Do you know that fate works in mysterious ways? It never truly leaves but keeps on with you forever throughout your mortal life. it will decide how you live and there is no way of going against. Your fate changes only because it allows it not because you did something. Everything you do is controlled to a precise point and if you think you can run away. You are horribly wrong. Is that what fools these days think> That they are the weavers of fate? That they control what happens in the world around them. Maybe the strong do but you..haha.. of course not. Your past present and future are all laid out for you. Carefully planned. You cannot run from what has been and will be. Just like your past. No matter who you kill, where you hide, who you become, the past cannot be changed. It is a heavy burden. A chain that weighs down on your life that cannot be easily be broken. You may get farther and farther away from the end, but like a spring it will always jump back and in full force too. It has been awhile since Yasuo was forced to remember their ill fated life. The peace they had here was so easily broken. It was a dull rhythmic way of life of a civilian. It was too easy. Too peaceful. Too happy. No one like them, a monster who doesn't deserve their breathe, can be happy for long. The lows were always stronger than the highs. And they were truly going low.

Sitting in a cell, Yasuo was surprised Kirigakure even had one. Guess that cannot really kill every criminal they had, just most of them. Although with Yasuo's charges, they had plenty of reason to do so. An foreign dignitary from the land of Honey came baring accusations against Yasuo with plenty of evidence. Smuggling. Theft. Rape. Murder. Cannibalism. Prostitution. Spying. Sabotage. Harassment. Blackmail. Torture. Kidnapping. Hijacking. Resistance against authority. Escaping. The dignitary presented evidence via witness reports, chakra signatures, blood, dna, etc however because it was one of their own nin, one that despite now having the best of reputation due to their god awful aura, was casually regarded as property of Osada Sero Jr, a monstrous man who many feared. Even though he was out of the village on some mission, they still feared how to handle the situation. So some anbu snatched Yasuo up whilst in the city and thrown them in a jail after stripping them of all weapons and tools (who the fuck carries around miniature spiders)whilst they kept the dignitary and his group busy as they investigated his claims.

Yasuo did not feel too worried. If things went south, the twins would come rescue them as they always did. Besides Yasuo doubted the evidence they had. The twins were highly experienced women who had been criminals since the day there were born. The only way Yasuo could have been linked to this was if someone planted evidence, found it, and tipped him off. And they were not sure who was behind it.

If Sero did return today, he would meet plenty of ninja who would try to distract or deter him as much as possible whilst hiding the whole issue. They would not want to anger him and just sweep the entire thing under the rug. They were already in the midst of a random blizzard and tonight the sky was pitch black. The last thing they wanted was the land to be soaked red.

596~

Sero walked the path of his island. Robes burned at the hem near the bottom and tattered with blood. He did not mind nor question the damage to his clothes since he had been sent to deal with a group of arsonists. His only concern was that Yasuo would be displeased that his work would once again be damaged. So it had come to be a pattern between the two. Yasuo would craft an extravagant robe for Sero and in turn when wearing it Sero would be faced with battle and it would become damaged in some way. Clothing was simply a fragile thing like that. Still Sero would provide them with fabric and other such materials and they would seem sated for a time. He had wondered just how irritated Yasuo truly was since all they ever gave was a mild complaint before returning to service. Still his grey eyes looked ahead up the path and pondered his return and avoiding Yasuo for the time being. Until he could change and perhaps stashing the robes. He knew it wouldn't work as Yasuo was very detail oriented and a drastic change of clothing would be noted. Like a child avoiding his Nanny Sero contemplated ways around the situation at hand.

However his eyes would shift to the shadowy movement of one in the courtyard. He would pause as his own long silver hair would sway in the breeze. His hand shifting to his hip where a katana rested as Sero focused out his senses. They were silent but not quiet enough. He could hear their breathing and sense their fear. Like a stink in the air they were afraid of him. He paused his steps making it obvious he was onto them and in a short moment three ANBU with kiri markings approached. How odd it would be that someone from the village with training like his own would fear him. He waited without releasing his Katana as all three landed before him. They glanced at his hold on his weapon before one stepped forward and bowed. His eyes never leaving Sero's weapon as he spoke. "Lord Osada we have come to review your past mission reports. There is some doubts in the council that all is accurate and we simply wish to confirm our reports with your personal collection. This is by order of the council and you are required to wait outside. Please do not offer resistance" The last part sounded almost pleading to him. He would pause a moment before he would release his grip on his katana and nod. Relief was visible in them but Sero had nothing to hide. He was always accurate in his reports.

However a small spider no bigger than a fingernail would slowly lower down from a branch above. Its legs crawling its way down its web to lower onto Sero's ear and whisper. "Lies...they kills my brothers who intervene.....they takes our friend away. Mother is unhappy....mother is angry...they arrest our friend....lock him in cage." With that the spider crawled away into the clothing where it was warm and safe. Sero paused and turned his eyes on the three as they turned to walk away. A flash of danger freezing them in their steps. It felt suddenly like an overwhelming beast was upon them. Like their end had come in the night on the land they tread on as their graves. They turned as they placed hands on weapons. Alwen was out of the country but there was one they could have taken. One he cared for above others. Almost as important to him as Nozomi. He looked them in the eye as he tilted his head. Speaking one sentence. "Where is Yasuo?"

They backed up a little and gripped their blades tighter. Each holding a tanto as if unsure it would do them any good. One spoke up that had spoken before and with a shaking voice. "Yasuo is wanted in connection to a great deal of crimes in the country of honey. You are not to see them as it is...is forbidden by,,,,by" They stopped talking as it seemed to them like Sero had grown more and more with each passing word. A shadow looming over them now as they each drew weapons. They were to keep him here and yet now they questioned those orders. How anyone could be expected to hold this thing in his own land...in his home was beyond them. With a scream the woman on the far right of Sero charged forward trying to fulfill her duty. The others flinched at the sound and were too slow to back her up. In fear they lacked coordination and so She went at him alone. With a flick Sero moved his hand and the sound of bone cracking behind her mask was audible as he backhanded her. He form crashing into a tree and shattering the bark. There she slumped and one could tell her chest still rose and fell in slumber. Her face broken but her body living.

The other two shifted stance and moved to either side of Sero. Flanking him as they met each others gaze. Even as eyes met they moved forward. A flurry of stabs from both sides were sent to subdue but all they managed to catch in their stabs was a simple after image. An illusion any genin would recognize. The moment their blades met air they knew they had flawed in their calculations. A pale hand rose out of the shadows beneath the man on the right and gripped his weapon hand. Cracking the wrist as his free hand gripped the man by the chin and spun driving him into the ground. The last one charged to try and slash at Sero only to find Sero stepping into the charge and elbowing him in the sternum hard enough to make him vomit and pass out. With that done Sero turned and headed into the village. Three individuals breathing in the dirt of his island.

It would only take mere minutes for Sero to arrive at the only prison that still stood within Kiri. A prison for foreigners that didn't accept the policy Kiri had set forth. As the guards took up post with halberds on the wall and Katana on the ground a mist began to roll in. Thick and blanketing the grounds. Few knew what was coming but those that did knew the anger of Sero and how it bent the mist around him. Like a blanket of fine cotton it covered the grounds and an alarm was raised. The Iron gates were slammed shut and men mobilized into two lines of seven. Katana in the front and Halberd in the back. Fourteen guards outside and at least the warden within. They stood there with sweat dripping as they waited and watched the gate. The mist was too thick to see beyond the iron bars and yet a pale hand reached out of it. Fingers gripping the bars and with a loud and sudden wrenching noise the gate was yanked from stone into the mist. In strode Sero like a gliding phantom. He stood there in white robes with a steel horned chest plate. White fur over his right shoulder and two Katana in his left waist. When he spoke a dark wave dimmed the area and washed over the prison. As the wave would pass each person would hear him as if he stood before them.

"I have come for what is mine. You will return Yasuo to me. I will discover truth over your assumptions and if you stand against me, I will proceed through you."

1293

The investigators sighed as they finished going through all the evidence. People gathered as they came to a conclusion. Masa Yasuo, from an overwhelming amount of evidence was charged guilty for all crimes against the Land of Honey, and was to be handed over to their authorities to be properly punished. Kirigakure will formerly denounce them tomorrow morning when they will be shipped out with the dignitary and his entourage. They will not be accused of housing an international criminal, even if they were Sero's property. As of tomorrow morning they will wipe their hands clean of them and get rid of them. Good riddance too. The less monster in the Water Country the better. No matter what Sero tries, they will not let him overturn their decision unless he wanted to be accused as an accomplice too. The dignitary huffed in approval and left the room, thanking a man hidden in a corner who simply smiled wickedly. All was going according to plan. It is so easy to get your way with money and a few tricks.

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"I just want a little time with them" That voice....Yasuo felt their breathe stop as their eyes widen. The guard was not an anbu agent or anything. For some reason they had all run off somewhere. Not that Yasuo had any chance of detecting them. Upon capture their chakra was sealed away to the point they only had enough to keep breathing and nothing else. It was disorientating to say the least. They felt it running through their veins, the power to make them suffer, all of them. It was something they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into obtaining even it were a lesser amount than average. That is what they told themselves. That they worked hard and could obtain the power to protect themselves. They did everything to become a chakra user. So without it, they felt naked, vulnerable, weak. And that awful gut feeling...time stopped when a body fell and must have been carried away if the dragging was any indictation. A man's voice, someone middle age, chuckled darkly and whispered, sending a few shadows away in the flickering candle light. They spoke as if the guard was not dead if the smell of iron was any indication. The coppery scent for once made Yasuo nausous. Their body felt cold. That voice..."Really? Thank you for your time"

The door cracked open, and Yasuo picked up their head, eyes widening in surprise and fear. For once they appeared like a dear caught in headlights. No... their mind whispered in dread. Please do not let it be him. No no NO! Yasuo was shivering in fear as a man walked inside their dim cell. Their uncle, Amore 'Kurohebi' Mizuki..a man they had not seen in years, and they hoped not for a lifetime."You are still beautiful as ever Yume though that black looks heinous darling" Mizuki chuckled, smiling lovingly down at Yasuo's form. Even after these years, he still looked the same as ever. He is a tall man of about six foot three with reddish brown curly hair that stop roughly at his shoulders. His most interesting characteristics are his eyes. With complete heterochromia iridum, his left eye is reddish-garnet color like their mother. However, his right eye is an icy blue. It glimmered in amusement as Yasuo's trembling figure. Although Yasuo was not too much shorter, they felt themselves shrink as they feel to onto their butt, meeting his gaze as they crawled back into a corner feeling their heart sink to the floor as they realized they had no escape.

"You can't speak? Too shocked to see me? I know, you must be ecstatic to see me. It has been so long...But now we can be a family again! You always wanted that did you not? It was pretty hard finding where you were darling. Your big brother went on a trip only to come home to find you gone. I was pretty mad about it but I have forgiven you. It was not your fault anyway. That bitch just had to ruin everything just because she was a little jealous. Honestly, I only married her for business, you know, money problems. I have to keep my image do I not? Regardless you do not have to worry about her anymore. I made sure to take care of it so she will never come between our love haha however you know big brother loves you a lot right? I spent three years, three whole years looking for you but I was never seemingly able to. You were always just out of reach. Of course that was not your fault. My innocent Yume would never do such heinous things. It was those heathens. They are the ones to blame. Honestly I do not know why you always protected those brats. They have always been a source of trouble for you and father and I know they only got worse after mother passed away. Stealing, fighting, getting all sorts of messes. It is a wonder that father had not thrown them out sooner"


They had not realized that tears pouring drown their face in ripplets one after the other. Mizuki actually looked perturbed "I am sorry. Did I upset you? I know the past is not something you are really fond of talking about the past but it is important to know that despite everything I will always protect you" Mizuki knelt down to Yasuo's level and craddled their cheek, wipping some of the onslaught of tears away. No no no no.Flithy. I feel flithy. Stop. Stop STOP IT. DONT TOUCH ME. PLEASE. NO.

It was a bit pathetic to see. Masa Yasuo, necrophiliac, cannibal, monster, pervert, waste of skin quaking in fear. They were incredibly deadly, able to stomp out threats with but a touch. Yet they could not move when in the face of this adversary. It was like they were a child all over again, powerless and left to this man's mercy. They could not move. They could not speak. All they wanted was to die. They were reminded that no one can run from their past.

Perhaps their own death would be their true escape.

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With Sero....

A large force met the Osada at the Gates, prepped to engaged him. They were hoping for the best possible outcome and Sero would let this go quietly; never truly caring for the employee aside from their work. Toss him aside like trash as he did to so many others. All of Kiri knew him as a monster, a beast, the epitome of death and despair. Although his heart beats, he does not bleed. Although he looks like one them, he were just wearing the skin. He was not human. He was a creature. The only thing you could trust was he would get the job done in the name of Kiri. But honestly, they all wondered how long that would last. Probably not much longer too. By the time he had arrived, the decision had been made and a boat was being prepared to escort the people from the Land of Honey and the prisoner back to where they came from to deliver proper punishment. One of the Anbu Captains moved forward and told him of Yasuo's crimes and their charge. The Captain tried to persuade Sero to stop what he was doing or else they will have reason to believe he knew all about this and was an accomplice, if so, they would use force to put him down.

1874~

Sero stood before them as grey eyes watched the forces unblinking before him. His head would shift slowly as he scanned their ranks. He could see the sweat on their brow. The air reeked of fear and slowly he inhaled it. One man would step forward and grips would tighten on weapons and all before him would watch them closely. Ready to charge forward to their commanders side. He could tell this man was their leader. A low growl would fill the air like a rumbling storm coming over the mountain. His eyes shifted and met this mans as he stopped approaching. Explaining the situation that had been hidden from Sero and why. All would of been well had they simply waited for him to confirm this for himself. Yasuo was his ward and as such his responsibility. Summed up Yasuo was his and no one had thought to approach him with this first. They knew this was his before they stole the servant or they would not have stood in his way now. What truly caught the breath of every man there was how Sero suddenly snapped his hand closed with the sound of bones cracking from the sheer force of it like knuckles popping but every joint. They would take him down they said. A challenge issued to him.

A small smile pressed on his thin pale lips. The ants wished to threaten him....It was almost adorable that they would dare to step out of their bounds. As if in response the grass between them wilted and died and color began to fade from the world into almost a dark grey. Whispers echoed across the courtyard like a distant group of people. Laughter mixed with tormented screams from the deepest shadows. Sero rolled his neck slowly as he seemed to peel from himself like mist peeling off. By the time he finished rolling his neck two of him now stood before them. A simple clone technique but still the smell of fear increased like a torrent. Sero would glance at himself before his clone would let two sticks, striped as they may be they were weapons of renown, slip from his sleeves into his hands. With that Sero returned to looking back to the commander of this force before he spoke. His voice echoed by a thousand different echoes from the shadows like it came from all around them.

"Put....me....down. An entertaining concept. However I will be running my own investigation. As such you will not keep Yasuo from me. Regardless of your insistence to the contrary. Be grateful that your service to your village grants you credit to your lives. However pain will be yours until the lesson is learned. You can not stop me."

With that the clone suddenly stepped and was in front of the commander. Both Rattan sticks slamming up across each other like an x into his chin before being pushed through and launching him upwards. With that Sero clone took a second step and was on the right flank of the group and a flurry of blows began to rain down on them far faster than any of them could handle. Those on the far right would suffer getting cracked across joints and heads as bones cracked from the impact. Men flew left and right. Original Sero Launched up to the peak of the commanders height and launched both his feet into the mans gut. Launching himself over the prison and high into the air while the commander slammed into the ground and sent up a cloud of dirt. From above his eyes caught sight of lanterns and a boat being prepared. His feet found a flag pole and he launched off it. His body flying out to sea.

Even as the boat was prepared and they escorted Yasuo out they did so quickly. Eager to get the prisoner and the foreigners out of there before Sero broke through. The worker at the end of the dock heard an ever so slight sound from the mist covered waters. Like something light touching the surface. He peeked over as a small ripple reached the shore and tried to stare into the mist. His eyes straining to see through it before he noticed the wall of mist was growing closer. A rippling wave across the surface. He looked to the side and saw the water retreating from the shore and the boat lowering and felt it then. The feeling of a monster in the mist watching him. He turned but his legs would not function. He looked to those that just reached the dock and whispered "Help me please...:" No sooner had he finished the mist swallowed him and the end of the dock and silence fell. The boat scraped the sands as the water drained back and the ropes strained to hold it in place. A sizzle suddenly could be heard from the end of the dock as mist seemed to peel back to the steam rising from blackened spots on the wood. Sero stood there watching them. His lips opened and he spoke and as he did all the color in the world seemed to fade entirely to black and white. No other hue stood before his voice.

"Who stands witness against my ward?"
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Amore chuckled and began inspecting Yasuo's raven hair in the roguish hands, examining the feeling of satin between his fingertips."You know, it was hard to find you after you were kidnapped.  My wife, well ex-wife, did a pretty good job of hiding what happened to you. I was away on a business trip that took quite longer than I liked, but I had not expected so much change when I left. I knew about the Doctor's background. It is why I hired him. Would keep pests off the grounds and stay hush about my shadier business dealings. Though when I found out how much he tainted my poor Yume and forced you to commit various atrocities I was seething with anger and rightly so. I am glad I tracked him down. He managed to get away from his captors but I found him not long after. These shinobi a colleague recommend, so uncouth but do wondrous work. Resembles some of the magic back in the Land of Demons. Oh I'm getting off track are I not? Well let's say, you won't hear a single peep from him anytime soon. Does it not make you leap with joy dear"

Amore got comfortable on the ridged ground to stay level with Yasuo "I know it should, at least about the Twins. I tried to get rid of the pest for months now but it was difficult to track them down. They must have picked up a few tricks here and there along the years. Pity you were not with them as it would have made finding you so much easier. I barely managed to get any answer when I got Hikari, Kuro managed to slipped away just in time. Had to really pry it out of here and get a little rough though it did wonder for my stress. You really had me worried you know. I mean when Kuro came back for her sister's corpse which I knew she would, I was half expecting for her to bring you along. But I am glad you did not."

Frozen, it was as if time stopped and the world no longer moved. Their breath escaped them and they did not bother chasing after it. Gravity turned on itself and the room shifted. Icey, humid, frigid, blazing. A cold sweat broke out on their back and they felt suffocated from some heat. Bile collected in their throat and their stomach churned. Had they heard him right?"From the look on your face I guess you did not know? You are not surprised that Hikari is dead but the circumstances. This seems shocking to you. Were you told otherwise? I told you those girls are lying pieces of filth. Can't do anything with them." Kami...

A husky voice and a knock at the door interrupted them. A man of medium build dressed in some sort of light weight amor "Sir?"

Hissing, Amore got on their feet qucikly as he was interrupted. There was only loathing and an undeniable promise of suffering in his eyes at the subordinate. "What!? Can your freaky eyes not see I am busy. What possessed you to interrupt me"

Unperturbed, the masked man did not hesitate in the slightest as they delivered the bad news. "The Osada has broken through and is demanding the thing. The boat is unusable now as he managed to get forcibly dock it. It might be good to make our escape now" The hired mercenary ninja was not too keen on staying around for too long, especially since someone managed to dock their ship. They did not plan on staying on it for a while longer but it would have saved them the trouble. They had a backup plan and he wanted to get through it as much as possible. Osada Sero Jr was just as or possibly more fearsome as his father.

Amore understood the significance of the situation but it did not make it as less bothersome."Kami, why does that beast keep bothering us. I thought if I took out enough of his spiders and stomped out a few of his men that he would know to stay back. Whatever, let's get out of here. Come on Yume, time to go home"

Mizuki was elated. There were obstacles along the way but they had their dear Yume back, mostly. They would need to restore her body as it was too much like a man now though not quite. Perhaps they could actually fit her and get rid of the bloody appendage, proper breasts and organs so that they can carry their child once again. The fact their ex-wife had to gall to brutalize his Yume's body and kill their child was astounding. Did she not see how precious a life was, of a family member? Good then she is not family anymore that bitch. Just thinking about that woman sickened him but her fate made him quite happy. He went a few rounds beating her but he knew it was not enough. He did that anyway when he needed to punish her. Plus she called Yume a whore so she needed to see what it really meant to be one. He ended up selling her to a sex slave ring once he acquired all of her family's fortune. Last he heard, she did of some disease whilst someone was handling her and they used her for parts before throwing her in some ditch. Amore distinctly remembers having a feast when he heard with his child and some colleagues who found it hilarious too. Ah, well as was well now that Yume was back. All they need to do was get out of here. One of the men he has hired has some sort of summoning beast that can reserve summon them back to the Land of Demons since that is where his summons resides. It will take them back. Meanwhile, explosive tags were set all over the building by his hired men when they took out some of the guards that will be going off in 3...2...1...Boom.

2904~

Sero would stand there as the docks slowly lit on fire around him. The flames licking the wood and growing as he would walk the path down the docks. The boat itself catching flame and burning down rapidly along with the dock. Only after Sero had reached shore by a couple meters did the water surge back in. Wiping away the mess of burnt timber and screws. Lapping back and forth as if thrilled to be allowed back into its natural order. Only to be hidden as the mist rolled back over the waves leaving them as only an echoing sound. Grey eyes looked up to the prison as he tilted his head. Contemplating the best way to enter. It was only after a moment of contemplation that both Sero and his clone would see it. A flash of light before the boom. Both Sero and the clone seemed to fade into a white blur behind cover. His clone behind a wagon and himself behind a boulder. The explosion rose high into the sky and sent rubble pelting down. The guards and ANBU caught outside fighting Sero were knocked down sustaining light injuries. Of course this didn't include those who had been taken down by the man who came for Yasuo. A pity but nothing could be done about it.

Sero and his clone would both step through the rubble and smoke. Ignoring the injured for the time being. He only owned one explosive note so he doubted he would be blamed for this level of destruction. However the fact that so many had been used meant whoever had taken Yasuo had financial connections. Not cheap those notes. Both Sero and his clone stepped and flashed through the rubble into the hallway where Yasuo would of been. They glanced at each other before moving down the hall. Stopping in the center side by side as they gazed upon an empty cell. The clone spoke first of the two.

"We were too late."

"True though we learned much."

"Someone has been studying us."

"Best we study them too. Figure where they have gone."

"Agreed. I believe you have a solution? Yasuo's chakra signature is already out of our tracking range. That suggests teleportation if thats possible."

"It is indeed. We ourselves do it."

"Fair point. I will return now. This conversation has become little more than a delay."

Sero would nod then. His clone stepping forth and turning to mist as it joined with him. Sero would let out a breath before inhaling through his nose. That scent was new. A couple of them piled upon Yasuo's recently. He would commit that scent to memory. Fear and loathing hung with it. He could almost taste it on the air. Still there would be a response team to the area soon. He needed to file his own report and not be here to avoid a confrontation again. The village would learn not to hide these things from him. What resided on his island was his. To take it without so much as asking permission. Whoever this man was that orchestrated all this was being very naughty. He would need to be taught some manners. There was one more matter to address though. Sero smiled at the prospect that there were more answers to come. One of the men he had taken from the dock. Alive for a reason though he would soon wish he was not. With another Step Sero was away from the prison and moving across the waters surface fast enough for it to knock up a wave on either side of him. In a matter of minutes he had returned to his island and like a gust of wind he was through the front gate and even the door and down to the basement. Once there he would lift his hand up and point his palm at a wall. Slowly a line would form as if burned there before spreading out into a seal. Gradually growing until it was a full circle. Only then did it grow dark and even pitch black through out the seal. Suddenly the man from the docks fell through. Clawing his way rabidly to a corner and curling up there holding his knee's to his chest. His eyes wide with terror and madness. His clothes tattered as if clawed at. It was then that he saw Sero and his lip began to tremble as tears moved down his cheeks. He wordlessly moved his lips in a silent beg but Sero was already looming over him. A thin smile on his lips.

"I have questions, sadly for you, I believe you have answers."

3000
Exit thread
Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique 1500/1500
Water Release:  Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death 1500/1500 trained

It started as a dream, walking lucidly through the crowded streets, healed and normalized. Death was like a pass time and only a faint smell of blood lingered on their clothing. Groceries, supplies, a small skewer of dango. It were simple, peaceful, uneventful. A dull lull in the madness of life. Distraction, that was all it was. A distraction from pain, of life, of woe, misery, loss. It seemed that was the only constant in their life. They bled, fought, crawled, begged to hold on to everything, all that were precious, all that made sense in this bubble of chaos. Although they craved the thrill of the hunt, the chase, of life. They also cherished the tranquility offered here. The past year...or so...god has it been that long? They had not noticed, no one had. They drifted into this land and melted seamless into its land, its people, naturally or unnaturally so depending on who you asked, as if they were there to begin with. As if it was rightfully so. Gone was the constant running, hiding, chasing, killing. The twins were not as their side and their silence felt like a hot knife. Small slithering chattering voices of the children did not soothe the ache but distracted them. The manner large, and imposing even when redecorated. It was as if the ghosts had never felt this land but rather owned it. Every creak in a board or hush wish in the breeze was a dull reminder of the weariness of age. They came to know every corner of that place well. It was not wrong. I'm tired. So very tired. Of everything. What's the point of this? Of my suffering? Truly I am detestable but even so...do I not deserve a chance? To live? Breathe? Enjoy life? I am a monster for that is what survives. I am a beast for that is what fights. I am human for that is what perseveres. I am not man nor woman but a being. I am broken. Scared. Tired. Humiliated. Nothing. I am nothing. I will be nothing. I will be...

Darkness enveloped them as their body finally gave out on them. The last thing they saw was a glimpse of him and crows and it all faded.

3286~
Trained:
REA C2 - C3 (700/700)
SPD C2 - C3 (700/700)
END C - C3 (1875/1875)
11wc left over

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