Uchiha Palace [Part 2.]

OOC: lmao

as meian attempts to call his sword, but it fails to come about. i look confused as i try to think how he would have a weapon that belongs to him not cooperate. as meian goes through his montage, i stare lifelessly into him as if i were looking pass him. the jawless expression i hold on my face couldn't be explained by the likes of anyone even if they tried and i quickly fell back with my arms crippled forward and a hint of an awkward twitch in a anime like fashion. i get up instantaneously as he turns before he notices anything. i look nonchalant but i soon put on a smile and respond accordingly: a treaty? it would seem like we would your kind of help during times of need...sure why not? now that you obtained your sword...kinda, we can make our way back... i stand and wait for his approval.

OOC: For those who didn't catch that... The references were to I think Thundercats, Thor, and The Legend of Zelda.

Unable to see Hanto's anime fashioned 'thud'.Meian would now nod in agreement to make their way back. "This way." He walked towards an elevator like structure and awaited Hanto before pushing a button. Once the button was pushed they would be in the foyer of the palace. Stepping out into the large elegant room which was littered with portraits and sentimental paintings; Meian would lead the way into the courtyard.

The door to the courtyard was just around the corner and down a couple steps. Of course walking up these steps and taking the elevator shaft down into the armory was alot faster than the way Meian intendingly suggested earlier. He wanted to show Hanto around. "Alright were right back where we started."

i notice that we got to the court yard faster than expected but i paid it no mind. as we arrive at the courtyard, i turn to meian. ok. now that we've arrived, would you hand me your sword please. before meian hands me the weapon, i begin to gather up the majority of my chakra toward the side of my body to the hand that will be touching meian's sword. if my chakra were able to be seen, an abnormally massive amount of aura could be seen as it shifted. i hold out my right hand awaiting meian's weapon.

Meian delivers the weapon into Hanto's open hand. His eyes now in Sharingan mode surveying the abnormal mass of chakra being sent into one point of focus, his arm. Curiously Meian would keep watch on what was happening.

as meian places his sword in my hand, the mass of concentrated chakra begins to creep all over his blade. although the naked eye cannot see this process, the chakra in my hand fills every inch both on scale and spiritually and begins to change the blade's overall original integrity. my chakra quickly takes hold and is added to the blades own power. the blade emits an unbelievable amount of blue light as the process comes to an end. the sword keeps draining until im near empty and i quickly grow unconscious. i lay in front of meian lifeless yet still breathing as hard as i was when awakened. his sword lays beside me and at first glance, the sword fluxes with chakra but at second glance, the chakra swarms in the likelihood of a wolf pack and thrives with my chakra within.

Meian would sweatdrop anime style before lifting the unconcious Hanto up and over his shoulder as he tries his best to carry him up the winding staircase. His goal was to place him in the guest-room. This was the room across from his. Meian would call in the only class of ninja who could handle the case of over exertion of one's chakra.

Several medical ninja would arrive moments later garbed in white to revitalize Hanto while Meian would be across the hall with his head in a book. The hard cover item filled with pages would be based on Wind Ninjutsu. The Uchiha would study the physics of it carefully while occassionally lifting his head from its folds to check up on Hanto.

When Hanto would show signs of awakening Meian would enter the room to greet him. "You should really be more careful about that jutsu you used back there. I understand its purpous, but its still I'd label that a Fuinjutsu if I were you. Now we've got a home cooked banquet downstairs in the dining room. You should feast there, at least until you recover your strength. I'll join you in a moment." Meian whistles for an escort to lead Hanto to a table decorated with gourmet meals.

i awaken and lie in bed for a few minutes before im approached by an escort. i nod my head before lifting up from my resting position, spotting meian. "You should really be more careful....." i respond accordingly, slightly bypassing his concern: so where's your sword? did it work? i wait for a minute as he responds and i get up and travel along with the escort to a large banquet hall. the smells of all the different foods become a bit intoxicating bringing forth a full on mouth drool. i instantly spot barbeque at the opposite end of the banquet table and rush over. the only thing left in my wait are scraps and bone as i give a heartfelt belch. ahhh....so nice. i begin to await meian's arrival after i had another helping.

"Did it work?" The voice replayed in his mind. "In my room. Let me go get it. I'll join you downstairs in a minute. On his way over to his room, Meian could see a blue light illuminating from the crack in his slightly closed bedroom door. It belonged to his sword. The glow gradually started die down a bit as Meian took hold of it. He was still unsure of what the prism sword could do. So he would just have to use it as normal.

Making his way down the stairs he would smell bourbon chicken,steamed vegetables, pot-roast, miso curry, barbeque steak and potatoes. The delectable aroma made his stomach growl. He followed his nose as a certain tropical bird would, this lead him to a table of hour'duervs and fresh fruit. He dug in and left only a few morsels once he was done.

"Ah. I'm full. Lets go get some fresh air." He'd signal for Hanto to step out with him. While walking towards the front of the palace an undetected chakra signature could be felt. Only on instincts Meian could tell something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though.

The Uchiha came to an abrubt stop as the night air whisped through his spiked hair.

"So tell me. What was all that supposed to do anyway?" Meian questioned.

I smirked. I'm surprised he could sense me. Perhaps he had special ability that could sense people through means besides chakra. It is quite interesting to think of. What kind of shinobi was Meian? I chuckled, moving out of the shadows, facing him. I look at the familiar shinobi; I believe I met his face during a face-off with Meian days ago. Simply just another pawn of the village, and someone that could be easily replaced, no memories or identities even necessary. My eyes glew a bright yellow as my doujutsu started, using an ability of it to see into the wolf-boy's spirit, giving me a glimpse of anything important, such as his name and a brief look at his aspirations and attitude towards many things life has taught me. Hanto, ey? Sounds like a sword-name if you ask me. I could tell the two have just ate, rather piggishly, by my eyes. How selfish of them; do the poor and poverty-stricken ninjas not count as living beings requiring such necessities as a sufficient food supply. "Oh, what gave myself away, my overweight boar?" I said, taunting their eating habits. Jokes aside, I was well-prepared to handle them both. If I truly wanted to, I could simply lead them to the dining hall, and use the boned-body of whatever animal they devoured as a fighting partner; there was also the nature approach, which I don't feel like getting much into. "It sure is a beautiful night, one befitting the Dark Prince of the Uchiha Clan. Or am I mistaken?" I said. Meian knew by now that I knew of his attitude, emotions, and even his goals, primarily the ones against Naito. The teenager could not go and deny it to me when I know so much, so I feel no fear in saying or thinking this statement.

(Granted entrance by Meian, who can send me a text if he wants to skip over me at any time, b/c I'm going to be busy tomorrow [Sat.], and the following day [Sun.], until the evening of each day.)

OOC: I could imagine flying ribs, lambs, deer and chicken bones when you said that. Hanto your up. I'll post afterwards.

OOC: lmao house of flying chickens

your sword still possesses its original capabilities but now with extra umph if you will. with my chakra installed though, chakra manipulation, chakra flow, and shape manipulation should be near effortless, which will help your control issues. your sword might take on a wolf's persona due to the fact its my chakra so......,do your wolf research...*laughs*
as i walk along with meian, he stops abruptly and i immediately take notice. my ears twitch as my name is called from the shadows. i grab aoiro's hilt while she's sheathed and turn to the area from which i heard the voice. how do you know my name, speak! i state predominately.

(I narrated me knowing your name; I never spoke your name Hanto. But whatever, just post Meian.)

Meian entrusting his gut instinct, threw his left arm out in front of Hanto. He wanted the Tembinza to stop. As he would do this he call out the trespasser."You can come out now Aruji." A figure with golden eyes would emerge from the shadows that helped conceal his prescence.

The old man with a monk attire made a comment about the Uchiha being pigs. Meian knowing what the shinobi was capable of, quickly analyzed the situaition. If Hanto was quick to anger, because of the statement mainly directed at the Prince. Then Meian would apply more pressure on the werewolve's chest.

He reminded himself that the grey haired man was capable of controlling the dead by using spiritual part of chakra. Dead things had no mind, functioning subconcious to apply genjutsu to. Also he wasn't sure if Hanto could handle it alone,because eventually it might've came down to that.

"Hanto. He doesn't seem to want to fight. His eyes do not carry any murderous intent. Heh I suppose there's no bluffing. It sure is rather befitting. Why have you come? Last time we met. You wanted to kill me. Now the look in your eyes has changed, I can tell. So why have you come?" Meian said calmly his dead space colored eyes never blinking.

I taunted Hanto, his questioning how I knew his name. He was a foolish shinobi, one I didn't expect to be that stupid. "I have my methods. Check to see if your grandparents know, oh wait, I killed them...," I said, wondering to myself, if I struck a nerve. I crossed my arms, my hidden Hunting Knife being in my cloak as I waited to see any retaliation come along from the brat. "You think an eye-expression can tell a person's intent? ...No wonder you lost your fellow clansmen to Naito. You are all foolish, oblivious mongrels, just like the rest of the shinobi and kunoichi of the world. To you, a Mangekyou Sharingan eye is like a man throwing a small boy for two priests to fight over. Ridiculous." I said with a snicker, laughing at my own joke. It seemed hilarious to me, I don't know why. It just did. "I don't need a purpose to be here. I can be wherever I like. Unless you two think you can change that?" I said with an implying grin.

I appologise for skipping over you Hanto, but I have something I'd like to say...

Meian's hair wavered over his satin orbs in the wind. Once the breeze of tranquility had passed, his bangs would unveil a new color of crimson in the center of his retinas. His left arm tensing to increase the amount of resistance it held on Hanto's body. His right was at his side. Understandably Hanto could be enraged by the thought of his grandparents being killed by this man.

The elder had something that couldn't have possibly been a fact, unless he followed Meian a few days back to the Tembinza's clan base.
(Even so, what was 'his' vendetta against the Tembinza?) Meian felt some-what guilty for the theorhetical idea of Hanto's grandparents falling to Aruji. Meian had heard enough. Just couple of days back this man had insulted all Jinchuriki, and today the rarest trait his clan can inherit...

"Aruji correct? You speak of pedophiles like they're scum, in which is something I can agree with; but why is it that an senior shinobi like yourself, insist on f*ck#ng with junior Genin like us? Shouldn't you be teaching us? This village doesn't have many sensei's as it is. Its all due to that catastrophic war that I'm sure your were around to partake in. I myself once saw many who could shape our future die, because of it. You call us weak... you call us fools. Well you should blame yourself. You adults should be our role models not the other way around?! I'm twelve and I'm telling you this. We are all Mirage Ninja, so we should try to compromise with one another on something. Despite what our strengths and flaws may be. Our Kage does nothing, but sit around and read Hentai with a bottle Aloe. How do you "not" expect us children to be fools with out a responsible leader? Meian kept his voice level low, but his tone apathetic and sincere. He meant every word he said and was willing to stand by them. His gaze shifted from Hanto to ensure he doesn't attack and Aruji for the same reason.

I laugh, and scoff, along with many demeaning traits towards the Uchiha. Oh Meian, I thought, how could you be so dumb, and so smart at the same time? "Hahaha. Oh you naive simpleton. I'm not going to be a mary-sue, smelling daisies and befriending you all. You can all burn in hell for all I care... and at this point, most of your family already have, Meian." I said, accompanying a deep burn in his soul with those words, at least I hoped. My mind pondered on, continuing with his speech as if I was reliving it to analyze what the words hid. Compromise. Role-model. Kage with porn. Oh, how I wish we lived with torture not being outlawed - damn human right's activists. "I'm not your comrade. I'm not your friend. And I don't give a sh*t whether you live or die, as all of you... all of you are scum. The only good people in this world you people killed off like savages. ...I don't need no ethics on why I should be a role-model. I teach those willing to learn, and obedient to my ideals. I got strong this way, and if they want to be as strong as I am one day, they will have to do what I say physically and spiritually." I said, gritting my teeth. I moved quickly through a body flicker, using my speed to hide the fact that I was swinging my cane at his legs, using force to trip Meian. With him falling, I would step on his torso, either side, whether it be his back or chest. If successful, I would place my cane over his neck, taunting him. "You'll need some serious modifications if I am to be teaching a ruffian like you," I said with a smirk, winking at him confidently.

Meian nearly grimaced in dismay to the man's reactions to his words. Though neither his face or eyes harbored any sign of how he had taken the verbal onslaught directed at him and his clan. The words seered like pure ether within his mindframe. Meian conquered that feeling with no remorse and shot a spectre piercing stare of his own back at Aruji.

He read every movement of his lips to intercept the statements ahead of time so that he could reply immediately. Once the sentences were finished he'd notice the man bareing his teeth just before coming at him with blurred agility and striking at his legs. Although Meian percieved this ahead of time there wasn't enough to advoid the forecoming attack. With no hesistation Meian used his left arm to push Hanto back, away a couple meters and took the attack himself.

Soon after Meian was swept backwards onto his own upper back; He found that a leg was being pressed onto his pectorial muscles. The aforementioned limb belonged to who had only knew as Aruji. "Modi-fi-cations?" Meian squeezed out each syllable from the pavement as a setting of deja-vu kicked in.

Meian's eyes at first flickered, squenched involuntarily from the pressure of the foot on his chest. He willed his eyes to remain open as he strained them on Aruji's pupils, smirking lips and the cane beneath his chin, held by the senior. Meian was left to either comply or whatever other option the man could think of. Hanto would be in the background, probably unable to comprehend what the hell just happened in that fraction of time.

while within the palace walls with our intruder, im baffled by the old man's bravery or recklessness. i begin to steady myself as words of dismay and dishonor are brought to life from the geezer's mouth. suddenly pressure is applied against my chest as meian halts my movement before i attempt one. i turn to meian: .......i guess they let just anybody in here.....meian who is this guy? as i keep my composer the intruder and meian begin talking but suddenly within a fraction of a second i find my self in the deepest confusion, holding aoiro's hilt for an immediate iaido strike as assurance.

Meian would try and clasp his palms around Aruji's calf as he would try and get the possibly senile man off him. While struggling, and squirming from the flat asphalt road; Meian would manage to answer Hanto's questions. "H-he is Aruji.From what... I know..A manipulator of the deceased...Similar to a puppeteer except with...No strings attached."

Meian wheezed out while groaning from trying to buldge the leg that incapacitated him. If he could just lift it and pull this guy backwards, then he and the cane would be out of reach of Meian's neck; As their body would be staggering back to regain some balance, possibly causing them to trip and fall. The alotted time would allow Meian to rise to his feet again and give him time to put space between them. "For the record..."The Uchiha added

We don't just grant anyone entry... His prescene alone... could give you a good indication of his level skill in terms of stealth... I have already deduced that he is indeed a sensor, assassin type shinobi... Based off the way that he was able to creep under a blanket of snow undetected in terms of sound, the human, and my previous Mangekyou, EMS Sharingan eye... Yeah it was one of each... I'll explain that la-later. Now if my hunch is correct, you should have an acute sense of hearing, smell far greater than my own. You should have been able to hear him, or atleast had been able to smell the blood of your own grandparents. Which I still think he's bluffing about. He more than likely got in here unseen by any Sharingan users, and human eyes. Breaking into your clan's base, wouldn't have been much of a good idea,because the strong scent of any unwashed blood would have gave way to his location. So I think your grandparents are ok to say the least. At best I was stalked by our predator here, and got his intel from "my" security guards.

Meian spoke in hurried voice,because he didn't know how much time he had to say all he wanted tell Hanto about the new being in front of him.

I growled, thwacking Meian in the head with my cane. Dopey shinobi. Who is he to tell people my name. "Say any more, and I'll take out your eyes and make the boy eat them," I said in a feisty attitude. I didn't like the idea of stupid people knowing my name, especially in this case, with a moron and a Uchiha now knowing my name. Though, I do understand I was partially safe; at least my last name was hidden. I stopped him before he could say my information, and explain the situation. That was not necessary information. "You're out of your league, Hanto, the two of you are. I'm more skilled than you two could hope to be... I didn't die by merciless hands like you two probably will before you can reach my age. I trained years, and thanks to lord almighty, I've become strong enough to damn the corrupted." I said with a smirk. The conditions, the Uchiha asked. Ha. Oh, well damn it all. He wouldn't be joining me in hell. "The modifications, my eager twit... is torturing. First, you relinquish yourself to me, to modify or alter your body to my choosing. If I want to remove an eye, it must be done. If I want to remove a finger, it will be done. This other one is for you, and only you, Meian... you must rid yourself of that accursed chakra-demon and kill it from within. That means no more ample chakra, or anything it entailed. It will no longer exist inside of you, and you will be a normal Uchiha. Will either of you accept this, or deny?" I asked, stating my requirements for teaching the two of them. I was interested at a response, eagerly wanting to hear their complaints, choices and reasons.


(Thanks for waiting Meian - you could've told me to post before you up and skipped me - -')

Meian displayed no reaction to the threat of his eyes being fed to Hanto as he was busy dealing with blow to his head. The sudden thwack was unadvoidable being that the cane was at point blank range and Meian couldn't throughly lean his head out of the way in time...

[color]"Tch."[/color] (Its useless.) The Uchiha thought to himself as he was cut short in the midst of his speech. The boy wasn't trying come off as the submissive type, but hell the guy left no other options. All he could tell Hanto before being thwomped on his noggin was "He is Aruji. A manipulator of the de..." After the attack, the man gave a short, but very brief, detailed speech and would leave the two with a life altering decision to make. To any non-jinchuuriki, Meian's price seemed very simple to pay. It didn't involve anything being eviscerated or severed, only an excorcism. The removal of the demonic spirit of the Gobi could however cost him his life. The man mentioned something about being strong enough to damned the corrupted. He was a formidal one with a irrefutable offer, Meian wondered what were his chances on surviving the process as he immediately spoke up to answer him. "I accept. How do I do it?" He asked how to rid himself of the bijuu. It may have been a regretable question at the time, it may have not.

Meian's mind however was made up. He no longer felt the desire to defeat Naito in a poessed state. He wanted to do it by his own strength and Aruji would be the key to unlocking it. His eyes showed the burning determination of willing to lose the 5-tailed bijuu as an admission to becoming an apprentice of Aruji's. Meian aimmed his visage right at the apparent veteran when he said this; He was ready.

( My appologies. Got carried away as usual. )

as i watch sasuke struggle, his mouth begins to move: " his name is aruji. he's a manipulator of the de..." "a manipulator of the de...? de.....? de...ad? dead?!" although i piece together pieces of meian's ending message, the doubt of any known skill due to my prior knowledge makes me question the end of my thought process, but not fully. as i sit aside and tune out the old hag's foul words, a few couldn't escape me as i begin to tune in: "You're out of your league, Hanto, the two of you are. I'm more skilled than you two could hope to be... I didn't die by merciless hands like you two probably will before you can reach my age. I trained years, and thanks to lord almighty, I've become strong enough to damn the corrupted." the last three words echo in my mind. "if he's strong enough to do that....then he must be strong indeed....but meian seems to know him and still lives, so what's this guy's attentions?" "The modifications, my eager twit... is torturing. First, you relinquish yourself to me, to modify or alter your body to my choosing. If I want to remove an eye, it must be done. If I want to remove a finger, it will be done." "modifications??? what can you possibly "modify" that will improve what's not already there?" i say arrogantly but in a strange way, i am some what interested... "This other one is for you, and only you, Meian... you must rid yourself of that accursed chakra-demon and kill it from within." "chakra demon!?! his sword and that light....it all makes sense. hump...so we have similar ambitions." i think to myself. "Will either of you accept this, or deny?" i unsheathe aoiro and drop my guard. "what will these modification do for me?"

I groaned, first addressing Hanto. "For the love of my god, shut the hell up, kid. Geez." I said, looking down at Meian with a smirk. I listened to him complain like a baby as to how to rid himself of the Bijuu, sighing to myself. Can they not solve their problems on their own? Oi vey. "Do you want the cry-baby easy way, or the man-way?" I said quite literally. If he didn't choose the latter, for f*ck sake, I would've dismembered his left arm. Maybe more. I'm not sure based on my current level of sanity. That Hanto kid was pissing me off, so I couldn't really think on my sane side. In my sanity, I'd put up with him, and leave Meian be. However, with this little sh*t head annoying me, I could go on a merciless rampage of flustering attitude. They may kill me for it, and I may die. Oh well. At least in enough time I would have killed Hanto, if I did lose my sanity, than it would all be worth it.

During the short period of time Aruji was listening to Hanto and responding to him; Meian would briefly dwell into the realm of his subconciousness.

In the mind of Meian

The black and gold haired boy skipped from golden feather to feather at a brisk pace. The feathers formed a pathway to a large golden birdcage, crafted to keep the 5 tailed Bijuu inside it. They were scattered amongst a stream of a thick golden orange aura resembling water glowing bright enough to make the pools of chakra appear to sparkle a bit. The area around him was dark and would remind one of a sewer's tunnel. So the feather's light served as the only guide to traveling within the labrynth. The currents lead to a golden ring shaped waterfall into an even darker abyss with very few feather's illuminating its seemingly bottomless pit. This is because, while some of wing's fur had fallen, most hovered near the imprisoned demon's keep due to its constant fluxuating aura that allowed them to be suspended in the updraft...

Meian reached the demon and closed his eyes for a moment and curved his lips into a smirk. He lifted his eyelids open with a red glow following them before telling the demon it will be expelled from him and this is basically goodbye. He had sold it out and told it that he wouldn't need it to defeat Naito; and he could better the beast itself, like his father once did. The demon like all chakra beast once extracted from their host, would eventually respawn to wreak havoc somewhere and get what it wanted, freedom. It'll ultimately become a parasite to another.Before it could even respond concerning something Meian promised. The hybrid left it with a whisper and dissolved it into orange globs with a single punch."Sayonnara for now old friend..."

Snapping back to reality Aruji was looking at him with a peculiar smirk. Two choices were offered to him. Meian felt offended to even be told the first one. It sounded pathetic. "The man-way." He answered with no hesistation.

"well...i for one have to decline your offer...not interested old man. hey...until next time meian." upon saying so i let go of aoiro's hilt and my body starts disintegrate in a dark, very fine power like dust into the winds and out of meian's uchiha palace.

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