"Oh for the love of fucking God! Did you come here to wine and cry all day?" a man with rough voice spoke, a voice that muffled the beeping sounds of the huge supercomputer that stood tall behind him
"Jeez, Bumyato!" sighed and grabbed his desk chair, rolling it towards the table, of which other side was sitting Hayato. He sat on the chair, almost as if he fell on it, lied back and placed his legs on the table. After lighting a cigarette, he grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey on it.
"Here. Have a drink." the man pushed the glass, sliding in towards the table. The glass stopped tight in front of Hayato and earned a stare of confusion.
"Inozen." Hayato lifted his head towards the man and glanced him with his red eyes, tired from the constant crying.
"I'm barely 11."he spoke out with a cold, almost dead tone.
"So fucking what?" Inozen shrugged in an abrupt way.
"Well y'know, underaged people shouldn't drink because-"
"Are you kidding me right now? Seriously?" Inozen jumped on the table and swiftly approached him. He squatted and came close to his face.
"You have goddamn, S-grade shinobi-ware injected in one of the most susceptible areas for modification, your spine, and NOTHING has happened to you. They literally modified a fucking HUD to your Sharingan and NOTHING has happened to you!" Inozen said visibly irritated. He grasped the glass of whiskey and brought it close to Hayato's face.
" What harm does a glass of whiskey have, huh? "the way of his speech relaxed and, as Inozen saw that Hayato had no yearning for the glass of whiskey, he gulped down the alcoholic beverage and tossed the glass down, smashing it into pieces.
" You're a pussy!"he pointed at Hayato, got of the table and sat down at his desk chair.And, because Inozen had already noticed that his gaze contained illogical amounts of melancholy and sorrow , he decided to finally pour some sense into him.
"Sooo, lemme guess, your psychology is still fucked up because of the forced modification of your body, right? I mean I get it, it was forced but come on! It's not like you are the first dude to get shinobi-ware in you!" he spoke with a much calmer tone, since he understood that being intense and pressing doesn't work.
Hayato then shot up from his chair and slammed his hand on the wooden table, tearing it apart.For sure, Hayato's explosive response to Inozen's sayings surprised him.
"HOW DENSE CAN YOU BE!" Hayato screamed from the top of his lungs, as tears started flowing uncontrollably on his cheeks.
"Those assholes strapped me on bed, performed surgery on me WITHOUT ANESTHESIA, and..." the burst of emotions started fading out and all of this anger morphed into unbearable, gut-wrenching pain. Definitely not physical, psychological, the type of pain that scars you deeply and no medicine exists that can heal it completely.
He fell back on the chair and let out a huge sigh of exhaustion and pain, grasping tightly his abdomen.
"Yeah, yeah I get it, yeah.And they showed you the 'glorious' history of the Uchiha clan eh?" because Inozen saw that Hayato's psychological condition was indulgently terrible, he cut him off.
"And it's because you connect the implantation of the shinobi-ware with those terrible experiences right?" Inozen threw out a rhetorical question. And after a few seconds of complete inertia, Hayato let out an incomprehensible lump of words.
"Well, it's... It's you know, maybe...maybe it is..."
"Maybe, it is." Inozen gave him a cold, sarcastic grin.
"It's not only that, damn it! Since when I was a toddler I swore that I would get none of those stuff in me! That I would climb to the top with sheer musclepower!" little Hayato retorted, wiping away his tears. Inozen then straightened the red, rectangular glasses and placed his hands on the remnants of the table.
" So you're telling me that because of a stupid promise that you made to yourself long ago you are not going to use a fucking scientific ninja tool that is literally capable of controlling natural energy?You're telling me that because your ancestors did shit on the past you are not going to exploit one of your few natural gifts?"Inozen asked, as Hayato's opinions slightly irritated him.
" THE FUCKING SHARINGAN! A KEKKEI GENKAI WHICH SHINOBI IN THE PAST WOULD SUCK ANYONE'S COCK TO GET IT! " he then suddenly shouted and clenched his fist, holding it tightly near his face.
" I mean, I get it! All those shit happened to you against your will, it's understandable that you are shocked. But jeez bozo, judge the situation with a clear-"
" I'M TIRED OF YOUR CRAP!" Hayato shouted back, as listening to Inozen became unbearable for him.
" You say all that stuff 'cuz you can't understand what happened to m-"
" SHHHHH! Shhhhhhhh! "Inozen shushed sarcastically and an awkward second of silence passed.
" You telling me I don't understand?"he asked once again, in a much more calm way. He started then unwrapping the bandages around his right arm, unveiling a bizzare prosthetic hand that was made by small, metallic wires, tightly bound together. Then, he pulled away his red glasses and revealed that his right eye had also been replaced by a bionic one, an eye that appeared to be modeled by camera lenses.On the eyesocket of his eye there was a spiderweb-like scar, as if something exploded near it.
"Those shits that you see in front of you were implanted in me when I was little, without my consent as well. But do you think that I sat on a corner and cried like a little shit, huh bozo? NO! I used those tools on their fullest potential and now, I shit on everyone who opposes me!"and as Inozen noticed that Hayato opened his mouth to speak, he got up from his chair.
" And before you say anything about self rules, 'Ninja Ways' and other restricting bullshit, lemme ask you something bozo. Do you think that the one that manages to endure the hardship of life is the fast one, the strong one, the durable, the patient?" he threw out another question, serious this time.
" I... don't know "Hayato answered monotonously.
" NONE OF 'EM!It's the one with the ability to adapt. Adapt to new situations, adopt new ways to survive, ways that are compatible with the current world. And you bozo are anything than that! "
" You're stuck in that old-school mindset, the mindset of hard work, achieving everything by yourself and shit. I mean, this mindset is fine or... was... 40 years ago. Now times have changed. We got dudes that can compete to your naturally achieved speed by implanting random shinobi-ware on themselves. Morally, it's bad,but your can't do elseway. "Inozen continued.
" You can't help but adapt the same ways. If you want to live of course! "he shrugged and received nothing but a frowning gaze from Hayato.
" Oh, and about the Uchiha stuff." Inozen couldn't miss but comment on Hayato's self - hate that stems from learning the truth about his clan.
" You are you. Your ancestors are your ancestors. Different persons. Different personalities, different eras.End of the story!" he said in a simple manner, yet quite substantial.Then, Inozen flicked his cigarette with unnatural velocity against Hayato's forehead, producing a swift yet sharp pain.
But in fact, this wasn't a cigarette. It was a rock that woke him from his daydream.
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"LOOK AT HIM, LOOK HOW DAZZLED HE WALKS. LOOK HOW DERANGED THIS HELLSPAWN IS!" a preacher shouted against Hayato, a preacher who appeared to be of great religious importance, judging from his shakujo staff and necklace, a necklace that was formed by tiny black balls, stuck together.
The crowd in front of the preacher, which was fairly big, sharply turned their heads and gazed at Hayato with a serious, yet angered expression. Without hesitation, some of them grabbed big rocks from the ground, big enough to fill their palms. A volley of rocks was hurled against him, but with a swift swipe of his cane he successfully deflected all of them. The rocks fell harmless in front of him, but the angry crowd didn't stop there.
One of the preacher's followers put his hand inside of his kimono and pulled out a concealed pistol with a wheelock mechanisms. He swiftly aimed at Hayato and pulled the trigger, confident that his shot would land. He was whoever shocked - no- terrified, as he witnesses the steel ball that's was unleashed by his firearm in between Hayato's index finger and thumb. The crowed, as it was logical, gasped in fear.
"SEE, I TOLD YOU!" the the shooter said with his quarrelsome tone. "NO HUMAN TOOLS CAN DAMAGE THIS DEVIL. WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING BUT PRAY!PRAY THAT THE GODESS WILL PURIFY THIS DAMNED ENTITY"
"Don't y'all got families to maintain! What the hell are you doing with your lifes." Hayato said back, but in a very bored tone, uninterested. However, no responses from the crowd. Only the preacher muffled silently a prayer.
"Hn!" Hayato scoffed. "Fucking retards."and so, he nonchalantly continued his way, as he was returning from Hattori's house. His destination? Definitely not the palace. In fact, he decided to head off to the cliff which sprung high from the woods were Konoha once was, the woods that contained him during his long cryogenic sleep.
As he was standing near the cliff gazing at the sunset, he reminisced the old times when he sat down with alone and stared blankly at Konoha's night lights. However, the village in which he grew wasn't there anymore, yet he could still hear the loud hubbub from the village's residents that filled the streets. And then, he sat down cross-legged as he used to and let his mind travel to the past.
His daydream with this mysterious individual, Inozen, whose idea of existence seem to haunt Hayato, became the motive for a long trip to the past.
Up until now, the clock of our story was ticking regularly. But now, it will tick backwards, traveling us almost 3150 years to the past...
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A man in a fancy looking celestial outfit stood before two stone altars, sacrificial perhaps.He seemed very old,while he had an expression of rage, sorrow, despair. His face wrinkled horrifically, producing a demonic visage that could be met only in nightmares. On the top of his head, two short broken horns sprung skywards, while his long hair were tied on a ponytail.
The environment around them was blank, empty, pure darkness, as if they were sunken on an abyss. However, on the altar at his left, there was a baby whose forehead emitted a bright, blue light that was the only source of lighting in this bizzare dimension. The baby, a boy , had blonde hair and pitch black eyes,while retaining a cold, almost lifeless expression.
On the other altar there was another baby, a girl, which had blonde hair as well and big blue eyes, emanating happiness and life. In comparison to the boy besides her, she was loud, laughing and attempted continously to grab the old man with her tiny hands.
"You little..." the old man said as he was gazing at them. Afterwards, he let out a loud screech of rage,but none was there to hear it.
At that moment of pure rage and insanity, three individuals appeared behind him,bearing similar clothes. Their faces were hidden by hoods, and all of them emitted a dim light.
The old man sharply turned his head, revealing his wrinkled, raging face at them.
"And what are we witnessing right now, Momoshiki?" the man in the middle made a step in front of him and spoke, as his voice resonated through the void.
"A glimpse of the future" the old man, who appeared to be Momoshiki, left out a gnarly voice, as if his vocal cords had been destroyed.
"Oh? And those infants are... The hosts children?" the right one, a woman guessed,
"Not for too long!" Momoshiki replied in a cold, yet in an ominous manner. Then, a few seconds of silence followed, until the left one and the tallest of them spoke up.
"The fuck are y'plannin', huh? Y'have already fucked everythin' up, y'have already ridiculed yourself!"he said and pointed at him, revealing a metallic hand.
" Oh, ohohohoh.Im just, you know, ending myself. But, I can't let myself go without a parting gift, hohoh! "he laughed maniacally as he widely smiled and exposed his teethless mouth. A smile pulled out from a horror movie.
" What do you want from us? Why did you summon us? Say quickly, before the host notices our chakra signal!"the middle one ordered Momoshiki and impatiently awaited for his answer.
" Hmm, let's see. I simply just wanna let you see that, even after death, I still give my services to the clan. Right now, Im saving you from great misfortune. "Momoshiki explained, retaining his evil smile.
" Great misfortune? " the woman wondered in a suspicious way.
" ARE YOU AN IDIOT!"Momoshiki's behavior made a 180 degree turn, shifting again to his previous manner.
" Do you think that I'll let those little shits running around with those genes they carry? Can you even comprehend that with these two around Earth's defenses will be impenetrable!" he shouted at her with great displease, as the little girl continued laughing and waving her tiny arms at Momoshiki.
" What'cha gonna do?"the left one questioned, with even more suspicion.
" Hmmm, Im gonna modify their genes through Karma! I'm gonna curse them, wreck their genetic makeup! "Momoshiki relaxed, as he explained his plan with great thrill.
" Hold up! How do we know that this genetic modification won't grand them powers even greater than those that they were destined to get?"the middle one made a logical objection, yet the only thing vicious Momoshiki had an answer.
" We don't! Anyway, what alternatives to you suggest in order to prevent their powers from manifesting? "
Complete silence...
"Now...watch!" Momoshiki clapped his hands, engulfing the infants with his chakra.
"Blessed you may be, for when the world shines you will only witness darkness. Blessed you may be, for none of your descendants may comprehend serenity. Blessed you may be, for your life will be a ship on constant tempest." Momoshiki chanted intensely, while gruesome things happened to the unborn-no- nonexistent for now infants.
The little girl, instead laughing, screeched and cried loudly in a chilling manner, while her limbs, eyes and right ear completely vanished. Then, thick blacked chains wrapped around the boy's limbs and neck, while the blue light on his forehead faded away. Nevertheless, the boy showed little to no discomfort, as if he was suffering in silence.
The three individuals were terrified. Not by this gruesome ceremony, but from Momoshiki's insanity.
"W-we shall leave! I'm not watching this anymore!" the middle one said and the three of them instantly disappeared.
Finally, when Momoshiki ended his ceremony, he fell on his knees, grunting in pain and panting heavily. Parts of his body started falling, as his life force had been depleted. Finally, he activated his Byakugan to see the fate of the infants, which he had currently changed. He let out a small grin before his lower jaw fell on his knees.
He had succeeded, as their fate showed them. Great misfortunes awaited the poor children. But the most interesting one was the boy's.
"Oh, I see. Burdened by the actions of your ancestors...A constant fight with guilt and yourself. Such... an interesting fate." he exclaimed in a final moment of calmness.
"Hope we meet someday, Uchiha Hayato." and thus his voice vanished in the abyss...
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"Wha-!" Hayato skyrocketed from his chair as he woke up.Every classmate was staring at him, even the instructor himself. Well, shinobi history was a boring subject anyway.
"Wakey Wakey" a voice resounded in his mind.
ARC 2 PROLOGUE, TO BE CONTINUED...