Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160329204519/@comment-24937485-20160329204556

As agreed upon it, the deal accepted between two and as the deal, Kinshi loosened the patrol under the the excuse of a meeting that was taking place, it was an hour opening—It was a full moon, the sky held an abyss of clouds that lingered over the Uchiha clan’s side of the village. Within the depth’s of the Uchiha’s hold, there was a family of two, a male and female whom’s time has come, promised damnation and payback today was the perfect night—The streets were quiet, the fellow Uchiha clan were either asleep or in the meeting Kinshi called for with the power she abused for the sake of Kei. Being an Uchiha whom sought her out for help, under the promise of being a best friend, she agreed to help him both in and out of this trouble. Doing as she said, not a single soul but those asleep, Kinshi herself lingering around in the shadows and possibly Kei himself making his way to his former house—Lining his way, was a pink rose glowing near the bottom step to the entry to his former home, a rose that would greet Kei as Kinshi’s promise. They were corrupt and wholeheartedly would be a problem, a danger to Kei, fellow Uchiha and even the leaf village as a whole. Within the house known as “Kei’s”, a female with dark brown hair that could class as black wore a house dress in the color of dark blue, his mother—A male wearing dark pants with a white shirt sat near a window in an office room, consuming himself in his own world, as the wife actually sat sat on a couch reading a book. Unknowing of the horrors that would reveal to them. The winds were howling, the cold hand of death visiting the Kei’s house. Nothingness was what he wanted, to leave nothing behind, Kinshi would aid and nothing but the darkness would know the truth of what would happen on this night.





Two eyes appeared in the dead of night; emanating a faint red glow that sought through the darkness like a nightmare awoken. And then he stepped forth, out of the shades, as the pre-agreed upon time had come to pass. Everything was quiet, the moon a titan in the night that shone with majesty as if tonight carried a meaning greater than mortals could encompass. As if tonight was the beginning of a story that would forever be remembered yet its ending would remain forever unclear as its two leading actors were currently out in the dead of night. He didn’t see her, but he knew she was there when spotting the glowing rose that carried an air of tranquility. Kei stopped in his tracks just before the steps leading up to his house and looked up at the door he last saw over 4 years ago. And for the first time, since his life had been torn to pieces after that fateful day, he could feel something clenching his heart again. Something far different from the luminescent glow of Kinshi’s friendship, this was the bitter grip of fear. His eyelids widened as he placed a hand over his heavily beating heart while gritting his teeth. He hadn’t felt anything, for so long, yet now that the time had come for salvation to be met, it all came back to him, tormenting his mind, as flashbacks and fantasy began to mold in an unspeakable display of horror. “Perish….” He whispered. “Perish.” Now louder. “Perish!” Now shouting as he tore through the agony of fear and rushed inside like an animal let loose. His normally calm and collected nature was nowhere to be seen as he ran forward and kicked the door open before coming to a stop; a line of drool running down the side of his snarling lips. For one last time, he thought back about when he was younger. About how he had felt safe. And how they crushed that feeling of security by their wicked and abusive hands. And after that… Kei thought no more. He let it go, his eyes a blank canvas lacking the slightest trace of love and emotion; even though his cheeks were tainted by dried out tears. Unlike normal, he didn’t wear his robe and instead only a tight tanktop, regular flak pants, and open toed boots with his two chokuto strapped to his lower back. Then, in an instant flash of silver, both of the swords were drawn as Kei began to walk forth while dragging the tips of his swords over the floor his head hung low so that his visage was covered by his bangs as he stepped into the living room to come face to face with his mother. He never wondered if she even recognized him, though she must’ve heard him earlier due to his shouting and kicking in the door; followed by the haunting screech of his swords scratching the ground.



Dap. A pale finger of index graced along a white page of a book, her motioning hand turning the page as the same index later adjusted her glasses awhile her body snuggled more deeply into the couch—A mother without a fear nor a worry, whom disowned her own flesh and blood. A puppet under a man who wanted nothing more than foul intensions, a puppet willingly choosing such a foul ceauture over her own son, whom only desired the best for his mother. She deserved to ‘perish’. Whispers in the wind, an uneartly feel of pain, regret and fear lingered over the house in a force defining the entry of a boy that would shake every wooden board of the house—Breaking through the front door, the shouting of a boy held to the past and ‘forgotten’, met the hidden black eyes of a mother who stared in disbelief. Slipping out of her hand, the book dropped to the floor as the shaking of her body controlled her, trapped in a fear so tight she was unable to scream as her eyes stared into a boy, a boy so familiar.. The eyes of her son. Digging her back deeper into the couch, her mind was unable to render, her body locked in a fear—His eyes didn’t have emotion nor affection, he was a monster.. The son she bore, was not longer her son. Escaping through her shaking lips was a simple word, the only word her burised throat could summon forth from the depths of her fear. ‘Help..’. The wife not being the only one alerted by the announcement of their son, the male whom was trapped in his office under studies within corrupt poitical turned, reaching for his nearest weapon, he grapped a katana—Being about a foot and a half long, a black handle with red ribbon and an Uchiha charm on the hilt. Rushing down the hallway, his loud steps were heard echoing through the hallway upstairs, making his way through there to locate the stairs to goto his screaming wife, whom he may not make it to. Among these three, located outside the house the Uchiha known as Kei & family, Kinshi found herself appearing in a bust of cherry blossoms petals dancing, her body sitting down next to the white rose that shined in vain—In a heavy robe, a hat and a mask, her appearance heavily altered, as she acted as a guard just incase someone was to appear.



As if cutting through a veil of nothingness his swords bore down upon her in an x-shaped slash that seemed to have left no mark, at least not until two crossed lines of red started to show through her dress as the final 5 inches of his blade were blood-soaked; suggesting how deep the swords had gone. The cutting wind chakra around his blades had cleaved through her ribs without effort and left her organs severely damaged, especially her heart that wat almost cut in two. Then, the ‘man’ of the house appeared in the room and he’d see Kei turning 180 degrees on the spot while slashing his swords through his mother’s neck; leaving her head to topple onto the ground, looking up at her husband with lifeless eyes. Finishing the turn, the you Uchiha was seen to be covered in blood. The crimson liquid perfectly matched that of his Sharingan as he gazed into his father’s eyes and dropped the chokuto in his right hand as if to even the playing field before raising the left-held blade up at his father. His pose highly threatening as his left arm and the blunt side of his sword formed a perfectly horizontal line up until the blood-stained end of the blade where the tip curved slightly. With his head still leaned over in a psychotic pose his terrifying eyes would widen for a second and then he dashed off across the ground, his ponytail whipping in the air behind him, as he engaged the one who was responsible wrong bringing him into this world. –Before his lack of mercy killed the child that I was before I could ever see the world in a pure light. Before he destroyed my empathy….- Rage now arose in Kei’s eyes as he brought his sword back over his right shoulder, lowered his torso, and ran past his father’s left side while slashing his arm back out to aim and cleave the sharp side  of his Chokuto through the back of his father’s hip. After the attempted slash Kei came to a grinding halt on top of the wooden floorboards and turned to face his father again; his sword now held low at his left, blood dripping off the tip and onto the floor. He’d now finally look up so that his face would be clear to behold. The corner of his lips curling up into a smile ever so slightly, and then some more as a wicked grin overtook but it didn’t stop there as one could see when Kei began to laugh, softly at first but soon cackling like a maniac before finally he fell silent in an instant and looked at his father with the cold eyes and calm demeanor he was known for. “I can feel them coming back… with her death… and your blood. I can feel them surge through my blood like drugs… these emotions… this vivid sensation in my heart that pumps like the roaring assault of a horde of soldiers. But for you… you meaningless bag of bones… I will gladly resort to the cell of perfect silence that has been my home ever since you destroyed the home I grew up in as a child.” His mother’s decapitated head would roll over so that she was ‘looking’ away from her husband and son as if unable to witness what transpired. “Now watch me, father. Watch me as I destroy your world.”

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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);">Bore out of false pretenses, it appeared this pretense was becoming a seed sown in a field—Fading, a single live located within the depth’s of a scarred household perished. Tonight was the night, the color of the hour was crimson and it painted the dark wooden floors, as well as the white painted walls—Fore told.. Because the blood he spilled could no longer be undone, he’d be lying to himself if the Uchiha said he didn’t have fun, after his father was to fall down on the ground after what he has done to Kei.. He shouldn’t expect any sympathy. Before a Father’s eyes, black spheres locked onto the bloody couch his wife sat upon before his eyes trailed down to the rolling head that greeted his eyes with a cold-dead stare of lifelessness—Greeted by his son, his own flesh and blood, towards his own dismay.. He felt his ‘sins’ crawling up his back. He wasn’t prepared, he didn’t believe it.. This had to be a nightmare.. His son? A worthless piece of nothingness... Killed his own mother..? How did such trash get past the guards.. The Patrol..? The father thought he was guarded, he thought he was safe and most importantly, he thought he was untouchable, but this was all a pretense within his mind. Staring into the crimson eyes of his own son, a son whom he made a monster and abused—Kei Uchiha whom was too weak and worthless, a son who almost killed him once, the father feared his own son.. A son that was and will kill him this time. Locked into his own fear of mistakes, he was locating an answer of what could’ve went wrong as his body numbed in a sense of terror. Being armed, he held a katana but didn’t feel safe as his raging son rushed towards him. Held within Kei’s eyes was the intent to kill and no emotions held other wise besides that a monstrous beast, the calm and composed Kei was nothing more than a raging beast. As the father made a wrong move, he stepped backwards as if he wanted to flee, he no longer had power over his son.. His wife was dead and he finally felt his insignificance of weakness rolling in—As he stepped backwards, his son planted a slash towards his own father’s hip. As the second member’s blood was painted onto the floor and the hallway, the father fell forward as his hand was placed of his fresh wound—No one was going to save him, his wife saved him once, but she was gone now and his son held no remorse.. The female outside, she wasn’t going to save him. As his body crashed into the floor, the father’s arm guarded his face by hitting the floor first as his face planted on his arm—Laying in his own blood, the father tilted his head upward.. His eyes locking onto a smile of pleasure covered over Kei’s lips; a cold stare with a calm demeanor. This couldn’t be his son, this was not his son... He was too strong.. He was too smart and held.. Sharingan.. This was impossible. Looking over to the head of his wife that found itself staring towards the father.. Was now looking away—Everything he built to make him feel strong and empowered now fell, being lucky the first time, his luck was out. Attempting to keep his own power, the father found himself using the arm his fell on, his hand pressing into the bloody floor in an attempt to push himself up as his laughed—His father laughed at his son, his son who was raging and going insane. He wanted to ‘destroy’ his father’s world? It was priceless to him. As the father laughed, he expressed words. “A pathetic excuse like you? You are just a disappointment, one that not even me nor your mother loved.” The father said. Mocking his son as if he didn’t fear him at all. With the other hand gripping the katana held tightly in his hand, he was going to kill his son, or.. So he thought. It was such a beautiful night, the full moon shined behind the dancing clouds as it razed upon the female waiting, the smell of blood lingering out of the house behind her, as the voices intertwined with the breeze that trailed along her cheeks.

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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);">While lowering his sword to the ground Kei looked away from his father and pouted his lips, just a little, while gazing over the ground painted crimson as if caught in hypnosis. The fact that he was in this house and looking at blood not his own was somewhat bedazzling as it was unsettling. –Emotions…,- A sigh passed his lips and he tilted his head back up to look at his father while the two tomoe in his sharingan began to evolve… a third one forming in each eye. It looked most arrogant as the 5’6” fourteen year old then dropped his sword onto the ground and ran his bloodied hand back through his hair; combing the long locks backwards while sounding a groan as if he was tired of listening to the ramblings of a kid. “So. Very… boring….”. The old man would find himself gripped by an unseen force as Kei’s genjutsu had come into effect the moment their eyes had met and his father saw the Sharingan. As thus the young Uchiha could walk up right in front of the filthy excuse of a human being, without the ‘man’ even being able to react. He’d just stand there, frozen, watching as his son approached and unable to move a muscle. As he was trapped in the illusionary world of the Genjutsu Sharingan; standing in a room of pitch-black where a red paint-like substance continuously ran down the walls. <span style="font-family:Andalus,serif;">“ <span style="font-size:9pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Meiryo,sans-serif;background:rgb(242,242,242);">Magen: Kasegui no Jutsu”  In this middle of this illusionary space the abusive oppressor, now made victim, had felt the pain of four large spikes being driven through his body before the figure of Kei was seen bubbling out of the ground; blood-soaked. ‘Neither you nor her deserved such a thing as love. And the son you bore… never got to experience the meaning of it. I gained nothing, I lose nothing. But you… dog… you had everything.”. Within the Genjutsu, the crimson goo fell down around Kei to reveal him as an 8 year old boy with lifeless eyes who was holding a kunai and pointed it up at his father before then, without remorse, stabbing it inside his father’s gut. He’d then speak in his current-day voice while the child-like image of him twisted the kunai inside his father; who would experience the pain as real. “I’ve always known… you were scared of me since the day I was born. I felt it. Your jealousy and envy as you knew from day one that you’d no longer be important. But you had to be important, right? So you slammed and beat her until she could do nothing but follow your every beck n call. I could see it… the fear in your eyes when she looked at me, the jealousy, the worthlessness inside you. You, who were so alone till she found you, would even deny her this thing named love if it meant she would be with you. But you, and I, both know that she was never really with you. Just a puppet who was unable to love me, but absolutely hated and despised you. Every single word she ever told you, every time she yelled at me to please you, every time she hid her disgust while being touched by you at night… she lied…she lied…she lied and lied.” - Back in the real world, Kei’s father would be drooling on the floor while his mind was being contorted in the most vicious of ways. He’d remain in that lifeless position before a sudden kick would’ve snapped him out of it. And then another… and another… and another as Kei continued to stomp and smash his foot down on his father’s face that began to dent, crack, before a final kick completely crushed the man’s jaw and left him for dead; barely clinging onto his life. ”Am I not good enough?” Said Kei, not in taunt, but as a reflection on the past. A truth that would rip through flesh and bone. -- Two minutes later the Uchiha walked outside, leaving the door open, with only one sword back in its sheathe. With his new eyes he recognized her chakra flow immediately. He had hoped she would be there. Hoped. Who would’ve thought? Kei could hardly believe it himself. Yet there was no denying now she helped him fulfil what he was meant to do. “Thank you.” He said, now looking behind her as they stood shoulder to shoulder facing opposite directions. He’d stare into the night while she would now be able to look through the door to see the missing chokuto stabbed into the ground; having pierced his father’s skull like a piece of meat.

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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);">“Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes.. You were always the one they despised.. Noone will feel enough for you to ever cry.. So.. Close your eyes, this lullaby is a goodbye..” Lingering through the front door, a soft voice held itself bewitching and alluring—Each word pronounce held itself in a tone of a song that define and refined the situation within the house, aimed towards the father’s life fade into nothingness, to be one with the ‘perish’. Undoubtedly, Kei would hear this words, but not be familiar of the tone, as Kinshi never truly sung so simply before him—Understanding the situation for what it was, Kinshi simply sung the chapter close. Lying silent there before him, the crimson tears meant nothing to him now—Howling, the wind agaisnt the window pressed, the breeze lacking into a house now lifeless, bloody and loveless. The love that was never gave, it was offered once upon a time.. Even though it was never deserved—A mother beheaded laid with her hand over her heart as the other laid upon her lap, feet away on the floor, the mother’s head upon her cheek, her eyes closed with a soft smile of peace located over her pale lifeless lips. There was now nothing she could do, so.. She slept in the only memory of her son.. His dearest and only mother. As the whispers in the wind danced into the house, the breeze cricled the livingroom in a dance, as the whispers held ‘words’ of the heart—Here was a lullaby to close her eyes, a goodbye from her and Kei, to a father that destroyed a household that held promise. It was true, the father was always the one she and he despised.. Noone felt enough to cry for him.. So here was the lullaby to close his eyes.. Good bye. He was so insighificant, sleeping dormant inside the heart, it had finally revealed and became his downfall—Maybe.. If Kei had died, he wouldn’t have felt sad at all. So many seeds have been sown within this field, the crimson staining the walls in a fresh paint—They sprouted so blessedly, as the two perished. In a patience, the heavily dressed female known as Kinshi waited outside on the stairs in wait for Kei, she knew it was done, but she was concerned for the menality and emotional health of Kei—His father.. Was everything he hated, he was now empty, cold and fake, this was goodbye. As a ‘thank you’ slipped from the Uchiha’s voice as he walked out of this house, his hell, Kinshi stood up immedidately onto her, spinning around to look upon Kei—Flying off her head as she walked forward toward Kei, her hat laid upon the ground as she held out her arms walking towards Kei in a moderate pace. If he allowed it, Kinshi would’ve embraced the boy in a hug, despite the blood that may be on his body, Kinshi’s cheek would be placed against Kei’s left one as her arms would wrap around his back—A hug of friendship, a hug of welcome and a hug of concern; affection of a friend. “Goto my temple, I have clothes for you there and you can clean yourself off. I’ll take care of the mess h—..” She said, as she tried to reassuring him to the best of her ability, upon her saying this—A man appeared behind her, within the same type of clothes and interrupted her words. “I will take care of the mess, both of you dismiss yourselves. We will converse about this later.. Kinchan..” Male in tone, the hatted and robed male walked past both Kei and Kinshi and into the house, Kinshi had strings and thus was able to influence a few people, by throwing information around skilfully in the tongue of a snake without lying. Letting Kei go as this point, she would remove her coat and offer it to Kei to conceal his body—Picking up her hat and departing to her temple.

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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);">He’d be still in her arms, not hugging back nor pulling away he merely allowed it to happen while ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that crept over him. The exhale through his lips would let her know that he was more comfortable the moment she let go at which he nodded to what she said and followed her to the temple. Yet when she wanted to take off her coat for him, he’d shook his head as if to say “No” and instead used the transformation technique to appear like his clean, normal, self; dressed in a long robe. As they walked there was nothing that went through his mind except a feeling of inner peace and quiet. Although, clinging to this peace was the undeniable stain of murder that dirtied anyone who committed patricide and matricide. He wasn’t yet aware of the mark that had tainted his soul but with time would surely become aware. His sharingan de-activated as they came upon her temple and stepped inside. Not to be seen again until the following morning.

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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);">Never will be a sorry.. Where was the light? It could’ve been a wonder to where it was weeping.. Maybe.. Flying high in the clouds—Despite the calm and peace Kei felt, no dount it would seem like a mirage for now. Slipping her coat back on, Kinshi adjusted the hat upon her head to hide most of her face entrusting the man to clean up this mess—As the white rose dimmed in it’s glowm it dried up.. Or rather.. reversed in growth, seeding back up into the ground. As time pressed, as time pushed, Kinshi took off like a jet and rushed towards her temple, knowing that Kei was to follow.. But.. In the back of her mind, she felt concern.. She felt something that was going to become a problem later—As much as she didn’t wish to admit it, the ice made hand gripping her heart was squeezing down because she knew. As they dashed off, this night was only going to be a rumor, a deal between two and in hope, Kei was going to keep his end of the deal.