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Flashback to learn Last Resort
Wed Mar 29, 2017 4:00 pm
Akemi was currently laying down on his bed, staring at his ceiling. The young Hiyu was trying to get to sleep, keyword: Trying. He didn't know for how long he had been laying down, but it felt like hours. He was very tired, why couldn't he fall asleep? He had spent the whole day training and learning techniques and he felt exhausted and fatigued, every muscle in his body felt spent, his chakra reserves were dwindling on the verge of being empty, maybe if he emptied them some more he would fall asleep? It was probably dangerous, in fact, it was definitely dangerous. He had heard many horror stories about ninja running out of chakra and dying in a huge amount of pain and exhaustion. Actually, it was a bad idea, much safer to let mother nature decide when Akemi should fall into the blissful, uneventful void that was known as sleep.
Eventually, Akemi fell into the deepest sleep he had ever had.
Akemi awoke, drenched in sweat with his eyes blazing a bright red. He sat upright, breathing hard. It had been a while since he had had that nightmare, but he had never had a nightmare that vivid before. He had never seen the weird technique his younger self had used to stay alive. What was it? It was a memory that Akemi had spent his whole life trying to suppress and forget, he guessed it kind of made sense that he had forgotten about what kept him alive. He had spent his whole life believing that he had survived with a lot more vicious injuries. But according to his recent nightmare it was due to some technique.
He swung out of bed and walked out of his bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. He lifted his hand to wipe the sweat of his forehead and that's when he noticed something. There seemed to be a red glow emitting from his eyes. What was that? He couldn't recall any jutsu that he knew did that. Was it something to do with the technique in his dream? It seemed like to much of a coincidence for it not to be related somehow. But how? Were these eyes related to the 'Grey Skin' technique. So many questions, questions creating questions, he was stuck in a loop without any knowledge on how to get out of it.
He walked into his bathroom and looked into the mirror, shocked to see two bright red eyes staring back at him. They flickered like fire, dimming and lighting up again at random intervals. Was it the advanced transformation technique? He held his hands up into the Ram Seal seal and attempted to transform his eyes to their default colour. Nothing happened. Though, he could see a small change in shade in his eyes, nothing happened. Okay, so that ruled out the possibility of it being a transformation, whatever it was, it wasn't a transformation.
That's when he noticed the fluttery feeling in his chest, fear. He had been too curious over these new-found eyes to notice how scared he felt. Were these eyes a product of the fear? Breathing deeply he started to suppress his fear, something he had been doing for year. Due to his occasional panic attacks. The fear in his chest died down, and he actually saw the bright fire in his eyes dim in accordance to his fear levels. Eventually, after a few more minutes of careful breathing, his fear had completely disappeared, and with it, the fiery eyes. He also noticed that now he felt a lot more weaker. He was just as strong as he usually was, but it seemed the fire somehow boosted his strength.
That's when he remembered something. He could not remember where he had learnt it but he had learnt it nonetheless. He couldn't remember it completely but it went something along the lines of: Your cells are always fighting to survive, they are what gives you adrenaline to hone your senses and such. That, mixed with his Hiyu genes were probably what caused his new ability. His cells had desperately fought for a way to survive and they had gifted it to him. Now, he probably wouldn't be able to control it, it would probably only activate when he was afraid or something.
He firmly grasped the sink and looked at his eyes, they were nigh-impossible to see due to the fact that he hadn't turned on the lights yet. But if he could activate the ability, then he would be able to see them. While looking in the mirror he thought about the people who had attacked him, the hopelessness, his inability to run quick enough to evade them. A panicky feeling enveloped his entire being. His heart rate and breathing quickened, sweat formed on his brow.
That's when his eyes started to glow blue, reminding him of wind. He felt lighter and quicker.
He settled down his fear and breathed. It seemed he had learnt a new technique, even if it was extremely hard to use.
(Word Count: 2045
Claims: Akemi's Last Resort, wont claim stats for this, due to most of it being a dream)
Eventually, Akemi fell into the deepest sleep he had ever had.
- Akemi's dream:
A 13 year old Akemi was currently standing in the middle of his hometown in the fire nation. It was winter so blindingly white snow littered the dimly lit streets. Nothing was spared, the houses, bushes and 13 year old Akemi was completely covered in snow. He was only warm due to being wrapped up, so much that all that could be seen was his little cute, chubby face. This was before Akemi had gone through the change in his life where he would nonstop train, causing him to still have quite a lot of baby fat still on him. The only training he did was with his parents, but that did absolutely nothing for him.
Little Akemi sighed, he had been tasked from his parents to try and buy some groceries for Christmas, but he had ended up completely lost, his town wasn't all that big, Nooo, Akemi just had a terrible memory. That, and he didn't go explore much, preferring instead to read books and sometimes write them, though it always failed miserably. Every person he had attempted to befriend had just shunned him off, due to his peculiar yellow iris'. This caused Akemi to come to the realisation that children didn't like different stuff, and instead preferred everyone to be the same, everyone outside of the crowd was someone who didn't deserve their friendship, according to their logic.
Akemi suddenly remembered that he had brought a map with him. Thank god for hindsight. And after several minutes of fumbling to open his coat pocket, due to his thick gloves, he eventually brought out an overly large map and straightened it out, removing any creases so that he may see the map better. He studied and map for a few more minutes, the snow still falling all around him. He had yet to gain his bearings on his map so he no doubt looked quite strange, a yellow eyed 13 year old staring angrily at a map was guaranteed to get more than a few stares.
Eventually, after careful consideration and looking, he found where he was on the map, and where he was in relation to the closest shops. Tracing his finger along the route multiple times he nodded affirmatively and stowed the map back in his pocket. With a clear destination he set off to the store with the type of confidence that only a naive 13 year old could make. As he walked he noted the extremely heavy snow fall, it was leaving about two inches of snow on the ground. Every step he took, he was rewarded by a satisfying crunch from the snow as his boots hit the ground.
As he walked he noticed a group of kids, about 4 years older than him, chattering noisily, standing next to the shops. He recognised them instantly as the most prominent bullies in his life. Quickly and silently, he buried his face into his coat and tried to hurry past them. However, his efforts were in vain.
"Oi, guys look! It's that kid." Shouted one of them from the group, his voice sounded slurred and drunkenly. Were they drunk? Akemi was no uncultured kid, he had been taught about the adverse effects of alcohol from his parents many times. He had also been taught that kids weren't allowed to drink alcohol, that it made the usual effects of alcohol 10x worse on kids, due to the fact that their bodies hadn't properly developed yet. Which meant... Oh no. Akemi shrunk in the gaze of the group, their faces leering drunkenly at him. Time seemed to stop around him. The snowflakes weren't moving. The usual merriness of chirstmas time had lost all it's cheer, replaced only by void and death. The group and Akemi stared at each other for a little longer, each waiting for the first person to make a move.
Then, Akemi ran. He ran as fast as his little chubby legs could carry him, away from the group. He heard the deep, slurred shouts of old kids behind him, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps moving at an increased speed. Colour drained from his face, he was a fool to run. These kids were much faster and stronger than him, he didn't stand a chance. Before he knew it, he could feel hot air, breathing down his neck. And he was quickly face first in the snow, though it was no longer nice and crisp. It was mushy and grey.
That's when they started kicking him. Over and over again. The moment the first kick impacted, Akemi realised something. He was going to die, nothing was going to save him, these teenagers hit much harder than Akemi's tiny body could handle. As they continued to kick he started to slip out of consciousness. Black spots filled his vision, his head felt light and dreary. Akemi groaned in pain, why did he have to die? Tears pricked his eyes, though no one saw this. He was currently face down in the snow. He was going to die, all alone, face down in the snow.
That's when something impossible happened.
Akemi felt his skin tighten and harden, becoming much more durable then ever before. Then he saw his nose change shade, from the usual pink to a light grey. Something like this would normally freaked Akemi out. But he felt something comforting about it. It gave off the feeling of a mothers embrace, warm and protecting. Somehow, out of all odds, whatever this was, was going to protect him. He silently thanked whatever gods were out there for giving him this divine protection. He also thanked them for allowing his thick clothes to conceal whatever was happening to his skin away from his attackers.
Akemi didn't know for how long this protection would last so he knew he would have to play it smart. Deciding to play dead until they hopefully left them. They continually kicked him for ages, without the divine protection he would have definitely been dead by now. But with it, the kicks were about as harmless as rain pouring down on one's shoulders. There was still an intense pain in his chest and his leg felt like it was twisted in ways legs should not twist. The pain was more than Akemi had ever experienced and he was having to bite his lip to not cry out in pain.
After what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, of endless torment and suffering. The group finally left, leering and cheering as they did this. Their behaviours left a pit in Akemi's spirit. As far as they knew he was dead. And they were celebrating. Anger bubbled up in his chest, these people treated his life like it was nothing? It sickened him, who else were they going to injure like him? He was pretty sure that the protection he had been gifted was something extremely rare, something that wouldn't surface in other people.
Akemi had got through by the skin of his teeth. Even though he was young and naive, he still felt like this experience would harm his personality forever.
Akemi awoke, drenched in sweat with his eyes blazing a bright red. He sat upright, breathing hard. It had been a while since he had had that nightmare, but he had never had a nightmare that vivid before. He had never seen the weird technique his younger self had used to stay alive. What was it? It was a memory that Akemi had spent his whole life trying to suppress and forget, he guessed it kind of made sense that he had forgotten about what kept him alive. He had spent his whole life believing that he had survived with a lot more vicious injuries. But according to his recent nightmare it was due to some technique.
He swung out of bed and walked out of his bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. He lifted his hand to wipe the sweat of his forehead and that's when he noticed something. There seemed to be a red glow emitting from his eyes. What was that? He couldn't recall any jutsu that he knew did that. Was it something to do with the technique in his dream? It seemed like to much of a coincidence for it not to be related somehow. But how? Were these eyes related to the 'Grey Skin' technique. So many questions, questions creating questions, he was stuck in a loop without any knowledge on how to get out of it.
He walked into his bathroom and looked into the mirror, shocked to see two bright red eyes staring back at him. They flickered like fire, dimming and lighting up again at random intervals. Was it the advanced transformation technique? He held his hands up into the Ram Seal seal and attempted to transform his eyes to their default colour. Nothing happened. Though, he could see a small change in shade in his eyes, nothing happened. Okay, so that ruled out the possibility of it being a transformation, whatever it was, it wasn't a transformation.
That's when he noticed the fluttery feeling in his chest, fear. He had been too curious over these new-found eyes to notice how scared he felt. Were these eyes a product of the fear? Breathing deeply he started to suppress his fear, something he had been doing for year. Due to his occasional panic attacks. The fear in his chest died down, and he actually saw the bright fire in his eyes dim in accordance to his fear levels. Eventually, after a few more minutes of careful breathing, his fear had completely disappeared, and with it, the fiery eyes. He also noticed that now he felt a lot more weaker. He was just as strong as he usually was, but it seemed the fire somehow boosted his strength.
That's when he remembered something. He could not remember where he had learnt it but he had learnt it nonetheless. He couldn't remember it completely but it went something along the lines of: Your cells are always fighting to survive, they are what gives you adrenaline to hone your senses and such. That, mixed with his Hiyu genes were probably what caused his new ability. His cells had desperately fought for a way to survive and they had gifted it to him. Now, he probably wouldn't be able to control it, it would probably only activate when he was afraid or something.
He firmly grasped the sink and looked at his eyes, they were nigh-impossible to see due to the fact that he hadn't turned on the lights yet. But if he could activate the ability, then he would be able to see them. While looking in the mirror he thought about the people who had attacked him, the hopelessness, his inability to run quick enough to evade them. A panicky feeling enveloped his entire being. His heart rate and breathing quickened, sweat formed on his brow.
That's when his eyes started to glow blue, reminding him of wind. He felt lighter and quicker.
He settled down his fear and breathed. It seemed he had learnt a new technique, even if it was extremely hard to use.
(Word Count: 2045
Claims: Akemi's Last Resort, wont claim stats for this, due to most of it being a dream)
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Re: Flashback to learn Last Resort
Wed Mar 29, 2017 7:49 pm
Have fun looking like a jugo with dat grey skin
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