Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-25687356-20170828030008/@comment-24714922-20170831021054

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At the mentioning of the name Ranta Larizzai, Michirama would feel as if he had a sudden onset Migrane. He would grip his head tightly, the expression of pain on his face was clear and his eyes seemed to water, but he didn't look away from the beast. Death's voice was filling his mind, whispering hate and curses towards everything. This power was a curse and a blessing, he knew that Death was trying to mold him into someone to carry on his desire, and Michirama had to constantly tell himself that he was simply using Death to learn.

When Shukaku accused him of being evil, Michirama stepped forward "I AM NO MORE EVIL THAN YOU, DEATH IS DEAD! I admit it, our souls are intertwined, I am just as much him as he is me, but I am still ME" Before Michirama could say anymore, he felt the grip of Byachek on his shoulders, he looked back at the Knightly man, having someone who trusted him, who believed in him was welcoming. As Byachek cursed the beast and slammed his shield into Shukaku's flesh causing a hole to burn and the beast to back up, Michirama would feel glad, however, he could tell the others weren't so trusting. When Michirama's eyes fell on the seal of the prison, Michirama felt as if he was losing control of himself.

"Rip it off" echoed over and over in his mind, the instruction to kill his enemies, the warning that they would turn on him, it was becoming too much, Michirama would grip the sides of his head like it was going to tear in half "NO, I WONT" to the others, Michirama would seem to be losing his mind, yelling to a figure that wasn't there, tearing at his face like it was on fire "THEY WON'T ... I WON'T" Michirama's control of himself would be slipping and before he knew it had body flickered over to the cell of the cage and was rushing to break the seal that held Shukaku behind bars, if he was let loose, he didn't know if the Guardians could fight him off. As Michirama's hand reached out to pull off the seal, he would be straining with all his might to fight back this unbelievable urge. '"STOP ME!" ' was all he could call out.

Within his mind, he was fighting a battle, currently it was a losing battle, Death was much older than he was, much stronger, Michirama was still a child and was still learning. Death represented all the darkness in Michirama's heart, his hate towards his father, the pain he felt when he lost his mother, the understanding of the brutality of the ninja world. While Michirama represented the light within himself; his friends, the pride he felt when joining the Guardians, Korine the girl from the Guild, his love of the Hidden Leaf. The two sides of the one boy clashed in the center, darkness and light entwining together.

'"I AM MICHIRAMA SENJU! I WILL BE A SAVIOUR NOT A DESTROYER!" 'his hand at this point would be slowing down, inches away from the seal of the prison. '''"I'll prove ... you wrong beast! I locked you away once before!" he would be sweating profusely, shaking violently with the effort to stop himself  "AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN IF I HAVE TO!"'''