Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160328014535/@comment-24937485-20160328014614

A dark gestalt approached one of the Dojo in the Senju compound. But on closer inspection one could see a happy, somewhat goofy, face topped off by brown spiky hair. A grinning Senju boy who looked like he was ready to get some training done which led to some positive comments of clan members walking by, saying things along the lines of; “That must’ve be one of Kinshi’s new recruits, I heard they were a fiery bunch.” And “Now that’s what I call spirit, you go kid!”. At which the Senju boy turned around and gave a big thumbs up after which everyone went on their way again and he slid the Dojo’s doors open to step inside; and with him entered a dark shadow that spread over the floor and filled the room as he closed the door behind him. Then, something even odder took place as the Senju boy slowly began to contort and disfigure before displaying someone entirely different; dressed in a long black robe that fell down over his knees, featuring a high collar that further clouded him in enigma, the black haired vessel without emotions had entered Kinshi’s Dojo without warning or appointment. In one harrowing glance he noticed the room to be empty and thus moved to the upper platform and stood in the center, turning around to face the entrance from the position where the sensei would stand. Here, he’d simply wait until Kinshi would arrive as he knew from Intel that she always came in around 5 minutes from now. If, when, she entered she’d find herself being greeted by a cold, soft-spoken voice that creeped through the room in an unsettling manner; so void of feeling was the boy. He wouldn’t beat around the bush and looked straight into her eyes while his arms hung loosely at his side. “I’ve come to make a deal.”



The sun was out, the sky was clear and everyone was ants acting like busy-bees. Echo’ing out to the streets traveled, the ringing of a bell sounded off in a song, with a wave of a hand every so-often and a softly lit smile—Kinshi, the snowy haired Senju, being a normal on this street as it was a main street alined with her to her Dojo, she was naturally greeted by everyone in bow, food and/or wave. Normally composed over her lips, not a single smile could be formed, but she loved her villagers and a king served his people, not himself, as the villagers made the kingdom, not the king. Despite her promising smile and timed walk, she had alot floating through her mind with all being dead ends—“Honestly.. If you are trying to find information like that out.. You should ask those of your age.” a voice floated around her head. Noone seemed to really know about that boy she met, but he HAD to be a ninja of the leaf, there was no mistaken it, normally she wouldn’t have bothered.. But Hanzuki had said something to her. ‘we may not be in the same boat.. but we are all within the same sea.. He is not so different from the burdens in your heart, as he isn’t the same.’ or some jazz like that. It really made her wonder. Dancing in a sway, both her white hair and the jacket she wore around her neck motioned in the breeze, glittering in the sun a necklace’s stone lit up like a rainbow—Reaching the private area of the heart of the Senju clan, she walked to her dojo, an area that she allowed a few people to come by or those who wanted to visit her. Reaching the door, two fingers slide across to slide to open it, but she found herself in a pause.. Something was off. Before she even thought about it, she slide open the door to her dojo—Almost to her dismay, she noticed the boy she saw within the cave. Her aqualit eyes locked onto him instantly as her body motioned forward through the door frame, as it closed behind her, as she stepped in, he didn’t waste his time with what he had to say.. “I’m listening.” She replied to him, her voice being dull, but soft as cotton. She would’ve questioned how’d he find her, but she was the Hokage’s daughter, it wasn’t hard and sometimes, it was bit unsettling. Easing into her own dojo, she unclipped her jacket from her neck and folded it, tossing it onto one of her chairs as she slipped out of her boots, slipping into some wooden ‘house shoes’. It was almost funny, she started askinga bout him and here he was. After getting her shoes on, she walked deeper into her dojo, down the stairs into the area most people ‘spar’ in.



Their eyes met as the prestigious Kinshi Senju entered her very own Dojo to find the intruder with his hair bound in a low ponytail; leaving a row of bangs to elude most of his upper facial feature from sight except his two big eyes. Then, inside his mind, the sound of dozens of hands scratching their nails over the wall as the Uchiha Dojutu came into activation and revealed to her who he ‘really’ was. The two tomoe sharingan would spin upon his eyeballs as his chakra moved to invade her brain unseen; which happened in an instant as their eyes had locked onto one another. In that very same moment the walls around them would begin to bubble as if boiling before dissolving like acid. Everything disappearing in a black pool of misery in which one could see the crying faces of  men and women trying to break fee through the veil of black only to be restrained by a skin-like substance that stretched around their faces. Then she’d see them, in the back of her mind, those large crimson eyes of his that were far different from his usual black hues. These eyes, the Sharingan he bore, they were furious… or rather hurt beyond belief; expressing the kind of pain one would need to live nine lives for to experience. His whisper would then sound, bouncing from the walls like a ghastly calling that blurted out sentences which at first were unbearable but upon Kinshi focusing a plenty she’d be able to hear what the voices said. “You’re trash. I wish you were dead. You should’ve never been born. You’re disgusting. You’re worthless.” All said by a strict male voice that held the authority of a governmental figure fallen to corruption in the way he shouted the words out like they were undeniable truths. And then, another voice, out of nowhere. This voice was female, but rough to the ear, a result of a throat having sustained too many episodes of being choked, coughing, and crying. “Villain… monster… you are no son of mine!”. And upon the last word of the sentence a familiar voice cried out through the illusionary space. His voice filled with boiled up agony that would resonate with her soul before suddenly falling to a perfect quiet. There was nothing, nothing in mind, nothing in word, nothing in body, nothing in emotion. Merely nothing. As she’d experience the void inside Kei’s heart. The void he had forced upon himself in order to escape what he had been through. The void he now wore as a cloak while talking the shadows in wait of his moment to cleanse the world of the evil that brought him in it.



It came with regret. Forced into a set of dismay, her eyes widen in the openly reaction she could offer—So off guard, so unexpected.. and such a shock. The dark haired boy was an Uchiha and he was one of the few who bore the Doujutsu known as ‘Sharingan’, a special thing that allowed them to copy techinques and cast genjutsu, or invade a genjutsu. As the tomoe retated, she realized her error too late and she slipped from reality and actuality into dreamality—Deattaching from her body, she was sealed into her mind, as her body in a state of rest as her eyes mimic’d the crimson color of the Sharingan they stared into before closing, finalized the Genjutsu and hinting that he had placed her into one without failure. Within the same instance, the room around her began to change, bubbling like boiling water before it dissolved.. Replaced by pitch black and the ideal of nothingness which was defined to the ideal of an abyss, the depths of her mind like a scar remembered the crimson eyes of the Uchiha she stared into as she tried to define the situation she was in—It wasn’t a pop quiz, it wasn’t a question and at this point, she knew she was under some type of Genjutsu, but there was a point to this or she would’ve broke out of it or he would’ve casted it and then tried to kill her. This wasn’t an attempt to void her life, but something more.. Some type of deal. Kinshi new was pain felt like, she knew and understand what hurt was, she had suffered and was the one who suffered in inslience.. But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to hear. To the abyss around her, she heard words that were made to hurt, she didn’t have to understand them to know their point, she could ‘feel’ it, but she wanted to understand, so she stepped forward within this dream of a Genjutsu—Her arms to her sides as her body leaned forward with her head tilting slight, her aqualit eyes dimmly glowing as she found herself listening more careful. The words she heard reminded her of her own self, the things she always told herself.. The things she always felt regardless of being a young Jounin who has done so much, so quickly in her life—But.. She wasn’t ready to hear this.. She didn’t want to accept a reality that this Uchiha lived through, but she wanted to understand.. Or she would’ve broke out of it. She understood some people had it really hard.. Really bad.. Some went to abuse and some going through wars, and to her dismay, towards the very composed face she held, her lips parted as her eyes widened to hear the following words ‘You are no son of mine!’ it was a female voice.. And she found herself stabbed in the heart. The ice hand that held her heart squeezed as tightly as it could as her mind flashed back to the horrible thing she said to the Uchiha ‘God. Your mother must’ve not loved you.’.. Which was spot on.. Which was what Hanzaki was trying to warn her. One day her mouth could serious hurt others, which would hurt herself more. One hand trailing over to her heart, squeezing over the fibers of her high-cut top, her other hand was placed over her right hand as her eyes began to form a type of tears that she couldn’t quite understand. The world around her became quiet.. Not a single sound as she found herself beating herself up over such a heartless thing to say—She related more than most ever would, because she naturally cared.. Or was it because it hit a base with her and it hurt? Her eyes shifted downward as she concerned her sadness or pain. Within her mind, what if her father ever told her something like that? Her severe depression was caused by the amounts of stress due to all the things she tried to please her father for his affection or acceptance.. This activated a fear of being alone, her deepest fear.. Because what if someone that meant the most to her told her such things? She’ll be in the same boat as him.. No.. She would die.. She would’ve killed herself.. Like she tried in the past.. But was stopped by some ninja.. Within a few seconds to pass, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as her lips parted to form a few words. “I see.. But.. This does not explain the deal you desired..” she said. She knew she was still within his Genjutsu.. But, she was so mentality hurt atop of already being classed as mentality unstable, she could careless..



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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">The Genjutsu snapped out of effect in an instant and reality revealed Kei on one knee while holding his hands over his eyes that burned in their sockets like burning orbs roaring for mercy. Yet he couldn’t give it, even now, in this moment, where the resonation between their souls allowed them to feel her pain, if only for an instant, and it almost had jerked his soul free of the dark armor that held it. But then, then it returned…. That dreadful silence which had claimed him ever since those terrific events of his past. He arose, as he had stood before her when she first entered, eyes in which you could search as far as within the night sky but still you’d be unable to find the one that is Kei. Who he was now was nothing, a shadow, a carrier of but one order given by the authority that is his very being. “For their evil, they must perish. But I realize now, in the few months I’ve spent here under the name Kei Shirida, that I cannot impose justice so easily with the level of some of the Konoha Shinobi.” He knew that she was one of them but didn’t say nor acknowledge it. “If I were to claim vengeance now then my life might be claimed before I complete my task. I need you, daughter of the Hokage, to ensure that there will be no patrol around the southern parts of the Uchiha compound. I want you to clear me of any suspicion should there be any. In return you may request me any one thing and I will do it for you.”. The long speech held as much words as Kei had spoken during his time in Konoha and they were not without reason, nor without decisiveness. He spoke clear and lightly louder than normal; displaying some qualities that one could see as essential for leadership; an unseen wind blowing the bangs from his eyes to reveal a stern frown that was somewhat reminiscent of Akira, yet with more integrity. The lack of emotion was not merely a negative aspect it also held many positive qualities, especially for a shinobi, and even more so for a shinobi with focus.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;background:rgb(242,242,242);">Descending from a space of an illusion, her scarred and broken mentality found itself slipping back into it’s shell—Opening her eyes slowly, as if she had just woken up, she returned back to the familiar world around her.. The ‘safety’ of her Dojo and from the depths of everything she hid or lied about. A blury vision allowed her to see a figure on the floor—As the colors of the place around her became more clear, she spotted the Uchiha holding his hands over his eyes, no doubt it was stressful and painful to cast Genjutsu through his Sharingan.. Maybe.. He was still new to it, if so. It was rather impressive as most Uchiha have a bit of trouble. Standing in place, her body did not move forward or backwards, her eyes stared towards him as her face held composed with the last tear fading as it fell down her cheek, as if she was never fazed in the first place, but her mentality showed the truth—A girl who was simply depressed, and hid it from the world, someone who had shy and timid, but held a bit heart for others... but also a deep fear that controlled her. As she listened to his deal or rather request, it made sense as to why he showed her what he did, but it didn’t make sense as to why he came to her.. On the truth level, she agreed they must pay for such.. Horrid things that he no doubt consored from her—Crossing her arms, she leaned backwards against the door she closed as she stared towards him, her body resting against that door as she shook her head a bit. He wanted to kill them, but she couldn’t help but disagree with killing them, they needed to hurt more than that.. Death was eay and simple... But, he held such feelings that he would just want them to perish by his hands. “I understand your point and your reasoning.. I’ll help you.. This will not be out of pity towards you. I just.. Never mind.. My terms are simple. I want you to be my best friend.. I want you to come to me about anything and everything. You are to trust me with what you feel and know. You will not lie to me as I will not lie to you. As you do not betray me. I will not betray you. And also. You can’t kill Hanzaki, you will be killing two people, thus, it’ll seem fair to add that to the deal.” she said, her voice did not hold any means of disrespect, but also didn’t hold itself friendly—Kicking herself off the door lightly, she found herself stepping towards him slowly as her lips parted once more. “What made you come to me for such? Why would you ever assume or think someone of my status would help someone like you?” She asked, curiously. Her body ceasing in steps after she reached being about four steps away from him.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;background:rgb(242,242,242);">“The willingness to help reflects in your eyes, brighter than the full moon on a clear night’s sky. People may not see it. But I do. An unwavering resolve that stems from pain such as mine yet we’ve fallen down two different paths of darkness.”. In regards to her request to add to the deal he thought for a while in pure silence. He remained motionless as she walked closer until she was but a few feet away and standing in front of the steps that led up to the platform he stood on while he gazed back at her with his crimson eyes. “I will not touch the Salamander. But I cannot speak for the snakes not under my control.”. He stepped down from the platform on the second step of the small staircase and stood but two feet away from her. The moment seemed timeless, from how it continued to last in the perfect solitude of the dojo. And then he replied with a single nod of the head. After everything he merely nodded his head once, looked past her, his eyes turning back to black, and he’d make his way towards the door. “But remember. They die tonight.’ Looking over his shoulder, his lips moved but he didn’t say the words out loud so she’d only understand if she could read his lips. “I’ll try to learn… how to be this thing called a friend.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">Ah.. That was true.. She did have a willingness to help all those found within the same dark sea as her, she couldn’t deny or disagree, but it almost bothered her that he caught that from her—To the bright side, he did accept her terms, but he admitted the snakes were not controlled by him, but he agreed not to harm the Salamander, which was all she wanted from him and, undoubtedly, he quietly agreed to being her best friend. If what Kei had said was right, his mother and father were not only a harm to him, but others of the leaf, in a sense, this was an uchiha matter and not a Senju matter if she politically thought about it, it was also now a problem as it could mean danger for the whole village and possibly her father. A corrupted seed could grow others more corrupt and thus, the whole Uchiha clan could cause a war within the village—After their deaths, the clan would want answers of who did it and no doubt, Kinshi could give those answers flawlessly. She could frame someone if needed... However, the patrol could easily be removed by her orders... But she more so concerned about the boy making an error that she couldn’t cover up. As the boy motioned away to leave, she noticed his mouth release words that she couldn’t quite hear and barely understood, she got onlt the first four words and everything was just not even followed. “Wait. There is something I want to give you. It should help with proving your innocence if you somehow get caught.” She said, her hand extending out to him motioning him to wait—Jogging over to a desk that held a boxes within his shelfs, she pulled one and grabbed a steel container, it was kinda like some type of repellent. “I use this when I’m training those who don’t want to get caught being here. This is a chakracide. It used by those of the medical staff or ANBU. An ANBU named Moushi gave me it.. So. I want you to use it to help your case.” She said. As she grabbed it, she tossed it at Kei—Showing her committment in wanting to help him. “Tell me.. Before you got to do this task. Just speak into a pink flowe taht will be bloomed, it will be on your path there.” She added, as she tossed the item to him

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">He caught the item out of the air and pocketed it within the blink of an eye as he waited to hear her out. She seemed more than willing to help him in what he had to do. She understood. He had chosen correctly. However, it had dawned on him that what she has asked him to be in return might be something that won’t ever be in his nature. But at the very least he would try for he didn’t look like one who would break his word. –Chakracide, pink flower.- they were easy to remember as his mind went back to what he was going to have to do tonight. For the first time in over four years he would see them again, and more than that, he would kill them. Their lives would come to an end before midnight struck. Luckily he didn’t need to prepare, everything was set in place, as the only missing piece in his puzzle was she. She who, without his knowing, had become the closest thing to family he has ever known. One more nod was directed to her; he opened the doors, and left the Dojo. Thinking that he should say something friendly but the oppressive feeling in his chest stopped him from doing so; the first emotion he had felt in years.