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Spectral Ninja	By : Nescafevh Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 15262 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Eventually they lay still together, recovering, and Naruto became aware of the frustration and concern from his two Skulk Brothers, Shikamaru especially, almost DEMANDING an answer from him.
Rousing Karin he murmured they should return to the others and she reluctantly nodded. But beforehand Naruto reached into his jacket and handed her something "here". He held an drawstring pouch, the pouch itself about the size of an marble while the strings were longer than normal. With Naruto's help she placed the miniature orb inside the pouch, tied it off securely and placed the loops over her head so it hung around her neck, the pouch directly between her breasts.
Together they put their hands into the appropriate sign, cried "release!" and dispelled the illusion.
They found themselves back in the chamber, Naruto knelt and touching the pillar while Karin was beside him, hand on his shoulder.

Slowly they moved, removing their hands from their positions and standing, both feeling warn and tired both emotionally and physically.
Seeing them back with them the two other ninja moved forward, Shino not speaking when he saw their condition, but the so-called genius blurting out "what happened!?"
Naruto sighed "not now, Shika. We want to eat something then sleep a while. How long....?"
"A few hours" the bug nin said calmly "did you find it?" Naruto nodded "yeah. We witnessed the events here leading up to it shattering and what happened afterwards. We have it" Karin motioned to the pouch and Naruto the necklace, leading Shino's eyes to widen just very slightly in realization "but we'll explain later."
Shino nodded and the two other male ninja lead the Uzumaki's back to the house. The closer they got the more tired they noticed the two becoming, they were even starting to stumble, and exchanged looks. They had never seen their Skulk Brother so drained, even after the encounter with the moth summons.
However it wasn't like an physical exhaustion, more like an emotional one.
They got back and watched the two mechanically eat what was put in front of them then wonder into their own rooms and close the door. They exchanged looks, especially when at one point they heard Karin softly sobbing again and just an emotional hitch in breath from their Skulk Brother and normally would have gone to him, but they also heard the soft murmurs from the two souls as well and knew they were there as well to comfort him. Sometimes you just wanted the comfort of yourself and 'the voices in your head' as it were. If Naruto wanted to share his emotions with them, he would have left the door open-even partly-or stayed out there with them while Karin went to bed.
Hours later both spirits-in-clones exited the room and approached them, sitting on the chairs at the table they sat at, Kyuubi sighing. “How is he?” Shikamaru asked softly.
“Exhausted. It took a lot out of them both.”
“What HAPPENED?!”
Together the two told them what they had seen and heard through their brothers eyes and their own. “So your saying that the two of them witnessed not only the slaughter of the clan, but their betrayal by some of the members.”
The two solemnly nodded.
“And until you talked her down Karin wanted to get revenge on the one who killed her grandfather.”
The two nodded in union again.
“So that’s why the two of them are so drained. Nothing more emotionally, mentally and physically as draining as anger, anguish and pain.”
They nodded for a third time.
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The next morning Shikamaru was wondering around the area. He didn’t want to go far from the house in case Naruto needed him, he was just wandering the area, not planning on going anywhere in particular, following an idle feeling of an gentle pull.
It wasn't as strong as what he felt approaching the area, something that pulled at his sense of a Guardian, not anything else, which was why he was following it now and knew it wasn't a glyph. Whatever he sensed was obviously something the earth felt he needed as Life And Death guardian, so he trusted it and followed.
He soon found himself in front of an rundown large building. By its design it looked like not an home but some sort of storage building. Cautiously he approached, stepping through the ruined archway into the dark, flicking on an torch.
He found himself at the top of an set of stairs.
Following them down slowly he carefully stepped on each, testing its strength to hold his weight before moving to the next, he wanted NO accidents here where he was all alone.
After winding steps he eventually reached an large open room-and gaped at what the torch light picked up all around him.
Masks, hundreds of masks of various colors and design. THIS was what was dragging him here? Masks? Why?
His body tingled and he frowned, looking around carefully at each mask. His mind whirred, it MUST be a test somehow. ONE of these masks was either what he was after, or the way to it. He just had to find the right one. And he'd have too choose carefully, he had no doubt the others would be booby-trapped.
Sitting down he allowed his mind to work through hundreds of possibilities. On one hand the cycle of life and death was an logical procedure. NOTHING lived forever, death was necessary. Bodies and dead matter decomposed and enriched the earth, allowing for the new life to grow from it. The death of shinobi-while an painful process for those left behind-allows new ninja to take their place in the scheme of things.
But then humans were rarely logical.
So the problem was, choose logically or emotionally. From his spot on the floor he looked around carefully at the items covering the walls.
His eyes kept moving to one mask in particular, vaguely familiar to him. Was THAT it? Where had he seen it before? It was vaguely familiar-he just couldn't remember from where. Was it the knowledge he had gained as Death And Life guardian?
He decided to trust his instincts and feelings.
He rose and headed towards it, wary of a trick or trap.
Taking it from the wall he turned it around a few times in his hands, inspecting its surface and design, wracking him brain as to where he had seen the image-but as of yet it eluded him.
However the pull he got from it was different, a strange combination of earth, death and summons. It both confused and concerned him.
Should he try it on and see what happens?
Cautiously, prepared for a trap, he moved the cold material closer to his flesh. At least he THOUGHT he was prepared.
Panic filled him as the instant the cold mask touched his face it seemed to suck the rest on, almost merging with his flesh.
For once in his life Shikamaru's intellect abandoned him in face of his terror. He felt something fighting with him, trying to-he could only describe it as-force his soul from his body and take it's place.
The glyph seal on his wrist burned as it tried to protect it's bearer the heat and slight pain only feeding his outright fear and panic.
Ten voices called out to him simultaneously in his head, six crying out in panic, concern and confusion, two in an effort to get through the others while the last two were the strongest.
"Calm down, Shikamaru" one-older and full of authority said "be calm so you can think through this. You can stop it, just think."
"You are the earth's chosen, the master of Life and Death" the other said "NO ONE can take advantage of you, least of all an summons."
Something inside of him, be it his intellect, sense of self-preservation or just plain curiosity took interest in this. What did he mean?
"Damn it, Shika, can't you tell this? Where is it from? Where did you last feel this power? Where did you last sense it?!"
He frowned mentally, he didn't know, he couldn't remember.
"Damn it!" the memory was thrust onto him, not his own but familiar and his eyes widened. But before he could begin to become terrified the other voice showed him, images of a seal and summoning. "It is NOT a god, baka! A god would NEVER let itself be controlled by an mortal!! It is a type of summons! YOU are the Guardian Of Death And Life, chosen by the very earth herself! One of HER chosen! YOU do not answer to IT! IT answers to YOU! Your soul is your own! NOW DO YOUR BLOODY JOB AND TAKE CONTROL!!! TAME IT!!!"
Shikamaru made a decision, he ignored intellect and instinct and obeyed. Gathering everything together, his chakra, soul and ALL the energy he had gained since his appointment as an Death and Life Guardian-even the excess that had been driving him to migranes-and thrust it at the other, trying to force it out. When that failed he surrounded it in ALL the Death And Life energy he had thrust it on and into it. He was the master Guardian of Death And Life, NOTHING could control or manipulate him.
With an scream he wasn’t aware he was making, Shikamaru forced the invading spirit out of his body and back into the mask, overwhelming it in his power and charka, forcing it to submit, forcing it to obey. Fighting him all the way the presence reluctantly was pushed back until the Nara was able to remove the mask, collapsing to his knees and panting heavily with the effort to recover from the strain, but once he was sure the presence had fully submitted and was locked away he finally allowed himself to do what he wanted.
He collapsed in a heap on the floor, everything going black.
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