"I have honed this ability, this curse, and it is my weapon alone to wield."
| Kaguya Yuuka |
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| Personal |
| Birthplace |
 Kirigakure |
| Birthdate |
Feb 11 |
| Gender |
 Female |
| Age |
23 |
| Height |
5'5ft/165.1cm |
| Weight |
120lbs/54.5kg |
| Blood Type |
-O |
| Kekkei Genkai |
 Shikotsumyaku |
| Classification |
N/A |
| Areas of Expertise |
Taijutsu |
| Clan |
 Kaguya |
| Affiliation |
Kirigakure |
| Team |
None |
| Rank |
| Ninja Rank |
Chuunin |
| Ninja Registration |
353011 |
| Academy Grad. Age |
N/A |
| Genin Grad. Age |
22 |
| Nature Type |
| Element |
Unknown |
| Signature Jutsu |
| Camellia Sword Spiral |
| Ninja Stats |
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Background
This background is known to very few people, if any. I am including it for the curious, but it will not be abused.
The fire rained down from the sky as screams filled the night air, the sickening metallic smell of blood mixing with smoke from a fire that burns everything in its path. The ground rushed beneath her feet as a young girl is pulled forcibly through the dirt-trodden streets, making her arm ache with pain. Tears fall from her cheeks with fear, crying out with every yank of her arm as her father rushes them forward and between a pair of houses. Letting go of her tiny hand, he reaches out to hold back herself and her mother, breathing hard, covered from grimy soot and sweat as he carefully edges the end and looks around, his blue eyes darting from side to side across the road that is scattered with the bodies of the Kaguya clan.
Gritting his teeth, he waves a hand in motion for them to follow as he hurries to cross the road. Her mother reaches out to take her small hand again, causing tears to pelt up in her eyes as her arm is pulled, "But niichan-" Yuuka protests, though her words are cut off with a scream as her father suddenly collapses, holding his neck as dark crimson blood spills between his fingers when he falls. Her mother's hand tightens her grip on her hand, eyes wide with fear as she pushes Yuuka back with her arm.
Not even a moment later crimson droplets splash along the little girl's face, her mother falling to her needs with frantic gasps for air as she clutches her blood-stained neck, blue eyes rolling to the back of her head before collapsing in front of her. With wide eyes filled with frantic fear of survival instinct, she back quickly back away from the dark-clad shinobi, his blade coated with the blood of her parents. Scrambling backwards, she stumbles and falls onto the shoe of another shinobi, long white hair falling from her face as she peers upwards at the masked man, watching as he lifts his blade and was about to take her life as well. "Wait." the voice breaks the movements as the man above her pauses, glancing up. Another, leaner man dressed in lighter clothing of that of a medical ninja smirks. "We will take her. She is young enough she could be used a few times. Then we will dispose of her, like the rest."
The years pass within the darkness of her confines, eating the sparse meals she was fed as she waited and waited, companied only by the crude etching of stick figures that were scraped into stone, two that were of even height with two smaller figures with linked hands. The day it was discovered she was beaten relentlessly as punishment. The moments of maddening stillness within her confines were interrupted only on rare occasions as she was taken away to large rooms with blinding lights, strapped down, helpless and bare to the masked and faceless medical ninja. Limitless amount of scrolls were attached to her in some form, the tests unceasing and unrelenting, though it was the only small amount of contact she had with others, reaffirming that she wasn't alone in this way at least. The only other exercise she was given she had to kill others in order to live, pitted against other prisoners that never stood a chance.
Personality
When first “rescued” from her imprisonment, Yuuka was extremely timid, distrustful, and suffered from hyper anxiety in large crowds, being unused to open spaces and crowds of people. Then, she became quiet, calm, and meek as she grew to her surroundings, under the training of her rescuer and sensei. Kindness is seen in her eyes as she tries to help everyone in Kirigakure that she can.
With the emergence of her kekkei genkai, and result of the countless years of experimentation, Yuuka has become the black sheep of her clan, her unnatural abilities labeling her as a freak of nature within the clan. Despite such thoughts she remains both serious and kind, slowly accepting what and who she is with the encouragement of Keisuke and her student Tsiro.
Appearance
Before you is a young woman with long, straight hair of snow white that tapers off at the small of her back. Long locks shimmer with a faint glow that frames her pale face, accenting a pair of red dots horizontal to one another. A slender nose is the center piece of her smooth face. Separating her vivid sapphire eyes accented by crimson outlining and long black eyelashes. Below her nose is a pair of soft lips. The curvature of her chin leads to her slender neck.
Slender shoulders lead downwards to the hem of a snow white kimono just off of her shoulders, just over the netting that is just visible over her full chest, the snowy material cupping just along the undercurve. The long, silvery sleeves of her kimono cover over her lean arms, the long hem just over her wrists lead to feminine hands and slender fingers with pale, natural fingernails.
The lean stomach curves naturally beneath the kimono, a pale sky blue obi sash wrapping around her slender waist. The smooth curve of her hips continues under the short hem of the kimono skirt, snowy hem brushing along her thighs as she moves. Her sculpted legs are bare and lead to small, slender feet that are exposed and open.
Relationships
| Name |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Keisuke |
Distant Cousin |
From the first moment I met Keisuke, well… I can not really put the feeling into words. There is a connection beyond what is considered normal. It is as if I should have known who he is all this time, and simply not met him face to face. Though unlike me… he has accepted his past, what was done to him even though no child… should ever go through what we had. I wonder, would it be possible for me to accept my past now because of him? To accept the abomination of a Kaguya that I am whispered to be? Perhaps, time will tell…
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| Nori |
Distant Cousin |
Nori's personality has always been rather extreme. It is like he is always pushing boundaries, limitations, or people into reacting. And react they do. Takeshi and Maikeru both do not seem to get along with him at all. I am not sure if Nori does this on purpose or if its part of his personality, but he is not wild like everyone thinks he is.
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| Takeshi |
Head Elder |
 Takeshi is the closest thing to a father that I have. And while I do not agree with how he treats some of the clan members at times, I know that he cares for the Kaguya clan deeply. I really wish he would get along better with Nori though… |
| Tsiro |
Distant Cousin |
When I first met Tsiro, I knew that he was Kaguya but I found it curious that he tries to hide it by covering his marks. I am a little worried about it too, that maybe there is clan loathing because of how his uncle treats him. In any case, when he approached me about being my student, I was almost surprised to hear how he was treated by Takeshi and Nori, even compared to Nori by our Clan Elder. I see a part of Tsiro that I also see in myself, the same drive to become stronger. So long as I can keep him on the right track, in the right frame of mind, I know that Tsiro will get strong very quickly. There is no doubt in my mind about that. The only part I wonder now is if he is going to react to my unnatural abilities like everyone else.
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| Tsun |
Distant Cousin |
I do not know much about Tsun personally. It feels as if every time I see her, she's keeping herself bottled up. I really wish I could get to know her better, but only time will tell.
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| Yasushi |
Sensei |
I am greatly in debt to Yasushi for all that he has done for me. Not only did he rescue me from what feels like a never-ending hopelessness, he took me in, sheltered and clothed me, and taught me the ways of the shinobi and our clan. I miss him greatly, and do hope he will return one day comes I will take care of his sword and keep moving forward.
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| Name |
Relationship |
Notes |
| Maikeru |
Distant Cousin |
One of my closest friends in Kirigakure, I was there on the beach when he first ran across the ocean and arrived in the Land of Water. Since then, I have watched him become apart of our adopted family, and it feels like he truly belongs now, more than happy now that Jigoku is no longer possessing his arm. I really wish he would stop considering himself a monster though, he is far from that. Though I am starting to wonder if he will ever see the good man that I see inside of him. Recently, I found out that during the last leg of the war he has disappeared. Rumors are going around that he deserted the Mist Village. I hope he did not betray us, but… I also hope for his happiness. During the few weeks last I saw him, Maikeru behave strangely. Could it be that he was unhappy with us? I am not sure, and his reasons for leaving is beyond me…
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| Meruin |
Friend |
My first true friend in Kirigakure. While he seems so serious most of the time, on rare instances I can catch him almost smiling to himself. That is when I can share in that smile too. |
| Sekisetsu |
Friend |
I have to wonder what goes on in Sekisetsu's head most of the time. While I do try to be careful on how I approach subjects with her, she is getting to the age that she needs to be acting more of an adult than a child. Even control her temper to her advantage instead of just blowing up when she feels the need to. But with this only time will tell.
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Chronicle
A first person accounting of events.
The world had been darkness for as long as I could remember. The sniffles of muffled crying echoing through the corridors only varied year to year, sometimes even month to month if the new ones did not survive very long. The only other thing that broke through the never-ending darkness, I dreaded. There was only pain then. So much pain that every part of me knew without a doubt that I would die. Or wished I would die. But somehow, that never happened. If I blacked out, I would only wake up in my cold cell once more, bandaged and bruised, to return to staring at carved stick-figures I had etched into the wall so many years ago. The one of my family. With no way to know how much time has passed, it would be useless to try to count the days on the walls.
How often had I wished for death? The impossible day finally came and I could feel the earth vibrating all around me, the screams and shouts of guards, shinobi, scientists as the underground building began to collapse upon itself, from what I could assume.
I had not expected death itself to come for me, nor that he would look like a Kaguya. I found irony really, but I was more than willing to accept my fate. I had a long time ago accepted that I would die down here, where no one would know or care. How is it that Death extended his hand towards me and offered life instead?
The light was blinding. For so many years I lived in darkness, only to be yanked up from the bowels of the earth into the sun to shock my senses. It would be nearly a week before I could properly adjust to the light once more, but even without sight I scrambled to figure out what was going on around me. One moment I was underground, where time never exists, and then the next… it was if an angel pulled me out of the pit of despair in the center of the universe.
My savior was no more than a man, a shinobi of high caliber from what I could gather. He spoke with his leader when we first reached the surface, and he was assigned the task of keeping me.
I was an object once more.
The moment I learned of this, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Despair and hopelessness returned; my familiar companions.
My so-called caretaker is insufferable. Not that I had much experience interacting with people to begin with, never had I known such a man that could get under my skin such as he. And worse, I think he is enjoying torturing me. His words, he speaks to me in such a way that is so vulgar, only to then smirk at me when he sees my disgust.
Recently he has taken up the task of training me, and even then he makes lewd comments just to see my reaction. It has been increasingly difficult to avoid striking him. Perhaps, that is what he wanted all along. It is impossible to tell.
After several months, my eyes have adjusted to the light above ground. My relationship with my 'Sensei' however… is rocky at best. I have come to tolerate him for the most part, but I still do not understand him. While he appears strong and proud, somehow I feel loneliness as well. He has been by himself for so long, I have to wonder why is it that he accepts the Mizukage's orders so readily and keep me, when otherwise I know he would have nothing to do with me.
While pinning wet laundry onto the line outside one day, a young boy stumbled from the Blood Marsh. He had an injury, a small one, but even so he seemed reluctant for me to stitch up his wound. I suppose I should not be surprised that he was wary of me, I would be too if I was in his position. But… this boy, he has been the only one I have met so far, outside of my caretaker and the Mizukage.
Months pass, and my caretaker is increasingly absent because of secret missions. I have taken up the duty of training upon myself, something that has been difficult doing alone… I wonder if my growing loneliness has been because I was so used to his constant companionship, regardless how irritating I found him at first.
In either case, my spirits have been lifted because the first World Ninja Competition in Kusagakure has begun. My caretaker is participating, so I will have plenty of chances to watch his technique in real battles. Even meet shinobi from other villages and see what techniques they have too. I am so excited. I hope I can be in the tournament next year, if they have one.
After watching my guardian's first match in the tournament… I have much to think about. I had always known that he was powerful, he had to be in order to be a Seven Swordsmen, but I never realized just how much he held back.
And now… now I wonder if one day I will be that terrifying… if one day, I will become so bloodthirsty that there is no difference between friend or foe. After all… that is part of my bloodline, right? I want so much to become strong, so I can protect myself and the people I care about. But if I will become power hungry, is it worth it?
I do not want to become a monster…
The second match has just concluded. Yasushi was impressive, of course. Even terrifying to say the least. It only reasserts the small fear inside of me, that I may one day turn bloodthirsty.
After, I went to the Kusagakure marketplace to window shop. I have never been to this village before, and was surprised to find that they refer to different sections of the village itself by parts of the flower. It reminds me much like the Kaguya dances, in a sense.
While admiring a dress in one of the shop windows, I met a young boy, probably a few years younger than me. I think I embarrassed him though by assuming he was looking at the dress too. That he was thinking of a girl he liked because of it I mean. I am not sure if that is the case or not, but he did become flustered, it was rather amusing to watch.
His name is Kureno, and I was amazed when I found out he could form crystals. He was rather proud of the fact. I would be too if I could make crystals; imagine how easy it would be to make gems like rubies or emeralds. He was really nice to me though, very sweet. Maybe I will meet him again during the tournament.
It has been several months since the World Tournament ended, though I had not been there to see to its conclusion. It has been just as long since I last seen my caretaker, the seasons have changed. I am beginning to worry, I mean, seriously worry. Is he safe on the field? Would sending him a message while he is on a mission risk his cover? It only makes my worry worse, my stomach constantly twisting itself in knots. You would think I would be used to his empty house by now, but every day the quiet only grows worse for me.
Winter has come and snow falls frequently enough that it is always on the ground. Despite the cold, the village is actually quite beautiful in a blanket of snow. When I discovered Meruin-kun at Mist Lake; he was so still, I wondered how much body heat he had lost just sitting outside in the cold weather. He seemed so lost, or so lonely. Maybe even both. The hot chocolate we shared appeared to warm him up with time, though looked as if he was content to simply hold the thermos.
I will have to keep a closer eye on the boy to make sure he does not freeze himself to death…
A few weeks after I had found Meruin-kun out in the cold at the Mist Lake, my worry comes true as I found in him the middle of a rice paddy field, just standing there. His ears and fingers were turning blue, for kami's sake. How could he not realize how cold it is outside? What is worse, the silk he usually wears was actually dissolving off of him. I nearly dropped my shopping out of sheer panic before rushing for him. I pulled off my heavy winter robe to wrap around him, and it was only a short moment or so before he began shivering violently. When Meruin-ken passed out, I carried him back home to warm up in front of the fire.
Though in the end, he seemed to be fine, I do worry. Meruin has been acting so strangely… I hope whatever it is that has been bothering him, he does not keep it bottled up inside.
The ocean is so vast that to the naked eye, it looks unending. I wonder what a person would have to go through, what they would have to experience in order to run across the ocean to make it here, the Land of Water. To flee their country and everyone they know and love?
Maybe I am just making assumptions though. Maikeru spoke very little of what he ran from, though he did say that the Land of Demons lost their most valuable weapon, meaning him. His arm… it glowed this unnaturally red light. And he was quick to make sure that there were seals in place on his arm. What could be in it that even terrifies him?
This Maikeru… I am not sure what he went through to get here, but I hope he can survive in Kirigakure. This country tends to be harsh on foreigners… on everyone really.
In private, I have been trying to perfect Kaguya No Mai. It has been proving to be a difficult task alone, but at the moment I have no other options, as it is the only Kaguya dance that I will ever have to truly learn. I doubt I will ever gain the kekkei genkai, it is so rare that the possibility of having it dormant inside of me is slim to none. Though nowadays, I am beginning to wonder to myself if that is truly a bad thing. If I did gain the Shikotsumyaku, would I be the same person? I do not want to be seen as quiet, meek, and defenseless, but nor do I want to be bloodthirsty. Is this a fate I am running from or running towards? It seems impossible to determine.
And Maikeru-san, he seems to struggle as much as I do. In a moment of confiding in one another, I divulged a secret that probably would have been best kept to myself, but I felt that it had been trying to burst out from inside of me for the longest time. I do not know Maikeru-san all that well, but I hope he will keep it to himself. I think it gave him insight more than anything.
Never have I seen so much blood, so much in trails and flesh. It coated every surface, the walls, the bed, huge piles of it on the floors as the stench filled the whole room. Just how much of it came from one person? How much torture had Emu put his victims through, how much suffering did they live through before they fell to the hands of such a twisted man. And how much of it was from the Kaguya woman chained up to the wall? I could hardly tell she was even a person, more skeleton than anything, with flesh handing off of her, throat ripped away without even a chance to scream. The whole scene twisted my stomach that I felt sick.
Is that what is to be expected of the world? That the power of perverse, corrupt men take advantage of the week to use them for their sick amusement?
Just how many lives has he taken like this? For his twisted pleasure?
I know this is going to haunt me in the future… it is a nightmare come to life…
Timeline
Age 3 – Kidnapped
Age 20 – Underground Lab is destroyed, Yuuka is the lone survivor
Taken in by Yasushi. Promoted to Genin status.
Age 22 - Promoted to Chuunin status.
Shikotsumyaku emerged.
Participated in Legion March war against Konohagakure.
Participated in Bloody Mist Tournament.
Accepted Tsiro as a student.
Thoughts on the Land of Water's Clans
Kaguya
I have mixed feelings of my clan. My brother would have been one of our strongest warriors should he had lived, it gives me pride to know with such certainty of what he would have become. And my Sensei, he was also a fierce warrior. One of the Seven Swordsmen for many a year. How can I not have pride with such strength comes from our clan's blood?
However… I am a freak of nature, looked down upon for the unnatural things I can do. While I wish more than anything to accept what I am as a Kaguya, this may never happen if I am always cast away.
Touketsu
I only know a little about the Touketsu clan, though their hatred of Kaguya is part of their blood. Having only met one Touketsu in my lifetime, what I do know for certain is that they must be a cold people.
Shirayuki
I have not really heard much of the Shirayuki clan, with the exception that they mainly live on the Seastone Isle. Do you think there are any still there? That would be a curious place to visit.
Okumo
The Okumo I do know a bit more about, being friends with Okumo Meruin-kun. Spiders are a bit strange to base your entire clan upon, but I suppose bones are equally as strange. I do wonder if all that chemical experimentation affects their minds though…
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