Not Again [P]

Vergil looks at the ceiling of his cave, his mind blank. In his left hand, he tosses a kunai up then down. Catching it each time with a different hand. The kunai is suspended above him, if he were to miss then it would pierce his skull, thus killing the kunai. Still his body reaches out time after time to catch the kunai before it pierces his skin. It was rather robotic in a way. Even though his mind even focused on the weapon, his hands still reach out, and catch it. With a single motion, he snatches the kunai out of the air, and raises from his position on the ground. He had been lying on his back, and staring at the ceiling for hours it seemed. It was time to go. Go into the village he had been avoiding for quite a while. Thinking back he remembers that the last time he walked through the village, was when he went to visit Koroshi. Maybe he could pay the damned Uchiha another visit. Wouldn't hurt to check up on him, and make sure that he hasn't done anything weird.

Placing on his regular clothing consisting of a black tank, pants, and shoes, he steps out of the cave. With the sun bearing down on his skin he dashes towards the village. While running he begins to ponder why he doesn't visit the place more often. Then he cringes. 'That's right.' He remembers how he had punished himself after the death of the previous Kazekage. The village was damaged, and the kage dead. Had he been there maybe things could have ended differently. Instead, he was in konoha traveling within his clans birthplace. He thinks this while knowing someone strong enough to destroy the kage, could have easily obliterated him as well, but still....

He can see the gates bordering the village from the surrounding desert in the distance. Pulling to a halt, he begins to walk. Slowly moving towards the village. Once at a closer distance he looks closely, and is not prepared for what he sees. The breath escapes his lungs, and he falls to the ground, and begins to hyperventilate. "The wall...it's...it's...gone." He dry gags, and attempts to stand to his feet just to fall once more. On his hands, and knees he crawls towards the rubble, and from here he can see that twenty meters out pass where the wall once stood is rubble. This was without a doubt worse than the first attack. Standing to his feet he runs up a section of the wall on the verge of crumbling down. Not caring, he plants his foot against it, and begins to climb it. All of the ninjutsu he was taught in the academy goes out of the window as he moves.

Arriving at the top of the construct, it tips over slightly, and he sees. He sees the building reduced to nothing. He sees homes, he had walked by as a kid, obliterated, reduced to a thing not shy of dust in comparison. He takes all of this in, and he screams loudly. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The structure he is standing on crumbles, and he falls down amongst the rubble. A rock falls down, and hits his mouth, and he doesn't utter a sound. His vocal cords exhausted. His mind stressed beyond any other point. His soul damaged. As the blood fills his mouth he simply stares at the rocks as the break down above him, and he waits to be crushed. Waits to be disfigured beyond recognitions. Waits to die. He would not get his wish. His honed instincts take over, and his body twists in the air, away from the rubble, and to safety. Standing, as the ground beneath him quakes from the fallen section of the great wall he looks around. Holding his head down he begins to cry. His mouth moving in an attempt to make an audible sound, but words do not come. Instead the blood that had filled his mouth pours out on the sand.

'Again. It happened again. Why? I am a fool! So much time I have wasted, plotting on my revenge. Nearly a year I have been holed within that cave, distancing myself from my fellow ninja, and the precious civilians. Now, there is nothing. I have failed my comrades once more. I am strong, but it is not enough. Something is missing.'

He thinks this while staring at the steady growing pool of blood at his feet. The gash in his mouth is minor, something that can heal without the need of a hospital visit, but still it bleeds so much. So much blood. All of it his. This dawns on him as he stares down at it. Spilling the blood of an Uchiha. Wiping the clan from existence.  This is what he has been striving for so far. This is what he has proclaimed to be his goal. His hatred for the clan had grown recently. With the death of Nero, a holder of the cursed eyes, he found himself blaming the clan for his friends death. So, he began to train. Harder. Losing his path to the point where the Brotherhood of Light released him. Throwing him out of the group, once realizing his dark ways, his true goals, and intentions. What drove him. His inspiration for taking each breath.

'I am lost. At some point I traveled astray from my intended path. Where did I go wrong?'

He mentally asks the heavens this question, looking up at the sky above him as if an answer would drop from it. Why was he waiting for it anyways. He knew fully well the answer to his question. He knew that the answer was simple. He had spent so much time searching for strength, that he had overlooked something. The strength of his mind. The proof of such a fact could be found in the way he carried himself. Living in a horrid cave for nearly a year, in the desert miles upon miles away from the village. That was a sign of his mind subconsciously being afraid to join the village, and become a true ninja. He had failed to see this, and because of his carelessness the village was hurt once more. The blood flows from his mouth, and drips from his chin to the ground rhythmically. He holds out both hands, and he thinks, but is not sure that he feels a rain drop fall from the sky. How rare. Another lands on his hand, and then another, and suddenly it stops.

'Mother. Father. Sister. Are you all ashamed of me? Have I just ran away from my problems. Used training as an excuse, and let revenge claim my once stable, and sharp mind. Father. I was once a boy capable of thinking, and moving fluidly. Always with a destination in mind. Even when you did not approve of me becoming a ninja, the talent shone through steadily each day. The way a carried myself. Not letting anything shift my state of mind. Each decision final. All qualities of a leader....Mother. My sweet mother. I lost you long before your death. You died with father, and sister. Still, I was once a caring son. A loving child. The manners you instilled in me never once faded away while in your presence, and with a strong sense of integrity given to me by you, my manners did not fade when you were away. The way I loved you is impossible to put into words. A perfect son I was....Sister. Sweet sister. You, while young, played a very important role in my life. I felt for you like no other. The feelings when compared to my love for father, and mother, are entirely different. You were my guardian angel...protecting my sole from the wickedness of the world. Even as a young boy I knew to protect you. You guarded me, and I did the same...whenever I could anyways.'

Vergil fixes his composure, and turns around away from the village. His mind slowly clearing the sharpness that was once there returning. The rage which once clouded his vision began to fade slowly.

'I understand.'

He takes a step forward.

'I know what I must do.'

He takes another step.

'I must, find myself once more. I must be re-born in a sense. Like a snake I will shed this skin. Hopefully it will reveal growth.'

With that final thought he dashes away from the village, and towards the desert once more. Once arriving there, he would begin to pack his things. Moving with a path in mind. While his heart steady aches from being useless during the attack. His mind begins to feel clearing. The unknown tension around his muscles vanishes, and he feels slightly different. As if he had been altered by the sight. Any man would, but this felt...different. Hopefully during his travels he could figure out about himself, and other things he needed to know. One thing was clear. he would have to leave the village for a bit. He could not remain there as he is now. Sitting on the stone floor his items packed. He only waits for new ideas to emerge. Waits for something he does not know of. Anticipating the unknown instead of fearing it. He waits for his oncoming fight against Koroshi. He does not know if the man had been harmed or not, but something tells him he is alright, well at least he should be. The man was strong beyond measure, he knew that much. Where his strength comes from is unknown to him. Still it should have sufficed for whatever it was that did that. At least he hopes so.

Leaning against the bed he wonders what his travels will be like in the future. He plans to leave for an extended time, to become stronger mentally. If it were to be physically, then that would just be a bonus. He wonders about the people he will meet. The battles he will win, and lose. The temptations he will come against. The shinobi he will be when he returns. While wondering all of this his mind fades away, and he falls asleep.

[This is CD O.O so I request nothing, exit.]