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"Of a thousand lives endured, and a thousand names bestowed. I have seen eternity."
基本情報|BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Uchiha Yosamu Nickname: The Night Child, The Redeemer, Dracul Gender: Male Age: 22 Clan: Uchiha
As Yosamu:
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
As Yosamu:
Brought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to some as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
Despite being freed of the curse by Lilith of the Griffin contract, the moniker of Dracul had etched itself so deep into Yosamu's being that it became incorrigible. As such he finds himself being able to switch between Yosamu, The Redeemer and Dracul, The Dragon of the Uchiha.
村の情報|VILLAGE INFOBrought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to some as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
Despite being freed of the curse by Lilith of the Griffin contract, the moniker of Dracul had etched itself so deep into Yosamu's being that it became incorrigible. As such he finds himself being able to switch between Yosamu, The Redeemer and Dracul, The Dragon of the Uchiha.
Village of Birth: 木ノ葉隠れの里, Konohagakure no Sato Village of Alliance: 木ノ葉隠れの里, Konohagakure no Satoランク情報|RANK/CHAKRA INFO
Ninja Rank: Sage (Posts) Specialty: Fūton | Katon | Taijutsu | Sharingan | Kenjutsu Elemental Ninjutsu:(風遁)
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基礎的な情報|BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Chapter I: You Can Only Look Out for You.
The sun was beginning to set a soft, golden euphoric haze on the heroes faces. Those immortalized faces, they only see the horizon, they never looked down to see into the village, to see the sadness that happened behind closed doors. The past Hokages, looking at them Yosamu felt a tinge of jealousy, they were long dead but eternally respected. What would be his fate? He was only a tumbleweed, at the mercy of the current of life, jumping from house to house, shop to shop in a sour attempt at a good meal. He clenched his fists, this was no way an eight year old should be thinking. The sound of pots clanging immediately pulled him out of his philosophic stare, his food was probably ready. He stood at the back of a ramen shop, the owner's wife had favored him and gave him a hot bowl of ramen every evening, they were a bit late today though. Patient, he lurked for hours, waiting.
The sun was beginning to set a soft, golden euphoric haze on the heroes faces. Those immortalized faces, they only see the horizon, they never looked down to see into the village, to see the sadness that happened behind closed doors. The past Hokages, looking at them Yosamu felt a tinge of jealousy, they were long dead but eternally respected. What would be his fate? He was only a tumbleweed, at the mercy of the current of life, jumping from house to house, shop to shop in a sour attempt at a good meal. He clenched his fists, this was no way an eight year old should be thinking. The sound of pots clanging immediately pulled him out of his philosophic stare, his food was probably ready. He stood at the back of a ramen shop, the owner's wife had favored him and gave him a hot bowl of ramen every evening, they were a bit late today though. Patient, he lurked for hours, waiting.
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Fleeing the kitchen with his life
Before he could exhale he found himself on the ground, seeing firebugs with an unearthing pain in his ribs. The man held the clever in his hands tentatively, "Almost got me there, boy." He chuckled. Then his face got dead serious, "Were you trying to kill me?" He asked, face close to Yosamu's. "Hmm? Boy?" His breath stank of sake and some other liquor, he speech was slurred, no doubt on a drunken raid. "Better yet, bring the woman, she spat in my face lets tell her I don't appreciate it." He spat, swinging his arms nonchalantly. A thief dragged her to him, he clenched the clever in his hand. "A feisty one aren't you? Are you mad that I killed your fat husband?" He teased, leaning towards her face. She glowered at him then inhaled deep. Fearing a katon jutsu Yosamu covered his face, but instead of searing red flames and screaming the sound of water hitting skin was unmistakable. She had spat in his face, again. He raised the clever high, his face showed murderous intent. Yosamu got up and ran at his knees from behind, failing miserably. The bandit kicked him in his already broken ribs, he squealed in pain. "Little shit!" He shouted. He turned to the woman and in one quick swing doused the kindest flame Yosamu ever met. The blood flew all over his clothes and face. Eyes wide in pain and shock.
He threw the clever aside, "Ok boys, take everything we're going" he ordered. The second bandit released the headless woman and finished stuffing dumplings into his mouth and bag. "But what about the kid, Kanji?" He looked at the crying Yosamu. "Hmm, with those shiny eyes and hungry cries we'll leave him." Kanji replied.
He placed a hot dumpling into Yosamu's hand. "I see me in you, boy. And my life wasn't pretty, you see life is one fat pig, with all the wealth in the world. But life is a mean bastard, he doesn't give things away for free, you have to reach out and take it. Because after all, you can only look out for you." He said picking up his filled sack and exiting through the way he came.
As he left Yosamu stared at the head, it showed the face of remorse, had she regretted her final act? Instead of compassion he felt hunger, and immediately chowed the dumpling in his hand. It was hard to believe he always had this much selfishness in him...
Chapter II: I Will Never Catch Up to Him.
After a few years mastery the life of thievery, taking from the fat pig called life Yosamu became a shadow. A slick being, stealing became his god, his only means of nourishment. As he grew he became more and more warped by the evil that lurked in Konoha's alleys. But one day, a famous Uchiha approached him, the great Erodou Uchiha. He said Yosamu was an Uchiha and it was time to chose his rightful path. He laughed him to scorn, such as a scoundrel as himself could never be of such an outspoken bloodline! But his crimson eyes had always been his greatest mystery, he followed the politician to the Uchiha quarters.
After a few years mastery the life of thievery, taking from the fat pig called life Yosamu became a shadow. A slick being, stealing became his god, his only means of nourishment. As he grew he became more and more warped by the evil that lurked in Konoha's alleys. But one day, a famous Uchiha approached him, the great Erodou Uchiha. He said Yosamu was an Uchiha and it was time to chose his rightful path. He laughed him to scorn, such as a scoundrel as himself could never be of such an outspoken bloodline! But his crimson eyes had always been his greatest mystery, he followed the politician to the Uchiha quarters.
Yosamu shaked his head, "No, I've been here all my life, I've never heard of him!" He shouted, denying the revelation. The
"Oh but he was, his name was Myōken, or so I've heard." The Uchiha elder said. His mind distant on something.
"So what happened to him? Is he still in Konoha?!" Yosamu asked, eager.
"Hmm? No, our Hokage shunned him, no one knows for what. But we couldn't defend him as we didn't know if he was in fact an Uchiha."
"What? Where did he go?!"
"A colleague of mine said he went north towards to Iwagakure, but reliable sources say he went south west, towards Sunagakure." He replied.
"I must go, he must have so many answers..."
"He left two years ago, Yosamu. He might probably be even dead now, the deserts surrounding Suna are extremely harsh."
"Oh. In that case, I will never catch up to him..." He felt depressed, the only one who could know about him, was now a dead rounin. "No, he's not dead, I'll find him!"
"Are you mad? You can't possibly chase after him, and besides, we have matters to discuss pertaining to your father's legacy."
I don't care about legacy, I'm leaving."
The elder looked at him, his peculiar eyes were mesmerizing, yet filled with anger, hate, and determination. He couldn't help but succumb to persistent aura of the young flame. "Fine, but here, take this. It was your father's sword, I hope you find your brother. And when you do, return to Konoha young one, take your rightful place in the history of the Uchiha."
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Konohagakure no Sato
❝This business of burning human beings with fire, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of people nomally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love. Only through idealism, and the inner desire for coherence, for peace.❞
Chapter III: The Loss of One, Is the Gain of Another.
At just the age of 19 Yosamu expressed exquisite chakra control and skill in elemental and straight ninjutsu, especially Fuuton. He had an IQ of over 130 and was the second best Mahjong player in the village next to Emperor. He was also very versatile with the sword, having mastered Kenjutsu before all over training and it being his primary zeal. Showing these great traits Yosamu quickly climbed the ladder rungs in his village and before long was appointed the official spot of Head Tactician. He became the youngest and first ever S-Class official in not only Sunagakure but ever recorded across the other villages. Loved by his peers Yosamu grew to acknowledge friendship..
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The deserts of Sunagakure
Chapter IV: Power Isn't Everything.
After gaining new abilities and training Yosamu felt the urge of his blade. He felt he was obligated to unlock the powers of Iado most shinobi dared not to tread. Although being a shinobi himself he was not able to fully master it. But, with the help of a very kind- and patient Samurai named Enji, he learned the calm and fluid side of his blade. He spent long days simply swinging at the air, and short nights sleeping. Then repeated for months. Soon after, he gained the moniker 'The Samunobi' from his samurai friends and his village mates when he returned. He gained a new respect for samurai and as such practiced his Kenjutsu in a completely unorthodox form, one more resembling that of a samurai.
He remembered after a long day of training with Enji the sun was setting he asked the old man, "You have me swing at bamboo with such petty I will never cut even a leaf."
The old man smiled, and packed his pipe with more tobacco. After a long pause and gaze at the stars he allowed his exhalation of smoke to cloud his face as he spoke.
"Power isn't always everything, shinobi. A timid swing is just as strong as an enraged one.."
This puzzled Yosamu greatly, how does that make sense?! He asked himself. But after 4 months of slow, deliberate training Enji brought him to a pastor, and showed him a ferocious bull which terrorized the other cattle. It was a wild one- with it's horns dangerously out of shape.
"This beast, plagues my pastures- kill it with a single blow and your training will be complete." Enji said.
Yosamu began forming a few hand seals only to have his hand seized by the samurai. He was smiling cunningly, "Without that wretched ninjutsu of course!"
He sighed openly but as he neared the creature his frustration soon turned into fear. The beast stared at him with the rage of a thousand mad men in it's eyes. The sudden pang washed over him, and he tasted a metallic taste in his mouth. The beast charged at him, the ground and vegetation tearing from the ground in it's wake. He pulled his blade, 'Itsuki' and held it vertical before himself.
"Time it properly, boy!" He heard his teacher yell from the comfort of the hill.
As the mad beast ripped the earth in its rage and desperation to reach Yosamu he closed his eyes, as he learned in training, and focused on the footsteps of the beast, it's exhalation, the way it's feet touched the ground. He was able to deduce the perfect amount of power needed to neutralize it. With a single lateral swing Yosamu's body shook as the wild beast blazed beside him to land on it's side. The entire right side of it's head severed precisely. He shuddered to believe he held that much power in his blade. The bull was eradicated both quickly and mercifully.
"You remember that night I told you power wasn't everything boy?" The old samurai grinned and heartily slammed his crusty palm between Yosamu's shoulder blades.
But he was still frozen in the same position, now crimson blade gleaming in the very same position it swung. He never knew he was capable...
By the time he returned to his village he was a new man..
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The hunt for the menacing beast.
Chapter V: The Might of A King.
From Sunagakure, after hearing word his brother had long left the village Yosamu turned to the next established nation, Amegakure, the village hidden in rain. A very stranger hostile place, he experienced the solitary life yet again. But not for long, soon the Amekage grew to recognize him not just for his special blood line but for what he held in his heart, utmost loyalty and devotion. A slow initiation ensued, he earned a few comrades but midst it all, his brother was still nowhere to be found. Desperate for clues Yosamu had ventured to the Ancarth Islands in search the most powerful sensory shinobi in the world, seeking help to track his kin. On his stay there he saw the ill treatment of a nation. And being the defender of the weak person he was he was inclined to change that. Of course the previous Lord didn't like the idea of an outsider breeding hope for his distraught subjects.
Denovir then arranged, a meeting with the young Uchiha. To discuss ways he could help the nation, with his ideas. But it was in fact an ambush, set to destroy the teen before he could reach Whiterun, where the Lord resides. But what he and his men didn't know was that Yosamu was very in tune with his clan's technique and soon discovered the men, waiting in nearby bushes. It was a quick and fiery death for them along the lonely dusty road, with his eyes, his blade, and his mastery of Futon Yosamu laid waste to all 56 men in no time. Only a few died however, Yosamu then used the ocular skills of his Sharingan to hypnotize the rest and have them carry one of their own comrades into Whiterun under the premise that it was in fact the young shinobi, obliviously slaughtered on the road. -insert name here- was pleased with his success, and even ordered a public burning of the body in the town square, where he bragged of his power, influence and wit. Unaware that it wasn't truly him, the Lord toasted with his harlots and threw ryo coins at the poverty ridden onlookers.
"This isn't the end..."
By this time Yosamu had already removed his impostor gear and had positioned himself behind the mad Lord. The onlookers, and the harem that stood around Denovir didn't even protested, they kept their mouths shut. Even when he channeled Raiton into his blade and walked ever so slowly, and deliberately towards the man they remained motionless- like statues, bracing for the life changing moment to happen. And so it did. Just as he took a swig of yet another jar of sake Yosamu's blade eased its way through his back, to exit at his sternum, its finish stained by the corrupt blood. But as he was merciless, so was he merciful, the numbing of the Raiton took the pain away, and looking into the eyes of his successor Denovir slowly left this world, wondering where the pain was and what was this feeling gripping his entire body.
As Yosamu removed the blade he whispered to the man he once hated; "This isn't the end Enryn, this is only another bridge you have to cross." With that the man's huge body tumbled to the wooden platform then rolled off into the gasping crowd. By the time the Kings' Guard soldiers arrived Yosamu hadn't even moved. Instead he stared at the people present, into their very souls. They didn't protest, instead one by one they each folded at the knee and bowed to him. The reign of a tyrant was over, and it was all thanks to him.
Chapter VI: The Descent to Darkness, A Tragic Hero.
Many years had passed, the blood and toil of battle had taken its toll on the once young Yosamu. Tattered and wary, he would still insist on protecting his people wave after wave. Eventually he was maimed on the battlefield and left at the mercy of a barbarian. Helpless and afraid, Yosamu pleaded for his life but it wasn't to be heard by his cruel victor. His voice was heard though, by the great Sage Bat named Nocturne. She was said to be one of the primordial beings to inhabit the land, long before mankind, her wisdom and age yet to be matched by anything living or dead. She heard his pledge for power in exchange for his soul, and she answered. Immediately a darkness rolled across the land so thick and great it held physical substance, seeing his enemies writhe about in this infinite nothingness until they were strangled where they stood. Yosamu, unaffected by this sinister darkness, stood up to experience an epiphany as the Bat Sage made her appearance known to him. Her chakra was unimaginably dense, and her voice seemed to ring through his very bones shaking his essence.
"What do you seek, mortal?" Her ominous, bodiless voice rang out.
"Please...give me....the power to protect...." Yosamu helplessly breathed.
"Oh? A moment ago it was victory, whatever happened to that?" Her voiced obviously mocked him.
"My life is worth more than winning.." he whispered as he fell to his knees
"Then I'll give you both! After this pact you will lose all you love, all you've cared about. The people who once looked up to you with inspiration will now look down with disdain. All that you own...is now mine... and you'll be re-birthed a new child... as Dracula the Fiend!"
Nocturne makes her presence known.
So said so done a pain rang out on his neck as Nocturne bestowed upon him the Bat contract- and also his curse. Yosamu's handsome, young features were distorted to relay the creature he had now become. His hair, no longer short ran down his back and his face, smooth and perky became hard and defined like granite rock. His eyes were crimson before but now held the bloodthirsty gaze of a feral creature. By the tine the darkness had lifted itself from the land Yosamu emerged from the rubble and bodies a new man, a new being. All that he knew and loved were indeed gone, for what? For power. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world but lose his own soul?
Reborn as Dracula.
With an insatiable thirst for death and destruction 'Dracula' wandered his own lands, the ones he swore to protect but instead of lonely vigil he slaughtered and destroyed all he came across- man, woman and child alike. This went for years, he was named the Butcher of Ancarth, and was often debated as man or beast among the scholars. What they didn't know was that he was both. Finally, at a crossroad with himself Yosamu encountered his old Kenjutsu mentor, Enji who recognized him right away. Called him "Yosamu" and claimed to have known him in his younger days. Foolish old man. Alucard slaughtered him too and placed his head atop the tallest tower, how dare he claim to be of acquaintance, a mere mortal like him. But his blade, Itsuki, which was given to him by the Uchiha officials before he left Konoha which was also named after his father, was laid down ever so gracefully inside the blood splattered dojo. It was as if Enji was waiting for him to return. He took the blade, and melted it, destroying the prideful Uchiha symbol and dragon engraved finish to forge his own blade from its tempered steel; the Doujikiri Yasutsuna. Through melting this blade, Alucard gained a piece of his memory back about his Uchiha lineage, the whole reason why he had set out in the first place, to find his brother Myoken. He had lost his way, whatever happened to his innocent claim to brotherhood? His peaceful mind that didn't sing of chaos and discord? Yosamu wept that night in the empty dojo, he wept for the one soul that he would miss, the humanity he had lost.
Chapter VII: Advent of a Strange World.
By the time Yosamu returned to the Ninja World much had transgressed, the Land of Wind was no longer held by Albel, Konoha no longer by Hashirama, and the world he had left behind had suddenly grown and blossomed. Yet he embraced it, through meditation he learned to control his inner fury, and he attempted to understand the bountiful notions that had sprouted in his absence. But with no avail, Nocturne rode his consciousness like the plague through a tattered town. It was impossible to keep sane, with such a great and ancient evil inside your mind. She had him plow through villages, towns, settlements, farms, everything. All in the glory of her name. Once again, he threatened to plunge into darkness. But holding on to the Yasutsuna, and all that he remembers of himself he fled to the Land of Mountains, to live in solace from the world, to protect the world. She tormented him, forced him to return to the populated lands, but he held his grounds among the caves and wilderness. Before long, he could no longer hear her piercing voice in his head. It appeared she had given up.
The desolate Land of Mountains.
But he stayed there a few more years, knowing how crafty the fiend could be. But she never returned. Astonished as well as disappointed, the force that had plagued him yet kept him alive was no more, he was suddenly naked. He pushed on, through the mountains and came back the old world once again, but ever wary of her return. During his time truly alone and locked away from the world Yosmau forged yet another blade, to instill the darkness that was within his soul, the Crissaegrim, which means "Blessed Wind", and also a mountain range, based on his time in the treacherous valleys. This way, with both the Crissaegrim and the Yasutsuna, Yosamu was able to cling to his past self as well as embrace the terror he had become. This gave him a split personality, arguable a form of dementia due to so many years of solace, without hearing or seeing another human being and alone with one's thoughts.
By the time Yosamu sourced the courage and strength to venture out on his own again he was merely a husk of his former self, having feeding on rats and birds of the valleys he was weakened and severely malnourished. Nevertheless he pressed on, defiant of asking Nocturne for help. Even when the buzzards circled over his head threaten to start their feast even before he died. His crimson eyes remained strong and so did his will power. Before long he wandered into a strange village, one that he hadn't known even before he fled the Ninja World. This village was the peculiar Kirigakure.
Yosamu, weakened and severely malnourished.
Chapter IIX: The Bloody Mist, Kirigakure no Sato.
Upon discovering the village hidden within the mist Yosamu was promptly met by the village borderland guards Hana and Yusei. They threatened to end him there for trespassing, but upon looking into his eyes they saw that there was nothing more he would welcome with open arms than a true death. His sorrow and ill fortune evident on his face and body they took him into Kirigakure, although wary of the exquisitely forged blades he held.
Kirigakure no Sato, a new home.
The Mizukage, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne saw the potential he held as not just a warrior but an Uchiha. One especially molded in such darkness his abilities would be surely useful for the village's military status. However, Yosamu agreed to join the village under one condition, should a time come when his services were no longer needed Diarmund himself was to grant him a beautiful death. And of course, Dairmund agreed and so began his nursing back to health as well as a continuation in his training, which he promptly completed. He later met the other members such as Tobirama, Regent, Mangetsu, Annabel, Talos, Crowley, Kakuzu, and Kara. The other members he either didn't take the time to notice or was unable to appreciate. This was because his social skills had plummeted due to his prolonged years of solidarity, neither does he yearn to be friendly again. Because if he should be possessed by Nocturne again that would just be more heart ache in the aftermath. His bloody and feral past he kept a secret from this, based on this fear alone. As such he was deemed a shadowy figure only appearing about when he's needed and always conversing with his beloved bats.
However, on one of the few nights Yosamu managed to gain the mercy of sleep he had a dream about a lone woman, lost in the chaos of infinite darkness. She was scared, and fearful in her steps as she ran in every direction, desperate to escape her prison. Then, from the darkness a great beast emerged easily towering over here in size, its breath blowing her hair from her face. She stared defiantly into its blank, white eyes, even with the rest of its body hidden in darkness. For what seemed hours they both stared into each other's souls, while Yosamu being somewhere off in the distance stared intently.
Then suddenly, the beast gobbled her up, before she could even muster as much as a scream she was ended. Her radiant white light ousted and replaced by the crimson essence that ran through her veins. The beast made sure every last bit of her was finished as it sat there and finished its meal. Then suddenly, and impossibly fast, its head snapped in Yosamu's direction, its white eyes two dots in the blackness. And for the first time in years, he felt what absolute fear was like again. The creature tumbled towards him, knocking unseen obstacles out the way while he felt his body restricted, unable to flee this terrifying monster. As it rared over him as it did the woman its breath stank of rotten meat and blood. Its voice pierced his skull, it was a voice all too familiar. The pitch, the condescending tone, the ancient articulation, it was Nocturne in her truest form.
"Did you really think I'd leave you alone, Dracul?" she breathed, her breath running down his very spine.
He was lost for words, shock had him speechless. To that she simply opened her jaws wide, easily blocking all he could see, feel, and hear. And she swallowed him. As he tumbled into nowhere he heard her voice in his head, "there is no escape from me...none whatsoever..."
"There is no escape from me.;;"
Chapter IX: Into the Nether.
❝...As winter takes me now...❞
His fits of rage and bloodlust were never to be with an end. No matter the precaution, no matter the forewarning, the foul demon Nocturne held his consciousness in the vice of fear. And so he came to his last and only resort; confront the beast, "destroy what destroys you". On this premise Yosamu left Kirigakure on what appeared to be a personal mission, to the Land of Darkness where the fiend thrived eternal.
The Land of Darkness was one often perceived as a mythical place, heard only by word of mouth and dodgy literature. And so it took the Uchiha almost five months of nonstop toil. Eventually he ended up in a place just south of Konohogakure, buried almost four kilometers underground. This place quickly became the epitome of darkness. A cave with no light whatsoever penetrating its interior. But he had his beloved bats who could traverse such terrains with their unique echolocation. They angled the darkness with stunning aptness.
He came into a clearing washed with an eerie blue light that fell from a twisted metal platform hovering just a few meters above ground--held aloft by nothing but thin air. Once he ascended this platform he was greeted with a mirror standing tall by ten feet but only wide by three feet. Its edges were ornamented with elaborately twisted brown meta, looking a lot like brass, which were corroded by what seemed eons of exposure. The most frightening aspect to this ornament however, was its surface which was alive. It was constantly undulating and churning within its confines. The closer Yosamu pulled the more erratic the surface became. It longed for him and shiny infant fingers reached out to touch his clothes. He knew just what it was: the Mirror of Fate made from the depths of the Land of Iron. It was said to be laden with the chakra of all who worshiped it--and died in the second Ninja War. The spirits within its surface screamed, cried, bellowed, and wept. All in unison. The stories go on about how one could see his future by looking into and understanding what the spirits say. But everyone wants to know their future, until they know their future.
❝...Of cold and clammy skin...❞
The air around the platform smelt of burnt wood and soot but Yosamu trudged on. If he was headed into Hell he wouldn't have noticed, living with Nocturne within his mind was the worst thing he could fathom. As soon as he drew near the mirror reached out, and swallowed him whole. He descended into a grim, narrow tunnel filled with the voices of the ill-fated. He tried closing his eyes but the voices were so loud, so close that he could feel them shaking his very bones. They screamed of murder, pain, deceit--and Hell.
The journey ended quite abruptly and Yosamu felt his knees buckle under the fall. When he retrieved his footing and surveyed this Newfoundland he was stunned discover an entire city behind the mirror. Tall, bent towers stretched into nowhere as chains the size of oak tree trunks held them captive to the ground. Their crows held sharp sculptures of metal that looked sharp enough to impale any and everything that could fall onto them. The city was devoid of life even in the simplest form. The only source of light came from a purple shinning moon in the far beyond.
A fog thick enough to obscure his vision meandered the towers and rested on the dead city. It seemed to brush at his face and hair as he sought a way out. Everywhere smelt of dried blood and rust and cruel blades of metal jutting from random angles gave him more cuts than he could count.
All the roads twisted and broke apart but pointed to one direction; a massive tower towards the back of the city. Standing taller than the rest, all the chains that connected the other buildings found refuge within the huge holes in its structure. It appeared to be the sole tower charged with restraining the others. Yosamu hastened his journey toward this tower under the gut feeling that Nocturne slept within it. He took one of the giant chains as a pathway into the king tower and used his superior speed (Tai specialism) to do so quickly. As he looked beyond the chain he could see the liquid fires of hell; globules of magma popped and boiled on the surface with spurts reaching high enough to scorch the chain he walked on. He knew then that one wrong step would leave him an end filled with agony. Because of this fear he prayed to all the Gods that he wouldn't.
❝...A barren empty womb, as I am born again...❞
At the end of the chain and horrifying view of death Yosamu found himself in the glory of a hallway with tiles smoothed with gems of all natures and purity. Along the sides lined carved statues serving as columns. The poor lighting made it hard to discern these sculptures but he knew they stood at least twenty feet tall. The hallway suddenly became fit for a giant more than a man. He began imagining Nocturne's true form and size. The ceiling stretched hundreds of meters and the spatial area was that of a small town. Yosamu felt like a mere tick lost within an infinite meadow. Only when he came to the mighty door were there was sufficient lightning did he see that the statues were angels. One winged angels. Tears of molten brass snaked from their eyeless sockets and snaked along their perfectly formed bodies. Yosamu thought he heard whimpering and quickly fled the hall.
❝...Its pulling at my hair, and clawing all within...❞
He pushed the giant doors with all his might and a slice of light pierced his eyes so bright he had to clamp them shut. When he opened them again he found himself gawking at the even more gigantic interior. The floor was spotless and reflected the arched ceiling which was punctuated with motes of blue fuzzy light. It felt like staring up at the heavens on a clear night. Brass sculptures grew and twisted along the walls like waves of an ocean. They appeared to have been molded in liquid form and left to harden with time. However, Yosamu had little time to behold the gothic beauty of the place, he was here to rid himself of a decade's curse. He had to constantly remind himself of this. At the end of the room was another door, one much more grand than the first. He pushed through to find himself in the hall of a castle.
❝...A gentle beating heart, is swept away by sin...❞
But there wasn't a soul inside. The halls appeared to be lifetimes old yet showed no sign of life. It remain untouched because of this, by nature and man. Soon he came to a glowing blue circle in the courtyard where statues of women knelt in perpetual prayer. As he neared he could see they prayed to an emblem on the ground, an emblem of a wingless dragon that appeared to be writhing in a circle and gnawing at its own tail. Around it was a loud of winged creatures mimicking its motion. Yosamu recognized them immediately as bats. It was the Temple of Nocturne after all. He bit his own wrist and allowed the blood to trickle onto the emblem. The statues broke their eternal rites and beheld him with eyes that cried liquid brass.
"Behold! A Child of Darkness approaches!" they shouted in unison.
A voice echoed from within the building after, hollow and sinister. He knew all too well who it belonged to, and he braced himself.
"You have come to my abode, Uchiha. My child."
"I'm here to settle a score with you, demon," he replied, refusing to replicate the affectionate tone she had addressed him in.
She laughed, a cold and ghastly sound left the statues' throats. "I'm lifetimes ahead of you, Uchiha. Why would you punish yourself like this?"
"Enough talk!" Yosamu breathed as he shattered the statues with a wave of chakra from his body.
The huge seal began churning within the ground. The wingless dragon suddenly became animated and wriggled about in its two-dimensional prison. It then began rising while a circular roof opened above him. The harsh but beautiful light of a purple moon spilled through the opening in the ceiling and shone all around him like a spotlight. He activated his Sharingan as the roof came closer and closer. He was ready.
He was born ready.
"I know why you've come, my child..." came a voice from the darkness.
A shape detached itself from the shadows and Yosamu laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. A slender figure with long black hair and a beautifully rounded face. Shinning red eyes and lips gave the air of unearthly glamour. She wore a robe which was lazily strewn around her voluptuous curves. It threatened to fall from her entirely and reveal all what sauntered beneath. Yosamu struggled to ignore this obvious distraction. She saw this, his weakness, and smiled tentatively.
"For I was once human like you: fragile and mortal."
In a heartbeat she was behind him, after disappearing in a cloud of bats. She had her lithe fingers tracing his back and chest as her cool face and breath brushed the side of his face.
"I can give you my strength, Yosamu..."
She rubbed her face onto his, with the affection of a predator playing with its prey. Yosamu broke free from her alluring clutches and distanced himself in a single leap.
"You know why I'm here. And it's not to strike any more deals. I will not change my mind," he said as he came to rest.
"I wasn't trying to change your mind, I was merely trying to see what you held within that fragile, pure heart."
"I'm no longer pure. You've corrupted me! Cursed me!"
She feigned surprise, "But you asked for it, did you not?"
"Not from a demon," he replied coldly.
She twisted a lock of shiny hair between her fingers. "But not from an angel either."
Yosamu drew the Crissaegrim from his cloak and watched as its shiny metal reflected the moonlight. "I'm here to rid myself of you and your curse. I've suffered enough."
"You know the Old Laws, Uchiha. To get you must give. And to take you must provide."
"Haven't I given enough?"
"And have you gotten enough?" she asked with a coy smile.
Yosamu couldn't answer this. That was all she needed to see on his face; contemplation. Her once tentative smile suddenly curled all the way past her cheeks and ended at her ears as her face was split horizontally in two. From the gaping wound came came a black, squirming mass that shot meters high before splattering on the ground before his feet. The husk of the beautiful woman he just saw fell to the ground with a sickly leathery thud. Old skin. The black soup wriggled and squirmed until it slowly assumed form. From the mass came a towering figure that easily dwarfed the Uchiha. A pair of crimson eyes opened and looked down on him with the scornful stare of a God. Yosamu stared at this Nocturne's true form; a grotesque beast standing on four, stubby legs while a feminine, humanoid torso with two long arms stood upright. The stomach turned out to be a giant mouth with the lower jaw stretching all the way up to the torso's chest. Talons as long as kunai sprang from the arms in the place of fingers and six wings unfolded from behind with a myriad of eyes. They all looked down on Yosamu with scorn and contempt.
❝...Picking up speed as the drugs overtake my brain...❞
Yosamu didn't wait to think, he lunged at the beast and the two tumbled about the roof in a deadly ball of sword slashes and clawed swipes. Grunts and snarls filled the empty place.
In the end the Crissaegrim became lodged into her chest while one her kunai talons jutted from his thigh. The two were spent; sprawled across the floor, mere feet apart.
"You've grown very strong, Yosamu," Nocturne managed between her heavy breathing. "I'm impressed."
Yosamu pulled his second saber, the Doujikiri Yasutsuna and stabbed it into the ground to balance himself as he stood. He planned to ram the blade straight through her and end his lifetime's curse.
As he crawled near her massive form the roof began trembling, the entire city began to tremble. Suddenly, the towers and roads became alive. Before long the short tremor became catastrophic and the ground bent and broke in joints to reveal the molten earth below.
A creature, more massive than he'd ever seen, rose from the magma with a deep and sonorous wail. The hot meta solid magma seared away at its flesh as it rose, and the creature flashed the red-black magma everywhere in a bid to bring comfort to itself. When Yosamu turned back around Nocturne was gone.
The roof suddenly became undone and began falling in huge chunks of ancient concrete. Had it not been for his Kekkei Genkai he would have fallen to a certain death, but he nimbly dodged the falling boulders and made his way to safety. Despite having a seven inch talon protruding from his leg.
The massive creature flew past and he jumped at it and latched on to its side, escaping the metal spikes of the lower towers. It rose indefinitely, flying towards the super moon, with no wings.
❝...You howl like a wolf like the sun in my heart...❞
"Behold, my Leviathan," said a voice as soon as he climbed onto the 'surface' of it body.
Nocturne stood atop a shattered pillar in the distance. Her four pudgy feet struggled to find good footing. A layer of webbing covered Yosamu's hand and he attached the Yasutsuna to a strand while he swung the blade in wide circles. He then shot the sword forward with the speed of a loosened arrow. Instead of tumbling to the ground like he had imagined, her six wings flapped with grace, pushing a wave of dust far across the place as she took flight. But he was prepared for this, and yanked the web in a sharp motion to bring the blade into her back and slicing her wings clean off. Before she could fall however, Yosamu used his signature technique 'Pale Doppelganger' and dashed forward to her falling body while he retracted the blade via his webbed tether. As he closed the distance he drove the blade into her neck, pinning her to the shattered pillar. A replica of wind sprang from his body afterward and eroded the pillar into dust within seconds.
❝...Howling for love, howling for a brand new start...❞
In the aftermath she was left upright only by Yosamu's strength as she dangled from the Yasutsuna.
"Enough games Nocturne, remove the curse," he snarled.
She smiled, and black liquid poured from her lips. "Now that I'm dead you'll never be rid of my curse, my child...my love," she whispered as she rubbed the back of her hand across his face as tenderly as she could.
Yosamu grimaced at the fact that he would stay as Dracula eternal. Her slender arm broke into dust and her body followed. The Crissaegrim fell to the ground. A wing fluttered beside him, it was her wing. On it were four eyes slowly closing, they looked at him with fear and hope at the same time. He grabbed the wing and it immediately transformed into a cloak, like the one Nocturne wore in her human form. He wrapped it around himself and named it The Shroud of Darkness.
With its master gone, the Leviathan released a saddened wail and then began descending back into the cruel city. But not before Yosamu realized what the moon truly was. He leaped from the creature and found himself face to face with the Mirror of Fate itself. It reached out and pulled him through without hesitation.
Suddenly he found himself standing back on the twisted platform, staring into the mirror. He jolted back with fright. It was all an illusion. The mirror had shown him his fate, his future. And it was one filled with eternal suffering.
Something draped at his ankles. He looked and saw that he wore the Shroud of Darkness still. But that couldn't be possible, he's yet to kill Nocturne and obtain it. He looked at the mirror one last time and realized: it didn't just show you your fate. It allowed you to branch into alternate realities and achieve alternate endings.
Now that he knew the fate of one of his universes Yosamu turned around and went back the way he came. He had just the idea on how to rid himself of Nocturne's curse.
❝...Falling out and falling down, this lone wolf can't survive in this lonely town...❞
The solution to his problem was obvious: he had to sever his connection with the Bat Sage. There were other ways to remove a curse. He took a short journey from the Land of Darkness north into Konohagakure, the village where he was born, and where his bloodline came from. The previous Hokage, Hashirama, had passed away during all the time he spent away. The Hokage was now a woman named Arturia, The King of Knights. Once inside the village he asked around for the legendary Griffin Lilith, who was fabled to be as old--if not older than Nocturne herself.
It also just so happened that Arturia was the holder of the Griffin contract, and not only would Yosamu have to prove his worthiness to her and Konoha, but also to Hono, the Griffin Emperor.
"Why should we help you who have made a pact with The Great Darkness?" Hono asked, his voice impartial and laced with authority.
"Because I've recognized my fatal error. I wish to be cleansed of this my greatest sin. I wish to be human again."
"You made your decision without thought of consequence?" Arturia asked him, she found such a notion impractical as she was a very pragmatic person.
"I had no choice. My people were dying. I only sought to save them," Yosamu said softly, "I'd trade the world to see them live free."
This pierced Hono's hardened heart, and also Arturia's. She too was very chivalrous, she too would do anything for her village.
"Now I understand. You gave all you had for your people. You gave your soul."
She turned to Hono who stood well taller, "I think he is worthy of our aid, Hono."
He grunted, the sign of his approval, and summoned Lilith, one of the few Griffins who could even come close to his age.
"Hono-san, you summoned?"
"The Uchiha you see here requires our aid. He has been touched by The Great Darkness."
Lilith's normally cheerful face grimaced. "The Great Darkness still lives?"
He nodded. "We must rid this poor soul of its curse."
"Then we will vanquish this evil at once!" Her wings fluttered and the wind barrier that surrounded them bellowed throughout the room, she was evidently upset by this the survival of her mortal enemy.
"Rightly so," Arturia spoke. She held Yosamu's chin with an armor clad finger and placed a Konoha headband on his forehead. "Fear no more, Uchiha. You are where you belong now."
"I'm forever in your debt, Hokage," he replied humbly.
"And in that meantime, Lilith, you will accompany him into the Land of Darkness. And you will slay The Great Evil once and for all."
She bowed. "Yes, Hono-san." Then she looked at Yosamu and, without warning, bit him in the neck.
"Arghh!!"
The blood gushed to the ceiling and by the time she retracted her beak he had a gaping wound where his Bat summoning tattoo had been. Immediately as the mark was removed he began feeling lightened, a change came instantly within his body. His Dracula look and mentality was being evaporated. He felt young again, like himself.
"As I suspected," Lilith spat the cursed blood from her mouth with scorn. "The Great Darkness had branded you with a transformation technique to keep you enthralled, that wretched witch!"
His normal, youthful body fell to its knees. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "It was all...and illusion..." he whispered.
She returned to his neck after, but more gently this time, and breathed the summoning tattoo of the Griffins on his neck. The warmness of her breath seemed to permeate his very soul. He became filled with a flaming feeling.
"Although, the corruption she placed on your mind is incorrigible. But you will keep this with you for the rest of your life to know what The Great Evil did to you, and you will use it as fuel for your rage when you kill her."
"My rage will be more than enough. It's time to end this once and for all," he replied.
"This sorcery is what she uses to hide herself," Lilith said when she saw the Mirror of Fate. With a powerful swipe of her claws Lilith destroyed the object. Souls cried gratitude in unison as they fled their timeless prison to find rest.
As the Mirror fell away into a million pieces a hole formed itself and the true Temple Of Nocturne became visible. Unlike when he looked into the Mirror, the true Temple was nothing short of a mess. Instead of massive towers that stretched into the sky there was nothing but rubble and destruction lying all around. Bodies and skeletons littered the ground for miles in every direction. This was the true face of Nocturne, and Yosamu was sickened by it.
Lilith turned to Yosamu one last time, "Are you ready?"
"Since the day I was cursed," he replied.
The two dove into this hole--and into the lair of The Great Darkness.
❝...Running into the night, the earth is shaking and I see a light...❞
Unlike the first time, Yosamu didn't have to journey long before Nocturne appeared, in her true and terrible form. She was very displeased with Yosamu for abandoning her summoning seal. She could no longer feel his mind.
"You left my protection. For her's?" There was no mistaking the scorn in her voice. "That creature?"
"He left the Darkness for Light, Nocturne. Your reign has finally come to an end, I'll do what I should have done centuries ago."
"Oh? And what is that?"
"Destroy you completely," Yosamu finished.
Nocturne's wings twitched at the statement. The eyes in them narrowed to look at Yosamu and Lilith.
"You think...you can destroy me?"
"I've done it once, I'll do it again."
"Don't make me laugh, Yosamu. The Mirror's illusion was mere trickery. Our powers are nowhere near equal. You will die here, in this timeless land."
His Sharingan activated passively and Lilith shot forward with blinding speed. The time for talk was long past.
In a blur Lilith appeared behind Nocturne. A slithering tail sprang from behind the Bat Sage and shot for the Griffin--but it was too fast, and the tail collided with the various dilapidated structures that littered the battleground. This was a distraction also, and Yosamu capitalized on this by advancing on Nocturne in a single step.
He flung the Crissaegrim at her humanoid torso while Lilith, who was now above them, initiated one of the most powerful wind technique Yosamu had ever devised: the Aeon Gate. With it she created a green portal just inches before Nocturne's surprised face. The Crissaegrim passed through unharmed, and Nocturne slapped it away with a swipe of her vicious claws. The blade clattered away into the infinite skeleton filled landscape.
"Such a petty tactic, I expected nothing less from you Lilith--" her cocky comment suddenly fell short. A trail of blood trickled from her lips. It felt like Deja Vu to Yosamu.
Protruding from her chest was a perfectly shaped replica of his Crissaegrim. It shimmered green and seemed to vibrate as black blood poured all around it.
Nocturne lifted a trembling finger to hold it. "How did you..."
"I already told you. We're here to destroy you once and for all."
She chuckled at that. Then the chuckle rose into a laugh. Then the laugh rose into a maniacal one. All around, the skeletons of her victims were slowly rising, regaining form...
Lilith sprang into action then, and decapitated the laughing Nocturne with a swipe of her wind covered wings. The move was so fast, Yosamu could barely track it even with his fully matured Sharingan. Nocturne's body shivered and then fell in a heap. Her head was cough and gagging in the distance.
"This isn't the end of me! I'm immortal! I am The Great Darkness that preys on the hearts of men!" she yelled.
Yosamu retrieved the Crissaegrim and took the time out to look at the pitiful Nocturne who was now crying.
"I've done nothing but bless you, Yosamu! Why would you betray me like this?" she asked him in between sobs.
For some odd reason, he felt compassion--pity for his fallen enemy. Her keening was genuine. She cried and cried, wriggling about in the dust as only a head. He only had one option left for her.
"I'll save you, Nocturne," he said.
She paused the bawling to look at him curiously. Her tears had formed a small puddle. "How?"
He brought the Crissaegrim down straight between her eyes. Real quick, a powerful downward stab.
Her eyes rolled back into her head. "Yosamu..." she whispered.
The skeletons fell back to the earth and her body began burning with an intense black flame. Her head blazed as well. Yosamu quickly removed his sword less it become tainted.
As the pieces burnt, Lilith turned to him, "It is done. You are now free, Yosamu."
But he didn't answer. Instead he stared at the spot where Nocturne's head was. He was deeply saddened. "It is over. But why don't I feel like it?" he asked. "Why do I still feel trapped in this endless cycle of hatred?!"
"That is a question I cannot answer," Lilith replied.
The black flames finished devouring Nocturne's pieces and a ghostly shape rose from the flames. It was her beautiful human form. It floated toward Yosamu. Nocturne immediately braced her legs, getting ready to tear it from the air. Yosamu held up a hand, 'don't' it said.
The ghost smiled and bent in close to Yosamu's ear. Lilith stared with eagerness, she didn't like the idea of Nocturne being so close.
Then, when the ghost was finished whispering in his ears it kissed him on the lips. A long one too, only to be seen between lovers. It disappeared after and Yosamu placed the Crissaegrim in its sheath.
"Let's go," he said.
"What did she say to you?" Lilith asked.
"In time I'll tell you, Lilith."
As they left the Land of Darkness Yosamu stared at his clenched fists. The were like ice, cold and glass-like. He had learned how to control a completely new nature type, one that only Nocturne knew how to use. She left it with him as a parting gift. Arctic Earth, it was called.
And as for what Nocturne whispered to him. She told him many things, of his fate and what will happen to him. But she also told him something that stuck to the back of his mind, even when he had returned to Konoha and had gotten plenty rest: "You were born with the heart of innocence, Yosamu. But you've become a harbinger of death. A fawn by nature, wolf by circumstance."
❝...The light is blinding is blinding my eyes, as the soft walls eat us alive...❞
From Sunagakure, after hearing word his brother had long left the village Yosamu turned to the next established nation, Amegakure, the village hidden in rain. A very stranger hostile place, he experienced the solitary life yet again. But not for long, soon the Amekage grew to recognize him not just for his special blood line but for what he held in his heart, utmost loyalty and devotion. A slow initiation ensued, he earned a few comrades but midst it all, his brother was still nowhere to be found. Desperate for clues Yosamu had ventured to the Ancarth Islands in search the most powerful sensory shinobi in the world, seeking help to track his kin. On his stay there he saw the ill treatment of a nation. And being the defender of the weak person he was he was inclined to change that. Of course the previous Lord didn't like the idea of an outsider breeding hope for his distraught subjects.
Denovir then arranged, a meeting with the young Uchiha. To discuss ways he could help the nation, with his ideas. But it was in fact an ambush, set to destroy the teen before he could reach Whiterun, where the Lord resides. But what he and his men didn't know was that Yosamu was very in tune with his clan's technique and soon discovered the men, waiting in nearby bushes. It was a quick and fiery death for them along the lonely dusty road, with his eyes, his blade, and his mastery of Futon Yosamu laid waste to all 56 men in no time. Only a few died however, Yosamu then used the ocular skills of his Sharingan to hypnotize the rest and have them carry one of their own comrades into Whiterun under the premise that it was in fact the young shinobi, obliviously slaughtered on the road. -insert name here- was pleased with his success, and even ordered a public burning of the body in the town square, where he bragged of his power, influence and wit. Unaware that it wasn't truly him, the Lord toasted with his harlots and threw ryo coins at the poverty ridden onlookers.
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"This isn't the end..."
By this time Yosamu had already removed his impostor gear and had positioned himself behind the mad Lord. The onlookers, and the harem that stood around Denovir didn't even protested, they kept their mouths shut. Even when he channeled Raiton into his blade and walked ever so slowly, and deliberately towards the man they remained motionless- like statues, bracing for the life changing moment to happen. And so it did. Just as he took a swig of yet another jar of sake Yosamu's blade eased its way through his back, to exit at his sternum, its finish stained by the corrupt blood. But as he was merciless, so was he merciful, the numbing of the Raiton took the pain away, and looking into the eyes of his successor Denovir slowly left this world, wondering where the pain was and what was this feeling gripping his entire body.
As Yosamu removed the blade he whispered to the man he once hated; "This isn't the end Enryn, this is only another bridge you have to cross." With that the man's huge body tumbled to the wooden platform then rolled off into the gasping crowd. By the time the Kings' Guard soldiers arrived Yosamu hadn't even moved. Instead he stared at the people present, into their very souls. They didn't protest, instead one by one they each folded at the knee and bowed to him. The reign of a tyrant was over, and it was all thanks to him.
Chapter VI: The Descent to Darkness, A Tragic Hero.
Many years had passed, the blood and toil of battle had taken its toll on the once young Yosamu. Tattered and wary, he would still insist on protecting his people wave after wave. Eventually he was maimed on the battlefield and left at the mercy of a barbarian. Helpless and afraid, Yosamu pleaded for his life but it wasn't to be heard by his cruel victor. His voice was heard though, by the great Sage Bat named Nocturne. She was said to be one of the primordial beings to inhabit the land, long before mankind, her wisdom and age yet to be matched by anything living or dead. She heard his pledge for power in exchange for his soul, and she answered. Immediately a darkness rolled across the land so thick and great it held physical substance, seeing his enemies writhe about in this infinite nothingness until they were strangled where they stood. Yosamu, unaffected by this sinister darkness, stood up to experience an epiphany as the Bat Sage made her appearance known to him. Her chakra was unimaginably dense, and her voice seemed to ring through his very bones shaking his essence.
"What do you seek, mortal?" Her ominous, bodiless voice rang out.
"Please...give me....the power to protect...." Yosamu helplessly breathed.
"Oh? A moment ago it was victory, whatever happened to that?" Her voiced obviously mocked him.
"My life is worth more than winning.." he whispered as he fell to his knees
"Then I'll give you both! After this pact you will lose all you love, all you've cared about. The people who once looked up to you with inspiration will now look down with disdain. All that you own...is now mine... and you'll be re-birthed a new child... as Dracula the Fiend!"
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Nocturne makes her presence known.
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Reborn as Dracula.
With an insatiable thirst for death and destruction 'Dracula' wandered his own lands, the ones he swore to protect but instead of lonely vigil he slaughtered and destroyed all he came across- man, woman and child alike. This went for years, he was named the Butcher of Ancarth, and was often debated as man or beast among the scholars. What they didn't know was that he was both. Finally, at a crossroad with himself Yosamu encountered his old Kenjutsu mentor, Enji who recognized him right away. Called him "Yosamu" and claimed to have known him in his younger days. Foolish old man. Alucard slaughtered him too and placed his head atop the tallest tower, how dare he claim to be of acquaintance, a mere mortal like him. But his blade, Itsuki, which was given to him by the Uchiha officials before he left Konoha which was also named after his father, was laid down ever so gracefully inside the blood splattered dojo. It was as if Enji was waiting for him to return. He took the blade, and melted it, destroying the prideful Uchiha symbol and dragon engraved finish to forge his own blade from its tempered steel; the Doujikiri Yasutsuna. Through melting this blade, Alucard gained a piece of his memory back about his Uchiha lineage, the whole reason why he had set out in the first place, to find his brother Myoken. He had lost his way, whatever happened to his innocent claim to brotherhood? His peaceful mind that didn't sing of chaos and discord? Yosamu wept that night in the empty dojo, he wept for the one soul that he would miss, the humanity he had lost.
By the time Yosamu returned to the Ninja World much had transgressed, the Land of Wind was no longer held by Albel, Konoha no longer by Hashirama, and the world he had left behind had suddenly grown and blossomed. Yet he embraced it, through meditation he learned to control his inner fury, and he attempted to understand the bountiful notions that had sprouted in his absence. But with no avail, Nocturne rode his consciousness like the plague through a tattered town. It was impossible to keep sane, with such a great and ancient evil inside your mind. She had him plow through villages, towns, settlements, farms, everything. All in the glory of her name. Once again, he threatened to plunge into darkness. But holding on to the Yasutsuna, and all that he remembers of himself he fled to the Land of Mountains, to live in solace from the world, to protect the world. She tormented him, forced him to return to the populated lands, but he held his grounds among the caves and wilderness. Before long, he could no longer hear her piercing voice in his head. It appeared she had given up.
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The desolate Land of Mountains.
By the time Yosamu sourced the courage and strength to venture out on his own again he was merely a husk of his former self, having feeding on rats and birds of the valleys he was weakened and severely malnourished. Nevertheless he pressed on, defiant of asking Nocturne for help. Even when the buzzards circled over his head threaten to start their feast even before he died. His crimson eyes remained strong and so did his will power. Before long he wandered into a strange village, one that he hadn't known even before he fled the Ninja World. This village was the peculiar Kirigakure.
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Yosamu, weakened and severely malnourished.
Upon discovering the village hidden within the mist Yosamu was promptly met by the village borderland guards Hana and Yusei. They threatened to end him there for trespassing, but upon looking into his eyes they saw that there was nothing more he would welcome with open arms than a true death. His sorrow and ill fortune evident on his face and body they took him into Kirigakure, although wary of the exquisitely forged blades he held.
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Kirigakure no Sato, a new home.
The Mizukage, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne saw the potential he held as not just a warrior but an Uchiha. One especially molded in such darkness his abilities would be surely useful for the village's military status. However, Yosamu agreed to join the village under one condition, should a time come when his services were no longer needed Diarmund himself was to grant him a beautiful death. And of course, Dairmund agreed and so began his nursing back to health as well as a continuation in his training, which he promptly completed. He later met the other members such as Tobirama, Regent, Mangetsu, Annabel, Talos, Crowley, Kakuzu, and Kara. The other members he either didn't take the time to notice or was unable to appreciate. This was because his social skills had plummeted due to his prolonged years of solidarity, neither does he yearn to be friendly again. Because if he should be possessed by Nocturne again that would just be more heart ache in the aftermath. His bloody and feral past he kept a secret from this, based on this fear alone. As such he was deemed a shadowy figure only appearing about when he's needed and always conversing with his beloved bats.
However, on one of the few nights Yosamu managed to gain the mercy of sleep he had a dream about a lone woman, lost in the chaos of infinite darkness. She was scared, and fearful in her steps as she ran in every direction, desperate to escape her prison. Then, from the darkness a great beast emerged easily towering over here in size, its breath blowing her hair from her face. She stared defiantly into its blank, white eyes, even with the rest of its body hidden in darkness. For what seemed hours they both stared into each other's souls, while Yosamu being somewhere off in the distance stared intently.
Then suddenly, the beast gobbled her up, before she could even muster as much as a scream she was ended. Her radiant white light ousted and replaced by the crimson essence that ran through her veins. The beast made sure every last bit of her was finished as it sat there and finished its meal. Then suddenly, and impossibly fast, its head snapped in Yosamu's direction, its white eyes two dots in the blackness. And for the first time in years, he felt what absolute fear was like again. The creature tumbled towards him, knocking unseen obstacles out the way while he felt his body restricted, unable to flee this terrifying monster. As it rared over him as it did the woman its breath stank of rotten meat and blood. Its voice pierced his skull, it was a voice all too familiar. The pitch, the condescending tone, the ancient articulation, it was Nocturne in her truest form.
"Did you really think I'd leave you alone, Dracul?" she breathed, her breath running down his very spine.
He was lost for words, shock had him speechless. To that she simply opened her jaws wide, easily blocking all he could see, feel, and hear. And she swallowed him. As he tumbled into nowhere he heard her voice in his head, "there is no escape from me...none whatsoever..."
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"There is no escape from me.;;"
In that same manner, another possession ensued, Yosamu watched with horror as his body rampaged through the village looking to murder. But to his surprise- and relief, his 'friends' were there to drive the evil from his body. Luckily Nocturne was drive out before he could do any damage. He reluctantly told them of his curse and how the ancient evil plagued him night after night, eventually they developed a technique that would stop him from dreaming. This would prevent Nocturne from entering his subconscious, this also meant he could no longer enjoy his favorite dimension, the realm of his mind. But he didn't protest, it was a sacrifice he was more than ready to make. He would have given anything if it meant getting rid of his eternal pursuer.
Chapter IX: Into the Nether.
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❝...As winter takes me now...❞
The Land of Darkness was one often perceived as a mythical place, heard only by word of mouth and dodgy literature. And so it took the Uchiha almost five months of nonstop toil. Eventually he ended up in a place just south of Konohogakure, buried almost four kilometers underground. This place quickly became the epitome of darkness. A cave with no light whatsoever penetrating its interior. But he had his beloved bats who could traverse such terrains with their unique echolocation. They angled the darkness with stunning aptness.
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❝...Of cold and clammy skin...❞
The journey ended quite abruptly and Yosamu felt his knees buckle under the fall. When he retrieved his footing and surveyed this Newfoundland he was stunned discover an entire city behind the mirror. Tall, bent towers stretched into nowhere as chains the size of oak tree trunks held them captive to the ground. Their crows held sharp sculptures of metal that looked sharp enough to impale any and everything that could fall onto them. The city was devoid of life even in the simplest form. The only source of light came from a purple shinning moon in the far beyond.
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All the roads twisted and broke apart but pointed to one direction; a massive tower towards the back of the city. Standing taller than the rest, all the chains that connected the other buildings found refuge within the huge holes in its structure. It appeared to be the sole tower charged with restraining the others. Yosamu hastened his journey toward this tower under the gut feeling that Nocturne slept within it. He took one of the giant chains as a pathway into the king tower and used his superior speed (Tai specialism) to do so quickly. As he looked beyond the chain he could see the liquid fires of hell; globules of magma popped and boiled on the surface with spurts reaching high enough to scorch the chain he walked on. He knew then that one wrong step would leave him an end filled with agony. Because of this fear he prayed to all the Gods that he wouldn't.
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❝...A barren empty womb, as I am born again...❞
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❝...Its pulling at my hair, and clawing all within...❞
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❝...A gentle beating heart, is swept away by sin...❞
"Behold! A Child of Darkness approaches!" they shouted in unison.
A voice echoed from within the building after, hollow and sinister. He knew all too well who it belonged to, and he braced himself.
"You have come to my abode, Uchiha. My child."
"I'm here to settle a score with you, demon," he replied, refusing to replicate the affectionate tone she had addressed him in.
She laughed, a cold and ghastly sound left the statues' throats. "I'm lifetimes ahead of you, Uchiha. Why would you punish yourself like this?"
"Enough talk!" Yosamu breathed as he shattered the statues with a wave of chakra from his body.
The huge seal began churning within the ground. The wingless dragon suddenly became animated and wriggled about in its two-dimensional prison. It then began rising while a circular roof opened above him. The harsh but beautiful light of a purple moon spilled through the opening in the ceiling and shone all around him like a spotlight. He activated his Sharingan as the roof came closer and closer. He was ready.
He was born ready.
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Chapter X: The End of Strife, Birth of Newness.
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" by Koda.
❝...You run like a wolf like the cold blood through my veins...❞
The seal rose to the roof of the castle--or temple rather, and the small moon that he had observed hours before was now a massive body consuming all he could observe of the night sky. The super moon shone a purple haze on the entirety of his surroundings, but again, Yosamu reminded himself that his focus was no longer on the niceties of life. It was on the Demon of Nightmares, the Bat Sage Nocturne.
"I know why you've come, my child..." came a voice from the darkness.
A shape detached itself from the shadows and Yosamu laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. A slender figure with long black hair and a beautifully rounded face. Shinning red eyes and lips gave the air of unearthly glamour. She wore a robe which was lazily strewn around her voluptuous curves. It threatened to fall from her entirely and reveal all what sauntered beneath. Yosamu struggled to ignore this obvious distraction. She saw this, his weakness, and smiled tentatively.
"For I was once human like you: fragile and mortal."
In a heartbeat she was behind him, after disappearing in a cloud of bats. She had her lithe fingers tracing his back and chest as her cool face and breath brushed the side of his face.
"I can give you my strength, Yosamu..."
She rubbed her face onto his, with the affection of a predator playing with its prey. Yosamu broke free from her alluring clutches and distanced himself in a single leap.
"You know why I'm here. And it's not to strike any more deals. I will not change my mind," he said as he came to rest.
"I wasn't trying to change your mind, I was merely trying to see what you held within that fragile, pure heart."
"I'm no longer pure. You've corrupted me! Cursed me!"
She feigned surprise, "But you asked for it, did you not?"
"Not from a demon," he replied coldly.
She twisted a lock of shiny hair between her fingers. "But not from an angel either."
Yosamu drew the Crissaegrim from his cloak and watched as its shiny metal reflected the moonlight. "I'm here to rid myself of you and your curse. I've suffered enough."
"You know the Old Laws, Uchiha. To get you must give. And to take you must provide."
"Haven't I given enough?"
"And have you gotten enough?" she asked with a coy smile.
Yosamu couldn't answer this. That was all she needed to see on his face; contemplation. Her once tentative smile suddenly curled all the way past her cheeks and ended at her ears as her face was split horizontally in two. From the gaping wound came came a black, squirming mass that shot meters high before splattering on the ground before his feet. The husk of the beautiful woman he just saw fell to the ground with a sickly leathery thud. Old skin. The black soup wriggled and squirmed until it slowly assumed form. From the mass came a towering figure that easily dwarfed the Uchiha. A pair of crimson eyes opened and looked down on him with the scornful stare of a God. Yosamu stared at this Nocturne's true form; a grotesque beast standing on four, stubby legs while a feminine, humanoid torso with two long arms stood upright. The stomach turned out to be a giant mouth with the lower jaw stretching all the way up to the torso's chest. Talons as long as kunai sprang from the arms in the place of fingers and six wings unfolded from behind with a myriad of eyes. They all looked down on Yosamu with scorn and contempt.
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❝...Picking up speed as the drugs overtake my brain...❞
Yosamu didn't wait to think, he lunged at the beast and the two tumbled about the roof in a deadly ball of sword slashes and clawed swipes. Grunts and snarls filled the empty place.
In the end the Crissaegrim became lodged into her chest while one her kunai talons jutted from his thigh. The two were spent; sprawled across the floor, mere feet apart.
"You've grown very strong, Yosamu," Nocturne managed between her heavy breathing. "I'm impressed."
Yosamu pulled his second saber, the Doujikiri Yasutsuna and stabbed it into the ground to balance himself as he stood. He planned to ram the blade straight through her and end his lifetime's curse.
As he crawled near her massive form the roof began trembling, the entire city began to tremble. Suddenly, the towers and roads became alive. Before long the short tremor became catastrophic and the ground bent and broke in joints to reveal the molten earth below.
A creature, more massive than he'd ever seen, rose from the magma with a deep and sonorous wail. The hot meta solid magma seared away at its flesh as it rose, and the creature flashed the red-black magma everywhere in a bid to bring comfort to itself. When Yosamu turned back around Nocturne was gone.
The roof suddenly became undone and began falling in huge chunks of ancient concrete. Had it not been for his Kekkei Genkai he would have fallen to a certain death, but he nimbly dodged the falling boulders and made his way to safety. Despite having a seven inch talon protruding from his leg.
The massive creature flew past and he jumped at it and latched on to its side, escaping the metal spikes of the lower towers. It rose indefinitely, flying towards the super moon, with no wings.
❝...You howl like a wolf like the sun in my heart...❞
Nocturne stood atop a shattered pillar in the distance. Her four pudgy feet struggled to find good footing. A layer of webbing covered Yosamu's hand and he attached the Yasutsuna to a strand while he swung the blade in wide circles. He then shot the sword forward with the speed of a loosened arrow. Instead of tumbling to the ground like he had imagined, her six wings flapped with grace, pushing a wave of dust far across the place as she took flight. But he was prepared for this, and yanked the web in a sharp motion to bring the blade into her back and slicing her wings clean off. Before she could fall however, Yosamu used his signature technique 'Pale Doppelganger' and dashed forward to her falling body while he retracted the blade via his webbed tether. As he closed the distance he drove the blade into her neck, pinning her to the shattered pillar. A replica of wind sprang from his body afterward and eroded the pillar into dust within seconds.
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❝...Howling for love, howling for a brand new start...❞
"Enough games Nocturne, remove the curse," he snarled.
She smiled, and black liquid poured from her lips. "Now that I'm dead you'll never be rid of my curse, my child...my love," she whispered as she rubbed the back of her hand across his face as tenderly as she could.
Yosamu grimaced at the fact that he would stay as Dracula eternal. Her slender arm broke into dust and her body followed. The Crissaegrim fell to the ground. A wing fluttered beside him, it was her wing. On it were four eyes slowly closing, they looked at him with fear and hope at the same time. He grabbed the wing and it immediately transformed into a cloak, like the one Nocturne wore in her human form. He wrapped it around himself and named it The Shroud of Darkness.
With its master gone, the Leviathan released a saddened wail and then began descending back into the cruel city. But not before Yosamu realized what the moon truly was. He leaped from the creature and found himself face to face with the Mirror of Fate itself. It reached out and pulled him through without hesitation.
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Suddenly he found himself standing back on the twisted platform, staring into the mirror. He jolted back with fright. It was all an illusion. The mirror had shown him his fate, his future. And it was one filled with eternal suffering.
Something draped at his ankles. He looked and saw that he wore the Shroud of Darkness still. But that couldn't be possible, he's yet to kill Nocturne and obtain it. He looked at the mirror one last time and realized: it didn't just show you your fate. It allowed you to branch into alternate realities and achieve alternate endings.
Now that he knew the fate of one of his universes Yosamu turned around and went back the way he came. He had just the idea on how to rid himself of Nocturne's curse.
❝...Falling out and falling down, this lone wolf can't survive in this lonely town...❞
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Chapter XI: The Redeemer Has Returned.The solution to his problem was obvious: he had to sever his connection with the Bat Sage. There were other ways to remove a curse. He took a short journey from the Land of Darkness north into Konohagakure, the village where he was born, and where his bloodline came from. The previous Hokage, Hashirama, had passed away during all the time he spent away. The Hokage was now a woman named Arturia, The King of Knights. Once inside the village he asked around for the legendary Griffin Lilith, who was fabled to be as old--if not older than Nocturne herself.
It also just so happened that Arturia was the holder of the Griffin contract, and not only would Yosamu have to prove his worthiness to her and Konoha, but also to Hono, the Griffin Emperor.
"Why should we help you who have made a pact with The Great Darkness?" Hono asked, his voice impartial and laced with authority.
"Because I've recognized my fatal error. I wish to be cleansed of this my greatest sin. I wish to be human again."
"You made your decision without thought of consequence?" Arturia asked him, she found such a notion impractical as she was a very pragmatic person.
"I had no choice. My people were dying. I only sought to save them," Yosamu said softly, "I'd trade the world to see them live free."
❝...Somewhere deep in the dark, a horrid beast hears us talk...❞
This pierced Hono's hardened heart, and also Arturia's. She too was very chivalrous, she too would do anything for her village.
"Now I understand. You gave all you had for your people. You gave your soul."
She turned to Hono who stood well taller, "I think he is worthy of our aid, Hono."
He grunted, the sign of his approval, and summoned Lilith, one of the few Griffins who could even come close to his age.
"Hono-san, you summoned?"
"The Uchiha you see here requires our aid. He has been touched by The Great Darkness."
Lilith's normally cheerful face grimaced. "The Great Darkness still lives?"
He nodded. "We must rid this poor soul of its curse."
"Then we will vanquish this evil at once!" Her wings fluttered and the wind barrier that surrounded them bellowed throughout the room, she was evidently upset by this the survival of her mortal enemy.
"Rightly so," Arturia spoke. She held Yosamu's chin with an armor clad finger and placed a Konoha headband on his forehead. "Fear no more, Uchiha. You are where you belong now."
"I'm forever in your debt, Hokage," he replied humbly.
"And in that meantime, Lilith, you will accompany him into the Land of Darkness. And you will slay The Great Evil once and for all."
She bowed. "Yes, Hono-san." Then she looked at Yosamu and, without warning, bit him in the neck.
"Arghh!!"
The blood gushed to the ceiling and by the time she retracted her beak he had a gaping wound where his Bat summoning tattoo had been. Immediately as the mark was removed he began feeling lightened, a change came instantly within his body. His Dracula look and mentality was being evaporated. He felt young again, like himself.
"As I suspected," Lilith spat the cursed blood from her mouth with scorn. "The Great Darkness had branded you with a transformation technique to keep you enthralled, that wretched witch!"
His normal, youthful body fell to its knees. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "It was all...and illusion..." he whispered.
She returned to his neck after, but more gently this time, and breathed the summoning tattoo of the Griffins on his neck. The warmness of her breath seemed to permeate his very soul. He became filled with a flaming feeling.
"Although, the corruption she placed on your mind is incorrigible. But you will keep this with you for the rest of your life to know what The Great Evil did to you, and you will use it as fuel for your rage when you kill her."
"My rage will be more than enough. It's time to end this once and for all," he replied.
❝...I dare you to close your eyes, and see all the colors in disguise...❞
Atop Lilith the journey back to the Land of Darkness was much more faster than on foot. She had hollow bones and the innate affinity to wind, she flew faster than anything he could ever dream of.
"This sorcery is what she uses to hide herself," Lilith said when she saw the Mirror of Fate. With a powerful swipe of her claws Lilith destroyed the object. Souls cried gratitude in unison as they fled their timeless prison to find rest.
As the Mirror fell away into a million pieces a hole formed itself and the true Temple Of Nocturne became visible. Unlike when he looked into the Mirror, the true Temple was nothing short of a mess. Instead of massive towers that stretched into the sky there was nothing but rubble and destruction lying all around. Bodies and skeletons littered the ground for miles in every direction. This was the true face of Nocturne, and Yosamu was sickened by it.
Lilith turned to Yosamu one last time, "Are you ready?"
"Since the day I was cursed," he replied.
The two dove into this hole--and into the lair of The Great Darkness.
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❝...Running into the night, the earth is shaking and I see a light...❞
"You left my protection. For her's?" There was no mistaking the scorn in her voice. "That creature?"
"He left the Darkness for Light, Nocturne. Your reign has finally come to an end, I'll do what I should have done centuries ago."
"Oh? And what is that?"
"Destroy you completely," Yosamu finished.
Nocturne's wings twitched at the statement. The eyes in them narrowed to look at Yosamu and Lilith.
"You think...you can destroy me?"
"I've done it once, I'll do it again."
"Don't make me laugh, Yosamu. The Mirror's illusion was mere trickery. Our powers are nowhere near equal. You will die here, in this timeless land."
His Sharingan activated passively and Lilith shot forward with blinding speed. The time for talk was long past.
In a blur Lilith appeared behind Nocturne. A slithering tail sprang from behind the Bat Sage and shot for the Griffin--but it was too fast, and the tail collided with the various dilapidated structures that littered the battleground. This was a distraction also, and Yosamu capitalized on this by advancing on Nocturne in a single step.
He flung the Crissaegrim at her humanoid torso while Lilith, who was now above them, initiated one of the most powerful wind technique Yosamu had ever devised: the Aeon Gate. With it she created a green portal just inches before Nocturne's surprised face. The Crissaegrim passed through unharmed, and Nocturne slapped it away with a swipe of her vicious claws. The blade clattered away into the infinite skeleton filled landscape.
"Such a petty tactic, I expected nothing less from you Lilith--" her cocky comment suddenly fell short. A trail of blood trickled from her lips. It felt like Deja Vu to Yosamu.
Protruding from her chest was a perfectly shaped replica of his Crissaegrim. It shimmered green and seemed to vibrate as black blood poured all around it.
Nocturne lifted a trembling finger to hold it. "How did you..."
"I already told you. We're here to destroy you once and for all."
She chuckled at that. Then the chuckle rose into a laugh. Then the laugh rose into a maniacal one. All around, the skeletons of her victims were slowly rising, regaining form...
Lilith sprang into action then, and decapitated the laughing Nocturne with a swipe of her wind covered wings. The move was so fast, Yosamu could barely track it even with his fully matured Sharingan. Nocturne's body shivered and then fell in a heap. Her head was cough and gagging in the distance.
"This isn't the end of me! I'm immortal! I am The Great Darkness that preys on the hearts of men!" she yelled.
Yosamu retrieved the Crissaegrim and took the time out to look at the pitiful Nocturne who was now crying.
"I've done nothing but bless you, Yosamu! Why would you betray me like this?" she asked him in between sobs.
For some odd reason, he felt compassion--pity for his fallen enemy. Her keening was genuine. She cried and cried, wriggling about in the dust as only a head. He only had one option left for her.
"I'll save you, Nocturne," he said.
She paused the bawling to look at him curiously. Her tears had formed a small puddle. "How?"
He brought the Crissaegrim down straight between her eyes. Real quick, a powerful downward stab.
Her eyes rolled back into her head. "Yosamu..." she whispered.
The skeletons fell back to the earth and her body began burning with an intense black flame. Her head blazed as well. Yosamu quickly removed his sword less it become tainted.
As the pieces burnt, Lilith turned to him, "It is done. You are now free, Yosamu."
But he didn't answer. Instead he stared at the spot where Nocturne's head was. He was deeply saddened. "It is over. But why don't I feel like it?" he asked. "Why do I still feel trapped in this endless cycle of hatred?!"
"That is a question I cannot answer," Lilith replied.
The black flames finished devouring Nocturne's pieces and a ghostly shape rose from the flames. It was her beautiful human form. It floated toward Yosamu. Nocturne immediately braced her legs, getting ready to tear it from the air. Yosamu held up a hand, 'don't' it said.
The ghost smiled and bent in close to Yosamu's ear. Lilith stared with eagerness, she didn't like the idea of Nocturne being so close.
Then, when the ghost was finished whispering in his ears it kissed him on the lips. A long one too, only to be seen between lovers. It disappeared after and Yosamu placed the Crissaegrim in its sheath.
"Let's go," he said.
"What did she say to you?" Lilith asked.
"In time I'll tell you, Lilith."
As they left the Land of Darkness Yosamu stared at his clenched fists. The were like ice, cold and glass-like. He had learned how to control a completely new nature type, one that only Nocturne knew how to use. She left it with him as a parting gift. Arctic Earth, it was called.
And as for what Nocturne whispered to him. She told him many things, of his fate and what will happen to him. But she also told him something that stuck to the back of his mind, even when he had returned to Konoha and had gotten plenty rest: "You were born with the heart of innocence, Yosamu. But you've become a harbinger of death. A fawn by nature, wolf by circumstance."
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❝...The light is blinding is blinding my eyes, as the soft walls eat us alive...❞
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Doujikiri Yasutsuna | 童子切 ヤスツナ:
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil. It was this blade that he used to rid himself Nocturne with the help of Lilith the Griffin.
(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
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The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil. It was this blade that he used to rid himself Nocturne with the help of Lilith the Griffin.
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(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
(風-火遁) The Wind & Fire Elements
Yosamu, despite being an Uchiha held a primary specialty over Wind release allowing him all the techniques with a single hand seal, his second specialty is Katon as with the bloodline of his clan and he is able to perform techniques of this release with faster hand seals.
(北極) Arctic Earth Release
A unique nature type which was created from Yosamu's Doton, Suiton, and Fūton chakra coming together in unison. This creates a frozen earth element more commonly known as permafrost. With it he's been said to call upon a third saber, The Sword of Nocturne, which leaves opponents frostbitten with the coldness of the Bat Sage's wrath.
(剣術) Kenjutsu
Having mastered Kenjutsu and practiced it much, Yosamu is capable of excellent free form kenjutsu and impressive sword control. He is even able to blindfold himself during training and eliminate moving targets. His swordsmanship is to be reckoned with.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
(北極) Arctic Earth Release
A unique nature type which was created from Yosamu's Doton, Suiton, and Fūton chakra coming together in unison. This creates a frozen earth element more commonly known as permafrost. With it he's been said to call upon a third saber, The Sword of Nocturne, which leaves opponents frostbitten with the coldness of the Bat Sage's wrath.
(剣術) Kenjutsu
Having mastered Kenjutsu and practiced it much, Yosamu is capable of excellent free form kenjutsu and impressive sword control. He is even able to blindfold himself during training and eliminate moving targets. His swordsmanship is to be reckoned with.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
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戦い |BATTLES
Yosamu vs Liliana |
Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
Yosamu vs Saito |
Yosamu vs Urek |
Yosamu vs Tobirama |
Yosamu vs Hana Suzuki |
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Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
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Yosamu vs Saito |
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Yosamu vs Urek |
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Yosamu vs Tobirama |
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Yosamu vs Hana Suzuki |
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❝...A Fawn by nature, Wolf by circumstance...❞
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