Castigation [NK, P]

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:45 pm

Yurei found himself walking alongside Damon. The sun showered them in the brilliant light. The morning was silent other than the clasping of their sandals across the concrete sidewalks brushed with sand. Each step echoed outward with the light crunch of scarce grains between their feet and the stone.

Yurei took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air. It felt colder than usual, more lonely, even though he had Damon at his side. Their little celebration had been reminiscent, a fun walk down memory lane to a happier time, with warm food to boot. It had been a while since the two had eaten together or even spoke. Too long.

The Uchiha walked without saying a word. He only bore a hope-inspired smile, though thin as it was. He glanced at Damon, then at his house up ahead. The lights were all turned off, likely due to the call for evacuation. Yurei had to make sure of that, however..

The alabaster jounin continued, stretching with the popping of bones and twist of muscles as the pair maneuvered through the streets. He turned alongside his brother, walking past the sakura trees that lined his walkway. The tree Damon had burned down had been replaced with a growing sapling, carefully extending upward to join the other pink-blossomed trees.

The Uchiha started up the bamboo steps, each creaking as he stepped onto them. He moved slower, trying not to wake Esu. However, something seemed wrong.

The call for each shinobi above chuunin had been given. Everyone should be there by now, but Yurei had to make sure his mother had left accordingly. They were already late for the drill.

The door was adjacent, parted slightly from the frame that it slid into. Yurei lowered his eyebrows with light concern. He looked to his brother, narrowing his eyes. Perhaps she left in a rush.

A sharp hiss echoed throughout the house. Yurei’s eyes peered into the darkness, spotting the teapot, idle and pumping out steam into the shadowed ceiling. The sweltering pot silenced all else with its roar, even Yurei’s creaking footsteps. He could hardly hear himself think. The Uchiha maneuvered through the house like a show, making his way toward the pot. He clasped onto a nearby rag, shifting it across the stove and silencing its scream.

The painful screech was replaced with silence, but only for a moment. A soft murmur stretch across the living room, almost silent. Yurei’s silvery eyes widened, and his abdomen tighened up to his throat. The spit in his mouth stretched down into his chest. His lungs collapsed. He couldn’t breath.

Esu lay against the wall, whimpering. The light cast by the sun cut through the door, stretching onto the dog’s side in the otherwise dark house. Blood ran across his abdomen as it raised up and down in a pant. The urge to scream Esu’s name swelled within Yurei’s stomach, but it never reached his throat. The Uchiha’s eyes swirled, three tomoe extending from his each of his pupils. He rushed forward, his eyes glowing in the shadowed living room. “Esu,” he whispered. “Esu, buddy, it’s going to be alright,” he said, raising his hands over the dog’s side. A turquoise chakra pulsed around his hands, slowly healing the wounds. He turned and flashed a glare of urgency at Damon, hatred and fear circulating around his eyes. “The villagers?” he asked, beginning to look around frantically for any signs that they were still here. Sudden realization cast over his reddened eyes.“Damon, my mother!” he said with realization, thrusting his head in the direction of her bedroom.

WC: 600

-20 Basic Med
-1 3 tomoe Sharingan
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1000 AP

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:48 pm

Damon walked alongside Yurei, but the manner in which he did so had changed. He used to walk with pride, with purpose, now he tended to keep his hands in his pockets, walking without drawing attention to himself. He was fading into the background, his desire to become a name to go down in history dwindling into oblivion.

Upon arrival at the house however, Damon’s hands stood by his side at the ready. Something had definitely happened here; Esu’s pained moans and the signs of forced entry said at least that much. As Damon was unprepared for medical jutsu of any kind, he simply nodded his head at Yurei’s cry, making a dash towards her bedroom as his silver eyes turned to red. He threw the sliding wooden door open, awaiting what was on the other side.

WC: 137
AP: 864 - 1 Three Tomoe = 863

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:48 pm

Esu’s bleeding wounds slowly closed, each end in the tears of his skin coming together as if stitched. Sweat began to condense around Yurei’s face, and his heartbeat began to pulse faster and faster, like a roaring engine. He could feel the pressure of his blood pumping around his face and neck, stretching out his skin with each pulse. Guilt rushed through him. To think he couldn’t be touched was laughable now, but the only thing Yurei felt was an oppressive shame and a powerful bitterness in his mouth.

Yurei’s Sharingan darted around the room, looking - searching - for someone or something. What was really happening? Was this another attack by the villagers? Had they mustered the courage to fight a shinobi all this time later?

The albino Uchiha’s shook with a frantic scatter of theories and questions. Nothing made sense. Why now? Why him?

“Let’s get you out of here, Esu,” Yurei said, activating his Mangekyou Sharingan. The three tomoe shifted into an inverted picture, the silver in his eyes taking on their shape and the black instead warping into a sharp outline.

Time and space bent around Yurei like a galaxy, fixated on his eye as the epicenter. The dog quickly disappeared into his kamui realm, free and safe from harm. The Uchiha’s eyes reverted after a short duration, but the pain was still there. It was as if a nail was being driven into his eye sockets. The Uchiha clutched his eyes, wincing, but keeping them open.

Out of the darkness sang the song of metal through air. Yurei’s eyes darted to his side, and his body reacted accordingly, commanding his muscles to push him to the side. The kunai sailed through the air, piercing the wall just before Yurei. With his Sharingan, Yurei could see clearly. The assailant was before him, and he possessed a mass of chakra nearly equal to Yurei’s own. A Shinobi!?

The masked invader lunged forward, his dark eyes cutting through the thin light cast by the sun. Yurei had never seen such hatred before. It was like staring into a seething void with nothing but a cold desire to kill.

Blade drawn, the assailant swiped, cutting the air horizontally, aimed for Yurei’s neck. The Uchiha drew his own blade, Shinigami. The sword slashed outward with a steel cold to the touch and a glow of the hottest flame. The blade swirled with energy, intercepting the assailant’s in a brief hiss of metal upon metal. Yurei’s eyes narrowed as he tried to grasp a closer look, but the masked ninja pulled away, launching another swing of the blade.

All Yurei could pick out were the invader’s eyes. The rest of the face was concealed either by shadow or cloth.

Metal cheered throughout the house in an orchestra, creating a symphony of ringing music.

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Upon opening the door, Damon would find two masked men, both wearing what the first assailant had been, a ninja mask woven out of the blackest of materials. Their wrists flicked, sending out Kunai from their holsters. They lunged forward, swords in hand, at the dark-haired Uchiha. “Brat’s all grown up,” one hissed, the more slender of the two.

The stockier slashed violently, piercing the chilled air with aim to split Damon in two. He made no move to speak, but his sword did all the required talking. It snarled with hatred.

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“Damon!” Yurei shouted, intercepting another strike. The masked man’s form was wild, but it bore substance. It was light, unpredictable, and fast. This person was clearly experienced with a blade. “Did you find her!?” he screamed, flourishing his blade in a deflection of a volley of attacks. Wood splintered behind him, tearing with each rip of the invader’s steel.

WC: 1225

-50 Kamui
-20 MS
-1 3 Tomoe
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929 AP total

[4/120 MS]

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:52 pm

The tomoe of Damon’s already red eyes swirled outwards, the darkness expanding around his iris, mimicking the shape of a shuriken or pinwheel. A black skeletal arm appeared outwards from his body, the palm of a hand shaped chakra construct intercepting the kunai before they could touch him. Grown up… The hand moved outwards to dissuade the men to rush him, the larger man needing to back up from his attempted strike. They speak as though they know who I am… The arm faded as quickly as it began, his eyes straining under the pressure, but he composed himself to where his opponent’s would be unable to tell in the shadows of the room.

He heard Yurei’s voice in the other room, along with the clashing of steel. “She isn’t here, brother,” Damon would call out over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the two shadowy figures before him. He heard the sounds of struggle from the next room, but he was otherwise occupied. These bodies seemed to blend in the darkness, as there were no windows or openings to the outside. The Uchiha eyed both of his opponents, initiating a genjutsu based on his own visual of the two men. I can’t use my more powerful jutsu in such close quarters. Guess this will have to work.

Damon needed to frighten them in order for the genjutsu to be effective, so he began to speak, “You are too familiar with mentioning me,” he said, dark silver chakra beginning to gather around his person. “I demand to know who you are and your purpose for coming here. Only then will I grant you the death you seem to crave.” His words were cold, his killing intent clear in his voice as his condensed display of power emanated around him. To the men, his chakra would take on the image of a wolf and seem to appear around the boy, symbolizing his love of the moon and his willingness to kill his prey. “Whoever speaks first will be granted mercy.”

WC: 497
AP: 863 - 20 MS - 25 skeletal susanoo - 30 Genjutsu Binding = 788
[6/120 MS]

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:53 pm

The kunai snapped, the splintering echo ringing throughout the house. The two men winced, fear cast over their eyes. “How did he-?” The bulkier of the two gasped. His voice shook with a bellowing stutter - like a tin can chattering in the wind. Suddenly, terror struck them like a viper, halting their assault and stopping them dead in their tracks. It was a chilling cold than ran up their spines, as if ice had replaced their blood.

“I-I can’t move,” the same assassin rattled, his body slightly shaking.

“She told us one of them was a genjutsu, specialist,”the lankier said. His eyes bounced in their sockets, studying Damon with hideous intent and hatred.

“We-we know all about you,” the one on the right spat, hate spewing with his moist words.

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Across from the room, Yurei’s clash continued. Blade met with blade, sparking light between the two with each class. The masked man’s movements were hard to see in the darkness, but the mass of chakra surrounding the man painted a picture the Uchiha could make it, reading each muscle movement and turn of the blade.

Damon’s calls resonated within Yurei. His mother wasn’t here. That was either a relief or terrible news. Had these people taken her?

The assassin’s blade sailed downward, shattering the table behind Yurei. His dark eyes shifted to the right, staring down Damon. He knew.

Genjutsu Release!

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The assassins sprang forward, blades drawn and set for Damon’s throat a meter from the young man. “Kid thinks he all big and tough,” the bulkier assassin said.

The thin assailant's blade coursed through the air, held to the user’s hand by chain. “Yeah, just like his old man,” he gloated. Fear had been replaced with glee and pompous arrogance. The ice water in their veins turned into a boil.

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Yurei’s blade launched forward, cutting into the assassin’s hand during the handseal. His eyes sparked with excruciating pain, widening and glaring through the dark. “Who are you?!” Yurei spat, raking his blade against the assailant’s thigh. He faltered, grasping his thigh. Blood dripped from his leg and hand.

The white Uchiha took his blade, reversing his grip, and slid it under the piping teapot. With a thrust, he launched it forward, shattering the porcelain against the assassin and splashing the liquid onto his face. It was like lava drenched the mask. There was only a short scream before Yurei struck, cutting across the assassin’s face, severing the threads in the mask that hid it.

The assassin fell backward, collapsing onto the ground. Before he could raise his blade, he found steel at his throat.

Yurei’s eyes widened, and darkness took him. They shook with fear. With anger. And with a cold he hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope drained from his face, and his already alabaster skin grew paler. The starlight disappeared, and Yurei was left with a void - a chilling, silent emptiness. His breath - his heart - were both silent. There was only he and his attacker - alone.

The mask fell from familiar eyes. Eyes he should have known. The invader was no man at all - but a woman. His mother.

Takia Uchiha.

WC: 1759

929
-1 3 Tomoe Sharingan
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928

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:55 pm

Of course that wouldn’t work… These people had clearly come here with an intent to kill, so why would they have shown up if they did not know what they were getting into? “My old man…” Something in Damon’s eyes changed, a flip in his mind switched, and his heart began to race faster, ever increasing. He forced himself to remain calm, lest he do something that he would regret.

“You talk of my father as though you knew him, but the poison dripping from your words tells me otherwise.” Before either had a chance to attack him, Damon would point his index finger at the bulkier man and show him his own death at the hands of the Uchiha, black fire erupting around his body, as Damon quickly swapped his hand to a one-handed ram seal to inflict a paralysis upon him and prevent him from attacking. The power of Ephemeral. The bulkier man would no longer be able to tell that he was still in the room, his body refusing to answer his commands regardless.

Once the thinner man made his attack, Damon would look him in the eyes as he dashed towards him. Tsukuyomi. His left eye swirled, the shuriken shape making direct contact with his assailant.

-----

The two would be transported to a world with a blood red sky, the victim’s body an inverted color, Damon lacking any form at all. Instead, his voice would echo throughout the empty abyss while the thin man stood alone in a barren plain of nothingness, empty as far as the eye could see. The booming voice of the Uchiha rang out in the heavens, “You attacked me with killing intent, so you asked for this regardless of your answer. But I ask you one last question. Did you kill my father?” His would be attacker looked at the sky, shouting, before he tried to avoid the question and run. Damon had chosen this one, as he had always seemed more timid as well as the one who had mentioned his ‘old man’. The man would keep running, looking around him at all sides before colliding with the black shape of Damon Uchiha.

“Did you. Kill. My father.”

He had seemed the weaker of the two regardless, due to his lankier form and more fearful attitude, his words far more courageous than his actions. “So what if we did? This pious village was fine until you shinobi came along with your blasphemous abilities,” the man spat. “So many of you try to become gods, try to overshadow our ways of life, and then expect gratitude? You bastards don’t deser-” The shadowy form of Damon punched the man across the jaw, cutting him off mid-rant and knocking him to the ground.

These men had been responsible for the death of his adoptive father. They had been responsible for the first tragedy that plagued the boy since he had awoken these damning eyes. These eyes that had since evolved to their current state. He stood, unflinchingly before this man in a world of his own mind. Multiple shapes would come from nothingness, the blood red skies shining down on them. The man looked around frightened at the faceless mob, a black fire springing to life around him and the mob in a circle, as it began to shrink and bring them all closer. The man pleaded for his life, but it did not matter. Not here. The mob converged on him, kicking and beating his downed body, the fires growing ever closer.

The mob would disappear, the man struggling to open his eyes as the voice of Damon rang out among the world. “Burn as he did.” The ring of black fire would close on him and shoot upwards, burning him alive.

-----

Damon looked between both of them, both men he had ensnared in genjutsu. Through the power of Tsukuyomi, the boy had decided to place the scrawny man in a small coma for now, to be dealt with later. He had to check on Yurei first and needed to make sure that these two would be out of commission.

The dark haired jounin moved to the bulkier man, snapping him out of the ephemeral genjutsu on him. The man would look at him, still paralyzed, still fearful from what Damon had shown him. The black and red eyes of the Uchiha bore into the man’s soul, as Damon got in his face, assuring he had made eye contact. “You and your friend will rest unless I say otherwise. Consider this a mercy.”

Tsukuyomi.

The bulkier man would then join his partner as he slumped down to the ground unconscious, both men having been dealt with. With that, he left the room to the silent void outside where Yurei Uchiha was experiencing the crumbling of his world.

WC: 1329
AP: 788 - 20 MS - 30 Ephemeral - 50 Tsukuyomi = 638
[8/120 MS]

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:58 pm

Yurei’s eye’s bobbed, his pupils dilating even in the darkness of the room. Vomit bubbled from the pit of his stomach, beckoning to come up. The Uchiha’s teeth clenched, his heart began to race faster and faster, almost vibrating, and his fingers ran with blood, clawing at the wood flooring. His face was almost a translucent white, and his veins flustered with a blackness around his eyes.

The Uchiha’s mouth grew dry. His tongue felt like numb sandpaper. “M-” he mustered, trying to satiate his mouth to speak. His eyes carried shock and hatred. They glossed over like a glass casing. “Mother?” he said.

Saying it drained the young man. Were the realization not there before, it was now. His mother sat before him, burned, scarred, and bleeding.

“Little Ghost,” she said. The endearing nickname had lost its warmth. Takia said it so coldly, so devoid of care or compassion. It was rife with an icy hate, but her eyes told a different picture. Tears fell from them, running down her cheeks. Perhaps it was sadness. Truly. Or perhaps it was merely the pain Yurei had dealt.

Yurei swallowed, clearing his throat. His jugular tensed as he forced his spit down, the top of his chest contracting. “Why?” he said, not stuttering, though the question was weak, raspy.

The question felt redundant. The pale Uchiha knew the answer. It was because he had killed his father all those years ago. His mother’s husband. Her partner, what would have been for life. When she confirmed his assumption, her voice was a chilled as ever, though her eyes carried with her a stabbing pain. Her lips, her facial muscles, shifted, tightening. Spit satiated her mouth, smacking as she spoke, as the emotions took her.

Was it wrong to be free of guilt? To no longer feel anything at the mention of his crime? It was a mere accident after all, but, more than that, Roshi Uchiha had deserved it. To strike out against his son with such viciousness… what could Yurei have done? Really? Suffered as his mother did nothing. But now, strangely, Takia blamed herself more than anything. Anyone.

“I should have stopped him,” she said, pursing her lips. “I could have. And we wouldn’t be here now,” she chuckled, shedding more tears. She closed her eyes; water ran from them, mixing with the blood from her cheek. “But I didn’t,” she said, gasping for air. She cleared her throat before continuing. “I needed someone to blame. Someone had to pay, and, in the end, you killed him.” Her sadness began to warp. Hatred and malice spilled in, her teeth bared. “You’re my son. And I can’t even love you. I spent every day watching you grow up since he died. Watching you master jutsu after jutsu - training to become more and more what killed my husband. You killed your own father and that didn’t stop you. You couldn’t stop. Not even for me. You had to ‘prove him wrong.’”

Takia paused, swallowing. Her eyes drifted from Yurei briefly before returning. Hatred burned from behind them. “You damned shinobi are all the same, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You hear me? You’ll die trying. And good riddance. I hope it’s as painful as Roshi’s.”

“Your own son-” Yurei started, but Takia quickly interrupted him.

“I didn’t have any hesitation. Not anymore. You’re nothing but a murderer. My Yurei Uchiha died a long time ago. With my husband,” she said, nodding to herself. Her lips tightened, bleeding as she bit into them.

Yurei sat quietly for a moment. There was nothing. No one said anything.

His eyes fell onto the teapot. Everything since then had been a lie. Every hug, word of encouragement, or warm embrace.

The Uchiha swallowed, his voice chilling to the bone. “Get out,” he said, cutting his eyes at his mother. His Sharingan flashed, blood vessels pumping the crimson liquid into them. “Now.”

Takia said nothing, instead standing and limping out the door. Her expression had grown vacant, and, by the time she had reached the door frame, she was gone - disappearing in a blink of the eye.

Yurei himself felt a tightness in his chest - a pain as if it were being compressed, crushed under pressure.

“I… I need to rest. I need to go somewhere quiet. Would you like to come with me?” Yurei asked, his voice hushed, but rigid. Cold. He knew the answer, but he chose to ask anyway. He suddenly realized that Damon had never seen it before.

Should the answer be yes, he would grasp Damon, staring into his brother’s eyes with a nod. The air around the pair would warp, spiraling as if a dreidel, and then they would be gone. (85 speed).

WC: 2557

928
-1 3 Tomoe
-70 Kamui
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857

[Exit to Kamui Dimension]

Tue Jun 12, 2018 4:59 pm

Damon stood still, having witnessed the last portion of the conversation that had just occurred in front of him. He tried to avert his attention, but the scene was like a car crash - he could not help but watch helplessly. It was not his role to act at the time.

Damon would allow himself to leave the realm of the living, to be torn away from everything that he had ever known, and arrive in a place he had never seen. This place cannot be of earth… the boy thought to himself. Along with Yurei, Damon had also taken an interest in the arts of space and time, and the existence of dimensions that existed outside of the world that they knew were known well to have existed. The dark haired Uchiha sat in the realm as well, the hanging silence tangible but lacking the qualities that made it awkward. The pair had just been through quite the ordeal, and it seemed… it seemed as though this was the ending of a chapter to their lives.

--Exit to Kamui--
WC: 1508
Claiming 1508 words towards Raikiri

Tue Jun 12, 2018 5:03 pm

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Tue Jun 12, 2018 9:36 pm

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