Nebula's Echo (a Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 47

Third person POV

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were a still lake of cold fire as they gazed out into nothingness. No irises, no pupils, no whites. As always, those frighteningly beautiful eyes were just a sea of purple flame, inhuman and endless. In the middle of an intricate golden cage, a new throne stood erected. Made of black bones emanating wisps of black fog, it seethed a deathly, rotten aura that completely didn't fit the beautiful, sinful creature sprawled over it. Long ink black hair draped over both armrests and continuing to pool down on the floor. Pale, luminous skin with the occasional string of dark tattoos practically shone through the gaps of the strands of ink black hair. Plump, luscious red lips were set in an uncharacteristically straight line as the deadly eyes gazed out into the darkness.

Ceiren was watching. Always watching. And she knew what was happening, she remembered.

She has been in this world for many years, and her memory of her life before was slowly dimming, getting lost, disappearing into the sea of memories she inherently had as a tailed beast, the product of all the other tailed beasts' chakra. In this time, the child of the tailed beasts. In another time, their progenitor and mother. She was the beginning of chakra. It all started from what had once been her being. The original Ten Tails. Ceiren sighed.

Sometimes it was easy to forget. Even when she lived in a cage of gold in someone's mind with powers greater than anyone could ever understand, she sometimes forgets. Exactly who she is. What she is. And, what she originally was meant for. Meant to do.

Infinite Tsukuyomi, eh? Wonder if I could just decide to go out and do that completely by myself?

...probably, yes.

Purple eyes hooded, the light coming from them slitting and shining out sideways in after-traces of purple light. Again, she looked out.

She could see Gaara. He was standing across from Sasuke, the proctor counting down the seconds til the start of the match. Her cute little Gaara. And with him Shikaku. Her parent. Her daddy (no no no not like that you nastyyy people!). This battle wasn't needed, she knew. All she had to do was let Shikaku know know of her presence, and ask her most rebellious parent to stop. Gaara was already looking a bit better with the little slack Shikaku had given the poor boy since his last encounter with the his kit. Ceiren sighed as the proctor shouted start and Sasuke and Gaara jumped apart from each other. While her eyes carried a bit of regret and pity, but as sand started rising from Gaara's gourd, and the exciting feelings of a dangerous battle started saturating Sasuke's mind, the excitement and craving in those flaming eyes couldn't be hidden. Twin infernos flared in a hellish display as the craving for a challenge, for blood, bloomed like spider lilies in her eyes.

Plump bloody red lips stretched into an insane smile, and Ceiren didn't even think of fighting it as the innate nature of a Tailed Beast surfaced in her heart and soul.

Oh, I'm definitely joining in the fun today, one way or another.

A small pink tongue darted out to lick those flush red lips, like blood and dew of roses,  the earthshatteringly beautiful face, with ancient markings tattooed like tear tracks from the corners of the angled eyes of purple hellfire, was faintly flushed in excitement.