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[chiatsuki]

Arc One: The Aftermath
An overpowering scene was painted on the entirety of kusagakure. There wasn't much left to be seen but a few survivors picking at the ground of whatever was left of their lives and homes. The world seemed to be over as a plume of black clouds sat over the village in what looked like smoke. As if the world hadn’t suffered enough terror… the village would be visited by one of its most hated shinobi, Funikumi Sokushii.

It was almost over – the war. I could feel it as I stared upon the ruins of my home.. melting in warmth to the sound of nothing. A smile was painted distantly on my face, underneath the dirt and blood. My only thoughts transitioned on the whereabouts of the rest of my family members. Not all of my brothers saw the forefront of the battle, I was mad at this.. at how they could stand by while our father was slain. It made me sick to my stomach, it really did. I’d find myself on the ground, nearby the village academy – I knew at least one of them had to have went to school today.

“Lucky me… I get to be the bearer of bad news..”

I’d say as I took a moment to look down into the ground within the center of my feet.. that exact moment is when the sky would roar – a monstrous thunder would shake the village as lightning lit up the darkness for a mere second before the rain shot down like mini arrows all over my body. I would begin to chuckle a bit to myself. . that chuckle would invigorate a much deeper laughter, aimed at my own bad luck, and as that laughter grew into that of a sinister cowl I would find myself becoming vengeful, thoughts encircling my nitwit brother-in laws. .

[/b] sons of bitches!? Ahahaaa!’[/i][/ul]

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[lore.]

School was boring, dull, and lacked any kind of fun for Obuso, especially since he had it with his brothers. Don’t get the youth wrong, he loved them – all of them, from the pure bloods to the half bloods, it didn’t matter; they were all Funikumi in the end. But maybe it was easier for Obuso to think so, then it was for his other brothers; the half-blooded. For father always showed greater affection to Sokushii and himself, than for the others.

“What’s wrong Hideyoshi? You seem rather tense or ugly, haha.” He stated to his younger brother, whilst slapping the back of his neck with his open hand. Knowing the kid of person Hideyoshi was, the youth couldn’t help but assume that he was going to get chased, especially since Hideyoshi was well – Hideyoshi. Running around the class was a daily thing for the Funikumi; since he already knew mostly everything in class already, do the teaching of his father.

The youth loved his father greatly, seeing him as a deity more than anything, because like many young boys, they expect their father to be a superhuman or a superman.

And for his eldest brother, Obuso loved him greatly, even though they had their differences. “Yoshi, Yoshi, you smell like a pony. Na-na-na-na, you smell like poop!” Words that soon began to be chanted as if it was a song, a song that would obviously upset the younger brother. But as he sang his distributive song, Obuso ran outside into the open fields.

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[chiatsuki]

The rain would wash away what filth was on his body. His wounds would become apparent through the gashes in his clothing but he seemed unaffected by it all as his eyes caught sight of Obuso.

‘Hnn..’

A shadow would befall my figure as I stood from my seat to greet the first of my brothers, Obuso. He looked like our father more than I did and until now I’d been envious of the power gifted to him from birth. As my eyes rested upon him I would finally see this as a blessing more than a curse; he was now the only remaining picture I had left of Uchiha Igozushi. The rain would stop momentarily as the sun blazed through a gap in the clouds over our figures as God took a moment to peek upon us.

“How are you Obuso? N..nnhow was school?”

I didn’t know how to properly ask these sort of questions.. and so I stammered on most of them, partially because I was afraid of how he would react. Anyone who knew me would have easily been able to tell I was bad at beating around the bush, but I couldn’t lie to him – he needed to know what had been bestowed upon our very shoulders. The heirs to the throne of the four funikumi kings would have sought new leaders, and being that we were the first four males to be born with the blood of one of the elders, our father, our names would have been sought out first.

“Nii-san… is dead..!”

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The day was boring, well, everyday was boring for me, I hated school. I knew everything, and it was safe to say that I excelled at everything too. I was in the same class as my brother, Obuso, he and I were the geniuses of the group, with almost no regard for anybody else, we ran around like idiots having fun, and enjoying ourselves. The day couldn't get any worse, or so I thought. As the bell rang, me and my brother exited the class together and ran back home. It didn't take long for the both of us to get home, at the pace we were running, it almost felt like we got home in a minute.

As we got inside, Obuso raced to the outside before me, I dropped my stuff on the floor, and took my time to walk outside. At this point in my life, I hadn't realized that my brethren hated me for the reason that my mom was different, I wasn't a full blooded Funikumi, so they despised me. I was too childish to realize that life would go on all dandy, and that we'd all live as a happy family, or maybe I was just too big of a optimist? Regardless, I'd make my way outside, shortly following after Obuso. I came outside to meet Sokushii, and hear him tell us that our father died.

The only person that tied all of us together, one of the elders of our famous clan, was no dead. Sadness rushed through me, but, in that very instant I realized that I was a ninja, and from here on out, it was going to be the four Funikumi brothers having to lead our clan. It took all of my ability to refrain from breaking into tears, I was supposed to be used to this, my mother died not so long ago, and father too? This was too much to bear, but I held in all the emotions, standing up straight like a little soldier.

("Does that mean we have to lead our clan?")

It's not as if I didn't have feelings, but I had to show my eldest brother that I was ready for such a position, regardless if he didn't like me, I was going to stand up and troop this one out.

[enzan]

I could hear obuso's taunts and tried my best not to cry. Tears began to bumble in the corner of my eyes as he continued to make fun of me. I hated whenever he did that mainly because of the things Nii-san says to me sometimes. That I'm pathetic and a inferior bastard child who has no reason to live. My gaze shifted when the bell rung to my other brothers as I began to follow them.

Time seemed to fly by as we all were now standing before our oldest nii-san. His words were like sharp daggers to my heart as he completely ignored my existence. Those same words ignornt of my life held heavy darkness within them as our father was now dead. The tears I wished to hold back earlier freely flowed my crimsion optics. Father loved us all equally even if he never showed it. . . I didn't know father as well as the others but I still felt heartbroken.

It was like a void within myself had just opened up and threatened to push me further into depression. I looked at our Nii-san and wanted to tell him what do we do now but I knew if I did he would yell at me. Nii-san hated me to the point I just might as well kill myself and save him the trouble of him doing it himself. I wanted to please him so much just like father but neither ever felt me worthy of anything at all. Except father still cared enough to keep me around. . .if it was big bro he would he slaughtered me on the first day.

". . . . (sniff). . (sniff)"

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[~Kohana <3]

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