For The Power Of Samehada[Done]

Kakusan signed as he listened to the idle talk in the bar. He had been training hard today, trying to get his Taijutsu under his thumb, so to speak.
There where angry women yelling at their partners to stop wasting the money that both of them had worked so hard for. Occasionally there were the whispers of love from the couples that sat around the room. Along side all those where the rowdy shouts from the ninja who had came to the bar for their food.
Now all Kakusan cared about was to rest his body in peace and quite. This wasn’t the most ideal situation for that, but it did supply the food that his body needed to carry on functioning.
As one would expect from being brought up in a Medical Centre, Kakusan knew more about the body than most, sometimes he cursed the way they had slowly evolved into what they are now. At others he marvelled the how perfectly his body moved worked, how his brain controlled it, regulated the breathing and reflexes.
The brain had been a major part in Kakusan’s studies. This was mainly because he had also chosen Genjutsu as one of his strengths. So he needed to know about it as much as he could, but the more you learned….the further you realised you had to go. Some people where born with the abilities that allowed them to go further and experience more than others. Kakusan hadn’t been one of those people. He wasn’t terribly gifted in comparison to some, however that wasn’t to say he was lacking in talent or skill, but he still made terribly errors in his training. But instead of letting those failures weight him down; they inspired and invigorated him to attempt even higher risks to achieve the power he would need to best those who would threaten all that held a claim to his heart. This right now, was very few.
Kakusan was only thankful that they had been born at the same time; otherwise ‘they’ would have even more of an edge on him. But then Kakusan wondered if that would be better for him. To have someone who had already walked down those paths that Kakusan would attempt to follow. Would he have enjoyed the company of an elder brother, or a sister? He would never know now.
Kakusan laughed out loud at the thought. Turning to the bar keeper, he ordered himself some coffee, at this most of the people stopped at what they where doing to look at Kakusan. Most of them looked quite astounded at the fact that a boy who looked no older than eleven to thriteen was ordering coffee. Coffee was generally considered a adult type of thing. “What” Kakusan asked in an offended tone, “I’m only ordering some coffee.”
Slowly the heads turned away and went back to their conversation. Only the other Ninja’s in the room where unaffected by the sight. Kakusan suspected that is wasn’t uncommon for young ninja to order coffee. Or something to keep them going, most Genin that where dedicated to their training needs these sorts of stimulants.
Kakusan didn’t have that much energy naturally in every day life. However in battle in seemed that his body had a habit of storing up energy instead of using it. Whenever he entered battle, a battle that awakened the blood-lust within him he would be filled with the energy he normally lacked.
Kakusan could only wonder if that was part of the deal when he had been brought back from the dead, did being frozen in ice for nearly a decade count as death? Yes Kakusan though so. Kakusan was only bound to this realm by the duel Fuuinjutsu and Medical Jutsu that had been used to pull him back to this world.
He had often wondered if he could manipulate the seal. It had originally been thought that the Doctor in charge of his birth had only used a jutsu to restart his heart. But to keep it going would require something more….lasting to keep Kakusan alive. By now all the seal did was absorb unused energy. But it looked like when Kakusan began to release more adrenaline, it weakened the seal enough to release the chakra that it stored. Pulling himself back to the present which was aided by the smell of the fresh streaming coffee.
Draining the glass in a single swig and sat back to let the magic happen. Kakusan frequently happened by coffee shops frequently had he had come quite well know on one side of Dokugakure. It looks like in this part had yet to recognise him as a frequenter. Kakusan trained in different area’s to make sure he didn’t get used to fighting in only one type of environment.
All Kakusan could think about now was getting to bed and having a nice sleep for a while.
Even so what happened next Kakusan wasn’t prepared for. He caught a snippet of conversation between to men who where looking like they didn’t want to be here yet really had no choice.
“Are you sure this location is safe Harava.” On said in hushed tones, constantly looking around, “Perfectly, we have found the next hint to it’s location and we are ready to move in.” This one unlike to other seemed to be far more different than the other. He looked well educated, groomed and wealthy. It was obvious that this man was in charge.
Kakusan looked at the two of them and well of despise rose up in his throat like a plug blocking the water from leaking out of a bath. This was because Kakusan was bushed, which in his slang meant that he was really, really tired.
Whatever the case was Kakusan didn’t feel like attacking these men right here and now to get the information out of them.
So when they left and began making their way to wherever, Kakusan followed suit. He had never had taste for cards; it never seemed to feel right. Trusting himself to luck, or anything he couldn’t even attempt to influence.
By now he was just following these two men on instinct. All he had done was memorise the shapes of their backs then had…..programmed himself to follow them. Kakusan was usually stereotyped as an Emo Kid. This meant addressed that he was clam and collected most of the time. Then he would have a patch where at anytime his emotion could change from love, hate, disgust and back again.
Only a few people had seen him like that, it was in one of those rages in which he had killed his whole family. The very thought now still brought tears to his eyes.
As his mind drifted across that memory there where sudden splashes of red that flickered against his eyes. “The ghosts of the past still haunt me”. Kakusan remarked to himself.
He watched as the two men went their separate ways. Frowning Kakusan thought it over for a few seconds then made his decision. Before following the one who he thought was most likely to lead him to….this was the part Kakusan hadn’t thought out. Why was he following these men? He had caught them talking about something slightly secretive, but that could range to a whole new branch of things that could be completely mundane and of no interest to Kakusan.
As he followed along behind the man that looked like he had been raised in the sewers and lived there most of the time in addition.
Keeping to the shadows he trailed behind the man Kakusan focused on suppressing the flashes of his past: his bloody past.
Sooner rather than later Kakusan found themselves on the commons. They were going somewhere. But in ‘where’ part of the equation was still a mystery to him.
The sound of ringing bells resonated through out the night air. Someone was coming. The next sound to take effect was that of hooves clinking on the road.
The man in front of him stopped and turned. Obviously this was what he had been expecting. When the man turned all he was confronted with was an old woman who cackled at him in delight. “So you thoughts’ you were all alone eh sonny”
The old lady chuckled at his slightly freaked out expression.
“Where you going to take a small ‘widdle’ honey? Don’t worry I’ll turn my back.
True to her word she turned her back on the exasperated young male who was still wondering how a little old lady like her had snuck up on him. Let alone get out here.
By now Granny turned around, and was peering interestedly at the ground in front of the man. “I didn’t hear anything” She remarked with a wondrous air. At this the man blushed. The old granny just smiled at him. “Looks like they make men much better now” if the man was embarrassed before it was nothing compared to the state of inflammation was now on the verge of glowing.
“Well I suppose I better say goodnight Hon.” She toted away as the sound of the hoof beats resonated in the night air. As soon as the carriage had passed Kakusan and he was out of sight he transformed back into his usual white heard form. Turning he glanced backwards and waited. And waited for the sound of the hoof beats to continue, however this wait was in vain. It was at least half an hour before Kakusan heard anything.
It was the sound of voices whispering in unison. Climbing up from his little resting place Kakusan snuck along the road towards to the voices. When he got within about ten meters of them, he turned right with a silent pivot of his left heel and began to make his way towards the voices again.
This got more and more suspicions by the second. Moving along he caught sight of a rock, placing his foot on it more better leverage he then swung his foot outwards, in short his balance was compromised and he fell rather heavily on the Earth, snapping several twigs on his back.
The voices stopped speaking and there followed a pregnant silence. When the Men and Women spoke again their voices and become lined with sharp edges. These where the voices of killers, people who had long sold their souls to whatever deity they might worship. There was a certain honour in being a Ninja Kakusan supposed, they protected their country and those who they loved. But by the same token some Ninja were the same as these people. “What was that noise?” This ones voice sounded heavy and thick. “If there are…..they won’t be around for long”
In his respite Kakusan felt their footsteps grow closer to his hiding place. A transformation jutsu wouldn’t work, they would see the smoke. So that left…..Focusing on the memory Kakusan conjured up the sound he had heard about two hours ago: the call of a land based bird. It wasn’t a pretty sound, but it was in this area and native to the region. The men, who where only about Six feet away by then relaxed and Kakusan heard the clinking of weapons being sheathed. “Just a bird” One of their number spoke, breaking the silence that had followed.
Their was a grunt of surprise and anger “We’re late..we need to get a move on” Their was a sound of boots and sandals turning on gravel. Then the sound of receding footsteps.
Pushing himself out of his feral position he began to make his way after the renegades. So far this night had turned out to be successful, which gave Kakusan a reason to keep on following them no matter how ludicrous the idea was.
Creeping along on his haunches Kakusan continued to follow. It was quite obvious that Kakusan had lured them into a false sense of comfort. That or they were planning on leaving a trap. This was further evidenced when he found a wire designed to trip people up, at first it looked harmless, but on further examination, Kakusan saw that it was attached to an Exploding Tag. It was further shown that the wire was covered in flammable oil. It wasn’t an expensive sort, nor all that effective by itself. But in this current situation it could be deadly. He walked a little way off them proceeded to throw a rock on top of the tag.
“So much like everything else” Remarked Kakusan to himself, nearly everything could be fatal. Kakusan had learned this as a Ninja, there where tales of Nin who used the element of Dust. While it sounded harmless, with enough force behind anything, the object in question could be fatal.
Now all Kakusan wanted to do was escape from this situation, he wanted to head back to his own house in the country he was in. These people hadn’t done anything to threaten his own country, so why was he following them?
Maybe because Kakusan had a taste for danger that he kept hidden from himself.
Returning to the present Kakusan could hear the sound of bells, and the sound of hoofs on stone. Picking up the pace Kakusan stopped short of the road, it looked like he had gone a bit far. Glancing back down the road he saw a line of carriages. By focusing intently Kakusan could begin to hear what was being said:
“We have -----about—a few days---el” With that said all of the crew that had been trekking through the bushes in front of Kakusan now emerged and swarmed into the carriages. One of them stopped in front of the lead carriage. “The trap we used worked sir, it looks like your instincts were right about us being followed”
“Of course” came the scathing reply “When have I ever been wrong.” The person who had just spoken poked his head out the window. It was the other man who had been the first person Kakusan had followed on this long winded chase.
With a crack of his whip he sent the other man running towards the last carriage.
Once he heard the door slam shut he cracked his whip again, and the horses started trotting down the road.
Waiting until the last carriage had gone by, Kakusan then made his move. Leaping for his position he grabbed onto the rails of the carriage and pulled himself on boarded. Finding himself a comfy spot Kakusan settled down and proceeded to wait out the journey.
As he sat there Kakusan felt a sense of content fall over him. Before he gave himself to the incoming darkness he had the foresight to pull a cover of sorts over him. This would serve to keep him hidden but also warm. With his safeguard of sorts in effect Kakusan let himself drift into the abyss. The only place where he belonged in this world, the abyss was the best place was for him. It was where he had been born, and the place where he had been ‘killed in’. This was Kakusan’s role in the world, a dead man walking among the living. Just as Kakusan felt like he was about to lose himself, he heard the sound of music:

As the song ended so did Kakusan’s will to stay awake, the darkness swallowed him, but Kakusan had now found something he would be content to follow: Music. Some said that music was the pathway to Heaven. Whatever the case was Azien had found something that would give him a reason to exist.
And his dreams never where pleasant:
The moon covered its face in the clouds, as if it was ashamed to see the scene that was now unfolding beneath it. Across the, until now recently lit ground, ran a boy. He was hardly fit for this sort of activity. His body was weak and pathetic, his bones brittle and breakable, his breathing rough and ragged. His face plainly expressed the screaming agony of both his mind and body. Yet he ran without stopping, for the consequences of being caught where far greater than getting away. He might be crippled if he got away, but he would end up far worse then if he was caught by the Beast that rippled across the ground towards him, silvery black in colour. With a face that even Satan would think twice about before even making an attempt to breed it.
This wasn’t a beast that belonged in this world. It had been caught, tamed and now hunted its Master’s prey for them.
It would soon catch the elusive boy who had evaded the beast through a combination of sheer terror, brains and luck.
Perhaps the explosive tags that had been planted across the entrance of cave would have been able to kill it? That idea turned out to be unfortunately false. The explosion and the falling stones gave the boy time to gain distance, but ultimately the Beast worked its way over the mountain and began the tedious game of cat and mouse that had lasted a few minutes but became fruitless as everything else the boy would try.
The first stage of the game comprised of the Boy using the Gear he had with him, he had a back-pack filled with the equipment that had kept him alive. It would serve to do so for a little while longer.
Inside were the utensils of the trade of Ninja, collected from a life-time ago. Using the poisons that he had cultivated himself and the Explosive and Flash Tags, he used them to delay, confuse and injure the Beast.
However he soon began to run low on both energy and supplies. The Beast fed on some source that was invisible the same way it would regenerate the wounds it suffered. The Regeneration would take at least three minutes before it came into effect, healing all the wounds that were present on its body before leaving for another three minutes.
After realizing that this sort of combat would be pointless for he hadn’t the abilities to neither destroy the creature in one shot, nor capture it for long enough to have any effect in the long-term.
So had had now resorted to running, after tossing a at least half of is remaining bombs and flash-bangs at the creature he had then sprinted as fast he could, leaving the creature to it’s howls of agony. He had three minutes from now. He needed to gain as much distance as possible before it was rejuvenated.
He tore of bits of his clothing and scattered them to the wind, he then also made sure to leave obvious tracks before back peddling and then taking a different route. He had lost most of his shirt as he let the tatters float over a small hillock. Climbing it hadn’t been easy on him but he would now have an easier path.
For this tactic to for he was going to undergo an expensive expenditure in Ninja Supplies, namely the fact that he was going to use a fair amount of Steel Wire, a Kunai and the backpack itself. Attaching the Steel Wire to the Kunai, Kira then tossed the Kunai into the distance where it lodged itself into a tree. Yanking the wire twice to test to see if it could take his weight, seeing he could, Kira then proceeded to empty his entire armoury into a trap for the Beast to spring. It consisted of ripping off a piece of his clothing making sure it was saturated with the fruits of his exertions.
Then wrapping it in all of his Explosive and Flash Tags before hiding it inside a pile of bushes, the Beast was surely intelligent. It would know that it’s prey would hide on the bushes. The initial terror that had taken his heart on a wild ride was now replaced with something that in a way was even worse. It was dread. Since Kira’s mind didn’t have any hard facts to work with, his imagination promptly went into overdrive in a attempt to calculate every possible angle the Beast might assault him from. ‘Sometimes being imaginative does have some downsides’ he remarked to himself. Now even the slightest rustling of leaves was enough to make his heart leap into overdrive. It was bad enough that he knew that any attempts he made to kill the Beast would be stupid and as he had noted before, pointless.
Sighing, his turned his beam of attention to climbing further up the tree he had found to be in a suitable position. Making sure that the wire was angled in such away so that the end that was closest to him was higher then the end he had secured to the other tree branch.
Placing the back-pack over the wire with the thickest padding riding at the point where the wire was. He then tested the strength of the line by grasping it with both hands and holding on. His body almost at once began to fail him and his stomach muscles began to cramp up, as a side effect he saw that the wire had began to cut into him through way that his weight had been placed on the wire.
Satisfied that the Wire would support his weight he kicked off from the tree trunk. By grasping onto the bag he managed to travel a small distance before it all started to go wrong.
First his ears picked up the noise that is associated with the even of fabric ripping under pressure. In hindsight Kira now realized that it was stupid to think that the bag would have lasted the entire distance by itself. It hadn’t even been made of anything strong in any case and had been bent out of shape by it’s transformation of purposes, from carrying objects to being turned into a protection for the hands. The leather it had been made out of was stiff and it being bent out of shape had wrecked cracks along it. Thinking back to that night he had been captured he now was sure that if he had walked along that path, he might have made it out of there untouched. Looking at the moon from the bars in his cell, he played the last moments his escapade back to himself.
The leather ripped from the wire, splitting itself roughly in half, the only differences where in relative position to where his centre of gravity. However that remained unimportant to the current case and as it was, Kira was left suspended in the air for a second, hurtling forwards through the branches. Before coming to a sickening crunch against one of the larger tree branches, as the edges of his vision began to swarm with black, much like a thousand flies had suddenly put in an appearance and where determined to cover his vision. As the last part of his vision rippled and eddied he heard a rushing noise in his ear, a metallic taste on his tongue, like someone had poured molten metal into his mouth, his skin felt like it was on fire and somewhere else there where two other distinct noises a dripping noise that seemed to be coming from somewhere near his stomach and a heavy padding. Getting closer and closer. Before Kira’s vision reeled, his eyes swivelled into the back of his head, and he lay unmoving.
Gazing up at the moon, I realize that this will be my last night viewing, I had been given one of the last cells in the Camp. It was called the Ravens-hill Camp, this place where we had been striped of all our identity.
Our hair had been shaven off, it had been a degrading experience. They had been brutal and rough, shoving and making unnecessary mistakes in the process. All of us had small nicks and cuts that where bleeding freely. Even now I could feel some of the blood trickling down my face. It felt like a unwanted itch that I desperately wanted to remove. But that would only reopen the existing cuts. So I daren’t even touch my head, for fear of seeing the crimson liquid again, seeing it creep down my brow, into my eyes and work it’s way across my nose and then drip into my mouth.
My arms are bound, I have no way too wipe it away. All I can do is sit here…and feel it drip.
The days in this cell have blurred together, I’ve heard screams from outside, the sounds of cell doors opening and banging shut. But above all I can always here the sound of the gong ringing against the metal. In a never ending, repetitive rhythm,
At first it had been alright, but by the first few hours it had began too get on my teeth, by now all I can think about is that never ending sound. All I can think about is that noise, it seems too never end, it is always there, it doesn’t seem too leave you or touch you. It’s almost like the sensation that someone is watching me. It almost is exactly like someone is always there looking over my shoulder.

I’ve been selected for one of the experiments, I can here boots ringing on the floor in perfect timing with the drum, and the feeling of being watched intensifies as they draw nearer too my cell.
I glance left and right, looking desperately for a way too escape this prison. There is none, there is only a rat, that scurries away as the sound of boots grows ever closer. I stand a little way back from the cell, rising to my feet, shaking as I do so. I haven’t eaten in a while, almost a day. There is a water basin, from which I drink from but I haven’t been fed yet. I expect that it is a method to break my will. If only they knew that it had been shattered beyond repair already.

The boots stop. A shadow falls across my door and slit of light appears, slowly widening as the door is pushed open. The thought of escape flashes across my mind, but the guards have already got the door open and are walking towards me.
I take a step forward to begin the exit the cell, but before I know it twin black flashes arc towards my head, the two blows deal a tattoo inside my skull driving me too my knees. Either one grabs one of my arms and they drag me out of the cell, making no effort too stop my legs from colliding into the tub of metal in which the door slides in.

As we arrive in the bright sunlight, it pokes through my clamped shut eyelids, branding my eyes like a hot poker, searing through my brain. I can only blink furiously as they continue too pull me over the ground. All around me I can here the sounds of other prisoner being pulled across the ground.
Before I know it I’m falling, my captors have relinquished their grasp on me, and without seeming too care, let me fall to the ground.
I suppose it was about then that I realized that they weren’t ever going too treat us with our full rights. They didn’t think we had any. Too them, we where as bad as scat left by a renegade animal, that the owner has just stepped in, we were dirt too them. We weren’t even properly alive.
Spitting dirt out of my mouth, I stagger upwards. I still feel like I’m being dragged along by them. It feels like the earth is moving beneath my feet, even though I’m no making any motions with my legs.
Around me there are others staggering too their feet, they appear too be in the same condition as me and some are worse. Some don’t have fully functional limbs, they are distorted and some even look painful.
One by one a blacked hooded guard comes out and fetches one of us, the rest stand in a semi-circle, looking around I start too take in my surroundings. I can see a fence a distance away, just from here I can see it will be folly to climb it, it is surrounded with barbs that look sharp enough too cut by lightly feeling one with you finger. Let along climbing on it.
Coming closer in there are black metal bunkers which I’m sure is where we are housed. Then in shorter variety are smaller white buildings. I’m not sure what these are, they seem too have been kept very clean. We were at a large building that stood two stories high, it was a gray lustreless colour and an unworldly aura surrounded it.
The door slamed behind one of the new invitees but before it was closed I could have sworn I heard a scream.
A few minutes later I was grabbed from the crowd and brought inside the building.
Yawning as he looked about, the sun was rising and they continued still on their journey. Whoever was in charge of this operation wasn’t human if he could get through the night without an ounce of sleep.
But there was a reasonable explanation for whoever was in charge of this operation, an invention that had saved Kakusan many a time: Coffee.
Glancing around Kakusan waited until there was suitable cover, but his plans to jump ship then run along the side of the carriages until they reached their destination. Kakusan was sure of this for the reason of what had been spoken last night by the leader of the group, too the other subordinate.
As Kakusan was about to jump he felt the horses slowing down, that made it obvious that they had communicated without speaking. Probably through hand gestures at a wild guess. Before the carriages could stop Kakusan jumped a fair distance out landing around 10m away, he hadn’t been able to chose a perfect landing spot, but had aimed for where there were less trees, which by extension meant less branches on the ground, this meant that it would be harder for anyone who got out of the carriages first wouldn’t hear the snapping of several branches as Kakusan fell onto them.
To now all there was to do was to follow these guys to where ever.

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