[Since I know we won't reach 50 memes, here you go, the extra chapter. Love me guys, I deserve all this website's love... no homo.]
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[If I don't get more STONES then I hope when you sleep tonight, you wake up with your body soaked with sweat.]
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The hospital room was dim, lit only by the pale daylight filtering through the half-closed blinds. The air was thick with the sharp scent of disinfectant.
The old man lay still on the bed, his frail body barely disturbing the crisp white sheets. Tubes connected him to the machines, his breaths slow and uneven. His thin, pale hand twitched slightly, as if reaching for someone who wasn't there.
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Arata's POV/
When I was 5 years old in the waring state period, in an aftermath of a battlefield, I was heavily injured, doomed to die, barely conscious. My parents who are ninjas also, gone... one by fire in the midst of the defeated battle and the other got kidnapped for you know what reason; such was the fate of almost all women at that time.
I survived.
I was devastated.
I felt alone.
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One day, I went to stay the night at my suprisingly still living and very old grandma's house. Her house was on some farm land just like how it was preferred by most Hatake.
She didn't really have a big plot of land either, so the house I was staying in for about a week was pretty small, but big enough to be able to see all the other farms of neighbouring Hatakes around us if you were on top of the roof of the house.
There was something that always bothered me about the house and it was that, every single night my grandma would go outside into this tiny shed she had and would stay in there for 3 hours or so then come back and act like nothing happened.
So I eventually got really interested with the shed, and then two days later, I started to walk towards the shed, was about to open its door and see, but suddenly my grandma inside the house screamed at me to STOP!
My heart literally froze because it was like a screeching sound, getting flashbacks of the battlefield where everyone shouts and screams.
I dashed back into the house and went into the living room. Once I got in the living room I sat in there expecting my grandma to scream at me saying her reasonings to why I shouldn't have gone in there or so, but she never talked to me, she just stared at me for a solid 10 minutes then wondered off.
It gave me chills.
One night later I woke up to hear breathing! and I opened my eyes slowly to see my grandma staring at me, her eyes looked bloodshot.
I don't know if she was on drugs or what but she stared at me for an hour. I couldn't even speak because of how scared I was, my voice quivered and I remember this vividly, she said "I'm here" over and over and over until she stopped and slowly turned and walked away and then the next morning she acted like nothing happened.
If not for being sure she was my grandmother, I would have slit her throat and fought just like I always do when I go on missions, but I don't think I could have successfully done it because she was once a strong Kunoichi and I was just a kid who survived one of the many battlefields.
I then asked if I could go home and my grandma said "Home? But you only have me left. You will feel lonely, maybe stay another day, son." Which certainly wasn't in my best interest but I had no choice so I stayed for another day.
I eventually went back outside and trained with my kunai by myself and then in one of the moments, somehow the kunai hit the shed and got embedded on its front door.
I reluctantly went forward and grabbed my kunai. My curiosity got the better of me and quickly, I slightly opened the shed's door and glanced inside after making sure grandma wasn't around.
My eyes widened at what I saw.
Dead animals and bodies rotting.
The stench... oh my god the stench was so horrible I threw up instantly and quickly closed the door.
I suddenly saw a shadow on the ground and looked back to see grandma staring at me with a deranged smile and bloodshot eyes that could give every ferocious chakra beast a run for their money.
She was like a statue.
Cold sweat poured down my whole body, my body shaked, and fear gripped my heart.
I moved slightly to the left, my back supported by the shed, but her eyes never left me, it bore into my soul.
Everywhere I went, her eyes followed me until I was behind her back. With a burst of speed, I went inside the house, grabbed my things then wanted to run away from here as fast as I could, until from the kitchen, briefly, my attention got grabbed by the picture of a burning shed and my grandma's figure who still had that deranged expression I only saw on the faces of those who have lost sanity on battlefields.
She was still staring at me, her body facing the shed, her head facing me.
I ran.
Never visited her again until she died.
It was right at that moment where I have gotten my trust issues.
I was afraid that I will become like everyone else. I was afraid that just like grandma, I will also lose it at the end too. I was afraid that I will not be myself again.
Maybe it is a norm in these parts of the globe, but god dammit I was 5!!
I...I wasn't supposed to go to wars, to take lives, to torture, to ruin, to learn ninjutsu, Kenjutsu, Taijutsu or any of that nonsense! I was 5 fucking years old! I was supposed to be playing around and laugh like how a kid should! Not being afraid and think about stuff even a 30 years old wouldn't think about in a very 'normal' case, if normal even exists in this world.
I wasn't supposed to see my parents go through that hell. I wasn't supposed to see my grandma going crazy after years of living in this deranged world. I wasn't supposed to take my first kill at four. I wasn't supposed to experience any of this and much more!
I was and am just a simple human I swear to you god! I fucking swear!
So why?! Why should I go through this?!
I just fucking want peace for a fucking straight month without something bad happening! Is that too much to ask?! Huh?!
Dammit!
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I don't blame you god forgive me, please, no, none of that..."But dammit! Out of all things!! you really had to create the most shitty creature known to universe... Humans, I am just pissed at that." I said while I looked at the ceiling without having much emotions left in me to express anymore.
*Bangg!*
"What the hell are you on about old man? Did you finally succumb? About time! Tch tch tch, such a weak heart!" I heard the voice of the One I don't wanna hear anything from right now.
God, this shit... this shit right here is what I am talking about! This fucked brat here is your doing!
Fix him.
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General POV/
The door flew open as Garou went inside carrying a box wrapped in a cloth as he approached the chair beside Arata's bed and sat down without a care in the world, then put down the box on the floor beside him.
"Wuzzup." Garou said with a teasing grin.
"..."
"How are you old fart? You good now?" Garou asked the indifferent Arata who just looked at the ceiling under his warm blanket.
"..."
"Heard from the doctor that it was a heart attack, but let me tell you dude, I saw how they treated you and you even died for some seconds too until they brought you back from the grip of kami, talk about lucky bro I am telling ya!" Garou explained.
"..."
"By the way, I have meant to ask, how do you sleep with all that beard? Doesn't it get uncomfortable under that blanket? Or do you prefer for it to not be covered? Or maybe-"
"Sometimes I regret I didn't kill myself so a fucked kid like you wouldn't have a chance to be born somehow." Arata interrupted Garou.
There was a brief silence.
"We are related?!" Garou shouted in sudden surprise and...discomfort.
"Thankfully no, but we all are from the Hatake clan so-"
"Ohhhh THANK Sage Of The Six Bowls! Damn for a moment I was scared some kind of inbreeding or messed up genetical disease was running through my veins! Don't scare me like that!" Garou said with exaggeration which made some veins become visible on Arata's head.
*Tick*
"Brat, I swear to Mito-sama's divine titties, if you don't shut the fuck up right now, then don't blame me for shoving this frail arm you see right up in your virgin Ass!!" Arata said through gritted teeth as his minuscule chakra flared that didn't do shit at all except for looking more sick and pathetic while glaring daggers at Garou.
"Okayyyy old dude you don't–"
"Don't mess with me!"
"Jeez calm down I was just joking, I didn–"
"Don't mess with me!!"
"Bruh just liste-"
"I said Don't mess with me! I swear to god I am so fucking pissed off right now and will do something unthinkable!"
"I was just joking old fart, don't take it seriously it's not good for your fragile heart. Calm down! Jeez!"
"It wasn't funny! You aren't funny! Shut up!"
Garou smiled and became quite after that and the two stopped bickering. He just wanted for Arata-san to get out of his brooding and shout profanities again like normal, and he succeeded it seems as Arata-san's demeanour relaxed after this brief conversation.
They spent some minutes in silence. One started to go through a box he brought with him, while the other just stared at the ceiling and day dreamed.
"My mom cooked some chakra cock soup I hunted in the forest and brought it to you. She said she will visit later and wished you good heal–"
"When I was 14, I married the love of my life, a girl whose smile could outshine the sun, a smile that illuminated my dark heart. I started my ninja career at 4, retired at 28, and I was a supposed genius. I retired because I feared I will die and leave my kind wife alone in this damned world. But even in retirement, I always did my duty to protect the clan from threats whenever something happened because there is nothing called as retirement when you are a ninja." Arata interrupted whatever Garou was saying.
Garou raised an eyebrow at Arata-san who interrupted him, weirded out slightly, "Want me to write it down? It's a good premise for a good novel–"
"I had 6 children. My first kid was born when I was 15. A girl, a very cute girl who made my mask of indifference crumble in an instant she smiled." Arata continued to ignore Garou and said with his lip curved upwards a little.
"She died at 7."
"My second kid, a boy. A boring boy with little talent. Got forced into being a ninja by the clan and also died not long after at 6."
"My third kid, a girl again. She got kidnapped at 8 by unknown ninjas from the land of lightning and never saw her again, but you can already guess her fate." Arata said with gritted teeth and eyes filled with heart breaking fury.
"My fourth kid, a girl again who died at infancy because of a disease that was hard to cure."
"My fifth kid, another girl. Suicide after trauma."
"My sixth kid, a boy who lived. Died with his wife later on after giving me a grandson who you know what happened to him just the day before."
"..." Garou listened to Arata with a calm expression with no hint of mischief on his face like usual.
"My wife, her sunny and hopeful smile long gone. After the sixth kid, she died right after birthing him. During the process of giving birth, she didn't scream... even once." Arata became quite while reminiscing about his past with emotions in his eyes hard to explain. Fists clenched.
By now, the old man was crying with no tears. His eyes vacant, red from the welled up emotions.
"Come closer kid." Arata said and Garou complied.
The old man put a hand on top Garou's head warmly "I will tell you the truth. I won't say any unnecessary fairy tales about hope, dreams, and kindness or any of that nonsense," He said.
"In this world, no matter what...don't have expectations, don't have hope, don't have dreams, because you will inevitably be disappointed, no doubt in that."
"Your Mother, will die. Your Father, is that bastard even alive? Your wife, dead. Kids, dead. You yourself will die inside and out." Arata continued.
"This world seems kinda alive sometimes, its scary at how it always gets to everyone's throat. Don't ever be fooled by that little happiness you have, it's just an illusion. Six years from now you will only remember this conversation as some sort of dream or distorted pictures. Gone the old man Arata and every geezer in that cursed compoun-Coughh coughhh coughh!" Arata started to cough violently as he covered his mouth which had a little bit of blood coming down his lips.
Garou at this moment was only listening to Arata. His words were true... kinda.
"Don't worry old man, I may not look like it but it won't be long before I stand at the peak." Garou said with a cocky grin which gathered no reaction from Arata.
"You fool. What's the point of power when you are already broken inside. Do you really think there is no cost for power?" Arata replied as his eyelids tiredly pointed at the ceiling and started to close slowly.
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"Cough There's always some messed up fuckery going on when anything involves power, remember that."
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"Cough my advice Cough... for you is...don't kill, no matter what, Don't...Kill! The first step to insanity and immorality is your first kill. I have gone through it and it's nasty as hell! It's inhuman, and Disgusting!! Though I doubt you can live up to that, this world will force your hand to do it sadly Cough Cough Cough! But try to atleast."
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"I wonder Cough! Does something good ever comes from living?"
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"Because there is no good for me...
*Sob Sob*
Arata began to sob silently.
This conversation already dampened Garou's mood as he didn't come here for this, he was expecting spending sometime with the old dude, joke around a little, and pick him up, then go home.
'He is dying.' Garou thought with a frown as he looked at the tired gaze of Arata.
There was a brief pause.
"Garou Cough! Listen to me. Don't...hurt innocents. They are humans too, just like you, just like me. Don't let power make you think you are better Cough! I did hurt them, many innocents, killed them, tortured them, and this is Karma coming back to bite me, but you are still just a child and... pure. Don't become a ninja! It's not worth it. Don't kill or unjustly hurt anyon-Coughhhh! Coughhh!"
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Garou held the man's hand for support and said nothing, just looking at the exhausted figure in front of him who was dying and breaking down after being strong for so long.
"I huff...I...m...my family huff, for one last....."
"-time....."
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*silence*
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"Farewell Arata-san."
On this unexpected day, a poor and exhausted soul finally departed, much to the grief of the ones living.
The End.
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Side story/
While Garou was grieving over the dead body of Arata-san, suddenly a blinding light shone inside the room.
*BOOMM!!*
"HO HO HO!"
"What in the actual fuck?!!" Garou shouted in shock as he looked at the ethereal figure hovering in front of him.
The figure opened its ethereal eyes and stared at Garou wisley for some moments before he raised his hands and...
"Sikeeeeee BITCH!!!!!! You thought I was dead but guess what?! I ain't Arata if I don't fuck with Death!"
"W...wut?!"
"Btw, Death is hot asf."
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