The OutSkirts of Suna rarely changed to even to a trained eye. The sand dune, the whiff’s of dust thrown every which way. The occasional rocky mound might make one believe they knew where they were but really was just a trick. Every lack luster object looked the same. The only way to truly know Suna was having been born in the region. As well as having a keen eye for the seemingly insignificant.
This brings us to a young white haired boy traveling in the desert. He was not such a being. Yes he had been born in the wasteland kindly called Suna. However he had no such keen eye. Thus he’d found himself lost in the desert for at least the 100th time. Kei a young chounin was still directionless and unable to figure out his way home. Neither could he validate why he’d been outside the gates of Suna, without them concluding the obvious.  Kei was attempting to go missing but, the reality was his goal has always been far from that. He did seek out missing ninja’s but only to hunt them, in his foolish pessimism.
Pessimism which completely took over his mind and made him depressed. Said depressions only relief is reducing others to his realm of suffering, and his suffering is simply his complete belief that no beings are free.  Kei believes all soul’s are delusional, however Missing ninja are the most foolish, and by that logic bringing about their downfall derives more joy. With that knowledge one could easily come to the conclusion, Kei would watch the gate.
Like most attempts at making this world a living hell for all that inhabit it. It was wrought with failure. On this occasion, the cause was the same as usual. He'd gotten lost in the desert and likely wouldn't find anyone.
It’d already been 7 hours into his “Missionâ€, 4 hours longer then desired. What made it worse was there was no evidence of Suna’s gate in sight.
Most residents of Suna could hardly believe such a feat possible. When your goal was simply stopping missing nin.  All you'd need to do is stay near the gate, while watching for any suspicious activity. And He'd done that before, it just never ended well. Each attempt guarding and watching the gate was inevitably ended by Anbu. Always complaining civilians or low ranked chunnin aren’t allowed to do such a task. Never mind the fact each Anbu would only argue he shouldn’t do their job…hours after he started. Enough time for any competent ninja or even incompetent like Kei to escape. Still He was sick of dealing with them so now he’d 150 to 200 meters before scanning for runners. Such a distance, by far exceeded the memory of the generally aloof boy. Thus Kei was stuck in this unfortunate predicament.
Of course the boy's aloofness would run out. Paving the way to a frustrated out lash like always. This time he choose to pointlessly kick up some sand and barked out a curse.
Such foolish rage had obvious consequences, no longer was his mouth shielded from the storm. So he received full blasts off sand in his gaping wide mouth. After the coughing and gagging subsided, he looked around half heartedly for what he initially sought out. To his amazement there it was, a shadowy figure running at extreme speed. Relieved his entire day hadn’t been an utter failure Kei charged after the shadowy figure.
Such luck also gave him hope he’d eventually find a way back home.
Closer and closer he got to the figure without noticing the oddity of his ability to reach the fleeing figure. The blur of a man was faster than him, in fact several times faster and yet Kei was unperturbed. Finally Kei had gotten close enough to the shadowy man, to completely recognize him.  Head to toe, he was covered in creamy white robes, so much so his eye’s weren’t visible. At this time Kei finally noticed what was strange .They were both running towards each other. What made matters worse was, the robed man had started performing handseal's. Kei immediately began his own seals but alas he was not quick enough. Fire shot out of the robed mans mouth directly into Kei's face. Shoving him back several feet, He remained only semi conscious. The last image he saw before passing out was a passionless being hovering over him and a boot slamming down on his scorched head.(Have KELLER HELP)
Part Two Depressed Panda
In a brightly lit alley way sori contemplated killing himself. He’d lost the only friend, he'd ever had. The man who had brought him out of his insanity as a homeless, bear skin wearing madman. Sori always had been more or less a lonely man child in need of companionship. Without this friend of his, he’d rather surprisingly recovered his lost memories. These original memories compounded his grief and threw him over the edge. It was as if someone had set a volatile element a flame. Rage consumed him and destruction was the only sedative which would work. By the time it and kicked in, his decrepit mansion was no more than hundreds of shattered plank. Which created the well lit alley, he now lay in. When an entity is so filled with emotion, and then reduced to nothing. All that’s left is a nose dive.
Life before escaping his cubicle sized prison was horrible and life after wards was almost as bad. Both were long periods of unimaginable loneliness and suffering. Sori wanted everything to end. Whimpering Sori repeatedly groaned “kill me..." for several minutes before deciding to take the task into his own hands.
He grabbed his bow reversed its position and skillfully pulled it back with his foot. Placed an arrow in and aimed the bow at his head, then fired
Part Three: Bored Monkey
Leaning back in an old barley stable chair, was a slender man with conspicuously wandering mind. His foot lightly tapped against the desk allowing his unbalanced position to persist.
Deep in thought Images of his two children flashed. His toe now tapped too hard against the side of his desk. Chair legs shifted to far backwards to allow for stability and it began its descent to the ground.
In the instant his foot left the desk it made a loud banging noise, as it once again returned to the ground.
Yet, the man gave no in-cling he knew of his in-pending disaster, his mind transfixed on both children, who were meant for greatness.
His eyes shifted up towards the ceiling and held them. The chair creaked and cracked as it fell. Minor splintering of the wood became evident in the chair's structure. His gaze gently shifted towards his right and left side, directly looking at the ground. Milliseconds away from hitting the ground, he gave a brief sigh. Then time seemed frozen by his serene appearance and by the speed of his action.
Now aside the once falling chair was the slender figure holding it up with both hands. He softly propped it up and sat down again.
In the same instant his door opened, to a scraggly deformed old man covered in light robes.
" Fumetsu, both subjects have been recovered as ordered." The old man said with a mild twinge in his voice.
Less than a second passed before Fumetsu was standing again. His movement so rapid, the chair smashed into the floor breaking two legs.
“You make good news, out to be bad news...why?" Fumetsu said in a monotone voice.
Quivering only unnoticeably to the trained eye, the deformed man replied quickly and recklessly. Unsure whether self praise or an expedient response was more prudent.
“Project 22..seemed to have been less stable then we initially believed....as we arrived, he attempted to end his life. I OF course intercepted his suicidal attack and blocked much of its power with my hand...However...It pierced threw and damaged his mind severely."
Again Fumetsu made little effort and moved within a close distance with lighting speed. Now side to side with his servant, he spoke once more while resting his hand on his shoulder.
"You have nothing to worry about...Now I want no interruptions, so rest"
In that instant Fumetsu's hand became a circular clomp of blood, which he slammed into the temple of his servant, knocking him out cold.
Without even a glance to the man who fell prey to his assault, he walked out his door into an expansive hall way.
Monkey/Panda=Weasel
From a cursory glance one couldn’t notice Fumetsu’s home was mansion like in size.  They would however notice the poor condition it lay in. Sand leaked from the ceiling; unhinged or broken door’s and wooden beams lay sprawled about the floor. None of this was without the notice of the slender man; in fact he seemed to be inspecting it as he casually traversed his domain. Where the damage was most intense, he’d even give a quick sneer.
Even with the immense size of the building it didn’t take long for him to reach his destination. Not even a fool could mistake the chamber he now resided in. Test tubes, beakers, crucible, Bunsen burner the list could go on, it was his lab.  The only things mildly unusual in this laboratory were the two human beings bound to the wall with every conceivable bind in existences.
With a smirk Fumetsu spoke up “I’m glad Soseki was competent enough to place you in here and not the prison. Have you found your stay enjoyable?â€
Neither of them replied at all, not even a groan of anguish. Clearly both were knocked out, Fumetsu cleared the distance as on previous occasions. Rapidly with little effort, and inspected both of them. The white haired boy was mildly bruised and could be aroused with a mild stimulus. The other could easily be mistaken as dead. Not even his dark red hair could cover up his blood drenched hair and splattered forehead. Â In the center of this mess was a small scorch mark likely the source of his survival.
Fumetsu’s hand glowed bright green just as it touched the red haired man’s forehead. The wounds on the Sori’s skull quickly dissipated. The only thing hinting at his attempted suicide which remained is his blood matted hair.
And then the depressed being awoke, obviously he could not be question less.
“who…..who are you?â€
Fumetsu’s eye’s met his prisoner, patted him on the head and walked off towards Kei.  Around that time Sori noticed his restraints and began struggling. It was a fruitless effort and he knew it. Yet he persisted with more vigor one would expect for a suicidal man.
Only after a side step he’d reached Kei.  No gentle treatment was given to the boy, like given to Sori. Instead he was awakened by a strong slap to the face. Unsurprising Kei arose with a curse and some rant about a feeling like a train hit him.
By this time Sori became increasingly perturbed by is imprisonment and just started yelling “why are we here!? What have we done to you?â€
Fumetsu turned to him and decided to finally be more vocal “You’ve failed to grow strong, that’s about it. And should it matter to someone who wants’ to die? Now, I have a rather complex procedure to do.I need silenceâ€
The simplicity of his argument stunned Sori, he just looked at Fumetsu perplexed. Now it was Kei’s turn.
It took him a bit of time to recover from getting hit and make sense of things. Â Not much did but living in the world of shinobi taught him, to not care. So He was okay with that and okay with being an ass.
“Well I wasn’t planning on killing myself, so I’m obliged to care. WHY are you doings this?â€
He thought to himself as he yelled obnoxiously* what more harm could he do…I’m probably already dead…or something*
Already fumetsu was absorbed in his work and found the comment’s directed at him far to obstructive to his work.  He replied by putting both chemical’s in hand down and started a long line of handseals. With nothing able to stop him both Kei and Sori could only yell in protest.  An action that only made Fumetsu laugh just before his technique was complete.  Silence took over the room and yet Sori continued yelling as well as Kei.
Back to his concoction Fumetsu went and he continued on this path for the next twenty minutes. At this point he had finished three vials that he’d worked on.
He quickly drank one out of the three vials he’d prepared and grabbed the others.  Leapt over to Sori and shot numerous tiny strands of blood to keep his mouth open. Then forced the contents down his mouth and quickly repeated the process with Kei.
All while leaving the Blood strands attached to their mouths and connected to him. He then began a set of handseals and more blood ripped out of him and started to consume both sand shinobi. Before long, both of them were large blobs of blood on the wall. Â Finally his handseal was completed and the blood receded into him. When the blood had gone, nothing of the two remained except the bounds which held them.
Instantly Fumetsu felt his strength expand, joy overtook him even with his experiments disappointing incompleteness.  And then his fun was spoiled, his eye’s became black and his skin started to contort every which way. Everything became suffering to him and the mind of both souls’s stabbed at his own. It drove him mad; he began stabbing himself every which way to combat the foreign object. But the two overpowered him; finally at the zenith of his destruction he slammed his head into a wall. Severally damaging his skull and knocked him out.
His body still furiously fighting the entire time he’d been out. His body silenced just before awakening.
Within Fumetsu mind both shinobi literally constrained his metaphorical body, Kei his legs and Sori his arms.
Kei yelled “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!â€
Fumetsu angrily screamed back while exerting as much strength to free himself “in my BEEPING BODY NOW STOP FIGHTING BACK!!!
Such information was certainly a shock to the system. Mostly to Kei since the other shinobi didn’t exactly want to live.  For a long time Kei was amid deep thought pertaining to his issue. Without really realizing anything at all, except that Fumetsu couldn’t control his body anymore then they could. Knowing this he decided to confront Him again. Since his own attempts at solving their predicament had been fruitless.
“Why don’t you tell us….why …and how for that matter this happened and maybe we’ll be cooperative. If not we can just stay like this for as long as you’d like.â€
Furious that his mind was somehow unable to defeat two of his barley passing experiments. Of course this made him reluctant but his inability to free himself for as long as he had. Proved doing it by forces was seemingly a fruitless attempt.
“Okay I’ll tell you…but at the end of it you’ll realize all hope is lost…and finally end your resistance.
I’m your father, or brother or something like that. The point is I created you …after the fact of your birth of course.â€
“What! “
Sori shouted almost as quizzically as angrily
“Don’t interrupt or I may decide not to finish!†that of course was unlikely but he disliked the interruptions which would likely prolong his bondage.
He waited shortly for another uprising before going. When non commenced he did.
“ You see I had a predicament, I had no bloodline and it continually made me inferior to all others. So I started experimenting on ways to retrieve them from others. Eventually whala there I had it, I promptly forced my application on a chakra less servant. All appeared well until I looked at his cells, they were dying at twice the rate they should. After further investigation I realized my technique was fine, it’s just his body could not sustain the bloodlines enormous power.
Transferring chakra temporarily could hold off the death of cells but it wasn’t permanent. I eventually figured out a Permanent solution, however it vastly disfigured him and the whole exchange barley became a plus. Yes he had the chakra and bloodline but he was unable to grow stronger so It was a failure.
Transferring chakra with tissue of a foreign body seemed to harm the body more than aid. Thus I had to make a procedure to prevent this and that’s where you experiment 22 and 32 come in. You were to give me the stamina I needed 22 or Sori and you were to give me chakra 32. My only real failing was being unable to make you mentally stable, long enough to procure more power. If I can only absorb two more bloodlines It wasn’t an entire waste of time….SO I ate you and ABSORBED YOU! THERE IS ABESOLUTLY NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO REVERSE IT! …
He calmed down before starting up again “ do you finally see the futility in fighting me….â€
Kei gave it a bit of thought but didn’t really get anywhere. Not until Sori spoke up did anything change in the slightest. “  No…Not really, you can’t control your body and we seem to have control….Why you thought we’d give up and let you win is beyond me. You are right though..I want to kill myself…So Why not now!?†At that moment the chakra of Sori’s surged into Fumetsu’s body and the resulting struggle eliminated them both.
Stupid+Bored+depressed=Weasel…..
Kei arose with a massive headache, griping the top of his head blood fell down his hand. “aw well that explains it.†He said not recognizing his voice.
Panicked he started saying other things randomly “ blu blah ble blue bla, I don’t understand this at all!! Wait… I remember…..â€
Being eaten fighting on the inside and being given life by Sori….he stood up looked around the room and yelled “where the BEEEP am I That ALLOWS THIS BEEP!
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