A Prince's Turmoil

"What's happening to me.." The young Prince of the Uchiha would sit in the white, cushioned chair infront of the fireplace in his room with his hands cupping his face, letting the warmth be the only sense of comfort he had felt in a long while now. His heart coming to a crawl as his mind raced a million questions. His body seeming fatigued and slouched as if his own inner demons were destroying him.

"How did this happen. . Why? We were to be wed. We had dreams, memories, love, plans. What caused all of this? Where did I go wrong?"

He would manage to break away from the shelter of his hands and force his body to lay back in a lazied and unmotivated manner. His eyes showing hardly any emotion other than that of pain as he watched the fires dance back and forth in front of him. The sounds of a roaring and bloodthirsty clan drowning all else throughout the halls outside his bedroom door.

"The Uchiha curse. . Is it real? Have I ingested it? Those whom I called friends now despise me and my name. Is this my punishment for being the heir to a family of traitors? Do I deserve death by those whom I once would give my life to protect?"

Hyou's head would finally move to a slight turn at the sounds outside. The rest of his body remaining in a stilled position, his head quickly following suit after the initial interest of the angered sounds would subside.

"Is Father right? Is this the right action to take? Oh god, I don't know anymore. I can't think straight. Do the Inka, including Arietta, deserve death for this? Should we go to war while in the middle of a war? Am I to be the one to plunge my blade into Arietta's heart? The woman that I fell so hard for.. Maybe my fate really is tied to the clan of traitors.. Maybe change truly is impossible for us.."

"Arietta.." Hyou would reach over and pick up his journal, opening it to a page where a single picture was kept of her. Staring at it and tracing the tips of his fingers down the cheek of the portrait.




The moment his fingertips descended all the way to the bottom of the picture, a loud crash would draw Hyou's attention and the sound of a cheer of unified people would echo once more throughout the hall. Small traces of speech-givers leaking into his room and travelling to his ears.

"You heard Ryuu-sama! The Inka have betrayed us and wish to breed war anew! They mock us and spit in our faces! Kill the Inka! Remove their existence off the face of the shinobi world, once and for all!"

Hyou would slowly gaze back down at the picture in his hand, looking it over with somber eyes, more thoughts and emotion rushing through his heart and head as the grip on the picture would tighten as his teeth clenched.

"No.. I will not stand back and let her die, even if she does not care for me anymore.. I will not let this continue!"

As he shouted in the solitude of his room, the shadows that stemmed from the various inanimate objects would begin to bubble and bold, clasping and taking the form of a small squadron of what appeared to be Humans wreathed in the makeup of foggy darkness.


"Who is our target. . . My lord. ." The Shadow beings would speak out in a unified tone, not a single voice out of place among the group. Hyou's eyes now dawning the aspect of the Sharingan, deep with a red and murderous hue. He would stare at the fireplace with his "legion" at his side within his room, remaining silent until his teeth were finally able to de-clench themselves from his anger, revealing a low and raspy growl in the form of a single name.

"Ryuu Uchiha.."

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