Seye Seizo
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((I was very bored during Christmas break (Merry Christmas btw, everyone!) So I wrote some stuff on Seye… that is more like background stuff, and explanations… but whatever, right? Tehe, well that’s why it’s so long anyway!))
Seye
Stumbling in to the house and shutting the door behind me before the sun could stain my pale flesh I sighed. The house wasn’t so much old as it was abandoned, the windows covered in thick black drapes, expensive carpets and leather furniture adorned the main room, my master sitting in one of those chairs, sipping from a glass, filled with red wine. I rushed over, still wounded from battle, and bowed in respect. He placed the glass down, and slapped me.
I attempted to cope with the blow, my glance falling sideways.
“Stupid, insolent child…” he muttered, gripping my chin and forcing my orange eyes to look in to his silver ones.
“I’m… sorry master…”
“Hold your tongue, Seye, if I wish you to speak I’ll command it.” He growled and I kept my mouth shut.” Did you enjoy yourself?”
I paused. Of course he knew about my entertaining battle with those nin’s…
Nodding, he smirked and touched my left arm, the one with the large gash from that sword-wielding one. I winced and struggled to hold back a cry as his hand wrapped around my arm, squeezing harshly, forcing my dark blood on to his hand.
“Heh…” once he let go and studied the blood staining his skin I did not move. I knew better, “Ah Seye…” he sighed. Kneeling in front of me he began bandaging my wounds with utmost care. Once finished, he forced me to look at him again, our faces almost touching. “Next time, take care not to damage your beautiful body…” he kissed me. Yes, my master had kissed me many times, this time being no different. He always tasted of wine… but don’t get me wrong! I never kissed him back… he forced himself upon me. I belonged to him, a mere possession… toy if you would. I would only do as ordered, and so far I had not been ordered to act intimately back. So far… “I don’t want my pet scarred.”
“Yes master…” he released me and I stood.
“And Seye…” I half looked at him, “You best sleep the day away, and wait for night again.”
“Yes master…” I repeated, bowing, and leaving for my room. As much as I knew I’d be punished later, I could not let my curiosity go. The next time the sun fell… I’d go after those nin’s again.
Closing the door quietly I was thankful to be in my room alone. My quiet sanctuary. I boarded up the window myself, because of my deep hatred of the sun. Always had I been a child of the night… ever since… I could remember; That, and the fact that the darkness hid my body so well. Sure, my pale skin was a dead giveaway that I kept away from the sun, but also of my malnourishment. No one fed me… I had to look out for myself, yet, I didn’t care what happened to me… and this played a big part in why I didn’t look after my own well being, nor anyone else’s; That… and my childishness. I was 17, with a child-like touch of a four year-old, which appeared on various occasions. Was it my predicament that forced this change in mental health? I couldn’t ponder it now… because my mind was filled with thoughts of those ninja’s. An interesting group… awkward, but interesting. Already I buzzed to fight them again. Today’s fight had been an accident, but turned in to an opportunity to analyze nonetheless. Take out the strongest first, and then pick off the weaker one. Yes, the blind child. True, he interested me… but that… girl… drew me more so to her. Odd…
Tossing my bag and hunter-mask aside I began removing my clothes. They were stained with blood, and recognizable by now. I’d wear something else for our next encounter. And they’d pay… for splitting my flesh. Unable to smirk at the thought, as I normally would have, I wandered in to the corner where my blanket lay. I possessed a meagre amount of items, most mainly for necessity, if that. Everything I had, I killed for. Master provided me with nothing but a room. So, I learned. I knew at first, above all else, that I would need weapons to survive. I killed a Jenin and his three Genin to accomplish this… and I did it with my bare hands. Once they were dead I took their weapons, and anything else that may have proved useful. That was so long ago…
My blanket, and only means of warmth... that I took from a young child; the first innocent one I ever use my Shadow Strangulation technique on. He… screamed and cried as he struggled for the air I had slowly squeezed from him. I forbid myself from crying, that day on.
The only things I hadn’t stolen were my clothes, my hunter mask and my mother’s brush. My clothes I made myself, by hand. My mask I had earned… my master commanded I earn one. Technically, I was a certified hunter-nin. The brush… was the only thing I had left of my family. It belonged to my mother… who brushed her hair everyday with it. When I was little, she brushed my hair too. “You have your fathers hair, Seye… beautiful, smooth… girlish hair…” If master knew of this brush’s existence, surely he would take it from me… and I didn’t want that.
I sat in the corner, blanket half covering my head and draped over my body, I drifted in to another nightmare-filled sleep.
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Familiarity, the first myth of reality. What you know the best, you observe the least.
Devotion, the second myth of reality. The faithful are most hurt by the objects of their faith.
Fellowship, the thrid myth of reality. As the tides of war shift, so do loyalties.
Trust, the fourth myth of reality. Every truth holds the seeds of betrayal. |
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