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WARNINGS: Yaoi, Yuri, Neglect, death, Sex, Possible torture, mention of possible rape, Abuse, Mpreg, lack of morality, gore, beast, language, mild to strong Jiraiya bashing, mild Sakura bashing, strong Sasuke bashing, strong Kakashi bashing, and anything else that I can possibly come up with along the way.

Key:

"Looks whose talking"

'Looks whose thinking'

"Demonic talking of the bijuu"

'Demonic thinking of the bijuu/Mental Conversation with certain summons'

'Name of a Technique'

Chapter 03: Yojimbo

I sighed as I looked at the newly built temple before me. I have experienced many things during my time here on this plain of existence. Many good that were followed by numerous bad ones but today was the far worst one I have ever been in. I could hear my dog whine next to me for he felt the same way.

The temple doors open to see a young woman come out of it. The person I have been tasked to guard. Something I took seriously during the years when danger approached her due to the hatred for any summoner since the down fall of the previous sin. She got onto a ledge in the portion of the road that was raised slightly higher than normal. This was in order to see the group of people that gathered in the area. These people where her followers and the believers of Yu Yevon.

They were quietly whispering amongst each other of why their priestess has asked them to gather here today. There have been rumors circulation throughout Spira about temples being made for the pilgrimage of any future summoner that may visit so they could call upon the fayth. I listen intently when she finally spoke, "My followers, they day has come for a fayth to be created. The very spirits that will help us protect the people in this time of need. For this is the way, the path, that Yu Yevon had set upon us when Yunalesca gifted us with the way to defeat sin. Sin is the embodiment of what is evil and wicked in the world, so I ask from all of you for the help in the creation."

I looked on in surprise while my beloved friend whines in fear beside me. I cannot believe what she is asking of them. I may not be a summoner, but I understand what it is needed to create a fayth to have the ability to summon an aeon. Looking around I can see some of her family and close friends gathering around her before going into the temple. Seemingly they have agreed to do whatever is needed to protect their world. All without knowing the full extension of what is needed to be done in order to gain the wall of fayth. Looking back at my charge to see her gazing back with a soft look. Shit, I know that look. It's the one I am all too familiar with as my own wife had given to me multiple of times as a show of love.

I have seen that face on her for months now but chosen to ignore it. By the looks if things now it was biting him in the ass. The truth of the matter is that I will never hold any love for her due to what she is willing to do to these people. Successfully denying the bond needed to make the ritual work on my end. I feel I won't have a choice in the matter in the end. I am no fool. I was raised to be a summoner like my father before my ability to do magick's was stripped away from me.

Suddenly, I felt the presence of two people behind me. I recognize who they were. They were my cohorts in crime here when there was trouble. I could feel their auras were off in way. Like death had slapped them in the face in a big way. Then it hit me. Turning around to them I smiled at them that I was alright before saying, "Don't worry my friends, this is not your fault at all. Let's go before the empress of the cavern lynches the both of ya."

They nodded before guiding him and his day towards the young girl. This priestess has made us do many a thing during our time here, but this was this was the lowest. From stealing the hidden fayth in the temple to killing those who dared oppose the way of Yu Yevon. I haven't taken part of the latter but something about the former made me, other than the summoner, do the deed. It was as if they were asking me to come forth to take them to this cavern for something.

I shook those thoughts away as I passed my charge. Never missing the brief look of darkness forming on her face before wiping it away clean in order to turn back to her people. When the last of the close followers of people came in, she spoke a comforting word to those that remained outside. Once she came inside the doors shut and locked behind her by a couple of servants. She gave everyone a gentle smile before giving them the same treatment with the added benefit of an explanation. More like a farce as I knew how the true ritual is supposed to go. It was not that long ago that Zanarkand had fallen that the knowledge of making an aeon was not completely lost yet. I followed everybody lead anyway since I would die either way. Better off dying as a hero than a villain when the mob of people outside chase after me if I dare try to run away. Doesn't help that everyone is locked in here until everything was done.

The priestess ushered everyone to follow her down the winding halls. Which everyone done like the sheep they were in this dark time. After a short walk down, a few halls we all made it to the summoning hall. I can hear many of the people here gasp to see a portion of the wall already filled in with the fayth. Body upon body already stuck together on the wall to do the bidding of this fool hardy summoner. Now we are going to be part of that misuse.

Suddenly the sound of a gate was rising from the ground could be heard. Turning around with the others to see that it true. Bars of steel was sealing them inside the prayer room with her. Humming started to sing as several people began to dance in place. So, focused on the wall and on the girl that was once my charge that I did not notice the other priestess and priests of the temple in the room. Others seem to feel the same way when they saw them to as their once worried faces now changed to that of grim realization. Realization that they have been had and now were bound to this realm by this conniving girl who was to selfish for her own good.

I was the only one who did not feel that way. I long ago came to terms with the realization that I might die on this journey. It just happened to be today at the hands of a spoiled brat. I also came to terms that I won't go alone in this endeavor as I will make sure that this girl was going down with him for her crime. When the verse came to start her portion of the ritual I moved through the mass of people. Ready to commit the act of murder for his once comrades in arms had foolishly let me keep my sword. Drawing it in the crowd I made my way until I was behind a few people in front. I continued to watch until she had her mind completely on the task at hand. The whispers of despair from the others could be heard in my ears. A slight slip of the dance was the signaled for me to move. Something I gladly took as it was too late to stop the thing from turning everyone here into a fayth. I didn't care that I was going to be turned into something else but making sure I was taking her out with me. With the sword in my hand I walked up to the priestess. Much to the astonishment of the disillusioned followers here. As her part of the dance of the sending was finished, she twirled to a stop to face me. When she opened her eyes to me the priestess formed a look of shock when spotting the weapon. With a swift motion I swung the sword until the next thing everyone knew was that her head falling to the floor.

Before it even touched the floor, a massive crimson rune glowed brightly underneath their feet. The thud of flesh hitting the stone floor couldn't be heard over the hymn that started to fill the room. The other priests and priestesses continued their dance as the singing of the fayth became deafening. The last I think I knew was that I was on the floor looking at the bodies of the other followers screaming and twitching. Unlike the others I felt nothing. I did not scream in pain. I did not do a thing as I watch them in their agony until darkness took me over.

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Cold.

Coldness was the sensation I felt along with many other things. For some reason that feeling stuck with me in darkness of my closed eyes. Maybe combined with the feeling that I was floating in a mass of water showed how I truly felt in this moment. That I was trapped in something that I could not change in a never-ending cycle of death. I could only guess now that I will become part of the restless souls that will be forced to protect any summoner that prays to them. I will do so because I know that any future summoner is not at fault for the sins of a spoiled brat who was power hungry.

"My, my, what a soul to come before me today. I know my brothers and sisters had asked me not to interfere with the affairs of the living. Apart from what the people ask for. That being the creation of eidolon, better known as 'aeons' to your kind, when they did the ritual. Normally I used all the souls to make your kind while one is dominant over the others, but you alone would do for the bidding that I needed to be done on Midgard," an unknown voice spoke in the void. I wanted to look around to see who had said that, but I knew that would be a pointless endeavor. I opened my eyes to only be proven right when I saw an inky blackness in front of me. My actions seem to make the unknown voice chuckle as my face contorted into different emotions. I did not know what to ask except the all too human one, "Who are you?"

The laughter stopped long enough to let silence come between us. I did not know why the voice suddenly stopped suddenly; maybe bewildered that I talked or was thinking over what to say. I twisted around to view my surroundings better to find that I could move from this spot. My actions were halted when the voice said something again, "I apologize for not introducing myself before. I am Arkay, the god of death, and I am here to see what to do to you. I have decided that you will become one few that will end the dream that still exist."

"Dream? What do you mean?"

"The dream that is sin. A dream that will come to an end by you and your siblings. All of you will know when it will be time to strike. For now, this will be the last time we will speak. Do me proud by ending this suffering," Arkay said to me before releasing my soul. So, I was going to be a glorified unsent that going to be forced to fight the thing that plagued us before. Another cage I was put into. This time for something better. Even though I did not know how long it will take for me to strike with the right person for I do not care. I will wait generations if it meant finding the right person to end the suffering of the people in Spira. White light blinded me as I fell back into the realm, I belong I could only think of one thing, 'Here I come for justice will rain soon enough'

This was the day that Yojimbo and Daigoro was born. That day he killed off the rest of the priests and priestess that forced him to be here. He sent the souls of the victims and killers to Arkay before the both broke apart. Going into the empty vessel wall that was recently made. Ignoring the calls, whispers and singing of the fayth that was stolen. To him they were as guilty of this crime as the loyal followers that willing sacrificed the innocent for the sake of this new religion and protection.

Birth: Bales 15, 56 (The Age of Sin)

Pulse Grandeur Entry: Yizmut 27, 1003 (The Age of Sin)

Grimoire Fiend Entry: Crono 14, 89 (Unknown Age)

Grimoire Entry Date: Crono 14, 89 (Unknown Age)

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