Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. -Edward Elric
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Hikaru ran down the streets of Konoha, his breathing slightly haggard as the wind fluttered his messy ash-grey hair, revealing his sea green eyes, which glowed dimly.
Behind his emotionless face was a sense of urgency and worry.
As he ran, people parted, and eyes followed him everywhere as to what they held. Hikaru didn't know his eyes were only fixated on the approaching white hospital, and the sound of his beating heartbeat drowned the murmurs of the people.
Reaching the hospital Hikaru pushed open the double doors only to be met with a flood of people, doctors running around, and hundreds of shinobi either yelling or unconscious, their bodies bandaged like mummies as blood stains turned the once white bandages red. And family members trying to visit their dead or dying family.
In the center of the room, a nurses' station housed several nurses, each tackling the flood of people, primarily the family, directing them to rooms or to seating areas where they could wait. Or Shinnobi, hearing their symptoms and directing them based on how critical they were.
Pushing past to the front of the line, Hikaru interrupted a female nurse who wore pink medical scrubs, her auburn hair tied in a bun, who was arguing with a tall injured man, his head and left eye wrapped in bandages, his left side supported by a crutch.
Interrupting, Hikaru said, his tone a little hurried, "Point me to the room where Kurama Himari is…please."
"Hey, kid, don't you see I was talking? Didn't your mom ever—" the injured man said angrily, placing his right hand on Hikaru's shoulder, applying force.
Hikaru, feeling this, turned his head, his eyes meeting the man's eyes, his sea green eyes glowing a little brighter. "Shut up," Hikaru said.
The man looking at Hikaru's eerily glowing green eyes felt his heart quicken as a drop of sweat powered to his brow, a weird feeling settling in him, the same one Kakashi felt when he watched Hikaru break from the Yamanaka man's technique.
The feeling that those eyes, no, that boy, could see your very soul—it was a feeling that invaded the man's mind, his very being.
"Yeah, sorry, kid, go ahead; I can wait," the man said, his face turning whiter than it was before.
Hikaru, seeing the man shut up, turned back, facing the woman, who wore a fearful expression in part due to the rumors of his relation with the demon fox, which had already made its rounds through Konoha, and in part due to the scary feeling he gave moments ago.
"Room 208" She said quickly, seeing Hikaru's eyes settling on her. Hearing this, Hikaru simply nodded, ignoring the woman's demeanor, and turned to leave.
As he picked up his pace, turning a corner, he unknowingly bumped into a man turning the same corner, knocking both back slightly.
"Sorr—" Hikaru started as he looked up only to see no one there.
"Watch where you're going," a man's voice sounded behind Hikaru as the sound of footsteps started and then suddenly disappeared.
'What's his problem?' Inner asked.
Hikaru, however, could only shrug his eyes at the now empty spot behind him where the man sounded; after a slight moment, Hikaru turned his attention back to finding his mother's right, but just as he took a step forward, the sound of glass breaking sounded beneath his foot.
Looking down, Hikaru saw a shattered vial remnant of a green liquid stained the broken pieces as it puddled on the floor. On one piece of the glass was a symbol of a circle with a tree inside of it, its roots stretching to the edges of the circle.
"What the—" Hikaru started, but the sound of a flatline cut through his thoughts.
Then, a moment later, the speakers cut through. "Patient in Room 208 is coding; all medical personnel needed," the speaker sounded throughout the hospital.
"No!" Both Hikaru and Inner sounded as Hikaru took off to his mother's room, his mind running as the world felt as if it slowed, his eyes previously dim and beginning to glow with an intensity as his spiritual energy bubbled again.
Reaching the room after what felt like an eternity Hikaru reached room 208, his throat hungry for air as he pushed through the tiredness, his hands pushing open the door with an intensity. When the door opened, Hikaru was met with a strange scene.
A woman lay in a hospital bed, her dark shiny brown hair laid across her bed, her skin completely smooth, devoid of wrinkles, anything—she was strikingly beautiful, she looked health,perfect even, but… In the eyes of Hikaru, it was all wrong.
"Mom?" Hikaru said, falling to his knees as tears fell from his eyes.
"What did they do to you?" He cried as he looked at his mother's body. It was perfect, no longer pale and bruised, but… he could feel her body was perfect, but her mind, no soul, was gone; she was like a husk…nothing.
"Oh child, this must be really hard for you! We did everything we could, but with the influx of shinobi hurt in the war, your mother simply… slipped through the cracks." A man wearing a white doctor's coat said he had brown hair and round glasses framed his face, but weirdest of all, he wore a bright smile on his face as if he wasn't telling a child his mother was dead.
Beside the man, a woman with green hair tied into a ponytail wore pink scrubs like the woman at the nurse station, and beside her, a tall man with black spikey hair wore a doctor's coat similar to the brown-haired man… and they were both smiling the same as the doctor.
Watching this, Hikaru simply watched, his eyes wide, a lost expression on his face as tears fell uncontrollably.
The brown-haired man seeing this smiled even wider as he walked toward Hikaru, taking a knee in front of him as he leaned in close to Hikaru's ear.
"Your next half-breed—oh, how good it felt to kill that bitch. I reveled in it, but don't worry, I got her all nice and pretty for you, so cheer up…" The man said quite enough for only Hikaru to hear.
"Why…" Hikaru couldn't help but mutter, though he knew the answer.
"Because I wanted to. What other reason do I need?" the man said as he chuckled slightly. He then turned to his colleagues behind him.
"Hey, you guys want to get some ramen today? It's on me after all; haven't we been doing so much good today?" the man said happily. His taunting gaze, however, remained on Hikaru.
"Okay, sure, Senpai!" the woman sounded.
"Yeah sure, I'm in a good mood today," the black-haired man also said.
"Okay, good." The brown-haired man said, standing up, his eyes meeting Hikaru's one more time with that same smile.
At that moment Hikaru felt a tug, the previous hospital scenery being swapped with the mindscape, the smiling brown-haired man swapped with Inner's emotionless face, a single tear being the only indicator of his emotions.
"You know what you have to do, right?" Inner asked in a low tone as he looked straight at Hikaru's figure.
"Yeah, I have to kill them, right? No, I want to kill them," Hikaru said in an emotionless tone matching Inners as he raised his head, his eyes meeting Inners behind them, a wealth of pain.
"As long as you know," Inner said as he knelt, matching Hikaru's height, as he grabbed Hikaru's chin, angling it downward, as he mirrored putting their foreheads together, their eyes closed, as a whitish-green light shined brilliantly as Inner dissipated into particles.
On the outside, Hikaru's body knelt motionlessly, his eyes closed, and the spiritual energy began to grow and boil, reaching the same apex it did in the fight with the Yamanaka clan member, No it surpassed it.
As it grew, boiling more and more as if it was a volcano about to erupt. Hikaru's spiritual became a fuel for something greater.
"What's happening?" the brown-haired man asked as he felt an indescribable pressure emanating from Hikaru's body as Hikaru's eyes shot open; his previous sea green eyes now had a golden sun-like ring a few inches from his pupils.
The space around them twisted as the previously enclosed room Hikaru was in disappeared, a whirling galaxy replaced the ceiling, and rows of bookcases erupted from the ground.
Everyone in the hospital watched their surroundings warily as it shifted, some in fear, and those close to a door soon found it was there no more as they could only watch their surroundings shift.
People screamed and tried to escape to no avail; after the new environment settled, the once empty bookcases materialized books that all floated out, their pages opening as chains shot out, pulling people into the pages.
The brown-haired man watching his two companions be dragged into the books looked at Hikaru in terror as he tried to put distance between the two.
Hikaru, watching the man struggle with an emotionless face, stood up slowly as a drop of blood descended from his nose as he walked toward the man.
"No, no, stop, please, I'm sorry," the man cried as he pleaded to Hikaru, but Hikaru, hearing this, simply kept walking toward him.
"I—I was just following orders, trying to do what was right, so please, I don't deserve this, please."
But Hikaru just kept walking; his eyes gleamed as he extended a hand toward the man.
"No! Please, this won't do anything; nothing will change. You can't escape the village. You'll die!" the man yelled. "So why, why do this? There's no point."
Hearing this, Hikaru smirked slightly as he tilted his head. "Why? Because I want to. What other reason do I need?"
As a black book appeared behind the brown-haired man, its pages opened as chains shot out, trying to pull the man into its grasp.
The man, not wanting to die, restrained with everything he had, snapped chains as he resisted, but there were simply too many as he was dragged into the book screaming.
Hikaru watched this with an emotionless face. His body ached, and his head ached as if the world was spinning. His breathing was haggard, and blood gushed from his nose and some from his mouth. Ignoring the pain, he turned to his mother's body, which lay on the floor of the library.
Walking over, he dropped beside her and did something he never got the chance to do: he acted like a child and cried. He sat there and let out the years of repressed emotions and cried.
Through tears Hikaru whispered to his mother, "From this moment on I'll do what I want. I'll live the life you gave me for the both of us, I promise," Hikaru said, his childlike innocence finally shining.
After he finished crying, a yellow book with the image of a sunflower on it appeared, its pages opening as chains shot out, carefully wrapping around his mother's body, pulling her into their pages.
"I love you, and I promise they will never touch you again." Hikaru mumbled as he held his mother's book.
As Hikaru held his mother's book, a luminescent blue screen appeared, pulling him out of his grief.
[Hello Host! You, through the creation of a new ability, have awakened the Ability Creation System.]
"What the—" Hikaru said as he stared at the blue screen.
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S: Not my best work but preety good if I do say so myself. Now his ability I know seems Op and kinda is but at the end of the next ch I'll explain the ability and a bit of some of it's limitations.