A most dire situation [Private, NK]

Hisao had choosen imprisonment but Hikarishi was giving no such choice and so he would lower his arms and look at the ground. "Hisao it wont be so bad....ill help you any way i can...I mean what are friends for?" He said looking over at Hisao a slight smile on his face, hoping he could hide the pain in his heart yet again with a weak mask, no wonder he was weak he was only a fool and fools do not get strong they get killed.

And so the world around Hisao would change into that of a red sky filled with clouds. The surface around him vanishing into a translucent state and everything fading into a blank contrast. In the nature of Tsukuyomi the young Uchiha would be trapped here, living in an empty world and occasionally rewatching with horror as he burned and murdered his comrade. Navi was somewhat mentally rewiring the boy, training him to never again strike out against a comrade, having him live in a hellish existence and conditioning him to be a better soldier.

Years passed. Actually only one second passed, but it would seem like years for him.

Then it was over.

Navi's genjutsu deactivates, his eyes still gazing at the boy behind the dark silhouette of his Hokage robes. It was the kindest punishment he could administer, inflicting no pain and imprisonment that took only a second of your life away. With a light sigh he speaks the words while deep in thought.

"It is done."

Hisao had felt his entire situation change from rather bad to extremely horrific. He was once more watching the death he was responsible for. He watched it happen once, believing that would be the end of his torture, he'd wait for whatever this was to finish.. but it didn't. It kept happening, repeating itself like a well polished machine going about it's programmed tasks. Clutching onto his hair in this land, he'd drag it down to his sides as if he was trying to tear it out. He needed to feel pain. He needed to forget about what was happening.. And that was why Hisao would end up going completely insane in this world. With his right fist, he'd clench it begin to slam it repeatedly against his face. He'd follow this by hitting with his other fist, busting his lip and cutting his eye. After a while of this he would have broken his own nose but he didn't seem to be snapping out. He could swear he could taste blood clogging up his throat now.. why wouldn't it end?!

And just like that, the boy who was always there to reassure him was standing next to the boy that he had killed. He was not an illusion.. he truly was.. there? "Hisao.. you've became a mess." and with that, he'd simply throw a wet towel towards him, which Hisao would respond to by grasping the towel mid air and rubbing his face with it, getting all of the blood off. The imaginary kid walked casually towards Hisao before sending his hands onto the nose of the boy, roughly snapping it back into place. Hisao would scream in agony as that was done, but it was needed he believed. This boy was his friend and his guidance. He didn't seem scared by what was going on. "Remain calm, Hisao. This is out of your boundaries.. you can not stop this."

What was this boy asking him to do? Give up all hope? Was he saying that resistance was futile against this? He was unsure, but he just gritted his teeth. His friend whom appeared to know nothing was advising him to just allow his mind to rerun over those events. He sat down now, in the place that seemed devoid of any sign of life except the fleeting one of the boy he had killed. He kept watching the rather grotesque movie.. and it kept reminding him of the incident of Sunagakure. Multiple people had ended up like this boy.. no.. this was not his fault. Sunagakure was just cursed.. and he had carried that curse. That must be the reason why.. Sunagakure No Sato, the place where his family was brutally murdered.. second-handedly. That was what angered Hisao the most. The murderer had not been intending to directly murder them, they did not even have a space of thought in the culprits mind.. They were nothing to him. And that realization once more, began to make Hisao go insane. Letting out a feral scream, he'd once more pull on his hair as tears began to stream down his cheeks as if they were midget lakes. Why? Why was life like this? He needed to hit something.. he needed to release his anger.. but there was nobody but himself. Why?! He was the reason why his parents were unable to be alive! And with that, Hisao would once more punch the side of his head, rocketing his temple and making himself become dizzy. He. Was. The. Cause. Of. Their. Deaths. Once more, he'd punch his nose, breaking it once more out of place. He could have stopped it. Punching his cheek once more, opening a small cut on it from which a small amount of blood would drip. This.. was.. not.. fair. He had done this for as long as he could remember, it had been so long.. and then it all disappeared.

By the time Hisao was drawn out of the genjutsu, he would have been mid way through punching his nose, and as such, his body would have continued with the commanded action. In reality now, Hisao would have punched his own nose in front of everybody, busting it as he flew backwards both from shock and the sheer force of his hit. Landing on his back a few feet away from his original position, he'd look between the two of the people. The boy in his mind was telling them that they meant nothing, that they were just to be killed.. but he was unable of accomplishing that feat. He tried to ignore the voice that scraped the back of his mind to the best of his ability.

Standing back up, blood now pouring from his nose, he'd put a single hand over it as he muttered, "Thank you, Hokage."

Hikarshi was waiting for Hisao to be taken away when there was an audible smack and Hisao punched him self square in the nose. "You alright Hisao?" he asked as Hisao stood up. "Thanks for what Hisao.....whats going on?" Hikarishi asked turning to look at the Hokage. He had of course heard of Genjutusu but he wasnt sure if the Hokage possessed any or not.

Navi spoke with some level of pain in his voice, pulling out a few files and revealing a pen from within his desk. He would now need to schedule for funeral services and to alert the rest of the village of this tragedy. Without much else acknowledgement to the two boys, he dismissed them should they have nothing else to say. The loss of a leaf ninja always left him with a feeling of sorrow, and this was no exception.

Rubbing his nose a little bit so that the blood was now wiped across his face. He'd just nod towards his ninja pouch that was on the hokage's desk before speaking with a little sigh,"His ashes are in there.". And with that, Hisao would depart from the building a slightly more fucked up child. It certainly wasn't a lucky life that he was leading.

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Hikarishi heard the dismissal from the Hokage and heard Hisao tell him that the ashes of the boy were on the Table. No knowing if he should say where the bones were Hikarishi just nodded and said "Im sorry we had to meet under these circumstances sir." and walked out the door going home to shower.


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