Chapter 7: Selfish
How many seconds.
How many years.
How many minutes.
How many months.
They were all pretty useless questions. I wouldn't know what to do with the answer to that question.
But some questions need to be answered, even if it is useless.
So... for how long, Yasu?
... how long what... as in, how long I've been staring across the room in my blood.. or
for how long have you been lying to yourself?
x
It was boring for the lack of a better word. I stared in front of me, the bar cells looked like it was rusting, but I knew better. Day four in this cell, from what I could tell. They haven't really done anything with me just yet. They've just come up to my cell, crouched down so that they reach my eye level and they just stared. Stare at what? What do they stare at, hm? At a Kireha? Or at the failure that couldn't save even one person? So many useless questions with so many useless answers.
I've been... calm. I know I should have felt some anger, some more guilt, some sadness. But I was just empty. A blank canvas. A blank, white, useless canvas.
x
They started talking to me, starting day 13. I've started to regain a bit of my energy as I meditated. I felt eerily calm. I kept thinking about my clanmates, murdered and tortured. Why wouldn't I feel more than just a bit of guilt? In any case, these Shimura keep on asking what my name is, to tell them about the Kireha, the same old boring, predictable things. Predictable. Couldn't they have at least someone interesting?
x
Day... 21, I think?
They are really predictable if they think hurting me physically would let me talk about my clan. Do they really think I'm that weak? They've already been starving me since the first day I've been here. They've already isolated me. How boring can these Shimura be?
I look up as I hear the chains rattling. I lean back and stare boredly at... a new person? Maybe, maybe not. I haven't really been paying attention to these people. I keep in my sigh and roll my head to the left, already bored as it is. He opens the door to my cell and walks up to my pathetic figure. The blood around my usual sitting area seemed to have permanently stained the ground. The collar around my neck makes my skin raw, the same goes for the skin around my wrists and ankles. I see him crouch down and I raise an eyebrow at him. I roll my head back correctly and we both stare at each other.
"My name is Kosotsuko Shimura, Kireha-san," he starts. I don't respond. "You have... been quite a challenge. Our small display really broke you, hm?" I don't respond and simply look at him dully. He's dull and so am I. He doesn't matter. "So... since that had an effect on you... we thought..." he trailed off and put his hand up and seemed to wave. From the little chakra sensing that I could do, I sensed someone appear in front of my cell. Am I hearing... whimpering? This Kosotsuko person stands up and moves away from me so that I could see clearly what he wanted to show me. I flinched very hard, making the wounds I received from the last session, open, causing blood to slowly seep out. My pupils shook. I didn't dare to blink, not knowing if something would happen if I did.
The same hair color as I.
The similar chin and nose of many women I've seen throughout my life.
The mouth that should be smiling that innocent grin.
Why is there blood on all of those features?
"... Remu...?" I whisper, wanting to be delusion and insane if it meant I was imagining this. But I knew that I could never be insane enough to imagine my poor little cousin in such a state. "Yasu...?" I hear her say in response, her voice shaky, croaked and void of life.
"Yasu, help us with our training!"
Why was she outside the clan borders? She's supposed to be safe. Why isn't she safe? Why is she in front of me? Why is she here? Why is she near me?
"Ne, ne, Yasu! You promised you'll show me the super ninja move!"
"It hurts Yasu...I don't like this..." her voice echoes the lifeless cell. I didn't realize I was slowly leaning towards her, to the point my retrains were digging in my skin. I wanted to comfort her, to say that things would be already. That she'd be safe.
I perked up at a shrill of a scream. I scanned the area quickly... and sighed when I realized it was one of the kids that probably accidentally hurt themselves. I make my way to where I sensed the kids. They all part way so I can crouch to the injured child... Remu. I put one knee of the ground and see her knee, where it was slightly bleeding. "Now, now, Remu. This is nothing," I say, frowning softly. She just sniffed so I sighed and put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me. "Lesson 32, when you're a shinobi, always expect being hurt. Lesson 33, learn from your pain. Be it physical and mental." She blinked and sniffed once more. I furrow my brows ever so slightly. "What can you learn from this?" I ask softly. She rubs her eyes, "T-to not try jumping on tree if I'm not 101% sure," she whimpers back.
I smile at her, "See? You're already stronger than you were a minute ago," I say. She looks down and stays quiet for a few seconds until she looks up. "...really?" I chuckle and nod, patting her head. "Definitely. Now come on, I'll let you sit on my shoulders for a ride to your house." She lightened up at that and I laughed slightly.
I shooed away the other kid, despite their protests, and started to walk Kemu back with her on my shoulders. "Kemu, it's good to practice. And I'm very proud that you are training," I begin, "but there are limits. You can stretch your limits to improve, but you cannot break it." She lays her chin on my head. I sigh softly and stay quiet until we reached her house. I set her down and I then crouch so that I reach her eyes. "Kemu, listen," she looks at me after a few seconds of hesitance. "I will be here for quite some while, so there is no hurry, alright?" I pet her hair, "I'm here to teach you, listen to you and protect you. So don't push yourself. Don't think I haven't noticed your attitude about training lately." She seems to look at the ground in embarrassment and in guilt.
"You promise then...?" she says in a quiet voice. I blink and retreat my hand, "What do you want me to promise?" She fiddles with her finger, until wearing a confident face and looks at me, "You'll keep me safe until I'm strong enough!" I blink again and I smirk, holding back snarky comments. I wink at her, "It's my promise to you, don't you forget it-"
"Did you.. forget it, Yasu?"
I can barely hear her, but it's the only thing I hear.
"Did you forget your promise... to me?" She pulls her head up and my eyes widen. Why... why are her eyes...
"It doesn't matter..."
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"What did she do to deserve this?" I mumble, my mind racing with thoughts with nonsense that made perfect sense to me. I look up at see that Shimura person that dared to breathe in the same area as me. "She just wants peace, she just wants protection, she just wants the clan, she just wants you to leave her alone." I say all too fast, slowly standing up. I can't, I want to, I can't look at my cousin.
Something snaps in me, and I can feel it's more than just mentally.
Something is making me awake and something is very much terrifying the Shimura around me. I don't want to, I can, I didn't listen to the mindless words that the Shimura were sputtering out. I barely acknowledge the fact that their heads are rolling on the ground and that the cell bars were cut and starting falling to the ground. I hug my bloody cousin, desperate for her attention, for her life, for her. "I'm so sorry Kemu, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, Kemu," I chant, petting her head. She's cold and shivering and everything I don't want her to be in. "I forgive you Yasu, it's okay," she says back, whimpering. I don't accept her acceptance, it's too simple. I cannot be forgiven for being such a failure.
I can sense people coming to us.
"These bad people... they hurt you, right?" I say and she nods. I release my hug from her, feeling energized. Feeling more than I ever felt beforehand. Feeling like all my muscles was on my command and they were working more than ever before. I don't dare to hurt her more... so I need to kill everything than can hurt her. "Surrender, Kireha!" I hear from behind me. I stand up and pat her head softly. "Just stand still, I'll be back." I turn away from her and before anyone can say another word, they are forever silenced.
x
"The Kireha escaped with the brat! Get her! Get them both!"
The Shimura were in a frenzy. How could she still have that much energy after almost a month of minimal food!? Screams of anguish filled the night as a building exploded. "We need to retrain her. Something happened, get the binding scrolls!" People were shouting and slowly, they were started to organize themselves to... trap this beast that they triggered. Powerful or not, the Shimura thought of themselves as more powerful.
x
Step by step, I heard clicks echoing through my body.
First there was a click in my head, in brain. I felt free then.
Then that click in my brain came back, but stronger, almost making me almost fall to my knees.
A third click, but this time on my back. On my spine. It felt hot, but not excessively so.
The forth click made everything in my body ache, but it didn't matter. Kemu was hurt.
The last two clicks, the fifth and the sixth, made my stomach ache even more. I wanted to puke my nothings out.
I felt energized. I felt renewed. I felt like I was ready to set everything of fire.
So that's exactly what I did.
x
It was all fairly blurry.
I glared with all my might at Kosotsuko, who apparently survived my rampage. Well, barely. He can barely talk anymore, he's missing an ear and both of he's half blind on one eye. "You will pay for what you have done, you cursed Shimura," I spat, leaning against the wall. He merely smirked and pointed his new cane towards me. "Maybe one day, my dear Kireha. But now," his smirked widened, "you'll pay for your deeds." His voice is croaky and disgusting and I'm happy to sense that he's hurting from it.
I had lost my senses, the day when I saw they had Kemu. Things snapped in me, something. I'm not too sure what it was, but I am fairly confident it has to do with my bloodline limit. But I didn't dwell on that too much. I mainly thought of these sick bastards that dared to touch my family. My poor family that just wanted to be safe and away from war. That just wanted peace. How dare they take a child!? What was the point, to hurt her? She doesn't hold information, she was innocent, she was a child. Was. Now, I just know she's gone. In an attempt to stop me, they killed her. It fueled me more.
Remorse. Anger. Guilt.
They weren't pretty when they were expressed with killing intent.
I was in an even worse mood when I realized I felt relief.
A sick sense of relief. The relief that Kemu no longer needs to be in this cruel world, that now she's eternally, peacefully sleeping. That thought process just made me madder. I thought of all the different ways I could kill Kosotsuko. Slowly and painfully seems fitting for him. Maybe too fitting. Maybe he's doesn't deserve to die. Maybe just a forever lasting, painful life… yeah, that seems nice.
"You've dealt more... damage that we had thought," he said, unintentionally hissing. I raise an eyebrow at him, "Really? I hadn't noticed." Maybe he was mentally challenged, that sick bastard. My memorues may be hazy, but I remember killing too many people and things being on fire. He nods and stands up correctly. "Here I thought, killing all of your cousins and Kireha members were enough. They were resilient, but weak. It was much easier to handle that kid."
...He's the one that ordered the torture and killing of my clanmembers... hm? I keep my chakra under control and send him a lazy look. "Sorry to disappoint," I respond. He stared at me for a couple more seconds until he walks away, probably to get the daily torturer or whatever. Since he seemed a little more than just injured, I suppose he won't be my torturer for a couple more days.
I leaned back on the wall and closed my eyes. A few things have come to my attention.
The first, is my weird state after being captured. I had paid little to no attention to my surroundings. To the point I was extremely disappointed in myself, because apparently, this Kosotsuko person has been my torturer since day one. He's the one that's been organizing what to do with me, so that they could squeeze information from me. He was doing a bad job to say the least. It's too bad he doesn't know that the worst possible pain that could be implemented on me, has already happened. So apparently, when I'm in shock, I go in this zone of 'no fucks are given'.
Second are these clicks that echoed in my body. I remember them well. Six of them, and each time I felt more powerful. But I didn't need to move to know that these clicks came with a price. My muscles ached. It rivaled the nail peeling the Shimura have done.
Third, and most importantly, is why in the world Kemu was captured. Surely, Kireha hasn't weakened that much by my absence? So if a kid got captured by the enemy... then they were ambushed. Somehow. I heard the footsteps and some metals clinking. I glared at the person that stood in front of my cell. The replacement, hm? I had to make sure I never enter that zone again and I needed to get out to return to Kireha quickly. The man crouched in front of me, a straight line replacing his lips. "We will try something different today, Kireha."
x
How much blood do I even have anymore? I cough out the blood from my mouth, glaring at the Shimura. These goddamned Shimura. He put the collar back around my neck and as he goes back, about to leave my cell through the door, but the small bag that hangs from his waist doesn't escape my attention... the bag was bloody, and it seemed to be holding spherical objects. Soon enough, I snort as I realized what it contained, 'so some things really never change'. "You Shimura and eyes," I manage to say. I cough out my blood and I see him glance back at me. "No wonder you see the least."
x
I entertain myself by shocking the Shimura by letting useless information come out from my mouth randomly. I used to stay silent all the time. I don't want to talk to people who don't value anything important. I don't talk to people who killed my family. But it was interesting to see their reactions. So when two of them were cleaning their utensils that were covered by my blood, I shook and sputtered, blood grossly sneaking out of my wounds, nose and mouth. And well, ears. Today's special was ears. From what I could hear, which was quite a challenge today, they were talking about overthrowing the Uchiha, or more specifically, Madara.
I laughed, "You think you're strong?! Ah, wait until the atomic bombs come around," I smirk at them, "You'll most literally cease for existence. Your atoms will break apart until nothing of you is left. Sounds nice, right?" I sigh in bliss, "Why can't that happen to me?"
"She's talking in tongues again, Kosotsuko-san," I hear one of them whispering. I roll my head to look at the Shimura peering in my cell from outside the bars. "You should take notes, it's not every day I talk so casually about the actual me." They ignore me and I sigh, looking up. Soon, a woman came in and started to patch up the life threatening wounds. Yeah, they had a medic come in to make sure I could survive the torture round. I kept my eyes closed as she checked my leg that was very much broken.
One could never get used to pain. Pain doesn't work that way.
But one could tolerate pain bit by bit.
I could tell the medic woman didn't care if I was hurting or not, as she touched the open wound and roughly did the bandages. She was just doing her disgusting job. I spiked my chakra for a moment, which seemed to startle her. She stumbled back and glared at me harshly. I kept my eyes closed. "Don't worry, I was just making sure I'd remember your chakra sense," she stood up and was about to walk away. "I hold grudges and killing is my job." She walked out faster than before.
x
I don't remember how many days I've been in this stinking cell. The one I arrived it got exploded, because of me, so I got transported to a new, worse looking, more enforced one. I just know I've been in here for far longer than I should. I somehow doubt I'm going to get out of here alive. It has been too long and energy is slowly being drained from me permanently. I don't know how I got that much energy when they... showed me Remu, but I definitely cannot do that again. My body barely has enough energy to heal itself. And going with how talkative I am about my previous life, my mental health isn't looking too good for me either. I breathe in deeply, that mere action bringing pangs of pain to my chest area. How many scars would I have now? More than I can count probably.
I close my eyes, darkness guiding me to the back of my mind.
x
Without needing to sense Kosotsuko, I knew he was in a bad mood. He slammed the door open and grabbed my neck. I didn't give him the satisfaction of opening my eyes or talking, so I stayed as still as what I resembled: a corpse. "You useless woman," he spat, throwing me to the ground. I lay still on the ground and grunted as he kicked me in the stomach, reopening the wounds of yesterday.
Quicker than I could comprehend, he took off all of my restraints, pushed me to my back on the ground, and stabbed five long kunais in my body: one to each hand, one to each foot and one through my stomach. I would have thought this seemed extremely familiar to when I got captured and would have commented on his lack of creativity, but the pain was excruciating and I groaned. I tried to stop my limbs from trembling in pain, but my body couldn't stop and it hurt so much and why in the fucks would he do this?! I gritted my teeth together and glared at Kosotsuko who stepped around me so that he stood at my feet.
"You're not meant to stayed 'strong' for this long," he started. "Now. Explain your blood line limit," he walked around my body, avoiding the pool of blood. I said nothing so he crouched next to my stomach and took the kunai that was stuck in my stomach. "How is it related to your body? Is it extractable?" He's asked these questions many times, and he's an idiot for asking them still. He stared at my face as I said nothing but stared at the ceiling.
He grabbed the kunai and turned it, making me flinch. "It's related to removing chakra from your body and making it tangible. How do your contrast it. Which organ is used to make your blood line limit possible?" He removed the kunai and pointed to my neck, "Is it your bones?" he trailed the kunai down my skin, making a small cut. He placed it above my heart, "Or your heart?" he turned it slightly, so that it dug in my skin slightly. A bit of blood went through my clothes, making a small dot of blood appear on my ragged clothes.
He moved the kunai up so that he had it in between my eyes. "Or your eyes, like the Uchiha?" he whispered. This time, I opened my eyes fully and looked at him. "If you don't answer, we'll need to experiment with each organ individually." A fruitless threat. I close my eyes once again, completely unafraid of the man.
"You disgust me," my voice is croaky but I couldn't care less. "To take a little girl's eyes because you assumed our blood line limit. Not even that, but she was so young that she hasn't even begun training for her blood line limit. Not even Uchiha's have their sharingans at her age."
I almost want to laugh at him, so I just manage with a dry smirk. "How desperate."
It didn't seem like he liked that answer… not in the slightest. The room was filled by his killing intent and I could tell he was mad, upset, emotional, everything a ninja shouldn't feel and everything I should be feel, and he plunged the kunai below my abdomen. I held in my scream and tried not to move and tried not to want to tear his throat out because I knew I couldn't.
"Tell."
I stayed silent as he dragged the kunai up my body, definitely cutting through vital organs. I bit my lip down, wanting so much to stop everything, to stop him.
When I continued on staying silent, very obviously as blood was seeping out of my lips from holding them down with my teeth, he sliced faster.
"TELL ME."
He drew it through the middle of my chest and I held in the gasp. He touched something bad. Something very, very bad. I could feel everything inside and outside me bleeding. But he touched the heart. It wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. I wanted to stop breathing for my frantic heart, as it tried to pump blood but blood was continuously coming out of my body.
He seemed to be fed up and ended the cut my dragging it up my neck to finally slice a part of my jawline. He stood up and threw the kunai next to my head, cutting a bit of my ear. I couldn't hear what he said, everything was starting to get cloudy. Pieces of black started appearing. Everything was coming at once and leaving.
I felt so hot and so cold. Mainly cold. It was so cold. So cold.
It hurt so much. I couldn't- I- how- why- this-
Blank.
x
Screaming. That's what woke me up. The beautiful sounds of screams. I didn't realize at first they were screams. At first it was more like that annoying ringing sound, but it slowly became more distinguished. Before I can comprehend anything else, I was thrown to the wall to my right, the wall behind me having… exploded of some sort. I grunted, too weak to move. What the fuck were the Shimura up to now?
…something was digging in my stomach and it was incredibly uncomfortable. And painful. Mostly painful.
I groaned as I pushed myself to turn over so that I laid on my back. After much effort and too much energy, I was on my back… I didn't dare to open my eyes, knowing it would hurt my brain. Everything was hurting more than it should. Everything, everywhere. But I had to know what the hell was going on.
I slowly opened my eyes, making sure to adjust to the lighting… which was nonexistent. It took me a few minutes to figure out who I was for a brief second. I hated pain, so much. This… this is. This is indescribable. It takes time for my eyes to come to their senses. The blood loss wasn't helping…
It didn't smell like blood so much. Was I finally going officially insane? I could smell dirt, wet dirt. I could smell something alive, breathing. Something that's not blood. I needed to touch it. I need to feel, I need to see, taste, smell, hear, taste, that it's real. I need to get up. I barely acknowledge the fact my restraints, the chains were no longer stuck to the wall. There's a small confusion on why I can suddenly move so freely. But I focus more on the pain and on the potential freedom.
I needed to go. Not, not needed. I had to.
I put my hands on the ground and groaned when I felt the pain intensify. I had to pull through. It doesn't matter if I don't get far, but I need to try. I need to try to get out here. I had to at least try. I had to.
Blood dribbled down my chin, but I paid it no mind. No, I paid more attention to the fact that my guts were almost spilling out. I breathed raggedy breaths and leaned on the wall to help me up. I put one hand to my stomach, where that goddamed Kototsuko sliced me up, to control the blood flow as the shock had opened the frail and life threatening wound. With all my might, I pulled myself up, and stood on my own two feet. My knees wanted to buckle and I just wanted to quit.
But I knew that wouldn't be beneficial for anyone.
So, with what I could see as black dots started forming in my view, I walked out of my cell and through the hole that almost killed me. The outside is warmer than it is inside the cell, but its still night. There are shadows everywhere and my ears are killing me because the ringing just got louder as did the explosions and the sound of metal to metal contact. But I walk as far as I walk and as fast as I can, to get away from the cell, from Kototsuko, from this whole Shimura bullshit so that I can come back to Kireha. To be back to my family.
I want to go back… I, I- I
I… I'm about to give up when I see someone drop in front of me.
"Kireha-san," they whisper harshly… why would they whisper? I try to recognize who they are, but I can't chakra sense and things are getting blurry. Things are going too fast and too slow and the whole world is moving too fast when I just stay behind with nothing but myself. I don't comprehend anything bit everything is too loud and my mind is too silent and I hate everything about me and everything around me. "My name is Shikaro Nara, I am to being you back to your clan." But it's too late and I fall to the ground, darkness finally embracing me.
x
Everything is garbled and everything hurts.
Everything is disgusting and everything about myself disgusts me.
I feel the movements of something moving but it's not me that moves.
I don't think about it too much and I fall in darkness and I fall deeper within myself.
x
It's comfortable. Almost so comfortable that I want to stay like this forever. It reminds me of… something of that past. A bed that's not really a bed… a water bed. A warm, water bed, except it's much softer and much more consuming. Much more wholesome.
But just like sleeping and wanting to stay sleeping, I get tingles all over my body. Alarms that say I need to wake up. The darkness gains spots of light and before I can prepare myself, my eyes open.
It was blinding at first, but figures started to form. At first they were basic objects, like circles or colors and squares. Shapes that mean nothing alone but that means everything to humans. These shapes merge together to make more complex shapes… and soon, my brains links these complex shapes together and puts a name on it.
"Kin…" I croak, finally realizing what… no, who it was. He smiled ever so gently at me, "We're glad to see you are awake, Yasu." I just stare at him, looking at every single aspect that I could. My eyes still weren't good, as things started being blurry again. But I could see the lines of stress on his foreheads, his mouth moved slightly into a permanent scowl. That scar above his eyebrow showing how I almost sliced his brain open when he used to teach me summers ago.
"I've failed you, Kin… everyone" I manage to say. He moves closer to me and my eyesight becomes cloudier and more blurry. He seems to wipe something under my eyes. I only now realize the reason why I was seeing blurry was because I was crying. "They're all dead… I'm so sorry… please don't forgive me, I don't deserve…"
He sighs and bows his head slightly and strokes my hair. "We will talk about that later. For now, rest. Kireha needs you, don't forget that."
It was in that exact moment that changed my mind set.
Beforehand, everything I did was because it seemed like it was the right thing to do. I needed to help my clan, as simple as that. They were my family, and I had to protect them.
But it's so much more than that. It's not just protecting and leading them to success. It's to be with my clan, to be the same entity as them. They're no characters from my previous life, they are people who I live, eat, breathe with. They are as much them as I am me.
Before I had protected them because I knew I would feel bad about not doing anything. I would feel bad about myself because someone else got injured. It was a selfish feeling of serving others so I would feel better about myself, so I could think better about myself.
But not anymore. I felt it firsthand. When someone was hurt, I was hurt. When Kopu died, everything in me died and I saw how lifeless I was in the beginning in that cell. This time, I'd do everything in my power to save them. I don't care if I die, I don't get if I get humiliated or shunned. I don't care if I want to kill myself or if no one likes me. I've lived a life already and now I know enough to make things right.
holy fkn shit this is a long chapter. 5312 words to be exact. HOLLYY
ok summary:
Yasu's captured and it's not looking good for her. She's in a blank state where she can't process he emotions so she's feeling nothing. More explained later
Kemu, Kireha small cousin, got captured and she snaps when she realizes the Shimura hurt her. Her 'snapping' has more to it though
Also the Shimura think the Kireha blood limit is related to their eyes? Those dumbasses. Hence the reason why Kemu doesn't have eyes
Yasu isn't that OP so she gets gets captured again after her snapping/rampage. Torture gets worse and things are looking worse
Kototsuko Shimura is her main torturer, and apparently he got real mad and may have almost killed her (she'd be dead if it weren't for the medics)
Day after Kototsuko's pissy, slicey day, there appears to be an attack (an ambush?) to the Shimura compound
Yasu manages to escape and just as she faints, a Nara saves her and she wakes up next to Kin Kireha, her sensei
And that's a wrap! Wow this chapter was so hard to write. There's.. i don't know man
lots of thanks and love to fixerbacta and eagle0108! got a good feeling about this
24 - May - 2018
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