Naruto: Curse of the Uchiha

Having come to do certain business with an a merchant named Kaito Yoshido, the masked ninja had finished and then bade his longtime friend farewell. At ease the ninja started on his way to exit the Whirlpool Village. Satisfied that all had gone well and he’d organize another meeting in two months to talk about the next shipment of sacred scrolls to be brought from villages under the Uchiha rule.

Up ahead before the winding path that led out to the genjutsu barrier, the masked ninja was stopped by somewhat of a familiar face. He didn’t know the man in person but was sure it was Daaku Raito. “I’m surprised to see you here, I have to say that it is certainly an honor on my part.” The masked ninja reached out his left hand in an attempt to shake Daaku’s....but then drew his hand back startled.

A sharp pain had confused the masked ninja and his eyes glanced down to see that a jagged blade was jammed into his abdomen. Blood was already running out of the wound and splashing onto the ground. “Yes, I’m sure it was an honor. Please forgive me but this isn’t personal, you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. How cliche.”

“But I....uuugh,” more blood spilled from the masked man’s mouth and ran down the sides of it, seeping though the mesh of the mask. The dying ninja looked up to see that Daaku’s eyes were a pitch of black so dark that all he could see was nothing. As the blade was torn out, the ninja expired and dropped to the ground. Daaku stood over the man and sighed. “I liked this place.” By the looks of it there weren’t any genin or village chuunin around. They were all still outside of the village on a mission. All of the Akatsuki members were gone on missions of their own. “It sucks that all of you are gonna die.”

A single person had come across Daaku to see the ninja’s body laying on the ground. He looked completely horrified at the situation. “Did you do this....” the man kneeled down to take a look at the masked ninja Daaku had slain and stood back up, shuffling his feet to get away from the ninja appearing to break down into nothingness. All that remained was a darkened stain on the ground. “Why are you doing this?!”

For a moment, Daaku said nothing, just stood still and stared at the man whom was in the middle of yelling out that the village was under attack. “Hahaha, all you do is scream?? That’s sad!!!” The man was eradicated, once again leaving a stain where his feet had touched the ground. The entire time after he’d killed the ninja. Daaku’s eyes had remained closed. It was then that both of them opened and he laughed. They were no longer pitch black. One of then was nearly white and the other black. Each eye had the same strange pattern, but one of them was at a different angle. "This the Shirokurogan."

Men had started to run out into the street, throwing kunai and other miscellaneous weapons at Daaku but like the ninja and the other Whirlpool villager; these items were all wasted away into black grime that dissipated. The closer people got to Daaku’s body, they shared the same fate.

“Say your goodbyes." He began focusing his chakra and inner energies, Daaku positioned one opened hand facing down over the other at chest level in front of him. As his chakra focused and Daaku’s entire body began to glow he spoke, "Kinjutsu!" An intense flashing of radiating white and black built up and blinded those in the village.

In a sudden rush of movement Daaku moved both arms and held them out akimbo, appearing to claw at the air with both hands. A low thrumming of sound was heard as chakra and matter condensed inward into two swirling vortex's of force. Then there was nothing. All the chakra shrank down to a size so small that the technique was named, “Shirokuro Tokuisei.” Buildings had already started to break apart and anyone nearby was already dead. Their body had been broken apart or torn to shreds by the immense pull of the Black and White Singularity.

Nearby as a tower started to crumble and fall but a thick column of smoke was already rising out of it and high into the sky. This was a signal that the entire village had come under attack and was in danger to the outside world. “This is the end.”

Chakra began pouring out steadily from the singularity and into the village. As Daaku faded away, there was a gigantic explosion...


~Meanwhile....~

The mission to accompany a few of the rebels forces from Kumo to a small port village has went through with minor problems. Several of Whirlpool had sent a few chunnin and genin to handle the situation as training whilst a single jounin known by the name of Eiji. A long travel has beset them but, they had finally gotten closer. As soon as they got closer, one could hear the sounds of destruction. No time was allowed to react before the gigantic explosion shook the Earth, knocking them off their feet. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Yusei Uchiha Yelled out, his eyes locked upon the outside of the village, noticing the extreme destruction, "GUY LOOK! THE VILLAGE!"

"Now insert the shaft into the slot, slowly, carefully using plenty of lubricant to prevent any damage to the pieces."

"Thats what she s-" *Click-BANG-Thunk!*

"What did I warn you about saying that again?"

The talking mechanical bird looked at the senbon lodged into the wall and stepped up to use it as a perch as they groomed themselves as if never threatened.

"Quit using one hand, you'll go bl-" *Click-BANG-Thunk!*

Fed up, he simply abandoned the project for the moment and put on his standard puppet arm. Locking it into place, he dressed himself for another days training to put her out of his mind. She was cool, calm, and about as detached as his arm. He lost his arm in that damn mission and lost a team mate when they got back in the uchiha slaughter. She was more than a team mate, she was a friend, would she have been more than a friend?

Bang-thunk-bang-thunk-bang-thunk...bang-thunkbang-thunkbang-thunk...bangthunkbangthunkbangthunk!

"Alright, lets get tricky... Double time!"
He throws his two needlers in the air long enough to make the clone seal who appears midair to catches the thrown launchers and proceeds to fire off several senbon from one at the target. While one is busy harassing, he makes his hand signs: Ram → Rat → Bird → Boar → Tiger then the clone throws the gun back to him on the handseal of tiger.
"SHOTGUN!"
*thu-thu-thuthuthuthuthuththuknthukthunthunkthunkthththuthu nk*

He disappears in a puff of smoke with the needler clattering to the ground as the thousand needles was too much for him to hold at the same time as the clone. The thousand needles vanish next as he releases the effect.

"Well that worked better than planned. The clone keeps the enemy occupied long enough to let me get the hand seals needed for the attack. I'm definitely keeping that one in my book. One more then breakfast."

He takes up the two fuma shuriken, careful to not unfold it, and gives it a spin to test its weight. He sets his hand through each loop and performs the handsings again: Ram → Rat → Bird → Boar → Tiger he spins around to gain momentum and throws it, pulling on the wire wrapped around his finger to unfold the blade midair. Next thing a thousand fuma shurkens are fighting for room on the weapons range in a wave of steel, suddenly there are sparks everywhere as it is too crowded and they all catch on each other to start pinwheeling into a horrible mess that vanishes in a puff of smoke. He drops to his knees from the effort of reproducing such a complicated device so many times.

"Next time...outside... Ugh"
And with that he falls back to take a nap of exhaustion at nine in the morning.

The sudden rumble had caught Hitomi Hyuga off guard, and once she was on the ground she mentally berated herself for relaxing. As she dusted herself off, Yusei's outburst concerned her, too. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she activated her Byakugan, her vision enabling her to see exactly what was going on. Just as he said, the entire village had been destroyed. Buildings demolished, homes wrecked--it was a sad sight to see.

That wasn't what she was looking for, however.

She peered and searched as hard as she could, but she couldn't spot what had caused the damage. Whoever (or whatever) it was did a good job at hiding themselves immediately. There weren't any bodies left, either--what massive power it must have been to completely obliterate every person around. By some miracle, she spotted maybe a handful, but the sight wasn't pretty. Some survived with missing parts of their body, others barely hanging on as their chakra flow tried to compensate for the damage.

Hitomi closed her eyes, biting the urge to let her face express sorrow. She turned towards the rest, shaking her head. "There are only a few people left. A few out of that entire village..." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip.

Langekou looked toward his home, the Whirpool Village. It was a place he had grown to love. He assumed anybody else that was part of the resistance loved it too. After being away from the village what seemed like an eternity, being so close to its borders made him smile. The village was in plain sight to them all, the genjutsu barrier across the village had been taken down recently. It showed that though the Uchiha forces were prevailing in many ways; there was no need for the resistance to hide. "Sis, why is it that we are the way were are??"

For a moment, the pale shinobi girl just stared at her brother, her gaze unrelenting. She never blinked, but then sighed, "I have no idea Lang. I just tried really hard to send you a message in your head, but it didn't work," She scoffed and pointed to the darker of her Rinnegan eyes. "Daaku said that I could do anything if I tried really hard. I guess not." To Ororo this wasn't considered a lie, just more of a reason to train hard and get more control of her abilities. She was around for a reason, Ororo believed that both she and her brother were meant to be great with every fiber of her being. If they were both different than she was just going to have to deal with it.

"What??" Lang stopped in his tracks, his long tail slowed down too and just moved back and forth across the grass. Where his tail grazed the earth, the grass grew longer and thicker..."It doesn't feel right."

The connection Lang had to the earth was so strong that even when at far distances, certain plants and growths sustained by Lang at some point form a chakratic bond. Lang had felt that some plants he had raised her simply snuffed out. There wasn't even a trace of the energies that were within the plants remaining. "My...Garden?? What is this??"If not for the rest of the group not looking worried or otherwise alerted to any type of danger, Lang just laughed and kept walking.

Ororo looked annoyed, her feet trailed along the ground as she lazily floated forward. Next to her a small stuffed bear floated at nearly the same pace. "Gordon, do you hear Lang rambling on like an idiot?? Sometimes I wonder how Hitomi and the other baddies can take it." As Ororo continued to float by, she reached down to pet the bear. The head turned and the stuffed animal looked at her, then pointed in the direction of the village. "Yea we're almost there I can see...." Ororo could see from where they were that the village looked like it was bending. Parts of it were breaking off in clumps and all of it was moving toward the center of the village.

"No, no....." That was all Langekou got to say as he switched to thermal vision and watched a single flash of white.

Langekou rubbed his head and stood up from a patch of flowers and looked at Hitomi, shaking his head back and forth while listening to her. "How could this have happened?? I mean all I saw was white...and then."

"It's all gone. Just like that. All of it for nothing!?!?!" Ororo didn't know if she should feel despair or sadness. Sadness for whomever had done this, for there was no way that Yahiko-sama and the other Akatsuki members like the Dragon Sage, or even Normatsu. The idea alone was crazy to her.

Lang tapped Yusei on the shoulder, "Umm who is that??" A figure completed cloaked in a long, white, hooded robe was walking toward the group. The figure slowed down and then turned around to look at the destruction of the village.

Nazomeku, Eiji - Wireless and Urei Tatasuko

Eiji, glanced towards the village as he felt something off and then the massive explosive rumbling of destruction. Brows raising a small smile began to form on his lips, it was strange and wonderful how things died and lived. "How terrifying~" Eiji shivered with delight despite the mood and walked over to Langekou who appeared to possibly need some comfort "...don't worry, you can just plant another garden." It was a good thing that his students were somewhat aware of his EXTREME eccentricity.

Shaking his head Eiji continued to marvel over the spectacle when he noticed someone approaching them. "Him? Oh he's just some guy, unless he isn't, that'd be un-...-fortunate." he said in response to Lang's last words, the last word spaced out strangely and sounded slightly threatening. Eiji, despite what was essentially a good mood, was slightly thrown off himself, but for the sake of his student's --who did not possess a mentality like his own-- he had withheld some of his excitement and anxiety.

Glancing to his side and fairly close to Hitomi he noted Urei's present, likely the most timid of the bunch. She was rather cute he thought, so easily terrified and even easier to confuse. Though, he had found out the hard way that it was a bad idea to frighten her too badly, something was...different about that one.

As if knowing he was thinking about her, Urei glanced at him only to look away and at the village before quickly moving towards Hitomi, her good friend, only to go over to Lang and hide behind him instead. The two were very close as Lang's connectedness with nature and general ability to understand others fascinated Urei not to mention that his presence felt extremely comforting to her rather unsure self. "L-lang?" she said a bit quietly "why would someone do such...a horrible thing." Eiji chuckled slightly "'some people just want to watch the world burn' is all."

'Hmph, how fickle. A few lives lost and they gawk like it was the entirety of their world. Pitiful mortals.' It was the voice of Shougaku that resounded in her mind, the voice of her ancestor, dead but not, eternally plaguing her in the guise of a guide. 'Quiet brother, this is delicate, even if they cannot hear you it is rude to mock death...as ironic as it is for me to say such a thing,' there was the second of the two, Zume, Shougaku's younger brother. Seeming less cold than the frigid Shougaku, Zume was usually fairly pleasant to Urei and tended to praise her more than his elder. Shivering slightly she took another step forwards, clinging onto a corner of Lang's clothing for comfort as she stayed close to his right arm and shoulder, still remaining behind him for some protection.

Eiji walked towards then, his height dwarfing the young ones somewhat as he did. He said nothing, looking upon the spectacle with barely 20% of his attention. 40% of his attention lay on the stranger and the other 40% laid on his students. While he may have been strange, he was protective of his pupils, only he would be allowed to harm or kill them in any true manner, after all it was his right, was it not? Of course it didn't matter really, he had no real intention of killing them, doing such things to children was unsavory, even to him. This was a trait that even the Nazomeku clan held.

After a tough mission, at least for Seto, the Uchiha teenager, along with the other genin, would find themselves getting closer to the village. How Seto would just like to get home as soon as possible, and just rest in his bed. What he wouldn’t give to just lay down in it all day, but alas Seto wouldn’t do that as two things would get in his way. The first, of course, being a loud noise he had heard from the village’s direction. It didn’t take too much time for Seto to deduce something was up.

Along with the other Genin, Seto also rushed to the village to see what was up, and something definitely was up. Based on the looks of it, someone had just came in from somewhere and had a rage fit. It’s not that the rage fit was the problem that Seto had. The problem he was that the village was torn to shreds(totally destroyed) at the result of said rage fit.

“Well then.” Seto wasn’t happy about this. He had been waiting for a chance to take a nap, and now it would be halted even more.

Seto should be ashamed of himself. Thinking of taking a nap — a nap that would bring him eternal rest for a few little hours. “Even though my nap is halted, I guess these people who are dead now can take a permanent nap.” Dare he say those words? Yup he dare. What did I just say. I’m in for it now.