Other World Chimera

Other World Chimera
He who hates


Tomoka's lungs deflate as Itachi leaves. Now that he didn't have to worry about her, things should have been easier. Once he thought that an explosion could be heard inside the house. One of the traps inside has been triggered.


'Fuck!' Without losing any time, Tomoka went inside through a nearby window running towards Nozomi's room. He has put Nozomi to bed so she doesn't cause trouble or trigger a trap by accident.


As soon as he entered he saw a pair of ninjas. One died on the floor with his head blown out thanks to his rifle trap. The others are injured but very much alive, fielding kunai towards the blanket where Nozomi is.


"NO!!!" Using all of his chakras, Tomoka opened a speed power portal. In an instant there was a loud crackle as Tomoka appeared beside the ninja with a kunai in hand. The word kunai has penetrated the back of the ninja's neck and appears in the front.


Ignoring the fatal wound, the ninja put the kunai in a blanket before dying. Crimson stained the white blanket as Tomoka's heart fell. All the fatigue piled up over the few nights he spent planning, over the fight he had just put up, it all fell on him.


"No" It was just a whisper as his trembling hand approached the blanket. With all the care in the world, he started peeling it back. Beneath them, she saw Nozomi's pale skin as blood flowed from the wound on her chest.


At that time Tomoka's world seemed to be destroyed and burned. His heart was beating so fast and hard on his chest that he felt like he was about to explode. The ringing in his ears made him unable to think. The worst of all is the blow. It felt like a second heart had grown inside his chest and was pounding hard to drown everything.


Abhorred. She hate. He hated Danzo on the orders of the massacre. He hates stupid dolls for killing Nozomi. He hated Itachi for bothering him. He hates Sasuke, he hates Hiruzen. He hates Konoha. Above all, he hated himself. Hatred covered his mind and only hatred could he feel.


In the escape of the mind the lush green grass turned into cold ash. The trees became petrified and the clear water turned black like tar. The bubble in the middle of the lake intensified and spread as a cloud of red smoke rose into the blue sky turning it blood red.


Kurama was terrified as the pressure increased. He believed he had been blinded by hatred in the past but this, this made his hatred seem like a child tantrum. He looked to his left was a metal box that sealed some of Tomoka's memories.


~Flashback to Jutsu~


[And that was?]


'Some memories sealed. I left a note to myself saying that I should leave them with you. I can unseal them after the massacre or if you consider it necessary 'With that Tomoka shrugged as if it was none of his business.


[Anything]


~Flashback ends~


If this was not enough reason to unseal whatever was there, then no one could. Thinking that, Kurama begins the difficult process of removing the chain as she sees the changing mindscape around her.


When he was about to finish he saw how from inside the middle of the lake, where the loud bang was coming from, ivory white bones started to appear. It looked like a lizard skull with jagged yellowish fangs. The more he looked, the more he became frightened.


Could it be that he was not the only one sealed here? The object continued to surface as the bone began to be replaced with dark green scales around the tip of its muzzle. On top of his head, straight black hair flowed like a waterfall of tar. Then he looked at those eyes, a pair of yellow eyes filled with hatred.


For a moment Kurama's mind went blank as she could feel the hatred the creature felt. Hate everything and everything in the world. Hatred is so strong that it threatens to exhaust and destroy everything. Without wasting any time Kurama broke the last chain.


From within the metal box, a set of books flew into the haggard-looking mental library that was still hovering above the lake. Its once pure white walls have peeling paint spots. The wooden poles looked weathered and fragile, while the marble columns were broken.


[Please work] That was all Kurama could think of when she saw the books flying inside the library.