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    Rose Colored Eyes

    Yuichi
    Yuichi


    Village : Konohagakure
    Posts : 279
    Join date : 2021-08-05
    Age : 28

    Character File
    Skills & Elements: Genjutsu
    Class: A
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    Post by Yuichi Thu Sep 01, 2022 9:46 pm

    It was unclear exactly what he was looking at. A bright swirling whiteness hung above his head; a great, two-dimensional curtain obscured everything. He was sure he cold move. He could feel himself moving just as he could the slight pool of water that he was lying in. He tried to trace his steps, to remember what happened and how he woulnd up here.

    His mind was a bit foggy, but he could remember the data chip that he obsessed over for the last few months. An inch wide wafer of copper, steel, gold, and other components he couldn't recognise or couldn't remember. Looking at it trough a microscope reveiled nothing, but he was sure it was good for something. He could see the chakra, slightly glowing patterns, with his sharigan. He copied them, analyzed them, and found no meaning that could be discerned from the pages and paged of strange symbols that he used to line the walls and floors of his tiny, formerly oranized apartment.

    He could barely even remember seeing anybody, except for his dad expressing concern and then prompty leaving. He made friends with Kanara around the time he discovered the chip. That was something that made him smile. Mostly, he thought he died, but he was glad he had a friend during his final days.

    At first, he couldn't identify the strange feeling that overcame him only nights ago. He had something of a breakthrough. The symbols that he could see only with the assistance of his sharigan were clearly some form of Fuuinjutsu. It was simply written using some foreign method, likely attributed to the Indira itself. It was alien then, and all that Yuichi could do was attempt to parse out some sort of intended purpose based having almost nothing to go on.

    So all he could do was start testing different things. If it was something that pilotted the Indira, it was intended for use on puppets, so he copied the code onto a puppet with no luck. After several other attempts, morbid curiousity got the better of him. Animal testing was not his favorate thing, but he was hesitant to try it on himself.

    Recalling all that horrible training that his mother put his through growing up, he caught himself a racoon, of all things, which he used tranquilizer to keep calm while he placed that tattoos, in ink, on a part of it's belly that he shaved clean of fur. Think spread wildly, branching out from the little spot on it's chest that he marked. With his sharingan, he watched as the mark made its way under it's fur and dyed all of it's skin an off blue. Despite his best efforts, the racoon did not survive. It hissed and screeched and clawed around as the mark spread, waking itself from it's medically induced slumber to panic.

    But Yuichi knew what he did wrong. He watched the tatoo spread across it's body and creep inside. It wasn't meant to kill the host. He simply put it on a host that was too weak. It was almost the same as what he saw happen to Kanara. If she survived, surely Yuichi would be able to as well.

    Well, instead he died.

    Lying there in his pool of water, though, things started to feel different. Sensation started to return. He could hear the sound of trickling water. Memories started returning too. He could remeber intense, indesriblable pain and thirst. It was as if he had been placed inside an oven that was crancked all the way up. He couldn't stand it. Even if he tried to stay quiet, he didn't. All he could do was crawl into his kitchen and turned on the sink, knocking over all his kitchen supplies before collapsing.

    His vision returned slowely. The spiralling shapes began flowing together and then apart, forming a three dimension space and curving into the shape of his kitchen and his sink. His sink clogged, and created a kind of waterfall, soaking the entire apartment

    Repeating in his sore head was his name, over and over. "Yuichi... Yuichi..." In a voice that resembled his own. After collecting himself, he stood, slowly, and turned the sink off, moving a couple of old dishes out of the way and pulling something out of the drain.

    "Water..."

    It was all Yuichi could think of. He drank with such intensity he was spilling cup after cup down his neck and chest and onto the already soaking wet floor. He slammed the glass down, noticing the deep indentatations along his hands and wrists between bones. Making his way to the bathroom and looking in a mirror, his cheeks were sunken, his skin was pale. It looked like he'd never slept in his whole life.

    "Yuichi... food..."

    As intrusive as the thought was, he was hungry, and didn't question it, quickly cooking up some ramen that he had lying around and eating twice as much as usual. Then, he was the most tired he'd ever felt in his life, so he crawled into his bed clinging to one of his stuffed animals as he faded out of conciousness.

    The last thing he heard before drifting into sleep was a familiar voice. A sound he'd been hoping to hear for years now. "You still have those things?"

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