Past & Present!;

[Messatsu!]

As Amegakuer's fabled rain continued to fall, it miraculously calmed to a meager drizzle, almost as if in response to Ji's moment of sadness and happiness. Upon the peak of Amegakure's highest hill, Ji stood parallel from his fathers own gravestone. Orange hair soaked and hanging just above his face, he looked down at the aforementioned gravestone and soon realized that was the closest he'd ever been to his father since his initial birth.

He wanted to see his face, his smile, and even see what it felt like to be hugged by ones own father. While he accepted all hugs from his mother, something inside of him felt as though the feeling wouldn't be the same if it had been his dad. Trickles of rain rolled down Ji's face as his desire to have his father magically rise up from his grave grew with each fleeting second. Fortunately, at a very young age, his mother groomed him to understand the laws of life and death as well as obey them.

"I made it dad, I made it home. I wanted to make sure coming here and telling you was the first thing I did."

With a soft, confident smile, he paused before continuing.

"I'm going to lead the village. There is alot of work to be done. . .I had no idea how bad it was; it must've been hard for you to get it back. I won't let these responsibilities slip through my fingers, I promise.

Before long, tears began to ease from his eyes, however, were immediately washed away from the drizzling rainfall. Lightly sniffling, Ji took a deep breath, gathered himself, and smiled, believing that the smile was being returned.

[Nirvana]

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[/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][classy=postcontentt]It broke my heart coming to this place with Ji. I didn't understand why he would even come to see such a bastard. He did nothing to save ame, but die along with some other unknown party. Pathetic. I slowly walked over towards Ji on his left side.

I rose my right hand, merely fixing my glasses, but his face that solemn half smile, half heartache which nearly gave me a heart attack. I teared up a little -- I mean come on how would you feel if the man you loved was this close to you, and nothing that coursed through your mind could be used to help?

The only thing that I could do was slightly become closer to him, and lay my flowers down. I bent my knee's placing the flowers down onto the headstone before standing back up. The flowers were made completely of paper, and I did not, and I mean did not lay them down for Masuyo -- it was all for Ji.

" Ji - Dono. . . I umm . ." I was choked up as if I couldn't breathe at all. The words just wouldn't come out anymore, like a faucet being shut off with a simple twist of the handle. I backed up -- slowly I guess where I wanted to be was three meters away at the moment.

Those tears of his were too much for me, and I knew he was crying that dumbass smile would be on his face. Oh-- no tears are falling down my face as well. Yet all I can think at the moment is why does he love this man so much? Someone who couldn't even protect ame from the hardship, and pain which now is drowned out within the tiny little drizzle of rain.

Is this some sort of instinct given to the child to feel as if a black hole is within their heart when a parent passes away even if they never even thought about giving you a fucking chance to see them. I don't understand loving selfish pricks like Masuyo or . . . my mother.
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[Messatsu!]

Uso, Ji's closest friend, had been the very first person he met upon returning 'home' to Amegakure, and since then, he's formed an unbelievably strong bond with him. Having lived most of his life within a world where responsibilties were limited (if any at all), it went without saying that Ji returned to Amegakure and was expected to run it with uncontested conviction. As inexperienced and naive to the new world as he was, Uso cared for him and looked out for him, taking care of a great many task(s) and issues that Ji knew nothing about. For that alone, Ji realized that he Uso carried with him Ji's insuperable gratitude.

Ji looked to the corner's of his eyes as Uso approached the headstone, flowers in hand. As Ji watched his closest friend lay bundled flowers upon his fathers headstone, he founded himself at a loss with words, unable to express his gratefulness for the umpteenth time. Before long, Uso stepped back, giving Ji more than enough time to gather himself as Amegakure's trademark rainfall continued without mercy. He cut a quick glance over his shoulder at Uso, the previous smile long gone, washed away along with his tears.

"I want to know more about him. I need to know more. There has to be more to my father's life's story other than what my mother and Namyeol has told me. . . "

Once spoken, he turned to face Uso properly and looked to the ground with an expression that screamed of self doubt. Thinking before he spoke, he looked back up and into Uso's eyes and asked. . .

"Uso, do you think, I'm strong enough to protect this village. I don't know how to run something so important entirely. No no no. I will become strong, I have to. . ."

Overflowing with emotion, his ocean blue eyes spun rapidly. and just like that, the intricate design of the Mangekyo Sharingan formed within both eyes.

" - Will you help me protect Amegakure Uso?"

[Nirvana]

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[/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][classy=postcontentt]It happened again, my voice leaving me mute. I widened my eye's, and looked away trying to not look him directly in the face because of how surreal his words were. I couldn't let him have the upper hand with how cute he was becoming at the moment. I shook my head, and placed my fists on my hips in my usual " you know what I'm gonna say " style.

"You Dummy! What do you think I've been doing for you already!" Ji was like a child sometimes, and I always wanted to protect him with every single thing I did.

We knew each other for far too long for him to have to receive such questions from my Ji. Plus the look on his face at the moment was too solemn. I hated not seeing that glimmering smile which after all this time could still make my heart falter with just a singular glance. I couldn't help but take my hands off of my hips, and walk towards him. I reached out, and touched his cheeks ever so softly.

I had to resist the very urges within my veins to do something less then helpful at the moment, but I swallowed down my own selfish want to tell him what was needed." Jiseidai. . . you are so precious to ame. I don't understand why you can't get it into your mind that you are stronger then anything else in this world. The strength I can feel from you the potential inside of you is so palpable. . .[/color]"

I stopped for a second, as the pain of my own words hit me. We were just friends, but that only ignited a resolve deep inside of myself."The question shouldn't be whether I will help you, because I am yours to command forever my friend, but how you wish to protect ame.[/i]"

The question I placed upon him was something I couldn't answer for him even if I badly wanted to find the very words to give to him in such an hour of need. He needed to decide what kind of man he would be to the village. Someone who protects it -- or someone who recklessly fights for it.
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[NARRATOR]

"There's a lot more to your father -- more than that bear, or your mother, will ever be able to tell you." The voice belonged to a stranger who, up until that point, simply hadn't existed. He stood off in the distance, though clearly in sight of the elaborate stone marking Masuyo's grave. The hood of his cloak was drawn back, revealing a grey-eyed, dark-haired man with no truly distinctive features. Perhaps they knew him, perhaps they didn't? It was irrelevant, in all honesty.

He meant neither of them harm. "But, that kind of information is something you learn through your parent. No one holds the knowledge you desire, child," he went on to explain. "Only your father does. And until you learn to hear him again, it will always escape you." He paused, hoping his words sank into Ji's skull. "However, I can tell you that your father was one of the most courageous men that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing."

[Messatsu!]

Uso was right, and because of that realization, Ji smiled once more, as the intricate design that formed his Mangekyo Sharingan returned to its dormant state. All along, whether he realized it or not, Uso stood and remained by Ji's side since his return failed to disappoint thus far. As the warmness from Uso's hand dissipated throughout his face once he touched Ji's cheeks, the young & naive lad closed his eyes and smiled wider than ever before. For a moment he figured Uso had been on to something, that perhaps Ji had been Amegakure's true savior after all. However, he felt differently, he felt otherwise - painfully so.

Having heard of his fathers deeds and accomplisments from third party sources, he felt ashamed when credited on what little Ji had done for the village thus far without any mentioning his father; almost as if belittled everything Masuyo did and fought for. He wanted to express himself, after all, that moment turned out to be the most ideal time. His mouth opened and readied to speak, however, an unfamiliar voice seemingly forced itself into existence at its own behest.

Looking towards the origins of the aforementioned voice, Ji soon looked upon a man who seemed to have a great deal of knowledge about his father, at least far more than what his own mother and Namyeol could. His last sentence, regarding his father's courage, send a overwhelming, crashing wave of emotion throughout his body. He cried even more yet smiled, knowing that his convictions weren't in vain.

"Learn to hear him again, i-is that even possible?! Oh! Haha sorry where are my manners. I'm Jiseidai Kekkai, nice to meet you. And you?"

Inquiring of the man's name, Ji presented himself in a friendly manner his father once did during his time as the same age, though, at lot less naive.

[Nirvana]

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I couldn't help it, those big red eyes of his whether it was intentional or not hypnotized my heart strings into playing his rhythm. His face was so content, oh my kami his eyes are closing, and that dumbass smile is back in place. I needed to at least once taste that smile -- just once. I'm only inches away from his face, our lips are so close to touching, and then."There's a lot more to your father[/i]" That voice, alerted me into changing my position, pulling my hands, back before turning my body in a full 180 turn towards the noise.

I didn't even sense his presence, and I was probably one of the best sensors in the world. I swear the look on my face in that second was probably the most surprised I would ever be in my life. " Who are you, again? And what are you talking about like you knew who masuyo was. . . and if you did why couldn't you help masuyo protect ame![/i]"

I was so heated at the moment spitting nothing, but venom at this bastard getting Ji's hopes up. He told him these vicious lies -- from what I heard the stories placed masuyo as a coward who ran away from amegakure. Then returning only to be killed by some random ninja -- inadvertently saving ame. And some random person in a hood talking in fucking riddles was something I hated most of all.

I rotated my vision, back from the masked person back to my beloved Ji." God you are simple sometimes he could be anyone spreading lies. How do we know we can truly trust a cloaked stranger![/color]" This was the bi - polar aspect of my personality, and like this every fucking thing made me mad at the moment. And He just made my blood boil even more as if I was supposed to hate him for some reason. Maybe that reason is close to the fact he looks exactly like mother just much more masculine.
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[NARRATOR]

"Protecting Amegakure was Masuyo's duty, as its leader," the hooded figure explained. "But even if he wished for my assistance, I highly doubt he would have asked for it. Simply because I knew Masuyo does not meant he and I saw eye to eye," he continued, pulling back the hood of his cloak. It was a seasoned man, with raven hair and bright red eyes -- eyes that Ji would recognize, despite their odd colors. "Nor does it mean that he and I were on the same side of the greater conflict."

Examining the Sage's son more closely, a revelation dawned upon him. "You're close friends with Ashura, aren't you?" Of course he was. Though he'd gone to great lengths to ensure he didn't have too much contact with his first son, Kouketsu always kept tabs on him; he always knew where he was, and what he was doing. "He will know what I mean - he has communicated with his father several times, though they have never met."

A smile spread across the man's face. "Parents always leave a little bit of themselves in their children." He nodded. "So that you're never truly alone, I suppose."