"It is the green eyed monster which doth mock..." Iago from Shakespeare's Othello

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-First Person Perspective-

"Why is Kurisutaru here?" I asked, motioning towards the eighteen year old behind Hamura.

My twentieth birthday was anweek ago, and as promised, everying I wanted to know was to be revealed during my "special" training.

"As my eldest child, it is best that he sees this, for the sake of the clan and the world," Hamura answered, staying focused on the task at hand, which was drawing a giant seal on the ground.

"We've kept this a secret from you, since you're only an adopted child, but you're situation calls for you to be enlightened," Hagoromo said, ushering me towards the middle of the seal, "You wore your pants and put on chest bindings as instructed, right?"

"I wear them nearly everyday, my pants would have had to be destroyed if I weren't wearing them," I replied, taking off the robe I was wearing and throwing it at Kurisutaru.

I stayed in the middle for a couple minutes, waiting for Hamura to complete the seal. When he finished, he stood up and pushed Kurisutaru farther back, most likely as a precaution.

"The reason we've postponed your special training, May, is because of your sickness. You are aware of it, I presume?" Hagoromo told me, rolling up his sleeves.

"Yes, I'm aware of my medical problems," I answered truthfully, recalling my visits to the doctor in my home world. I had multiple medical conditions, one of them being the reason why my skin was so pale. Most of them didn't affect me, since I had learned to get by with it, but some of them hit me like a ton of bricks every once in a while.

"Well then, I hope that you are strong enough to withstand the pain," Hamura said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

It happened in an instant. Some of my pale, snow white skin disintegrated, being replaced by throbbing markings that were displayed all over. At first, I didn't react, only staring at my hand which now had markings inscribed on them as if they had been there the entire time, but as soon as the burning sensation of the bright chakra circling around me set in, my scream piercing the cold air.

My vision was suddenly clear and I could see the tiniest details of everything around me, from Kurisutaru's wide eyes to the burning embers flying in the sky. Blood was seeping out of the bright grey marks, as if they were fresh scars being reopened.

Even though my legs screamed in agony and pain, I could feel no control over my body and even though I begged to lay down and die, I was still standing there, withstanding the torture. My fingers were twitching uncontrollably, and although my voice was already becoming hoarse, my sharp cry would not cease.

It was torture, like I was being burned at the stake. Painful tears were rolling down my cheeks as memories came rushing past me, invading my mind and tearing apart my sanity. A voice roared inside my head, slapping me with cries of help. But it wasn't my voice I heard inside my dark mind, nor was it Kuro and Shiro's. It was a screech so high and psychotic, like a siren.

After an eternity of surviving that living hell, the chakra around me stopped swirling, and the seals that had been drawn onto the ground had disappeared. The marks on my skin stayed however, and they burned in a terrible aching sensation.

In front of me lay a lifeless husk of a woman, the area where eyes should have been left in a gruesome state, bloody and marred, as if they were stabbed relentlessly. I realized that it was Kaguya Otsutsuki, the lady who had been the first person I saw when I fell into this world.

That was the last thing I saw clearly that day, because my eyes were shut tight as I clawed at my throat. I was coughing up endless amounts of blood and vomit, I knew that, and I could hear footsteps and worried calls of my name, but my eyes refused to open.

They never got a chance to open again that day, or for the next year, anyway, since I fainted.

I lay there, like a lifeless doll, staring up at the ceiling. My vision was surprisingly not blurry. It had been a year, as Kurisutaru had told me, and that I had fulfilled the first part of my special training. I groaned at the thought of having to go through the other parts of it. My hand was curled into a tight fist when I remembered the fact that I still had not recieved any answers.

"Kurisutaru," I called out, in a dry, cracked voice, "I'm getting out of this bed and nothing you say or do will stop me,"

With that said, I lifted myself up, feeling oddly light, and winced a little with the creaking of my bones that had been healing and resting for the past year. My cousin was already out of his chair and ready to shove me back on the bed, but I was already were he was standing, my feet being eager to run and jump once more.

"May, as much as I would like to help you run across the world, I have orders to keep you here," The young man said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Don't worry, you won't get into trouble, if we're caught you can blame it on me," I said reassuringly, shrugging his hands off, "Plus, I haven't seen Indra-chan or Asura-chan in a year, don't you think I deserve to have a reunion with them?"

"May, with the state you're in, you shouldn't leave this room. I don't know how the rest of the clan may react to you. Indra-san and Asura-san may not even recognize you," Kurisutaru answered firmly, ushering me back to the bed, "Just wait here while I get my father, he'll decided when you can leave this room,"

Kurisutaru left the room, leaving me alone in a quiet, anxious atmosphere.

"You are not leaving, May, not until you are fully recovered. Or at least until the color in your hair returns," Hamura Otsutsuki commanded, walking into the room.

"Color in my hair-woah! I didn't know I could do that!" I began to ask, before being presented with a mirror.

My appearance had changed, a lot. I was thinner, that was obvious, my skin was an unhealthy shade of pale rather than my worrisome, but natural, pale skin. The marks on my skin were still there and my eyes, even though this was my first time seeing my eyes in years, were a lighter blue rather than its cobalt blue. And my hair, my hair was-was white! But that I wasn't bothered by. I was bothered by how it got so short, and how the head protrusions that I always had hidden in my hair were so easily seen.

"You look too much like Kaguya Otsutsuki right now, it would definetely cause an uproar," Hamura told me, setting the mirror down.

"Fine, fine, I understand. But I have questions to ask," I said, flopping back down on the bed.

"I'll answer one question today," Hamura said, getting ready to leave the room.

"One question? Alright, fine. Why is my hair so short? I swear I haven't cut it in years," I asked, completely forgeting about all the other, more important questions I had to ask.

"When we finished, your hair was on fire," Hamura answered quickly, leaving the room.

"My hair was on fire?" I said to myself, putting a hand on my hair.

"Yeah, it was turning white at the same time, too," Kurisutaru said, sitting back down in his chair and pulling out a stack of cards. Cards that he probably stole from my room.

I sighed loudly, before shoving my face into a pillow. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish Kuro and Shiro would start arguing right now. But it seems that even my crazy little friends refuse to help me today.

Wait a second! Where are Kuro and Shiro anyway?!

Nene: I'm sorry! I was watching Hetalia and then I ended up listening to the Nordic countries' song for three days!

Emerald: I am sorry I was not there to console Nene-chan.

Kurohime: I would feel sorry if I wasn't so angry that I didn't appear this chapter!

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