is able to fight me! They've all gone!" she thought, mind racing with worry.
Gekkou Hayate signaled for Chouji to be carried out. His sullen gaze turned towards Kishomi. "You there…-cough cough- there's no one here to fight you. Sumimasen, but-" His words were cut short as a blood-spattered boy appeared in the doorway of the arena. Kishomi gasped as she gripped her hands tighter on the iron bars of the overlooking balcony. "NO!" she blared out, but her hand clasped over her mouth. It was the ragged boy- from the forest.
"How did he get like this?" Kishomi thought, looking at the horrifying appearance of the boy. His clothes were torn to shreds and his face was covered in cuts, making his expression grim. But yet he had the strength and endurance to pull himself out of the forest.
"I…Kyoretsu Nagare…will fight this shojo that disturbs my conscience…today…here…and now." Nagare said, slipping off his ripped overcoat as he walked slowly into the stadium. His steady pace made Kishomi's heart beat loudly in her ear.
"He's not someone who'd give up so fast…I underestimated him…"Kishomi thought. Hayate gestured for Kishomi to go. Kishomi grew numb. She walked down the steps, taking her time. Each footstep echoed through her mind. Nagare winced as he turned his head to look at her.
"You'll never make it past me now…!" he panted with a weak smirk. Kishomi stood a couple yards away from him. She wanted to keep her distance from that blood stained body of his.
"This is mostly an unofficial match –cough-, because your team did not pass the exam." Hayate started, looking at Nagare, who glared back. "But due to shortage in the number of opponents, I will let you in all that you are, to fight Sakada Kishomi." Nagare gave a sharp eye to the judge. Kishomi clenched her teeth as she stood ready for the match to commence.
"Nagare…let me explain to you…that I'd win- the shape you're in right now is no match against me." Kishomi said, a bit too overconfident. Nagare scoffed as he brushed his matted hair out of his face.
"We'll see if your prediction is right…" he said. "Do stop bragging… your pathetic bloodline is nothing…compared to mine that is." Now it was Kishomi's turn to scoff.
"You'd never get it past me, Nagare."
"Sure…you keep that cocky tone up and you'll regret it later."
"There is no cocky tone in my voice."
"Yeah…right…right…"
"Urasai, baka-yarou!"
"So there is? You are horrible at trying to back up your idiot answers."
"Lowlife. I'd rather not be so confident about choosing words like that."
"You baka! I'm going to beat your sorry ass!" Nagare spat out, and that started the fight.
Kishomi's eyes flared a milky grey color in pure anger. She drew out shuriken. (She restocked!) Nagare whipped out kunai knives. Ichi, Ni, san…three blades. Kishomi jumped high into the air as she forcefully aimed her shurikens at Nagare with a swift and graceful twist of her body. Nagare used one of his knives to block out every ninja star.
Kishomi landed on her feet. Nagare ran at her with full sped. Kishomi jumped backwards as Nagare's outstretched hand held a blade to cut her. She used her feet to push herself off the wall and into the air, flipping elegantly behind Nagare's view. She landed hard on her feet and headed straight for Nagare. The landing caused an immediate tremor, but she kicked Nagare squarely in the chin, sending him flying. Nagare skidded across the cracked tile. The broken pieces of ceramic cut his face more. The action all seemed to happen in seconds, for the boy appeared unconscious now.
But it wasn't to last. Nagare's hand shot up. Kishomi groaned with aching pain in her feet as the boy slowly got to his feet. Blood dripped generously from his tattered face.
The observer's thoughts…
Naruto: Alright! Stick that freak Kishomi!
Sakura: Wow…I've never seen her fight! Her footwork and strength is very well done.
Ino: Hmph. That Nagare's a big talker too? Well, he looks determined…to die.
Shikamaru: How troublesome…why do we have to have another match? Along with two troublesome idiots… it's too much for them.
Dosu: A worthy one, indeed.
Shino: Hmph. That guy still won't give up on trying to kill Kishomi. Even at the cost of his own life.
Neji: Huh…that girl will win. I'm sure of it…her strength outnumbers that of the boy's…but she's still a rookie, no matter what.
Gaara: (no comment)
Kankuro: Two bratty kids. Why do we have to put up with such nuisances?
Temari: That girl is skilled! Much better than the opponent I had. –sighs-
Kakashi-sensei: Kishomi has grown since I last saw her. Perhaps the forest caused her to mature a bit?
"Fierce Stream!" Nagare yelled and ribbons of water shot out from the center of his palm. The ribbons seemed sharp and headed straight from Kishomi. Kishomi leaped all over, trying to dodge the water blades with her agile body. She whisked out a kunai knife for some support and held it off, blade against blade.
"Kuso…"Kishomi stuttered out, holding down the pressuring force of the Kyoretsu Nagare technique. (Hence his name…)
She flipped to dodge the next stream of violent water. Her leg barely made it, and in result, she was cut deeply. "Ow!" Kishomi gasped out, grimacing from the fresh wound that made its mark on her ankle. She jumped into the air, knocking each stream of water that followed her with the kunai knife. The dodging was useless, although it kept her from dangerous injuries. It wasted a sense of speed and agility to evade these water-made blades.
Kishomi's stomach churned as one stream of water came for her after another. Her kunai knife was too late. The sharp water stuck her arm. Kishomi cried out in pain. Everyone standing above gasped, but Nagare laughed cruelly, eyes gleaming in pure joy and amusement.
Kishomi headed straight for the ground. Her landing shook the ground. The water had splashed to the ground after it had stabbed her left arm. The blinding pain was cold and unbearable as Kishomi wiped off the excessive blood flowing freely down her arm.
Her hands were soon drenched in thick scarlet liquid. It dripped to the ground with soft patters. Kishomi got up and slowly raised her left arm to perform katas. "Nagare…Omae o korosu!" she said in a low, possessive voice. The waterfall genin just sneered with his eyes looking up.
"Go ahead. Try if you dare…" he said, then hesitated for more choice words. "It's senseless to do any spells on me now Kishomi. You're going to regret your arms were ever made useful!" Kishomi still remained at her current stance. She closed her eyes and concentrated. If she vowed to kill this guy, she'd do it right.
"I'll just turn that hopeless thought of yours into nothing but a memory- along with your dead teammates!" Kishomi said coldly, eyes glazed with fury. Strike. Nagare's face turned into a stone glare as Kishomi smirked with no regrets.
Fwup, fwup, fwup…Seal of the dragon, horse, ram, and rat. Nagare took a step back in caution. Kishomi had disappeared. But the boy knew what she was doing. At least he thought he did.
"Doko? Where did she…? Don't tell me you're doing that useless tokui (specialty) of yours again! The Nekkyo Utsu Koto is pitiful against me!" he yelled out, cocking his head in every direction to try to spot the strange disappearance of the girl.
"It's hopeless- omae no shinu! You're going to die…" multiple voices said threateningly. Nagare's eyes widened in fright as he spun around, trying to distinguish where Kishomi was. Nothing at all. Multiple laughs were heard; the ones that sent chills down your spine and makes you paranoid to everything around you. The environment became cold, deathly and Nagare could sense a strong desire for blood. He shook in fright, but his overconfident attitude took over.
"Shut the hell up! Show yourself!" Nagare yelled out, but his shaky tone made it clear that he was scared. More laughter. It echoed and faded, like ocean waves reaching the sand- then retracting. Dozens of spines shot at Nagare. They pierced him, and it only seemed that it was a few spikes at first, for the bloody pricks it made were only a few. But in the waterfall genin's perspective, it looked like millions of pinpricks coming at him, dying to stab him to death.
"I am your memory Nagare…I control your very thoughts…you coward! You'd never escape these clutches of steel!" Kishomi's voice spoke, ringing loudly in Nagare's head. He clutched his head in searing pain. His body then was torn apart with convulsions that made his eyeballs roll white. The other remaining team members watched in horror as the poor boy suffered terribly. Nagare looked like an invalid, twisting all different directions. His body lashed violently and his eyes rolled white. Kishomi had a hold of his memory. She forced the boy to behave possessively and be a doll under her power. As Nagare continued to have frightening seizures, Kishomi took a look at the boy's past memories.
:Flashback:
"Dosaan! I'll get this in no time! See?" a smaller version of the boy Nagare was now jumped and released water pricks that stabbed the trees. His father forced a smile under his disparaging look as he watched from above. It seemed he wasn't impressed with Nagare's progression in his kekkai genkai skills.
"Now it's those water ribbons…Kyoretsu Nagare…named after me by myself! My own creation! Dosaan's going to be surprised!" Nagare thought in pure ecstasy as his hand extended and ribbons of water shot out from his palm and crushed the trees before him.
"So, sonna…baka na! That's crazy!" Nagare's father gasped, eyes growing wide. "Nagare has never been like this before…what has happened to that boy that didn't want to try?" The water ribbons snatched greedily at the trees and tore them to bits. Nagare looked wildly at his destruction and smirked up at his father.
:End Flashback:
Kishomi's Pov
"This guy…is a pathetic fighter…and a show off to his parents…if not strong for his age…" she said, stopping. At least Nagare had parents that cared for him and was at his side. She never had any close encounters with her own kin since she was four. Somehow Kishomi felt envy for the one she despised most.
Nagare squirmed and kept shaking non stop. He was coughing out spatters of blood now and had cuts from the sharp tile fragments from the recent fights. (like Rock Lee's and Gaara's fight, i.e.) The people above and Gekkou Hayate watched silent, drowning in their predictions and thoughts of this match's results.
Naruto: Kishomi is gonna win that guy!
Sakura: Oh my god! That waterfall genin doesn't look like he's going to stay alive for very long! Kishomi is going way too hard on him! But I see her determination to get into the main matches…
Kakashi: Looks like both came from a strong kekkai genkai clan.
Dosu: That girl is a worthy opponent…
Kankuro: Wow. Kishomi's having some serious fun!
Temari: Hmph. Nagare won't stand a chance.
Gaara: Nagare will die soon, if not now.
Neji: -grunts- So both strong bloodline limit members.
Shino: What a pity. Nagare's misery is disturbing to the eye.
Ino: Eww! That boy's all possessed looking!
Shikamaru: Troublesome match this is…
Kurenai: That girl and boy seem to have great potential in what they strive for. What an interesting fight… two different bloodlines clash.
Gai: Ah! The true purpose of youth has bloomed! Although the shaking kid does scare me though…
Asuma: -blow- These are no ordinary genins.
Kishomi gripped Nagare's memory harder, forcing the boy to throw up large amounts of crimson blood. Her Kiwaku Fukushu Suru, the Memory Avenger had taken its effect. Nagare was thrown up and slammed back on the already caved in ground from the previous fights. It was like an invisible force that pulled him from so up high, down back on the ground in just seconds. His body bounced once and then fell limp. Watchers on the railing gawked as the boy moved no more. His body was frigid and his pupils had returned, giving him a far away stare. A dead stare.
Even Gekkou Hayate's own sullen eyes grew open. A sickening squelching sound was heard as Kishomi stepped out of the boy, appearing with a frightful glare. Her hands were heavily bloodstained. The scarlet liquid trickled down onto the ground with small beats.
Gekkou Hayate nodded slowly as he coughed. "Shosha…-cough- Sakada Kishomi." He walked over to Nagare and felt his pulse. Nothing. He touched the lifeless boy's hand. Samui- cold like ice. Nagare was dead.
"He's dead," Gekkou Hayate said, shaking his head. "Unofficial match, one death total. Take this boy to the hospital and please contact his village for parent notification. At once. Arigato." The medical men nodded their heads obediently and carried off the dead boy. Kishomi held up her crimson colored hands, shimmering in the light.
"I've…never killed anyone…before…" she said heartlessly. Kishomi then half stumbled and fell to the ground on her knees. She smiled up at everyone and fainted. She was done. Chakra, gone. Body, spent. All that was needed was rest and some well spent days in the hospital.
"KISHOMI!" Naruto yelled down at the unconscious girl. "NANI DATTEBAYO?" Sakura shrank back, scared. She wasn't sure if Kishomi was dead or alive, considering the heavy damage she caused on her aite, or opponent. Kakashi lowered his eyes.
"Relax- she's only unconscious…the girl needs some rest." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Sakura sighed in relief and Naruto stopped ranting.
Kishomi was carried on a stretcher and disappeared behind the large doors. The other people eyed the girl.
Neji: So she killed that other guy? Hmph. That girl is very strange indeed.
Dosu: I'd better keep an eye on that girl. Orochimaru-sama would like a powerful person like her.
Temari: Well-spent fight. One death. –laughs softly-
Kankuro: My, my. They both have bloodied themselves greatly! –smirk-
Gaara: My prediction was right.
Ino: Neh! What happened right there! She just collapsed for no real reason! But…nande?
Shikamaru: How troublesome. That girl's suffering and the boy's dead.
Asuma: Huh. These two bloodlines were very vital clans to the ninja world. One member down.
Kurenai: As I thought. The girl's spent for a few days. Best that she gets her rest to prepare for the main matches.
Shino: Hmph. So that boy's finally dead? Not once did he try giving up…
The Hokage smiled. "The girl's fitting in just fine…I'll have to inform her family of her victory and the opportunity in the main matches…" But he would need an extra opponent for her first.
So…what do you think! I am getting close to writing some family intros! R&R and comment as much as you like! I am in desperate need of reviews, please!
PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER: Kishomi's in the hospital and her forehead's got some strange marking that keeps flickering off and on. The thought curse has taken its vile effect on the girl to keep her from something! But wait… a mysterious guy checks in at the hospital and wants to see, his little sister? The memory seal has to be erased, or Kishomi's in some serious trouble for the main matches!
