Notes: Parts of Spirit Child of Demon Eyes to edit and put in later chapters.
Chapter VIII: Past Mistakes, Scene : Chison confronts Shinsetsu 1
"Do you remeber the past of us? So long ago..."-Chison
The threatening figure of a pale woman, long kimono sleves rustling in the spring breeze, stalked through the deserted back street. It was late, evening aproaching, and no one would dare both her. Except a shadow of shadows following her, that is. The chanta had yet to give up; she'd been persistent even when the icy woman had tried to loose the trailing girl.
Well trained as she was, with years of experience, the still presence of a once-threat vaguely unsettled her. But, like most of Master Doseki's followers, she brushed the feeling off. The girl, no matter how long she had lived or how much she knew, was tamed to serve her Lord. Shinsetsu didn't bother to think of the new Lord Servent chanta served: the Hokage of the village she was now assainating people in.
Turning the last corner, Fubuki came face-to-face with the surrounding wall. Shinobi guards were posted in the watch towers, staring off into the oncoming twilight. The foreign assasain laughed inside at their foolish attempt at defence, forgetting about the precence standing behind her. She wanted to show them their pathetic security won't be enough, and was temped to jump up there and have some fun, but her commands stopped her.
'Your target is the Hokage. Eliminate all threats close to him, then while the soft one weeps for his fallen comrads, kill him,' Doseki-sama had said. Though he hadn't expected the fool Naratsuno to send the chanta to either guard or spy on her new Lord, she knew, he had still gone through with the second step of his plan. That showed his faith in her and her ablities.
Seal, Tiger, Boar, Bear, Snake. The seils were mecanical, and she presented them too fast for the human eye to comprehend. At an early age she'd mastered the common art of Walkthrough: passing through solid objects without leaving a trace of her presence. Demon that she was, it had been simple to gather enough power, but the consentration and maninpulation of her own cells leveled up the technique on the difficulty scale.
Stepping through the stone wall with no restictions, Shinsetsu jumped into the nearest tree and began to run. Even if the girl could follow her, she wouldn't be able to leave her Lord's territory without his permision. Escape was easy, if you knew your persuer's weakness.
The ice demon continued to fly from tree to tree, knee-high kimono unrestricting, until she hit a transperent energy barrior she hadn't sensed from lack of guard (she thought). Falling from the unexpected impact, the seeming-20 year old flipped instinctively into a battle stance, landing in the feilded clearing. Trying to sense her daring aponent, Shinsetsu's chakra only picked up peacefully sleeping animals within a 50 meter radius. Through her eyes, though, she saw something different.
Setting sun at her back, the chanta stalked easily toward her, aura unreadable. 'It always has been,' was the demon's unconscious thought as Chison drew closer. Eyes hidden behind dark blue bangs, the usually silent serving girl spoke in her now-used voice. "Do you remember the past of us? So long ago..."
Fubuki raised her head, startled. Whenever the lower class girl was aloud to speaker, her voice was husty and cracked with lack of use, the old music gone. Now the melody of her speach was back, the softness easily heard, and it reminded the assasian of long ago, being captured at such a young age and given to Master Doseki. Then, she was aloud to cry. Then, she had known freedom. Then, she'd missed those lost by the raid of her village...
Age old anger well up in her chest, directed not at the girl before her, but the one who had turned her into what she now was: a cold killing machine that's heart had been torn out at it's making. But the spells, the training, the things planted in body and mind to obey, turned that deep hatred and fury from the Master to the Enemy. The chanta had made her remember. The chanta must die.
Chapter IX: A Danger's Commonplace, Chison confronts Shinsetsu 2
The chanta had made her remember. The chanta must die.
Chison stared at the kneeling woman, saddness evident in her eyes. So long it had been, when the girl was taken in by the old Spirit's Shadow, the only survivor of her raided village. Then, Chison had been the Lord's daughter, given everything she could ask for because she was the replacement; the substitute.
'No, no, musn't think of that. Bad thoughts only bring pain.'
Then, she had asked for the captured one as a friend, a playmate. What she'd received was an almost-broken demon servent with empty eyes. Then, she had healed. Then, she had comforted. Then... But it was now.
Staring into those familair, empty, clear-crystal eyes, the memories within her began to reserface. The seil that held tight her past and birth-powers began to recead, letting slip the energy beyond time that belonged to the Last. Only now, with the seil slipping and her power flowing gently through her form, did she let loose the respraints long ago put in place, and return to a form only meant for her.
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Shinsetsu's aura flashed bright with an overwelming amount of icy chakra, eyes filled with redirected furry. She watched her Enemy just stand there, thick bangs covering moonpale skin, and began to laugh inside. Was she so scared she couldn't move, poor chanta?
Still kneeling, the kori youkai ignored the incredible power ratiating from the glowing seal above her Enemy's naval. No matter what tricks she used, the poor little chanta could never win.
Filled with over confident power being fed by the mind spells placed on her by her Master for both obedience and control, Shinsetsu didn't seem to notice the 'poor little' chanta's changing shape, or the burning fire kanji of sealed power eroding it's container. All she could see was an inevitable victory by herself and praise for regaining the girl who threated her Lord.
Jumping to her feet at incredible speed, the ice demon than ran to punch the girl in an instent. It seemed easy, as said girl was standing still, eyes closed and covered by dark bangs, begging to be punshed. But as she reached the girl's supposed place and through furry-filled chakra into the hit, Chison wasn't there.
Confused, Shinetsu stood in possition few precious seconds, the spells unable to direct her. Rage built instead, the only thing her controled-mind could comprehend.
"Aiya motsun o ehyeih KAIYA.." The whisper carried to hiding girl, who knew that the assain wasn't supposed to know those words of building power.
A sense above her gave the enraged girl a place to through the building energy. Chison, her lower body half shadow, seal's glow fading slightly, was caught off guard as the ice demon began the hand signs for a forbidden Jutsu long lost. 1Seal (whispered "Lo"), Lion (Nai), Dragon (Tatsu), Boar (I)... The strong version...
"Risai to yana!" the younger continued as she finished the sequence of Forbidden hand signs. "Blazed Ice!"
The Old Language words hit the stunned girl as soon as the ray of freezing ice did. Everything around the chanta would be frozen, including the girl herself, and there was no way to melt the chakra fill frozen water, even naturally. She'd have to thank Master Doseki for teaching her the helpful Jutsu, she thought with a sneered smile.
Half her mission was complete. Now to take care of that annoying Hokage...
She didn't notice the glowing of blood and fire from behind her, nor the opening of molten amber eyes.
Inside Chison's remembering mind...
Well that was unexcepted. I didn't think bakateme could teach anyone, let alone a now-forbidden Jutsu of the ice demon's former village. Well, this should be fun...
'Stop right now!' Ah, the voices I created to protect myself. Can't stop me now, fools. She awoke me on her own, now let me do what I love best...
'No! You could endanger Master's village!'
What should I care? If the Hokage can't protect his chosen people, what use am I to him if he can't even control me? Besides that former Hunter, the one who asked for his name-keeper's location, is with him. Can't get into much trouble, then, can he?
Ah, good. No more talking. Now I can get back to the job at hand...
Exit...
Chison stared at the retreating woman's back, smirking at the would-be killer's underestimation. She never had been good at judging an apponent's stregnth.
Her seal glowing, the kanji drifted to different places on her first form body along the twisting branches now covering her slight form. Chakra wings formed as the mizu character drifting to her right knee began to glow, countering the energy-filled snow imprisening her. Shinri responded by braking the weakened ice easily, in Hishinrisa form.
Hair flying loose from it's usually tight braid, silken mask lost in the rain of frozen shuriken, Chison's wings spread as she crouched in a long-forgotten defensive possion. Lifting her face to stare into that of the stunned one of her frozen apponent, Shinsetsu got a good look at just what her former friend had become.
Molten amber eyes peirced her vision, reading her mind as she took in the amusement there. She face had aged to someone a year or two younger than herself, hair changing from silver to garnet as the light wind rustled it in the evening light. The most prominate thing, though: four dark red tiger-strips on her right cheek, from high cheek bone to pointed chin; the symble of Spirit's Shadow, though the crescent moon rounder and more prominate, surrounding her left eye.
Once, only, had she heard of something as such. And then, half the Lesser town of Spirit's Stone had been destroyed and all who challenged the beast were ripped to shreds. This was Chison's fire form, one of six known, and part of her Lost heritage...
The Remembering Self smiled, revealing dagger-like teeth, the canines sharp as ice-swords. This frightened the frozen Shinsetsu, and though she tried to make her legs run, she was paralized in place.
The Enemy's fear only excited the new Chison more. 'So much fun!' Oh, she loved the thrill!
"Hishinrisa!" the attacker commanded her weapon. "Attack One: Shirita Nasha!"
A flow of lava erupted from the end of the three-times curved blade, melting all the ice in Shinsetsu's direction. The weilder of Shinri laughed maniacly, stopping only when her firey attack was stopped why a well placed barrior. The ice demon couldn't've mustered the stregnth of it, so who...
"Return Control!" an all too familair voice shouted. Her Master had commanded her, so she must obey...
Naruto's face swam before her eyes as she welcomed the darkness of oblivien, and she remember the rash young one she'd once met in Doseki's torcher chambers. She smiled at the past memory, when she'd been happy despite the abuse. When she'd helped him, once, and remember no past and no future but silver-tipped lash.
And Kyuubi, somehow knowing and remembering as well, smiled down at her with once again human like -but oh-so-beautius- features.
Remember...
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Chapter XI: To Capture a Secret , Scene : Itachi chat with a catured Chison (blank eyes)
She followed him, her the keeper of half her immortal being, to another place; walking away from the only one who completely understood.
While Kagen was brooding and the others debated amungst themselves, a dead-eyed Chison stood in the shadow of one person least expected: Uchiha Itachi, Vice-Leader of the orginaztion Akatsuki. Her soul-master and former advisor, O-eri Doseki, stood behind him, verious reports scattered across the bronze desk he leaned against, smirking at her with half-lidded eyes. He'd never been one for orginazation, she remembered.
The one she really had to worry about at the moment was sizing her up with cursed eyes, the ultimate punishment for past wrongs done to ones such as her by ones such as him. It was ironic, really, that the Uchiha Clan was praised and admired for something they should have been scorned for.
'Poor Master Naruto...'
But on the outside, she knew, her physical appearence never changed: she was blanked eyed and puppet like, doing as told with now free will. Dull blue eyes, hair loose from it's usual tight braid, flying wildly around her face in no apparent breeze; she looked like a perfect slave. And if not for Doseki-sama's (oh, how she hated having to call him that even in her thoughts) knowledge of her inward person and workings of her mind, the image would have worked.
"Leave her be, Itachi-san." Now that surprised her. What was he up to?
"She can't hear you, you know." Ah, so that was his game. If he discoraged the other, he would have her all to himself for a while, and would test the workings of his damn power over her -and it's extents.
"No," was the flat out reply.
Chison wanted to smirk, but she didn't dare give away active mind.