Pursuit. [Private]

[Keigo Oen]

....Ashes to Ashes...​

• • • • • [col]...The pouring mist settled in the area as the crows and owls stared from their posts far off in the distance, ash clouds and soot, dust of the fallen, hidden in the field... nothing could be as tainted as this night was. The eyes of the fallen victims of the wars passing. The ghosts of beyond, all partook in the rituals of the dead. Among them all... a man,wearing the eerie void of darkness, with a blank white mask...The Spinning symbol of the one to praise the Gods, the book of the holiness... altogether as one prepared the altar.
          
          A stone table out looking the field as the essence of those that had fallen victim to pointless bloodshed, only to be set free before their time. This was yet another instance, intervention had to take hold. However, the smell of maggots and rotten flesh filled the direct area... the puss filled warts covering the reaper's beloved stench sat before the unknown figure. He was without word nor motion yet, it seemed he waited. With such poise one could wonder if he was a ghost himself, waiting on the reaper's clutch into the beyond.
          
          Silence, that decrepit bereavement of darkness' dying downfall destroyed behind the curtains of demise. This emotion. This feeling, surreal to most. unreal to others, and ideal to those who understood the underworlds of the afterlife. From the clutches of freedom, brought forth the absolute mortality of those who thought above it. Making those 'gods' of man, nothing more than another peasant to the honor of those who spoke and breathed the truth of their words. A call in the night, calling for those spirits to come forth...
          
          Souji wanted it... this was going to make him achieve the next level, recently he had gotten some texts from Haruka's mother, the books all showed him the things that would bring him closer to Teleos... but. If this was infact true that would mean that Haruka's mother could summon the dead. Souls could be reaped... and this would make Souji another reaper for the damned. What would come of this? He didnt know... not yet.

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]Darkness. In some strange way, the complete darkness of night was a comfort. The lack of detail filled the world, until all were evenly buried within it's depth. It placed the world on an equal standing, not one person at an advantage over another. At least, that was the theory. Whether that theory held true or not was of no consequence. The mere fact that it existed was enough comfort to last until the first rays of sun broke through. Night would typically hold some sort of mystery, some fear of the unknown, though the rare few find it to be different. The night was peaceful, quiet. No sound to hear save the whispers of the wind. Well, the wind and the occasional passer-by, much less commonplace than during typical daytime hours. It was the perfect time for reflection. Not something often acted upon, but frequently thought of. Though, wasn't that the purpose of reflection - to think? Think and Remember. To turn focus towards something higher than the simple day-to-day activities. Teleos.
          
          It was never much of a concern before; the concept of Teleos being something mostly talked about by elders, and not really relevant to a young child's life. That sort of thought process wasn't important. Realizing the falsehood of that thinking was a step in the proper direction in and of itself. It came as almost a surprise to realize that, in discerning the importance of that oneness, that completeness, the first step in achieving such goal became possible. That first step every young child must make, the beginning of a journey that was sure to take the entirety of their life to complete. The journey beyond that first step was different for everyone, yet filled with similarities. It was a journey best shared with like-minded individuals, working individually towards their own goal, while, whether intentionally or not, assisting others towards theirs as well.
          
          Kimi wandered, the night her salvation, her guide, her refuge. It was the place, more than anywhere else, that she felt at home. Not because of the darkness or the shadows, but for the silence it brought. It was a time when she could get away from the crazy hustle of the average person, and listen to what was really important - the natural sounds of the rhythm of life. The music that it felt only played in the silence. Violin in hand, she rose the bow to the instrument, and played the first haunting notes. Her eyes tightly shut, it was as if nothing existed save her music. A somber tune, it echoed through the empty streets, the abandoned alleys, through openings and clearings alike. Most who heard the song would brush it off, the music blending with the natural sounds so well, most half-sleeping minds would consider it nothing but the whispers of the wind. It was the best time for such things. This was the moment. That time when she was most at home. Kimi at her most Kimi. It was these moments that she truly felt the whispers of the Gods...the calling to be more. Girl and nature blending together until there was nothing but the music.
          
          It was in that moment that she could feel her mother's presence. The woman she never knew, bringing a new sort of power and emotion to the song of the earth. The sorrowful melody turning darker, a haunting tune of despair and longing. It was as if the world could feel the things that the young girl only now allowed herself to feel, and brought them to a head, pulling them from her until there was no stopping the emergence. The world twisting them and carrying them as if it was it's own voice. For a moment, woman and daughter were as one, the young girl following the footsteps of her mother, though she had no way of knowing. Maybe destiny, or something not so complicated, was leading her actions to such a place, she cared not. All that existed was the music.

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[Keigo Oen]

...And dusk to dusk...​

• • • [col]Infectious, the blood continued to be poured into the clouds of mist as they rolled in, the symbol of his religion under him and clutched within his gloved hand. He would nod deeply with concern, knowing the sacrifices to come would be a blunder if he were not the saint of his religion. "...Pascha. Dominus Nokuzu revelare spiritus. Revelare rabidi Lacesso, spiritum in hoc corpus." he would whisper into the wind with an unwavering tongue. The gathering of what was to become a spectacle, the corner's of his eyes would catch the glimpse of a flock approaching. Normally, the cloaked man would have prepared to defend himself, but this was different. Hostility and animosity did not fill the night air; curiosity and observation however, did. There was little known to him about what would transpire. However, he would preform a new ritual, and it would be something meaningful.
      
      Normally, it would be something that Souji could deny, but his body yearned for this. He needed to complete this in his life and there was something that was forever going to be here. The music... The music that was always going to be present within the current folly of life. This music... held no chakra. Held no jutsu. It was pure... and it was meek. It was something enchanting and with his demeanor shaken with it. Souji would pause his dwellings, and turn to the direction of the violinist. It wasnt too far off. Floating over to her, well it looked like he was floating, the cloak covered his feet perfectly. The smell dwindled as he peer from around an old Oak tree... seeing the young mistress of the night. Unafraid of who she bothered... unwavering in her emotional tune.
      
      It was this... That Souji smiled upon... someone that was favorable upon the night. Someone who wallowed in it. Souji himself was a glutton of the night, but this girl was in a league of her own. 'Hm~ the approach Souji~ how shall you approach~', nodding to himself he would tilt his head disrobing himself and revealing his normal attire. Soon he would be found stepping into the vast shadows that eclipsed the light rays from the moon. It was as if the stars in the sky all sung the hymn to the moon to bring the glory that was the light... and yet Souji was still able to completely cover himself as he appeared emerging from the ground as the shadows detached from him as they would anyone surfacing from the water... it was was if the shadows themselves dripped from his body yet he was not wet.
      
      "You play... beautifully.", speaking softly as he would end up appearing behind her. Though his back was turned looking up at the stars and it was as if there was someone beside him... the silhouette of a woman, similar to her standing there with him yet she would not move, and Souji's body would not move either. He'd simply continue speaking, "I... believe that the night... and twilight hours like this... are the best for clearing your mind... wouldnt you agree?", still not moving... Souji's body wouldnt even twitch. What kind of ominous nonsense was this.
      

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]The world turned, and as it turned, so did Kimi play. It was as natural as breathing, arguably moreso. The world continuing its motions around her, moving with her, absorbing her song into itself as she became one with that which was around her. It was the one place she truly felt at home. With her starting at the Academy, she feared she would no longer have time or energy for her late night ventures. Schooling would be difficult - she knew that when she signed up; she simply wasn’t sure she could give up her time with nature’s song. At present, however, not even the slightest hint of that thought could be found. Nothing crossed through her mind that was not a direct line connecting her to the music of the earth.
          
          The song twisted and turned, each slight adjustment in the wind around her causing the song to turn in just as slight a way, blending completely with the world around. Long hair swept to the side as the wind blew past, though the girl paid it no mind. Even when her face was all but fully obscured by her long bangs, she made no motion save the violin. The moonlight seemed to shine on her from directly above, casting her world in a pale glow. The deep blue of her violin seemed to reach out to the moonlight, calling its rays onto itself, projecting them forth as the moon does the sun. The bow glittered as if speckled with stars. The instrument was beautiful at any time, but one look at it now would reveal the truth – it was made for the night. The owner of the instrument was no different. Her hair, as black as the darkest of shadows, seemed to cast her entire figure in a silhouette of black, blending flawlessly with not only her clothing, but the shadow of the earth as well. Her being was blanketed in black, a faceless avatar for the instrument she held. Her eyes, were they to be opened, would shine the same light blue they always did, the shadowy light only serving to intensify their brightness. It was almost a shame that she kept them shut, her face so peaceful that, if one didn’t know better, they would mistake her for sleeping.
          
          A sound, the faintest whisper of a new piece to the symphony, caught her ear, though she made no sign of noticing. It was a sound she could only explain as shadows being washed away. She was no longer alone. Her knowledge confirmed once the newcomer spoke. His voice was soft, anyone farther away, with less skill for the delicate shifting changes of the sounds around them, would have missed what he said. Bu t the girl missed nothing. The song shifted ever so slightly, the world accommodating for the intruder. It shifted, but did not stop.
          
          To cease playing when the song had just begun to reach its crescendo would be a crime. Not even allowing the voice of her new companion to break the serenade, she continued, weaving an intricate web of notes, ever increasing in volume, yet maintaining the same sort of subtlety that tied it all together. The haunting refrain grew until it seemed that one lone instrument held by a single small girl couldn’t possibly hold it in. Just as it reached the peak, it dropped, flowing quickly into a quiet, almost inaudible melody. An undertone, more than anything else. Still holding the same emotion, yet lacking quite the same level of intensity, it was then that the girl opened her eyes. Her posture relaxed ever so slightly as she played on, the music dimmed to the point of a whispering wind. Now. Now she was ready to address her newfound companion. You very nearly interrupted my song! her thought begged to be released, but she forced it aside. Now was not the time for snappy remarks. No, this was a time of calm musings. The song was at its ending, well, as much of an ending as it can have, and no real harm was done. "Why thank you.” Kimi took the compliment in stride. There was no point denying that the music was not perfect, though she really couldn’t take the credit for that. She was simply a channel through which the music flowed, translating itself from the vaguest hint of reality into the tune that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
          
          Still playing a soft tune, she popped up on her toes for just long enough to make a small quarter turn in the other’s direction. It wasn’t enough that she was actually facing them, but enough to signal that she was, in fact, devoting a portion of her conscious thought towards them, and the conversation. It was a sign of respect that, if the visitor were to know her they would know, was a rare occurrence for her. The way the visitor seemed to just…appear…intrigued her. She heard not his approach, despite her connection with everything around her. It wasn’t until he began to emerge that his presence became known. It made her respect them, if only a little. More than she would typically give a random bystander who decided it was prudent to interrupt her song. ”I find this time to be best suited towards reflection. So yes, it is.” she spoke in an almost melodic way, even her voice complimenting the song she still played.

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[Keigo Oen]

...to the ones no longer with us...​

• • • • • [col]Breathing heavy, even panting... the ghosts of the night all howled a similar tune. They were all looking for a way home. A Way to escape this unimaginable fate that they had found themselves to be bound to. Chained to the iniquities of their trangressions... some false... some wrongs... but each of their fates were the same. Souji was beginning to realize that he could see... he could feel them... he could even touch them. His Seal, over time, expanded his mind. It allowed him to see things that normal humans could see and in this he could show others, even have them experience what he was experience. The power of the mind was so extraordinary, sometimes he forgot that he was one of the few that was a Genjutsu expert. He was something of a leading role model when it came to it. His famiyl being known for such works. Shamanism. They worked with the naturality of the world around them... Souji was different though. He walked a different line and was swaying to his own rhythm.
          
          "...You are confident in your abilities... Indeed I see... and your mind is crafted quite differently... A true child of the night.", poise. his answer direct and to the point much like if he were to be trying something more out. He was testing himself and her at the same time. However looking up into the stars, something would not be said about the shimmering beauty. "What is it that you reflect on? Anything... or anyone?", he didnt move but he would still look up into the sky. His back still turned to her and his mind still covered. He didnt know if she was some sort of Yamanaka... how he hated those buggers. They were like viruses that entered your mind and literally tried to take over.
          
          Either way, now turning to Kimi, to truly see her he would look deeply into her eyes for the moment and try to connect with the woman she would become and the being next to him someone that was watching over her. Every step of the way... who was this person to her. "Do you have anyone... you have lost? Maybe someone that has died in your past that you wish you could say something to?", tilting his head and looking at her the woman seemed to stifle a weeping cry... Maybe Kimi would hear it... but he wasnt sure. Either way... this would be the beginning. Maybe she would get something out of this, maybe he would as well. Gigg-...*is shot*
          

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]It was, by all accounts, a strange occurrence. Never before had the consistent ritual of music been broken. Night after night without end, the music of the earth, channeled through the female, floated through the air. And, night after night, said music was uninterrupted. Every night…until now. It was strange, to her, that it would be that night, of all nights, that would have been interrupted. That night in which, seven years ago, a small child first made her way through the maze of a city. She had followed a figure she couldn’t identify, yet felt so at home with, to that exact spot. The same figure at who’s encouragement, convinced the small child to take out the violin, and slide bow against string. The figure who’s steady presence led her through the motions, teaching her the way of the song…teaching her to listen. That was the first night she heard the song.
          
          Nearly every night since, the girl returned to that exact spot, playing the ever-changing song. That shadowed figure no longer led her in her path, no longer showed itself to the girl, but she knew they were still there. She could feel their presence in every note, every breath. It was the only time she could feel that peace. The spirit comforted her in ways she never understood. Kimi heard tell of a mother’s love being the most pure, wholesome love in existence. The young girl never knew such love, instead being filled with a longing she could never quite express. A longing that could only be sated by her nightly playing. Many a night, the young girl had fallen asleep under the starry sky, waking feeling as though she had been wrapped in a warm embrace throughout the entire night. That constant presence soothed her longing, almost made her forget that she was alone. Alone with a father who was hardly ever around, too busy with his job to be home for his young child, and a violin – the only thing left to remind the girl of the mother she never knew. The mother she had apparently shared so much with…the mother who shown so brightly through her daughter that the girl’s father couldn’t even look at her most days without seeing her mother reflected in her very being.
          
          ”Reflection is best done within the confines of the mind…Speaking aloud can break the safety of the moment…” she muttered, a rather defensive action. She had never spoken to another of her purpose for being there, and, as such, wasn’t sure if she could trust the newcomer. Neverless, not a moment later, she reconsidered. This guy…he was different from the day-to-day people she dealt with…that much was obvious just by his way of speaking. He called her a child of the night. She supposed that was what she had become. The motherless child adopted by the night itself. Had she lost anyone? Someone who died? ”Mother…” her voice was barely above a whisper as the single word escaped her lips. A word she had never actually spoken aloud. Any typical reference to her mother was by name alone, never any sort of familial title. She surprised herself with it. She bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.
          
          The music faltered.
          

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[Keigo Oen]

...let us speak with absolute....​

• • • • • [col]It was very obvious what was going on. Souji had stumbled upon the remains of a young girl who had lost... the ultimate person in everyones's life to lose. It would seem... Souji had not felt this loss, but however he was able to feed into the emotions because of how he lost comrades in battle. It was no where near the same... and especially with how young she could have been when she lost the woman. Awful. To be in a world for so long without the one that was, theoretically, supposed to coddle you through your hardships. Help you up when you were down.. and all the above. She hadnt experienced that, and Souji knew that once she knew what was truly happening that she would likely sob greatly... something he would be okay with. He would shed the tears for her if he could... but it was better if she got it out.
          
          "We all need time for reflection... it helps us keep our faults in check so we dont continuously make the same mistakes...", nodding he couldnt help but look back to her mother, "Do you think she wants to speak to you? If so, I may allow you both to speak to one another..." Souji knew this was a horrid post but he kept getting distracted and no one would leave him alone within his home... Sorry Kimi.
          
          

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]The music picked back up, the momentary break in composure covered up as the tune played on. Even so, it was as if it was a different song. Where once it was deep in sadness, now it was something much more...contemplative. It was as if the girl's emotions were the ones affecting the world around them, and not the world affecting her. A single tear slid down her cheek, though her hair hid it from view. For once, Kimi was grateful for the long bangs hiding her face. Why did this stranger have to come to visit her now? This was her time. Hers and her mothers. She couldn't let her emotions keep her from playing her tune. It wasn't complete yet. She didn't know what it was missing, but it was certainly missing something. It was strange. Usually the single violin filled the air in just the right way, complimenting the natural sounds to create a full symphony, but this time, it was as if one of the musicians never showed up to play. It was wrong. The girl had no idea what could possibly have been causing the disconnect, and was extremely frustrated by it. Was it her fault that things weren't sounding the same? Was it due to her lack of full concentration? Somehow she didn't think so. It was almost as if the world was just telling her to take a break. And if there was one thing she'd learned over the years, it was this. If the forces of nature were telling her something, she should really listen to them. So, with a sigh, she played the final notes, sliding the bow across the string in a final goodbye. Her song done, she dropped the violin to her side, her hand holding onto it tightly.
          
          It was then that she turned to face the other full on. The darkness blurred his appearance, even more than her vision alone would accomplish. The two combined to leave her still just as clueless to who he was as she had been in the beginning. It was then that he made a proposal that was all-together unexpected...she could talk to her mother? Kimi had never really thought too hard about what she was losing out on by not knowing her mother. She tried not to think about it, not wanting to cause herself too much grief. Her mother was dead...and it was all her fault. Of course, she had never even spoken those words in the private of her dark retreat. No, she hadn't even told the whispering winds of her true feelings towards her mother's death. Her father told her once that it was out of her control...that she shouldn't blame herself...but she knew. She knew that he secretly blamed her. That was why he wasn't home very often anymore. He couldn't stand to look at her and see just how much she was growing to be her mother. The thought of actually meeting the woman..well, it was terrifying. She didn't tell the visitor that, however. Instead, she said something just as, well, surprising in a sense. "I wouldn't know what to say..." she glanced towards the ground, her hair covering the vast majority of her face. "...but...it would be...nice...to meet her..." she added after a moment's silence. If that guy was playing some sort of trick on her, well, it wouldn't be pretty. But for some reason, Kimi didn't think that. She could just...tell...that he wasn't trying to fool her or anything of the sort. Somehow, she just knew that he was being honest. He really could provide some way for them to meet.
          

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[Keigo Oen]

...confirmation in our minds...​

• • • • • [col]Faith. Sometimes it was enough to deal with life alone. Blinded in the sins of others or just the weakness of those you trusted with your life. This was not the same for Miss Kimi though, her mother.... was always watching over her. Always there with her... and he would give her the visions to be able to expand her mind to see those who were gone from her that wished her well. It was always good to have the knowing in your heart and mind always there... Guiding you. Souji would give Kimi a soft smile as she spoke... her eyes full of wonder. Full of hope. Something that Souji lost in many parts of his life and he didnt know how to gain some of those things back. Either way he knew what he had to do. Placing a hand on her head, he's smile and look up to the sky...
          
          His hand would cast a genjutsu on her, but it was more of a physical... kinetic presence along with a visual and audial. He did not want to change her will but the combination of senses would allow her to see what he was seeing for a brief period of time. If her eyes were still open she would still be able to see the image of her mother appear next to him. The woman gazing at her mother, and this time she would be able to physically touch her... Souji could put her back into this realm. Though that was a question he would have for her later. "Go Kimi...greet your mother.", nodding he couldnt help but smile as he released her head and moved aside. Their.... interaction would only be noted. This was literally the spirit of her mother, but she would be able to feel and see what Souji felt... just for this moment.
          
          This was going to be an amazing reunion...

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'Song is a courtesy of Haruka'​

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]Kimi watched the taller person's actions with curiosity. She had no real idea what was going to happen, but she was definately curious. She blinked as a sort of feeling flooded her senses, her eyes widening with shock as it was no longer just the two of them there. There was nothing that could have been done to prepare anyone there for the moment daughter and mother set eyes on each other for the first time. Most likely not even Souji could understand the importance of that moment. A young girl who's entire life was built around the fact her mother had gone...now facing that very same woman for the first time. It was as if an impossible dream had come alive. "M-mother?" her voice was hesitant, not really sure if what she was seeing was real or not. She took an even more hesitant step forward, reaching out an empty hand towards the figure. Her violin laying all but forgotten on the cold ground. Her hand was shaking, betraying the emotion she was trying so hard to hide beneath the surface. There was so much going on at once, the young girl hardly remembered to breathe. She took another step forward, her fingers brushing up against strands of hair nearly as long as hers. A tear slid down her cheek, and she let it fall to the ground. "Mother." She said again, her voice no more sure, yet slightly stronger. She squinted, her eyes searching the figure's appearance as if to take everything in for the first time. The two really did look identical. She took another step, until the two of them were mere inches apart. She then glanced at the person who made it all possible. "You...you did this..." she looked back to the figure of her mother. It was strange. For the first time, she felt some sort of kinship with the woman who gave birth to her those twelve years ago.
          
          The young girl stared openly at the figure of her mother, trying to figure out what to say. What did you say to a woman you never met, who was supposed to be such an integral part of your life? I'm sorry I inadvertently caused your death. It just didn't work like that. Instead, Kimi did the one thing she knew felt right above all else. She reached out, and nearly fell into her mother's arms, hugging her. She could feel herself starting to tear up, but couldn't be bothered enough to care. For the first time in her entire life, she was able to hug her mother. That alone was what she was thinking of. She stayed there for a few minutes, just holding her, tears flowing freely, before turning back to the visitor. "Thank...you..." acting pretty much solely on impulse, she half sprinted over to him, and wrapped her arms around him in a grateful hug. She pulled away awkwardly after a few moments, not sure what he would think of the whole thing. "S-sorry..." she muttered.

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[Keigo Oen]

...the one truest notion...​

• • • • • [col]Solace, something many people should have the pleasure of feeling especially at her age. She was delicate like an untainted flower. However, the night had dwelled within her for quite sometime. Souji wanted to bring it all out of her. The power... the spirit she had and the soul she was yearning to guide her. Her mother, the one she had lost. He didnt know when she died but he knew that it was her that he wanted to give back to Kimi. he knew... that she deserved it. With how deeply wrapped her mind was. It was very honest to believe that with the turning of the clock that every moment her mother stayed dead it would be a moment that would be forever missed. Something that she shouldnt be missing... something that she should have the chance to cherish and honor. Souji would be breaking the laws of the land by doing this...
          
          "Kimi... I would like to bless you with something I feel you deserve... but first I have to ask...", nodding he would look back up to the sky his heart yearned to allow someone to feel... good by the gift he'd been bestowed. The Gods gave him this... but it was illegal to use in the village... how much sense did it make? It didnt make any sense but... either way, it was something that he would believe was the right thing to do. No child should have to live without their mother. And if he could do it for anyone this seemed to be just right... he didnt know why. It just felt right. "Would you like to have your mother back?", awaiting her response he'd wonder how she'd react to such a ploy... he'd be able to do that and more if she wanted. Permanent revival.
          
          This was going to be an amazing reunion...

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'Song is a courtesy of Haruka'​

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]Kimi gave him a look that could only be described as one you would give a person who just had their head cut off, and was still walking around as if nothing had happened, holding their disembodied head in their arm. She looked from the ghostly figure of her mother, to the strange individual, and back to her mother. Everything seemed so surreal. She wasn't sure what to think about it really. She was looking at her mother for the first time ever, and she had no idea how to react. Then, there was this talk of bringing her mother to life. The woman who, by all rights, should never have died. Her death was an unfortunate accident that couldn't have been remedied. An event that inevitably molded the young girl's life from the time she was born. That single event had come to define nearly everything about her childhood. Her habits, her likes, even some dislikes were founded in what her mother was. Even looking at the figure of her mother now, all she could see was the ways she was similar to her, and how to break away from that, while maintaining that sense of closeness with her. She wanted to be LIKE her mother. She didn't want to BE her mother. And that was all her father seemed to want from her. She loved her dad, she really did, but she wasn't willing to live her life that way. It was part of the reason she even went to the academy to begin with. Something her mother never would have done, but her father most certainly would have. It separated her from the woman she loved in her own way.
          
          That brought her to the question at hand. Given the choice, would she want her mother alive? It was never really something she put much thought into, but there she was, given the choice, so now she has to put some thought towards it. The child in her wanted nothing more than to know what other kids did, growing up with a mother who loved and cared for you. She couldn't imagine anything better. Then, the logical side of her kicked in. How would that even work? Her mother couldn't simply go back to living her life as she had, everyone knew she had died those twelve years ago. It wasn't like everything could just become normal again. It just didn't work that way. Things were never that simple. Last on her list of things to consider was how it would affect her. Her music. What would happen with her mother back. She would lose everything that tied her to the music of the earth, that song that was shared with her through the loss and sadness. That sadness that causes a small girl to grow beyond her years, and to find a sense of peace within herself. Then. The final point. The question itself. "Back?" she couldn't help but sound surprised. "Just how long ago do you...uh...mister?" She cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "You do realize...my mother...died when I was born..." She shared that bit of information, almost expecting it to change his mind about bringing her back. Realizing just how deep of shit it would bring about would probably make the decision even more difficult. This was, of course, all working on the assumption that he could, in fact, accomplish said resurrecting, a thing Kimi wasn't sure was actually possible.
          
          ((OOC: MFT))

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[Keigo Oen]

Blinking, Souji couldnt help but to shed a tear... shaking hsi head a bit as if he couldnt believe it could happen. Though he had heard of that sort of thing happening alot. This was his chance to undo something the Gods allowed to happen. Would he be playing God by bringing her back to this realm? Maybe... but this girl never got to know her mother. Souji would not have been the same person today if he had not had his mother in his life. She nurtured him. Kept him safe... and did everything in her power to help him learn and grow. Teaching him everything she could about jutsu and the life force. Souji wanted that for this girl, and he would give her something else with it... it would be a perfect union! So Souji would kneel before Kimi speaking, "I am Yukata Souji, Guardian of the Shadows and everything within Iwagakure. And I am about to change your life.", nodding he would look up to her mother, "By bringing her into your life for the first time.", nodding he would stand to his feet.

First he would roll his shoulders, this technique was the Dead Soul Technique. The ability to bring the body back and a soul within just for a period of time until Souji was able to complete the technique. She would not decay. as her body wouldnt be technically real, but for a period of time she would be solid. Returning to how she was in her prime... right as she was pregnant with Kimi. So going through a slew of handseals he'd finally reach his hand out to the spirit of Kimi's mother. Then another towards Kimi, "If you wish to know your mother like you should've take my hand... as she has... and I will make the bond last another lifetime that should be the present.", nodding Souji's eyes would gaze down to Kimi.

If she took his hand he would merely say, "Mrtvé duše obrození schopnosti.", and his chakra would mix with her and the spirits then would seal into Kimi, she would feel a rush of chakra... and as the chakra would come into her body she would begin to see her mother become solid... a body tied to her and as long as the seal was with Kimi, she would have her mother in physical form. The seal would be a music note... simple... but as she grew the note would become more complex. As the song in her heart and soul grew... This was Souji's bond with her.

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[Kimi]

• • • • • [col]So he did have a name. Kimi brushed her hair from her face once again, looking directly at the man. He said he would change her life forever. If only she knew exactly what that included. She probably would have seemed a little more excited, and a lot less...cautious. Even so, she was strangely excited. She wasn't completely sure what to expect from the entire thing, but she figured it couldn't be that horrible. He seemed nice enough, and he understood enough about her and her situation that it was a small comfort. She looked him in the eye as he knelt in front of her, just about as tall now as the young girl was standing. A small smile graced her face, though she said nothing. To speak now would be to break the feel of the moment, a thing she wasn't willing to risk doing. He offered her a hand, and she reached out to place hers in it, his hand quite a bit bigger than hers. On impulse, she then reached out to take the hand of her mother, completing a circle. She was nervous, sure, but excited. She would have her mother. All previous worries gone, she could focus on nothing but the actions of the man...Souji...and her mother. She heard his voice, the words blending with the natural sounds into a melody of its own. The chakra spreading between the two blended with the sounds, creating a symphony of senses that Kimi couldn't even begin to explain, yet knew it as familiar as the hair on her head.
          
          A few moments later, as the feelings subsided into something much more normal and sustainable, she released his hand. She turned to Souji, and smiled. Her small hand still holding tightly on to her mother's. "Thank you...Oh...and..I'm..Kimi. Academy Student. Yeah..." she trailed off awkwardly, remembering that she hadn't introduced herself, even though he had. It was then that she realized her violin laid abandoned on the ground. "Shit!" she exclaimed in a very un-Kimi-like fashion, half sprinting over to the abandoned instrument. Her mother's hand sliding from hers as she launched herself at the violin. She picked it up and dusted it off, worrying that it had been harmed. Noting that the blue-black instrument hadn't suffered any immediate harm, she put it gently back in it's case.

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[Keigo Oen]

The ritual was done, and the power was given and the circle of one was completed. Kimi would have her mother, and would have power and Souji would have a bond with them both. It was amazing how the mind worked and how things such as this would come to pass. Souji's hand would leave Kimi's for a moment, "I believe... that this is completed and now... Even with the seal, you'll have something that no other student will have...", nodding his stoic features gazing down at the petite young girl, her hair flowing like a river of shadows as it pranced on the light of the moon, He'd continue as he'd look from Kimi to her mother then finally back to Kimi, "You have the power within you to complete anything... and by the name of the Gods that rule this land they have bestowed upon me the power to give your mother back to you after being forcefully ripped from your hands before you even knew her name.", nodding, Souji's tone tightened. His hatred for how life worked in some cases would show. His morals were... to always make and ensure that a majority of people were happy. Being a Guardian for this long had taught him these things. Even if he had stunted in his growth and path to Elite-hood.

"It wont work instantly... but the seal that is on your neck will give power beyond belief... even though its through darkened arts, it has light within it. The light of the reason behind you having it. It ties your mother to you... and now whenever your days are done, you will be able to lay in rest knowing your mother was with you always.", his eyes glimmered a bit. He wanted to shed a tear, but he did not. Sucking it up, and forcing the emotions down, he continued, "Its everything the Guardians taught me... you have someone here who loves you now, along with whatever parental figure you have. However, if you wish... I can train you... I can teach you how to use the seal that I have given you and to train you to get stronger than you ever could have imagined... Even Stronger than I am currently... By the power of the Goddess of the Night, Nokuzu... Would you... stand to walk this path?", wondering how she would take the sudden gesture Souji made no movements, but he would smirk and continue, "Dont answer now... I know the tournament is up soon, and i do hope you join... I'll be there. Just give me your answer then~", and with that he would burst into shadows out of the area...

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[Kimi]

Violin securely placed on her back, the young girl looked up at the taller man. She squinted, her eyes straining to make out his features, to secure them in her mind so she wouldn't forget. His voice echoing in her head, committing it to memory as well. She already knew she would never...could never...forget that night...her actions were simply to be sure she would also never forget the man who made this all possible. This man who came like a messenger from the gods themselves, bringing her a gift she wasn't completely sure she deserved, but couldn't find a way to convince herself to turn down anyway. She would have spoken, but couldn't find the words to say. So many things were going on; so many emotions were shared that night. Souji spoke of things she couldn't completely understand, at his mention of a seal on her neck, she instinctively raised a hand to touch the skin. She would have to take a moment to look at it later, when she was back in her room, and figure out what it was. Darkened arts? Her mother? So much was going on that she couldn't understand, but she wasn't worried about that. The things she did understand made her feel joy in a way she really hadn't up until then.

Just when she thought she may have the situation at least somewhat understood, he made another suggestion. Train her? Him? She looked up at him in surprise, her bright blue eyes widened, the light of the moon shining off them in an almost inhuman way. He offered to teach her how to become stronger. Could she do it? Could she take that step forwards, to accept this Souji's offer? The more she thought on it, the more she came to a decision. But, she would do as he suggested. She would find him at the tournament, and give him her answer. She just hoped he would remember who she was...

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