Capítulo 10: 009: Memories of a forgotten spirit.
A/N: I always wrote from an omniscient narrator pov. I realized that most of the fanfics that I have read do It from a 1-person perspective, so I will try that.
ALSO, BEWARE. DISCRETION IS ADVICED. I MENTION SENSITIVE SUBJECTS LIKE S@ICIDE, DEPRESION AND S@LF HARM.
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Senbonzakura pov
I... I am a zanpakuto, or actually a spirit zanpakuto.
We all start as Asauchi, no name spirits that reside in a katana.
After we are paired with a Shinigami, we, merge. Well, merge is not the word I should use, but more like that our soul vibration can reach "harmony".
It is a difficult concept to understand or even feel. But that is the truth nonetheless.
My Shinigami was/is called Byakuya Kuchiki.
Even before we are paired with a Shinigami, we have some form of sentience.
We exist, we feel, we understand but not everything at the same time.
And for the "me" of that time, Byakuya was...
a work in progress.
My pride etched with the fire of the forge where I was born, always burned like a blazing sun.
I did not want to babysit a kid, I wanted a partner, I wanted a master, someone worthwhile to pledge my existence.
Where, even if the world was against us, we could stand proud and fight for our cause.
But destiny had another plan.
What I found was a clan heir, with a massive ego but without the strength to back it up.
He was respectful of his clan and he had potential. But, charging like an idiot just because he was "angry" was a waste of time.
....
Some time passed, and the sands of time where able to polish that gem.
Responsibilities were helpful to make Byakuya more mature.
He was not worthy enough to hear my name, but he was getting close.
Countless years passed were we trained together, a Shinigami and his zanpakuto.
And then, he was ready:
«What is your name? » asked Byakuya. He could finally establish contact with his zanpakuto.
There was silence in the room
«My name is Senbonzakura» the spirit answered.
He recognized Byakuya efforts, he could faintly see the man that could someday be his master.
But great things take time, and he will help him to get there.
«I will be your sword, your shield, your tool, your partner.
I will heed your call; you just have to manifest...» the spirit voice was harder and harder to listen.
Byakuya woke up, grabbed his katana, and said with conviction and respect.
«Scatter, Senbonzakura»
The blade disappeared and only the handle remained in his hands. The blade transformed in countless little blades. They looked like Sakura leaves, dancing in the air. A magnificent but deadly display of beauty.
Shinigami and Zanpakuto, two spirits, embarked in their journey.
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The spirit got himself stranded. He was stranded in a faraway land.
By instinct, he knew that he was not "alive". Countless days passed, but he could not get out of there.
He saw that in this world, war was the norm. Where small children, started killing for "the glory of the clan".
He saw how countless people perished, good and bad, rich and poor, a sword is only made to kill, that was a true in this world and the last one.
A Sakura tree started growing where he was. He realized that for some strange reason, he could walk farthest and farthest as the tree grew.
He saw how the souls of the deceased, where stranded in earth.
He also met a strange creature who could talk with him. Loneliness is a horrible partner, even for him. So, this creature provided him with an acquaintance.
He started to grow stronger as the killings continued, maybe nourished by the souls of the death.
Time passed and a clan settled there. Well, not only a clan, various clans were led by two mans. Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha.
They made a settlement and called it, Konoha.
Their goal was peace.
I respected them, because while naive, they fought for their goals and had the strength to back it up.
But both of them were not happy. They both wanted to achieve peace by different means.
In my mind, they were both right and they were both wrong.
So, like any society, they fought.
I could see how they used any means to kill each other, a clash of ideas in its purest and primal form.
There was a winner and a loser.
Someone lived, and someone "died". I approached the soul of the deceased warrior, you can call it curiosity.
He was surprised to know that death is not the end and how a spirit samurai lived in his ex-clan's land.
Then, he smiled and his soul was back among the livings. Of course, he forgot about our encounter in our spirits forms and left Konoha.
The winner, if I could call him like that, was dead.
Not in the real sense, but more in the soul's sense.
He killed his best friend, Madara and him shared a bond that was superior to everything he ever had, even if he did not want to admit it. Even his wife knew, but she kept silence.
So, with time, he killed himself.
He told his family that his injuries were so bad, that he had little time to live. But no.
The spirit saw those kind of eyes countless times in his past.
Those were the eyes of a dead man walking among the livings and waiting for death.
He could live longer, he could receive medical treatment, his body was not the problem.
He wanted to die, and there was nothing that his brother or his wife could do about it.
And finally, his soul cut the ties with his body.
He was "free".
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We met for the first time, and he was spooked.
He asked me if I was a Shinigami and if I came to take his soul.
I nodded at the first and I shook my head to the second.
«I saw your life, and for your well lived path, I have one parting gift, » said the spirit
«Madara is alive»
Hashirama started crying. He did not care that he was dead, but he was happy that Madara was alive.
I explained him what happened, and he said
«HAHAHAHA! As expected of Madara. I am finally in peace...» said Hashirama with a chuckle.
His soul started shining, proof that his earthly regrets were gone.
«Thank you, my friend, thank you» with tears in his eyes, Hashirama left this world to somewhere else.
I could vaguely feel that he would not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Something "grabbed" his soul, but I could not see what or who it was.
That was the last time that I saw him.
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Time passed, after Hashirama's death, the First Ninja World war started.
Many people perished due to war. I helped as many souls as I could, but not everyone is ready to leave this world.
To reach enlightment you need to let go, but that is easier said than done.
I saw the first war, the second one, and when there were early signs of a third one, I met him for the first time.
He was called Sora, Sora Uchiha. He was the son of the current Uchiha patriarch.
In him, I could feel a stronger than average reiatsu, something extremely weird in these lands.
Not in the same height as a Shinigami, but really strong for a human.
We talked a lot, he told me that he was scared, how his soul did not belong to these lands. How he missed his family and sometimes thought in ending everything.
«This is not an option. Live on my friend. If not for you, do it for me and maybe someday, you will have even more to live on» I said.
Sora was stunned,
«Friend...» he murmured while crying.
«Thank you, sir, truly, » said Sora. Finally seeing a little light at the end of this tunnel.
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A/N: *Me writing of hashirama and madara´s bond*
-GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-
Also, for me, my man senbonzakura is a real hommie.
I think that the previous and this chapter are a little like "fillers", but for me they help me to make sense for the things that will happen in the future. Also, I realized that i got better and I am making less and less mistakes in my writings.
Also, I will soon (not now) make an extra chapter with lemon/smut. Because yeah, I am not underaged and I always wanted to write something like that (you can skip it if you dont like it).
Just to remind you, I wrote it in the tags and the warnings. This novel will have some gay stuff and not some gay stuff.
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