Blue Shinobi

The Gate That Consumed Him-Rin

SaniyaMoosvi (I rewrote it, I think it's pretty good... by my standards, lol... Also, Rin's depressed now. He won't be depressed in the Naruto world, he's just sad now....)
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    He died and he did not scream. Or, at least, he thought he had. The moment his father was torn away from him, his world shattered into an ash in the wake of a fire all his own, of that he was not proud of. Who would be? Simply wielding this flame proved that he was a demon, the very thing he should be killing. This fire was a brand of Satan. He was a heresy within itself. He should be, by all rights, dead, buried in the ground where he should stay. And that was what he had been hoping for since he became a demon.

    When the fire manifested in the presence of Astaroth, he had almost hoped he would take him to Gehenna where the atmosphere was toxic... maybe he would suffocate. The air was dangerous to humans, so maybe be his human body would kill him. Funny that the human side would be the thing to kill him, but then he'd be with all the other scum he belonged with, right?

   Many things tainted him, carving scars of reminder into his skin; into his soul. He pretended not to care, to play the act of the dumbass, who doesn't know what's going on. The idiot who jumps ahead to save everyone. The son of Satan, the bastard that shouldn't be there, the person whom could improve so many lives by simply not existing.

    The Blue Night, the infamous attack caused by his own father, had murdered so many people. Why did it happen? Because his mom was fucking pregnant. With him. If he hadn't been born...

Cracked.

Shattered.

Burned.

    He knew he deserved all of it, but he couldn't bring himself to except his fate, no, punishment. The mental lacerations and unbearable pain had weighed down on him, and he didn't know if he'd heal, or if he would stay scarred.

     When his friends found out, he found himself stuck in a abyss, filled with monsters and demons unconquerable in their own right, their claws armed with anger and depression that shocked him no less than a knife to his throat. It was only through the help of his brother, and eventually those who initially betrayed him, to pull him out of that world that had nearly consumed his will and allow him to recover. It was a miracle, and no one would dispute that.

   It was then that he realized one thing: he was happy. For the first time in, what, 11 years, he was happy. He wasn't happy because he won a fight, or achieved some dumb goal, he was actually happy, and that happiness is what drove him to go too far, when he got careless, and....

On his 16th birthday, he killed Arthur Augusta Angel.

    The act upon itself was crushing enough, the guilt, knowing he had taken a life... but when his friends began to scorn him again, he fell into the abyss once more, this time his hands behind his back in a cell, angry shackles pinning him down as he succumbed to the last thing he'd ever know and the only thing he'd ever known:

Pain.

    Now, he sits chained to the wall. Not a day passes where he doesn't think of the mistakes he made, or how he could fix them. Not a day, not an hour, not a minute, not a millisecond, not a nanosecond. There's not any fraction of time where the guilt weighs off, and the black dogs of depression let off of their relentless attack, as they pick at his skin and snap at his neck. Even as he sleeps at night he swore he could feel the cold, dead breath of the beasts running down his neck.

Now, his words lingered in his mind, with a stubborn refusal to just leave him alone. They were little monsters, those thoughts, hammering and clawing into his head. Drilling holes in his self-esteem, his world, his life, drowning them out until they dwindled into insanity.

    He wished for freedom, not from his physical shackles, but the ones that bound him here. He wanted to go somewhere people would accept him, not as a weapon, but as a friend and person. Not the son of Satan, not the bastard that ruined their lives, but a comrade. That space in his heart that his friends had vacated sat empty, his soul null and void. He just wanted to be accepted.

     That was his wish he knew would would remain unfulfilled, he knew all his will and strength and hope added together amounted to little more than wishful thinking. But even with just a thought, he felt the weight on his chest lessen and the torment fall back. For a moment, he felt almost free.

     He didn't know if he was gonna make it out alive, and he was d with the devil. In fact, it got him sad enough to sing. Almost.

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    The gate appeared the next day. It appeared like a Gehenna gate, though it was different in a variety of ways, and the texture seemed spongey and weak in structure, and the patterns look more like leaves, a spiral design on the leaf, with other symbols and clouds being among them.

Not thinking twice, he jumped in.

His name was Rin Okumura. And he was ready for a new life, whether his friends like it or not.