Seeing through Reality [P/M]

[lore.]

He held back his tongue for the first time in his life, for he didn't bother to encourage the foolish argument between him and the Hokage. It was clear as day that this man knew nothing of being a shinobi - a shinobi had to kill to reach their goal, to reach the top! But Ryusuke only spoke foolishness, chanting on about how killing was just showing the fact that ninjas were animals. The words echoing through the snake's eardrums and affecting his being, causing him to just hold his face in disgust.

“You must be joking - animals? How the hell did you become Hokage!? We must kill to fuckin' survive, to live another day and sleep another night. So what if Sunagakure attacked us!? What are you going to do, try to make peace!? You're oblivious to the fact we need to kill to survive! Ninjas are animals!” His words were cold - similar to his lifeless eyes; dull and cold, showing no emotions at all. It seemed that the two were obviously raised differently, Makoto raised to kill, while Ryusuke was raised to be noble in a sense. It was pathetic and low in the mind of Makoto -

The two were like water and oil, things that could and would never be able to mix or become one entity. But while these two were arguing about morals, the medics were trying to bring the man back to life - all their efforts proving to be futile. They soon gave up and placed the body in a bag, dragging it out of the torture room. One medic in particular walked over to the two (Makoto and Ryusuke) and stated softly, “He is dead, we tried our best, sorry Lord Hokage.” And then he was gone with the rest, dragging the lifeless body.

“Ahhhh, sweet justice has been served. Don't you agree, Hokage-sama~” Traces of mockery could be detected in the man's words - his facade soon being plastered with a devious smirk. The Kagehebi felt proud in what he had done and gracefully began to exit from the small room, laughing while exiting. His laugh was evil, dark, demonic so-to-speak and would send chills down the spine of any man who was spineless.

[Trigga]

Did he really just say what I thought he did? Could my ears have deceived me and placed false words into my consciousness with the coldhearted intent of mistrusting myself? No, this wasn’t the assumption I favored, nor was it anywhere near the truth. I looked on with expressionless, still eyes as the man continued on about how it was the obligation of a Shinobi to kill. This in itself was imprudent and while withholding my tongue and abandoning this conversation in whole seemed the most tolerable in regards to returning to the matter had hand, I couldn’t restrain my thoughts and soon they would run rampant.

“You’re truly ignorant. It was never the duty of a Shinobi to kill—you have your occasion mixed up with a murderer. As Shinobi, and Shinobi’s of the Hidden Leaf, we’re meant to protect the walls of our homes and our allies. While death can’t be completely avoided in our field of expertise, it should never be our first option. Since you don’t seem to understand this, it’s rather obvious why you didn’t become Ho---.”

His words, while once blunt, and directed with the intention of piercing the iron skin of the snake proverbial soon faded at the mention of the prisoner’s condition. The grim reaper had surfaced and upon his retreat, kidnapped Shinoshi and drug him down into the depths of hell—the conniver in aid being Kagehebi Makoto. This itself forced the Uchiha’s heart to drop as his body burned with the same sweltering flames that his hands produced on the battlefield. His alignment with Katon emerging in his posture as his hands clenched forcefully driving his fingers deep into his palms.

A moment of silence flooded the air around the Uchiha as his colleague fled to the scene, seemingly at ease with what he had implicated into reality. Passing by, the Medics marched out as well hosting the bagged body of the deceased collaborator. Notifying the Anbu to quickly canvas the great Hokage mountain to completely rid it of all venomous explosives, their day was done. Nonetheless Ryūsuke was far from content with the results. This was nothing more than a mission failure in his eyes.

[lore.]

The deed was done, death had come for the man that had betrayed the Hidden Leaf - bringing joy to the Snake. “Don't look so down Hokage, remember - this is what he wanted.” The Anbu ninjas in the room looked upon Makoto with disgust; many pondering on how he even became a ninja of the leaf, while others were trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Too be quite frank, he neither cared or bothered to care about what they thought about him, for they didn't understand anything about the Kagehebi.

Steps echoed through the halls of the building, as he found his way to the exit - praying that he would never be in a place like this again. But something was troubling him greatly, his eyes fueled with rage, yet with sadness at the same time. “That spineless Hokage, thinks he's great?” He paused, eyes lowering to the ground - “... maybe he is.” The thought of the Hokage being greater than him, honestly angered him greatly, but the Kage was right; Ryusuke is Hokage and Makoto is not.

Maybe that was how things were meant to be. But the feeling would not linger inside him for long, he quickly shook it off, ignoring the doubts that were in his mind and pressed forth. His movements were sluggish, dull and repetitive - as the thoughts found themselves back within his mind. Crawling and nibbling at his pride, causing him to hang his head in shame - his hair veiling his eyes as he did so.

What was this feeling? This feeling of aggravation, hate, and disgust - all of them being held within his heart. Ryusuke was actually making him feel lower than him, similar to how a pawn would feel to a king, a snake to a hawk, a lizard to dragon. This was completely bullshit, the snake shaking his head yet again to push the thoughts back to the depth of his complex mind, praying for them not to resurface again.

[ exit ]

[Messatsu!]

+ 90 @ both