Chapter 2 "I Will Never Forgive You"

I woke up in the middle of the night...again with a shudder, thinking I saw something for a second. Ever since I joined the ROOT I tend to end up sleeping during the day most of the time when I come back home. I can't trust my 'friends' to not pull a silver blade out on me while I sleep since some of them always are up to impressing One, Tsukiko and Natsumi aren't particularly close to me either but they won't hurt me. I am not being paranoid, I have many scars that say otherwise from my days at command on the front-lines. I blew air through my nostrils trying to clear out the dust and feed more anger to my thought train. They are also keen on informing her about how my decisions on the field are morally inappropriate, only a fool puts morals before actions in such minuscule conflicts as these. Rebellion my ass all I see are a bunch of losers that are too cowardly to live in reality.

My thoughts were interrupted as I suddenly stared at the black wet nose that appeared in front of me move closer as its owner observed me with excitement. I pushed myself upright lazily with one arm to make room for Miso. The fox had decided to expand in size to that of a fully-grown Labrador as he lay on his back, with his snout resting on my leg. "Better?" I whispered before Miso uttered a hushed, "Yip." I smiled before licking my dry lips. "But of course." I responded then as I began to rub my eyes whilst I sat in the center of the bed leaning against my wall. My head craned to stare out my skylight, at the stars jumping to erratic positions from the raindrops pounding at the glass.

I was tired. Tired of living in a place where every day kids are trained to kill and people openly embrace our instinctive hatred, lust and greed like animals. While the people like me who actually think for a second that there is more to us than fucking and kicking a ball around are seen as dangerous or paranoid. I know while the Konoha region of the empire was never really accepting of different people, even before the Empire's existence, I've never been in such a passive-aggressive place in my life. I hate to admit it but I was sort of relieved to discover I had a condition that made me dislike being around others, it made me think I wasn't insane, though I don't believe for a second I was born like this. Born hating that I have to live but to afraid to die, that wasn't me, I can't accept that I was given birth to by my mother like this. They made this thing I am now, this 'person' that'd rather be in a cell than a crowd, I hate people so much. I hate walking anywhere, I feel eyes that aren't there, judging and criticizing me. I feel that I have to tug on my clothing and fix the faults that aren't there, I try to fix what's under the skin. I detest the way they lie, cheat, steal or even love it makes me angry because I can't do nothing but hate, a Uchiha can only hate and that's what was thrust upon me to be; an Uchiha. My mother is the kindest person I've ever met and just not to me but still even after Dad...they still treat her like shit. Because of what some old fucks did so long ago. I was molded by those bastards to hate, no. I don't hate people, or love them, or fear them, I don't care about them and that feels so much worse. The only things that pull me away from being a mindless beast are my family's bonds of love...and the Emperor's fucking leash.

All our pain originated because of ignorance, complete utter ignorance and stupidity. The late "Hero of Konoha" was renowned for his control over his tailed beast and being the strongest Jinchūriki since the Sage of the Six Paths. But as to be expected it wasn't always like that: orphaned at birth, kicked out of the orphanage at age five, he lived alone until he got married in his twenties. How fucking surprising...here in Konoha? At an early age the aging Third Hokage gave him an apartment of his own, left him a monthly allowance and let the kid do whatever he wanted. Which wouldn't have been that bad if Konoha wasn't a shithole, very few stores allowed him entry and all but one overcharged him severely not a very fair deal as he was barely older than a toddler and financial responsibility was lost on him. They were never able to beat him physically, but being denied existence as a human and seeing those eyes full of hate every day without stop for twelve years...I couldn't handle that, not alone, I would've gone insane and killed someone...or myself I just know it.

"Heh, not exactly the greatest thoughts to have to coax myself into going to sleep, huh?" I said to myself as I ran my hand through my hair. I then traced my jawline, feeling the stubble growing as I stared up at the moon through the skylight groaning when I felt the familiar feeling of bruises lining the dominant hand I use when using a sword. Shimura has skill there is no doubt about that. "Still...no matter how difficult this gets my Father bought me this second chance I won't let him down," I said to Miso. He seemed to give me the canine equivalent to a smile. I looked down at the cyan-green crystal lying hanging over my chest waiting for the relief it seemed to give me ever since I first received the Kyūbi.

"Chidori!" Suddenly my mother's voice rebounded down the hallway suddenly causing me to wake up completely. My eyes widened, activating my Sharingan before I shot chakra to my feet as I jumped up, sticking to and running along the ceiling to my Mother's room in one primal leap. As I bounced to the wall parallel of my room's doorway and ran down the hallway. As I made my way to my mom's room my eyes met my mother's form, I saw her with her arm cloaked in lightning and buried in a man's chest. She also had her Chokutō, straight sword that grandfather had given her, drawn in a reverse grip behind her parrying a Kunai wielding Kunoichi. I immediately pointed at a third attacker guarding the door and watched Miso stalk up behind the Assassin at full speed, I inhaled deeply, directing wind chakra towards my lungs as I nodded and attacked simultaneously with Miso, I could almost make out the sound of the man hitting the floor and the screaming as Miso tore at his throat as I shouted, "Wind Style: Air Bullet!" Causing a burst of concentrated air to shoot from my mouth, the pressurized air rammed the knife-wielding assailant in the chest, splattering gore on the wall behind her and ensuring my mother's safety for the moment. 'He's not getting back up for sure...' I thought with a tinge of dark humor until a particularly gross squelch from Miso's efforts startled me. Sensing a large chakra signature approaching I flared my chakra to alert any nearby ANBU or siblings. I rushed to the main entrance with my Ninjatō at the ready after telling Miso to watch Mom and sniff for more Assassins only to discover Emperor Shimura. "We need your help. We were attacked...may have been the traitors you mentioned earlier. They were too organized to be Remnant." I said while using some ice chakra to freeze the blood on the outside of my mom's cut, to stanch the bleeding from a wound on my Mother's side. Shimura rushed forward suddenly but stopped to parry Shio's Ninjatō, fighting to reach his throat. My brother the pivoted with his sword to prepare for an overhead slice to Shimura's shoulder blade when Shimura dodged backwards and caught the blade, his armored gloves stopped the blade immediately and he countered with a Jutsu of his own. "Chidori." He uttered as he slammed his own lightning blade through the sword and penetrated my brother's forearm. I pounced to my brother's side, grabbed the grown man's throat and choke slammed him hard enough to dislocate his shoulder with a snap. As his lightning blade dissipated my brother stomped on his chest causing us to discover he was a mere shadow clone. We turned and saw our mother collapsed with two silhouettes hovering over her. I also saw Miso fighting two huge brown dogs in the hallway corner we ran out from. In anger, my brother inhaled and yelled, "Fire Style: Running Fire!" A ring of fire burst into existence and surrounded the pair of enemy ninja. I brought my hands together and formed the Ram hand seal and exhaled towards the flames, "Wind Style: Divine Wind." The flames skyrocketed and the pair had to get closer to the center to avoid being burned. With the assailants taken care of I sprinted forward and grabbed my mother as well as drawing my revolver at in one swift motion. I fired two shots immediately, thankful that I was carrying a double-action model that didn't require me to cock the hammer after every shot, scoring two head shots. Satisfied with my results I promptly activated my Shunshin and disappeared in a flurry of leaves.

We reappeared on the roof of the Hospital. As soon as my feet hit the concrete I pressed a seal under my wrist, summoning Miso in a puff of smoke with blood covering his snout and fore paws. My brother arrived right after from within the earth, surrounded my vines. I activated the only healing jutsu I knew and with Shio's help began to heal our mother. My eyes began to water and burn, my mother wasn't breathing as much anymore and the bleeding wouldn't stop. I checked her for any signs of life once more when she suddenly grabbed my hand and spoke softly, "Shio you must find the twins and you better be prepared I can't tell you what you'll see." My brother grimaced then tightened his grip on his Kunai before asking me for a firearm. I tossed him my snub-nosed small black revolver. "Holds five .22 rounds. I don't have any more on me...I was sleeping after all." I said trying to fight back tears. "I can go in a moment, I'll send clones for now." He said seriously as five copies of him appeared in a burst of smoke and disappeared. My Mother pulled me into her chest. "Shio...Kiri, I want to say that everything will be alright and you won't be hurt again but I can't guarantee that. I can't protect you from the world even though I'd give anything to. I was weak and...now I have to pay the consequences. You four are the best things that ever happened to me...I've never cared for anything like I do for you...I...don't want to leave you alone..." She said softly, my chest started to hurt. "You must rest Mom don't spea-" I started. "I can't rest anymore...all of you must try to find someone who will be able to care about you like your father did for me..someone who can see something in your eyes besides darkness...someone who just makes you happy even when they don't try to. I also...want you to beat these...frumpy, pieces of shit and show them what a real Shinobi can do. What an Uzumaki can do..." She continued causing me to give in and nod with my face tense. I felt my Mother's eyes burn with intensity as Miso darted to my side and rested his head against my thigh trying to comfort me for the coming storm. Damn fox always did seem to read people quicker than I did...

Shio was beside me doing his best to shield my mother's body from the rain with his own. "Do you remember the wall in the Uchiha Hideout that you two would always play by with your toy guns in when you were little?" We nodded. "There is a last resort method for the clan's survival that was designed in the days of the First Hokage's reign, if you search behind the Sage's monument there will be a hidden room and if you offer your blood a seal will...well... I don't know exactly but it's supposed to help you get strong enough to protect what's important. That's all I want..." My mother explained as she coughed violently, blood pouring from her wound. I sat there full of hatred directed at myself for being powerless to help my own mother. "Find something worthy of protection boys and be sure to take care of your little brother and sister...they love you very much...and so do I. " My mother fell silent. My eyes widened as the sky went silent as a lightning strike lit up the night. "Mother?..." I shifted her torso slightly. "Mom!..." My brother exclaimed as I let out silent crimson tears shaking my mother to no avail. "Mama!?" I cried out.

"No...NO!" Yelled my brother and I simultaneously. I grabbed my mother's sword, throwing my Ninjatō to my brother for him to hold in his other hand as we darted to the most populated part of Konoha, towards Shimura's house. "I won't be the only one to lose a family member tonight...I swear on my Mother and Father. " I screamed in my head as I felt the Kyūbi's Chakra go wild from my anger, gaining seven tails and giving my brother two subconsciously. I could tell Kurama was angry as well. I bolted towards the Emperor's private residence ignoring the sensation of my skin peeling away. I ran up to the entrance kicked the door in and impaled the attendant through her eye-socket without hesitation or thought, but my eyes never left the door ahead of us. I ran throughout the complex breaking everything in my way and smashing furniture every time I was met with an empty room, never paying heed to the lack of guards like an idiot. I entered the last unexplored room and was met with a room full of seals. I felt the familiar burning of silver meeting my flesh and I lost consciousness.

I sometimes wish I never woke up.

A Week Later

Bleeding heavily from my tree root stitched abdomen, the Kyūbi berated me for my foolishness as I was being paraded through the city for a public execution since I survived in the cave, my hands bound and bleeding heavily from my throat and chest. Crimson tears fell from my eyes. While I was proud of myself for my perseverance, Kurama was worried because while their torture damaged me, the lengths I met to survive we're far more taxing to say the least. The Nine Tails usually took care of any wound but like everything else Shimura saw to that. I wouldn't heal from these scars. I looked disgusting, like my skin had been chipped at carefully with an artisan's chisel. But the worst part was that these eternal marks weren't random scratches, they were warnings and labels written by my tormentors, written in all the languages spoken was a warning to fear this demon if discovered and my weakness such as silver or electricity. I stared at the sky wondering why these monsters around me get to live happily, lying to themselves that they are good people while I get nothing but pain.

"Because they don't have a mind of their own or the will to think like we do. They live focused on one useless thing after another until a foolish mistake, disease or time kills them and then they disappear in obscurity. With their lives as pathetically small and lacking of meaning as their meager brains. "Kurama exclaimed in a voice radiating with hatred, I raised my head acknowledging the Fox's wise words. "He doesn't want a single person who can stop what he has put in motion to even realize that he's done anything wrong. Kirisuto, have you noticed that you've seen none of Team Nakama since you returned? Or your aunt, your uncle, your cousin or the twins. All our allies are missing, with only our enemies remaining." My jaw tightened even more as I looked around before seeing nine figures lifting a corpse for me to see. I roared in anger at the sight of my Mother's corpse being strung up naked and bloodied.

I lost it. "You...fuckers...I trusted you and you treat her like this. We served you trash and protected you from harm over and over again yet you treat my mother, a war veteran, like this?...I will kill you...I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU IN YOUR SLEEP, IN YOUR SCHOOLS EVEN IN YOUR HOUSE OF YOUR GOD I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU LIKE RABID DOGS!" I screamed so hard my voice cracked and I hung my head praying for an answer. To finally be seen as life form worthy of a response besides those damning eyes...those terrible, judgmental eyes. It came in the form of a man I saw only once long ago. He came close his breath stained with alcohol. "You're all monsters...especially you. You're born so you can kill each other like animals begging for more power at our expense." I trembled with fear under his gaze. This was the man who caused for the Fox to be given to me...why I was hated even even more than when I was younger...why the twins never got to know our father. "Why couldn't you have died with your parents? I'm sick of seeing your sickening black ugly eyes, we all are. You are disgusting. " I trembled for a split second fighting away tears before I reached up and sank my teeth into his gnarled throat. Causing the man screeched like a pig, only to be silenced when hundreds of shards of frozen blood shot out of the back of his neck. My handlers rushed to finish me, but I placed a hand on the pig's corpse and his blood erupted from his body and towards them as a liquid before freeing, turning into a rain of needles, slicing into my handler's bodies. I ripped the silver bindings from my arms and threw the fat fuck into the crowd of dogs, getting a satisfyingly pathetic wail of terror in response. The crowd's gaze met my now crimson, slitted eyes accentuated by the numerous bloody scars lining my face. I slashed at the air with my clawed hands and violent gusts of pressurized air sailed through the crowd, killing dozens and causing the rest to flee. The gender and age of those slaughtered were of no concern to me, they are all nothing but wastes of life that provided nothing to the world but arrogance and noise.

I then quickly turned to the instigators of my blood rage and stared at the nine figures before me as a river of blood rushed toward me, carrying their lifeless containers in their torrents. "They made us..." One started before I burst forward and lifted her and Eight by the skull while my red river surrounded the rest of the group. "I...wanted to fit in with you so I did everything you asked. I even held back so we were on equal and all I got was insults and names and your damning...disgusting, putrid blue eyes bearing into me. To me..every time you paraded your lack of decency, attachment or even awareness I wanted to kill you. I hated how much you were fine with being a dirty slut! YOU LIKED BEING A EMOTIONLESS WHORE AND I HATED THAT SO MUCH! But...I still stayed silent." I exclaimed as I activated the proof of the severity of my pain, my Mangekyō Sharingan. A red diamond surrounded by angular forms floated over blackness, a black slitted iris stationed in the middle of the diamond bore into my teammates' soul. "You caused so much pain, so much sadness to my family and then act like a BITCH ASKING FOR MERCY!? You lack the dignity to die accepting your actions...I-I'm done." I said with a wavering voice, dropping the pair to their knees as I felt tears sting my eyes once more. The bitches looked up at me surprised. "I'm done with people..." I said before staring at Eight while willing for the blood to capture the other, the river split off and formed a serpentine creature made of frozen blood before constricting One. My left eye closed, trembling in pain, all of the causes of my pain sadness and hate flooded the left side of my vision. So much emotion made me unaware of the burning sensation or the blood pooling from my tear ducts. "Amaterasu." I uttered before the teen screeched as the flames of Hell eagerly surrounded their newest soon to be occupant, giving me a sense of peace.

"Stop Nine!" I turned to meet my team leader as I disengaged my Mangekyō and sneered as the tomoe in my iris returned to spin in my pupil at a furious pace."How much did they pay you?" I said shaking in anger, the way this monster faked sympathy sickened me to the core. "We really didn't want to!" She begged fighting to free herself from the frozen bodily fluids. "Shut the fuck. up. You haven't felt sorry for anything in your life!" She smirked then giggled and finally laughed. "I did it for free, Shimura-sama agreed to let me get closer to Daisuke in exchange for my loyalty." She said as she made progress at escaping and cracked the icicles somewhat. I gripped my own scalp so hard in anger with my nails that it shed blood as I cover my face trying to absorb the selfishness and inhumane this cunt was. "Then that's a damn shame," I muttered as she squinted in confusion. "I will ensure you will die as sad and alone as my mother did..." I stated as my frown became an expressionless line as I raised a loose fist. "Constrict, Frostbite." I said with more confidence than at any other time in my life, I knew with every fiber of my being that my actions were just. I cherished the expression of horror that crossed the slut's face when she discovered that the blood construct was sentient, it was alive in a way. Frostbite's jagged underbelly dug into her flesh, rending it apart, she started to shiver and her pale skin turn blue over the minutes as I stared into her eyes, pushing all the pent of anger I felt rom being ignored and hated into the open. I showed her what it felt like to be seen as less than human and I loved every moment of it. After several moments if satisfaction I said the next part of the process. "Kill her." I uttered and as my brain sent signals through my nervous system directing my hand to clench into a fist they were overwhelmed by the sensation of an unnatural amount of heat covering my head and upper torso, obscuring my vision, before receiving an uppercut to the chin knocking me backwards. "Lava Style: Magma-boarding." Was all I heard before the lava burned my ears.

I immediately exerted wind chakra in every direction to stun my attacker and then formed ice between my flesh and what lava remained. After my wounded flesh was encased I used Shunshin to appear on a nearby rooftop. I bit my bottom lip to force myself not to scream as the Kyūbi sent his chakra throughout my body to heal, I helped sped up the process with a basic healing ninjutsu. I wanted to flare as much chakra as possible and heal immediately, but my attacker was still around, so I suppressed my chakra levels to remain discreet. I even resorted to lying prone in the depression where two buildings' rooftops met. My flesh was healed in a few minutes, but the burns from the branding irons stayed, lighter but still legible. After taking a deep breath and checking to make sure I was maintaining a stable flow of chakra for my Sharingan, I had prepared ice chakra to counter the lava and leapt from hiding. My eyes scanned my surroundings, looking for any signs of hostiles, I heard the sound of an aluminum can being crushed and felt heat approaching. I pivoted, creating an indefinite yet large around of sleet and covered my opponent's outstretched, sand-spear covered arm with sleet then dealt a powerful palm strike to the chin. As One collapsed to the ground my eyes remained fixed on my next opponent with a stern expression matched only by said opponent. Our eyes locked as I rose to my full height, history repeated itself as the Sharingan met the Rinnegan in battle.

"Was killing four family members not enough for you?" My cousin beckoned with a voice laced in barely reigned anger. My eyes softened a bit then widened in confusion "What do you mean Daisuke? Only my Mother has been killed and not by my hand." Daisuke growled lowly in his throat. "Stow the bullshit Kirisuto! I've already know what you've done to my parents!" He yelled as molten chakra mist emanated around his body with the occasional ember tapping a nearby power line or street lamp. "What are you talking about Nii-san? My Mother said they were on a mission together." I asked honestly confused. I could feel the anger rolling off of my elder cousin in droves. He placed his right hand on his left wrist and spread his palm open. "They did...but you and Shio murdered them on your way back from your mission! Didn't you!" He yelled as his eyes narrowed. Hearing random assholes from this pile of shit on the map insult me was one thing, but hearing my own blood make such hurtful claims..."THEY KILLED THEM NII-SAN! COME ON YOU MUST BELIEVE ME!" I exclaimed throwing down my packs of Kunai and Shuriken. His arm began to gather raw energy and chakra. My concerned frown faltered to a trembling line as I felt my eyes burn. My shaking hands managed to form a seal. A clone appeared at my side. "I'm sorry Kirisuto..." He started staring at me with deadened eyes and an expressionless countenance as magma chakra began to gather around his hand as I felt harsh winds and moisture surround my palm. "...It seems they were right..." He continued. My eyes burned more as my Sharingan evolved to its next stage instinctually. Daisuke stared at the eyes, as if they were taunting him in triumph. "...when they said the Uchiha temptation for power outweighed a family's bond." The only sound radiating in the area was the whistling of a sea breeze and crackling of momentarily. What you are done lying to my face?" He asked in a quiet and unusually calm tone of voice. "No..." I said with a regretful, wavering voice. My muscles in my body tensed and gathered residue chakra in preparation to pounce. "...I'm not good enough to convince anyone to listen to me. If you are doing this then there is no reasoning with you. You are one of them...you're in between the twins and me..." I responded.

We bolted forward simultaneously. "First Degree: Rasengan!" Shouted Daisuke as the sound of a piercing whistle penetrated the air. "Frostbitten Rasengan!" I shouted in response as his burning orb slid into my stitches reopening the wound, my Rasengan hit him dead center in the sternum. He was sent fly backwards prematurely, only allowing his magma to cauterize some of the flesh around the wound, unintentionally sealing the gash as well. I gripped the skin around the still bleeding area of the wound and forced the blood there to freeze, substituting coagulation. I stood shakily and after ensuring that Daisuke was alive and truly unconscious, I made my way home.

I walked past the dead squad of ROOT members instructed to attack my home, careful to not track any blood on the carpet. "Mother always hated when I spilt stuff the most." I thought solemnly as I passed the kitchen on the way to the entrance in my Parent's room at the end of the bedroom hallway. I stopped, observing Shio's old room to my left, he had moved out to an apartment about six months prior. It was somewhat disheveled. Like always but there was a layer of dust covering the room, Shio hated dust and cleared it out completely as often as possible. Shio always said that everything he owned was exactly where he wanted it and that if anyone tried to "clean" his room they would get a beat down. Though he was forced to store, hide, some of his stuff whenever Mom peeked in. I smiled slightly whenever I saw the picture we took at the frozen lake in Iron when we left for a 3-month vacation. The picture had captured Dad carrying a young Hanten, Shio and a skinny tween holding up a frenzied toad with mud streaks coating his face accentuating his grin. Seeing a younger me so happy was aggravating.

To my right were the twin's rooms, doors side by side. The door on the right led to Hanten's room, it was a barren room with the exception of a stylized poster of an ANBU Squad, a picture of Mom and Dad on his nightstand and picture of us all in the bottom right corner of his dresser mirror. I walked over and touched the photo gingerly before I hesitantly took the photo and put it in my jacket inner pocket. I also noticed a small seal etched in the mirror, behind where the photo would be, curious I pushed some chakra inside. But the seal refused to activate. "Hm...it's probably porn or something." Was all I mumbled as I left Hanten's room, I eyed Mazeru's room. The room was, well cluttered, assorted articles of clothing were scattered across the floor, and the discs to her video game console were all out of their cases on the floor near her TV. Even her desk where she mainly drew for fun and wrote her post-mission reports was covered in books and several weathered scrolls, probably filled with Jutsu. I swear no one observed the diversity of Jutsu more than Mazeru, she could easily become a scholar with all she knew but instead she was one of the best Kunoichi in the city. I smiled. Then my eyes were met with a disastrous sight, on the corner of her bed was a bra, which isn't strange to see in a 15-year-old's room, and a pair of boxers. I stared in disbelief and disgust until I noticed they were Hanten's boxers I felt relief until I noticed the implications for siblings' underwear to be by the bed. " I told her she should just ask mom to buy her some to wear as well, it's like anyone would...see that she wears them...THOSE BETTER BE HANTEN'S!" I exclaimed as I walked out, adding another reason to save the twins.

I came upon my room to my left I eyed it. It was rather ordinary to me. Not messy or neat with the only distinctive feature being the posters lining the walls and random props or replicas from movies or games I favored. I felt my eyes grow heavy with tears as I saw one of my prized possessions on top my shelf. To anyone else it would just be a worn run of the mill children's toy Kunai but to me it brought so many memories. I picked up the little toy with practiced fluidity. It was sky blue with stained white plastic mimicking bandages around the handle. Though the most noticeable characteristic of the toy was the two pieces of plastic on the corners of the Kunai resembling a Hiraishin Kunai. I remember my brother being so excited that he was able to buy a third Kunai so that he would be able to forge the first Hiraishin Kunai in decades so that when he becomes a S-Rank ninja the Kunai would become famous again. He was able to make a Hiraishin Kunai at the expense of his younger brother's favorite toy. I kept moving with a frown, remembering I didn't have time to dawdle.

I found the access hatch to the hideout in my mother's closet. Our house was built where the Naka Shrine once was and thus the hideout was under our house. I found the wall my mother mentioned and noticed several tomoe engravings were jutted out slightly more and pressed several in a clockwise pattern, like how they spin inside a Sharingan. The wall made a loud noise before copious amounts of dust expelled from the edges of the wall as I drifted backwards before lowering into a hole in the floor. The room was covered my seal characters very numerous and small that had been carved deeply into the stone walls. The writer really wanted to make sure the formula lasted the test of time. The room was completely empty and the characters created a pattern made of hexagons, the only unique area of the room being a circle in the exact center of the room. The characters formed a circle that the honeycomb pattern branched off from and in the center of the circle was an eye. It was stylized and drawn in a way that you couldn't determine if it was a left or right eye, it also appeared to be open but had no color to it. I drew a Kunai and sliced open the back of my forearm, it'd be foolish to injure my hand when I could be attacked at any moment. The blood dripped in the carved iris and dispersed across it equally before segments of the stone raised up, creating a picture...of my Mangekō Sharingan. Suddenly in the opposite corner of the room the corner seemed to disappear in darkness with a bit of light shining from within, whenever I tried to look in directly I felt nauseous and had to look away. It was like God erased that corner from existence. Putting trust in my mother's words, I patted the area where the picture of my siblings was located and jumped into the darkness.

I landed in a moonlit damp almost swamp-like forest with the water tower of a small town in the distance. "Who might you be Kid you're not pale enough to be dead...barely." A disturbingly deep voice said behind me. I turned and was met with a towering figure clothed in a crimson trench coat, hat and dress clothes underneath. The strange red tinted glasses of the man bore into my Sharingan. I tilt my head to the side and said, "Anata wa nani o itte iru?"

"Um...Konichiwa." He replied, utterly confused.

Chapter End