Yo. Sad news, but im cancelling this story. After re-reading everything, I found so many problems that I couldnt even bear to continue on.
Which is why I am remaking all of it. Before I forget, Aeopexoh -i think i spelt that right- found the references I made! here's a virtual cookie.
Here is the first chapter of the new and improved, Beyond The Strongest.
3 secrets are hidden,
The symbol of a legendary clown and his crew.
A skeleton with a way to always tickle your 'funny bone'.
The 'monkey' who challenged the gods.
If ya find them, pm me and where you found it
People fear that which they do not know. People fear things they can't control. Some call the spinning comma in my blood red eyes a curse from the depths of hell, others call it the birth of something new.
Which is funny, because for all intents and purposes, it's just a miscoloured version of their own vaunted Six Eyes. At least for now.
Ah, I haven't introduced myself.
My name is Kānryo Gojo, brother to Satoru Gojo, and the wielder of the cursed eyes you most likely know as the Sharingan.
And this, is my story.
The sun trickled through the open window, illuminating my formerly dark room. Posters could be seen for a concert named Megalovania plastered on my dark red walls. An open book on my laptop could be seen in the light. And then, there was me, groaning as I rolled out of bed, my strikingly - yet scraggly- white hair in my obsidian coloured eyes. Dragging my sorry self across the black carpet. Before I could be described as 'awake' I was already in the bathroom, brushing my teeth.
I got the odd feeling that I was forgetting something, which was soon remedied by the loud, ear-piercing scream coming from my brother's room.
"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" yelled my -surprisingly- older brother, (with white hair much like mine, yet far, far smoother) who popped up behind me with all the subtlety of a cow in a pink dress doing the macarena. "Aren't you happy for me Kānryo?"
"Yeah yeah, now can you not shout in my ears ever again? You're gonna give me a headache if you haven't already." I responded exasperatedly, already used to my brothers antics.
"You're as depressed as ever, aren't you Kānryo? Well, no matter, mom wants us downstairs." said my brother, and before I could even open my mouth, he dragged me by the arm downstair, leaving zero room for me to complain, if I wanted to that is.
"Good morning boys, you're food is on the table." and that is my mom, with her bright blue eyes, golden hair, and well-tanned skin, her voice as chipper as always. Still tired, I mumbled a half-hearted good morning and moved to the dining table, broke my chopsticks, muttered a soft "Itadakimasu," before digging into my noodles, with my brother slurping noisily next to me.
Just like a normal morning in the Gojo household, at least for now.
A few hours later
Gentle light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. A collection of small plants was visible on the shelf by the window, greedily absorbing all the light they could. Chochin lanterns hanged from the ceiling, unlit at the moment. The soft oak walls were littered with paintings of a happily family - two young boys, one with eyes as dark as the blackest night, the other with eyes the clearest blue, both having a head of pure, white hair, wearing matching red shirts with a black Jolly Roger clearly visible on both of them. Two adults could be seen in the background, a woman clad in a white fur coat, blonde hair going down to mid-waist length, and blue eyes reminiscent of one of the young children. When the photo was taken, her eyes twinkled with mirth and her mouth was partly open as she laughed at something the man next to hear said. The man, who surely was her partner, had meticulously brushed white hair and vibrant green eyes, whispering something to the woman with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Satoru, happy birthday to you!" sang my entire family, including my father, who had only recently woken up due to the excited screeching of my brother - which I suppose, for today, is understandable -. Speaking of my brother, the grin that he was wearing threatened to split his face in half, so much pure, unadulterated glee emanating off of him that you could almost taste it. It was his big day after all. We all sat down at the table for lunch, and offered a soft prayer for Satoru, before he was finally allowed to open the box his cake was in, which I picked for him. It was a square bubble-gum cake, with the words 'Happy Birthday Satoru' written on it in blue frosting. As I glanced back at him, hoping he liked what I chose, I saw the wide smile on his face, which reassured me that I had made the right choice. With a smile, my father scratched his goatee, his white hair covering his vibrant green eyes and a soft smile on his face, said "Well, since all the ceremonial stuff is done, I think we should eat that cake already, now who's with me!"
Pretty sure that this goes unsaid, but it was a unanimous decision.
My mother cut the cake, giving all of us equal slices, except my brother, giving him a larger slice than the rest of us. Like normal, he tried to use it to annoy me with, but as normal, failed. Once I had finished my slice of cake, I made to leave, but decided to wait for my elder brother, who had already stained his perfectly good white shirt, but luckily avoided staining the carpet...by staining his trousers instead.
Satoru was...a headache. You get what I'm Saiyan?
Once my mother finally cleaned him off, sighing to herself the entire time, I asked if we could play outside for a bit, as the boredom of being cooped up in the house was starting to get to me. Luckily for my continued sanity, she agreed, and I wasted no time dragging my brother out with me to the park, him complaining the entire time for the sake of well...complaining.
Once we got there, he stopped griping about how I don't respect his 'authority' as my older brother, and ran to a basketball that was left there, kicking it towards me.
"Come on Kānryo, let's play football!" yelled my brother, jumping back and forth.
"First of all, that's a basketball." I deadpanned, staring him right in the face. "Second of all, I will play with you, if we play basketball." I continued, already seeing the pout creeping onto his face.
"Yay!" shouted my brother, before he began to dribble with it, until he tried to shoot, and almost managed to get it in, but failed. It kept on continuing in similar manner for both of us, until he finally hit a lucky goal, make the score 1-0 in his favour. Soon after that however, some of our friends, Akira, Ikumi, Yugo and Kenji showed up, and after congratulating Satoru on his birthday, joined us in our little game.
Akira had black hair and dull green eyes covered by rectangular glasses, affectively called four eyes by his sister, Ikumi. Speaking of her, she had long black hair which trailed down to her mid back, vibrant emerald eyes similar to her brother, but brighter. She was wearing a plain back shirt and blue jeans. Yugo and Kenji were identical twins, both having dark blue hair and brown eyes, Kenji wearing a blue scarf, and Yugo wearing an orange one.
Kenji went to my team, Akira went to my brother's. Despite being the only girl in the entire group, Ikumi was somehow more athletic about us, which I wonder says more about us than her, so everyone wanted her on their team. After a lucky coin flip, I was able to snag her for my own team, and Yugo went to my brother. basically assuring my victory with that simple action. Instead of Ikumi being offended, she was laughing at the fact that both teams wanted her so badly.
An hour later
What. Did. I. Say?
It was a goddamn landslide victory, 10-3 in my teams favour. If I didn't know better, I would've said she was using cursed energy to enhance herself, but nope.
Ikumi is just that cracked.
Now my dear brother is declaring that she cheated, with him and Kenji coming to blows rolling around the floor as Akira glanced other, rolled his eyes, then went back to reading a book he got from somewhere. Yugo and Ikumi were just laughing at the spectacle, and I just sighed.
Sometimes, despite being hailed as the brightest child from the Gojo clan, my brother is an honest to god imbecile.
Though I suppose if he was unbearably smart all the time, it would get annoying at some point.
Waving goodbye to our friend, me and Satoru walked off, him chattering my ear off about how unfair that was, and me humming as we walked back home.
As we got to our house, Satoru ran off to the garden, climbing one of the trees like a monkey, before yelling to me "Come get me you cheater!"
Exasperatedly, I walked over to him, beckoning for him to come down. Instead of doing the smart thing, and listening to me, he climbed higher than higher, somehow avoiding all the less stable branches.
But that couldn't last forever.
Sooner or later, his luck would run out.
And it did.
He grabbed onto a branch he thought that was safe, and when he put his weight on it, it snapped, sending him tumbling to the floor.
I was frozen. Rooted to the spot by surprise. The world seemed tinged red, and everything moved slower than normal, my brothers falling body moved as if it was going through jello, even the birds moved at crawling speeds.
Shell-shocked, I stood there, staring at my brother, blood pouring from his head and cuts all over his body, until a heart-wrenching scream tore itself from my throat, and my parents came running.
Satoru was sent to the hospital.
Chapter 1 of the remake is finished, tell me what you think. Ill be making a new story for this as well. The easter eggs for this one were quite easy as well, didnt make them too hard.
Have a good day yall!