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I've become lost, he said. Broken up and into pieces by this stain on my flesh: the Enemy. He broke his throne, usurped him; drew from his lips defeatist words. The entity that lived in his mind had become everything. It had consumed him. There was no victory for Kleine. He was forever suppressed by his dual nature, society always telling him no but his skin always undulating, yes.
It had been years of the most pleasurable torture. He had resigned as Shogun, seeing fit to stay away from the world. He did not explain to himself why he did this, it was such a subtle acknowledgment that even the Enemy wouldn't begin to suspect anything: he was finding an answer, a way to free himself. To regain control of this ridiculed shape and form.
And so he formed the Kech Marah -- a group of powerful shinobi set to "recapture the Jyuubi", which in reality, it was to purify the Saigon and ask them for a blessing: to save Kleine's soul from the demon that lived within, the Shinsei that the marchers screamed over and the mothers and fathers who clutched their children tightly in their arms, praying that they'd never see that wolf's face mounted atop a horse with a banner to his side. They feared the great beast of the Fire Country only nearly as much as he feared himself.
Every now and then, he'd pray at this shrine and search for peace. He didn't pray to their Gods, though - instead to his, Falsalazar, the one winged Dragon God of the Heiland Clan. He believed that he existed. He had seen dragons in his dreams, hovering over him. The only things that the Enemy feared - the Enemy, who must have been their devil, their dual spirit.
And yet, it all seemed so pointless now that he was here, his head against the wood and repenting for all the mistakes he'd made.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:17 pm
Cherry blossoms. Pink flowers that seemed to shower this place constantly, adding a certain allure to it. This was no place for him, a place of prayer and salvation. Often Atlas would question if his humanity was still intact, if there was even a shred left. And more often than not, the answer would be no. And he was okay with that. Atlas Gūru was too far gone, a snail crawling on a razor's edge. So why did he come? It was pretty, that's for sure. Was he one to go sight seeing? Apparently so. He'd stay around the border though, watching from a distance. He'd probably burn up setting foot into that place. A piano played inside his head, cheerful high pitched keys, entailing a mysterious tone. The entire affair was kinda heartfelt. Atlas moved forward, apprehensively. He wasn't looking to be converted or anything, but maybe something worthwhile was here? What could he be expecting though? He set his gaze on the large temple surrounded by falling cherry blossoms. It sure was a sight to see. He'd been raised in a hellish place of sorts, dirt poor. It served no function other than raising him. Things like this were not around where he was from, but maybe that was for the best. Atlas liked how things turned out. Amidst the ruins and carnage of his past he found his last real chance at power, his Genjūmin, Heart Eater. It was strapped to his waist, hanging off to the side. He blinked his blue eyes twice, taking a few more steps forward. "What am I doing here..."
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There was another shinobi here. He felt the energy drawing closer. It was rare that shinobi these days were religious; they were taught to fight for their order and their leader, not really so much for their God. Then again, not everyone who came to the Temple was religious. Sometimes, they just liked the atmosphere. Yeah. That was a good enough reason; Kleine did too. When he turned and saw him, he almost smiled at first but then bit his lower lip. The man looked attractive - fair haired, fair eyed, fair skin. But, there was something about him that wasn't quite right . . . it was, perhaps you could say, a "mantra" that he let off. He wasn't exactly mortified or anything, as he'd found himself inseparably paired with the darker side of the mortal duality. However, in such a holy place where he'd gone to witness holy people, it was disconcerting. It seemed like the people of this nation were going darker and darker - more hateful, resentful, less trustworthy. He blamed that . . . second side of himself, coming into this land and corrupting it with a dark ambition.
He wondered, though, if this man was the result of the conquest or by his own heart. He seemed so adapted to his state of being - like Kleine - that the darkness in his mind was muffled not by choice but by experience. Years of it, must have been.
"It's a rather nice place," the man said, his deep and foreign accent resonating through his words. He stood up, no longer kneeling for the God that he wasn't sure existed. "A thousand reasons one could wish to come here. But you - you're not the type for nine hundred and ninety nine of them." He smiled slightly, turning his face to the man with the pale hair. He figured that he was simply . . . looking to find an amorphous 'something', that he may have not expected. He saluted the man, knowing very well not to offer an untrusted one a hand. But - he was interested in who he was. Perhaps because he just loved to pretend to hate the dark side before - always - immersing himself back into it. "Kleine Heiland. You?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 10:06 pm
It was too warm here, something that Atlas was definitely not used to. He'd skimmed out on wearing his usual outfit, opting out for something more loose fitting. A tank top of some sorts, he wasn't too sure what it would be called. A man approached Atlas, or Atlas approached him and he reacted. Either way, Atlas was being sized up. He suddenly became judgmental of the scar on his nose.The man's eyes seemed to scan him, see through him, into the recesses of his mind. Atlas wondered what that would look like, a deep venture into the mind of a monster. What type of ******** up nonsense would you have to wade through, only to find a core of confidence and ambition? Although that sounded pretty farfetched.
The guy looked... experienced to say the least, and not in the least bit worried about what Atlas' agenda was. Either he was blissfully ignorant or extremely perceptive. The latter seemed more realistic, given the sheer aura of dominance the guy was giving out. He was a total knock out, and maybe that played toward his advantage. He certainly seemed more approachable the most the people in here.
Finally he spoke. "Yeah, it sure is swell." His tone in his voice was uninterested, he wanted something else now. "The reason I came? Maybe I'm not as unique as you think. Atlas shrugged, giving him a smile. "I'm pretty run of the mill, you know?" He took a single step backwards. "Atlas Gūru. Certified monster." He smirked, giving another shrug. He didn't know exactly what to make of Kleine.
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Not as unique as you think, he said. That made the man grin a little, just a teensy bit. "I don't think. I know." He was sizing him up indeed - envisioning, from the scar on his face to the calloused fap hands that held to his side. He did everything short of mind reading, which was something that he could do as well . . . for the price of dealing with that ghastly creature he'd come here to shrug away. Still, even knowing he was a monster, he had a killer smile. The Heiland smiled too, more gratified and vibrant than the other man's sharp-toothed grin. "I'm run off the mill too, you know. Just the hand of a machine that doles out a great amount of philosophy. And that gives us something in common. Certified monster, too - another thing in common. Gee, we may be best friends already." He liked this guy's attitude. It was refreshing - and somehow, unlike anything he'd encountered for a long time. When was the last time he'd met someone who he could look at and immediately tell - he's like me? And yet, not like me? Comfortable with his position?
Perhaps never. There was - sort of - his father, and then there was . . . Lars, but not quite. There was Asher, but he wasn't a monster so much as he was a wandering soul.
Ironically, this setting made him feel very comfortable. "Unique blood you've got, Atlas. And nice name. The question is, a man with a charming smile, skills with a blade and an overwhelming passion is bound to something - what is that for you? I know you're not quite sure why you're here, but I assumed that it was because you were hoping for the chance of opportunity. Maybe without knowing it, you caught onto my energy and felt a pull. I've heard theories of such a thing. And if that's the case, then your body did you right. I'm the best man to hang around when you've got things that want to be done."
Then, he said nothing, and began to walk southwards . . . towards Konoha.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 1:52 pm
____TIMELINE_____ Whisk, Whisk. The wind blew brunette strands into her eye's view; the few hairs that escaped the messy bun thrown atop her tiny head. The monotonous clatter of heels impaling the temple floors became mute to the young lady, a sound that was all too familiar. The blood red stilettos strutted forward with the chain-linked clutch bag accompanying her right shoulder. Skylar Catherine Kelly searched for any inhabitants with her oceanic hues. No one. But what did she see? The once immaculate, elaborate temple drawings and columns were littered with childish graffiti that usually involved a p***s or two. Rolling her eyes at the stupid phrases and memes strewn along the walls the young lady sighed. Sky had already made her mind up; there was no way in hell she'd clean the drawings from its sacred walls. But-- she would take care of the little pests. Crack.
The unexpected sound put the young lady on high alert. There was supposedly no one in this space. Tehee, this would be fun. By toiling with the loose strands, the kunoichi managed to slide the bulk of them behind her ear. Shifting her weight into a comfortable, yet sexy stance, the melodic voice came to life." Is--is anybody here? I'm scared, can someone please help me", the helpless-acting voice echoed. Was this little front enough to grab the culprit's attention?
Crack.
There it was again. Playing her 'damsel in distress' drama piece, she took a few cautious-sounding steps in the direction in which the sound emanated. The sound was still in the air, booming from one column to the next. Pulling the mini-skirt downwards in an attempt to add into this mirage, the tread continued. "Umm...", the cute voice beckoned upon the invisible contender. This b***h deserved a grammy. Bravo. Bravo.
Following this crack was a troupe of three boys and a female. They emerged from the column directly in front of Skylar. It kinda threw her off though, there seemed to be more than she'd expected. Then, the young lady. The girl was littered with paint along with the boys, ew. Tomboy was the only thing that screamed in Sky's psyche. Like ew. Then her hair was a mess, not a cute one either. Anyway, concentrating on the mission at hand the faking continued. "Hey, are you all from around here? My name is Sky, it's truly a pleasure to meet you all....", the velvet tone bellowed through the vicinity. Offering a tan hand as trust, she blessed the group with a smile. No one took the bate. No one spoke, no one gave in to any of her attempt to make contact in any form. Rudeness. Agitation was bubbling with the hot-headed woman, it was clear as crystal what would have to be done. Evidently the sneaky, seductive method was out of the window(even though it usually worked). With a good look of the four, Skylar Catherine Kelly knew they were definitely around her age. Height, masculinity, features, and the woman's small perks perched on her chest told so. "Like...what the hell...you guys are so rude. Like I'm so lost right now, and you guys are totally not helping me. Oh my god. I don't even care anymore because I came here to beat your asses anyway. After this a** woopin', girl you need to get a pedicure, manicure and all in between. You look like someone already wooped your a**, so I guess I'll save you for last. Okay honey bun?" An innocent, pearly white beam was forced into the troupe's possession. This one wasn't offered, it was slapped into their faces.
Then, the shortest of the three boys stepped forward. "Look b***h", he strode closer and closer to Sky. Each step brought him closer to a big mistake. "I don't care who you are, nor where the hell you came from. My name is Tommy, the leader of this squad. We do whatever the hell we want. The world is our canvas, and this is just itch we couldn't help but scratch. But Keep talkin' and we'll give you a little sum sum to talk about. Capiche? You're pretty and all, but this is definitely not a place for a pretty little lady like you to be. So run along, and tell your little Kage that you failed your mission. Okay?", his hands were sucked into his small pockets. Now his tread ceased, directly below Skylar's nose. If she didn't have on her highest heels today, they probably would have been face to face.
Miss Kelly was stuck on the 'b***h'. All else after those words seemed extra and irrelevant. That was her number one pet peeve. When someone called her a b***h, there was no taking it back. There was no 'just kidding', it was only a** woopins' to follow. Sky could hear the cautious steps of the dirty female slowly moving backwards to evade the obvious oncoming fight. "Call me b***h....one...more...time." Her words were sharp, solemn and meaningful. The suspense was so thick that you could feel it with your hands.
"B-", was the only word he could utter before Skylar's manicured right hand reached out with a precise, striking speed around his throat. The girl's pale, inner palm began to heat up. With her left fixed on the chain of her dangling purse, she watched as the steam from the contact of hand-to-neck began. The others two male foe quickly rushed into action. A few things happened in almost a blur: Skylar Catherine Kelly unhanded the boy's neck, she judged the way the enemies projected themselves at her in order to make an efficient evade, and then the young lady reshifted her weight only to pounce into the air leaving all three enemies beneath her. One was down, his neck dry and dehydrated from her devilish touch. But-- then something unexpected happened. They two targets exploded into a plethora of white sheets. Paper? Slightly caught off guard, Sky didn't notice that one was reforming behind her whilst airborne. The white sheets added into his features until he was full once more. Positioning her into a choke-hold, the boy slammed the damsel's curvy body onto the hard, marble floor. Ouch. A loud shriek exploded from her mouth. Without thinking twice, Skylar simply gripped the man's arms that were in around her neck firmly. Using the same technique, his skin would smoke in a degree of burns before the signals of his brain made him let go. That burn was pretty bad too. The burned shinobi bowed from the fight, their burns were too hankering to concentrate on winning this battle.
A tornado of paper began to bombard the young lady. It was now obvious that two of her foes were origami clansmen. They were becoming such a drag. The chain-link on the young lady's arm was beginning to urk her nerves, the repetitious slinging back and forth was throwing her off. Oh how easy it was to distract her. Focus. There were only two to go, well one because the ugly little girl wasn't about that life. The swirling plethora of white paper entrapped her, testing its limits was a must. Sky quickly pressed her index finger against the sides of the spinning wall only to notice that the paper was sharp. As hell. Not only that, the paper actually stuck to her finger. Trying her best to keep calm, the kunoichi simply heated her hand to incinerating, thus burning the paper like a fly over a bonfire. "This is like, super duper lame....just so you know...", her cockiness knew no bounds. Without such much as a warning, or preparation, Skylar took in a deep breath. A cloud of superheated wind was blown from her fine red lips. Ruby red if you want to be technical. The air within the cyclone would become dry, and dehydrated. The tornado began to slow down. Slower, and slower until eventually the leaves fell like snow around her. Though she talking trash, and cared more about appearance that anything else.....Skylar Catherine Kelly was no fool. Knowing his little body transforming trick, she used his attack to dehydrate him as he swirled around her useful technique. Sluggishly, the paper began to gather itself. Very slowly in fact-- a piece here and there until a little over half of his body had retracted from his paper form.
"Now where is that little-", her voice abruptly stopped as a rough hand grabbed her hair and yanked her backwards. Not only was she being pulled backwards, a cyan bubble began forming around her. Before she could think anything, anything at all, the bubble fully formed around her(Water Prison). The bubbly began to fill with water, the evil hand still held tight to her hair. But-- who? Two of the shinobi she'd incapacitated were laid directly in eye's view. The other had a nasty throat burn that would take weeks to recover from, he definitely wasn't retuning to this royale. Then the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The girl. Turning to the girl in an awkward position, due to the girl holding tight to her hair, she saw. The girl she had deemed weak at the very beginning of the battle. It was her. But-- but...there weren't any. The prison was now filled with the water. A deep breath was stolen before the water could fully engulf her head. Kicking hard against the walls, Sky realized that this was no lower-ranked technique. This was too powerful, too calculated to be such. Was the girl the most powerful the entire time?
By and by, methods to escape this bubble became slim to none. A questionable gibber could be heard, only mouth movements. The other foe began to recover, all grinning at their caught prey. She...couldn't breathe, she couldn't.....breathe. The oxygen in her lungs became sparse. The leaf shinobi could feel her lungs crying out for a single whiff of fresh air. Panic. Panic, was the only thing she could think of. For a second, she cared not about her fashion or hair because the shinobi was drowning her. This girl had an intent to kill her, Sky could feel it in her bones. Scream bubbles emanated from her mouth as her inaudible curses spewed.
Sky could feel herself dying. The energy left her body, as if drained from an outside force. Then her went limp. The purse dangled in mid-air. Her stilettos had left her feet bare.
It happened...
A forest. A dark forest lit with the crescent, pale moonlight. Here she was. This was so unfamiliar, yet familiar to her eyes. Had she been here before. In her full outfit again, Skylar stood in the center of the rock pathway lit by moonlight and crimson torches. "Where...am...I? I swear I was just....is this heaven? Damn, I knew I was going to die a virgin...I knew I should have went ahead and-", her irrelevant rant continued in the background as the stilettoes pelted the gravel road. It was quite uncanny the way this pathway beckoned upon her, drew her into the correct direction. After a short journey, a dark cave drew her in its direction. The cave was dark, chained with a seal blazing its crimson rays onto the pathway."Wha-that is this...", her fearful voice carried in the whip-like flurries of wind. The dark voice carried from the inner cave into her soul. "Welcome to my Domain. I am Gobi, the demon of Five. I have summoned you with an offer", the voice hadn't revealed its body.
Before it could finish, the young lady interrupted. "I knew I was going to hell. No I'm not being your spawn or anything like that. Can you at least tell me where I went wrong? I didn't mean to steal my best friend's boyfriend. He wanted me..", she continued until the deep voice roared with a powerful chakra. Sky's hair blew backwards as her eyes widened into full attention. What the hell was going on?
"Foolish girl, you are not dead. Yet. You are in a battle with shinobi and are on the brink of death. You host me, I am a demon. A demon who have been stowed away in the body of a little girl. Now, my power requires your acceptance. I will lend you my power, defeat these foe and back down to no one." The massive white demon revealed the first half of its body, the golden tipped skin emanated a glow of some kind. Slightly afraid and yet intrigued, Sky nodded in acceptance. Power was the only thing she truly wanted, she never cared about the consequences. "Now go!", it snarled.
Then her control left her body. The blinding glow of her pale eyes raised concern among those that tried to steal her life. Suddenly, the cloak of chakra forced the prison into submission. Mirrors from the splats of water made Sky notice her current form. The devilish eyes, the chakra cloaked body. The power. It made her hungry, for a fight. A low pitched roar came from the being; all four of the shinobi flew backwards from the sheer radiation of the blasting roar. Kill. Four chakra arms sprouted from the cloak from various areas. The arms were so quick that neither of the foe expected to doge such a spontaneous attack. Flinging them all backwards into columns and walls, each could feel their conscious slipping. Their eyes were low and deathly. Steam suddenly poured from her body. The steam quickly filled the entire temple, the raw he was draining each shinobi of their life force. Though they tried to take her life, Skylar didn't wish to take theirs. Stop....stop. For some reason, this beast she had become wasn't ceasing actions. Its lust for a challenge wouldn't subside though hers had. What door had she opened? "STOP!", the demon roared in unison with her voice. The cloak began to melt from her, but it was too late. Their red, chapped skin foretold their death. Neither moved. Neither showed any form of life. This is what she had become. A killer. Leaving her heals behind, the messy wet hair she owned slapped her while she ran. Ran like there was no tomorrow. Just like that, she was gone. Yes she had left the scene, the scene would never leave her heart.
