From Dusk 'til Dawn:
While the Village Hidden in Leaves found itself undergoing a revolution, the Village of Stone by contrast found itself rather calm. Soft clouds patterned the sky blocking out the moon's ethereal shine, as most of the villagers were sleeping. Within the Pearl Tenements, inside of an abandoned home shadows began to form into a solid black tint, even compared to the darkness of the night around them. As the moments ticked by a head began to rise out from the darkness, not leaving the silhouette as the being seemed to rise out from the ground. The moonlight spilled out from the flurry of clouds and revealed a young man, still in his late teens garbed in a black tattered jacket, ripped shirt and pants, a metal fan on the man's back. While the young man's clothes were tattered he himself seemed undamaged. Taking a few steps around this red-haired young man walked further in,
to inspect the building. It was in poor condition, having been neglected for who knew how long.
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The young man's violet eyes scanned every detail, looking for quick access to some easy information as to how long he had been gone. He found himself in a room which appeared to be an office, the drawers of which were for some reason open. Taking a few steps toward it a look of pain graced his facial features as he began to remember the events of the last night he had been awake.
"I am... The "weapon" you sought to create..."
Flashes of blood, of fire and electricity, a woman dying before him.
Was it his moth-... Was it Ayumu? Yoruko's head ceased pounding as he walked forward, and reached out for the folders lying on the ground, haphazardly. He read the reports that were inside, about to utter something to himself when another flash of pain struck him, causing his unmarred face to twist into agony again as he let out a fierce groan of pain.
"I am the Protector of SIN!'
A blackened chakra aura surrounding him, the wondrous feel of undiluted rage poured through him as he recalled flipping his Fa- Guro's Tsukuyomi back onto him.
He stepped back out from the room, dried blood caking the entrance and floor which he had not noticed until he had moved to leave the room. Upon reaching the room he had arrived in, another rush of memory flowed through him.
Blood covered nearly every part of his body by this point, that of Guro's as he moved to Ayume and proceeded to end her in as brutal a fashion as he was capable of. His fists were raw from beating into flesh and bone,
and the very wall itself. But he only stopped when he realized he was punching wall.
"And I am the one... WITH NO REAL NAME!"
A real fight, ensuing shortly after. A man who held prejudice toward him purely for those cursed eyes lodged within his skull. Those eyes, which were not his own. The only cursed reminder of the Murasaki clan, of two boys with a kinship that lasted only minutes before being torn apart. Neither having even a chance to live a decent life, let alone a happy one.
Violet-hued eyes moved to glance at the second hole in the wall, which had originated shortly after his brutal massacre of Guro and Ayume. He recalled it vividly, the feel of wood and glass as he was sent flying through and slammed into a sturdier wooden wall. The force of the collision had created an imprint of which matched Yoruko's physique near perfectly. Spitting up blood from the blow, twin sharingan reverted from their Mangekyòu state and his eyelids began to droop. Peeling himself off of the wall he stood, blood dripping down his chest from the wounds caused by the fight.
"Yukata Souji bys nikdy nerozuměl hlubinám bolestí, které jsem prožil! Junko by pochopil mnohem lépe ... pouhé dítě." He growled angrily, standing up near to his full height as his dirty red-hair drifted in front of his right eye lazily. Yoruko understood that this fight was no longer his to win. He was going to die here, free of his masters but enslaved to a village he held near no connection to. His hatred began to fizzle as it changed into fear. He wasn't ready to die yet, not until he had a taste of true freedom! The boy fell to his knees, his vision beginning to blur as the strain of chakra exhaustion and blood loss took it's toll. He fell down, and began to lose track of what was going on. When did Souji did get so close? When did-
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Yoruko let out a groan of agony as he felt Souji's blade pierce his clothes and he hacked up more blood. Yoruko's eyes closed as he accepted that he was going to die here. He felt the blade exit his body and he saw Souji's shape turn around to say something he couldn't hear, not that he would listen at this point even if he was able. But he heard something, quiet at first, but it began to pick up in volume. It was familiar.
"I can hear what you're thinkin'.
All your doubts and fears...
And if you'll look in my eyes in time you'll find...
The reason I'm here.
And in time all things shall pass away.
In time, you may come back some day...
To live once more... Or die once more...
But in time your time will be no more..."
As the singing reached a pause, he felt his weight sink into what felt like darkness covering him. His skin was cold, his eyes slipped open for a moment and saw nothing, as though they were still closed. Wind slashed through his body and stung his open wounds, and he heard nothing until it all came to a halt. Trying to open his eyes again, he saw something which brought one final thought before drifting into unconsciousness.
'You're the one... The contract... You... Saved me...?'
'But why...?'
As these thoughts came to an end, shadows danced upon Yoruko's face as he grinned at the moon, reaching out toward it with a crazed look. Black chakra began to roll off of his body in waves, vile and putrid chakra which threatened to cause any who dared to come near him to vomit.
"I am Wrath, and I have returned."
