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Ailing from the outskirts of Konohagakure, the youth was subjected to a multitude of environments; ranging from the hellacious tormenting of the samurai regime to luscious grasslands with the kindest caressing of zephyrs. In the initial stages of her infancy did the child hold the prestigious honor of being raised by mother and father, instilling the instinct of kindness and empathy towards fellow shinobi and samurai-kind alike – regrettably would the path before the heroine become clad in shadows.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
The remote suburb, her home, within the forest was not the most renown and thus not many families were fortunate enough to undergo proper teaching due to lack of educational investments. Thankfully, Mikasa’s progenitors were of the precautious breed – ensuring their child’s success through different methods. Once in every blue moon would a wanderer pass through the suburbs and in turn for their knowledge would they be met with food, along with shelter. Initially the youth found herself unable to grasp ahold of the concepts presented to her, not quite interested in the ways of the world as her own was quite limited. [lb][/lb]
In good time her mindset would alter, due to one particular encounter; towards the later portion of the regime, a wanderer would cross paths with the child.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: One - Cat's eye[lb][/lb]
Age: Nine[lb][/lb]
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In the midst of a series of dry weather, the sunlight trickled brightest through the dense clutter of the upper woods and the only sound were that of her swift pitter pattering of feet. Panic, her gaze wildly shifting about in search of an aid, within her arms that of a feline – the creature unconscious within the lasses grasp. Mikasa dared to not lower her tundra orbs in fear of discovering the source of warmth upon her lower arms. Her companion was soon to depart the realm, this she was well aware if care were to not be provided. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Fortune would once more bear itself, in the distance a figure would emerge from the thickets; the child would show no fear and quicken her pace. “Please, please!” she pleads with the utmost desperation, “He is injured, I do not know how to fix him!” she cries out in panic. Silence would ensue, her savior spoke not and her cries would only grow louder, “I beg you! Please, help me!” she urges. The untrained youth was far from prepared for what would occur next, her tears dissipate enough to fully view the unknown. Raven locks and the darkest of oculars would lock intently against that of hers.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Quite the opposite spectrum would showcase itself; a shimmering radiant wind would surge forth from the side of the male, a blade, coursing through the air straight towards her. And within the moment's notice, it would pause right before it hit it's mark. The power was unlike anything that she had ever seen before; it breathed opulence and wealth, not the type that comes from true money but the kind that radiates warmth and prosperity. As dangerous as it looked, it was just as peaceful. Nevertheless, upon opening her eyes once again, the blade her vanished into thin air. "Don't go up to strangers asking them to assist you with some vile pet." The words of the man were harsh and cold, much like his eyes that resembled the vast emptiness of space all too well. However, after the briefest of pauses, would he begin to move once more. Concern would appear within his gaze, as he aims to enwrap the cat within his very arms while whispering a few, inaudible words. To Mikasa, it seemed as if it were incoherent babble, but to her surprise. . .It wasn't soon until a pale light would steadily begin to radiate from the palm of his hands. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Once more, does the youth find herself staring in not only awe, but wonder as to how he could do such a thing- after all, here, within the wilds, there are many creatures that get hurt but there were none like the cat that she had quickly learned to love. As he hands the cat over, her lips part to speak- her voice high and cherub as if it were a thin, soft wafer melting upon a choir girl's tongue, "H-How. . .?" Curiosity fills her gaze, her smile beginning to widen as the cat meows grumpily within her arms, perhaps, not used to the girl's 'rough' grasp. "H-How'd you do it? If something like this happens again, I wanna be able to help. I wanna heal everything. . .E-Even the forest." She had learned that she was dedicated to the forest's beauty, but more importantly, to life itself. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"You must cherish all things- even if it's wrong. A life is a life and as long as you promise to preserve such, then this will come to you naturally. Come, come. . .I can teach you many things." [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: Two - Cry of the Benevolent[lb][/lb]
Age: 12[lb][/lb]
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Underneath the wing of the unnamed man, she had learned a lot of things; that while he had a dark disposition about the world, he ultimately, loved the fact that he could merely tame and hold any type of animal within his grasp. During this time, he taught her many of the medicinal uses of the woodlands. How poisons can be extracted with chakra, how if she focused hard enough, even the most lethal wounds could be cured within the matter of seconds. One could say that his first lesson was the most important. . .How to breathe life into not just simple wounds, but the wounds that were the worse. "Breathe in and out, feel your chakra coming to alive at the center and exert that very feeling at the palm of your hands. And be sure to remember that it's not just about needing to heal a certain wound. It's about wanting to do it. Your intent can change the entirety off your abilities. And if you are thrown off, even for a mere second, then you won't be able to make it." It stuck within her heart forever. Even as she had tended to the fallen shinobi, working day upon night and night upon day just to make ends meet. [lb][/lb]
Her family was poor, but the work was a good distraction to save her from the endless tire, plus, it allowed them to make an extra bit of yen. Upon coming from one of the ends of the village, it seems that the rather paranoid male had decided to allow her to peak a little more into his life. That is when she realized that he possessed a son that was around her age, but instead of his son possessing his gifts, he seemed to have a strange opposite, destructive nature. It was a given, but it was something that had ultimately made her smile as well. He and his son were the opposite. Where his father had obsidian tresses that extended past his shoulders, his son were his hair in blonde curls that cropped atop of his head- almost making him look more cupid than anything else. While his father was a tall man, his son was oddly short, even more so than Mikasa herself. At times, these were the things that allowed her to make fun of him during their trials; however, as they were playing, she noticed that he had begun to fall ill.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: Three - Broken Wings[lb][/lb]
Age: 15[lb][/lb]
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Throughout the years, as a her medical expertise increased, the health of the son had declined drastically. Their time of play decreased and what they could do together became as limited as finding a needle within a haystack, nearly impossible. Mikasa had learned that she had possessed a crush upon the young boy all those years ago and perhaps, was ready to confess whatever feelings that she possessed. The light within his own eyes had become just like his father's over the years, empty, filled with not only despair, but an overwhelming sadness.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"M-Mikasa. . ."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
His words hang upon the tip of his tongue as she sits with him beside his father. Whatever sickness he possessed could not be healed by any regular means. No, they tried everything. They even attempted to give him portions of whatever life that they had as well, but to no avail, it all was fruitless. "M-Mikasa, it's okay. . " But it wasn't okay. The weakness that she held was blaring, her heart was rushing, and she knew that the end was coming. Both hands are pressed upon the chest of the male. The words that leave her lips are inaudible, incoherent babble that reads somewhere between 'I'm sorry and that I love you." But the most interesting was how he had responded. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"Mikasa, I. . . ." [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
She spent the last few moments breaking her own heart. Chakra spilling from the tips of her fingers, wounds and bruises appearing upon her form as she tried her best not to just heal him, but to give her life for his own until there was nothing left. His father had to stop her because it was impossible. She was no longer healing him, but extending the pain that he possessed and even then, she learned that she was just too greedy, too selfish to merely let him go. That night, she something broke inside of her. She could not tell if it was her heart. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Or her mind.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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D͡͠ą̢ì̴̀͠͡ŗ̶̧͠y͏̕͏́ ̵́́͜͝E̢̕͢n̵̨̕͏͢t́̕͠͞r̴̸y̷͘͢ : Chapter One[lb][/lb]
Age: 16[lb][/lb]
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All I know is that the rain is the best thing that happened to me within that week. It wasn't because it was just me crying, but because it was the entire world weeping, not only at the death of my friend, but at the breaking of my heart. How could the world possibly do such a thing to me. . .How could god take away the one thing that I cared for the most. I don't know. . .I don't know. . .But I do know one thing. I͘t̵̸͜'͏s̸ ̨҉n̶o̡͟t̵̡̨ ̵͠o͠v̡̢͞e͝r͞҉! ! I can tell. . .For those moments, for the moment that I kept him alive, breathing, I could have saved him. No- No, no! I did save him. I did. He said that there was no way, but he's lying. I watched him. I watched him that night going through them. . .I saw the look within his eyes. Í̧̡f̧̧ ̷͝on̡̧l̴̀y͜͞. . .He knew.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
It wasn't the best option but it was the only thing that she could possibly do. She was willing to risk it all for the sake of bringing him back, for the sake of seeing him stand once again, that she had begun doing dangerous things for the sake of not just life, but love. She spent months upon months swearing to make things right. She worked tirelessly within the day time and within the night, she would steal herself away to the deepest layers of the man's home to peer through his scrolls. And that is when she found. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
It.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
" "̛͝͞Y҉̢ơu͢'l̶̨l̸ ́͜͢b̢e̢͢ ̴b̕a͡c͢k̡͜ ̵̡s͢o̸o̵͘n͠,͘ ̴I̛ ̧͜͞p̷̕͜r̵o̧̕͟m̴̡͢i̴̧͝s̨͏e͡҉!҉̢͢"̢ "[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
She had begun to dabble within the arts of human puppetry. . .But in order to do so, she knew that she had needed sacrifices- but they were all within the name of something good, something holy. No longer would she be bound by rules just like god, no, she would overcome them. . .And she would see to it that she and her lover would never face the disease of the world ever again. It was now, when she would make herself whole again. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Blood Promise[lb][/lb]
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She had learned to hide the residual of her work- but it was all becoming too impossible to bear. The bodies were piling atop of one another, countless organs removed- animals and humans alike barely hanging on by the threads of their life for the sake of her own 'immortality', only to be hooked onto a nearby puppet. The sight was sickening, but her work was getting near. . .It was complete. That very night, she had done the worst thing that she could possibly do. . .Not to anyone else, but to herself. The depraved acts of this murderous shinobi would finally prove to be fruitful as she would work. Her odd fascination with the afterlife and dolls were beneficial to her apparent wanderlust, the most strange thing, however, was that the more of herself she removed. . .The more alive that she had felt. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Mikasa learned that simple humanity was a weakness, she had learned that all things living were not strong and could easily be snuffed out like a simple flame. But instead of feeling despair, she only felt empowered. Effervescence and ecstacy shrouded her mind, crazed laughter spilling from deep within the confines of her small room as she completed her work. . .Only to soon, work upon the body of the dead son until finally, the two of them were together atlas.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
However, her laughter caught the attention of the one man that had entered the room. Upon doing so, the first thing he could see was the bodies piled atop of one another and Mikasa within the middle, holding an all too familiar figure. His eyes widen, lips part, screaming and yet, nothing comes from the lips of the girl. . .Instead she rises to a stand with his son's hand within her own and ---[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"I'm sorry."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: Four -Medical Mischief[lb][/lb]
Age: 21[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Talk is Overrated[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
The medical chief begins to undergo a new understanding, prior to twelve years of age she holds no memories of the life before. Shadows haunt her every movement and the continuous appearance of the raven hair shinobi begin to make sense. Mikasa waits for the Nara’s arrival, staking out the cornerstone of the medical facilities for the usual brief encounter. “Morning, chief.” he murmurs, tightening the ivory coat upon fastened upon his shoulders. Swiftly her hand streaks out to grasp against his shoulder, halting inches prior – against her will. “I’m surprised, will you not let this charade continue to pan out?” he whispers audible enough for only the kunoichi to hear. Spiral optics illuminate, “Why now? Why ever?!” she questions, her body quivers in rage, “You sought the truth prior the age of nine. I merely assisted.” he treads forward down the hallway.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Shadows connect, the woman toeing in the wake of the male. "Are all my memories fabricated?" she inquires in disbelief, "Of course not, all the events you recall are real and yours alone." he responds in a kind tone, pressing forth into an operating room. "I trusted you, you were supposed to aid me!" she cries out, unable to free herself of the restrictions. "I have, I set you free as promised." Sho murmurs, settling against an operating table. "Regrettably, I am unable to leave you be." the Nara gestures towards his spiral gaze and then against the kunoichi's. "I know your story better than anyone ever could."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Anger boils, her mind reels, "Silence! Shut your mouth Sho-nii!" she roars, a cord resonates within her soul, "Sho-nii?" she asks rhetorically, unable to determine where the association births. "That's right, Tsukasa Mikasa, you have always been spoiled." he chuckles, "As much as it pains me, Kazamatsuri Keiko no longer suits you." he sighs, streaking his hand through raven locks and causing the maiden to do the same. "Come, free yourself of me. You have your answers and you wish to rebirth the lad who you fell for, oh so many years ago, correct?" he toys with Mikasa's emotions. Flattening himself against the operating table, the shadows drag her closer, his hand extends outwards towards the tools, gripping against thin air and the woman grasping against a scalpel. "No, no! What are you doing!?"[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Outstretching his hand, the pair sync and brush against the flesh upon their features, "I wish to rest. I can't locate Mu, allow me to dream of her once more. When you require my assistance, waken me again." Sho whispers, allowing the spiral gaze to become the amethyst Sharingan. "Watch the boy, my final request of you." his hand glides against the operating space, in turn the platinum hair kunoichi begins to lower the scalpel closer to the eye of the awaiting aging shinobi, tears form in her own, "Sho-nii . . . Please." the words birth deep within her soul, "You have grown into a magnificent woman. Continue on the path you created, not the one I forged for you. I'm merely taking a temporary nap until needed." a pause, "No tears, what a hassle."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
The deadly steel lowers, the curtain falls.
</FONTSIZE>The remote suburb, her home, within the forest was not the most renown and thus not many families were fortunate enough to undergo proper teaching due to lack of educational investments. Thankfully, Mikasa’s progenitors were of the precautious breed – ensuring their child’s success through different methods. Once in every blue moon would a wanderer pass through the suburbs and in turn for their knowledge would they be met with food, along with shelter. Initially the youth found herself unable to grasp ahold of the concepts presented to her, not quite interested in the ways of the world as her own was quite limited. [lb][/lb]
In good time her mindset would alter, due to one particular encounter; towards the later portion of the regime, a wanderer would cross paths with the child.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: One - Cat's eye[lb][/lb]
Age: Nine[lb][/lb]
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In the midst of a series of dry weather, the sunlight trickled brightest through the dense clutter of the upper woods and the only sound were that of her swift pitter pattering of feet. Panic, her gaze wildly shifting about in search of an aid, within her arms that of a feline – the creature unconscious within the lasses grasp. Mikasa dared to not lower her tundra orbs in fear of discovering the source of warmth upon her lower arms. Her companion was soon to depart the realm, this she was well aware if care were to not be provided. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Fortune would once more bear itself, in the distance a figure would emerge from the thickets; the child would show no fear and quicken her pace. “Please, please!” she pleads with the utmost desperation, “He is injured, I do not know how to fix him!” she cries out in panic. Silence would ensue, her savior spoke not and her cries would only grow louder, “I beg you! Please, help me!” she urges. The untrained youth was far from prepared for what would occur next, her tears dissipate enough to fully view the unknown. Raven locks and the darkest of oculars would lock intently against that of hers.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Quite the opposite spectrum would showcase itself; a shimmering radiant wind would surge forth from the side of the male, a blade, coursing through the air straight towards her. And within the moment's notice, it would pause right before it hit it's mark. The power was unlike anything that she had ever seen before; it breathed opulence and wealth, not the type that comes from true money but the kind that radiates warmth and prosperity. As dangerous as it looked, it was just as peaceful. Nevertheless, upon opening her eyes once again, the blade her vanished into thin air. "Don't go up to strangers asking them to assist you with some vile pet." The words of the man were harsh and cold, much like his eyes that resembled the vast emptiness of space all too well. However, after the briefest of pauses, would he begin to move once more. Concern would appear within his gaze, as he aims to enwrap the cat within his very arms while whispering a few, inaudible words. To Mikasa, it seemed as if it were incoherent babble, but to her surprise. . .It wasn't soon until a pale light would steadily begin to radiate from the palm of his hands. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Once more, does the youth find herself staring in not only awe, but wonder as to how he could do such a thing- after all, here, within the wilds, there are many creatures that get hurt but there were none like the cat that she had quickly learned to love. As he hands the cat over, her lips part to speak- her voice high and cherub as if it were a thin, soft wafer melting upon a choir girl's tongue, "H-How. . .?" Curiosity fills her gaze, her smile beginning to widen as the cat meows grumpily within her arms, perhaps, not used to the girl's 'rough' grasp. "H-How'd you do it? If something like this happens again, I wanna be able to help. I wanna heal everything. . .E-Even the forest." She had learned that she was dedicated to the forest's beauty, but more importantly, to life itself. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"You must cherish all things- even if it's wrong. A life is a life and as long as you promise to preserve such, then this will come to you naturally. Come, come. . .I can teach you many things." [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: Two - Cry of the Benevolent[lb][/lb]
Age: 12[lb][/lb]
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Underneath the wing of the unnamed man, she had learned a lot of things; that while he had a dark disposition about the world, he ultimately, loved the fact that he could merely tame and hold any type of animal within his grasp. During this time, he taught her many of the medicinal uses of the woodlands. How poisons can be extracted with chakra, how if she focused hard enough, even the most lethal wounds could be cured within the matter of seconds. One could say that his first lesson was the most important. . .How to breathe life into not just simple wounds, but the wounds that were the worse. "Breathe in and out, feel your chakra coming to alive at the center and exert that very feeling at the palm of your hands. And be sure to remember that it's not just about needing to heal a certain wound. It's about wanting to do it. Your intent can change the entirety off your abilities. And if you are thrown off, even for a mere second, then you won't be able to make it." It stuck within her heart forever. Even as she had tended to the fallen shinobi, working day upon night and night upon day just to make ends meet. [lb][/lb]
Her family was poor, but the work was a good distraction to save her from the endless tire, plus, it allowed them to make an extra bit of yen. Upon coming from one of the ends of the village, it seems that the rather paranoid male had decided to allow her to peak a little more into his life. That is when she realized that he possessed a son that was around her age, but instead of his son possessing his gifts, he seemed to have a strange opposite, destructive nature. It was a given, but it was something that had ultimately made her smile as well. He and his son were the opposite. Where his father had obsidian tresses that extended past his shoulders, his son were his hair in blonde curls that cropped atop of his head- almost making him look more cupid than anything else. While his father was a tall man, his son was oddly short, even more so than Mikasa herself. At times, these were the things that allowed her to make fun of him during their trials; however, as they were playing, she noticed that he had begun to fall ill.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Memory Log: Three - Broken Wings[lb][/lb]
Age: 15[lb][/lb]
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Throughout the years, as a her medical expertise increased, the health of the son had declined drastically. Their time of play decreased and what they could do together became as limited as finding a needle within a haystack, nearly impossible. Mikasa had learned that she had possessed a crush upon the young boy all those years ago and perhaps, was ready to confess whatever feelings that she possessed. The light within his own eyes had become just like his father's over the years, empty, filled with not only despair, but an overwhelming sadness.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"M-Mikasa. . ."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
His words hang upon the tip of his tongue as she sits with him beside his father. Whatever sickness he possessed could not be healed by any regular means. No, they tried everything. They even attempted to give him portions of whatever life that they had as well, but to no avail, it all was fruitless. "M-Mikasa, it's okay. . " But it wasn't okay. The weakness that she held was blaring, her heart was rushing, and she knew that the end was coming. Both hands are pressed upon the chest of the male. The words that leave her lips are inaudible, incoherent babble that reads somewhere between 'I'm sorry and that I love you." But the most interesting was how he had responded. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
"Mikasa, I. . . ." [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
She spent the last few moments breaking her own heart. Chakra spilling from the tips of her fingers, wounds and bruises appearing upon her form as she tried her best not to just heal him, but to give her life for his own until there was nothing left. His father had to stop her because it was impossible. She was no longer healing him, but extending the pain that he possessed and even then, she learned that she was just too greedy, too selfish to merely let him go. That night, she something broke inside of her. She could not tell if it was her heart. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Or her mind.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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D͡͠ą̢ì̴̀͠͡ŗ̶̧͠y͏̕͏́ ̵́́͜͝E̢̕͢n̵̨̕͏͢t́̕͠͞r̴̸y̷͘͢ : Chapter One[lb][/lb]
Age: 16[lb][/lb]
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All I know is that the rain is the best thing that happened to me within that week. It wasn't because it was just me crying, but because it was the entire world weeping, not only at the death of my friend, but at the breaking of my heart. How could the world possibly do such a thing to me. . .How could god take away the one thing that I cared for the most. I don't know. . .I don't know. . .But I do know one thing. I͘t̵̸͜'͏s̸ ̨҉n̶o̡͟t̵̡̨ ̵͠o͠v̡̢͞e͝r͞҉! ! I can tell. . .For those moments, for the moment that I kept him alive, breathing, I could have saved him. No- No, no! I did save him. I did. He said that there was no way, but he's lying. I watched him. I watched him that night going through them. . .I saw the look within his eyes. Í̧̡f̧̧ ̷͝on̡̧l̴̀y͜͞. . .He knew.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
It wasn't the best option but it was the only thing that she could possibly do. She was willing to risk it all for the sake of bringing him back, for the sake of seeing him stand once again, that she had begun doing dangerous things for the sake of not just life, but love. She spent months upon months swearing to make things right. She worked tirelessly within the day time and within the night, she would steal herself away to the deepest layers of the man's home to peer through his scrolls. And that is when she found. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
It.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
" "̛͝͞Y҉̢ơu͢'l̶̨l̸ ́͜͢b̢e̢͢ ̴b̕a͡c͢k̡͜ ̵̡s͢o̸o̵͘n͠,͘ ̴I̛ ̧͜͞p̷̕͜r̵o̧̕͟m̴̡͢i̴̧͝s̨͏e͡҉!҉̢͢"̢ "[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
She had begun to dabble within the arts of human puppetry. . .But in order to do so, she knew that she had needed sacrifices- but they were all within the name of something good, something holy. No longer would she be bound by rules just like god, no, she would overcome them. . .And she would see to it that she and her lover would never face the disease of the world ever again. It was now, when she would make herself whole again. . .[lb][/lb][lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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She had learned to hide the residual of her work- but it was all becoming too impossible to bear. The bodies were piling atop of one another, countless organs removed- animals and humans alike barely hanging on by the threads of their life for the sake of her own 'immortality', only to be hooked onto a nearby puppet. The sight was sickening, but her work was getting near. . .It was complete. That very night, she had done the worst thing that she could possibly do. . .Not to anyone else, but to herself. The depraved acts of this murderous shinobi would finally prove to be fruitful as she would work. Her odd fascination with the afterlife and dolls were beneficial to her apparent wanderlust, the most strange thing, however, was that the more of herself she removed. . .The more alive that she had felt. [lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
Mikasa learned that simple humanity was a weakness, she had learned that all things living were not strong and could easily be snuffed out like a simple flame. But instead of feeling despair, she only felt empowered. Effervescence and ecstacy shrouded her mind, crazed laughter spilling from deep within the confines of her small room as she completed her work. . .Only to soon, work upon the body of the dead son until finally, the two of them were together atlas.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
However, her laughter caught the attention of the one man that had entered the room. Upon doing so, the first thing he could see was the bodies piled atop of one another and Mikasa within the middle, holding an all too familiar figure. His eyes widen, lips part, screaming and yet, nothing comes from the lips of the girl. . .Instead she rises to a stand with his son's hand within her own and ---[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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The medical chief begins to undergo a new understanding, prior to twelve years of age she holds no memories of the life before. Shadows haunt her every movement and the continuous appearance of the raven hair shinobi begin to make sense. Mikasa waits for the Nara’s arrival, staking out the cornerstone of the medical facilities for the usual brief encounter. “Morning, chief.” he murmurs, tightening the ivory coat upon fastened upon his shoulders. Swiftly her hand streaks out to grasp against his shoulder, halting inches prior – against her will. “I’m surprised, will you not let this charade continue to pan out?” he whispers audible enough for only the kunoichi to hear. Spiral optics illuminate, “Why now? Why ever?!” she questions, her body quivers in rage, “You sought the truth prior the age of nine. I merely assisted.” he treads forward down the hallway.[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Shadows connect, the woman toeing in the wake of the male. "Are all my memories fabricated?" she inquires in disbelief, "Of course not, all the events you recall are real and yours alone." he responds in a kind tone, pressing forth into an operating room. "I trusted you, you were supposed to aid me!" she cries out, unable to free herself of the restrictions. "I have, I set you free as promised." Sho murmurs, settling against an operating table. "Regrettably, I am unable to leave you be." the Nara gestures towards his spiral gaze and then against the kunoichi's. "I know your story better than anyone ever could."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Anger boils, her mind reels, "Silence! Shut your mouth Sho-nii!" she roars, a cord resonates within her soul, "Sho-nii?" she asks rhetorically, unable to determine where the association births. "That's right, Tsukasa Mikasa, you have always been spoiled." he chuckles, "As much as it pains me, Kazamatsuri Keiko no longer suits you." he sighs, streaking his hand through raven locks and causing the maiden to do the same. "Come, free yourself of me. You have your answers and you wish to rebirth the lad who you fell for, oh so many years ago, correct?" he toys with Mikasa's emotions. Flattening himself against the operating table, the shadows drag her closer, his hand extends outwards towards the tools, gripping against thin air and the woman grasping against a scalpel. "No, no! What are you doing!?"[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
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Outstretching his hand, the pair sync and brush against the flesh upon their features, "I wish to rest. I can't locate Mu, allow me to dream of her once more. When you require my assistance, waken me again." Sho whispers, allowing the spiral gaze to become the amethyst Sharingan. "Watch the boy, my final request of you." his hand glides against the operating space, in turn the platinum hair kunoichi begins to lower the scalpel closer to the eye of the awaiting aging shinobi, tears form in her own, "Sho-nii . . . Please." the words birth deep within her soul, "You have grown into a magnificent woman. Continue on the path you created, not the one I forged for you. I'm merely taking a temporary nap until needed." a pause, "No tears, what a hassle."[lb][/lb][lb][/lb]
The deadly steel lowers, the curtain falls.
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