AN.

Welp, here we are. This was a bitch to edit because Orochimaru is a bitch of a character and writing angst is hard. I was supposed to do the final edit tomorrow but decided to do it now since the college admission results are tomorrow and I wanted to spend the entire day either celebrating or moping (probably the latter) so enjoy.

WARNING: Mention of torture, implied rape, and (badly written[?]) angst.

Orochimaru walked back into Konoha. With all the recent mail from the messenger birds and panicked toad summons he seemed to be receiving in his time away, their side was a losing side. He didn't appreciate being in the losing side. He was going to rule this village, sure, but Hiruzen should have known what the consequences were when he chose to fight for that little plot of land that was known as Land of Grass. It held no strategic vantage point, no resources that Konoha doesn't already have and the Hidden Village of the land is just short of a joke. This war, like many others Konoha was part of couldn't be described eloquently unless they used the words painfully and pointless together in the same sentence. He couldn't understand the whole concept of it. He knew it but he failed to see it.

It was more of a fun past time, honestly.

Whatever gets him the most research materials and experiments, he supposed.

Now after that whole "You aren't fit to be sage!" bit from that oversized worm, he stole a bunch of scales and worked on his new cursed seal which he can now administer via his fangs. It was fairly easy, just bite, inject and then let the venom take over the host. He needed to test the survivability of this, though. The first test-subject of this seal, Tokina, after all suffered great lengths when he...gave the foundation of the seal to her so he couldn't very well just inject the venom willy-nilly and hope for the best. That's Jiraya's way of doing things. He knew better than to take caution to the wind. These things required time and effort, not something that can or cannot be handed out.

Ah, Tokina, he couldn't help but smile fondly; a demented kind of "fondly" but fondly nonetheless. It didn't take a genius to know that she wasn't like the other kids in the academy. There was something about her that caught his eye, and the display near the tree is what really pushed him to get the girl and to own her. Whether it was that perpetually tired looks that her lavender eyes gave that no child should ever have or how utterly selfish she is despite all these ninjas claiming they're going to be the next Hero of Konoha, the Snake-Sannin couldn't tell. His thoughts were ripped away from him when one of the passing children with the most forgettable face he could lay his eyes on saw this and took it as a sign to wave at him like they were best friends meeting at the farmer's market. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes before he waved back.

Where was he?

Oh right.

Tokina,

He was pleasantly surprised that she finally contracted the snakes so that she'll be tied down to his name. He knew it would happen at some point but he couldn't help the surprise he felt when one of the snakes informed him at his stay at Ryuchi Cave. He knew there was potential in her. Potential he saw in himself, though she would adamantly deny this. They were both geniuses one way and another. Not in the traditional sense, of course. Her ninjutsu was laughable and her physical strength could rival that of a civilian toddler that only learned how to walk a few days ago. What she and him shared was something the rest of this idiotic world doesn't have, and that's the knowledge of how to live a life and knowing how to keep it. She was willing to be a deceive her own village, trick higher ups with that face that could make the Hokage swoon, the wit and charm her way to everyone's hearts to make sure that they'll protect her and what does she give them in return after their use is done? Nothing but a few low-grade medical-ninjutsu here and a slight twitch of her lips with that perpetual smile she hides behind there.

And most importantly—one of the traits he felt she would deny the moment he suggested it—she was power hungry.

It was subtle but he knew it was there. Training herself in the restricted techniques of Hyūga? Absorbing every little lesson he gave her? Contracting the butterflies when she barely knew who the contractor was or what they did? She was a glutton to the gourmet meal known as strength to a fault! Even more so than he is, and he was willing to break every single rule out there just to get a jutsu he so desperately craves. She would be perfect for the new Cursed Seal of Heaven which needed a strong determination to break your limits through any means, or maybe the Animal Seal that would be the foundation to the new seal he was constructing, a base line to a prototype Cursed Seal of Heaven. He knew she could withstand it.

She was his student after all.

He walked into his teacher's room with the thoughts of the young Hyūga. He didn't even bother knocking, just opening the door and walking in like he owned the place which he will, no doubt about it. It would only be natural that the student of the Hokage, no matter how foolish the man is, would inherit the same title.

Hiruzen tensed at his arrival. He raised an eyebrow. He was the one that requested him back in duty immediately. What is that so anxious about? There was another pair, an ANBU pair, Namikaze and Hatake and an Uchiha and a younger Yamanaka. It seems he walked in on a very important meeting. He took notice of an interesting blue eyed Yamanaka with soar eyes and a guilty looking Uchiha.

"Hiruzen-sensei, I have returned." He stated.

Hiruzen wasted no time.

"Orochimaru, your student has been taken in one of the prisons of Kiri." He bluntly stated. Orochimaru didn't even bat an eyelash at the Uchiha and Yamanaka who fidgeted nervously at the mention of her. It could easily be assumed that those were her inept teammates who let his prized experiment slither from their so-called protective hands.

Now, this; If he praised himself (which he did often) he would praise how unbreakable his mask and demeanor was. It was either a fake smile or a stoic and cold exterior. He let his mask crack only when something didn't follow accordingly to his suspicions and assumptions, which were almost always true. He planned everything and he foresaw most of it with his intelligence and diligence. He didn't let emotions rule him like most of his fellow comrades even when a ninja's job is to do just that. Sure, there were times when he would find himself shouting a name or a tear sliding down his cheek at times but it was almost always because of the stupidity of his peers. Like Tsunade's brat for example.

He definitely wasn't expecting this.

"What happened?" He hissed, narrowing his eyes. He needed her to be alive. She was (as stated by her) a valuable test subject. One of the test subjects he absolutely cannot replace since she did survive the foundation of the new Cursed Seal of Heaven. She was an ideal back up body if his plan to possess a natural Sharingan were to fail. Byakugan, two summons and an above average chakra reserve for a Hyūga? The only drawback he could see was a child like body and ineptitude for elemental transformations. If not that then she could be one of his most powerful subordinates if he played his cards right with manipulation and subtle trickery.

Bottom line, she was invaluable to him.

And the Bloody Mist won't get in the way with that.

He'll make sure that village earned that title in the worst way possible.

It was a week of torture, interrogation and more torture. Being flayed for information I may or may not have, healed to withstand the disgusting and inhumane process, and preparing mentally for the grueling task all over again. They told me in the first day that there was special poison in the blades, making sure the injuries close but the scaring will be permanent, a psychological trick they used to make sure that we, the prisoners, will lose our morale if we ever get out of here and look at ourselves in the mirror. They threatened to take out my eyes, chop of my fingers, rip off my arms, turn me into a breeding cow and other threats that would have violated most ethics in war in the old world. I sadly believed them wholeheartedly and genuinely feared for my life.

It was ironic just when I was climbing back up, reaching for the sunlight, I get pulled down back into this goddamn hole again.

Those continued on until they discovered that I had a special sore spot for drowning. It was a pathetic weakness for a ninja but one they used in creative ways like dunking me in water full of shit, drowning me, flooding my cell when I was about to sleep, thinking the rest was over. There were other times were those kinds of torture weren't enough to get every single little bit of information they could get from me. Sometimes there were these men that I would be trapped in some form of arena and they would force me to fight them. Whether it was for my life or not, or if they were insane prisoners or the guards themselves, I would try my hardest to defend myself. I found out the hard way that defending yourself was the wrong thing to do. If I so much laid a finger on them, it would result in them laying fingers on me. They found out it would be better to make us, me and the person that had a session with me, fight while water-walking so if I so much lose concentration, they'd let me drown myself to escape all this in many moments of weaknesses before they take me back to fresh air and perform the most inhumane and possibly degrading form of CPR in history. It was all traumatizing and it never got old for them.

It never got old for me.

It reminded me of the day I made the biggest mistakes of my life, the biggest mistake that was my life and the biggest mistake that was my life. "What if's" kept crawling back my mind when I wasn't plotting, eating, sleeping or crying. What if I was faster? What If I used Sudden Snake Glare Spell? What If I hadn't jumped and continued running? What If I hadn't killed myself?

The last one was the one thing I tried not thinking about in over eight years. I couldn't help but not think about it. And when I did, I quickly corrected myself and used whatever means to distract myself. It included singing to myself, plotting my way out of here and repeating Obito, Rin, Tokuma and Akane's name over and over again so I could try and survive for them. The Byakugan revealed I was, sadly, underwater in some sort of base. There were four levels, each with labyrinth like hallways and guards stationed like stone statues. Each cell had chakra draining seals that steadily absorbed my chakra, resulting in a perpetually fatigued state that you could never get used to. It wouldn't be long till it touched my reincarnation chakra. The food they gave was scarce and stale while private time was a thing of the past with your personal guard and the amount of CCTV cameras. It really looked like it was the end of me.

I wanted to get out but it just took so much effort and energy. It was hard to resist T&I but I knew that if I spewed out everything I knew about Konoha, they would kill me since I was of no use and if I didn't provide them more information, they would kill me since I wasn't cooperating. Not that I wasn't afraid of death. I knew what would happen after death and, despite all odds, I remained strong till the very end and succeeded in many things I didn't get to in my life. I was fine with what I had accomplished in my eight extra years. The only thing I wished for was a more peaceful way of going since I knew that the travel time between worlds is instantaneous. I just drop into one of the parallel worlds and maybe possess some other chick or dude. Maybe it gets worse every time you die. Maybe I might end up in the world of Attack of Titan but I wanted to cross that bridge when I get there.

No, I was afraid of pain.

They were crystal clear on how they wanted me to die on my final day.

They wanted to drown me, prick me, stab me, flog me, choke me and at the end of it all, they would gouge my eyes out while I was alive, even if I didn't have the Caged Bird Seal.

These weeks, even though I accepted my fate, made me wonder how the hell did a show about mercenaries doing everything they can—whether it be torture or downright murder—be passed off as a kids show?

The things I experienced?

Not for damned kids.

What am I saying?

I'm eight and they threatened to decapitate me and fuck my headless body with a dirty kunai.

The new butterfly fluttered against the wind, breaking free of the prison of silver and silk. It didn't know where it came from. All it saw was a broken cocoon amongst the others in the branch they were sharing. It fluttered up slowly to the other cocoon, which hosted another life form in it. It could sense it was alive. It could sense how long it had till they die, and it guessed that it shared the same fate. Sad to say, it was a lonely being and it knew just how long it had till it died. Seven days was when his wings will flutter no more and he didn't mind. He had a job to do. To make sure the world lived.

That didn't mean it wanted to do that tedious job alone.

It landed on the branch, waiting for one cocoon amongst the thousands that shared the branch with it to wake. It didn't remember anything before it's waking.

It didn't know what compelled the wanting of memories.

It just...did.

It wasted one day just waiting for anybody to join it on the mission to save the world.

When nobody did join the little insect, it wasted the second day fluttering around the humungous tree, trying to find at least one cocoon to break free.

Then, it spent the rest of the third day pollinating around the world alone, avoiding all the conflict that the strange white-haired rabbit goddess was causing. It continued doing its job, hoping maybe tomorrow or the next day the rest of its kin would wake up from their slumber. It continued this naïve line of thinking until the fifth day. It landed on top of the branch where its cocoon receded, waiting for at least one of the millions of butterflies that's supposed to break free from the prison of silk. It was the beginning of the sixth day. It genuinely didn't know what to do now. It didn't know if there were more of them, but it didn't want to risk the world dying from its idiocy of assuming that there are others of its kind. It went to the top of the tree, pollinated it and stayed until it felt content.

On the seventh day, it wasted no time to eat the rest of its siblings.

It was, after all, for the good of the world.

It flew slowly to the nearby village. It didn't regret eating its siblings. It bought him time to continue his job, after all. It divided itself into two or more to help with the process of pollinating and saving the world. The more it ate, the more it gained companions that helped it with pollinating. It only fed on certain flowers and small creatures and insects when it felt like the hundreds of copies of it weren't enough. It needed to take away something to give something greater to the world. It was a small price to pay so it could maintain the beauty of the world.

It spread itself all through the country, to try and save the dying world as fast as it can. It lived for a thousand years and it swore that it will live for a thousand more. It needed the world to live so that it can live. What were hindering the process were these humans with their fire and their wars. It didn't hate humans; they were creatures of this world that he must save as well.

And he ate creatures of this world to save it.

That's why it let himself rest on the head of a small human who was playing by itself under a tree. This is what the humans refer to as "children", a miniature version of themselves. It didn't understand why there was "children" in the first place but it didn't need to understand the world to save it. So it let itself fall on the "children's" head, the "children" giggling at its antics. The "children" caught it like it was a delicate flower and peered to it. It fluttered away from its grasp, trying to absorb it. When it fluttered to the "children's" head, it began the process of eating it. It felt itself weaken at the first drop of life the "children" was giving him. There were flashes of light, crying, emotions that he couldn't describe because he only knew what these "emotions" were through the mouths of the "humans". There were these things that made the "children" "happy" and these things that made the "children" "sad". It greedily drank it all up, letting the "children" fall into deep slumber.

When it finished, there was a deep rumbling within him. It finally understood that there is more to this world that just surviving and saving it. Is this why the "war" between fellow humans existed; so that the other may have the right to live and the other to be consumed by the world? The feeling of elation and catharsis that flowed within it like a river eased back and suddenly, there was a drought within it. The feeling of not feeling anything didn't bode well for it. It wanted to experience more emotions. It wanted to find more reasons why humans live and humans die. It wanted to experience what humans believed, like this child—Akinosuke—whose life was based around joy and being loved by fellow humans.

It decided that love was its favorite emotion.

It decided that it wanted to be just like Akinosuke.

It wanted to know more about living like Akinosuke.

So it called the rest of its body that were the closest to it, entered a forest and tried to weave itself a body that reflected the emotion it experienced. When it was satisfied, it entered the village again and, according to the "children"—Akinosuke's—memories, it opened the door to the Akinosuke's house and greeted Akinosuke's "parents" with a smile.

The village he—Akinosuke—ate didn't satisfy him. He wanted to know more about the humans because every single one is different. When he ate the last human in the small village, he thought he was going to be satisfied. It was fairly obvious he wasn't. He used this village as his new home instead of the stale and boring tree that, when compared to the child's home, was rather dead. The creature known as Akinsouke found the pleasures of a finer life and he wanted to enjoy it while he can. He continued his job in maintain this beautiful yet in the same time ugly world but what his new mission was to have permanent emotions of his own. The overwhelming joy, sadness and love of the village were still reverberating powerfully in his breast which he made for himself. He let his body eat away the emotionless humans who were lying on the ground of the village, the humans becoming butterflies like him. He trapped some emotions into those butterflies so that he could eat them for later.

He didn't like feeling empty when he found out that he could actually feel.

He'll scout for the nearest village at dawn.

It was a shame that he was anchored into the village he started his journey with. The huts that he entered a thousand years ago were now rotting and being eaten away by the greenery, letting all sorts of flowers grow in the fields. He let his body flow free, which were manifested in an uncountable numbers of butterflies. He assumed that he must have gotten way over his head when he tried consuming that fūinjutsu expert. Now he was trapped here to do his bidding because of this "contract". He thought he was the perfect hunter, eating away genjutsu experts to lure unsuspecting humans in to acquire their "love" which he still didn't understand to this day. He got the knowledge of humans; shaping his body into one befitting a benevolent "God" because he found out cultivating their feelings actually gives him more "love". He was fooling the fūinjutsu expert before he got a whiff of his plans. It didn't take long for the fūinjutsu expert to trap him here.

What he didn't know is that he was consuming more than the man's chakra.

He found out that doing the man's bidding would reward him with more emotions, elation, joy, relief and so on. He could feel it when the fūinjutsu expert used him for his genjutsu. To cultivate his emotions and to fix the man with his form, he quickly taught him the secrets of his specialized genjutsu he uses to absorb human's memories and knowledge to make it his own, The Mangyekō Illusion. The fūinjutsu was a bit reluctant in taking his power—he didn't even summon the "original body" which the creature kept spewing out from his butterflies in fear of it killing him—safe to say he was unsure what the seemingly whimsical creature would do if he used the power it promised him.

The fūinjutsu master quickly found out, in the heat of battle, he didn't care.

He fashioned a seal, which he taught Akinosuke how to imprint it to the next of his generation, to make casting the genjutsu easier. Akinosuke anchored himself to the seal, slowly becoming one with the fūinjutsu master, granting him speed that normal ninja shouldn't be able to accomplish. The fūinjutsu master continued working on the Butterfly Seal, making sure it had the ability to manipulate your weight and forget memories that aren't yours to make sure you don't lose yourself. What he didn't know is that he was offering his body to Akinosuke when the butterfly creature let himself get anchored into the man's seal. It was just a small part of him but it still acted like a symbiotic parasite. It was slow but he was progressively eating away the man's memories. When the fūinjutsu master achieved the ultimate level of the Butterfly Seal, the ability to turn into butterflies, there was a level of elation and catharsis he felt throughout his body and continued using that technique in battle, the enemies he faced never catching him thanks to it.

Akinosuke finally consumed the man's physical form because of old age; he let his spirit meld itself with his own, the spirit fabricating a body using butterflies. It resembled the fūinjutsu master's old form. Akinosuke let the fūinjutsu's spirit wander around his home village, slowly eating away his memories and relishing the feeling he got of the old man's emotions while he let more of his butterflies escape the village to maintain the world.

The fūinjutsu master found himself waking up from a long dream and after his dazed routine; he couldn't remember his own name.

He couldn't remember what his parent's name was.

He couldn't remember what his best friend's name was.

While aimlessly exploring Konoha, trying to find a way to remember things, he stopped at a familiar grave.

Takahama Aishi,

He remembered he was dead and he finally remembered his name and his entire life. Fearing that he might forget what his name was, he forced the butterflies that made up his body manifest into a slightly physical form so that he could maintain his grave, so that his name would be there and become so old it would be indecipherable. He needed to transfer the Butterfly Seal so that this curse could be lifted from him. He didn't want the damnable butterfly demon to absorb the last of his memories. He forced the butterflies out from his body, and using his expertise in genjutsu, managed to lure a single girl into the grave.

Call him selfish and petty but he refused to be fully eaten.

I blinked up from my cell in what felt like a long dream. I was already used to the cold, perpetually wet floor that made me shake uncontrollably, the dried blood when the medic team forgot to heal some wounds after a torture session that the torturer seems to greatly enjoy and not to mention the general anxiousness of when the next "drowning" session I usually associate this cage will be. I stared up the four large holes on the roof of my cage that filled my cell with water, fearing the worst because I seem to wake up only seconds after large amounts of water flood it. What I wasn't used to was the missing feeling of my very life being drained from me because of the chakra absorbing seals. Maybe it was because they didn't accept reincarnation chakra or that it stopped when a certain amount is hit, who knows? The fact that I wasn't used nothing happening around me was sad and scary but that wasn't the point.

"What the hell…?" I heard myself mutter before clamping my mouth shut. I did it again. Talking to myself was a bad habit I did in my past life which I broke through reincarnation for some odd reason. I didn't like it because I knew what I called myself in the past. It usually starts it "There you are again, doing this and that and becoming the failure that everyone predicted you to be" and then it ends with "Jesus, just do yourself a favor and kill yourself." It was reflexive and I had no control over it when I'm alone. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, slightly hoping that maybe that this is all just a dream and I'll wake up sea sick in the boat.

I suddenly remembered the dream I had only a few minutes ago. I opened my eyes and slowly raised my left hand against the dim light they put into my cell, my eyes purposely avoiding the multitude of scars decorating my arm, finding the Butterfly Seal in my middle finger, innocently resting on it. I hadn't thought much of the small black monarch tattoo that was resting on my fingernail but after that revelation, and with the feeling of betrayal fresh in my chest. I didn't cry because I'm sure my tear sacs are well exercised in the weeks I spent in this hell hole. I didn't scream in fear of alerting the warden that I was awake. I just stared blankly at the seal that proved that I was selling my soul to the devil.

I couldn't help but think of ways how I can cut my finger off out of sheer pettiness.

I stared at it for a long time, trying to find a reason on going on just because I was so tired of feeling like this. I was hungry, cold and tired.

The bouts of apathy came back and so did the laziness.

It was, and forgive me for not finding a better term, crippling.

I didn't know what to do because, my Byakugan revealed, I was underwater and I knew that I didn't have the guts to break out of this prison and swim out to shore and maybe find some shelter. Hell, I could barely stop myself from shivering if so much as a droplet of water touches my skin. It was pathetic. They reduced me to a shivering mess when I hear the beginnings of gushing water. Memories come back when it happens. Those were bad memories; memories that I was okay with Akinosuke taking from me. What I wasn't okay with is Akinosuke taking away the memories I garnered through my eight years of living. I thought about it, long and hard. I fantasized that—if I had a choice in what memories Akinosuke took from me—I would let him take everything, memories of the old world, memories of my achievements, just let me keep my family. The family I have now. I didn't treasure my old one and I know that it would be considered running away but was that really old? All I really ever do was run away from my problems and hide it with a joke, a nudge and a smile, not really facing it. But in this world? I finally had the privilege to laugh without a hidden meaning, and that feeling was something I hadn't felt in a long time.

The feeling of being genuine,

So, like the old man I met in the cemetery, I latched on to it. I repeated it. I obsessed over it.

Every strike of a whip?

Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…

Every droplet of water?

Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…

Every hit from a desperate jailer that was pitted against me?

Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…

Every sleepless night in the cold cell?

Tokuma, Akane, Rin Obito…

Those were the words I repeated whenever I was scared and alone in my cell. I didn't want to forget them, even in this situation. If I died, I died remembering them. What I couldn't help remember is that Obito and Rin is going to die. I didn't know what Tokuma's fate in the anime was—or if he was in the anime at all—but I knew that if mom found out that I died here in Kiri, I couldn't exactly confirm her state of mind. She looked so broken when she entered our house. I didn't want to break her like I probably did with my other mom. I didn't know if I was insane for staying this way, feeding the information the enemy wanted just bit by bit, enough to keep me alive, enduring the sadistic torture and the cruel things they put me up with but I didn't want to die knowing that those people that kept disgusting old me going were about to die.

"Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…" I muttered to myself after a few hours of resting in my cell after a hard day or night of being grilled for information with new decorations throughout my body. I lied on my back, continuing planning on how to save my Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito in my spare time because that's all I can do.

I didn't know when I started to repeat the name like a chant to keep me sane instead of a chant so that I could remember them but it might have been in between the second or third week of torture. I predictably clung onto those four since they were my lifeline now. I didn't understand the whole "anime shounen hope comeback" until now. This was usually the part where I channel my reincarnation chakra and figure out how to use it to escape but the stupid thing wouldn't budge even if I tried. What I knew, however, might not be hope but just a pure, unhealthy obsession over the four of them. I wanted nothing bad to happen to them because I used their happiness in my memories and substituted that for my own happiness and my own sanity. Maybe Akinosuke was up to something with the whole "absorb memories and emotions so one can feel" shtick because, frankly, it worked. Obito's goofy smirk and Rin's cheerful laugh put a smile on my face while Tokuma and mom's antics let me feel what it was like to laugh even in the darkest situation.

I smiled in the dark, my tired head resting on the floor with my battered body after another day. "I'm coming for you, Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…Tokuma, Akane, Rin, Obito…"

I dreamed of happy faces, flowers and bunnies in the moon that night.

AN.

But he will never be satisfied

I will never be satisfi~ied

I felt like a person like Tokina doesn't have a strong enough reason to stay alive since she knew what the other side of the door was. I mean, she killed herself once, what's stopping her from killing herself again? Family? She threw that away in the first run. I thought that a person like that needs something to keep themselves from ending it all because it was pretty clear that she doesn't fear death.

She still don't like that pain, though.

Yep, these traumas is going to be long-lasting so endure the occasional angst but don't worry you guys, this is the last chapter filled with the shit you'll see in a long while.

Now that that's out of the way time for full disclosure! (If y'all don't like theories and Easter Eggs then y'all can go on your merry way. [also fuck that "do you know the way meme])

Everyone told me Gem stuff's dangerous

Without further ado:

Takahama's name is a reference to the man mentioned in The White Butterfly, a Japanese folklore. Akinosuke's name is a reference to The Dream of Akinosuke, another Japanese folklore. You guys can read it since it really is a good read. Basically, the whole part to of the Butterfly Arc was a reference to these two stories. I love symbolism, so much that I re-watched the entirety of Madoka four fucking times and watch their transformation sequence because that show is just so full of the shit. That said, I won't disclose all of my little easter eggs because that's what makes symbolism and foreshadowing so fun (Homura's and Madoka's Rebellion transformation for instance).

I really love people who post theories about my story because it feels so rewarding that a prose you write about, be it bad or good, is something worth thinking about! It just goes to show you that even the smallest detail that you researched on isn't going to be wasted on some people.

But nobody still hasn't mentioned the Mangekyō bit. Mangekyō means kaleidoscope in English, which is what you call a swarm of butterflies so no it isn't a discount Mangekyō Sharingan.

Anyway, please review! Constructive Criticism is appreciated! Enjoy Life!