Chakra seemed to pour out of the creature's veins. Except, this was not a monster of the night nor a demon summoned through the dark outs. This youkai found its heritage in the faults of man. If the world could go back in time to the moment where this particular individual made his initial decision, at times his conscious wondered, would it be the same? His real mind drifted at the edge of a haze, watching in subdued agony as his body ripped craters across the earth's surface; breaking apart the very land he had originally wished to save. This was what happened when he lost control. Unfortunately, what had once been an uncommon occurrence happened regularly. Sometimes he would destroy an entire village. Other times it would be a loyal friend. Over the past months he had lost count. There were just too many tragedies with him falling into an abyss of apathy. "Kaitou! Snap out of it!"
The faces were starting to blur together, but even on the edge of reality he remember the tiny swordsman now attempting to impede his path. Well, no longer the small orphaned boy that had joined the band years ago. Zouka Michio had grown into a fine young soldier, and he was about to squander all the potential on stopping his former superior. "God damn-ughh."
The monster had caught the opposing man with a cross counter that sent his body careening through a half mile of trees. What was once a forest had rapidly cleared into a path of mulch. Kaitou's first step broke geysers of open earth across the ground while his next would have crushed the young captain's skull had he not attempted to block with a mountain of summoned shields. The force of the blow was enough to disintegrate the blockade of metal into shards of floating metal sand. Once more its bearer was thrown back, now into a valley that should have triggered portions of an all too sharp memory. Instead, the beast slowly walked towards his next victim.
His fist cocked.
Then, his soul finally succumbed to the dark.
Hey, this is it right?
Son of a bitch. Turns out I wasn't real?
This is impossible. I am the Ki-
Of shit. Silence, fool and take the end like a man.
Did you all have a good ride? Heh, can't believe I’m saying this but...thank you for all your hard work.
The sound of waves crashing against rocks slowly stirred the child from his slumber. One blink brought the light of the world into his view, a blurry vision of an angel within a golden lit room. The next cleared into a scene that brought a broad smile to his lips. His memories were still foggy, like trying to separate a singular water particle from a sea, but the woman who sat beside him would never fade from his mind. How many times had he dreamed this dream? It was a half remembered world he knew to never be...but why was that? Hadn't he always been Eta-naru Kaitou? Yet, his spirit felt broken in many pieces. What were the trails of battle flushing into his head? "Omoi-kun? If this is heaven tell me you're just visiting."
Kaitou grin was full of life, like a child released into the greatest of treasure troves. However, the brightness dimmed a bit once he noticed the tears streaming from his friend's eyes. "What's wrong? Certainly, I don't look that bad?"
He frowned. Why would he say the last bit? The last fight he remembered was sometime during their training to become bolt ops. That wasn't quite right. Hadn't he assaulted Otoha on his family compound, but why would he do that? Why couldn't he remember anything?
Kaitou moved his small hands to clutch his head. His. Small. Hands. "What have you done to me?"
"I am Eta-naru Kaitou...right?"
For once there was no internal answer to his question.
Despite the situation, his soul was at peace.