[Tachibana Miori]

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This night was a roller coaster of dreams. For most adults, it was rare to remember a lone dream, the mind no longer as affected by the strange hallucinations the mind created to stimulate the body enough to remain alive whilst at rest. Yet Miori's particular life choices left her with dreams that spoke directly to her core, forcing her to at least somewhat confront her troubles, even if she would not consciously do so.The first dream was a pleasant one. Miori remembered a vague concept of a life lived; one of adversity and pain that bore fruit of compassion and mercy. As she stood in the outskirts, this Miori's hair was far longer, kept in a shimada style updo, held in place by a spider like Kanzashi hairpin; the spider holding the morning sun in its grasp. Her body was more reminiscent of her younger self, her lighter skin contrasting her still black dyed hair, her form covered by flowing elegant silk kimono. She walked what seemed to be the outskirts, the buildings placed in vaguely familiar positions. Yet the holes and missing pieces were replaced with shining golden constructs, their metallic surfaces reflecting light across the entirety of the outskirts. Children would pass her and offer words of appreciation and thanks from small pieces of advice she had given in some nebulous past interaction, and those who were alone and discarded by those around her would come to her for a gentle simple comfort.
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The details of her journey's between the people were vague at best, lacking any true details to the movements, but the moments brought a warmth to the woman's heart. As she moved across the desert, she'd slowly witness the bright sand transfer into a vibrant, surreal garden with colors so vivid they seemed to possess an iridescent glow. She could smell the scent of sweet flowers, gentle breezes blanketing her in comfort. For some reason the young Mayonaka assumed with absolute certainty that she was at the Oasis, a place she finally could visit where Mayonaka features were embraced rather than feared. As a breeze rustled the leaves of giant, iridescent trees, Miori felt a presence. A figure took shape near a deep blue lake, sitting atop a steel blue rock blanketed by emerald green moss that was further decorated by vibrant plants. As the weathered old man's leathery skin began to take shape behind rugged rags, Miori would recognize the closest thing she had ever had to a father; the Dune Dweller, alive and well. She could not tell what he was saying exactly, nor recall her responses, yet she could feel laughter punctuating drawn out feelings of comforting nostalgia. As the conversation drew on, Miori moved into the water, continuing to speak with her guardian about small unimportant matters. With each step further in Miori felt more at peace, and by the time the water was gently lapping at her neck, a fleeting moment of love and understanding washed over her. In the physical world, Miori was smiling and holding her thin blanket close, believing the water to have been playfully shoved into her face as tears began to swell in her eyes.

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[Tachibana Miori]

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Although tens of minutes passed in the world that had Miori sleeping on a self created box spring and web lined bed, to her mind she would immediately move from her previous dream to the new one. There was no unspoken history present in this one, only concepts; being lost without any sense of direction, of stumbling after realizing the ground you built yourself upon was one of unstable footing. The six armed puppeteer was present in this dream as she was in the real world, nary a single alteration to her sense of self. Arising from a golden marble like floor, the woman could see countless walls constructed of her own webbing. Above her she could see a sea of shifting colors, warbling images of sun and moon cascading in a strange dance. Over and under, through and out, even melding as the world below reflected changes from night to day alongside brief moments of twilight. A series of long, wide pathways could be found between the walls, and with a touch she found herself capable of altering the constructs. Exploring the labyrinthine maze, Miori knew she was utterly alone, yet no hint of fear filled her body. Throughout her exploration, Miori would take pieces from the walls and ground beneath her, creating complicated puppets, gadgets and artifice of her own design. A tower of golden strands created from explosive spheres, countless tall strong constructs who's steps echoed through the labyrinth in a dull harmonious rhythm. Others moved in sync with her own desires, dancing and posing together in some strange mimicry of interaction as she reveled in her journey.
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Yet as she moved further and further into the strange maze, she would notice changes outside of her own design. The walls were slowly beginning to arch upwards, forming small cramped tunnels that Miori needed to squeeze herself through to progress, moments of absolute darkness cut off from the sky above. As she moved through one tunnel in particular, she heard one of her larger creations begin to step out of harmony with her surroundings. No matter how she tried, the puppet continued to fail to find the rhythm she had established- and soon so did all the others; forming a cacophony of discordant powerful stomps that forced the walls to cave in further, the strands pulling themselves together to form protective buildings around her. As Miori began to build higher in an attempt to see, the constructs would move with increasing intensity, some of her more complex creations- such as a flying hawk began to circle her tower, drawing her attention outwards. Her creations were standing outside the fortress, moving in sporadic patterns as they patrolled, removing any threats they detected near the young woman. Across the desert, she could barely spot a group traveling through the unstable sands, enjoying the chaotic sky as they spoke with each other. Yet Miori could not hear them.

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[Zakku Burokon]

// Zakku //

What good is skill
If you don't make it to the dance?
Despite circumstance
You've got a chance

N/A

Zakku sat at his table rolling his blunts for the week and tucking them into his herb pack.  A typical night to the blue haired young adult as he'd come too used to doing.  Humming to himself he placed his batch together and listened to the radio.  "Now for breaking news."  He stopped looking at his radio with confusion.  "If you come across someone who looks exactly like you.  Runaway and hide.  Do not attempt to confront them.  Tell a shinobi if you cannot hide."  Clicking his tongue he shut off the radio.  "As if."  He scoffed and stood up placing one of his blunts between his lips and got ready to light it when he froze.

His green eyes focused on the doorway where a 2nd Zakku stood staring with just as equal confusion.  He hadn't sent out any clones.  There was no reason for another Zakku to be here.  The second Zakku began to smile.  A wide toothy grin that unsettled him.  The teeth began to sharpen and the caring green eyes became a hollow white.  It's limbs began to extended to inhuman lengths as bones popped and cracked as the fingers grew into sharpened points.  The other stared at him and licked it's lips.  Just as it charged towards him Zakku ducked under the table and darted towards the door.  He felt like his feet were being marred down but he could still move quick enough to dodge the others swipes.  Slamming the door the bastion shut Zakku kept running willing himself to go faster.

The sky was a dark red instead of the black star covered sky he expected to see.  The other crashed through the door charging after him matching his speed.  Zig zagging did nothing to lose the other as it got closer.  Zakku cursed and decided to disregard the report and fight.  Weaving his hand signs he raised his hands forming a diamond.  "BOLT!"  Zakku called but nothing.  His Raiton never formed.  Fear sweat began to pour down his head as he ran through the seemingly abandoned streets.  Buildings were run down and he found himself running towards the old Team 3 club house.  

Zakku hit the door running and was instantly met with Other versions of Miori and Nezumi.  They had the same extended limbs his other had and reached out for him.  As he turned to flee the other Kyoko sensei grabbed him and threw him inside.  He smashed through the table and the four Others surrounded him.  He tried to get up but they held him down as his Other approached him and with a quick flick of his wrist severed his arm.  Zakku screamed in pain as the others reached out sending their pointed limbs into his stomach as he screamed.


Zakku screamed and fell out of is cot.  Gasping and panting he grabbed his arm finding it still attached.  Holding it close he looked around in a panicked frenzy.  Taking deep breaths he forced himself to calm down and looked at the manga he'd fallen asleep reading.  'The Others.' Feeling his heart rate slow down as he repeated to himself.  "It was just a Nightmare.  It was only a Nightmare."  Climbing back into his cot he looked around the bastion to reaffirm his repeated phrase.  Laying down he threw the manga away and covered his eyes with his arm.  "Never reading that again."  Grabbing his next manga 'The Face Snatchers' and started reading once again.

[Oonakayama Arashi]

What lies beneath the Surface TAG. WORDS. xxx NOTES:

Weight of the World The darkness of the night seemed to cloud over the area, Arashi walking among it with a calm expression on her face. She couldn't say for sure why she was there, but something was drawing her to push forward, a force compelling her to move into the mist and haze of the night. She could make out the dunes and mountain ridges, noting the edges and the eyes of the wild looking down at her. She could hear the the wild howls of wolves, and the brisk clipping of the wind against barren weeds. As she kept moving, she'd stop as she heard voices coming from around her. Echoes, screams, cries. They mixed with rage, sadness, and desperation and seemed to flood at her like a current as she braced herself for them. They were like a strong gust, attempting to push her down and pressuring her to yield. Yet as she held her ground, shielding her face with her hands, she'd draw them back to see thousands of faces looking at her. She was surrounded by them, each one different, each one with eyes that just looked upon her and stared. As she turned, she'd see more of them, each one holding their position as they wore the attire of the village. Merchants, bakers, workers, militia, all kinds of people, each one looking at her, remaining silent as they stood there. "What do you want?...WHAT!?" As she stared back at them, yelling her question, she'd soon see faces that were more familiar to her. Her mother, with Takefusa in her arms, Setsuna, and her father. Each one would seem to hold the same stare as they looked at her. Then, appearing beside them were Miori, Zakku, Ayukawa, Yoshiko, Kiho, Hitsukai,Senshi, and then Asahi. With her eyes growing wide, she'd see them draw closer, each person moving in and closing the gap in each direction she turned. More faces appeared as they grew more sudden. Akira, Tsuneo-sensei, Bakura, Akane, Hiroaki-sensei, Kuroki-sensei. More and more faces seemed to close the distance, drawing closer, their stares growing stronger as they eyes seemed to turn white, prompting Arashi to scream as she attempted to break free, only to find herself releasing a burst of wind, causing their bodies to disappear into dust. Within moments, she was alone, her gaze showing complete horror, blood seeming to be all that remained as she'd soon see them marching past her, moving toward what looked like an unstoppable force. As she looked at this, she'd try and reach out to them, only to see them wiped out into dust once more, allowing for more blood to fall into the sand. Bloodstained every inch of her, the dust of her people seeming to grow back as they moved past her again, moving once more against the force that was moving toward them. Each time, they would be blasted again, leaving more blood, only to return to repeat this process. Rising to her feet, Arashi would begin to move through them, pushing their bodies back as she tried to stop them, unable to stop them from dying, unable to stop the process from beginning all over again. "Pleasee....just...pleaseee...don't..." As she looked at the force that was doing this, their colors and origins unknown to her, she'd scream as she charged forward, placing herself between them, looking at this nameless army, this incoming hoard, this unstoppable force, releasing a scream as she'd find herself attacked and impacted by a heavy force, knocking her back and into the ground. Laying there, her body broken, her eyes staring at the endless night, she'd see the shadows of that same army moving forward, looking on as they began to attack those familiar faces, killing those important to her, the people she was supposed to protect, and her..still on the ground, unable to do anything. Unable to stop it. Until finally, one of the shadows looked down at her, lifeless eyes staring into her own, and finally, bringing down a kunai directly into her heart. ----------- Jolting herself awake, Arashi looked around her to see the bed and blankets that covered her, her pack of dogs surrounding her, Nai close to her side. She'd look toward the window to see the buildings of the village, the darkness of the night sky with dots of stars embedded within. As she laid her head back down, her hand would rest upon her chest, releasing a breath before then speaking softly. "A nightmare...." Or reality.... Attempting to see if Shukaku perhaps had been responsible, she'd hear the low bellow of the beast within her, proving that to be unlikely. If anything, his nightmares would have involved her killing someone. This...this was her being directly responsible for the death of millions...and not being able to stop it. Turning her head, she'd see the book that rested on her bedstand, staring at the cover briefly before then groaning as it was her mother's notes. "Not reading you before bed anymore...." In saying this, she'd close her eyes, but find herself unable to return to sleep, her thoughts drifting to the images in her mind. What she had seen...it meant something....and perhaps...it was an omen... SPOILER: Click to show -S.A Used- -Jutsu Used- -Items Used- -Familiar Used-

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