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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
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
bad habitsi chew up keratin claws
and spit out lead nails
like letters laced with
a twine of tawny truths
and the smack of gums
forming lewd lilac lies.
you bite your sodden
to the stem of bone,
peeling layers of
paint-stained skin with
i often wonder
how my fingertips
morph metaphors with
awry alliteration while
your palms paint
purpled pastels and
my fractured wrists creak
and porcelain ghost
lines stripe your
autumn brushed skin
yet somehow, together,
we still create beauty.
SanctuaryVines stretched between her fingertips
Flowered fields grew at her word
and I swore that the galaxies lived in her eyes.
Starlight was the laughter that she breathed,
A universe of its own
Framed by the graceful arc of her parted lips.
Her movements were the gentle ocean waves
and daylight played off her skin,
Even in the darkest corners of the night.
A lion's roar was found in the screech of her cry,
and waterfalls trickled from her delicate lashes.
Mountains settled on her sloping brow,
her arms became the atmosphere I couldn't believe I ever lived without,
and a new world built itself upon her beauty
each and every day.
And so when the realm around me became too small,
I found my sanctuary in her.
My Dark OneMeet me near the
Drape me in your
Only you can give
Never forget our
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
Seeing GhostsBefore the mirror she is seated,
the beauty that she sees before her
confounds her hesitant gaze.
Her reflection too
seems to keep her eyes averted,
as though she also possessed
the gift of sight, liveliness
of mind. Sentient she might be
and see too clearly how
that captivating face
had only eyes and love for her,
who was only a figment,
the stuff of unreality!
Both gazers blinded by their vision,
by eyes much too expressive,
by the ache of unattainable yearning
- much too intense for either gaze to meet.
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
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