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Mark of the BattlemageSince the beginning of human civilization, man has always fought and destroyed each other. However, this fighting has drawn the attention of other beings. Demons who dwell in the spirit realm seek access to our plain of existence in order to experience being mortal. The demons can enter our realm from any area that has seen a great deal of death. Those demons that escaped into our world sought out emotions of anger, fear and hatred in order to gain strength. As the demons became more numerous, a secret code with the human genes became active in several individuals around the world. These people realized that they possess abilities never seen in this world. Aside from being able to see the demons' true forms, these individuals see that they possess battle magic, enhancing both their physical abilities and more importantly, the magic can be transferred to their weapons. By this process, their weapons become both significantly larger and far stronger than any man-made weapon. As well, eac
Old Enemies New Targets part 2That event started a war which lasted one year. The Sand did come to the aid of the Leaf, but the war was not going well for the Leaf until one important event. The Cloud and Stone decided to launch a massive two pronged invasion of the Leaf. One part was a diversion to draw away the main forces of the Sand to defend their own village and another to draw away the majority of the Leaf forces. The real invasion was to come from the south of the Leaf, with several hundred Stone shinobi supported by a few dozen Cloud ninja. This force encountered no resistance until getting close to the Leaf. Saion had found out about the invasion plans barely a few hours before it began. Unfortunately the Leaf's forces had already left, so Saion went to intercept the main invasion force. When he finally encountered the vanguard of the invasion force, he easily eliminated this force thanks to his arsenal of elemental justu. With the vanguard eliminated, Saion had left the invasion force blind without the a
Lost timesLost times
Walking down a street she knows very well, a young woman with a left mechanical eye travels light and fast, she knows better than to attract attention to herself. Passing the broken windows and smashed down doors, this street usually has good things to scavenge, but so far she's had no luck. It's like somebody's already been through this area and taken all the good things. Walking around a corner, the young woman sees what she was afraid of. Fifteen men and women on custom built motorcycles, armed with an array of chains, blades and a few firearms. Gripping one of the knives on her left thigh, the young woman whispers under her breath, "Satan's riders." One of the Satan's riders hears the young woman's mutter and turns around. The young woman has seen many things in her life, but the sight of this man's face nearly causes her to vomit. His entire lower jaw is missing, replaced by a mechanical piece, and the right side of his head had a steel plate welded onto it. Plate head
Old Enemies, New TargetsEvening, inside the Hokage mansion of the Leaf village, a four month old baby starts crying in her crib. Her mother, Ginnia Uzubaki reaches into the crib and wraps her daughter's light blue blanket, covered in the symbols of the Leaf and several red ten-pointed stars, around her little body. Making sure Yuiia is warm, Ginnia picks up her daughter and cradling her in her arms, Ginnia begins to soothe Yuiia's crying. Walking through the mansion Ginnia, still carrying Yuiia, runs into her younger sister Ginnianna. In two years, Ginnianna has not changed much. She's still the same strong, hot-headed kunoichi she's always been. Only things that have changed are her rank, Ginnianna's been a Jonin now for almost two years, and her clothing, drawing even more eyes to her. Ginnianna is so happy to see her sister and her niece. Coming up close, Ginnianna strokes the hair on Yuiia's head and looks at Ginnia, "She looks just like you sis." Ginnia, kissing Yuiia's forehead replies, "She looks like
When she criesWhen She cries
water and blood flow
falling to the earth.
As I watch, I look down
to the hand where the knife rests
I look into her blood-shot eyes
and I see the pain she suffers
when she cries
The Power of two heartsIn the land of Lightning, Aaiyame the Akatsuki member travels the rough landscape trying to hunt down the hiding place of the jinchurikis of the 8, 9, 12 and 13-tails. The information Madara Uchiha has collected tells her that Killer Bee, the 8-tails jinchuriki is a large man who prefers swords and bad rap. Naruto Uzumaki, the 9-tails jinchuriki is a young man with blonde hair who has a tendency to charge into situations often without thinking, he should be easy to take care of. There is not much information about the 12-tails jinchuriki, other than that she's from the Sand village and that she has cat-like features. Finally flipping through the bingo book, Aaiyame comes across his face. Saion Auma, the jinchuriki of the 13-tails Phoenix and the last known member of the Auma clan. Aaiyame still thinks back to that day when, instead of killing her, Saion spared her despite her having kidnapped one of his students and trying to capture him. She doesn't know why, but she cannot get his fa
There is someone I must saveIt's been two weeks since Team 15 nearly lost their leader to the Akatsuki, and during that time Saion has been resting in the hospital due to the tremendous damage his body has endured. Despite the phoenix's healing abilities, the extent of the damage is too great for quick healing. Lady Tsunade, Saion's physician, is examining his chart while Saion rests in the hospital bed with his neck, left shoulder, both arms, chest, and right leg bandaged, "Well Saion. Looks like you won't be getting out of here anytime soon." Tsunade says, "Lady Tsunade. Isn't there anything you can do that will get me out of here sooner?" Saion pleads, "There is no medical ninjustu in this world that can heal all of your injuries. You just need rest and time. You'll stay here for about three more weeks, then you'll need about four more weeks of light work before you're fully recovered." Saion's heart sinks with this news as Tsunade exits the room. Sinking back into the pillow, Saion can
The Auma tale part 2Ginnianna is on the verge of tears. First she was forced to leave her sensei and friend to fight all eight Akatsuki, knowing that not even he could stand for very long against 8 S-rank ninja. Then she had to watch as he was carried off like a trophy by Kisame, by far her most hated Akatsuki member. And now she's lying with her face in the mud with Kisame pushing his foot into her back directly between her shoulder blades, pinning her and preventing her from fighting back. All Ginnianna can see are Shion and Taiun trying desperately to fight Itachi with Shion's insects and taijustu along with Taiun trying to use a Genjustu powerful enough to ensnare Itachi while Saion's unconscious body is lying on top of Kisame's sword. Ginnianna puts her arms under her body and tries to get up, but Kisame simply pushes down with his foot on her back, forcing her back into the mud and smiling down at her, Kisame cruelly tells her, "Forget it, girly. Nothing you can do will work on me. And any of your n
The Auma tale part 1Resting on the top of one of the tallest trees in the forest on the border of the land of fire is a young 16 year old Jonin of the Leaf Village. His flak jacket unbuttoned to cool off, he rests his head against the trunk of the tree, letting his short dark brown hair flutter in the breeze. His name is Saion of the once great Auma clan, before it was nearly eradicated by their sworn enemy, the Uchiha clan. As he rests against the tree, waiting for his chunin team to return, he lets his left leg dangle off the tree and in the sunlight his dark brown pants and red sleeveless shirt are plainly visible, the colours of his clan which he wears with honour. What is more visible to any other shinobi in the area are the arm and leg armour that Saion wears at all time from his year in the ANBU black ops. Gazing across the forest towards the land of Earth, Saion lets his mind wander, thinking back to past missions. A slight smirk runs across his face as he fondly remembers the time when 2 years ag
Broken HeartbeatYou seem to break my heart beat into shorter syllables,
like every time I touch you,
It just gets
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I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
She Is PoetryShe speaks to me in sonnets
Sighing her similes
Angrily articulating her alliterations
and ranting her rhymes.
She mumbles her metaphors
Heaving heavily her haikus
Bickering her ballads
at my feeble free verse.
You really wanted a girl who wasn't me.I fell in
love with you or
not quite you,
because you said
you'd never love
sacrosanct perversionhe is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my blue-flamed boy nova
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
ways I have failedscarling I believe
I knew our stars were faulted
The same way I knew that I couldn't stand them disarrayed
I wove you slowly
into my tendons
and I refuse any dimension that finds us ceasing
just pretend I am a man
and not a knot in your chest
I will pretend that I'm not gasping for breath
you are my barbed catalyst
that I refuse to release
I will proudly dress my wounds in the mirror
knowing that everything will be better than I was
there is no part of me undoctored
no words ungreened
and no fiber untorn
you were never just a prompt
but you were always more than my thin hands could manage
I always knew you would outgrow me
Twilight's Dream Falling,
Twas a dream
You in my sight,
Just your eyes,
Oh, the way
They strip me
Of my soul,
So that it be
My darling -
In the days
You caressed me
Falling for you,
Over you -
But twas just
miles to goi.
i am tired
of having nowhere to go after midnight,
when the skies are cloudiest,
and the streets are darkest.
there's a thirst in me
that desires a map for this twisted path of life;
it's too broken in places
to navigate alone.
goodbyes echo in my head as i step
off the train platform and onto the waiting car,
but i cannot concentrate, for fear
that i have boarded wrong.
so all i can ask
is for you to keep your arms open,
for it's the closest thing to home
that i have ever known.
you set my spine to knotting
with imperfect purl of wax.
clip collarbones to drain them
of their cabernet impacts.
your swishing wakes the levy
and grips teeth of the deceased.
churns salivating testaments
in infinite increase.
the twist of looms in chaos
and cartography dispersed.
fine lines in exit vectors
looping twice about the earth.
a curvature evolving
from unmeasured sect decree
that aggravates the dialect
of treasured lecturing.
a clash of fingerprinting with
a violet wild stare.
the genesis of ending
your litigated seraphim
bow fluid at the knee.
dissolve the body noted
by the crimson lettering.
oh lover suffer sweet with me
and lush make every reap.
we'll monument the dimming light
and lustre tourmaline
HerPain and love....
It's what I always feel around her
That there must be something I can do to help
I guess just being there and listening can do it for now
But it is so hard to just sit there and not be able to reach out and just
hold her and tell her that things will get better
That she can depend on me to be there for her
I want to be
But I don't know if she wants it
Whenever I try to ask, my tongue sticks to the back of my throat and my lips dry out.
All I can do is watch and listen to her and the pain she suffers
Even though it cannot be seen
I feel there is a glass wall between us
No matter how hard I try, I cannot break through
Only she can open the wall and let me in
But I don't know if she will
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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