Note: This FanFiction is generally written purely on emotion. It's also a way of me releasing myself from emotions and hate. Read it if you want. It's about how NB works...in a extremely dense way as it also explains my history...and keeps me from quitting.
Yes, there will be people on NB here. Mostly the people I train and those that are close to me. Those I don't know well will not be here. I don't write because I want society's approval.
I also noticed how most people write like this.
Tenzo: What?
Anbu Minato: I just had a hangover.
That's an incorrect way of writing. That's not even a form of screenwriting.
Note: This is a pure allegory. I tend to excel at those. Whether you want to read it or not is up to you, but literature always has deeper meanings and I write in this manner to avoid direct confrontations.
Allegory:
I was lost again.
Why? How? I wasn't sure. But all I saw was the light in front of me.
A slight grimace. I walked forward...cautiously, ever so slowly.
Warmth came and greeted me. I smiled, my arms open wide, embracing the joy that followed with it. "Come," a voice then echoed. "And I shall teach you the power you need to overcome those around you."
I followed the voice into a room, stopping then only to gaze in wonder at what seemed to be multiple suits stringed up in different hangers.
"This will only be the beginning," the voice continued. "You may choose one."
I shook my head, almost befuddled. Then I reached my hands out, grasping upon the suit before me.
Almost immediately, knowledge engulfed me. My eyes were open and I saw the things around me almost as differently as before.
Then I turned towards my side, only noticing someone that wasn't there before.
The boy was fingering his suit, a graceful smile upon his face. He looked up to meet my eyes and he nodded ever so slightly.
"The name's Sinister. What's yours?" he questioned, holding out his hand.
"Sinister? How odd a name. I think my name is Tenzo." I flashed an innocent smile back at him as I took his hand. "I wonder how we got here."
"I wonder too." He turned back to his suit, a dark red color with interesting black markings on it. "Are we supposed to wear this?"
"I suppose so." I then realized I was holding my own suit, which was a tainted brown color. Though it seemed dull compared to Sinister's, I somehow liked it.
Sinister grinned nervously at me, and I suddenly realized with a sense of heaviness that the room we were in before had disappeared. We were standing in the darkness, alone. However, I was grateful for his company.
Then, rather suddenly, the voice echoed once again. "Welcome to Skiathuros. The first thing, new members, is to learn how to power up your suits and use it. Once you have learned to do that, then I will guide you further down the road."
Sinister turned to frown at me. I shrugged in reply, as clueless as he was.
The darkness suddenly vanished. We were now standing in front of a long aisle, multiple doors on either side of it.
"You go right, and I go left," Sinister said almost immediately, the kinship formed between us.
I nodded in reply and immediately stepped to the nearest door to me. I tugged it open with some effort.
The door swung open only to reveal a single person sitting cross legged behind a table in what appeared to be an empty room with white walls.
"Come in," the man called. "I'm rather busy, but I suppose I have enough space for you."
I cautiously stepped in, my suit still clutched feebly within my hands. The man sighed, shook his head and reached his hands out.
"You're supposed to wear that. Here, hand it to me."
I gave the suit to him as he took it without looking twice and begin polishing it in a certain area.
"Uh, sir? What is your name?" I questioned almost feebly, eager to break the awkward silence in the room.
The man sighed and finished polishing the suit. "My name is Kaito. Here, I'm done. Take it back."
His eyes barely met mine as I took it back. I noticed the weariness and exhaustion in them as he looked away just as quickly.
"I'm done with you. Move on now. I have more to do."
I nodded my thanks, although I was sure he didn't see it, and then stepped out the room.
The instant I did so, Sinister, my rival, also stepped out the other one. He was wearing his suit now, the black marks more prominent on it.
"I feel great!" he told me, eyes bright. "Try putting yours on!"
I slipped my suit on, feeling it's lightness. A small sense of accomplishment came upon me and I smiled, nodding back at Sinister.
"Let's keep going down the hall," Sinister told me, still eager. "I bet there's more to discover!"
I nodded to him, curious to what he had learned, but I didn't ask. He vanished into the second door on the left as I opened the door on the right.
"Hey!" Two people were standing side by side in the next room. The one on the left greeted me with enthusiasm. "Welcome! I'm assuming you need a suit power-up?"
I nodded feebly, observing these two new people.
The man on the right smiled at me. "Our name's are Ace and Noobinator. We're not here much nowadays, but I'll help ya out as much as I can. Ace has always been rather energetic."
"Yes, yes! Now hand that suit over! I'll attach a little...hmm, here and there,
Ace called.
I walked up to him and took off my suit again, handing it to him. Ace grinned and nodded, holding up the suit and studying it. "Excellent. This a rather rare one these days...I think there's only one person that can help you complete this masterpiece, but I haven't seen him around for quite awhile."
Noobinator snatched my suit from Ace then, adding his own features to it. "You mean Scary Yamato? I haven't seen him in his room for awhile either."
I frowned, not comprehending their words, but I didn't bother asking.
"Here ya go! I got to go anyways!" Noobinator finished my suit and thrust it at me. Then a strong whirlwind suddenly blasted me out of the room and I found myself on the hall outside. The door I had entered through was gone. I stared blankly at the white wall in front of me as Sinister walked out, bright as ever.
"You didn't go in?" he questioned me.
"I...did. But the room disappeared."
Sinister frowned, as if dismissing my foolishness, but shrugged. "Let's move on." He thrust his hand out towards me.
I took it and he pulled me up. We continued down the hall until reaching our respectful doors.
Sinister entered his door almost immediately, but I hesitated at my own, my hand stopping an inch from the doorknob. Then I shook my head, a little guilty at my own cowardliness and pulled the door open.
There was a long line of people in this new room. They all crowded around a single person who stood in the middle of the area. I tried peering over the masses of people, but I couldn't make out what was going on.
I tapped someone's shoulder near me. "Excuse me, uh...?"
He turned and smiled at me. "You new too? My name is Mugen Ryukyu."
"Oh, er, hello," I stammered feebly. "May I ask who that person in the middle is?"
"Oh, no problem. His name is Emperor. He's a great person who tries to take care of everyone's suit."
"And what exactly is this suit for?" I questioned.
"Well, naturally, we're stuck in Skiathuros. This suit is the only way out. The people who help build our suits are called Senseis.. They're great people."
Before he could finish talking, the line opened, and Emperor beckoned towards me. I handed him my suit, watching nervously as he fixed it up. "You're the last one," he said, looking directly at me as he handed me my suit back. I was struck at the honesty in his eyes, but there was something else hidden behind it that I couldn't quite explain.
I swallowed nervously.
"Come back again," he called behind me as I stumbled towards the door. But I could hardly hear his words. As I stepped out the door, there was suddenly a huge explosion behind me. I shouted in surprise and almost fell to the ground as the room slammed shut behind me.
But not before I heard the screams and saw the bloody mass behind it...
A strong hand grasped me once more. I looked up to see Sinister. "Tripped a bit? I learned about those that helped build our suits today."
"Huh?" I ran a hand across my sweaty forehead.
"They're called senseis," Sinister continued, always eager. "I want to become one too someday. They seem like great people."
I nodded feebly once more. "How do you become one?"
Sinister shrugged. "I don't know now but I'm sure I will sooner or the later."
I sighed, stood up and picked up my suit. I was a bit stunned at the heaviness of it, but I chose to ignore it.
The road changed as we walked down the hall. It seemed to get more old - the path was rugged and full of cracks. I found myself stumbling every steps or so, hating myself because I depended so much on my partner.
"Rest here." Sinister clearly noticed my tiredness. "I'll check this door."
I frowned as he walked towards the nearest door. It was black, old, and spiderwebs hung around it.
I sat, back against the wall, catching my breath. I caught a glimpse as Sinister opened the door and I was astounded to see a luxurious room. Several people camped inside, drinking what appeared to be beer and cutting expensive steak.
The door closed, but not for long. Sinister tumbled out, falling to the floor. He looked furious as he picked himself out. "Those snobs! They wouldn't help me with my suit!"
"Who are they?" I asked.
"I don't know! But I think they're senseis too. They were occupied with their servants. They only seemed to be fixing their suits though there were so little of them. They clearly had time for me, but they chose to ignore me!"
I sighed, shaking my head. "You think every door will be like that from now?"
"I don't know," Sinister snapped. "But if I become a sensei, I sure won't be like that! Gatsndshankswas a sensei in those rooms, but he sure wasn't like these ones."
I stood up, glaring warily into the distance. "What could be before us...?"
I will be VERY impressed if anyone has absolutely any idea what I'm talking about. This is all true, to the very premises. I will continue on the history later, publish a second chapter. Emphasize on more people later...
Also, I don't spellcheck. I apologize for any grammar mistakes.
Yes, there will be people on NB here. Mostly the people I train and those that are close to me. Those I don't know well will not be here. I don't write because I want society's approval.
I also noticed how most people write like this.
Tenzo: What?
Anbu Minato: I just had a hangover.
That's an incorrect way of writing. That's not even a form of screenwriting.
Note: This is a pure allegory. I tend to excel at those. Whether you want to read it or not is up to you, but literature always has deeper meanings and I write in this manner to avoid direct confrontations.
Allegory:
Allegory is a figurative mode of representation conveying meaning other than the literal. Allegory communicates its message by means of symbolic figures, actions or symbolic representation. Allegory is generally treated as a figure of rhetoric, but an allegory does not have to be expressed in language: it may be addressed to the eye, and is often found in realistic painting, sculpture or some other form of mimetic, or representative art. Simply put, an allegory is a device used to present an idea, principle or meaning, which can be presented in literary form, such as a poem or novel, or in visual form, such as in painting or sculpture. As a literary device, an allegory in its most general sense is an extended metaphor. As an artistic device, an allegory is a visual symbolic representation. An example of a simple visual allegory is the image of the grim reaper. Viewers understand that the image of the grim reaper is a symbolic representation of death. Nevertheless, images and fictions with several possible interpretations are not allegories in the true sense. Furthermore, not every fiction with general application is an allegory.
The High Road of NB.
I was lost again.
Why? How? I wasn't sure. But all I saw was the light in front of me.
A slight grimace. I walked forward...cautiously, ever so slowly.
Warmth came and greeted me. I smiled, my arms open wide, embracing the joy that followed with it. "Come," a voice then echoed. "And I shall teach you the power you need to overcome those around you."
I followed the voice into a room, stopping then only to gaze in wonder at what seemed to be multiple suits stringed up in different hangers.
"This will only be the beginning," the voice continued. "You may choose one."
I shook my head, almost befuddled. Then I reached my hands out, grasping upon the suit before me.
Almost immediately, knowledge engulfed me. My eyes were open and I saw the things around me almost as differently as before.
Then I turned towards my side, only noticing someone that wasn't there before.
The boy was fingering his suit, a graceful smile upon his face. He looked up to meet my eyes and he nodded ever so slightly.
"The name's Sinister. What's yours?" he questioned, holding out his hand.
"Sinister? How odd a name. I think my name is Tenzo." I flashed an innocent smile back at him as I took his hand. "I wonder how we got here."
"I wonder too." He turned back to his suit, a dark red color with interesting black markings on it. "Are we supposed to wear this?"
"I suppose so." I then realized I was holding my own suit, which was a tainted brown color. Though it seemed dull compared to Sinister's, I somehow liked it.
Sinister grinned nervously at me, and I suddenly realized with a sense of heaviness that the room we were in before had disappeared. We were standing in the darkness, alone. However, I was grateful for his company.
Then, rather suddenly, the voice echoed once again. "Welcome to Skiathuros. The first thing, new members, is to learn how to power up your suits and use it. Once you have learned to do that, then I will guide you further down the road."
Sinister turned to frown at me. I shrugged in reply, as clueless as he was.
The darkness suddenly vanished. We were now standing in front of a long aisle, multiple doors on either side of it.
"You go right, and I go left," Sinister said almost immediately, the kinship formed between us.
I nodded in reply and immediately stepped to the nearest door to me. I tugged it open with some effort.
The door swung open only to reveal a single person sitting cross legged behind a table in what appeared to be an empty room with white walls.
"Come in," the man called. "I'm rather busy, but I suppose I have enough space for you."
I cautiously stepped in, my suit still clutched feebly within my hands. The man sighed, shook his head and reached his hands out.
"You're supposed to wear that. Here, hand it to me."
I gave the suit to him as he took it without looking twice and begin polishing it in a certain area.
"Uh, sir? What is your name?" I questioned almost feebly, eager to break the awkward silence in the room.
The man sighed and finished polishing the suit. "My name is Kaito. Here, I'm done. Take it back."
His eyes barely met mine as I took it back. I noticed the weariness and exhaustion in them as he looked away just as quickly.
"I'm done with you. Move on now. I have more to do."
I nodded my thanks, although I was sure he didn't see it, and then stepped out the room.
The instant I did so, Sinister, my rival, also stepped out the other one. He was wearing his suit now, the black marks more prominent on it.
"I feel great!" he told me, eyes bright. "Try putting yours on!"
I slipped my suit on, feeling it's lightness. A small sense of accomplishment came upon me and I smiled, nodding back at Sinister.
"Let's keep going down the hall," Sinister told me, still eager. "I bet there's more to discover!"
I nodded to him, curious to what he had learned, but I didn't ask. He vanished into the second door on the left as I opened the door on the right.
"Hey!" Two people were standing side by side in the next room. The one on the left greeted me with enthusiasm. "Welcome! I'm assuming you need a suit power-up?"
I nodded feebly, observing these two new people.
The man on the right smiled at me. "Our name's are Ace and Noobinator. We're not here much nowadays, but I'll help ya out as much as I can. Ace has always been rather energetic."
"Yes, yes! Now hand that suit over! I'll attach a little...hmm, here and there,
Ace called.
I walked up to him and took off my suit again, handing it to him. Ace grinned and nodded, holding up the suit and studying it. "Excellent. This a rather rare one these days...I think there's only one person that can help you complete this masterpiece, but I haven't seen him around for quite awhile."
Noobinator snatched my suit from Ace then, adding his own features to it. "You mean Scary Yamato? I haven't seen him in his room for awhile either."
I frowned, not comprehending their words, but I didn't bother asking.
"Here ya go! I got to go anyways!" Noobinator finished my suit and thrust it at me. Then a strong whirlwind suddenly blasted me out of the room and I found myself on the hall outside. The door I had entered through was gone. I stared blankly at the white wall in front of me as Sinister walked out, bright as ever.
"You didn't go in?" he questioned me.
"I...did. But the room disappeared."
Sinister frowned, as if dismissing my foolishness, but shrugged. "Let's move on." He thrust his hand out towards me.
I took it and he pulled me up. We continued down the hall until reaching our respectful doors.
Sinister entered his door almost immediately, but I hesitated at my own, my hand stopping an inch from the doorknob. Then I shook my head, a little guilty at my own cowardliness and pulled the door open.
There was a long line of people in this new room. They all crowded around a single person who stood in the middle of the area. I tried peering over the masses of people, but I couldn't make out what was going on.
I tapped someone's shoulder near me. "Excuse me, uh...?"
He turned and smiled at me. "You new too? My name is Mugen Ryukyu."
"Oh, er, hello," I stammered feebly. "May I ask who that person in the middle is?"
"Oh, no problem. His name is Emperor. He's a great person who tries to take care of everyone's suit."
"And what exactly is this suit for?" I questioned.
"Well, naturally, we're stuck in Skiathuros. This suit is the only way out. The people who help build our suits are called Senseis.. They're great people."
Before he could finish talking, the line opened, and Emperor beckoned towards me. I handed him my suit, watching nervously as he fixed it up. "You're the last one," he said, looking directly at me as he handed me my suit back. I was struck at the honesty in his eyes, but there was something else hidden behind it that I couldn't quite explain.
I swallowed nervously.
"Come back again," he called behind me as I stumbled towards the door. But I could hardly hear his words. As I stepped out the door, there was suddenly a huge explosion behind me. I shouted in surprise and almost fell to the ground as the room slammed shut behind me.
But not before I heard the screams and saw the bloody mass behind it...
A strong hand grasped me once more. I looked up to see Sinister. "Tripped a bit? I learned about those that helped build our suits today."
"Huh?" I ran a hand across my sweaty forehead.
"They're called senseis," Sinister continued, always eager. "I want to become one too someday. They seem like great people."
I nodded feebly once more. "How do you become one?"
Sinister shrugged. "I don't know now but I'm sure I will sooner or the later."
I sighed, stood up and picked up my suit. I was a bit stunned at the heaviness of it, but I chose to ignore it.
The road changed as we walked down the hall. It seemed to get more old - the path was rugged and full of cracks. I found myself stumbling every steps or so, hating myself because I depended so much on my partner.
"Rest here." Sinister clearly noticed my tiredness. "I'll check this door."
I frowned as he walked towards the nearest door. It was black, old, and spiderwebs hung around it.
I sat, back against the wall, catching my breath. I caught a glimpse as Sinister opened the door and I was astounded to see a luxurious room. Several people camped inside, drinking what appeared to be beer and cutting expensive steak.
The door closed, but not for long. Sinister tumbled out, falling to the floor. He looked furious as he picked himself out. "Those snobs! They wouldn't help me with my suit!"
"Who are they?" I asked.
"I don't know! But I think they're senseis too. They were occupied with their servants. They only seemed to be fixing their suits though there were so little of them. They clearly had time for me, but they chose to ignore me!"
I sighed, shaking my head. "You think every door will be like that from now?"
"I don't know," Sinister snapped. "But if I become a sensei, I sure won't be like that! Gatsndshankswas a sensei in those rooms, but he sure wasn't like these ones."
I stood up, glaring warily into the distance. "What could be before us...?"
I will be VERY impressed if anyone has absolutely any idea what I'm talking about. This is all true, to the very premises. I will continue on the history later, publish a second chapter. Emphasize on more people later...
Also, I don't spellcheck. I apologize for any grammar mistakes.
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