"Human Speech"

'Human Thinking'

"Yoma Speech"

'Yoma Thinking'

Disclamer: Don't own Claymore or Naruto, or Bleach. All characters are created from members of Ninja Nation, and the credits for this chapter goes as follows.

Nasamea for "Nasamea" Fizz, for "Suihou Fizz" Aki for "Aki" L for "Sanmaru" Lee for "Lee" Dean for "Tenchi" Zen for "Zen" Jin Chisoku for "Jin" Kyouken Uchiha for "Kyouken" Diabloss33 for "Sannam Namikaze"

Looming over her, Nasamea found herself in the worst situation possible. The deep gray skin of the Yoma rose from the forests' ill-omened background. Standing seven feet in height, the beast easily loomed over Nasamea and her short stature, which was now crumbled on the ground in front of it. Its face was horrible to look at, a wide forehead and spaced out eyes, and slits for ears. There was no nose; in its place were blood thirsty slits which sucked in the scent of blood and guts, its favorite meal. Attempting a slight smile, the Yoma looked down towards Nasamea, bending its oblong head towards her. The Yoma's nose tightened up, breathing in quick sharp breaths full of the smell of blood. Cowering in fear of her life, Nasamea reached for her sword, gripping it with her right hand tightly, readying it for defense. The Yoma stooped down, bending its massive body over hers, dropping its massive hands to either side of Nasamea, and covering her in its horrific presence.

"You're a pretty little girl, you know. Your soft face is perfect in shape, and the brown hair that laces around it is remarkable. Your skin is so angelic, your deep silver eyes, the way your slender body shapes your breasts. I think I'll…"

There was nothing left to do. She'd killed a Yoma already but lost her left hand in the process. The "hungry eaters" ate at least three times as much as a regular Yoma, with their power level at least three to four times more powerful. She was about to be raped, she was about to die, and there was nothing left to do. Surely she had her Soul Slayer, but they'd been limited before leaving the base. Having barely any chakra to her disposal, another disadvantage appeared in her mind, making the reality all that worse for her. Tears ran from her eyes, streams of life escaping from her body in fear. She didn't know what to do at all, and if she didn't figure it out, she would die.

"So you're going to take this easy…I like the ones that kick and scream."

From deep within her mind a small speck of light appeared, lingering within a deep abyss. It's survival in the darkness was astounding enough, so small a light should have been swallowed up instantly by the darkness. However, it lingered on, a faint glow of hope in the middle of the abyss, a small light, pulsing in a divine passion, beckoning Nasamea towards it. She answered the call, moving towards the small light in pure innocence, naked to everything around her. Nasamea drifted towards the light, embracing it with her hand, cradling it in her palms.

'What is this?'

The light pulsed on even more now, glowing brighter and brighter blinding out everything around her. The small light illuminated intensely as Nasamea covered it in her hands, taking control. The light embraced her, sending a rushing flow of energy throughout her body, bring her warmth and power to her body, channeling energy everywhere.

"You don't have to blink so har—". the Yoma spoke, snapping Nasamea out of her trance.

Interrupted by Nasamea, the humongous Yoma before her was staring directly into a katana, which had met its mark in between the eyes of the huge beast. Fearful of the outcome, Nasamea kept her katana still, not knowing whether the Yoma would strike again. She'd hit a weak spot on pure luck, and if it wasn't for her right hand moving on its own, she would have become the victim of a Yoma. The katana pointed in the head of the Yoma gushed blood from the wound, sending a streak of blood rushing down the blade towards Nasamea's hand. Grunting in pain, the beast moved back, throwing its body back up, forcing the sword out. The Yoma cried in pain, struggling to regain its composure. However Nasamea wasn't going to waste a second of time. Her legs were still intact, so as she quickly scurried them around, she rose on her feet, shaking in front of the delusional beast.

"Whether my left hand is gone or not, I have to take advantage of this!!!" Nasamea whispered to herself.

In a flurry of movement, Nasamea's legs pushed down towards the ground, bending her knees for power. She launched off towards the beast, running towards the Yoma with her blade skimming along the ground. After getting in range, Nasamea pushed her legs back, throwing her right arm left, in a quick slash at the demons neck. The target was indeed confirmed as blood began rushing out from its neck, drizzling her soft skin in its hot blood. With two injuries, the Yoma struggled, clambering all over the place, grunting for help. Nasamea jumped back, catching her breath, trying to gulp enough air for the last attack.

"Did I get you?"

With her eyes agape at the Yoma that was once bleeding and crying all over the ground, Nasamea looked up towards the same horrible beast. She knew that they were ranked for Captains, and naturally she assumed the worst about the demon playing around about its injuries, but never something like this. In an instant, the damage dealt towards the beast was gone, leaving Nasamea completely tired and out of luck. She breathed quickly as the Yoma resumed command of the battle. With a quick swipe of its hands, it sent Nasamea flying towards a tree, smashing into the trunk of it. The shaking branches frightened birds, leaving Nasamea with more damage. She'd officially failed. Continuing its power over Nasamea, the beast grabbed her head, dragging her whole body up to eye-level. A saliva-covered tongue lashed out on its own, slapping over her face.

"Time to eat"

Taking one last look at the Yoma, Nasamea tried bringing her blade up, but it was futile. The wind had been knocked out of her, and there was no possible way to come back from that. Barely handling on to consciousness, Nasamea started to get lightheaded and her vision began to fade. Hanging there in the balance, the balance between life and death, the Yoma smiled in enticement, and opened its mouth. A meticallic tip came forth, sliding its way towards Nasamea. The tip kept sliding, and suddenly stopped about an inch away from Nasamea's noise. Suddenly the tension in the Yoma's hand relaxed and the metal tip in the mouth of it twisted, carving a hole of spinning flesh and brains in the head and mouth of the beast. Nasamea dropped to the ground, barely holding consciousness.

"Suihou Fizz to the rescue."

Nasamea could hear the voice of Fizz, but she could barely see him. Her world was fading in and out, the light too much for her to handle. Her vision blurred along with her pulsing heart rate, throwing her senses off. Fizz was above her, his messy short brown hair along with his deep blue eyes, looking down on her face. Even now, even next to slipping away, she couldn't help but marvel at the skinny ninja that saved her life. Grasping up for his face she reached her right hand up, desperately grabbing for him until everything in her world went black.

"Don't try that. That's why I told you to stay behind. Now I got to heal you and shit…Augh! You're such a handful Nasa!"

"Is she alright Fizz?" Aki asked, appearing out of nowhere next to Zen, both of them sheathing their stained swords.

"She'll be fine, lucky for her we didn't take but about 2 minutes each, it looks like she handled the Yoma though, the one she was assigned."

"Well, do a blood pressure check, test some blood, run a scan on her brain waves—" Aki replied.

"What are you No. 25 Specialist Aki? I know what I'm doing."

"Just a suggestion..." Aki cowered.

"Well it doesn't matter you're going to have to take her anyways. We should have been back by now. We won't get in trouble, even I couldn't sense the "hungry eater" up until I saw it. I can't blame for failing, but I didn't expect this to happen. She's too weak for this…I'm going to have her put up in front of the Council to determine whether she stays or goes back home" Zen spoke.

"The Council?!! Why?!" Aki loudly asked.

"Even I think that's a bit drastic Sir, let me take her and train her."

"Leon has been going soft on you guys, but I don't blame him. You guys were stuck with No.30, it's to be expected."

Everyone stopped talking, wondering about Nasamea and her strength. It was true that she was the last of the last, and keeping her in the Military could have been the worst option. They all cared about her, but her abilities just didn't seem enough. No one wanted the worst for her, but they didn't want what was worse for the Military. Breaking the odd silence Fizz spoke.

"She checks out fine, her BP is a little too low, there's no sign of Yoma blood in her, which means no sign of Yoma influence in her brain. Her left hand however is severely infected and may have to be amputated..."

"Aki, let's go" Zen commanded.

Forming her hands into the tiger handsign, Aki began to execute a stream of handsigns, too fast for the human eye to see. Slowing down to a halt, she stopped on tiger once more and spoke the command.

"Way of Flight, No. 99, Teleport!"

A green circle carved into the ground around them, its source emitting from Aki's feet. The green chakra twisted around them, glowing brighter by the second. Aki released the handsign, and a green chakra surrounding them shot upwards, encasing them inside a pillar of energy. As soon as the energy appeared, it faded, leaving a sparkling green light over the forest. The group was gone, leaving no trace of ever being there except for the rotting bodies of Yoma.

"Wake up Nasamea. You need to get dressed…" a deep garbled voice said.

"Nasamea! Get up!" The voice spoke again, coming higher in pitch.

Even though his matted brown hair and his skinny body were annoying to her, Nasamea couldn't help but feel great waking up to his face. Opening her eyes, she peered through a layer of mucus, looking at Fizz standing over her. His face was nothing but average, a somewhat large nose, a small mouth, and an average forehead, a room for his brown messy hair to fall on. She smiled at him as he continued to stand over her, wrapping something up on her left side. She hated him most of the time, but then again they were comrades, destined to work together until they fell in their graves.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Fizz asked.

"I don't know, for some reason I find your face very uplifting, I must be sick." Nasamea lied.

"Heh, that might be true. Either way, there's worse news than that."

"What are you talking about? Did something happen while we were on the mission?"

"You honestly don't remember?"

"Fizz what's going on?" Nasamea asked, with a tremble in her voice.

"Look at me, look me in the eyes and move your left arm."

"O---ok."

Nasamea tightened the muscles in her arm, moving it up. For some reason it felt as if she was moving a weight attached to the shoulder of her arm. She got it up, barely feeling it in the air. She looked towards Fizz, and moved her left arm some more, showing that she was alright, and there was nothing wrong.

"This gonna suck…"

"What Fizz?! What is it? Did Aki get hurt?"

"No, in battle you lost your left arm, a week ago."

"I just moved it Fizz."

Motioning over to a small table next to him, Fizz gripped a large mirror, bringing it over Nasamea's face. The reflection was horrible. It was as if reality was lying to her. There was no way possible that she was seeing this. It had to be some sort of picture, some sort of painted image. Nasamea blinked, gripping her right hand over her left stub. The image followed her in the mirror, the same Nasamea, the same left arm, the same failure.

"We didn't know it would have been that bad. There were bacteria from the Yoma all in it, and we had nothing else we could do. We had to cut it off. The reason you thought you moved it is because your brain hasn't accepted it as gone. I'm sorry Nasamea; it's why I wanted you off of this mission. I had a bad feeling from the start."

"I—I, I can't believe this"

"Well at any rate your fine. Everything else checks out as normal and you have to get up and get dressed. Today you're going before the Council, they'll decide should you stay or go back home. Believe me Nasa, back there in the debriefing room, I was only trying to prevent this from happening…It's 10:30 right now, and the Council expects you in about 15 minutes. There is a white robe over there for you to wear. Remember though Nasa, you're still alive"

Exiting the room Fizz pushed the medical door open, leaving Nasamea to herself. She closed her eyes and sighed, tears rolling down the side of her face in sorrow. It wasn't the fact that she was missing a limb, it was the sole fact that she'd failed in battle. Even though the 5th Yoma was unsuspected and went undetected by everyone, the fact that she failed was still there, lingering around in her mind. Grunting in pain, Nasamea slid her body over and out of the bed, letting her soft feet touch the cold ground. She looked down at the ground, letting her brown hair fall over the sides of her face, shielding her in a mask of shame as tears plopped on the ground between her feet. Her chest heaved up and down as she cried, tightening her fists and crumpling the covers in her hands. She'd promised that she wouldn't fail; from the depths of her heart she promised her team. It all reminded her of father, the one that she'd failed the most. Sitting there drenching her feet in tears, Nasamea sniffled and cried, letting weakness pour out of her body.

"You going to eat those sweets or not?"

Nasamea looked up sharply, jumping back on to the bed in defense. She quickly covered herself with her covers as the voice spoke, as a protection against wandering eyes. Quickly searching around the room, she met an odd figure. His hair was jet black, matted on the top of his head similar to Fizz's. His skin was extremely pale, and his eyes were perfectly round, like an owl. Sitting awkwardly on the chair he was squatting almost, with his legs together on top of the chair, sitting as if he were too small for it. He stared back at her and his eyes flashed over to a small table next to Nasamea.

"Private, I asked you were you going to eat those sweets."

"W-Who are y-you? What are you doing in my room?" Nasamea asked, trembling in surprise still.

"That's Sir to you. Last time I checked Privates were the lowest of the low. See this blue sash, No. 16? I'm a Captain."

"Who are you Sir?"

"Before we get into that, I want to know if you're going to eat those sweets over there.."

Nasamea looked to her right and saw a table next to her with a phone, a note pad and pen and some small candies in a bowl. Since the table was on wheels, Nasamea pushed the whole thing towards the person, making sure he got what he wanted. The table slid over, stopping directly in front of him. With his small fingers he grabbed a small piece of chocolate, putting it in his mouth to chew on.

"Well, today I'll be escorting you to the Council room, and since you're a private you probably don't know how things work. I wanted to give you a heads up before going in there. I've seen people go in there and come out in pieces before. By the way, I'm Sanmaru."

Nasamea looked into his large black eyes, wondering if he was being truthful. His pale skin suggested that he didn't get out much, and his frail body also suggested that he wasn't strong. But somehow he was a Captain, two ranks higher than Nasamea. He must have had some secret ability.

"What's going to happen to me Captain Sanmaru?"

"Well, you're going to be tested. The Council is comprised of the top 5 soldiers of the Military. The ranks are Private, you of course, Specialist, your friend Fizz, Captains, yours truly, Majors, like Leon and Zen, Colonels, and Generals. The power levels between Specialist and Privates are not that high, but between Captains and Specialists is an extreme gap. The Yoma you encountered, it almost killed you due to lack of experience and power. If Fizz didn't have his abilities, he wouldn't have been able to take it down at all. Those "hungry eaters", are weak. I could take one down with my bare hands. Sometimes I use them just for training purposes. Majors however are a bit more powerful, the gap between us Captians and Majors is not that much. Since the Captains are the Intelligence of the Military we spend less time out in the battlefield, which is the only real reason we are lower ranked. But for Major's it's a different story when you compare them to Colonels. Colonels are extremely powerful. One Colonel could wipe out an army of Yoma without that much effort. They are so powerful, that they are not allowed to train at all on the base, in fear that their chakra pressure could potentially wipe out buildings, or even cause lower ranks to hallucinate."

"What about Generals?"

As Sanmaru swallowed his candy and grabbed another, he continued.

"Generals are like gods. The No. 5 General has enough power to wipe out anyone below No.11 completely unarmed. They are literally freaks of nature. They are not allowed to roam base, or in rooms, or training, or anything. They reside in the Council room however on the base, but which is made of chakra suppressing barriers. When going into battle they must be either air launched or launched underground. Their moving chakra alone could cause the base to crumble, if they walked. I remember meeting the No. 5, Sannam Namikaze when I was a Specialist; I threw up when he looked at me."

"Why do I have to go before them?!! I'm the lowest ranked! No. 30! They will kill me!"

"Maybe they will, but know this. Do not piss off No. 2 off. When you get in bow, and if you leave bow again. Only speak when spoken to."

"Why, what did he do?"

"I had to go before the Council once; it was the day that I met No. 5 in a training session in deep Hokkaido. I messed up and wasn't clear on my attack paths and planned the wrong movements and map settings. Little did I know I was actually mapping out a route for the Generals and Colonels on an S Ranked mission. I messed it up and was pissed off when I went in to the Council room. Everyone's chakra is suppressed in the room, so I assumed I was safe. I looked towards him in anger, and ever since then I've been permanently pale.

Sanmaru's large black eyes looked towards Nasamea, showing seriousness. She looked at his pale skin again, wondering the power of the Generals. They seemed out of this world, like they were created from thousands of years of research. Facing the Generals would be impossible for Nasamea spiritually, but she would have to anyway.

"Put on your robe and let's go."

As Sanmaru left the room for privacy, Nasamea removed the covers, putting her robe over her hospital undergarments. Why did she have to face the Council? What had she done so badly? No one succeeded all the time, everyone failed every now and then, so why was she being put to the test? If the Generals were as strong as Captain Sanmaru had told her, there was no way she would even be able to stand in the presence of them and not fall.

Nasamea exited the room in a pure white robe which laced her body and hung off of her small frame. Her soft, depressed face made her look like an angel up for execution. Since she wasn't allowed to wear any metal or anything, she had to let her long brown hair down, flowing down her head until it perched on her right shoulder, and hung from the stub that was once her left arm. She followed Sanmaru down a maze of corridors, to a giant metal door, with two people in blue sashes standing on either side. They looked down at Nasamea and both sighed, looking back up and Sanmaru.

"So this is the one? She's so small, she shouldn't have to go in there…" the one on the right said.

"I know Lee, but its orders." Sanmaru responded

"You're too soft Lee," the one on the left said.

"Just open the door Tenchi, we're a bit late." Sanmaru responded, to the one of the left.

"On one, five, four three, two, one" Lee spoke.

In that moment both of them turned the locks and the massive door began to rumble. The door vibrated through the ground under them, shaking up Nasamea a bit. She felt Sanmaru's hand her right shoulder, pushing her into a room with another door. The door behind them closed, startling Nasamea as she looked towards the door before her.

"This is it, I wish you good luck"

Sanmaru smiled as he looked at her, and put a tiger handsign up to his face and disappeared. All by herself, Nasamea's mind began to flare a mile a minute wondering what would happen to her, and more importantly what the outcome would be. Surely this was punishment enough for failing. Sucking up the last bit of her tears, she pushed open the door moving inside to a dark room. The room was pitch black dark, and at first she didn't know how far to go in. The door behind her closed like the one previously, and Nasamea stepped into the uncertain abyss waiting for anything to happen. She stopped and looked around her, seeing nothing. As if by magic, a pure light shone on her from above, splitting the shadows around her, channeling her in a white light. Five more red lights appeared in front of her, all marking steel kanji, with the numbers 1-5 upon then. As soon as the lights shone, she bowed her head, looking at the black ground below her.

The number 4 light flashed, and a male voice was heard, somewhat light, but more laidback. Like the voice of a doctor.

"So this is her, No. 30, Nasamea. Is this correct child?"

"Y-yes sir General."

The number 5 light flashed brighter, and another voice was heard, similar to that of the 4 voice, but a bit deeper in tone.

"Well, today we want to talk to you Nasamea, about what happened. From our information we heard you were knocked out in a battle against a Yoma and lost your left arm, is this true?"

"Yes sir General."

Another voice piped up, the number 3 light flashing, with a deeper voice than normal, one solemn in sound, creeping across the area like Death itself.

"We also have knowledge of you going unconscious, is this true child?"

"Yes sir, General."

"Well, it seems to be that she's going to go well, we might have some problems from her down the road, but still she is a work in progress", the number 4 light flashed.

"If that's true then we should just kill her now, I don't want to deal with experiments fully maturing too soon." the number 3 light responded.

"We can't do that, she's a child. She's still a child. We can't treat her like the previous No. 30's"

The last light flashed, the number 2 light, and a rugged voice came from within, shaking Nasamea in fear as he spoke.

"We can't kill 'er No. 3, I'm sure No. 4 has his research right. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be able to even sit so close together."

"Well, then she's going to need another arm, but first we need to know what happened while she was unconscious," the number 3 light responded.

The number 2 light flashed again, "Speak child."

"Well, I was in this space. It was deep and dark, and there was a faint light glowing in the midst of this large dark area. I drifted over to it, and held it in my hands and closed it. The light pulsed, and as soon as I closed my eyes I woke back up again, with the Yoma over me."

There was silence all around for a moment, giving Nasamea time to think. The male voice that surrounded her were literally the voices of the governing powers that had her life in the palm of their hands. Still even now, she had to re-collect why she was here, wondering what she did to even get this far. She looked down at her feet, wondering what would happen to her in the oncoming seconds. They were talking about killing her, as if she was a lab rat or a vermin. The way the words traveled across the room, there was no regard for her life by those that had spoken about her death. The No. 5 had a caring tone to his voice, but even then she doubted his compassion, remembering how he had made Captain Sanmaru throw up by just looking at him. Still though, the mysterious number 1 light hadn't spoken, and she assumed it was another man, sitting behind the light, not giving a crap about what would happen to her insignificant life. Nasamea could feel pain welling up inside of her, but she held back her tears.

The number 2 light flashed again. "I thought you said you'd placed barriers in her mind. Even I can see my first lock, No. 4"

"I did place locks in her mind, they are the same as yours. I stole a copy from you," No. 4 responded.

"Well then how can she not see them?" No. 3 asked.

"Are you guys seriously asking this? At a time like this??" No. 4 rasped.

"Yoshimo, it is important..." No. 5 asked.

The one named "Yoshimo", the No. 4 spoke up.

"We might as well tell her, even if she knows it won't make a difference." Yoshimo spoke.

"Well, Nasamea. The Military isn't what you think it is. The No. 30 spot is reserved for experiments only, and we start them there to watch them grow up. Usually all of the No. 30's die, some make it to Major, but then they die soon after that. For you to lose your arm in battle against any type of Yoma, means you're extremely weak, and at most you won't make it to Captain, or even Specialist."

"W—what are you saying General?" Nasamea asked, in concern for her life.

"Basically, I'm saying that it isn't possible, or even remotely safe for you to be in the Military. I'll personally drain you of your powers and have you executed tomorrow. Sorry." Yoshimo spoke.

"Execution?!! No! I'll fight her and see what happens," No. 5 interrupted.

"If she Awakens, you could die Sannam. It will not be any different from the fight against Sendo." No. 3 spoke.

"Sendo didn't kill me, Kaji didn't kill me, and Kankaru didn't kill me. I got the guts to live on forever. You three know that", he responded.

"Well, do we agree on this? We can't just let her go parading around. More importantly, do you agree on this Jin?" No. 4 asked.

The number 2 light shone, "Yeah, its fine with me. If Sannam dies, then I know I'll have to battle her. Kyouken you don't mind reaping her soul do you?"

"Fine with me," the No. 3 light replied.

"Alright, kill her". Yoshimo spoke.

As soon the last statement was spoken Nasamea tried to raise her head up in defense, red streams of blood began to gush from her neck, and her head began to fly backwards, seeing the image of her decapitated body fall before her as her light began to fade. Nasamea's eyes shut closed and she gave up the ghost, letting blood trickle from her soft lips as her dead body and head hit the ground, splattering blood everywhere. In her last seconds she thought she'd looked up and saw someone, but the images of the abyss she'd grown to know filled her mind, and that same pulsing light was there with her until the end. Spiritually she drifted in the same infinite darkness, the death surrounding her in its abyss. A familiar voice crept into the darkness, but for some reason the peace of death shut it out from her mind as she slept.

Her life was over.

'Wake up'