Silent Song

[Ren Nobuyuki Nazo]

INSANITY the fine line between being fine and off your rocker Blood cascaded down the walls of the old home, fresh and crimson from a new harvest. The stench of rotting flesh permeated through every nook and cranny of the wooden structure and everything, every little painting, piece of furniture, even every little spec of dust, was dyed lovely lovely red with blood. Blood dripped through the wooden floor boards and the structure of the ceiling from the second floor to the first floor. It dripped rhythmically and with it sang a soft demented voice. harmony is.... The voice sang before the voice faded into near silence with only the occasional harmony being heard every few minutes. Several long painful minutes would soon pass within the house before blood would begin to drip more hastily from the second floor and a feminine screech would call out with a blood curdling shriek. However no one would come to the woman's aide. Not now. Everyone knew who's home she had dared intrude upon. Besides help had already been called for. Sabaku no Shinigami, was his business name. He was a man of simple matters really, and he was more of a life saver than a life taker. At least he was on the surface. Being the Head Medical Personnel of Sunagakure had its perks every now and then, but it also came with its hindrances. For example, he was almost always constantly busy saving people's lives when he would personally rather be whisking them away, or rather, experimenting upon them and discovering the secret to screwing over the very ethereal being he was dubbed as. Then again he was also thankful that he had such a high position, it meant that people recognized his abilities, and thus, would call for his assistance when necessary despite his background. Yes, it was he, the non-shinobi shinobi, Sabaku no Shinigami, otherwise known as Ren Nobuyuki, to very select peoples, that was called in for such an occasion as cleaning up the mess that had become of this little settlement. It had been approximately three days since he had received his task of disposing of this threat to their lord of wind, also known as the daimyo, however, it was only now, on this chilly night that he would arrive upon a scene of mass destruction. It really was quite the sight to behold. Blood was splattered everywhere. Corpses were strewn about the streets, some in pieces and some whole. Most of all there was a distinct chill to the air, one that only a place void of life and hiding great mystery could produce. It sent shivers down the mortician's spine. "My my, how long has it been since I have felt this much threat from simple scenery," he humored himself as he wrapped his arms around his own chest and hugged them close. A sinister smile crept across his face as his voice broke into a quiet cackle. This was honestly all too great. He was here, not on a man hunt, or woman hunt as it may have been, but on a hunt to slay a monster. Yes, that was what this one was now. Not someone of mortal flesh or mind, but something else, something many would call a monster, however he would call something else. A future asset perhaps. He dropped off of the sand stone ledge that he had previously been standing on, allowing himself to slide down the steep cliff side down towards the ruins of the little village below. It was honestly eerily quite. Heck it was quiet enough to send more shivers creeping down his spine. Now that was something. He took a look around his location at the crippled buildings, however he saw nothing stir. Not even a mouse. He shook his head as he confirmed his suspicions, his client was likely either dead or they fled. He would assume it was likely the former, with the nature of the very situation he had been thrown into being as it was, that was the most likely answer. As he wandered through the crippled village the moon hung high in the sky signaling that it was likely already about midnight. However her highness was not alone in the sky, for she was accompanied by carrion birds. "How unfortunate. It seems the reaper has claimed all life here, and now they threaten to steal their flesh. Most, unfortunate." After several moments, he noticed something quite odd. A part of the village just up ahead seemed to have fallen off of a cliff. When he moved closer to investigate however, he was awe struck. Below him rested a vast ancient civilization long since abandoned. "My, my." As he stared into the vast expanse of the networks of buildings, pipes, and the such, the wind blew upward towards him from below, howling and carrying with it, a voice. harmony is not with us "Someone is... calling to me," he heard the voice faintly on the wind beckoning to him. Again and again the very faint voice of the woman called out as if beckoning to him; as if teasing him. He took several steps forward before dropping down into the expanse of the city that stretched beyond. He wanted to investigate, wanted to find she whom beckoned to him. As he dropped down further and further into the underground city, the city itself seemed to become more and more technological. Pipes became more frequent and eventually the question arose in the mortician's mind. Where were the inhabitants? Why was there no one but the one with the voice the teased him so? Was this some sort of trap? As he mulled this over he continued to descend through the network of pipes before stopping on top of one that over looked some sort of vast court yard. At that moment his question rested before him. There was a bone yard below him. Masses of skeletons sprawled out below. These people were all murdered. harmony is not with us living hell is coming The voice became louder and louder until at long last it stopped to be replaced by the childish giggling of a woman's voice. His attention was snapped to her direction revealing to him her presence on top of the pipe with him. "Living hell is coming," he asked her cocking his head to the side slightly.

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