The pain grew intense, and after Migoya’s last throw of the kunai he fell to the ground. The world became a blur as the poison hit is hearts, doing their foul work and burning them. His crimson eyes, now surrounded with pain, gazed on the shadow that approached, realising that this moment could possibly be his last. His last action, perhaps, was too arrogant – but it was honest. He would not give up though and with clenched teeth he raised his gaze up once again to see the figure reach out and ‘touch’ his chest. The spirit spoke, but the pain of the poison clouded his mind and he could not understand the words. Death was coming…
The strange touch of the spirit seemed to draw out the poison, Migoya feeling his senses and strength coming back to him. He was still covered in mud and blood, but at least now he could concentrate and focus. Memories that had flown through his mind now settled back to where they belonged, though now rather than hidden, they were scars that strengthened him.
Clearing his throat, mostly to get rid of whatever it was in there, he absent-mindedly healed the remainder of his wounds, a simple thing for him, and the world seemed to glow blue for a second. The pain seemed to recede, and he gave the spirit a warm smile in response. Something… else seemed to have happened to him, like something inside had burned away. He felt… good.
“Thank… thank you.” Migoya said as he reached his pale hand towards the spirits, not knowing if it was going to be solid. His gaze turned to the owl, the ‘creature’ that had helped guide him and support him throughout this ordeal. He gave the creature a bow as it flew away– “And thank you as well my friend.” His head was still a bit foggy, but he hoped he had the opportunity to thank the avian guide in a more effective way later.
The spirit continued to speak, Migoya listening as best as he could in the situation. The words it spoke were… foreign to him, especially when referencing him. Good… pure… honourable. Kind-hearted. Accepted. The deer seemed to represent the best parts of him… and he had healed them.
Was he those things, really? His life had been one of misery, sadness, and survival. The things he had done… they were never for his own benefit, other than to survive a vicious world that most never knew about. Blood had fallen through his fingers so much that the word pure was difficult to imagine. Almost single-handedly he had reduced the crime that had plagued the hidden leaf after the samurai occupation – and he would never be thanked for it, apart from those within his clan. His clan… the reason he survived, and the reason he did what he had to do.
Good and evil were such abstract viewpoints – to some evil was good, and vice versa. Migoya had killed to protect innocent people, but was that an evil act in and of itself? He hated the Hokage and his lackeys – was that ‘evil’? To some it marked him as a traitor, but to him the Hokage was a hypocrite… a true evil, even though few thought that. Migoya was loyal to the village and what it stood for, and that was what was important.
For the first time in his life, Migoya heard the words good, pure, honourable, kind-hearted and accepted… and believed them. This immortal creature knew… knew that his intentions were always ‘good’, even if he had to put the cowl of darkness over them, to hide their true intents from the real evils of this world. Even members of his own clan conducted evil activities, but it was Migoya’s interference that prevented them from actually eventuating, from spilling out and infecting the world. In his quiet moments, Migoya simply wanted to heal the wounded, fix the injured, play with his puppets, and grow various types of plants. The mask of being a master manipulator, expert spy master, and ‘red-eyed devil’ was simply a necessary ‘evil’, to ensure the safety of those under his care. No one was scared of the strange albino doctor, but the black robed master assassin… that brought fear and protection to his family.
Migoya gave a sad smile as he joined the strange child spirit.
“I… I am honoured. And I would continue to be if you would share your story. I must admit, I know little to nothing about spirits, that is other than Tsukumogami – and Mikki here tends to be tight-lipped about them even.”
Pfft. I don’t think your little brain could hold all that information Migo-kun. I mean look how well you do with understanding women, let alone the wide world of spirits, and gods, and…
Migoya gave a slight chuckle as he turned back to the boy, interrupting what would obviously be one of Mikki’s strange rants.
“Please – I would consider myself most fortunate to hear your story, and am happy to share some of my own.”
He was happy, about to go and help someone, well, something great, and hopefully get information that could help his village. Yes… this was what happy felt like.
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The strange touch of the spirit seemed to draw out the poison, Migoya feeling his senses and strength coming back to him. He was still covered in mud and blood, but at least now he could concentrate and focus. Memories that had flown through his mind now settled back to where they belonged, though now rather than hidden, they were scars that strengthened him.
Clearing his throat, mostly to get rid of whatever it was in there, he absent-mindedly healed the remainder of his wounds, a simple thing for him, and the world seemed to glow blue for a second. The pain seemed to recede, and he gave the spirit a warm smile in response. Something… else seemed to have happened to him, like something inside had burned away. He felt… good.
“Thank… thank you.” Migoya said as he reached his pale hand towards the spirits, not knowing if it was going to be solid. His gaze turned to the owl, the ‘creature’ that had helped guide him and support him throughout this ordeal. He gave the creature a bow as it flew away– “And thank you as well my friend.” His head was still a bit foggy, but he hoped he had the opportunity to thank the avian guide in a more effective way later.
The spirit continued to speak, Migoya listening as best as he could in the situation. The words it spoke were… foreign to him, especially when referencing him. Good… pure… honourable. Kind-hearted. Accepted. The deer seemed to represent the best parts of him… and he had healed them.
Was he those things, really? His life had been one of misery, sadness, and survival. The things he had done… they were never for his own benefit, other than to survive a vicious world that most never knew about. Blood had fallen through his fingers so much that the word pure was difficult to imagine. Almost single-handedly he had reduced the crime that had plagued the hidden leaf after the samurai occupation – and he would never be thanked for it, apart from those within his clan. His clan… the reason he survived, and the reason he did what he had to do.
Good and evil were such abstract viewpoints – to some evil was good, and vice versa. Migoya had killed to protect innocent people, but was that an evil act in and of itself? He hated the Hokage and his lackeys – was that ‘evil’? To some it marked him as a traitor, but to him the Hokage was a hypocrite… a true evil, even though few thought that. Migoya was loyal to the village and what it stood for, and that was what was important.
For the first time in his life, Migoya heard the words good, pure, honourable, kind-hearted and accepted… and believed them. This immortal creature knew… knew that his intentions were always ‘good’, even if he had to put the cowl of darkness over them, to hide their true intents from the real evils of this world. Even members of his own clan conducted evil activities, but it was Migoya’s interference that prevented them from actually eventuating, from spilling out and infecting the world. In his quiet moments, Migoya simply wanted to heal the wounded, fix the injured, play with his puppets, and grow various types of plants. The mask of being a master manipulator, expert spy master, and ‘red-eyed devil’ was simply a necessary ‘evil’, to ensure the safety of those under his care. No one was scared of the strange albino doctor, but the black robed master assassin… that brought fear and protection to his family.
Migoya gave a sad smile as he joined the strange child spirit.
“I… I am honoured. And I would continue to be if you would share your story. I must admit, I know little to nothing about spirits, that is other than Tsukumogami – and Mikki here tends to be tight-lipped about them even.”
Pfft. I don’t think your little brain could hold all that information Migo-kun. I mean look how well you do with understanding women, let alone the wide world of spirits, and gods, and…
Migoya gave a slight chuckle as he turned back to the boy, interrupting what would obviously be one of Mikki’s strange rants.
“Please – I would consider myself most fortunate to hear your story, and am happy to share some of my own.”
He was happy, about to go and help someone, well, something great, and hopefully get information that could help his village. Yes… this was what happy felt like.
WC: 877