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 Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:22 pm
A battle of an altered world... Unlike the history of Gaioh this battle would be taking place in another reality. One in which Chaos had remained loyal to Gaioh, his mind had not been shattered by the sword Rage and his vines not destroying his sanity. In this realm Chaos was calm and collect, he had never fallen to the temptations of power. However Masamune in this world had fallen much like Chaos had in the other world. Masamune had become obsessed with power and had turned his back on his home. Masamune of the Dark Flame would be facing off against Chaos, the Demon Vine ninja...
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 2:52 pm
The two shinobi had clashed countless times, and now it had come down to this. The twisted and violent Masamune had fled across the mountainous Sky Country, pursued by his nemesis Chaos. Here, on the wind-swept heights of a long-dead volcano, Masamune would make his final stand.
The massive crater had seen use in the days since the firey chasm had gone dormant. A massive temple complex had been built here by some reclusive sect of buddhists, but had lost its outside support and died out, leaving behind the ruins of the once-grand complex as the only sign they'd been here. Now, the buildings were overgrown and crumbling, and the wind moaned ceaselessly through empty corridors.
But the complex was no longer as dead as it had been. In the midst of the jungle-surrounded volcanic crater, Masamune Syaoran waited for his foe. Too long he'd been dogged by those too weak or stupid to see what the world had become. Too long he'd been held back, kept from his purpose by those too afraid to do what must be done.
And now Chaos would come. He would come because he always came. Because he couldn't stand to see what the man he'd once called friend had become. As if Masamune were some kind of wicked monster! Because he was so enamored with this disgusting world and its godless inhabitants, as if they deserved his pity and protection. But mainly, this time, Chaos would come because Masamune had something that belonged to him....
Masmune looked behind him at the unconscious form of the woman on the stone floor behind him. She didn't move, of course. She was bound too tightly for that. But she would wake soon. Just in time to see the end of the man she loved. And then, the end of everything. In fact, he laughed as he inspected the seals he'd marked all over her body, She was going to be the guest of honor at that little party...
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 3:11 pm
Chaos had never fallen to the dark temptations of power. He had seen the evil and corruption of the forbidden techniques and rather than learning their secrets, Chaos had learned their flaws. He had done much for Gaioh and had kept it safe from evil but now he hunted his best friend. The Demon Vines in his body squirmed a bit as he climbed the mountain. The vines in his body were much different from the original ones he had used. These ones had been purified, no longer did the demon vines give off cursed chakara but gave only pure uncorrupted chakara. Chaos had stripped them of their harsh nature, now they were simple plant.
Chaos himself wore a white robe with a blue border on it. It was rather heavy and was used as armor as the clothe was highly resilient to attacks. Underneath he wore standard ANBU armor, his mask hanging from his belt. Three large scrolls were tied to his back underneath he cloak. His hair was red with blue tips and it had been tied into a rather intricate pony tail that went the entire way down to his lower back. There was a tattoo on the left side of his face depicting a vine growing up past his eye, white roses hanging off of it. He seemed calm but had a cold stare on his face.
"Today I will end the darkness that flows in your soul my friend... Even if it means I must end your existence as well." Chaos was angered that Masamune had kidnapped his wife, an Akuma that Chaos had married only a few months ago. Chaos had done everything to save Masamune but not it was to late. He had been ordered by Kashin, the new Hanekage, to eliminate Masamune once and for all and with each step Chaos took up the mountain he new that he would have no choice.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 2:43 pm
Masamune took a look around the crater once more. The stupa at the center was mostly intact, this was where he stood, at the base of the massive tower. To the east and west were large buildings, only half of the west one still standing. Masamune imagined these were dwellings, though he hadn't actually explored these. The stonework was simple, what remnants of furnishings remained were plain and sturdy. Clearly the monks who'd lived and worshipped here hadn't thought much for comfort or style. The central area of the crater was garden, long since reclaimed by the jungle that covered this region, so far south of the more stark chain of mountains that housed Gaioh.
Gaioh... it seemed so long ago that Masamune had been part of that village. Honored, respected; Feared, yes, but more for his power than his wrath. Some part of him thought he could have lived like that his whole life. When had it all changed? But he already knew that. The day so long ago, when Kasumi had come calling. For so long, Masamune's sole purpose in life had been to kill his sister for her treacherous role in the clan war that wiped out their family. And then she'd come to find him, but she'd found the Hanekage instead. She never stood a chance, and Masamune was robbed of his revenge.
But somehow, the feelings of hate never went away with his sister's demise. The anger festered in his heart day after day, and though he tried his best to be the kindly leader of Ichijin everyone thought he was, the hate was always there beneath the facade. And then he'd inherited Rage from an unknowing Chaos, who was trying so hard to get rid of his own darkness.
The sentient sword had quickly attacked his sensibilities, twisting his mind with the anger he'd bottled up.
No! Rage showed me the truth. I can't let myself believe those lies Chaos told me. Anger is just another tool for change. If it gives me the power to make the world a better place, isn't it worth the price in the end?
Of course it is, Flameling. And we'll turn this world into something grand. Just you wait and see. The others don't understand. This world is unacceptable. So much pain, so much death. We'll cleanse it together, you and I. And from the ashes we'll create a new world, a better one. Wait and see...
Djinn.. How could Masamune forget the day he'd met the creature who'd given him such gifts? As time had gone by Masamune had lost control of his temper more often, he'd become suspicious of everyone, lashing out at them over the slightest insult, real or imagined. His outbursts had driven him to alienate his friends, lose his position with the ANBU, even to turn his hate on several younger members of his clan, hurting them with a training exercise too strenuous for genin who just wanted to learn more control over the Ichijin bloodline.
But by then he was too far gone to care. The festering hate had come to define him, and the only thing he wanted was to make everyone and everything he despised go away. Meditating on how he might accomplish this end, he'd heard a voice call to him from the shadowy planes of existence beyond this one. Following it, he met Djinn, a powerful entity who promised him everything he wanted, just for sealing a pact with him. How could he refuse? And Djinn had given him so much power...
Chaos was taking too long. Masamune thought as he snapped out of his reverie. He inspected his gear one more time. His black garb was loose and comfortable, allowing him the ease of movement he needed to exercise his bloodline. He wore no leftovers of his time in the ANBU corps, his mask and short sword had been turned in when he was forcibly retired. He'd resigned his commission as a shinobi soon after, discarding his headband and vest (Well, he'd actually thrown the at the Hanekage's feet and spit on them, but it amounted to the same thing). Rage still rode at his hip in a plain scabbard, heavily marked with seals to silence the sword's voice, the better to hear Djinn's. His boots were dusty from the long hike, but otherwise well-maintained. He wore no headgear of any kind, his face a constant frown and his hair long and going grey before his time, tied back in a braid to keep it out of his eyes.
Slung over his back was the bag that held most of his belongings, and on the ground next to him was a very large scroll. He eyed this last with a private smile.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 9:22 pm
As Chaos climbed the mountain he spotted Masamune standing atop. He sighed and snapped his head to the side to crack his neck. "Now it is time..." Chaos said as he dragged his hands across one another and the moment they passed each other they seemed to flicker a bit. Chaos had increased his hand sign speed to that of the gods and he knew full well he had an edge there. "Earth Style, Shifting Earth of the Garden!" With those words Chaos slammed his hands onto the earth. Quickly the earth began to crumble and move, quickly cracks flowed up the mountain side and directly towards Masamune. "Earth Style, Fissure of the Garden!" With those words Chaos would separate the earth directly under Masamune's feet and have him drop into the earth.
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