-Nenin's Point of View-

"..." E-Everything's pitch-black again... Nngh... My head, what... What happened?

"Nngh..." I can't feel... The... Ground... Rrgh... I can't... Feel... My head... I can't remember what, what happened. Floating... In black space... What's going on, this must be some sort of genjutsu...

"Urgh...!" M-My heart... It's pounding, so much... Pain... Urgh...! Did I... Die...? No... I have to stay calm... If I want to break out of the... The genjutsu, then I must stay focused.

It's tempting... Enticing... Luring... It's... Urgh...! It's driving me insane! I feel as if I could shriek and yell all I want yet it won't be heard...! This... Just seems so familiar... The fragrance of pure blandness of all my six senses... Sight. Scent. Touch. Sound. Taste. Balance. All... Void. How is this...?

"...!" What the...?

"By the Moon Oracle, where am I...?" I mentioned to myself. Huh? T-This...? Every sense; every perception rushed through my body more eager than Sironar would to reunite with me on that first second. The sight, the abyssal blackness was crushed by the colorful variety of my surroundings. It's... It's relieving to feel... Alive...

"Did someone call me?" T-That voice... It... It IS him! Again! He came...! I felt weak and I sat on the ground with my back against a tree. Scratches all over my body... What... Happened...

"Oh, come on Nenin Hugeato. Don't tell me you forgot, did you?" That... Pure voice... It... It's taking some sort of form from my voice. Yet... His is more... Angelic... And... Younger... I certainly did not forget you, Moon Oracle.

"No, I did not, your Brightness." The Bright One contacted me again... This must be essential... I don't remember anything that happened before the... Blackness occurred. I raised my head and noticed Sironar charging toward me, and Kemari standing in alarm, both of them frozen in time. This is no genjutsu, the Moon Oracle is indeed channeling my quintessence a second time, now... I remember...

"There is no need to be formal, Nenin." The Moon Oracle walked into my sight slowly, increasing the intensity of the light with every pounding step, the sound traveling to my ears faster than a gavel can determine the sentence of a criminal. Once the light was extremely concentrated that it could blind a regular shinobi, he spoke; my heart was racing and filled with curiosity.

"Need a hand?" He extended his hand in my view, winking and giggling vaguely. Wait!

"Come on Nen, don't be such a scaredy-cat!"

"Wha-? I'm not going near your wolf, what if it'll..."

That was... Sironar's giggle when he was eight and I was nine and back at the Hugeato hideout, it sounded... Like a perfect imitation.

"Is something ailing you?" The Moon Oracle spoke while I was spacing out.

"No. Nothing is, thank you." I reached toward his hand and he pulled me up. I felt foolish to daze out in front of the Moon Oracle. He took the same appearance as his last visit; unadorned, white skin, warped gray pants, sympathetic gray eyes and long gray hair the same in length as mine. He still took on the age of an eight-year old, perhaps because of the same reasons as before.

For a god he's seemingly astounded by the surrounding environment, he could pinpoint the moon even in this hour of rain. But I know for certain he has something more important to talk about.

"As soon as you entered the portal created by Kemari Tanami and Sironar you were out unconscious." The black rift... But then why are we here, if we should be in that black space? I addressed the question to the Moon Oracle.

"I stopped time here, you were conscious at this moment, but I didn't contact you in the void because I need visuals to explain to you what I will soon." Hmm, he needs visuals to explain me something, besides, I don't think in the rift, when all my six senses are cut off I can do anything to help him.

He appeared disappointed before he spoke. "I assume you realize you have a less amount of time left to live..." H-Huh?

"W-What do you mean?" I asked confusedly, uncertain of what he meant.

He sat down on the grass, his left leg resting sideways on the ground and his right leg upward; he rested his right elbow at his right knee. He also slightly tilted his head sideways to the left.

"Don't tell me you don't remember... You performed Zenaq's Fury and transformed into Zenaq's reincarnation; the bipedal humanoid wolf the others saw." Zenaq's... Fury...? I-I don't remember that... Zenaq... Younger brother to the First Getsukage and originator of the Hugeato clan... He created a jutsu and executed it to fend off the invading Akatsuki. However, since he died three days after due to the jutsu, it was ranked kinjutsu; it was forbidden to use regardless of such dangerous circumstances.

"How would I know such a complicated jutsu? I don't even know how I accomplished such a difficult kinjutsu; I didn't even know!" I argued unknowingly. I wouldn't risk my life just for a kinjutsu that would last a few minutes; there are other means of gaining such power.

"You are bewildered, a person, let alone you, Nenin, cannot easily concentrate that much chakra and without the proper sequence to correctly carry out the jutsu." He explained further. I agree with him, I only know information of the jutsu, not on how to balance my chakra, and the hand signs to actually perform it...

His eyes were looking at a butterfly also frozen by his channeling. "Do not allow that to ail you, Deyanira positioned the information in your mind and ordered it to execute it flawlessly." But wait... I don't understand... His eyes kept meandering around the frozen scenery aimlessly. For a god he acts exceptionally casual.

"She combined both the capabilities of the Sharigan and Plyden to infuse the intelligence along with the proper execution order in your brain, causing you, Nenin, to resort to the kinjutsu to battle the girl, Kurai Homura." Grr...

"Just look at your clothing, Nenin." My... Clothing? I stared down to see what he meant; my attire was blood-tainted heavily along with major rips and shreds covering every noticeable spot on my outfit. Along with my skin, which was also badly scratched and scarred, I appeared to have been the after-math of a full-scale brawl. This is unbelievable... I've never been this roughly... Wounded before... And yet I don't feel a thing...

"That's not even the half of it." The Moon Oracle continued. I stood near the tree with all kinds of overwhelming thoughts; I was practically shaking and... And I didn't even know!

He stood up gradually and strolled to the tree I was gaining support from and tightened his right hand to an empty spot on the tree while stretching his respective arm; his body facing me. I had to furrow my eyes because even his light can be too blinding and since he was very close to me. "Why do you think your upper-right chest area is enveloped with blackness?" I responded to his question by placing my free hand at my upper-right chest area, which happened to be my heart region. Since my outfit was majorly torn there, and by the looks of it, about the size of my hand, I felt the area. It was crusty and scaly like a fish and it was a huge black bruise. H-How did I get this...? This is all getting progressively more chilling with every fact he throws out at me!

"That is Zenaq's Syndrome; it is what killed Zenaq and the two others who performed the kinjutsu. There is no known successful treatment to it, it manifests the heart area to the bruise similar to yours and it kills within days." K-Kills within days?

"That means... I-I'm going to die?" N-No way... T-This can't be...!

"Don't be frightened Nenin, you are going to be saved." Oh... T-Thank you... I sigh in relief and close my eyes.

"Well... Not technically cured... But the Fifth Hokage, along with Sironar, are going to stall the infection, so that you'll have much more time." The Fifth Hokage... Lady Tsunade? And... Sironar? How...? This all doesn't add up...

"Oh, and one more thing, Nenin,"

Took a month to write three chapters, which this and the following two chapters are part of. Is that bad?

Swirly blackness... Moon Oracle-liness...

And I have a feeling that I'll never get back to Nen's POV in the real world... =\

Enjoy!

P.S I do feel that I'm copying the Rosalia Virus from Trauma Team.