Transforming into Pluto [Flashback, Solo, Closed]

Mack walked down the streets of downtown Kumogakure, around where his apartment was. As usual, he held a lit cigar between his lips, and was puffing small plumes of black smoke into the air. With his activated byakugan, Mack scanned the streets of his home village with a disgusted look on his face. He could not believe that he had moved to such a crappy part of the village. Over the course of just a few weeks, Mack had gone from living in a luxurious estate on the outskirts of the village, to living in a rundown studio apartment in the slums. He almost missed living with the Yutakas. At the thought of this, Mack shook his head violently, trying to cleanse his mind of what had just crossed it. How on earth could he miss living with the Yutakas? He would take his ghetto apartment before living as a slave in that wretched household any day. Besides, Mack had to make a quick escape from the estate after murdering the Yutakas, and he had very little money to spend, so the small studio was the best that he could do. Still, Mack could not help but feeling disdain towards his village as he ventured further into the hood. Scum lined the streets, left and right. There were homeless people in the alleys, begging for money, rundown and abandoned buildings, their windows smashed, graffiti marked nearly every wall, trash lay conspicuously in the street, nobody bothered to remove it. It was truly a pitiful sight. Mack wondered how it came to be that some parts of the village were so wealthy and well-to-do while others suffered in extreme poverty. It seemed that all the trash seemed to gather around down town, as this was the most convenient spot to live. Mack heard a shout and with his byakugan, he watched as a well-dressed man smacked a boy upside the head over some small issue. The man was dressed very fancily, a tuxedo, top-hat, pipe, he almost reminded Mack of himself; however, Mack knew that he was much better looking. Narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow, Mack turned around to watch as the man ripped the small boy a new one. From the way the conversation was going, it seemed that the boy was the man’s personal servant. The kid was dressed in mere rags, carrying what appeared to be a sack of groceries, while the man in his expensive clothes marched proudly ahead. Mack gathered that the boy had forgotten to buy butter, and this is why the man had reprimanded him. The boy was looking down at the ground, crying. He reminded Mack very much of himself when he was a child, a servant to the Yutakas, constantly abused in the same manner. It was then that Mack recognized the boy, and his eyes shot wide open. He remembered, just last week, going down to the training grounds and training his clan technique, 8 Trigrams Revolving Heaven, with the boy. From what Mack remembered, the boy was quite skilled for an academy level shinobi, he had great accuracy with ninja tools, and Mack had enlisted his help, asking him to throw kunai and shuriken at him so that he could deflect them with his jutsu. He had then proceeded to train the boy a bit, giving him tips on how to better throw his weapons, the boy had improved drastically. Mack had then given the boy a black sword that he had looted off of a person that he had killed. Mack wondered why the boy didn’t fight back against his abuser, why he didn’t have the sword on him to retaliate. But Mack knew that it must be for the same reason that the did not retaliate with his ninja skills when he was a child: fear. Fear that he would be left alone, to rot and die in the cruel streets of Kumogakure, left without food, clothing, or a roof over his head. Anger flashed within Mack, overwhelming his mind. This child was still young, he was not even in the double digits yet, he was probably 6 or 7 years old from the looks of it. Mack decided that he was not going to leave the boy to live the same life of fear, servitude, and abuse that Mack had to suffer through until he finally mustered up the courage to slaughter his keepers. Mack could empathize with the boy, and decided that he would do the inevitable for him. If Mack killed the kid’s abuser, the boy would not get in trouble, and Mack was a big boy now, he could handle trouble for himself. Mack waited until the boy and his keeper crossed into an alley before slowly starting to follow them, coming no closer than 10 meters away. He trailed the boy and his keeper for a solid mile, keeping a safe distance the whole time, as not to raise any red flags. Eventually, they approached a luxurious apartment building, it was secluded from the rest of the city, not left to suffer in the slums like the other decrepit structures. Mack waited until they had entered the building and gone up the stairs to the man’s penthouse. With his byakugan, he could see through the walls and into the house, he traced the man and boy’s chakra signatures, they departed into separate areas of the massive penthouse, the boy taking to the east side, the man taking to the west. There was nobody else in the apartment. Mack pondered a way that he could gain access to the apartment, with a sigh, he realized that it would have been much easier and more efficient to kill the man back in the alley. What a waste of time. Mack knew that he would have to get past the receptionist in order to gain access to the apartment, so he summed her up, searching for ways he could either talk, or sneak his way into the room. She was a well-endowed, very attractive brunette. She had eyes like an eagle, Mack did not think that he would be able to sneak his way past her without being caught. Mack had seduced many women in the past, and he realized that this might be the only way to gain access to the room. Mack deactivated his byakugan and entered the building. He approached the receptionist’s desk with a confident strut. The woman’s green eyes scanned up and down Mack’s body, an interested expression glimmering in them.

“May I help you?” she asked, an interested grin on her face.

“Why yes, that would be great,” Mack said in his most charming and seductive voice, “You see, I’m a friend of the man on the top floor, and I’ve been called to fetch the little boy who lives with him. We must run an errand.”

The woman frowned a bit, “Well...” she said, “I’m not really allowed to let visitors into residents’ rooms without confirmation...”

Mack leaned against the desk and gazed into the woman’s eyes, “Come on,” he whispered, “I’m a very trustworthy guy. Besides, I don’t have it in me to lie to a woman as beautiful as yourself.”

The receptionist blushed and looked down at her desk, the grin returning to her face, “Well, okay, I trust you. You can go on up...”

“Thanks...” Mack said before ascending the flight of stairs to the top level of the building. Once up, he activated his byakugan once more. He could see through the door, the man was laying on his bed, taking a nap, the boy was sitting at a table in what appeared to be the servant’s quarters, his head was in his hands. Luckily, the stupid man had left the door unlocked, he must have been confident that the receptionist would do her job and not allow unauthorized visitors. He was wrong. Mack slowly creaked open the door to the apartment and crept in. He made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife there, holding it in his right hand, channeling his wind chakra into it. He tiptoed his way into the sleeping man’s room. Once inside, he approached the man sleeping on the bed, and with his left hand, poked him to wake him up, he covered the man’s mouth with his left hand. The man tried to scream, but the sound was muffled and inaudible. He struggled, but Mack was too strong, he held the man down and prohibited him from moving. Mack grinned looking at the man with his cold, numb eyes.

“Goodnight,” Mack said, before swinging the knife downward at the man’s throat. The knife was so sharp, being enhanced with Mack’s wind chakra, that it cleaved the man’s head right off his body. His head tumbled to the floor. Mack stabbed the knife into the now blood-soaked bed and ventured into the servant’s quarters. Mack only had blood on his gloves, which he wiped off on the wall, all other parts of him were clean. The boy sat at the table, rubbing the black ninjato that Mack had gifted him with, gazing at the artifact in awe, like it was some sort of sacred relic. The boy glanced up and saw Mack as he entered the room, he immediately tried to hide the sword.

Mack merely chuckled, “Hah, it’s alright kid, don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt you. I’ve freed you from your master, you may now go in peace.”

The boy had a confused look on his face for a few seconds before what Mack was saying finally hit him. His eyes grew wide with awe, “But...but...where will I go? Where will I live?”

Mack furrowed his brow, “Just come with me for now,” he said, starting to walk out of the room. The boy followed close behind, stuffing the ninjato in his pants to hide it. The two descended the flight of stairs down to the lobby, the receptionist was still at her desk.
She eyed Mack amusedly as he emerged from the stairway, “Have a nice day sir...” she purred, smiling seductively at Mack.

“You too ma’am,” he said back, winking, “Maybe I’ll come visit you some time.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” she responded in the same voice, watching Mack exit the building. She barely even noticed the young boy walking behind Mack.

Mack smiled to himself, oh what a surprise she was in for...

When Mack had exited the building with the child, the boy said, “Thank you sir, thank you for freeing me.”

Mack grinned, “You don’t have to call me sir, call me...Pluto.” Mack decided that he was done with the name Mack, the name of a lonely commoner. For Mack was not a lowly commoner, no longer was he a common criminal known as Mack the Knife, he had evolved, he was Pluto, death himself.

The boy’s eyes grew wide again, “Alright...Pluto. I just don’t know what I am going to do now. I have no master, no food, no shelter...”

“If you wish to live child, do as I say. Or you will die of starvation in the streets, left for the scavengers to pick at,” Mack said in a new voice. It was an ominous, fear-inspiring voice, yet it was filled with a strange wisdom, “Do as I did in your situation. Do whatever you must to live, graduate the academy, become a ninja, do missions, even steal. Use your skills as a shinobi, for I sense power within you. Use the gift that I have given you, the black blade used by Pluto himself to spill blood. When you have achieved true power, seek me out. Come to Pluto, and he shall make you great...”

With this, Mack turned his back and began to walk away, in the direction of the mountains. He felt like a new man, no, not a man, but a god. He was sure that something had been triggered within him, escalating his power to a whole new level. No longer was he Mack the Knife, the lowly criminal who preyed on innocent civilians and younger ninja. He was Pluto, the God of Death. He was filled with a new purpose, something was triggered within him. He knew that he needed to escalate his power to complete his transformation. He also knew that he needed followers. Any great god or prophet needed followers, and Pluto was no exception.

Pluto looked upon the sun, dipping beneath the horizon, bathing the world in a brilliant orange and red haze. He would cultivate a following, a group who would seize power beneath the sunset. It would be comprised of only the elite, of only the strongest shinobi. They would be the gods of the ninja world, 1 step above simple human beings.

Pluto continued towards the mountains, towards Olympus, he knew they were where his destiny laid. Pluto arrived at the foot of the mountains, gazing up at the mighty beds of stone. The sun was now directly behind the tallest mountain, which Pluto referred to as Olympus, casting an ominous shadow over Pluto’s vicinity, and outlining the frame of the mountains in a brilliant yellow glow. Pluto laid his hands on Olympus and began to climb, set on conquering the great mountain, climbing towards the sun, towards the heavens themselves. Scaling the mountain was rigorous work for Pluto and his muscles began to ache when he had reached the halfway point. But Pluto was not about to let a simple rock conquer him, he was above the mountains, he would stand at the highest point in the Sky Nation and proclaim his godliness to the world. By the time Pluto had reached the mountains peak, his limbs felt as if they were going to come detached from his body; however, earthly pain no longer had any effect on Pluto, for he had risen above that level. Pluto stood on the tip of the mountain, the highest point in the sky nation, the sky was a massive orange orb behind him, it bathed him in majestic light, causing him to appear as a black silhouette against the massive sun.

“I am Pluto!” he shouted all of a sudden, lifting his arms and looking towards the sky, “The great God of Death! I have surpassed the level of the lowly human race! I am no longer subject to your countless impurities and faults, to the malice in your nature! I am the omnipotent, the omnipresent! I have been sent to cast judgement upon thee! And when you hear my shout, you will know that I have come to deliver my verdict upon this world! When you look into my eyes, the eyes of death itself, unflinching and standing tall, then you may be worthy of my blessing! But surely the rest shall die. The time is near my friends! The time for Pluto to deliver his verdict!”

Pluto had shouted so loud, he was sure that his proclamation, his hellish parable had been heard throughout Kumogakure, throughout a good part of it at least.

Having his byakugan activated, Pluto could see for a mile in all directions he felt as if he could see everything beneath the mountains, he truly felt omnipotent, omnipresent, all powerful. The sun dipped beneath the mountains, cutting off the brilliant light, Pluto was left alone on the peak of Olympus. But soon, very soon, he would be joined by others. Other powerful individuals sharing his craving for power and destruction. He would not be a man standing alone in the dark on a mountaintop, he would be a god, amongst other gods, standing in divine light on top of Olympus.

Mack the Knife had died, his soul and very being withering away. He was now Pluto, the ever powerful God of Death, sent to bring judgement upon the world, and claim the wretched place for himself.

[TWC = 2,703, +13 stats, +27 JP]

Approved for +13 stats & +27 JP. Oh, and for obtaining a god complex.....
-Shinji

Lol thanks.