Sanity is slipping [Closed]
Aug 9, 2011 5:11:06 GMT -8
Post by nnja2 on Aug 9, 2011 5:11:06 GMT -8
| [atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/qvttS.png][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px; border: 1px dotted #bcbcbc;] Kaguya Kira The Young Reaper  The day Kaguya Kira returned nobody quite knew what had happened, they had barely made it through the gates as the sun slipped below the horizon, within moments the Tsuchikage had began to stumble, reports had seen him turn away help defiant to the end in his stubborn way and then he fell. ANBU had immediately taken the Kage swiftly to a secluded private saferoom where awaited the most senior medical staff Iwa had to offer. Despite this haste made and the level of attention given however Kira remained in an unusual type of coma, leaving the senior shinobi of Iwa puzzled, leaderless and afraid. 2 Weeks Later The senior medical staff attending the Kage had grown into a routine, there was a simple shift of monitoring the Kage's health and vitals, coupled with this there had also been a Kaguya medic performing the calcium deficiency treatment that the Kaguya needed, Kira was now up to date and would be fine for a good long time before needing it again. Despite this he was still unconscious and there was no sign of recovery. Or so the medics would believe, but deep in the mind of the Young Reaper in the subconscious events were taking place, his mind was a storm of hellish proportions. Kira's mind It was constantly night here, an endless night bathed in a crimson moon, it's red hue turned all before it into vivid shades of blood. Everywhere was ruin, the people of this land lived in pain and Kira was hated, despised and hunted, most of all by a figure in black who was feared by all including Kira. Kira who had never known fear had spent what felt like an eternity being hunted, tortured and hunted again by this figure, death would not come even if he tried for it, only pain came. Kira began to idolize his torturer, in a grudging sickening sort of way, a fellow Kaguya skilled in the arts of his clan in such ways he had never thought possible. After the first week Kira had learned all of his opponents moves, his mannerisms, even his instincts. The strange and eerie part in this was they all seemed so familiar, as if he knew this fie, this dark demon. Yesterday Kira had managed to fight on par with it, only being narrowly beaten and having escaped torture. Today he had known he would be victorious, today he had known he would leave this hellish place, what he ha don't known was that the outcome of his victory would lead to the downfall of the person he had been. As the final blow struck home he stood there locked in a deadly embrace with what had become his mentor, his nemesis the person he had learned to admire and hate. The figures facade was still hidden under a dark ragged cloak which seemed to emit shadow, as the lifeblood spilled forth splattering Kiras body the cloak slipped to reveal himself. Stumbling back still locked in the embrace Kira's eyes widened in shock, his mouth hung open, his enemy, his self began to laugh, a dark brooding mocking laugh before in a swirl of smoke he transformed and forced his way into Kira's mouth. Stumbling further backward hands closed about his throat Kira felt as if he was choking, he felt a great pain as he had never before and inside his head heard that same mocking laughter. The world around he began to spin in a crimson blur, thoughts and feelings foreign to him intertwined with his own. The laughter got ever louder and louder reaching a deafening crescendo CREDITS • made by lovesolfege from OTE |
