Post by alianne on Aug 17, 2006 17:52:11 GMT -5
Name: Datenshi, Aliana
Age: 24
Village: The Datenshi have constructed their own village on the Ouskirts of Sunagakure.
Appearance: Aliana is the bearer of voluminous hair, the color of the black akin to a raven’s feather, that she has allowed to reach her waist over the course of the years. Her eyes are sapphire, but constantly change to different shades of blue depending on her emotions (and on the rare occasion when she is drunk, charcoal), intensity and weariness masked in their blue depths. Her complexion is paler than it once was, her time away from the desert heat causing her to lose her normally tanned complexion. The Jounin stands with a perfectly balanced and relaxed stance, her composure stone, and her demeanor calm and confident. She maintains an air of concealed power mingled with friendliness, assured in her own abilities but not overly self-confident. Her build is very well toned, palms and soles so well calloused that walking over broken glass or sharp stones doesn’t bother her. Scars mark all along the Datenshi’s body, signs of what she has endured in the past. Two distinguishing tattoos of a simple circle with an X in the center are on both of her palms, signs she was never able to explain until she was 10 years old. More recently, she noticed a span of curving lines that resembled an intricate tattoo spanning over her right shoulder and down a small portion of her arm. She has been told they glow red during times of bloodlust or when using Koumajutsu.
Her casual garb isn’t especially fancy or valuable- a long sleeved blue T-shirt covering a sleeveless black one with knee length pants and black, durable boots, a Kunai holster on her right leg. Occasionally, she will don the uniform she wore under all of the bandages in the elite, suited especially to ninja work, not to attract attention. She learned later that it had derived from the Konoha Nin’s ANBU uniforms. (Instead of wasting my time and energy describing it, I shall simply post it in a link)
Basic Elite Clothing
Birth-date: July Thirteenth (13th)
History:
The Datenshi Jounin had humble beginnings, blood, death, and pain all parts of her history.
Originally, Aliana was born to two Datenshi nobles in the Mainland of the Datenshi Village, but was named Tenma by her biological parents. They had hoped to raise their only child to be a great Ninja to serve her clan. Their dreams were thwarted when an attack on the village by ninja from Suna caused them to flee their home with their baby. Two of the enemy Ninja saw the fleeing couple and attacked, to ensure that no survivors escaped the village, no matter their purpose. Aliana’s father instantly fell to the desert sands with a kunai embedded in his skull, dead, but her mother only collapsed onto her knees. A katana had impaled her through the stomach, and she sheltered her child under her hunched body. Smiling as blood flowed from her mouth, she whispered ‘I love you’ to her baby before dying, still protecting her only child. Aliana had only been a few days old.
After the attack failed to do much severe damage, Suna ninja searched the mounds of dead for survivors after the attack, and found only one survivor- an infant under a woman’s body. Even these heartless murderers weren’t cold enough to kill a child so feeble, and so they took her back to Sunagakure with them. The child was too young to remember anything about her mother, father, or clan, and so they thought it would be a new beginning for the child. She would be taken in to a good family and would live life without ever knowing anything of her heritage. Her adoptive parents would be her only parents, the only mother and father she would ever know. That was the plan, at least.
Aliana was given to a pair of Suna nobles who even slightly resembled Aliana, both members of a clan that possessed no Kekkai Genkai, and had few living relatives that they often met with. It was perfect. Now the infant would never know she was not their true daughter. Her mother was named Toki and her father Torobi, both skilled Jounin and loyal servants to the Kazekage. They were overjoyed to finally have a daughter of their own, and were the ones to give her the name ‘Aliana’, never knowing her real name. As soon as she was of age, her father and mother both partook in raising her. Torobi insisted upon taking over her training, and when her mother agreed, Aliana was put through fierce and demanding training. She spent hours learning all sorts of Jutsu techniques from all fields, working endlessly to master different techniques. Aliana took them without complaint, as she was taught. The Datenshi was told to not show pain, hide fear, show little or no emotion at all, not speak unless spoken to in the presence of her better, and other strict teachings. Fierce punishments were issued when she was disobedient or complained, and she often stumbled from her training with welts and bruises that hadn’t come from practicing endlessly to perform one technique.
Aliana soon became accustomed to the only life she had ever known, kept away from most other children and doing little but training and being taught etiquette. She became a fine Shinobi, and was issued to a Genin team at the age of 10. Her two team-mates instantly noted her constant silence and distance. It made them very uneasy, and they didn’t bond with her as they did eachother. Her missions never led her out of the village, and so the Training sessions with her father continued, leaving her to fall asleep at extremely late hours, bleeding, splintered, bruised, and all sorts of things. She learned many different techniques in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, but she was only able to perform the most basic Genjutsu techniques, her Genjutsu abilities being a hairs-width from nonexistent. However, she excelled in the other fields, surpassing her team-mates- one was a Genjutsu specialist, the other more suited to Medical work. And then the Chuunin exams came.
Weeks before, Aliana had the strangest dreams which were beyond her explanation in which a giant boar would come and speak to her. She would distantly remember hand-signs and other techniques, waking up with her pillow covered in blood from a severe nose-bleed. It was the oddest thing she had ever encountered and tried to pass it off, but was forced to place gauze beneath her nose to ensure a good night’s sleep.
The first two rounds of the Chuunin Exams (which she had spent preparing for with months of endless training that left her too exhausted to stand and schooling late into the night) were rather easy for her team, waiting out the tests, and using a mixture of Genjutsu and Ninjutsu to capture opposing teams and force them to abandon their scrolls. It seemed easy, Aliana crediting it to her fierce and incredibly demanding training that she forced herself through. The third and final rounds left only Aliana and her Genjutsu specialist team-mate to brave this final ordeal; the only thing between Aliana and becoming a Chuunin. The Datenshi was in the very last round of the Chuunin exams, and no matter what her emotionless mask hid, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was scared. She didn’t tremble, didn’t cry, didn’t whine, and didn’t clench her hands into fists. She only looked troubled, and that was enough for her team-mate to know that she was nervous.
When her round came, her opponent was a Mist Ninja had taken the Chuunin exams 3 times before and had a lot of experience with high-ranked missions. The odds were against her. All of her attacks proved useless, no matter how strategic and well thought-out they were, he always had a counter. She was on the verge of collapsing or forfeiting, which-ever came first, and started to raise her hand when one thought came to her mind. ’Those hand signs…’ She could see them clearly in her mind. Maybe they did something, maybe they did nothing- but it was worth a try. Torobi and Toki, in the audience, silently willed their adoptive child onward. And so Aliana desperately flashed through the hand-signs. What happened after that was unclear.
The next sensation she was aware of was six pairs of strong arms holding her down as she kicked and screamed with fury, cursing her captors and feeling a blood-lust she had never known before. Her vision returned from the blood-red wall that had obscured it and she saw a bloody mass of something unrecognizable a few feet away. It took her a moment to realize that it was a human, covered in blood, maimed, with flesh torn and rotted. And then she saw the head band, with the Kirigakure emblem upon it. For a moment, she wondered if there had been an attack from enemy ninja or if she had been knocked out and something had happened, but no… Those hand symbols she had performed… She had done that. Her opponent was dead, every spectator gaping in horror, including her mother and father. They had killed Datenshi before, and they knew what the Blood-line was like. The sudden knowledge of their child’s heritage filled them with hatred.
The incident was called and accident, concluding that Aliana did not intend to kill him and had no idea what the Jutsu would do. After the match, when Aliana approached her mother and father, they turned away, cursing her and calling her such obscenities Aliana fled the Village where the exams were being held and sobbed for the first time in her life. Her emotionless mask crumbled and she wept bitterly, cursing whatever clan she had inherited the jutsu from, cursing the giant boar who had shown her the hand signs, cursing everything that she could name. Aliana had been dubbed a Chuunin, but at the price, she had lost everything once familiar to her.
That night, falling asleep on a bed of ferns, she dreamt of walking through the desert sands to a village, but not Sunagakure. No, this village was different. The dream faded, leaving her confused, but she took it to mean something. She went into the desert, knowing how to survive quite well, and looked for this village. It took her hours, and by night-time, she had found nothing. Aliana was hungry, thirsty, and irritated. Turning to try and find some shelter, but a distant “Hey!” caused her to turn right back around. A teen-ager, looking a few years older than her, was waving to her. At first, she eyed him warily, but something urged her forward. He was a boy who wore a forehead protector that bore no emblem. “Are you lost from the village? It’s pretty easy, this time of night. I remember once, I wandered out and ‘BAM’, the village disappeared.” He laughed good-naturedly, white teeth flashing in a grin. “Come on.” She couldn’t speak for a moment, but followed behind silently. “So, what’s your name?” his tone was friendly, and she took note that he was well muscled and had a very dark tan, barely managing to squeak out “Aliana”. “Aliana, huh? That’s a pretty name.” Aliana knew that was a very used way for boys to try and flatter girls, but no one had ever complimented her before. She blushed, mumbling a slight word of thanks. His glance in her direction was not missed, nor was his slight smile. His eyes must have been well training to see her blush in the dark.
“My name’s Kappa. What my parents were thinking when they gave me that name is beyond me.” Aliana couldn’t help but laugh slightly. ’What the hell is wrong with you? Losing your parents gives you the excuse to giggle like some fickle and flirtatious school girl?’ No matter how much Aliana tried, she couldn’t help but abandon every principle that her father had pounded into her about etiquette. This Kappa boy had an effect on her that no other boy had ever had before. Her stomach fluttered… She was mentally slapping herself over and over, screaming, telling herself to get a grip, but to no avail. Aliana was experiencing her first crush.
When they reached the village, Aliana noted that it was exactly like it was in her dream, down to the smallest detail. The sand even shifted in the same way when she stepped upon it. And then the gate opened. She braced herself for what she might see, and saw a large expanse of buildings, as big as Sunagakure. A kanji on the gate read ‘Datenshi’. So that was the clan? Something told her yes. The Datenshi clan was so immense! It must have been the largest clan in existence! Aliana barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping in pure shock, and she tried to act as if she had been there many times before. Kappa didn’t take notice of her constant glancing about with wide eyes, and if he did, he didn’t say anything. Before he went his own way, he waved goodbye and smiled, then ran off.
Aliana had no idea what to do until a firm hand gripped her shoulder. Instantly, she turned around, expecting to find an accusing stare from someone who knew where she had come from, but instead only found an observant face that was beginning to weather with signs of age. “I saw you in the Chuunin exams. Shishigami, greatest god to ever grace the divine realms, came to me in a dream and told me he would ensure your coming here.” The girl frowned at the name ‘Shishigami’. It sounded familiar, but she could not place it. ‘Wait, the boar… Didn’t he say something about it? That’s right, the boar IS Shishigami! He’s… a god?’ She blinked, confused for a moment, but pushed it off and followed the man as he dragged her through the streets to a dojo. Pushing through the gate, she was thrown forward, seeing a group of adult men practicing with katanas, and she fell to her knees, kneeling before her better as she was taught. Not all lessons had abandoned her.
“This girl! She is the one Shishigami spoke to me about! Taken from her lands by Sunagakure, she would return to her true home!” Aliana looked slightly embarrassed and bowed her head in respect, but also so that they would not see her blush. Hearing the door close behind her, they must have dismissed the man. Now she was alone in this unfamiliar place. “Stand, girl.” She rose to her feet slowly, keeping her head bowed. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, her head rose from its bowed position, but she could not help but avert her eyes. “She’s a shy one, indeed.” One of them chuckled, and another spoke up. “I hear they teach those bastard children in Suna to avert their eyes, kneel, and some such.” The one standing in front of her, who she had no inclination to look at what-so-ever, snorted. “Girl, I shall tell you now to abandon all of your etiquette teachings. Things are different here.” Her eyes dared to wander, meeting his in the process. “That’s better. Now, tell me your name.” “Aliana, sir.” He raised his eyebrows. “Aliana what?” She frowned. “Datenshi, Aliana… apparently.” He nodded. “He told me that he saw you use the Koumajutsu in the Chuunin exams and kill your opponent. Where did you learn it?” She shifted, wondering if they would believe her. “Well, sir, I would have dreams of a giant boar. He talked to me, and showed me things… He showed me the way here, actually.”
The man smiled. “Well, I guess you really are Datenshi if Shishigami graced you with his presence. And at such a young age! The blood must run thick in this one. When he told me the level of your Koumajutsu, I didn’t believe him at first. You almost reached the final stage. How old are you?” “I’m… I’m ten years of age as of current. I’ll be eleven soon.” This caused a whistle to escape him. “Ten? Atanashi’s fang…” Aliana frowned. “Atanashi is a white wolf goddess. You’ll learn more about her later. Now, let me see your palms.” Aliana knew what was on her palms. Two tattoos that had been there since birth. Her parents had claimed that they were symbols of strength put on children at birth, but she had never seen these tattoos on other children. Slowly, she removed her gloves and held her hands out, palms up. “This would explain things…” He muttered, shock plain on his face. “My men, the Prophecy Shishigami promised us has come. This girl, Datenshi Aliana, is the prophecy of our clan.” The men all caught their breath, one managing to say “I remembered a story of a girl taken a few years back. I was a good friend of her father’s, and after the attack ten years ago, when we searched our dead, the girl was never found. We assumed the desert had taken her and swept her away… But her name was Tenma.”
“When parents adopt infant children, the children are too young to even know their name, let alone say it.” Aliana was feeling frustrated and confused. “What are you talking about? My name is Aliana! I am no prophecy, and my parents are in Sunagakure right now, muttering curses on my name!” One of the men looked sympathetic, the one before her meeting her eyes with his own. “Those were not your real parents. Your real parents are dead. There was an attack on our village, almost ten years back. Your parents tried to flee and protect you, but were killed. Suna ninja took you to their village, hoping to relinquish your heritage and give you a new life. I’m sure of it. The Datenshi clan is despised within Suna because Ichininshou, our founder, seceded from Sunagakure no Sato when they disapproved of his religious ways. When he created the Koumajutsu, he was going to be killed no matter what he did. Back then, they believed that Jutsu like the Koumajutsu were tricks of demons. In reality they were, but that was who the Datenshi were. Shishigami need followers, and Ichininshou preached his name and his glory to many. They joined him and learned the Koumajutsu, and over time it ran through the blood of many generations. The Clan grew so immense with new followers joining every day that some believe there is no clan larger. Ichininshou formed his own village, and now we are worthy enough to be called a village ourselves.” He sighed. “Sorry for the history lesson, but you will learn more details when we put you in proper schooling. You are already a Chuunin, so if you have been given that title outside of these walls, you are worthy enough to bear it within them. We will train you to become a Jounin.”
Aliana nodded, hiding her pleasure. To be trained to be a Jounin by those of her clan… her real clan, not parents who hated and despised children for something they were born with. Not ninja who took children away from their homes and forced them into a world that they did not know. Her real clan, who she belonged with. This was her home now.
Aliana, after that encounter, was thrown into school again. She would have taken her father’s lessons under some the masters put her through. Though she held out better than some children, not complaining and hiding whatever pain and misgivings she had, it was still a great challenge for her. She could barely make it back to the quarters they had given her. Over time, Aliana learned that the group she had stood before on her arrival was called the Elite. Sometimes she would see them leaving the village, wrapped from head to toe in bandages that blended in with desert terrain. Sometimes she saw Kappa, and he would always give her a smile that warmed her cheeks and make her feel embarrassed and jumpy at the same time. Aliana still remained distant from any fellow students, and progressed quickly enough. She didn’t hardly have any free time, and what she did have was spent on improving her training. The Prophecy learned about the Demon gods, but her favorite to study was always Shishigami. She learned of his magnificent deeds done through different humans: How one samurai killed an entire field of enemies with one swipe of his sword; How a young shinobi destroyed and entire town with one punch to the ground; How a Kunoichi approached the ashes of a once great forest and made the entire forest grow back by simply singing. She read many of Atanashi’s great deeds as well, and learned of the third god, a great lion called Takuri. But Shishigami looked more valiant than any of them. She could see him so clearly, his head raised high, call echoing to the Datenshi people from his throne in the Divine Realms and bringing them strength.
Aliana also learned what it meant to be a Prophecy- she was going to frequently be a vessel for her gods, was going to be looked to for many things, and was going to be the most powerful Datenshi of all in her prime. She had the ability to transform into any of the gods in her final stage, dubbed the ‘Mionigashima’ for her. She understood and accepted her responsibility. With Shishigami behind her, she knew she could do it. And she would work harder than ever to make him proud. Some day she would a great deed, whether it be clearing an entire field of enemies with one swing of a sword, destroying a town with a single punch, or singing a burned forest back to its strength, she would be known for something- she could feel it.
After much, much hard work, the Datenshi Prophecy was forced to take the exams to become a Jounin. So difficult a deed she had never done, but the girl managed to pull through and overcome the great ordeal, standing before the world as a Jounin at the age of 14. Sent on difficult and bloody missions, the deaths of many Suna ninja were Aliana’s doing. The village thrived, and Aliana was promoted to the elite at 15. Her missions only became even more bloody and strewn with death, but she took it with a blank face. The Elite were never expected to vomit after a mission, to wince at the sight of death, to balk in the face of danger- they were brave and willing to serve their clan to the death. Aliana had almost forgotten Kappa in her endless schedule, but their came a time of a lapse in missions, and Aliana was given more free time than she had ever had at one point in her life. And she was paid a visit by Kappa. By now, Aliana had lost her bouts of blushing and giggling, giving him a friendly smile in greeting when he came to her quarters. Kappa asked basic questions- how had she been, what had she been doing lately, and some such. Aliana answered them in truth, not revealing the bloody missions or how many lay dead in the desert sands because of her. She looked perfectly happy, and in truth she was. Death and bloodshed did not bother her, and if they had, she would have long since retired as a ninja.
Kappa smiled at her and asked her a question she had never encountered before. “Aliana, are… are you seeing any one?” She frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.” His cheeks had a slight flush to them, and Aliana was only more and more confused. And then he approached her, coming closer until his face was only inches from hers. “I mean, Aliana… I mean like this.” And then he kissed her. Aliana was so caught by surprise that she nearly jumped away, but his arms were around her, and… dare she say it?... she liked the sensation. After a moment, he pulled away, face turning red rather rapidly. Aliana felt out of breath and knew her face was just as red as hid. “No… no, I’m not seeing anyone like that.” Kappa smiled, and took her hand. “Then let me be your first.” So, he knew Aliana had never seen anyone before. And apparently, he hadn’t either. A few more passionate kisses followed, and then he parted, and Aliana was left to flop onto her bed and sigh happily.
Her months progressed rather normally. Months turned into years, and she and Kappa exchanged kisses whenever they were able. Sometimes she would be thrown into bed, only to have Kappa jump away like a startled jack-rabbit and apologize before leaving in a rush. Aliana was left wondering what they had been about to do. Whatever it was, she had never experience anything like it before. After those few encounters, another rapid series of bloody missions followed, and Aliana was forced to leave Kappa for many days at a time. There was a time when they exchanged a passionate series of kisses outside in front a botanist’s shop, and a woman caught sight of them. When Kappa parted with an apology, Aliana sighed, looking after him. “Oh, young Datenshi in love. And the prophecy too. Let’s hope you don’t go too far.” The woman was rather aged, hair completely grayed and lines of age appearing on her face. Aliana quickly whipped around to face her. “What do you mean?” The woman looked up at her, as if surprised. “What do I mean? As in you don’t know what ‘too far’ means?” The prophecy shook her head, and the woman looked shocked. “Well, bless my ancient ears. You’re not lying.” The woman stood up faster than it would seem her age would permit and dragged Aliana into her shop by the hand. By the time she left, she was grateful to the woman and gave her many thanks, even a sum of coins, and a hug. The woman became the mother Aliana had never known, her name being Chiyuu. By now, Aliana was 17 and one of the most Elite in the Datenshi clan and Sunagakure alike.
Age: 24
Village: The Datenshi have constructed their own village on the Ouskirts of Sunagakure.
Appearance: Aliana is the bearer of voluminous hair, the color of the black akin to a raven’s feather, that she has allowed to reach her waist over the course of the years. Her eyes are sapphire, but constantly change to different shades of blue depending on her emotions (and on the rare occasion when she is drunk, charcoal), intensity and weariness masked in their blue depths. Her complexion is paler than it once was, her time away from the desert heat causing her to lose her normally tanned complexion. The Jounin stands with a perfectly balanced and relaxed stance, her composure stone, and her demeanor calm and confident. She maintains an air of concealed power mingled with friendliness, assured in her own abilities but not overly self-confident. Her build is very well toned, palms and soles so well calloused that walking over broken glass or sharp stones doesn’t bother her. Scars mark all along the Datenshi’s body, signs of what she has endured in the past. Two distinguishing tattoos of a simple circle with an X in the center are on both of her palms, signs she was never able to explain until she was 10 years old. More recently, she noticed a span of curving lines that resembled an intricate tattoo spanning over her right shoulder and down a small portion of her arm. She has been told they glow red during times of bloodlust or when using Koumajutsu.
Her casual garb isn’t especially fancy or valuable- a long sleeved blue T-shirt covering a sleeveless black one with knee length pants and black, durable boots, a Kunai holster on her right leg. Occasionally, she will don the uniform she wore under all of the bandages in the elite, suited especially to ninja work, not to attract attention. She learned later that it had derived from the Konoha Nin’s ANBU uniforms. (Instead of wasting my time and energy describing it, I shall simply post it in a link)
Basic Elite Clothing
Birth-date: July Thirteenth (13th)
History:
The Datenshi Jounin had humble beginnings, blood, death, and pain all parts of her history.
Originally, Aliana was born to two Datenshi nobles in the Mainland of the Datenshi Village, but was named Tenma by her biological parents. They had hoped to raise their only child to be a great Ninja to serve her clan. Their dreams were thwarted when an attack on the village by ninja from Suna caused them to flee their home with their baby. Two of the enemy Ninja saw the fleeing couple and attacked, to ensure that no survivors escaped the village, no matter their purpose. Aliana’s father instantly fell to the desert sands with a kunai embedded in his skull, dead, but her mother only collapsed onto her knees. A katana had impaled her through the stomach, and she sheltered her child under her hunched body. Smiling as blood flowed from her mouth, she whispered ‘I love you’ to her baby before dying, still protecting her only child. Aliana had only been a few days old.
After the attack failed to do much severe damage, Suna ninja searched the mounds of dead for survivors after the attack, and found only one survivor- an infant under a woman’s body. Even these heartless murderers weren’t cold enough to kill a child so feeble, and so they took her back to Sunagakure with them. The child was too young to remember anything about her mother, father, or clan, and so they thought it would be a new beginning for the child. She would be taken in to a good family and would live life without ever knowing anything of her heritage. Her adoptive parents would be her only parents, the only mother and father she would ever know. That was the plan, at least.
Aliana was given to a pair of Suna nobles who even slightly resembled Aliana, both members of a clan that possessed no Kekkai Genkai, and had few living relatives that they often met with. It was perfect. Now the infant would never know she was not their true daughter. Her mother was named Toki and her father Torobi, both skilled Jounin and loyal servants to the Kazekage. They were overjoyed to finally have a daughter of their own, and were the ones to give her the name ‘Aliana’, never knowing her real name. As soon as she was of age, her father and mother both partook in raising her. Torobi insisted upon taking over her training, and when her mother agreed, Aliana was put through fierce and demanding training. She spent hours learning all sorts of Jutsu techniques from all fields, working endlessly to master different techniques. Aliana took them without complaint, as she was taught. The Datenshi was told to not show pain, hide fear, show little or no emotion at all, not speak unless spoken to in the presence of her better, and other strict teachings. Fierce punishments were issued when she was disobedient or complained, and she often stumbled from her training with welts and bruises that hadn’t come from practicing endlessly to perform one technique.
Aliana soon became accustomed to the only life she had ever known, kept away from most other children and doing little but training and being taught etiquette. She became a fine Shinobi, and was issued to a Genin team at the age of 10. Her two team-mates instantly noted her constant silence and distance. It made them very uneasy, and they didn’t bond with her as they did eachother. Her missions never led her out of the village, and so the Training sessions with her father continued, leaving her to fall asleep at extremely late hours, bleeding, splintered, bruised, and all sorts of things. She learned many different techniques in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, but she was only able to perform the most basic Genjutsu techniques, her Genjutsu abilities being a hairs-width from nonexistent. However, she excelled in the other fields, surpassing her team-mates- one was a Genjutsu specialist, the other more suited to Medical work. And then the Chuunin exams came.
Weeks before, Aliana had the strangest dreams which were beyond her explanation in which a giant boar would come and speak to her. She would distantly remember hand-signs and other techniques, waking up with her pillow covered in blood from a severe nose-bleed. It was the oddest thing she had ever encountered and tried to pass it off, but was forced to place gauze beneath her nose to ensure a good night’s sleep.
The first two rounds of the Chuunin Exams (which she had spent preparing for with months of endless training that left her too exhausted to stand and schooling late into the night) were rather easy for her team, waiting out the tests, and using a mixture of Genjutsu and Ninjutsu to capture opposing teams and force them to abandon their scrolls. It seemed easy, Aliana crediting it to her fierce and incredibly demanding training that she forced herself through. The third and final rounds left only Aliana and her Genjutsu specialist team-mate to brave this final ordeal; the only thing between Aliana and becoming a Chuunin. The Datenshi was in the very last round of the Chuunin exams, and no matter what her emotionless mask hid, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was scared. She didn’t tremble, didn’t cry, didn’t whine, and didn’t clench her hands into fists. She only looked troubled, and that was enough for her team-mate to know that she was nervous.
When her round came, her opponent was a Mist Ninja had taken the Chuunin exams 3 times before and had a lot of experience with high-ranked missions. The odds were against her. All of her attacks proved useless, no matter how strategic and well thought-out they were, he always had a counter. She was on the verge of collapsing or forfeiting, which-ever came first, and started to raise her hand when one thought came to her mind. ’Those hand signs…’ She could see them clearly in her mind. Maybe they did something, maybe they did nothing- but it was worth a try. Torobi and Toki, in the audience, silently willed their adoptive child onward. And so Aliana desperately flashed through the hand-signs. What happened after that was unclear.
The next sensation she was aware of was six pairs of strong arms holding her down as she kicked and screamed with fury, cursing her captors and feeling a blood-lust she had never known before. Her vision returned from the blood-red wall that had obscured it and she saw a bloody mass of something unrecognizable a few feet away. It took her a moment to realize that it was a human, covered in blood, maimed, with flesh torn and rotted. And then she saw the head band, with the Kirigakure emblem upon it. For a moment, she wondered if there had been an attack from enemy ninja or if she had been knocked out and something had happened, but no… Those hand symbols she had performed… She had done that. Her opponent was dead, every spectator gaping in horror, including her mother and father. They had killed Datenshi before, and they knew what the Blood-line was like. The sudden knowledge of their child’s heritage filled them with hatred.
The incident was called and accident, concluding that Aliana did not intend to kill him and had no idea what the Jutsu would do. After the match, when Aliana approached her mother and father, they turned away, cursing her and calling her such obscenities Aliana fled the Village where the exams were being held and sobbed for the first time in her life. Her emotionless mask crumbled and she wept bitterly, cursing whatever clan she had inherited the jutsu from, cursing the giant boar who had shown her the hand signs, cursing everything that she could name. Aliana had been dubbed a Chuunin, but at the price, she had lost everything once familiar to her.
That night, falling asleep on a bed of ferns, she dreamt of walking through the desert sands to a village, but not Sunagakure. No, this village was different. The dream faded, leaving her confused, but she took it to mean something. She went into the desert, knowing how to survive quite well, and looked for this village. It took her hours, and by night-time, she had found nothing. Aliana was hungry, thirsty, and irritated. Turning to try and find some shelter, but a distant “Hey!” caused her to turn right back around. A teen-ager, looking a few years older than her, was waving to her. At first, she eyed him warily, but something urged her forward. He was a boy who wore a forehead protector that bore no emblem. “Are you lost from the village? It’s pretty easy, this time of night. I remember once, I wandered out and ‘BAM’, the village disappeared.” He laughed good-naturedly, white teeth flashing in a grin. “Come on.” She couldn’t speak for a moment, but followed behind silently. “So, what’s your name?” his tone was friendly, and she took note that he was well muscled and had a very dark tan, barely managing to squeak out “Aliana”. “Aliana, huh? That’s a pretty name.” Aliana knew that was a very used way for boys to try and flatter girls, but no one had ever complimented her before. She blushed, mumbling a slight word of thanks. His glance in her direction was not missed, nor was his slight smile. His eyes must have been well training to see her blush in the dark.
“My name’s Kappa. What my parents were thinking when they gave me that name is beyond me.” Aliana couldn’t help but laugh slightly. ’What the hell is wrong with you? Losing your parents gives you the excuse to giggle like some fickle and flirtatious school girl?’ No matter how much Aliana tried, she couldn’t help but abandon every principle that her father had pounded into her about etiquette. This Kappa boy had an effect on her that no other boy had ever had before. Her stomach fluttered… She was mentally slapping herself over and over, screaming, telling herself to get a grip, but to no avail. Aliana was experiencing her first crush.
When they reached the village, Aliana noted that it was exactly like it was in her dream, down to the smallest detail. The sand even shifted in the same way when she stepped upon it. And then the gate opened. She braced herself for what she might see, and saw a large expanse of buildings, as big as Sunagakure. A kanji on the gate read ‘Datenshi’. So that was the clan? Something told her yes. The Datenshi clan was so immense! It must have been the largest clan in existence! Aliana barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping in pure shock, and she tried to act as if she had been there many times before. Kappa didn’t take notice of her constant glancing about with wide eyes, and if he did, he didn’t say anything. Before he went his own way, he waved goodbye and smiled, then ran off.
Aliana had no idea what to do until a firm hand gripped her shoulder. Instantly, she turned around, expecting to find an accusing stare from someone who knew where she had come from, but instead only found an observant face that was beginning to weather with signs of age. “I saw you in the Chuunin exams. Shishigami, greatest god to ever grace the divine realms, came to me in a dream and told me he would ensure your coming here.” The girl frowned at the name ‘Shishigami’. It sounded familiar, but she could not place it. ‘Wait, the boar… Didn’t he say something about it? That’s right, the boar IS Shishigami! He’s… a god?’ She blinked, confused for a moment, but pushed it off and followed the man as he dragged her through the streets to a dojo. Pushing through the gate, she was thrown forward, seeing a group of adult men practicing with katanas, and she fell to her knees, kneeling before her better as she was taught. Not all lessons had abandoned her.
“This girl! She is the one Shishigami spoke to me about! Taken from her lands by Sunagakure, she would return to her true home!” Aliana looked slightly embarrassed and bowed her head in respect, but also so that they would not see her blush. Hearing the door close behind her, they must have dismissed the man. Now she was alone in this unfamiliar place. “Stand, girl.” She rose to her feet slowly, keeping her head bowed. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, her head rose from its bowed position, but she could not help but avert her eyes. “She’s a shy one, indeed.” One of them chuckled, and another spoke up. “I hear they teach those bastard children in Suna to avert their eyes, kneel, and some such.” The one standing in front of her, who she had no inclination to look at what-so-ever, snorted. “Girl, I shall tell you now to abandon all of your etiquette teachings. Things are different here.” Her eyes dared to wander, meeting his in the process. “That’s better. Now, tell me your name.” “Aliana, sir.” He raised his eyebrows. “Aliana what?” She frowned. “Datenshi, Aliana… apparently.” He nodded. “He told me that he saw you use the Koumajutsu in the Chuunin exams and kill your opponent. Where did you learn it?” She shifted, wondering if they would believe her. “Well, sir, I would have dreams of a giant boar. He talked to me, and showed me things… He showed me the way here, actually.”
The man smiled. “Well, I guess you really are Datenshi if Shishigami graced you with his presence. And at such a young age! The blood must run thick in this one. When he told me the level of your Koumajutsu, I didn’t believe him at first. You almost reached the final stage. How old are you?” “I’m… I’m ten years of age as of current. I’ll be eleven soon.” This caused a whistle to escape him. “Ten? Atanashi’s fang…” Aliana frowned. “Atanashi is a white wolf goddess. You’ll learn more about her later. Now, let me see your palms.” Aliana knew what was on her palms. Two tattoos that had been there since birth. Her parents had claimed that they were symbols of strength put on children at birth, but she had never seen these tattoos on other children. Slowly, she removed her gloves and held her hands out, palms up. “This would explain things…” He muttered, shock plain on his face. “My men, the Prophecy Shishigami promised us has come. This girl, Datenshi Aliana, is the prophecy of our clan.” The men all caught their breath, one managing to say “I remembered a story of a girl taken a few years back. I was a good friend of her father’s, and after the attack ten years ago, when we searched our dead, the girl was never found. We assumed the desert had taken her and swept her away… But her name was Tenma.”
“When parents adopt infant children, the children are too young to even know their name, let alone say it.” Aliana was feeling frustrated and confused. “What are you talking about? My name is Aliana! I am no prophecy, and my parents are in Sunagakure right now, muttering curses on my name!” One of the men looked sympathetic, the one before her meeting her eyes with his own. “Those were not your real parents. Your real parents are dead. There was an attack on our village, almost ten years back. Your parents tried to flee and protect you, but were killed. Suna ninja took you to their village, hoping to relinquish your heritage and give you a new life. I’m sure of it. The Datenshi clan is despised within Suna because Ichininshou, our founder, seceded from Sunagakure no Sato when they disapproved of his religious ways. When he created the Koumajutsu, he was going to be killed no matter what he did. Back then, they believed that Jutsu like the Koumajutsu were tricks of demons. In reality they were, but that was who the Datenshi were. Shishigami need followers, and Ichininshou preached his name and his glory to many. They joined him and learned the Koumajutsu, and over time it ran through the blood of many generations. The Clan grew so immense with new followers joining every day that some believe there is no clan larger. Ichininshou formed his own village, and now we are worthy enough to be called a village ourselves.” He sighed. “Sorry for the history lesson, but you will learn more details when we put you in proper schooling. You are already a Chuunin, so if you have been given that title outside of these walls, you are worthy enough to bear it within them. We will train you to become a Jounin.”
Aliana nodded, hiding her pleasure. To be trained to be a Jounin by those of her clan… her real clan, not parents who hated and despised children for something they were born with. Not ninja who took children away from their homes and forced them into a world that they did not know. Her real clan, who she belonged with. This was her home now.
Aliana, after that encounter, was thrown into school again. She would have taken her father’s lessons under some the masters put her through. Though she held out better than some children, not complaining and hiding whatever pain and misgivings she had, it was still a great challenge for her. She could barely make it back to the quarters they had given her. Over time, Aliana learned that the group she had stood before on her arrival was called the Elite. Sometimes she would see them leaving the village, wrapped from head to toe in bandages that blended in with desert terrain. Sometimes she saw Kappa, and he would always give her a smile that warmed her cheeks and make her feel embarrassed and jumpy at the same time. Aliana still remained distant from any fellow students, and progressed quickly enough. She didn’t hardly have any free time, and what she did have was spent on improving her training. The Prophecy learned about the Demon gods, but her favorite to study was always Shishigami. She learned of his magnificent deeds done through different humans: How one samurai killed an entire field of enemies with one swipe of his sword; How a young shinobi destroyed and entire town with one punch to the ground; How a Kunoichi approached the ashes of a once great forest and made the entire forest grow back by simply singing. She read many of Atanashi’s great deeds as well, and learned of the third god, a great lion called Takuri. But Shishigami looked more valiant than any of them. She could see him so clearly, his head raised high, call echoing to the Datenshi people from his throne in the Divine Realms and bringing them strength.
Aliana also learned what it meant to be a Prophecy- she was going to frequently be a vessel for her gods, was going to be looked to for many things, and was going to be the most powerful Datenshi of all in her prime. She had the ability to transform into any of the gods in her final stage, dubbed the ‘Mionigashima’ for her. She understood and accepted her responsibility. With Shishigami behind her, she knew she could do it. And she would work harder than ever to make him proud. Some day she would a great deed, whether it be clearing an entire field of enemies with one swing of a sword, destroying a town with a single punch, or singing a burned forest back to its strength, she would be known for something- she could feel it.
After much, much hard work, the Datenshi Prophecy was forced to take the exams to become a Jounin. So difficult a deed she had never done, but the girl managed to pull through and overcome the great ordeal, standing before the world as a Jounin at the age of 14. Sent on difficult and bloody missions, the deaths of many Suna ninja were Aliana’s doing. The village thrived, and Aliana was promoted to the elite at 15. Her missions only became even more bloody and strewn with death, but she took it with a blank face. The Elite were never expected to vomit after a mission, to wince at the sight of death, to balk in the face of danger- they were brave and willing to serve their clan to the death. Aliana had almost forgotten Kappa in her endless schedule, but their came a time of a lapse in missions, and Aliana was given more free time than she had ever had at one point in her life. And she was paid a visit by Kappa. By now, Aliana had lost her bouts of blushing and giggling, giving him a friendly smile in greeting when he came to her quarters. Kappa asked basic questions- how had she been, what had she been doing lately, and some such. Aliana answered them in truth, not revealing the bloody missions or how many lay dead in the desert sands because of her. She looked perfectly happy, and in truth she was. Death and bloodshed did not bother her, and if they had, she would have long since retired as a ninja.
Kappa smiled at her and asked her a question she had never encountered before. “Aliana, are… are you seeing any one?” She frowned. “I don’t know what you mean.” His cheeks had a slight flush to them, and Aliana was only more and more confused. And then he approached her, coming closer until his face was only inches from hers. “I mean, Aliana… I mean like this.” And then he kissed her. Aliana was so caught by surprise that she nearly jumped away, but his arms were around her, and… dare she say it?... she liked the sensation. After a moment, he pulled away, face turning red rather rapidly. Aliana felt out of breath and knew her face was just as red as hid. “No… no, I’m not seeing anyone like that.” Kappa smiled, and took her hand. “Then let me be your first.” So, he knew Aliana had never seen anyone before. And apparently, he hadn’t either. A few more passionate kisses followed, and then he parted, and Aliana was left to flop onto her bed and sigh happily.
Her months progressed rather normally. Months turned into years, and she and Kappa exchanged kisses whenever they were able. Sometimes she would be thrown into bed, only to have Kappa jump away like a startled jack-rabbit and apologize before leaving in a rush. Aliana was left wondering what they had been about to do. Whatever it was, she had never experience anything like it before. After those few encounters, another rapid series of bloody missions followed, and Aliana was forced to leave Kappa for many days at a time. There was a time when they exchanged a passionate series of kisses outside in front a botanist’s shop, and a woman caught sight of them. When Kappa parted with an apology, Aliana sighed, looking after him. “Oh, young Datenshi in love. And the prophecy too. Let’s hope you don’t go too far.” The woman was rather aged, hair completely grayed and lines of age appearing on her face. Aliana quickly whipped around to face her. “What do you mean?” The woman looked up at her, as if surprised. “What do I mean? As in you don’t know what ‘too far’ means?” The prophecy shook her head, and the woman looked shocked. “Well, bless my ancient ears. You’re not lying.” The woman stood up faster than it would seem her age would permit and dragged Aliana into her shop by the hand. By the time she left, she was grateful to the woman and gave her many thanks, even a sum of coins, and a hug. The woman became the mother Aliana had never known, her name being Chiyuu. By now, Aliana was 17 and one of the most Elite in the Datenshi clan and Sunagakure alike.