the remains of family (p)

the dreadful night had a simple but distasteful taste to it. The warm air had woken xuba from his sleep. He was home yet it was not the same. No Each dawn felt like a new dawn but in another country. To be home it felt weird, unusual and undoubtedly unnatural. Each day the land that was his as a child was gone. Thus came the nightmares each night as a child. Which lead to a groggy morning. As with this xuba went towards the densely wooded fresty area surrounding the village.
 
He wandered the wooded area avoiding the south commonly area as he traveled  through the wooded area. The rocky crevasse of the desert like area was rich of the thriving cactus that surrounded the area. for it was like the village was an sanctuary of the sorts. This he recalled as but a child. each day he quietly would drink a bit of water from the well. Yet it was always for the better. 
 
Drawing up courage xuba had time to reflect as he desired to at the least repay his home once more. one last time at least/ To remind himself that which he was raised and born from. His grey eyes scanned a path which long has been dead to him. Thus he would heavy steps walked along the path adoned in his black armor, and his gauntlets and such. 
 
the thick tree's and shrubs as well as bushes would pay homage to the long path as he proceeded northwards. Thus he noted that there was a clearing after a few hours of walking. He was thirsty so then he was quiet astounded that by the river that flowed near where he once was raised was nice and clear. He knelt and took a scoop of water thus taking a deep draught of the water amid the heated sun.
 
his eyes caught ahold of what he called an mirage amid the first few minutes, but after a moment he was certain it was a well-kept home and such a small grave in the front.  Yet xuba blinked as if half stupid. It was almost as if time has not touched the location and left it the same.
 
this cannot be right. it should be dust and rubble... it should begone....
 
xuba thought as he gazed quietly at the house taking off the helmet as it sweat may have blocked and obscured his vision. yet that was not the case. The foot steps behind him and his grey mane of hair would bristle in the wind as he glanced behind him.
 
"greetings stranger.... what brings you to the estate?"
 
the voice of a male well educated, and otherwise quiet deep was his greeting as xuba gazed up towards the fellow and was surprised as he looked up at a man as dark as he was. just short grey hair and tied back in a pony tail. Although xuba mostly stared at his face quietly as if  to confirm something. He looked pretty close to xuba although slightly in the face there were differences. Smoother and not so worn from experience like his own. Perhaps a little younger and fresher.
 
i had relatives?
 
xuba thought stupidly as the man gave a small smile and laughed.
 
"looks like you need a moment out of the sun stranger. come join our well made home/"
 
xuba in a moment of stupor nearly wiped a little more then a tear from side of his face. Subconsciously perhaps his thoughts were confused as he was on the surface.
 
"i- i need to take a seat good sir"
 
his voice was rather tough in the apparent speaking as he took a moment to simply gather his thoughts. Following the man he reached the steps and stopped as he gazed at them shaking. yet the man simply laughed.
 
"afraid of steps....well we both are not that far from such a thing.... the simple steps to take will be only accepted if you are willing to do  the first thing.. lift your foot"
 
he chided at xuba and yet xuba took a moment of thought and with the childish feeling of the little boy. he took a ginger second step. The wooden floor creaked slightly and the man opened the door. It was like a shock to xuba. he shook and sweated from facing the past as he gazed at the stove. Same place and the  compartments of the room were the same. It was a hollow house. thus enabled air to run though to allow people to breath even as a form of make shift air conditioning. thus it was a lot larger then he last saw it. Well over 20 years prior.
 
the door shut behind him as a voice grunted from the darkness.
 
"xabi is that you?"
 
the appearance of an elder scarred man with a dark tint of his skin wearing a farmer's tint would be heard. As well as the unmistakable sound of clunking wood as the man stopped and stared at the two men in the door way in a simply shocked silence. Each instant felt like an hour as all eyes were quietly confirming each one of the two without anything holding them back. As if they too would make reality a false truth. But fate was an interesting hand today.
 
the air went still as the grey eyes of xuba locked on the shadowed figure that stepped into the light. One eye hazed and clear, but the other a staking grey like his own. The acid in his throat nearly made a sour taste like vomit. yet xuba was steadfast. the man however was stunned as his cane fell to the ground and in a hoarse voice he croaked.
 
"xuba... xuba the boy of my face, and the boy of my lineage... is that you?"
 
he croaked and limped forward. xuba was stunned as the man limped towards him and with the good eye seemed to confirm, but he kept coming till he touched xubas with a rough hand and let out an exasperated sigh. He shakily took in his breath and for a moment clarity came into the other hazed eye before it went out and thus the clear shine of tears streamed from his face. The man's shoulders shook in both grief and sorrow, but something else. It was an emotion that brimmed more then the others. The flash of sana as there was the look of hope.
 
"the gods did not forsake me...they answered my prayers. they heard me all these years."
 
the man lamented as he slouched in a chair in the corner of the room and was beside himself. Xuba however was without words as he slid slowly down the base of the door and stared at the boots of his silver and his armor. the young man was too staring intently at xuba as if gazing a hole into him. silence filled the room for the entirety of an hour.
 
The cries of “my boy” finally went hoarse as the man weeping and xuba amid stunned silence went on. Then the xabi spoke. His voice caked and layed with emotion and thoughts that xuba could only relate to as  a question hr had for himself. Was he truly alone? The final confrontation between the unbelievable and the truth.
 
"are you him?"
 
xuba looked up quietly and gazed at xabi in silence the boy had cried too for an hour and with seemingly a small weight on his neck. he dipped it slowly and raised it as he discarded the chest piece of his armor and reveled a scarred chest. 
 
xabi revealed his chest and hence revealed a similar scar on chest which confused xuba as it was suddenly answered with the man slowly approaching xuba and with a ginger hand he seemingly melded with xuba. The shock was beyond xuba stared with a wide eye with shock and amazement as the man entered him.  The sensation was not agony but startling all the same.
 
"wai-"
 
xabi merely spoke up to cut off xuba. As he merged. The sensation of the body melding into his was unusual. The heat and flow of body and skin melding. An unusual feeling. And yet it felt natural. The rushing of another’s chakra into him. Synchronizing and merging. In full and the flesh. The entirety and the whole works was but an instant, but brought a sense of completion that was unusual to xuba… but Perfectly fine. Then it was done.
 
"if it wasn't for me.... you would've died that time... if it wasn't for me.... you wouldn't have had the strength to move.... brother... you understand right?"
 
xabi spoke as his head melded on xubas shoulder and he went silent. the sensation,. a second heart beat, a second stomach, the inhaling and exhaling. He could feel it all. his own body the one was dominate, but they were not as strong as before. still powerful.as it merged with him and he felt the feeling of another inside him. He took a breath and felt it fill his lungs and exhaled.
 
in silence he reflected on all he knew and thought he knew. it was the fleeting of the boy inside till he finally realized it. he was alone. but he had family. a brother, a father still alive.  The mother may have deceased, but there was at least something there. Something that would bring him back from the lost edges of oblivion. A family.
 
"i ran away... i ran from my mistakes... i always ran.... but I’m back...."
 
xuba spoke as he felt the now surging force within him. The fact that he was still getting used to it in the fullest. The very reminder of that all of this happened and he now felt that it was but a dream in the flesh. Yet reality this time had him in its crosshairs of the warmth of light.  the old man spoke quietly finishing for him.
 
"home....xuba....home. with the family. I know she hurt you, but i was weak...i left you both... it took him years to forgive me, but i know you ended her. you did it for your life... and his. we burried her. you ran past me and i tried to follow. then i saw her.... and realized my mistake in the end. I do not know what you have done. you were gone and thus i never heard a thing. not even the castle knew. and tacks fade away so shinobi do not follow dead trails. 20 years and hence here you stand. A man...I can safely say that i at least granted her the one promise.... to see my boy's grown up"
 
the man spoke as he took a breath. his eyes glistening in tears as he took a breath and chuckled. 
 
"you two could do that. an odd thing indeed, beyond my knowledge, but. it only shows how the connections between brothers and siblings can go deeper then a hug. but you may just be what is needed now xuba. To be home, to uphold the family. I am old. xabi is alone if i am gone... so at least we both can take good upon it." 
 
the man finished as xabi chuckled and smiled quietly. "who knew that you were quiet impressive brother. still i think this will go good."
 
 
xabi simply stated and xuba domed on the armor chest peice. with what was to be and remain gone was him not alone. He felt the fear all but vanish as he felt a new warmth. it was radiant as the sin. but was true. it was hope as clear as day for the man.
 
i....have family....i am home....i have a brother and he is with me... i have a father.....
 
xuba thought as he stood up and shifted slightly. he was trained and strong, but xabi made him smile noting the wonder. it elt nice and powerful to have a brother. he felt giddy and actually laughed. the sensation of something so complete and done yet the man did not speak. the sound of snoring could be heard. 
 
"looks like we wore the old man out xubs.... what ya think? The fact my own brother is home and I can be one like when we were little."
 
xuba smiled and took a sigh. As xabi did not kn ow quiet yet of xubas natural exploits, but still it felt nice to know there was someone he could truly count on to that decree. Although it would take time
 
"I go by tatsuma brother. but you may call me xubs."
 
Xuba stated as the word brother fell from his lips. It was unusual as it was now in the span of a hour or two he had met him. Still he shrugged and xabi grinned quietly. He then took a moment to consider his words before speaking.
“sooo… nice armor. What are you a hoshi knight?”
 
The joke got a dry laugh from xuba as he rolled his eyes. The fact he needed to rest on this was the major part that got him now to have another talking individual running too and fro within him. Although. He was certain with training. Xabi would prove to be incalculable in his works.
 
Perhaps this is not so bad after all….
 
xuba thought as the two left he he needed to return to the vilage so it would do him well to do so.
 
 
Twc: 2,255 to discover sakon ukon bloodline
(exit)

Claiming sakon ukon bloodline (will relinquish the clanless buffs on stat page, and make separate stats for xabi and xuba and xabi's combined body. xuba is the dominate one. xabi starting at geninn rank respectively. with base geninn stats.)

+10 to xabi xixisis stats.

Approved I think