Post by YukiTen on Mar 1, 2011 19:19:01 GMT -7
ALL OF THIS WAS PULLED OUT OF MY ASS. Thank you.
WE WHO ARE OUR HARSHEST JUDGES.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Mukai Aosora, the sky blue-haired medic nin, grumbled furiously over a concentrating Kusanagi Yuki's, heiress to the Kusanagi Clan and Hatake Kakashi's adoptive daughter, bare porcelain shoulder. The older woman watched with the fierce eyes of a hawk as Yuki dropped her hands, the jutsu she had been trying to recreate dissipating.
The infuriated purple-haired kunoichi whipped around to face her instructor's friend and partner, her blue and green eyes focusing in on the older woman's own deep blue ones. She bristled with such fury, none-too pleased about the bitch interrupting her. "Grrr, Aosora! You screwed up my focus! Do you have any idea how hard I've been working on recreating that jutsu?! Ugh!"
Yuki angrily plopped herself into the stump chair she carved out with Kiba a short time after she had arrived in Konohagakure, crossing both her legs and arms. 'How does that twat manage to fuck up my concentration like that?! Not even Kiba or Kakashi can do that, and they're the ones that know HOW to get under my skin. Ugh. I hate this stupid woman,' she thought, her temper flaring. She really hated it when Aosora popped up at the most awful of times and just utterly screw what silence and focus Yuki could get.
Content with her doings, Aosora grinned and crossed her arms over her unnecessarily large chest, which, by the way, Yuki hated. They were TOO big. It was gross. 'Get some breast reduction, you stupid bimbo!'
"So, what jutsu was it that I destroyed your focus on? Oh, was it the Shadow of Ameterasu? Or was it, hmhm, the Forbidden Ninja Art created by your family: Ameterasu's Vigor, the jutsu your brother forced into you?" the large-breasted woman slurred with amusement and a shrewd cackle.
"Do you have any respect for me? You were there that day when I had to--"
"When you had to kill your dearest oniisan? Oh yes, I was there. I healed you and your precious mutt-faced pet of a boyfriend." Aosora shifted her weight and pulled up one of her hands to inspect it, picking at her perfectly manicured nails, looking bored.
"Shut up!" Yuki was at her feet in little less than a second, a pensive anger lighting up her face. "You have no idea how hard it was! Why don't you go and lose your entire clan to some snake like Orochimaru! I didn't mean to kill my brother... It wasn't part of the mission. You know that, Aosora! We were originally put on the mission because there were a lot of us and because we had to capture him. That's all we had to do! But you kept pushing me and pushing me and you forced me into that angry state that had me going bat-shit on my brother! It's because of YOU that he's dead, you stupid fucking gutterslut!"
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She saw him through blurry eyes, a bloody, mangled lump in a pile of rubble and rock, gasping and gurgling for air when all the smoke and dust had cleared. The transformation stage had long ceased as her blackened chakra energy diminished. Her body had weakened considerably, but she could still stand and perform basic functions.
She saw every burning breath that her brother took, desperate and full of blood. She turned her head with great difficulty, searching for her partner-in-crime, her best friend and dear lover, Inuzuka Kiba. When she found him, the deepest sense of guilt formed in her gut and her lungs refused to suck in air as she coughed up a little blood in response to what she saw.
He, too, was mangled and twisted and burned and seemingly damaged beyond repair. There was blood everywhere, smeared across that gray jacket he always wore, streaked down his cheeks and chin, spilling from the deep wounds he had gotten during the fight with Yuki and her brother, Yasuo.
Tears tumbled down her cheeks, betraying every mask she had worn to conceal all her self-torture and frustrations. The pain of seeing her mate, her PIC, her closest friend in the world, cut down the way he was because of her and Yasuo... It crushed her. She stumbled to her knees, leaning hear head low and close to the ground, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she sobbed into the tops of her thighs.
Kiba was hurt to disrepair... Yasuo was going to die in a matter of minutes... And it would be her fault. Everything would be her fault. But everyone would make her out to be a hero for eliminating one of the most deadly ninja under Orochimaru's control. Pfft.
Hero or not, she would be the cause of their deaths.
She howled in such an agonized and scratchy voice, her vocal chords burning and ceasing to work, her body collapsing to the side with a light thump. She hated herself. The once great, shameless, and fearless Kusanagi Yuki began to feel such disgust and anger at herself that she just might have killed herself, had she had the energy to. She sat there, weak and tired and in pain, and cried. How could she survive and her brother and mate not?
"Pull yourself together! He's not dead! Neither of them are!" It was Uzumaki Naruto, shouting one of his routine speeches. He always did that... "Kiba wouldn't die like this! Especially not in front of or because of you!"
It was all her fault. She didn't deserve to live. Why did they have to die-
"Yuki." Amaya's piping in too... How unlike her. She held no sympathy in her flat voice. "Naruto's right. Kiba wouldn't die like a sick goat. You have so little faith in your team and yourself, it's pathetic. You have to remember, he's strong enough to hold on. No matter how bad you fuck him up."
Yuki bit her lip as hard as she possibly could to keep herself from saying anything, hot Tera continuing to flow down her porcelain cheeks. 'But do you not see him...?' Her mind was so clouded with fear and doubt that she couldn't see past the image of Kiba's severely maimed body, his extremely slow breathing, his passing...
"Y...Yuki...." It was Yasuo, his voice scratchy and deep, emerging from his pile of rubble. She could still imagine the way he looked before she had damn near tore him apart. He was perfect. Albino-white layered hair, big sparkling blue and green eyes. He was a spitting image of their father.
His voice shocked her some, ringing through her ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Y-Yuki, listen to me..." Yasuo forced the tiny remainder of his chakra into his lungs, neck, and face, allowing himself to speak regularly. "He won't die with you around. And the sealing jutsu... Do you remember?"
"A-Ameterasu's... Brother, no..."
"The seal was created by the eldest member of the clan - the founder, actually, Kusanagi Fumi - with the knowledge that one day, through betrayal and pursuit, death and sadness, if or when the clan had been mostly wiped out, the remaining members of the clan would battle it out and one of them would die. So... With that in mind, she went to work on creating a technique that would ensure the clan's pure bloodline. Eventually, she concocted Amaterasu's Vigor, which was only meant to...'infect' the people most trusted by the remaining member of the clan with the Kusanagi bloodline. However, this seal evolved. Black markings, ones only seen on Amaterasu, would brand the body. The marks...the marks are permanent. Also, if the last member of the clan found a mate, their child would adopt the Kekke Genkai of the clan and any abilities or Kekke Genkai of the other parent, ensuring that every generation would be greater than the last," he rambled on, coughing here and there in strangled breaths. His body shook and his heart pounded hard against his rib cage.
Yuki didn't know what to say, her breath caught in her throat. The entire invention of the sealing technique sounded stupid and strange... She didn't want any of it. Why her? Why her clan? Why?! "Y-you mean that...the Kusanagi clan will live on forever? No matter what?"
"Yes, my little sister... Also, everything that belongs to me will now belong to you."
Yuki pushed herself up onto all-fours, deciding to crawl out of ear-shot from her brother. Every word that drifted from his mouth was utter nonsense... She had to ignore it. And he was different from before, normal even. Like her beating the living shit out of him brought him back to the way he used to be. She didn't understand. She had to get away... There was someone that really needed her full attention anyway, she confirmed. She knew here brother was going to die and she didn't have the heart to say goodbye, as awful as it was, but there was another person with at least a tiny hope of survival. There was a particular dog-boy that was barely clinging to life. And maybe, if she could be with him and support him, he'll gain a stronger hold...
When she reached Kiba, tears began to roll down her cheeks again and she-
"Yuki! You're not seriously gonna let your stupid brother get away with hurting you and Kiba, are you?! Look at what he did to you! You're precious little dog is unconscious and dying and you are barely holding on yourself! He joined up with the man that destroyed your clan and you're just gonna sit there and--" Aosora practically screamed in anger, cut off by a low growl.
"Shut up, you worthless hag," Amaya hissed, her clawed hands weaving through the air and taking a rough hold on the blue-haired woman's upper arms, digging her nails into the exposed flesh. She held no mercy - especially not for this cunt of a woman. With one strong push, Aosora was up against the gray stone wall with a frenzied Amaya glaring up at her. "You have no fucking right to meddle in Yuki's affairs. This is HER problem. It has nothing to do with you."
The tiny purple-haired girl pulled a curved kunai knife from her satchel and wedged the blade between Aosora's frighteningly large breasts, the tip cutting into the woman's skin. She figured that if the medic said another word she'd run her heart through and that would be the end of it. No mercy. However, because this woman was a friend of Kurenai-sensei, she could not kill her. And the bitch knew it.
Aosora gave the petite girl a wicked grin and opened her mouth to speak, her twisted eyes transfixed on her. "Yuki, you have to kill him for what he's done. You have to avenge those that died at his hands! You have to avenge Kiba!"
Amaya looked up her shoulder to see if Yuki would respond. Nothing. She just sat there and stared down at Kiba's bloodied and swollen face, her brows furrowed. Fuck. She was actually listening to what the medic had to say. Great. She took the liberty of pushing the blade a little further into the medic's chest. Blood trickled down the edge of the kunai and in between Amaya's fingers, the hit substance making her twitch.
She bit her lip and let out a cautious breath, pulling the blade back and withdrew. Anymore bloodshed and she'd go insane.
WE WHO ARE OUR HARSHEST JUDGES.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Mukai Aosora, the sky blue-haired medic nin, grumbled furiously over a concentrating Kusanagi Yuki's, heiress to the Kusanagi Clan and Hatake Kakashi's adoptive daughter, bare porcelain shoulder. The older woman watched with the fierce eyes of a hawk as Yuki dropped her hands, the jutsu she had been trying to recreate dissipating.
The infuriated purple-haired kunoichi whipped around to face her instructor's friend and partner, her blue and green eyes focusing in on the older woman's own deep blue ones. She bristled with such fury, none-too pleased about the bitch interrupting her. "Grrr, Aosora! You screwed up my focus! Do you have any idea how hard I've been working on recreating that jutsu?! Ugh!"
Yuki angrily plopped herself into the stump chair she carved out with Kiba a short time after she had arrived in Konohagakure, crossing both her legs and arms. 'How does that twat manage to fuck up my concentration like that?! Not even Kiba or Kakashi can do that, and they're the ones that know HOW to get under my skin. Ugh. I hate this stupid woman,' she thought, her temper flaring. She really hated it when Aosora popped up at the most awful of times and just utterly screw what silence and focus Yuki could get.
Content with her doings, Aosora grinned and crossed her arms over her unnecessarily large chest, which, by the way, Yuki hated. They were TOO big. It was gross. 'Get some breast reduction, you stupid bimbo!'
"So, what jutsu was it that I destroyed your focus on? Oh, was it the Shadow of Ameterasu? Or was it, hmhm, the Forbidden Ninja Art created by your family: Ameterasu's Vigor, the jutsu your brother forced into you?" the large-breasted woman slurred with amusement and a shrewd cackle.
"Do you have any respect for me? You were there that day when I had to--"
"When you had to kill your dearest oniisan? Oh yes, I was there. I healed you and your precious mutt-faced pet of a boyfriend." Aosora shifted her weight and pulled up one of her hands to inspect it, picking at her perfectly manicured nails, looking bored.
"Shut up!" Yuki was at her feet in little less than a second, a pensive anger lighting up her face. "You have no idea how hard it was! Why don't you go and lose your entire clan to some snake like Orochimaru! I didn't mean to kill my brother... It wasn't part of the mission. You know that, Aosora! We were originally put on the mission because there were a lot of us and because we had to capture him. That's all we had to do! But you kept pushing me and pushing me and you forced me into that angry state that had me going bat-shit on my brother! It's because of YOU that he's dead, you stupid fucking gutterslut!"
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She saw him through blurry eyes, a bloody, mangled lump in a pile of rubble and rock, gasping and gurgling for air when all the smoke and dust had cleared. The transformation stage had long ceased as her blackened chakra energy diminished. Her body had weakened considerably, but she could still stand and perform basic functions.
She saw every burning breath that her brother took, desperate and full of blood. She turned her head with great difficulty, searching for her partner-in-crime, her best friend and dear lover, Inuzuka Kiba. When she found him, the deepest sense of guilt formed in her gut and her lungs refused to suck in air as she coughed up a little blood in response to what she saw.
He, too, was mangled and twisted and burned and seemingly damaged beyond repair. There was blood everywhere, smeared across that gray jacket he always wore, streaked down his cheeks and chin, spilling from the deep wounds he had gotten during the fight with Yuki and her brother, Yasuo.
Tears tumbled down her cheeks, betraying every mask she had worn to conceal all her self-torture and frustrations. The pain of seeing her mate, her PIC, her closest friend in the world, cut down the way he was because of her and Yasuo... It crushed her. She stumbled to her knees, leaning hear head low and close to the ground, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as she sobbed into the tops of her thighs.
Kiba was hurt to disrepair... Yasuo was going to die in a matter of minutes... And it would be her fault. Everything would be her fault. But everyone would make her out to be a hero for eliminating one of the most deadly ninja under Orochimaru's control. Pfft.
Hero or not, she would be the cause of their deaths.
She howled in such an agonized and scratchy voice, her vocal chords burning and ceasing to work, her body collapsing to the side with a light thump. She hated herself. The once great, shameless, and fearless Kusanagi Yuki began to feel such disgust and anger at herself that she just might have killed herself, had she had the energy to. She sat there, weak and tired and in pain, and cried. How could she survive and her brother and mate not?
"Pull yourself together! He's not dead! Neither of them are!" It was Uzumaki Naruto, shouting one of his routine speeches. He always did that... "Kiba wouldn't die like this! Especially not in front of or because of you!"
It was all her fault. She didn't deserve to live. Why did they have to die-
"Yuki." Amaya's piping in too... How unlike her. She held no sympathy in her flat voice. "Naruto's right. Kiba wouldn't die like a sick goat. You have so little faith in your team and yourself, it's pathetic. You have to remember, he's strong enough to hold on. No matter how bad you fuck him up."
Yuki bit her lip as hard as she possibly could to keep herself from saying anything, hot Tera continuing to flow down her porcelain cheeks. 'But do you not see him...?' Her mind was so clouded with fear and doubt that she couldn't see past the image of Kiba's severely maimed body, his extremely slow breathing, his passing...
"Y...Yuki...." It was Yasuo, his voice scratchy and deep, emerging from his pile of rubble. She could still imagine the way he looked before she had damn near tore him apart. He was perfect. Albino-white layered hair, big sparkling blue and green eyes. He was a spitting image of their father.
His voice shocked her some, ringing through her ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Y-Yuki, listen to me..." Yasuo forced the tiny remainder of his chakra into his lungs, neck, and face, allowing himself to speak regularly. "He won't die with you around. And the sealing jutsu... Do you remember?"
"A-Ameterasu's... Brother, no..."
"The seal was created by the eldest member of the clan - the founder, actually, Kusanagi Fumi - with the knowledge that one day, through betrayal and pursuit, death and sadness, if or when the clan had been mostly wiped out, the remaining members of the clan would battle it out and one of them would die. So... With that in mind, she went to work on creating a technique that would ensure the clan's pure bloodline. Eventually, she concocted Amaterasu's Vigor, which was only meant to...'infect' the people most trusted by the remaining member of the clan with the Kusanagi bloodline. However, this seal evolved. Black markings, ones only seen on Amaterasu, would brand the body. The marks...the marks are permanent. Also, if the last member of the clan found a mate, their child would adopt the Kekke Genkai of the clan and any abilities or Kekke Genkai of the other parent, ensuring that every generation would be greater than the last," he rambled on, coughing here and there in strangled breaths. His body shook and his heart pounded hard against his rib cage.
Yuki didn't know what to say, her breath caught in her throat. The entire invention of the sealing technique sounded stupid and strange... She didn't want any of it. Why her? Why her clan? Why?! "Y-you mean that...the Kusanagi clan will live on forever? No matter what?"
"Yes, my little sister... Also, everything that belongs to me will now belong to you."
Yuki pushed herself up onto all-fours, deciding to crawl out of ear-shot from her brother. Every word that drifted from his mouth was utter nonsense... She had to ignore it. And he was different from before, normal even. Like her beating the living shit out of him brought him back to the way he used to be. She didn't understand. She had to get away... There was someone that really needed her full attention anyway, she confirmed. She knew here brother was going to die and she didn't have the heart to say goodbye, as awful as it was, but there was another person with at least a tiny hope of survival. There was a particular dog-boy that was barely clinging to life. And maybe, if she could be with him and support him, he'll gain a stronger hold...
When she reached Kiba, tears began to roll down her cheeks again and she-
"Yuki! You're not seriously gonna let your stupid brother get away with hurting you and Kiba, are you?! Look at what he did to you! You're precious little dog is unconscious and dying and you are barely holding on yourself! He joined up with the man that destroyed your clan and you're just gonna sit there and--" Aosora practically screamed in anger, cut off by a low growl.
"Shut up, you worthless hag," Amaya hissed, her clawed hands weaving through the air and taking a rough hold on the blue-haired woman's upper arms, digging her nails into the exposed flesh. She held no mercy - especially not for this cunt of a woman. With one strong push, Aosora was up against the gray stone wall with a frenzied Amaya glaring up at her. "You have no fucking right to meddle in Yuki's affairs. This is HER problem. It has nothing to do with you."
The tiny purple-haired girl pulled a curved kunai knife from her satchel and wedged the blade between Aosora's frighteningly large breasts, the tip cutting into the woman's skin. She figured that if the medic said another word she'd run her heart through and that would be the end of it. No mercy. However, because this woman was a friend of Kurenai-sensei, she could not kill her. And the bitch knew it.
Aosora gave the petite girl a wicked grin and opened her mouth to speak, her twisted eyes transfixed on her. "Yuki, you have to kill him for what he's done. You have to avenge those that died at his hands! You have to avenge Kiba!"
Amaya looked up her shoulder to see if Yuki would respond. Nothing. She just sat there and stared down at Kiba's bloodied and swollen face, her brows furrowed. Fuck. She was actually listening to what the medic had to say. Great. She took the liberty of pushing the blade a little further into the medic's chest. Blood trickled down the edge of the kunai and in between Amaya's fingers, the hit substance making her twitch.
She bit her lip and let out a cautious breath, pulling the blade back and withdrew. Anymore bloodshed and she'd go insane.
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