What am I? Where did I come from? I suppose you deserve to know that much. You’ve survived with me long enough to know that much. I’m starting to see why Akira held you in such high regards now…even in death. You know he’s partially to blame for me finding you, then again I could have latched onto you in that Sati prison and maybe you’d be blown up in a crater instead of him. But I’m being too harsh now, aren’t I? You did help give me life again. You both did. Akira gave me the essence of a physical form, a body, and you’re slowly giving me your mind. You could say I’m sort of like the child you two could never have.
I should begin by introducing myself. If you haven’t guess already my name isn’t Sato. It was simply a name I chose based on where I was when I found Akira. I knew nothing else at that time. My real name is Katsumi of the long dead Kawazoku clan, known for our frog like features, of which you seem very irked about. Webbed hands and feet, our large amphibious eyes, many of the villagers couldn’t accept these looks at the time and kept telling us we weren’t human, that we were demons…even though we were one of the first clans to inhabit the area!*
It all started long ago when the village of Sato was still small and clans were beginning to align themselves with the other neighboring clans. My mother and father had been killed in the great war and since I was an only child I was appointed head of the Kawazoku. At the age of fifteen I had many responsibilities as clan head, as I’m sure you can assume, and the most important of them being to improve relations with the people of Sato. Unfortunately our clan didn’t far well in the great war and proved to be of little help as well as taking some heavy casualties ourselves. This along with the fact that the clan had little to offer gave me little to work with when trying to form alliances, but then I had always been the cunning one in the family. Being good swimmers and jumpers really wasn’t all that special in Sato and that’s all we had to offer. Oh, did I mention we’re great lovers of music too? We were, be assured of that.
As I said though…all of this meant little to the village. In the end my wits were only able to get the approval of six different clan heads and mind you this took me several months. Little did I know that this entire time the village had been plotting against my people and when I returned to tell the clan elders about the most recent of my meager successes I found them all dead, well, slaughtered would be more accurate and I could tell the kills were fresh. I was in a panic but I knew the killers couldn’t have gone far, and it was then I noticed they left a sloppy trail easy enough for most anyone to follow. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to behold. Sati ANBU had swarmed the sacred lands of the Kawazoku and were massacring my people like lambs. Women, children, not even livestock were spared. So what did I do? What any person might have, sane or not. I fought, or at least I tried. Some of our finer warriors and myself were able to take some down, but there was just far too many and we simply weren’t strong enough.
Those of us who survived long enough were forced to our knees before the Ooikage and there I watched the last of my people get killed off. You can’t even imagine the feeling of helplessness I felt at that moment, so don’t bother trying to. One by one I had to watch them die until finally I was the only one left, kneeling before the Ooikage and ANBU Captain who might as well have been the angels of death at this point…but I’d have my final say before I left my mortal coil. Or should I say that I sacrificed my last bit of sanity in order to lay down my final curse? Yeah, that’s what I did.
“The hate burning within my being will not allow death to overcome me! No realm will contain my enraged spirit and I will not rest until the life of every single Sati that would betray me has been reaped!”
First came silence, then the Captain laughed and the rest of the ANBU followed in suit, but the Ooikage just stood there and said nothing…showed nothing. The next thing I knew the ANBU Captain had slit my throat and just like that I was dead. Death? I don’t remember much of it. I remember my soul spiraling upward and an over whelming sense of chaos and confusion. Then came a darkness like no other. I forgot who I was, where I’d been or where I was. Time had no meaning. Nothing mattered anymore.
Then after many years I began to notice a prison being built around me, on the very lands my people lived and died on. Did they even remember the Kawazoku? Did any of them know about the people that died here? Had so many years passed that my clan had fallen out of the pages of history? I didn’t know. I simply was what I was. A vengeful spirit unwilling to accept death in this world. Haunt, specter, poltergeist, these were the things that were shouted at me when I tried to speak or struck out at those who came near me, but all I could do was make voices and appear in a shadowy form. Mindless annoyances and nothing more. I didn’t even know my own name anymore and went by Sato because I knew that’s where I was…and that was all I knew.
And then I found your precious Akira with a mind ripe for the taking. You were small and had no ambition and in the state I was in it was a surprise I noticed you at all, Rokku. No offense. Akira on the other hand was powerful and had a drive to be stronger. That and he looked far easier to control. He was affected by his imprisonment almost immediately where it hit you several years later. Still I could tell from the start you weren’t useless. That you’d serve a purpose later on.
Things were going well for me afterward. Akira had no idea how quickly I was manipulating him and he was utterly convince that I was a split personality created by him. I tell you I really though I had a chance to follow my ambitions to the end with him. That is until his subconscious finally broke under my power, which lead to him attacking Demi and blowing himself up. I’m mostly to blame for that… In his insanity Akira probably thought Demi was me and my rage bled off into him and turned him into a living embodiment of my hate for Sato. How Akira and I were able to escape Juniko is still a mystery to me as well as why we went so deep into the forest. Very much a mystery. But then we’d gotten away, hadn’t we? And you weren’t far behind, however…Akira was being tracked by someone else…something that escaped my senses. He fought valiantly but you know what happened in the end. He blew himself up in an attempt to take the attacker down with him and it failed. I’ve been unable to sense the mysterious ninja since then but I’ll tell you this. He was a Sati and his orders were from one of the previous Ooikage.
Of course eventually you arrived on the scene and in your broken mental state I latched onto your mind, heart, soul, call it whatever you want. With you I found a power different than that of Akira’s. Something I wasn’t use to, but I soaked it in nonetheless heedlessly none the less. His mind was easy to penetrate no matter how hard he fought, but your’s, Rokku…your mental barriers are nearly impenetrable and you don’t even try! I could fight them for a lifetime and probably would have gotten nowhere, however your cute little friend Ryoto stirred something in me that I simply cannot explain. I have no knowledge of why she has Akira’s memories. When he died I watched his soul go up while mine continued to linger in Seichi. Still, this incident brought something to my attention that I hadn’t thought about in years. I loathed Sato…and I still had a purpose
From then on it was just a matter of making you stronger by forcing you into as many battles as possible, and when you finally reached jounin I decided it was time. You were strong enough to summon me into this world, and I had remembered enough of my former self to retake my identity. So I picked out a young and naive med-nin to place the seal on your chest, which of course required the sacrifice of your eye. I have Akira’s strength and the will of the Kawazoku at my disposal, and I have you to thank for my rebirth into this world. With the power you’ve given me nothing will stop me from fulfilling my curse. Are you still listening to me?