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Post by Demiyah Akiyama on Jul 29, 2014 6:17:15 GMT -7
It'd been only a few days since Kazama had attacked the Five Kage Summit in Amegakure. The Raikage had returned Demiyah to her village with both her own escort and Demiyah's escort at their side. Demiyah had been in bad shape. Soon after Kazama had attacked her mind, Demiyah had passed out. The Kazekage didn't wake during the entire journey back to Sunagakure, having been plunged into nightmare after nightmare with no hope of waking up. No matter how much she screamed, they never heard a sound. Forced to relive the terror of Kazama's doujutsu over and over again, when Demiyah had woken the day before, she'd come up swinging, and it'd taken five different medics to get her down and sedated before putting her back into bed.
This morning, she'd woken without a sound, though the nightmares didn't stop. No. The ghosts simply stood in the shadows, continuing to beg and plead for her to save them. It was the only thing she heard besides the blowing winds of Sunagakure outside of her window. She didn't even cry for them to stop or leave her alone anymore. They weren't going anywhere, and their ranks only grew in number the more she thought about the people that she had killed in her life time. The one that stood out from all the rest was him. Sora. He was silent, standing there with the same arrow to his chest that she had loosed into him all those years ago. He didn't cry or plead; he just seemed to boil with hatred.
Demiyah sat up slowly in her bed, gazing around her bedroom. It was only her inside. It was neat and organized. Everything was in its specific place. Nothing was angled oddly. But the ghosts were still there. They appeared in both the light and the shadows, looking the exact same as the very moment they had died. Each one suddenly fresh in her mind. Sora didn't move like the others, though. He was the one who stood at the very edge of her bed, watching her with a silent fury in his eyes, blood dripping from the wound in his chest and onto the sheets and floor below him. Her own red eyes simply watched him, her attention pulled away from all the others.
"Coward."
Her breath hitched in her chest, making her swallow desperately for air. The once silent Sora seemed determined to break her, just like Kazama had only days before. Her hand fluttered to her neck, her chest heaving as all breath left her and she was stuck gasping, her body pleading for any semblance of air to calm her aching lungs.
"Murderer."
Demiyah's eyes widened, her gaze locked to her deceased friend. Breathing wasn't made any easier, though air seemed to return to her lungs very slowly. Instead, she followed Sora's gaze, watching as his eyes landed on Demiyah's kunai pouch before he looked back to her, repeating his previous insult. Demiyah responded by throwing her blankets off her, slowly slipping out of her bed and to her feet, staggering slowly toward the pouch on her table. She slipped her hand inside and pulled a kunai blade from it, her fingertips running slowly along the metal. That was before it was taken right from her hand by Sora and struck down the left side of her face.
She screamed in agony, the same pain she'd felt when he'd blinded her the first time. The agony of losing her sight and losing her friend all at the same time. Sora dropped the kunai, and as it clanged to the floor, all the ghosts disappeared, and instead of seeing blood dripping onto her hands and her nightgown, she saw nothing. The kunai lay at her feet like she was the one who had dropped it. Confused, she turned, looking toward her bed. The blood that had been on the floor was gone. "Why are you doing this, Sora?" she whispered softly.
Drip, drip, drip...
The sound behind her made her freeze. Slowly turning around, Demiyah felt her heart stop. Sora was pinned to the wall by the arrow in his chest. His eyes were open, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, and dripping from the wound in his chest and onto the floor. He smiled at her, uttering the one word that would send her over the edge right then and there.
"Monster."
Another scream escaped her, this one louder than the last. Dropping to her knees, she grabbed the kunai, ready to plunge it into her own heart. This was it. She was done. She didn't deserve to live while all these people had to die. She wasn't a leader. She wasn't a hero. She was a monster. That was all there was to it. She didn't want to live to be known as a monster. She wanted the nightmares to stop. She wanted the ghosts to leave her. She wanted everything to end. | |
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Post by Shin Akiyama on Jul 29, 2014 8:22:17 GMT -7
“You need to eat, Akiyama, you need to eat if you want to keep your strength.”Someone was chiding him again, disturbing the prayers he had started nonstop since his beloved cousin came in as a hollowed out version of the woman who had left Sunagakure. Shin didn’t look up as he prostrated low in front of the altar, tips of his forehead, nose, and chin pressed firmly against the warmed tile. His hair became a downpour of blood that shielded his face from the intruder. “It is a fast for a reason, fool,” he hissed, body quivering as he thought about killing the man behind him. “Leave. Now.”“But Shi-“Shin whipped around, black robes and red locks flying, hand reaching for his blade. “I said OUT!” he roared, a voice so level, so quiet, even during the most dire of fights now rendered loud and painful. The other Suna skidded out, running so quickly that he didn’t even notice that Shin Akiyama, younger cousin, younger brother, to the great Yondaime Kazekage was crying. But this time the Son of Blood’s tears were real, translucent and clear. A saint rendered useless by the same man who had murdered his parents, his family.A wailing echo of grief escaped Shin as he stood shakily, collapsing against the wall of the room. He knew how dire Demiyah’s situation was at the moment. He knew her paitent report from the nurses and the doctors even though they refused him the right to take care of her himself. You’re too young, your rank not high enough, you are too close to the patient and would only hurt her chances of recovery than help. Hurt her. Shin would rather his life ended right then and there than hurt Demiyah. Imbeciles, all of them. Shin huffed, pushing himself away as he marched towards the Kazekage’s room, anger and frustration and fear all bubbling up inside of him as he went. They wouldn’t know Demiyah like he knew her. They only saw the Kazekage, they only saw their Lady, but Shin saw his cousin, his sister. He knew her fears, the mutterings of horror she spilled unconsciously as her mind suffered from…from-“Kazama!” Shin slammed his hand against his thigh, hitting his own body when the target he wanted was too far out of his grasp. Kazama would pay for what he had done to Shin’s family and he would pay even more now for harming Demiyah. Shin would not lose her. But how could he rescue her from her fears? From her guilt? His brown eyes trailed down to the prayer beads he wore around his neck. The chuunin’s steps quickened. He didn’t want to linger any longer, not when he felt something off boiling inside of his veins. He couldn’t explain it, he never could, but he was connected to Demiyah in more ways than one. He was her everything and she was suffering. Reaching the door to the Kazekage’s room, the guards there stiffing as they saw Shin, the looks on their tanned faces uncertain as they reported strange noises coming from inside of the room. “And you didn’t look? What if she needed a doctor? What if there was an attack- Kazama to finish the job?” Shin seethed, ignoring the guards’ feeble explanation that Lady Demiyah had been making those kinds of noises since she arrived. Shin pushed past them, opening the door and then quickly closing it behind him as he gave his sister and himself privacy. That's when he saw her laying prone on the floor, a kunai too near her chest than Shin ever wanted. His throat ceased as he thought about his beloved Demiyah joining the rest of his family in their next lives.Shin ran over to his sister and knelt down next to her reaching out place his hand gently on top of Demiyah’s, the one holding the kunai. “Demiyah,” he whispered, sliding his palm up the blade, not caring it sliced him, “Let go, sister.”He tugged at the kunai and his own blood pooled. “Please.” |
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Post by Demiyah Akiyama on Jul 29, 2014 11:45:12 GMT -7
The kunai moved every closer to her chest. Her heart raced, possibly beating for the last few moments ever. However, a hand pressed over top of her own and gripped the blade, stopping her before the kunai got even closer to her chest. She understood that it was Shin, but to her, it was like an attack from behind. It was Sora meddling, trying to make her suffer even more than she already was. He was keeping her from ending it. He thought she deserved to see all of the pain that she had caused people. Maybe she did, but she didn't think that she could bear that punishment. She was only so strong, and Kazama had broken her. He'd broken her down so well that she couldn't even pick up the pieces anymore.
"Let... let me go, Shin..." Demiyah hissed between clenched teeth, struggling against her cousins hold. She let out another cry, this one of frustration. "Let me go! Let me do this!" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks in her anguish. 'Let me go... Let me go... I can't...' she thought, continuing to struggle in Shin's hold, seething with bubbling range and giving heavy sobs, but not wanting him to cut himself any more than he already have. "Please..." she begged, refusing to loosen her grip on the kunai in her hand.
She started to try to figure out any way to escape her friends grip, knowing that when it came to sheer strength, Shin always won out. There was a reason Demiyah was a long range weapon user. She was incredibly strong, but even she had her limits. Breathing out heavily, the tears kept falling, "I just want it all to stop... I want them all to leave me alone..." the Kazekage whimpered, appearing to be rather defeated at that point. Swallowing hard, she bowed her head, continuing to sob.
"Leave me alone!"
Hearing the door open slowly, the two guards outside of the door, worried about the noise, peeked into the room. Bad idea. Demiyah's gaze trailed past her cousin, staring at the open door, the guards at the door looking through out of sheer curiosity. Her expression was wild as she suddenly wrenched her hand away from Shin's grasp, throwing the kunai over his shoulder and in between the two spying guards. It hit the wall, just narrowly missing the both of them, though they appeared to be stunned, and even a little horrified at the state of mind that their leader was in. Demiyah glared at them, an out of the norm smile forming on her features as she watched them. "You're dismissed..." she hissed low on her breath, ready to launch herself at the two who were sticking their noses where they didn't belong.
This was a good sign, because it meant that she still had a good sense of self. Even though her reaction toward her own shinobi was a little violent, she still wanted to keep up appearances. People needed to keep thinking that she was fine even though she wasn't. Demiyah wasn't fine. She was far from it. Kazama had made sure of that, hadn't he? Starting to calm herself down little by little, Demiyah brought her gaze back to Shin, "The kunai's out of my hand. Get away from me, Shin." The Kazekage's tone was dark, dangerous. It was as if she'd take extreme measures if Shin didn't do as she told. | |
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Post by Shin Akiyama on Aug 5, 2014 19:49:52 GMT -7
What had happened to his sister? The woman who loved Suna more than anything else? The woman who took him in as just a child, another mouth, and treated him not as a cousin but as a sibling? The woman who was his family, his Kage, and the one thing that kept him from living a life not devoted to religion but to village. Kazama had destroyed that Demiyah and left this in its place. Everything that Demiyah feared and regretted lived because of Kazama and his Genjutsu and Shin couldn’t even fathom what that was like for her. What if he had to live with the faces of his parents, grandparents, his siblings, all bloodied and destroyed because of the same man? Only the Gods could save him then. “You cannot do this, Demiyah,” Shin said, eyes honing in on his sister’s orbs. “You’re thinking of only you right now, of only your happiness, and that is not the Kazekage, that is not my sister.” The realization of what Demiyah was trying to do, how close she was to doing it if not for Shin’s bloodied palm hit the chuunin hard. He wouldn’t lose another person he loved to Kazama. “Don’t leave me.”Shin’s grip only tightened as Demiyah refused to let go, spitting anything at him to get him to leave. She didn't understand that Shin wasn’t going anywhere with the kunai still faced at her heart. His teeth gritted together as he heard his beloved Demiyah cry out against her anguish and pain. Automatically, his eyes shut and a prayer was on his lips. To Life to keep Demiyah and to Death to take him instead – so be it, he’d fast to his death to heal the Kazekage. “I can’t leave you.”It was then that Shin also noticed the door opening, his head turning to glare at the guards before a sharp pain exploded in his palm. He hissed as Demiyah ripped the kunai away from him, the blade cutting deeper into his skin, blood dripping onto his robes and floor. The pain came in throbs, making his hand feel almost numb as he quickly pulled it to his chest, cupping his hand so the blood made a puddle in his palm. While Demiyah addressed her guards Shin was preoccupied with the substance pouring out from him with each heartbeat. It captured him the way little else did and, considering his past and profession, it wasn’t exactly surprising why. But this meeting wasn't about him, the humble priest would never let it be about him. He was here for his sister just like he fasted for her. “I’m not touching you, Demiyah,” he replied back, fishing into his robe pocket to pull out a roll of bandages. A medical nin was always prepared. Lifting the roll to his mouth, Shin tore off a piece and then set to wrapping his injured hand, letting the blood stain his clothing instead of Demiyah’s floor. “And if I was a minute late?” he questioned the Kage, shuddering at the thought himself. |
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Post by Demiyah Akiyama on Aug 8, 2014 13:19:03 GMT -7
"Don't leave me."
Demiyah felt tears rush to her eyes, her throat aching with the need to let out a cry of grief. What was she doing to him? Her family? He looked thinner than normal. Weaker. What was he doing that was making him like this? She was. She was the cause of all this pain she was clearly causing him. To lose another person in his life would surely break him, so why was she doing this? Why had she taken the kunai and tried to cut out her own heart with it? Swallowing hard, she brought her gaze toward the blood flowing from his hand, stunned by the fact that she'd been the one to cause the wound in his palm. Her gaze trailed up from his hand and then to the wall just opposite the door. Blood dripped slowly down the wall where the kunai stuck out of it.
The first tear came slowly, trailing down her cheek in a jagged pattern. Then they all came in a rush, flowing faster and faster down her skin. What if he had come only a second later? She'd have taken her life without any thought about anyone else but herself. Not her father, her sister, Shin, her village. They were all important to her, and she'd never been one to put her own pain above anyone elses, so why did she do it now? Why had she picked up the kunai that had effectively gashed open her brothers hand? The kunai that'd almost been lodged in her chest for her own selfish gain. Dropping her head into her hands, she crumpled under the weight of the realization that was hitting her. Demiyah didn't want to die. By no means was she afraid of dying, but that didn't mean she wanted to die. To take her own life would have been so out of character and it was all Kazama's fault. And her own for even considering it.
"I'm sorry, Shin..." she whispered softly, holding her stomach as if it ached. "I don't... I don't know what's going on with me..." she said softly, "I just... I see them everywhere. In every corner, in both light and dark... They haunt me every single moment. In reality and in my dreams. My mind can't take this... theres so much guilt and I can't bear it... I can't... I... I..." she trailed off, her body wracked by quiet sobs.
"And now I've hurt you... you're bleeding and you already weak. Why are you so weak, Shin?" she whispered up at him, suddenly reaching forward and taking his bandaged hand. "What have you done to yourself?" she swallowed hard, looking him up and down slowly, trying to take note of anything that looked out of place other than what was already completely obvious to her. Her emotions were in complete disarray and she kept bouncing back and forth between anger, fear, grief, hysteria. She couldn't keep a handle on herself, but she needed Shin's help. She couldn't push him away when he was the only one who was coming to her aid when she really needed it.
Him coming and keeping her from plunging the kunai into her chest had to be a sign about something, and she suddenly had the urge to make sure she didn't waste the chance at life that he'd just given her without even realizing it. First things first, though, "How long have I been asleep, Shin? The last thing that I truly remember was Kazama catching me... anything after that is just... fear... screaming... blood..." she breathed, looking a little more distressed by the second. | |
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Post by Shin Akiyama on Aug 9, 2014 19:58:02 GMT -7
The blood that pulsed out from Shin’s wound felt comfortingly warm against his palm, against the linen he was wrapping it with. It was the mother’s embrace he had lost so long ago that, if not for Demiyah and if not for the substance trickling out of him, Shin would have forgotten it altogether. He knew his mind was peculiar for thinking such things and that his fascination with blood and experiments on it could be considered unsettling for most. But it was still a part of him. With his religion and his past, blood was the last of a triumvirate of defining features. The affect it had on him was almost enough not to hear his sister’s sobs.Almost, but never quite.His brown eyes softened as he heard her cry and lament over the decision she'd almost made. The fact that Demiyah recognized how horrendous her suicide would be on Sunakagure and her family was a small victory in itself. At least she wasn’t running after the kunai and fighting Shin off to attack her own body again. But could Shin rejoice and even call what he was witnessing a victory? His sister was beside herself in grief and terror and it hurt the priest to see her like this more than any starvation or wound would. He’d kill Kazama for what he’d done to his sister.“The cut is nothing, Demiyah, nothing more than something I’d receive in training,” he told her, returning to his wound as he tied the final wrap. Shoving the rest of the bandages into his robe pocket, Shin bought himself more time to think about her first question. His faith and life as a priest was nothing new to Demiyah; the Lady Kazekage had even blessed his order with grounds in Suna to construct a temple. But how much about Kinkou was still in question? And what he was doing for her? The fast alone was purely part of the Reaper Sect of Kinkou and Shin wouldn’t know how Demiyah felt about it being done for her.Demiyah’s hands found their way on his injured one and he looked up at her, seeing his sister in all of that grief. And suddenly he was the younger brother, the small boy who’d been plucked out of a blood soaked house, soaked in the life force and crying tears of red. Demiyah’s arms had been a sanctuary then and he could be sanctuary for her now. “Fasting. I’m fasting for your health.” Shin left out the part where the fast would either end up in his death or her recovery. “You’ve been out for some time, sister…what he did to you has taken a toll on more than just your mind,” he placed his uninjured hand on top of hers, gripping them desperately. “Our medical-nin have been working to keep you healthy but you have not been the easiest of patients. From what we know about the Genjutsu you should have been lost instantly but you have fought it. You are strong.”
“But to fully recover we…I need you not like this.”There was a fear to Shin’s voice. |
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