Post by Kagirinai Zaiaku on Mar 11, 2006 14:34:39 GMT -5
This is going to be a very large RP/Fanfiction. It is slightly AU, and this first Chapter is going to be very confusing....And If you want, I can Insert you into the story. The real You, not your characters....Well, it'll be you controlling your character's body. It's Kinda wired...maybe you'll understand, maybe you won't...anyway, onto the story!
A Tale Of Epic Proportions: Apocalyptic Future
A/N: Hello, and welcome to Apocalyptic Future! This will (hopefully) be a massive story that features a very special self-insert.....Me, and maybe you as well if you contribute!! Enjoy!
Prologue: End of Normality Part 1
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There are many forests surrounding Konoha, and even more within the surrounding lands. However, one forest in particular stands out from the rest. It is often called "The Black Forest," or, "The Forest of Sin." These are not its proper names, not nearly. Its true name is, "The Forest Of Silence." Its visage is that of a black and twisted place, but that is only on the outside. Inside....Inside.....Some things are best not discovered. There is a large rock jutting from the ground near the forest, a warning carved into it for all to see.
"Whomever is unfortunate enough or fool enough to come here: Take heed before entering this place of nightmares. True, the shadows that lurk behind every obstacle can drive one mad....But it is the silence which is truly to be feared." The fools who ignore the gracious warning that was bestowed upon them were never seen again. There screams only echoed for but a fleeting moment.
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Deep within the innermost reaches of the forest, Zaiaku stands by a glassy black pond, unmoving. The forest around him is black and twisted, allowing no light to enter below the trees' gnarled branches. Shadows lurk just beyond every tree, the sheer magnitude of silence enough to drive a lesser man to the brink of sanity.
There is a light mist that crawls along the forest floor here, which only adds to the ominous feeling this entire area radiates. Even the forest of death cannot match up to this, this....place from one's nightmares.
"......It seems fitting, that I am here." The sound that escaped Zaiaku's lips is crushed by the silence shortly after, leaving no lingering noise to disturb it.
The black surface of the pond next to Zaiaku ripples ever so slightly, disturbing the surface that was, before, smooth as glass. He turns his head slightly, looking at the seemingly normal event. He walks slowly toward the pond, stepping onto the surface. The ripples cease soon after, leaving Zaiaku standing on the once again glassy surface.
Looking down, Zaiaku is shocked to see images forming on the water's surface.... He sees what they are, and is to shocked to even scream when he slowly begins to sink. Sink, down into what could be anything.....Down, Into an Apocalyptic Future...A future that he must survive in order to become ready what his reality must face....
Sometimes, that saying has a bit of truth to it. Silence is deafening.
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A tall man with silver hair stood atop a giant stone head, the likeness of the Yondaime carved into a cliff face. Fierce winds blew his hair around behind him, the very air in this land was permeated with the blood of many thousands.
The man's name was Kagirinai Zaiaku. 26 years old, and deeply horrifyed at the sight before him. Though it didn't show behind the high collar of his Akatsuki cloak or in his empty yellow eyes which were colder than ice. The straw hat that once covered his head and face was already in the air far behind him, having gotten caught in one of the strong gusts.
Staring at the ground below him, he didn't move. Didn't blink. On the ground were old bloodstained streets pockmarked in craters and covered in cracks, glittering crystal spires that reached as high as 60 feet, even long stretches of black and red glass. What held his attention....were the ruined buldings, old rotting corpses, and the stench of death that wafted in the air around him.
He launched himself off of the precipice, and landed next to one of the glassy patches in a crouch. He didn't at all seem bothered by the 500 foot drop, or even that the force of his jump caused the stone face to shudder and spread the spiderweb cracks that criss-crossed it's surface.
The shinobi countries were falling, one by one. The cause was unknown. And so far, Zaiaku had already been to Kiri, Suna, and Tsuchi. None had been as bad as Konoha but....there hadn't been even a single survivor. The whole thing....... was a nightmare. And it didn't appear to want to end anytime soon.
Turning to look at the city, Zaiaku asks himself: "What is happening? Who has been doing this? I..wonder if there were any survivors...." No response, as expected. Zaiaku responds by punching the ground quite harshly, causing it to shatter and explode with great force. Standing up, Zaiaku looks at the ground as thousands of shards of glass rain down all around him.
He doesn't move at all, the many shards of glass refracting the little sunlight that escaped past the clouds, bathing him in an eerie glow. Zaiaku lifts his head up, and intense yellow eyes stare straight ahead. He stalks forward without making a single noise, heading straight into the Ruined city.
He passes the twisted and destroyed remains of stores, restaraunts, homes, even apartment complexes. He pauses as one of the stores in particular catches his eye. It was one of the brighter flower shops he tended to see on his strolls, or at least, it used to be. The display window was cracked, the once bright paint on the walls now completely peeled off and faded. Inside, where there used to be bright arrangements of various flora, were now only dead and wilted plants. Their once lively petals now dry and black, hanging listless toward the ground. Zaiaku quickly continued forward into the city, not wanting to stop and see the sights.
It was when he saw the large gray apartment complex that made him stop in a dead halt. His home, where he had lived from the age of 18, until he turned 22. The dilapidated building was impaled by three spike of crystal, only these were not glittering. These were stained with blood, like much of the ground around them. They were each around 100 feet tall, and black as pitch.
Furious, he formed a small red orb of energy in his hand, then raised it into the air over his head. Once it grew to about 5 meters in diameter, he condensed it down until it was the size of his head. Then he hurled it towards one of the crystals at an intense speed. When the blast hit, it exploded in a massive nova of destruction, sending shards of black crystal everywhere.
Zaiaku turned and began to resume his previous pace, which was a calm and measured stride. However, he didn't leave before taking a large black crystal shard with him, slipping it into one of his pocklets. When he resumed walking, he didn't stop to look back, not once.
After a few minutes, he arrived in front of the Hokage's Tower, which didn't look as bad as the other buildings. Its bright white paint had only faded slightly, its many windows were still intact, and it's polished wooden double doors still remained in wonderous condition in comparison to the rest of the city.
What wasn't as pleasant about the place was the copious amounts of blood which had stained even the ground red. The twisted, rotting corpses of ninja and civilian alike littered the courtyard, their mouths open in silent screams, their eyes wide in abject horror. Limbs, organs, and shattered weapons were scattered all around...It reminded him of what he had seen in some of the other villages. It reminded him of the destroyed homes, and of the families that once resided within them, their broken bodies strewn about the street.
Zaiaku rushed forward through the carnage, pushed open the doors, and looked around the darkened insides of the building. He spotted a silhouette in the darkness, an unknown enemy perhaps? Unsheathing his Katana, Zaiaku began charging it with energy, igniting a wreath of black flames around the blade, licking at the very air around it. And, quite surprisingly, illuminating the area in an almost malevolent purple glow. The once almost greatly intriguing silhouette was now revealed as....nothing but a corpse. In fact...
The entire roof could be seen from down here, all of the other floors that should have completely obscured that sight gone. Hundreds of bodies lay about the ground and hung from the various objects that remained attached to the walls, their bodies looking completely empty, and they were. Organs still hung from a majority of the grotesquely mutilated bodies, infested with maggots. Blood stained the floor, the furniture, the walls, it was everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh was suffocating. The mere sight alone could make anyone, even the most experienced and sadistic killer, drop to their knees and heave until nothing was left in their stomachs.
Unsteadily, Zaiaku pushed himself up off of the blood-coated floor, the taste of bile still lingering on his tounge. Walking slowly out of the building, he begins to grow more and more calm, until it seemed like the area around him had dropped several degrees. Zaiaku felt an intense, cold rage towards whatever it was that had done this.
Zaiaku then turned around and began going through handseals. He finished after a few moments, and muttered out: "Katon: Shinhidora no Jutsu." With that, he summoned a towering serpent of flames. Its three heads swayed from side to side, the fires that made up its body licking at the air. Pointing at the building Zaiaku says: "Shin Hidora Bakuhatsu." Three pairs of jaws opened at the same time, and each released a powerful blast of flame. Staring at the towering pillar of flame that was once the Hokage's tower, Zaiaku whispers out: "For what has befallen each and every one of you, this honor I would bestow uponyou is the least I am able to do..."
That day, Zaiaku left the flaming ruins of Konoha behind him and proceeded to Otogakure, hoping to find more than rubble. However, despite his significant skill, he would be completely unable to finish what was needed on his own. He needed....some help. And with that, God turned from this reality to look upon another....our own. The home of a very special teenager.....who was about to go on an adventure of a lifetime....
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End Chapter 1
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part of the prolouge! If you're confused, excellent. If not.....well, perhaps you should seek medical attention. Be sure to review, and any constructive criticism is appreciated!
A Tale Of Epic Proportions: Apocalyptic Future
A/N: Hello, and welcome to Apocalyptic Future! This will (hopefully) be a massive story that features a very special self-insert.....Me, and maybe you as well if you contribute!! Enjoy!
Prologue: End of Normality Part 1
-------------------------------------
There are many forests surrounding Konoha, and even more within the surrounding lands. However, one forest in particular stands out from the rest. It is often called "The Black Forest," or, "The Forest of Sin." These are not its proper names, not nearly. Its true name is, "The Forest Of Silence." Its visage is that of a black and twisted place, but that is only on the outside. Inside....Inside.....Some things are best not discovered. There is a large rock jutting from the ground near the forest, a warning carved into it for all to see.
"Whomever is unfortunate enough or fool enough to come here: Take heed before entering this place of nightmares. True, the shadows that lurk behind every obstacle can drive one mad....But it is the silence which is truly to be feared." The fools who ignore the gracious warning that was bestowed upon them were never seen again. There screams only echoed for but a fleeting moment.
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Deep within the innermost reaches of the forest, Zaiaku stands by a glassy black pond, unmoving. The forest around him is black and twisted, allowing no light to enter below the trees' gnarled branches. Shadows lurk just beyond every tree, the sheer magnitude of silence enough to drive a lesser man to the brink of sanity.
There is a light mist that crawls along the forest floor here, which only adds to the ominous feeling this entire area radiates. Even the forest of death cannot match up to this, this....place from one's nightmares.
"......It seems fitting, that I am here." The sound that escaped Zaiaku's lips is crushed by the silence shortly after, leaving no lingering noise to disturb it.
The black surface of the pond next to Zaiaku ripples ever so slightly, disturbing the surface that was, before, smooth as glass. He turns his head slightly, looking at the seemingly normal event. He walks slowly toward the pond, stepping onto the surface. The ripples cease soon after, leaving Zaiaku standing on the once again glassy surface.
Looking down, Zaiaku is shocked to see images forming on the water's surface.... He sees what they are, and is to shocked to even scream when he slowly begins to sink. Sink, down into what could be anything.....Down, Into an Apocalyptic Future...A future that he must survive in order to become ready what his reality must face....
Sometimes, that saying has a bit of truth to it. Silence is deafening.
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A tall man with silver hair stood atop a giant stone head, the likeness of the Yondaime carved into a cliff face. Fierce winds blew his hair around behind him, the very air in this land was permeated with the blood of many thousands.
The man's name was Kagirinai Zaiaku. 26 years old, and deeply horrifyed at the sight before him. Though it didn't show behind the high collar of his Akatsuki cloak or in his empty yellow eyes which were colder than ice. The straw hat that once covered his head and face was already in the air far behind him, having gotten caught in one of the strong gusts.
Staring at the ground below him, he didn't move. Didn't blink. On the ground were old bloodstained streets pockmarked in craters and covered in cracks, glittering crystal spires that reached as high as 60 feet, even long stretches of black and red glass. What held his attention....were the ruined buldings, old rotting corpses, and the stench of death that wafted in the air around him.
He launched himself off of the precipice, and landed next to one of the glassy patches in a crouch. He didn't at all seem bothered by the 500 foot drop, or even that the force of his jump caused the stone face to shudder and spread the spiderweb cracks that criss-crossed it's surface.
The shinobi countries were falling, one by one. The cause was unknown. And so far, Zaiaku had already been to Kiri, Suna, and Tsuchi. None had been as bad as Konoha but....there hadn't been even a single survivor. The whole thing....... was a nightmare. And it didn't appear to want to end anytime soon.
Turning to look at the city, Zaiaku asks himself: "What is happening? Who has been doing this? I..wonder if there were any survivors...." No response, as expected. Zaiaku responds by punching the ground quite harshly, causing it to shatter and explode with great force. Standing up, Zaiaku looks at the ground as thousands of shards of glass rain down all around him.
He doesn't move at all, the many shards of glass refracting the little sunlight that escaped past the clouds, bathing him in an eerie glow. Zaiaku lifts his head up, and intense yellow eyes stare straight ahead. He stalks forward without making a single noise, heading straight into the Ruined city.
He passes the twisted and destroyed remains of stores, restaraunts, homes, even apartment complexes. He pauses as one of the stores in particular catches his eye. It was one of the brighter flower shops he tended to see on his strolls, or at least, it used to be. The display window was cracked, the once bright paint on the walls now completely peeled off and faded. Inside, where there used to be bright arrangements of various flora, were now only dead and wilted plants. Their once lively petals now dry and black, hanging listless toward the ground. Zaiaku quickly continued forward into the city, not wanting to stop and see the sights.
It was when he saw the large gray apartment complex that made him stop in a dead halt. His home, where he had lived from the age of 18, until he turned 22. The dilapidated building was impaled by three spike of crystal, only these were not glittering. These were stained with blood, like much of the ground around them. They were each around 100 feet tall, and black as pitch.
Furious, he formed a small red orb of energy in his hand, then raised it into the air over his head. Once it grew to about 5 meters in diameter, he condensed it down until it was the size of his head. Then he hurled it towards one of the crystals at an intense speed. When the blast hit, it exploded in a massive nova of destruction, sending shards of black crystal everywhere.
Zaiaku turned and began to resume his previous pace, which was a calm and measured stride. However, he didn't leave before taking a large black crystal shard with him, slipping it into one of his pocklets. When he resumed walking, he didn't stop to look back, not once.
After a few minutes, he arrived in front of the Hokage's Tower, which didn't look as bad as the other buildings. Its bright white paint had only faded slightly, its many windows were still intact, and it's polished wooden double doors still remained in wonderous condition in comparison to the rest of the city.
What wasn't as pleasant about the place was the copious amounts of blood which had stained even the ground red. The twisted, rotting corpses of ninja and civilian alike littered the courtyard, their mouths open in silent screams, their eyes wide in abject horror. Limbs, organs, and shattered weapons were scattered all around...It reminded him of what he had seen in some of the other villages. It reminded him of the destroyed homes, and of the families that once resided within them, their broken bodies strewn about the street.
Zaiaku rushed forward through the carnage, pushed open the doors, and looked around the darkened insides of the building. He spotted a silhouette in the darkness, an unknown enemy perhaps? Unsheathing his Katana, Zaiaku began charging it with energy, igniting a wreath of black flames around the blade, licking at the very air around it. And, quite surprisingly, illuminating the area in an almost malevolent purple glow. The once almost greatly intriguing silhouette was now revealed as....nothing but a corpse. In fact...
The entire roof could be seen from down here, all of the other floors that should have completely obscured that sight gone. Hundreds of bodies lay about the ground and hung from the various objects that remained attached to the walls, their bodies looking completely empty, and they were. Organs still hung from a majority of the grotesquely mutilated bodies, infested with maggots. Blood stained the floor, the furniture, the walls, it was everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh was suffocating. The mere sight alone could make anyone, even the most experienced and sadistic killer, drop to their knees and heave until nothing was left in their stomachs.
Unsteadily, Zaiaku pushed himself up off of the blood-coated floor, the taste of bile still lingering on his tounge. Walking slowly out of the building, he begins to grow more and more calm, until it seemed like the area around him had dropped several degrees. Zaiaku felt an intense, cold rage towards whatever it was that had done this.
Zaiaku then turned around and began going through handseals. He finished after a few moments, and muttered out: "Katon: Shinhidora no Jutsu." With that, he summoned a towering serpent of flames. Its three heads swayed from side to side, the fires that made up its body licking at the air. Pointing at the building Zaiaku says: "Shin Hidora Bakuhatsu." Three pairs of jaws opened at the same time, and each released a powerful blast of flame. Staring at the towering pillar of flame that was once the Hokage's tower, Zaiaku whispers out: "For what has befallen each and every one of you, this honor I would bestow uponyou is the least I am able to do..."
That day, Zaiaku left the flaming ruins of Konoha behind him and proceeded to Otogakure, hoping to find more than rubble. However, despite his significant skill, he would be completely unable to finish what was needed on his own. He needed....some help. And with that, God turned from this reality to look upon another....our own. The home of a very special teenager.....who was about to go on an adventure of a lifetime....
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End Chapter 1
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part of the prolouge! If you're confused, excellent. If not.....well, perhaps you should seek medical attention. Be sure to review, and any constructive criticism is appreciated!
