Smear it Splendid [[Ch11up o8.24.o9]]

Not the story title, that's great, the "Ch6.5 up 3.3.08" part ^_^

so demanding. yeah, i fixed it

i don't see it....

The thread title ^_^

Great chapter Dei & Death! Can't believe I noticed the update a month later.

and where have you been claud?

bleh, i forgot about this story completely, i have a stupid poetry project due...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-insert a few dozzen more o's here-

on a brighter note, I did update in the fanfic thread, just on my BOO, POETRY! thread.

okay :D

you need to update this one still though...

Sorry ^_^;

I've been really busy and all with my health and school and finals and stuff... I shouldn't be posting here right not, I should be doing an essay ._.

But once I finish school I'll update like heck, at least until I leave for Korea, mkay?

kool

yay! *throws confetti*

Chapter 7 Up.
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A Dei&Death fanfic.

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VIII : time machine part 1 - Takashi

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if i can turn back time, then i'd make sure to kiss you goodnight that day.

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"Uncle Ken! Uncle Ken! Look what I can do!" A tiny but chubby boy was sloshing through the river, up to a slim, fair-haired man that was sitting on a large rock meditating.

And though the man, Ken, was meditating, he spared the boy time. Cracking an eye open (a skill that the boy vowed to master someday), he smiled. "What have you got to show me, nephew?"

The boy smiled serenely, making a couple handsigns. Almost immediately an orb of water rose from the depths of the river, a fish encased in it.

And then he tured his unnatural blue eyes to meet the fish's unblinking ones.

"Jagon."

Ken blinked in surprise as he saw the fish writhe and flail in the watery prison that his nephew had provided. He could only imagine what the poor fish was going through... but deciding that this was animal abuse, he made his own handsign. "Kai."

And the boy blinked, losing his focus. "Eh..?"

"Do not be so cruel as to harming innocent creatures for your own experiments," Ken reprimanded the boy gently. "Life is something that you should not take lightly... Kill any living thing without a cause and you are scum. Killing oneself for their own selfish reasons is cowardly. Remember this well, my nephew, for remembering these 'rules of life' is more difficult for a shinobi to adhere to."

Now, a boy like this one was smart, but he wasn't a genius. Getting the gist of his uncle's speech, he smiled sweetly. "I won't forget, uncle. Thank you."

"No, nephew," Ken replied with a smile as harmless as his nephew's. "Thank you."

And the boy sloshed off again while trying to squeeze the water out of his oversized shirt, leaving the man perched on the rock, a fish trying to get back to its home flopping helplessly next to him.

However, the fish did not squirm for long, for its futile attempts ceased after a kunai whizzed through the air, glinting with death.

Ken threw the fish back to its home and grave, twirling his fingers lightly over the bloody water. "Jagon, eh..."

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Eye-catch! He is lying on the ground dying, yet he is not bleeding. His eyes are open and moving, but they are at the same time blank and unresponsive. A thin trail of red saliva makes its path down his chin and the figure in the trees (the one with the delicate porcelain mask, the one that looks so fragile yet is so deadly and so evil) realizes that he has just realized that this is one of the most powerful techniques of the world.

And he is going to be the only one that can use it.

Even if he has to kill his own flesh and blood.

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"Uncle Ken! Uncle Ken!" The tiny boy waded through the clear waters once again, wearing the same shirt he wore when he showed his uncle that (oh so kick-ass) jutsu.

After all, it was Saturday afternoon.

And his uncle was always perched on that same boulder, in that same position, with his eyes serenely shut and his palms facing upward in his meditative position - always, on Saturday afternoons.

Always.

Well, maybe except for this one Saturday afternoon.

He frowned in confusion and his mind raced. His uncle had gone on a mission five days ago, yet he had still not come back. Was his uncle not notorious for completing any and every mission given to him in four days tops?

Something was very wrong here.

But the boy fought back his queasiness and sat on the large boulder in the middle of the water, getting into the meditative position his uncle was always in. Closing his eyes, he breathed in and out deeply and tried to force his mind go blank.

A couple of minutes into this, he relaxed into his (very, very uncomfortable) position, before he heard a splash.

When his eyes unconsciously fluttered open, he blinked unsurely.

Why was the water all funny and red? Slowly he inched toward the edge of the boulder and realized that there was a body there, a Mist headband floating away from it.

Pushing the feeling of his churning stomach back, he waded through the bloody waters (oh god, his eyes burned), picked up the headband, stowed it into his shirt, and turned the body over so he could see the person's face.

A scream ripped through the air (though no one would probably hear it) and after a minute he realized he was the one screaming.

Looking up at the clear, sunny sky with blank, unresponsive eyes was his uncle. Though his face was scratched and blood speckled his chin, the prominent eye color that ran through their family still pointed them out.

"Uncle!" He wailed, trying to wipe the blood off of the man's face. "Uncle!"

And the eyes slowly started to focus, and a hand twitched.

The boy recoiled backward as if he had been slapped. "Wha..." He had only been looking at his uncle's face. But now... he realized that his uncle did not have human hands.

They were large, furry paws, with blood-caked claws protruding dangerously from them. His uncle's neck was slowly being dominated by silvery-blue fur, rising... rising to his face. The unnatural blue eyes (the eyes he took so much pride in) were slowly dehumanizing, turning into pupil-less pools of black.

And the wolf-man spoke, blood dribbling down its chin. "Hello, nephew."

"No..."

It raised a paw, its fur shining so horribly magnificently in the light.

"Nonononono... you're not uncle... nooooooooo-"

A dangerous, feral growl ripped through the creature's throat as it seemed to smile gruesomely, and the boy realized that it - his uncle - was going to kill him.

"Goodbye, my dear nephew... Takashi."

And Takashi fell into the endless water, falling unconscious without realizing that he had been slashed in the chest, his skin torn and jagged. His shirt had ripped to mere shreds by the impact of the deadly claws that had once been fingers, and his blood flew out to splatter on the rock (which held so many memories) and the water seemed to go crazy and swallow his blood, welcoming the shallowness of his breath and the stopping of his heart.

And the newly cracked Mist headband was the only thing that rose again, to the top of the water.

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You guys happy now?

:D

I loves it! Bloooood X3

amazing!<3

Now you should update (:

:O

-pinches takashi's cheeks-

... o_O

Glad I noticed it two days later.

As always, great chapter, Dei & Death ^_^
A little peak inside Takashi's past. Nice, really nice.

Someday I'm going to pinch Jose's cheeks too

IT'S SUMMER SO UPDATE SOOOOOON PWEEEEEEZE!

just because it's summer doesnt mean there's people with other things to do.

Well done Death&Dei. Im sure i can speak for everyone when i say we can not wait for the next instalment.

Deikun wrote:just because it's summer doesnt mean there's people with other things to do.

True, but it means you normally have more time! :D

Or are completely bored X3

i love the story
this is the second time i read it
send it to me again cause
i accidentally deleted it
sryy..
good vocabulary and great dialogue too