[2] Resurgence
Jan 18, 2013 18:04:25 GMT -8
Post by Jae on Jan 18, 2013 18:04:25 GMT -8
"SORATSU!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs, my heart racing as an unrelenting burn crept across my body. This was the most pain I had felt since resurfacing, enough to force me onto my hands and knees. It was as though every cell in my body had burst into flames, setting forth of a chain of responses that left me out of control for the time being. My thoughts were scattered as a result of the trenchant pain that spread from the trunk of my body toward it's limbs. My jaw clenched down heavily as I fought to breath, bits of saliva broke past the gaps in my mouth and coated the ground below while my hands fought to grip anything that was near. As a result I unwittingly tore into the ground I'd collapsed upon but the caustic sensation that plagued me was becoming too much to bear.
I fought to collect my bearing, aligning my thoughts to remember what had brought me to this place; this comparable hell. I envisioined the dark haired man again, his pompous grin, and the words that he spoke. Before he had mentioned something about learning? What did he mean? Thereafter came the memory of his piercing glare. At one point his eyes resembled endless pools of black but in an instant they changed to harbor a sinister red, one that contrasted with the enshrouding black of the dreamscape. That transformation, I deduced, had to be what caused my current stress. That transformation, what was it?
Taking deep panting breaths I fought to overcome what was happening, my only solace being the feeling of my own nails ripping into the ground below me. In my mind, I gladly retreated toward this lesser pain in lieu of the other. But then I thought of the setting I'd been whisked away to at the sight of the headband, the dreamscape, which had no ground or ceiling. How was it that I collapsed and gripped at that which was not present? In that instant my thoughts began to reorder, a willfull attempt to fight against the sensation beset upon me.
Those eyes, something had been cast from them but I didn't know what. That man who insisted I learn something from him, what were his motives for teaching me, and most importantly who was he? My judgement had been so clouded by the onset pain that I almost forgot my initial cry. It was a name, one that strongly resonated with the connection between Sunagakure and that youth. His eyes burned with the same ferocity that attacked me presently.
That name, this place, and those eyes belonged to Soratsu Etsuko, or as I remembered him..."Nagato Uchiha."