Ok! OK! Ok! I am so SORRY for posting that Meiji Era Essay! I took it off, alright? Be happy I tried to bore you guys…ANYWAYS…uhm well I have written like 3243498 more chapters from all the time I HAVEN'T updated so bear with the crappiness of nothing happening for a while! I AM SORRY! GOMEN GOMEN! Please forgive meeeee! Anyways…this is where it all comes in…


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Kishomi struggled to move her paralyzed body. She was breathing through a tube that covered her mouth, giving her artificial air that tasted sour. Kishomi strained her closed eyes. She was still unconscious, but somehow still moving.

The hospital room was small and had hard, whitewashed walls. They gave off a dull feeling to the room. A small bedside table was by Kishomi's hospital cot. Her hitai-ate forehead protector laid. The shiny metal reflected the city of Konoha on it from the view through the window. Kishomi lay deep in memory flashes.

:Flashback:

"Focusing chakra into your feet…" said a small girl with a coffee colored mass of hair, fair grey eyes, and a voice filled with strife. Kishomi studied a scroll while eating her ordinary evening meal, rice with greens and some meat. A bowl of Miso soup was there normally to go along with it, and maybe a warm rice ball to finish it off.

:End Flashback:

Kishomi was already in the hospital for a day. No current improvements were seen, except for her heavy breathing had steadied over the long hours of the summer's days. Her hands were cleaned, but the girl had a strange seal flickering on and off on her forehead. Nurses glanced at Kishomi in confusion, clueless of the word 'thought' etched in her forehead. The symbol indicated that Kishomi's memory was regenerating and strengthening chakra and will-power.

It was late afternoon by the time nurses and doctors had come in to inspect the exhausted girl. A takai, or tall boy with streaky brown and black hair walked in the hospital at 5:00pm, right when the hospice was about to close.

"Sumimasen, we are closing." A female nurse said, motioning her hand to a clipboard. "Please sign your name if you are to visit tomorrow. It's too late now." The boy gave her a sharp look, startling the nurse. Other nurses passing by were taken back at the boy's striking and piercing attitude.

"It's urgent." The boy said, looking down at the nurse. He was indeed much taller than the employee. The boy didn't seem to mind the gawking he received from the others, but he needed to check in on his little sister. His shimai imoto.

The nurse straightened up herself and handed him the clipboard. "Fine. You will be granted fifteen minutes only. No more than that or you'll be kicked out." She said confidently. The boy clearly didn't seem to like that very much. The nurse had made a mistake. A big mistake.

"What makes you think that?" The boy asked, a soft menace growing in his voice. The nurse lowered her eyes. She didn't want to say anymore, nor get hurt. But it was too late.

"Sleep well." The boy said, pressing his palm on the nurse's forehead. She fell unconscious and dropped to the floor silently. The clipboard was put back on the reception desk and the name was signed neatly on the third line: Sakada Shizuka.

The boy didn't need anybody to tell him where the room was. The cursed memory seal already called openly to him from the east wing. He headed for room 378. His open black tailcoat swished softly, revealing a netted undershirt and black pants. The boy's half sleeve on his right arm had the same tattoo on Kishomi's forehead, except it was permanent. The 'thought' word was carved into the skin in black, looking like an old scar.

Click. The door swung open and the boy strode over to Kishomi with the same sharp, grey eyes, glaring at the flaring mark on her forehead. It would fade, then imprint again, repeatedly. His eyes narrowed.

"Che! She…why'd she have to get it, too!" the boy thought angrily. A hand touched his shoulder. He knocked the hand off with a grunt, as if he himself knew who the person was.

"She's in our family, Shizuka nii-san. There's nothing you can do about it." A girl's voice quietly consoled.

"What do you know, Mirai? I'm the older one, so save it!" Shizuka growled. The girl's eyes gave him a reproachful look.

"Kachan and Dosaan sent us here, alright? We're just going to wake her up before that memory curse takes effect!" Mirai said, crossing her arms with an irritated expression on her face. She turned to Kishomi and walked over to the sleeping girl. Her look softened as she put her hand on Kishomi's head.

"My dear little sister…you mustn't use kekkai genkai abilities until the memory seal is closed. If you do so, it's going to give you a hefty debt," Mirai said, stroking Kishomi's unruly hair. "That is why we are here to seal it." She stopped and started to unravel bandages all over her arm, hidden underneath her cloak.

A large cut the height of her arm length gashed through the front. The wound had long healed, but a disturbing scar marked its place.

"Don't end up like me, Kishomi-chan. I haven't seen you for many years- I do hope that you have matured since then." Mirai whispered into Kishomi's ear. Kishomi twitched.

"She's awake." Shizuka said, leaning casually against the wall. Mirai nodded. As she did, Kishomi's eyes fluttered open. She hesitated, looking at the ceiling, then turned her glance from the white walls to her older siblings.

"Nii-san? Shizuka…? Is…that…?" Kishomi rasped weakly. Mirai and Shizuka smiled. Kishomi's 'thought' mark flickered on again. She winced and rubbed her forehead.

"Kishomi, little sister…you must have that memory curse sealed at once." Shizuka said, striding over to Kishomi. The puzzled expression on Kishomi's face made Shizuka sigh, annoyed.

"This mark," Shizuka said, gesturing at the black etching when it had come up again, "is a temporary tester seal placed on you at birth. When you come of age and have used some or all of the kekkai genkai abilities that we share, the seal is opened and is going to stop you from getting too strong."

Kishomi winced. "Naru hodo. I see." Shizuka and Mirai watched as the girl sat upright on the bed, propping two pillows to cushion her head. It was clear that Kishomi was still sore from her previous match.

"Kishomi- we need to seal that…now," Mirai said quietly, as if the words were somewhat dangerous. Shizuka nodded. Kishomi herself paused, but then agreed silently.

"You'll feel no pain and you'll be fine after this sealing. But I cannot allow to leave this hospital…the nurses will get suspicious." Mirai said, this time a little louder. Shizuka flinched at the sound of nurses. He had gotten rid of one and Mirai didn't know just yet.

Shizuka stepped in front of Mirai, who was pushed back. He, apparently was going to be sealing the curse. Shizuka performed strange seals unknown to Kishomi and mumbled, "Seal of Kiwaku, unbind and replenish withheld thirst for power once more! Release your grip!" His left palm rested on Kishomi's forehead, as his right hand formed strange movements.

Thought marks swirled in harmony around the two while Mirai re-bandaged herself in the background. If the sealing was done wrong, things would go awry.

"Argh!" Shizuka growled as he forced all the thought words into the black symbol on Kishomi's forehead. It was finished. A new permanent thought mark engraved Kishomi's right arm, much like Shizuka's. Kishomi's messy hair shielded her face, but her eyes blinked open, sharp and strong as ever. They seemed to pierce right into her siblings.

Shizuka and Mirai grinned as Kishomi laid her head back onto the pillow. "This is it, ka? Kishomi-chan's fine now." Mirai thought, as Shizuka sat himself down on a bench-chair.

"Shizuka, nii-san…what did the Hokage say? I won the pre-matches, but who am I to fight…and the codes?" Kishomi asked all at once. Shizuka hesitated, taking the words in slowly.

"You'll fight someone else from- it's not determined. And you have one month to prepare for your opponent. It's a rivalry between nations. All kages of the villages will be present, judging your skills and the outcome of the fight." Shizuka replied, running his long, slender fingers through his hair. Mirai nodded, but she didn't seem to know what was going on.

"Naru hodo," Kishomi said, voice filled with some despite, knowing that she did not identify her opponent yet. "Ja. I'll need to start on training tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to get out of here by then." Shizuka scoffed silently, but Mirai nodded and smiled.

As the two siblings left their little sister at the hospital, Shizuka stopped at the door to say farewell to his own sister. "Hmph. Ja Ne, Mirai-san." He mumbled, but Mirai had more to say.

"She gets all that confidence from you Shizuka- if you haven't noticed." She stated flatly, staring up into the brilliant orange-red sky. Shizuka's expression changed. He smiled a bit and laughed quietly.

"I see. We aren't a bonded family as of now, but Kachan and Dosaan are planning to go to the main matches. It'll be a surprise and reunion for Kishomi." Shizuka put his hand in his pockets. "We should part, little sister."

"I'm not little."

"Oh. Really? You're sixteen."

"Huh. So?"

"Right. Ja Ne!"

Shizuka and Mirai split up in two different directions. After all, independence had its strict set rules.

Kishomi spent the rest of the night sitting in her bed, concentrating on trying to mold chakra into her hands. All of this was essential to winning in her perspective. But after two hours of non-stop chakra forming, Kishomi sank down into her pillow in exhaustion. Night grew into day as the girl slept peacefully. Dawn struck.


ALRIGHTY! FINALLLLLLY POSTED AFTER 5 million years! Now R&R. I COMMAND. What happened to all my reviewers? –sniff- I need them…