Awaken. [his return]

[shinzo-kori]

Drip....

Among the darkest depths, within the abyss. Cold and hallow was the feeling that could be felt had one been in his shoes. Was he captive to some sort of assassin's seeking to overthrow the Mist Village. Had he been murdered or thought to have been murdered and left to dying in pain in agony. There was no pain, no feeling at all, for he felt as if he had awoken from the longest rest of his life.

Drop

It was pitch black, and the only that could be heard was the dripping from the roof of whatever type of structure he found himself in. It felt like a cave, or maybe a prison, yet he had no reason to be imprisoned unless he was a prisoner of war.

Splash....

He slowly lifted himself from the mucky puddle his head rested in, yet as his posture became erect, he felt the sharpest pain in his back, almost as if someone had stabbed him. He felt for the pain, but no flesh wound nor sign of bruising could be found. He was....unsure and doubtful of his existence or if there was any sign of life in this place.

Stumble

After analyzing that his body was indeed free of any physical wounds, he lifted himself up from the ground and stumbled to his feet; rather pathetic had the lights been on to see. He placed his right hand upon the side of his head as he felt his head throb...odd. He walked ahead from this place, not knowing where he was going, but no obstacles stopped his pace so he must have been following the right path.

Chirping....

The sound of life, oh so sweet, its light so bright. He could feel the warmth that kept from this cold hole he found himself in. The sun reflected off the walls giving him some sort of guide to follow, and as he got closer, he knew freedom was find him. The sound of birds chirping was a great sound to hear, for the birds could sing no greater then that day. He stumbled out to the light, so bright his burned from the sensitivity the obvious cave gave him.

He didn't remember anything before this.....as a matter of fact...he didn't even remember his name.

[shinzo-kori]

"What is this...."

What is what? Life, warmth, light, air, the trees? There were so many things to wonder about, but the clearest thing was the throbbing pain in the back of his head and the aching in his stomach. He felt for his head again but this time things were much clearer.

There was a large bruise on the back of his head, as if he had fallen upon a rock. He had never had a bruise to this magnitude, thus it would have made him wonder why he was still alive. But then again, he didn't remember anything, neither himself or the world around him.

Shuffle....

As he stepped into more light, a glare caught his eye as he squinted looking away from his chest. The headband upon his neck reflected all the sun had to offer, hiding from him the signal carved into its plate.

He stumbled a bit as he walked forward with his eyes closed. He followed with his ears, the sound of rushing water had caught his attention and so he would follow it. After making a distance, he had successfully made it there. He looked into the waters, everything a blur to his eyes yet his senses were heightened and he could sense the many fish that inhabited these waters. Of course he did not know he was a ninja and that his perception of the world was at a higher level then normal civilians.

Splash....

He fell to his knees in front of the river bank as his hand dove into the water cupping enough to quench his thirst. He sucked it in enjoying every drip of it as he looked around him like an animal making sure the coast was clear of all who may oppose him. After a good amount of drinks, he lifted himself up and looked around him some more.

Clink....

His right hand slowly fell and rested upon the two blades at his hip. He did not question them, wondering just who he was in the past....he was who he was now and nothing more. His eyes dashed from left to right and then his feet rushed forward at a pace to make exploring this world much quicker.

[shinzo-kori]

Rustle....

He rushed through the woods, following shadows within his mind, images of himself appearing in different places for unknown reasons. Was it wise to follow these images? It didn't matter to him, he was indeed more lost then most in this world. His image would halt however and so he would as well.

It was almost ghostly how the ghost of himself appeared and vanished before quickly reappearing again only inches from his face. His index finger now covered his own mouth, a sign for the lost ninja to silence himself.

"They are here..."

Now the image was speaking to him and it was a bit much for the oblivious being to comprehend. He did not know of whom the ghost was speaking about, but if it were anything that could cause him harm, his new mind desired to avoid it. Little did he know that his inner conscious would disagree on this fact.

"Poor prey, to be lost among the forest...."

The ghost had vanished, and it was a different voice now that spoke to him. A mystery the oblivious ninja did not wish to seek out, but it was inevitable for the other had plans of his own. His appearance soon showed before him, about ten meters ahead of him a man, a large one at that.

"Who...who are you..."

Innocent, but this man was a predator seeking to destroy, only the young shinobi was oblivious to this fact. The image of himself appeared once again, however this time from his own soul as if freeing himself from the captivity of a lost soul. There was a mirror image of the other man who approached him in the first place, an image of the scene it would seem.

This image of himself, the oblivious ninja, showed no sign of fear. As a matter of fact, he grinned at this danger and went in head first with his blades at his side. The man attempted to defeat him, but in the end was defeated quite quickly, left to die. Following this, the images disappeared and the only thing left was the true beings.

"You are indeed a lost soul boy, but I will end that, for the price of your Ryo."

Following this, the man would unsheathe a blade from his back, the cold steel sliding against the material of its sheathe. It was like nails to a chalk board in to the oblivious ninja's ear, a newborn at the moment to battle. The helpless ninja would reach for his only blades however, only because the image told him too.

Silence....

It was quiet, but soon that was killed as the man ahead slowly began to move towards the lost ninja. He didn't seem worried about the ninja's ability though it was obvious with the headband tied around his neck. It didn't matter, the oblivious ninja did not seem to confident himself either...or did he. His hair, it covered his eyes, the true revealer of intentions, and his intentions were now hidden.

"You've stepped close enough...."

Who was this that spoke, for it surely wasn't the weakling standing before the predator with a tongue of fire. His head slowly lifted up lightly as one eye revealed its self, its piercing look gave him the look of insanity. The man halted a second to process the situation, but soon he over looked it as he pointed the blade towards the enraged ninja.

Silence....

The man had now made his way to him, his large blade now resting upon the lost ninja's shoulder, almost as if death was to come. But it would be swift, death would sweep in and take a soul away to either total damnation or the heavens above.

Sparks....

The short blade, Wakazashi, would lift with his left hand into the air with the blade that threatened to take the hosts head. It then dragged along its edge with a screech, its speed fast enough to create sparks. It lifted the blade into the air as his open hand, wielding the Katana, quickly thrust forward towards the man's chest.

Poof....

It was just an illusion, an impostor of the true being that haunted him. Had the oblivious ninja been at a better state, he would have taken notice to fact that this image bore no shadow, nor did it show any true motive to kill.

This would be something to worry about, but the ninja did not.....odd. Was he beginning to know who he was, or no. This feeling of warmth rushing throughout his body as well rage. Was it wrong to feel this way....

"I don't know what this is.....but it feels good."

[shinzo-kori]

Why would this man only appear in an illusion, were there no true battle intentions? The oblivious ninja knew not of what was to come, but this feeling that still remained, his confidence kept him less worried. He did not sheathe his blade, but merely returned to following the images that lead him down a path unknown to him.

Whispers....

They came from no where and everywhere, the scene began to shake and the image of himself began to get further and further away from him. His attempt to follow was a failure, for the throbbing in his head began to grow uncontrollable. Thats when it happened again, the man appeared.

"So, your not as lost as I thought boy...."

The man again, however this time he stood upon a thick branch of a near by tree. Was he afraid deep within, this time giving the ninja his space, or was he just stocking his prey to find the right moment to strike. It did not phase the oblivious ninja much, but his presence would not go unnoticed.

"Cut the sh!#, your not gonna do anything."

With that, the ninja began to walk away from the scene, but the man would not let this go. He was quite outraged at how brave this one was growing, and he wished to silence him before he would grow bold enough to stand up to him. He dove down from the tree like a hawk, head first towards the ninja.

"Die for your insolence!"

That image of a battle quickly flashed across his mind again, the images of himself in the heat of battle. He had gained his confidence, however not the skills to battle...not yet it would be believed. The man neared closer towards the ground as his right hand unsheathe the blade upon his back and pointed it downward towards the ninja.

Clink....

The boy's evasion had heightened to unbelievable heights as he vanished from his position, replaced by the blade aimed for his back which now found itself lodged into the ground. The man's feet met with the ground, yet his position was now quite vulnerable.

"Gotcha..."

Yes, he did have him indeed, and now the blade that the lost ninja had forgotten to sheathe away now found itself within the flesh of the man who attempted to kill him in the first place. A vital organ was missed, but it was the cost for forgetting one's self as he did. The man staggered a moment, his muscles tensing to cope with the situation.

"You are no mere fool I see, you have wounded me."

The ninja ignored his words as he dug the blade deeper into the flesh of the man, this time feeling bone. Following this, he twisted the blade to keep it stuck in there and leaned forward with his Wakazashi close towards the man's neck.

"I don't know who I am....so until I do...back off."

The blade ripping from the man's back, tattered flesh hanging as blood spilled upon the grass. The man groaned in pain as he fell to his knees and the lost ninja walked away. He then swiped the blade across the back of the man's calf as well, tearing flesh and tearing a tendon.

He would have trouble walking or following for that matter from here on out. He was feeling stronger, this power that seemed so strange, yet he liked it. The images would appear again, but this time, he did not follow.

Silence....

He merely passed on by the image of himself, leaving the image quite puzzled yet please to the progress of his memory gain. For some odd reason, he knew how to get where he was going, he just did not where it was he was going. Hopefully things would be cleared up once he arrived at his destination.

[Exit]