Yomi's Forgotten Past
Surrounded by foresting trees and shrubs, Uchiha Sasuke dozed away in his own thoughts. Kill him… kill him… kill him… he thought continually, his back still up against the body of a tree, unmoving to catch up with the team. His neck was still sore from the sudden attack earlier. He sighed. If only Itachi was alive, this would be much more enjoyable. Much more to look forward to. But then he suddenly realized I t. Now that Itachi was gone, what would he focus his life on? Training to kill someone who's already dead won't work out. He let out another sign. This time with a wave of grief through it. I should catch up in case that guy who I'm looking for shows up. Right now, I'll focus on killing that person since he killed Itachi, he decided.
Slowly, he got up, his legs trembling and unused. Bastard, I'll teach him to mess up my chances with Itachi. He rocked slowly, advancing forward, then zoomed into the forest in a blur. In his eye as he passed the waterfall, he found Sakura, with a serious look on her face. She'll mess it up in no time… Sasuke thought unconfidently, and then zoomed into the forest with greater speed.
Back in the forest near Konoha, where the sun was still shining and the mist was not present, bugs swarmed loudly.
"Gyahh! Get these damn bugs off of me!" Taiyou screamed, face half full of crawling bugs, the other half with bugs still advancing upward his robe. Shino flashed a knowingly glare. The bugs continued to advance, giving a display of crawling black figures all over Taiyou's face. Taiyou stopped yelling and screaming, and took a deep breath. The bugs continued to crawl all over him, as if not caring what could happen to them. Taiyou slowly closed his heavy-lidded eyes. When he suddenly reopened them, there was a disturbance.
Shino muttered out loudly. Wha-What's going on? He thought in shock. Taiyou seemed perfectly normal. "Ranpu Kawarimi no Jutsu (Light Replacement Technique)" Taiyou muttered out. He began to glow. Slowly and steady-paced, he began to fade. away into the light. The bugs ascended, now having no job to finish, they drifted back through Shino's sleeves.
"Na-Nani?" Shino quietly murmured, the spots of block retreating through inside him.
"Die!" Taiyou's voice cried out from the forest. Racing vines came from one direction, and darting branches came from another. Shino was caught suddenly by surprise, and held in a tight grip of tightening and uncomfortable greenery. It continued to squeeze. Tighter. And tighter. Tighter until Shino could feel his breath whistling out from his mouth, his nostrils.
Taiyou's figure slowly emerged from the ground, as if he were part of it. "You just don't get it do you? Whenever I'm outside, I'll always win the fight." He said these words confidently as the last parts of his body emerged from the unsteady floor beneath them. They were only a few feet away from each other now, and Shino could feel that this fight was about to get much more serious. "Now, smile wide, and say… cheese!" He held a hand right in front of Shino. It seemed to gather light energy, and then, with a full shot, shone brightly and surrounded Shino, making him only see blurs of white and green, until he fainted.
Kageken Yomi's figure slowly came out in a slow pacing way through one of the dark, shadowy branches he himself created. "This is how I get my victory, little kid," he said with an evil smirk.
"Don't bet on it blobface!" Shikamaru yelled at him. He obviously still doesn't know my name yet, Yomi decided. I should tell him to shut him up.
"The name's Yomi, little kid, and I'm not here to play word games. I'm here to kill." After all, that was what they said in my country, in the Hidden Shade. Especially my family. They were one of the poorest but most successful clans there. Until that madman… Yomi drifted away in his thoughts as he got his chakra ready for his attack on the unsuspecting boy in front of him:
It was a dark, blurry day, as always. The sun never shone on the Hidden Shade Country, for if it ever did, techniques would be uncompleted, training would have failed, and the hidden country wouldn't be hidden anymore. And let's face it. It'd just disturb the people. They've never seen sunlight before, so why show it to them when they've gotten so used to the shadowy place, anyway? There was no point.
Yomi stood in the darkened yard, his sight unbothered by the shadowy surroundings. A ninja must learn to work even in the harshest of areas, he thought. He was still 12 in this memory, probably too dimwitted to comprehend anything in life, but still, he worked hard. He knew this country's beliefs, and he knew it was the path he had to walk. So he chose not to be a failure, not to be one who is looked down on. He threw another kunai at the unsuspecting shadow figure.
A direct hit! It had hit the dummy with a direct hit! But it didn't matter to Yomi. He knew that he had to make his pace quicker, his throws slicker, his eyes more watching. He heard muffled voices surrounding him. Must be people around watching me, but I'm not watching them. He hated all this attention. At least we're in the Shadow Country, where you can't tell people apart very well. In this country, size, shape, and looks didn't matter. Since everyone was shrouded in darkness, no one cared if you looked ugly or beautiful. It was one quality he liked. Although, they did have to kill all the time, even the smallest of kids, but, that was their way of training, and if Yomi had to take that path, then of course, he would. He wanted to exceed the exceptional.
He closed his eyes. Waited. Waited for the moment. The precious moment when the people finally leaved him be. The moment never came. That's it. I'm not letting these onlookers slow me down! He though angrily. He threw another kunai at the shadow dummy he made with his technique. A successful hit. Another throw. Another successful hit. This hasn't stayed training anymore, he realized. It's just play now. Now that I've mastered throwing kunais, it's just play.
He continued his "play" for another hour, and finally gave up and started his way home. He whiffed in a large scent of something. Flowers? No. Flowers don't grow here. But what was that sweet, sweet smell? When his eyes got adjusted to the darkness more, he realized it. Just another pastry shop. Another bakery shop I can't afford to buy anything from. He sighed. Although he worked hard and did his best, he could stand being poor. But it wasn't his fault his parents didn't make enough money from missions. This is a pretty poor country, since we shut down most of our natural resources except air and water. We even shut away sunlight because the ancestors wanted us to know the value of hard work. Too bad they're not succeeding with most kids.
He walked past the bakery shop reluctantly, and continued his path home. Along his path, his ears found the voices of children laughing and teens having fun. How can they have so much time for that? He though angrily. Shouldn't they be training and working their hardest too? Why is our world so damn lazy! He felt his anger bubble up inside of him. He commanded it back down. Back down deep inside his heart.
He felt soft wetness brush against his arm. What was that? More soft wetness. On his hands now. His legs. His shoulders. His hair. The coldness seemed to sink down into his body, so cold and wet, so uninviting. So pouring, so freezing. It was rain, he realized. Rain. I wonder what rain looks like, he thought, still moving across his path. He saw nothing but blackness, only his hearing and touch guided him. But he recognized this path well. It would not take long to get home. 7 more steps forward, then 54 steps left, then turn a right for 27 steps… he memorized completely. He felt like a blind person. But how would he know? He couldn't tell if he really was blind or if he could see. None of it really mattered to him anyway.
His sopping wet clothes slummed his pace, the wetness prickling against his hair like icy-cold shards. A bitter taste hit the back of his throat. The sudden bitterness surprised him. The smell seemed so fresh, so sour, he was sure he'd smelt it long before. But what was it? When he finally recognized, he started racing home. No! It can't be! Not now!
He was panting wildly now, the cold wet air mixed in with the unpleasant smell mixed in him with every breath. His foot came across something wet and sticky. He cried out in disgust. He continued his path to find moth sticky puddles. The same kind of puddles that held the bitter unpleasant taste. The same kind of puddles that he dreaded. No.. Not… the only thing I care about! Please not now! He tripped over something heavy and large.
He merely tripped, and got back on his feet rather quickly. No! Please no! He felt the heavy subject with his arms, slowly and quietly to himself, he made out the face. Long, silky hair, a well proportioned nose, small freckles, small lips and beady eyes. His mother! No, please not them! Don't tell me they've come! He suddenly heard moaning from the right side. He quickly turned his head. He raced to the place panting hard and low.
"Who's there? Please, tell me! Who's there?" Yomi cried out, desperate for help.
A low moan came again. A moan that sounded like a helpless cry from… his father! "Father! Father, where are you! Father!"
"Yomi…" the voice of his father cried out in a distressed concern. "The other clans have come… to kill our family." Yomi couldn't believe it. He knew that the other famous clans were jealous of his clan because they were so poor yet so successful, but they wouldn't hate us enough to kill us, would they? He had to find out.
"Father! Father, are you all right?" he cried out in concern. No reply came to him. Only a heavy thud rang in his ears. And he knew why. His father had fallen. He was dead, he knew. There was no use in saving it away, in pushing everything he had worked for and with away. I'll kill all these damned clans! With that though, he raced back through the darkness, his senses sharp as ever, an intent to kill shone in his glassy eyes.
He heard a loud laughing behind him. "Looks like there's only one little kid left of the damn clan. Should we kill him?" he heard a voice cry out.
"No, let's have fun letting him suffer for now. Let's use… this!" another voice cried out, in half enjoyment half excitement. Yomi wasn't scared. I'll show them to mess with me, he though.
He felt a dark energy surround him. He knew that this was the time to release it. Shades of purple and black were slightly seen in the darkness. A sudden grip took him by surprise. It didn't matter. The person was dead. Yomi quickly turned his head back. He heard the stranger cry out loudly, as if something had just hurt him vitally. Yomi knew, of course, that something did hurt him vitally. He knew exactly what. And that same thing will wipe out all these bastards and their stupid clans.
Yomi put together the regular hand seal. "Kai!" he declared with incomparable force. He felt the energy rise up from deep inside him, and then like a wave of power over and over again, his power began to flow out. Releasing his secret to the whole village, hurting them, eradicating them. All around he heard screams of surprise and agony. That'll teach you to mess with my clan! He screamed loudly in his mind. More waves of power seemed to flow out. He could feel it escaping his body. He knew the force was hungry. And he would hold back its restrictions no longer. The cries of death continued until they finally stopped. Only the pattering of the rain against solid objects could be heard now. The rain was heavy; it seemed to drag on his clothes forever. Damned… clan, he though, unable to control his power any longer. Slowly, it began crawling back into the depths of his emotions, slowly and steadily, it began to reform its place in the young boy's body.
I've lost all hope for this pathetic country, he decided. He walked slowly past the many dead bodies on the floor, only slightly touching them by the foot. Hate, hate, hate were the only words on his mind right now. He got all of his things ready, and took one last hearing of the silent country. No one knew what he had just done. They won't figure out my secret for a long time, he thought. They may never find it out. He tied his headband to his leg, and tied a blindfold to his eyes, it's going to be hard dealing with the sun once I get out of here, he realized. With that, he used his secret power to escape out of the country safely and soundly.
Damn it. Where do I go from here? He asked himself. Anywhere but here, he realized. And he walked into the pillaring forests, and all the while he could feel the sun spill on his neck, his shoulders, lifting an entire weight off his shoulders. No clan to worry about… finally… I can train alone now… and forever it shall stay this way.
As he was sucked out of his memory, Yomi's chakra had gathered enough to do the trick. "Die, little boy," A tremendous amount of black energy formed around his palm, and then widened quickly around the whole area, engulfing the area, leaving nothing but total blackness now.