Disregard the Ninja plate. When I made the edits I anticipated Kumogakure, but you guys don't have here and I am to lazy to change it.

Shikon can be mostly described as socialy rejected. Emo, is not the word for it. He would love to enjoy friends but his past has made that ever more difficult than most people would know. Shikon has an overly extended sense of humor though even if you know him for a year you would not guess this is so. He never shows his inner feelings exept to Ailan. He alaways wears an animated mask of tough love and punishment that is only pushed back, revealing the true Shikon, when he is completely alone with Ailan. He often blames himself for anything that goes wrong before him. Rain is often never good for Shikon for it ever deepens this self hurt. Though Konoha is not the best place to live with that sort of personality his ties to his clan and mother hold him there. Shikon never speaks but only a few words to people no matter how well they might know him or how much he knows them. He fears anything he says can cause an action in them that well send them running. Shikon often sits alone pondering on his inner conflicts. The vast majority of these inner problems causes great sadness in Shikon that often not even Ailan can get rid of for more than only a minute or so. When in this depressed state Shikon will often suclude into his own subconscious leaving Ailan to do the work he needs done. He may even shut down his thoughts completely to numb the pain he is currently in. Though this does not help for Shikon is always in pain. Whether it be because an outside problem or just the Curse he wears taking a stronger effect at that moment, he will always fell his own pain inside him. Shikon though despite his sadness and pain will always try to find the good in things that even he knows sometimes is not there. He will most often try to fill the void inside him with laughter and happiness that he can never fully enjoy. He will crack jokes with Ailan and himself for hours in order to mearly distract himself from the hole he has inside. But once the laughter disapears the true pain rises again to fill the hole he tried to plug with a fake smile. This is often a constant cycle of half made smiles and tears each and every day. Shikon does not truly know why he was born in such a way that caused this pain but like everything else he blames himself for it. Yet still he fights on to find that one silver linning that he knows will never show. Hoping to fight on to make the void inside him close up for good, allowing him to once in his life make a real smile.

In battle Shikon's true sadness does not much at all though his eyes always betray him to the enemy and this is why he often wraps the scarf in front of him them, as well as a personal choice of battle. Shikon will often battle with the least amount of energy needed. Though this is never the best choice for he often simply uses the Clan's KKG and Seals in battle. Shikon will often never jump in to battle though will make the first move if a personal remark is made. He is very touchy on the subject of his father as well as his brother and becomes more focused when these come up. Though his thoughts do often drift to other things when a battle gets sloppy and slow moving. He will often go back to his own feelings and stuggles in the middle of a battle leaving Ailan to take his place but will never do this if the said above remarks are made. If Shikon ever feels the need to really move in battle he will become much more determined for his battle style is usually needed energy ONLY. Any change in this and Shikon will feel threatened by the opponent. He will often go to extreme lengths to return to his normal methods of battle. He does not like change and never truly accepts it in any way. In battle most of all Shikon sees change as an act to influence him directly. A assault to his true self and being, this Shikon takes as a mortal mistake. Once this is done the Scarf is removed and Shikon will go to his fullest abilities to end the fight quickly. This is the only way Shikon ever uses his Nobiruyari to battle. Shikon often never backs down from any battle at this point, no matter how much the tides are turned against him. The hole inside him is filled to the brim with the hatred of his opponent at this point and nothing is left to stop him for Shikon has nothing against the killing of another shinobi. Any ninja that is foolish enough to challenge Shikon believes has no true reason to live. This is how Shikon seea a battle. If the loser is the one who made the challenge they have proven their worth as a ninja, wich is worthless after all.

Shikon if often out by himself. Though when he is with people it can be argued that he truly is not the one there. His sadness and self doubt within him makes true happiness almost impossible for Shikon. Though he can be seen with a few people when he is trying to fill the void inside him with the laughter and fake smiles he puts on in various situations. Though he knows that the laughter will die and it is hopless anyway, so suclusion is the best thing for Shikon. He can often be found of in various wild areas with a sketch book. Shikon finds drawing the only thing that calms and relaxes him. It is also the only thing that filled he hole inside him for any true amount of time. Though he does not draw as most people do. He lets his sense of hearing gather the details of the things around the area for him. This style Shikon has found, makes a much better picture of what is really inside the artist. There is no other senses that can distract from the real task at hand. The sound of the wind and rain as well as the element are his paint and the objects that are hit by them are his canvas, this is always how he saw it. Though Shikon does not always spend his time drawing. He is often found out in grassy field as well as the hills but not as people usually see him, for this is when he is in the form of Ailan, the familiar inside him. The beautiful black wolf he is joined with. During this time Shikon finds the sadness and pain inside him seem to disapear all together. Though he is often fully disapointed to find it return to him when he is back to himself. Though Dispite this his search for the thing that can fill the void inside continues on.....

The second form of this fighting style uses on of the senses that most people take for granted, which is hearing. Or ones sense of sound. Upon becoming blind the person may look to sound to give them information of their surroundings. When this is done the user of the fighting style can us the noise made their opponent to get the upper hand. Footsteps, hand movements, jumps, wepons, all these things cause noise to do and therefore give the user of this jutsu if fighting edge. Though using this technique requires a great ear for different noises. For in order to truly know what their opponent is doing they must know what each thing they do has a different sound. One must know the sound of fabrics, skin, air movements, footsteps and rck mvements. And if one has had enough practice they can know the diference between the osund of different elements and the shape of the object that made the noise. By knowing what different metals sound like can give the user of this fighting style the edge to know how to dodge an attack as well as know the shape of the weapon by the way the noise will resonate and echo. As well as to know attacks and movements the person using this style is not easily snuck up o. For their sense of hearing is much better tan normal they can pick up on the noises ninja's cannot suppress and quiet. A heart beat is the ost common give away with the users of this style. And to the average user it can be heard up to thirty yards away. though using this style rather than other one, the user will not know what their opponent will do until they actually make the movement. YEt the advantage is the actuall snese used to battle. Sound is the sense that is picked up and decoded the fastest in the brain. Because of this the user's reaction time is quite impressive. The term faster than a bolt of lightning is quite true in this sense. ( seeing as a bolt of lightning takes .15 seconds to hit the ground). Users of this style have an average reaction time of .10 seconds. twice as fast as an average person who uses sight as their primarysense which is .20 seconds. Based on this the opponent can move their hand back to their weapon pouch and within .10 seconds the user of this style will move into action. When the opponent sees this it will take them .20 seconds to respond. Thugh if the opponent hapened to blink at that time they would miss the movment and take aother .20 seconds to respond. ( The act of blinking takes .40 seconds to complete. ) Using this speed as the primary weapon in while using this style.

Level III, this is the fourth stage of the curse mark. In this stage the wearer’s strength, speed and senses are increased by about seventy percent of the clan member's normal. At this stage the wearer will receive intense pain on every movement they make. (This includes breathing and blinking).The wearer's heart rate in now one third of what it once was. They are nearing death, ever closer. The wearer's life span is now cut to about thirty-five to forty years old. At this stage the wearer now begins to not trust in there selves and their own abilities. These effects are permanent throughout the wearer's life. The curse mark moves down to just next the wearer's heart at this stage.

5-6 years after sealing:
In addition to the first, second and third stages the clan ember and familiar are now in full harmony. The clan member can now fully use their familiar’s chakra.The amount of chakra is about that of a high genin or very low chunin. Used up twice as fast as normal chakra. As well they can fully merge their spirits. ( body control by the familiar lasts a battle.) The transformation can only be held for a short amount of time though and drains the user’s stamina faster than normal body movement. ( up to 4-5 posts)

Childhood;
Shikon was born in a family of four. His mother was an ANBU, which was often out on missions due to the skills she had been very useful to the village. His father was an E.Jounin, who was also never around. His father was the one born in the Ookami clan and therefore the one who passed on the clan curse to him. Shikon was found to have the curse of the Ookami at birth just like his father and his brother (chuunin). Shikon was brought before the Animal elder shortly after his birth. He was looked over and given his familiar and this is when the first thing went wrong. The elder gave him his familiar, the young wolf cub he has grown to love, Ailan. This did not settle well with his father or his brother. For both of them had received the Bear as their familiar. As did their fathers and so on to the first son of Sousui who had the first Bear familiar in the clan history. His father and his brother saw his wolf familiar as a breaking of the family tradition if not the clan tradition as well for almost all the sons shared the familiar of their father. Shikon was mistreated by his brother from then on. His brother was never truly kind only stern, tough and unforgiving. His father was not this way but instead he simply shunned Shikon. He saw him as not his son but only the kid they were forced to adopt.

Shikon lived on through, taking the life he was dealt in full stride. He was often alone, having been ditched by his brother while his father and mother were not always around. Though Shikon did not need company at a young age. Ailan was the only one he needed to be happy. They would often run off to the forest together and enjoy the peaceful scenery alone. They often went to a place they had found back in their very early years. It was the first peaceful place they found, a waterfall hidden inside the forest. This is where Shikon went the most, he was never disturbed there and he loved that fact. Shikon, though disliked and hated by his family, still would try to make friends, and he did so very well. He was very comical and people liked him for it. He would joke and tease with all the people he knew, he was in fact a little teddy bear if anything. Though when he was ever told this his smile would vanish for reasons that his friends knew not of. Only he knew the true problems he faced. He never complained about anything to anyone. Pity was never something he would allow to be put on him.

Shikon was always a runner; he could race the other kids all the time and win every single one. His speed got him the nick name Fa-Suto. He would often laugh about him being part animal with his friends, a joke they shared often. Of course he never knew that the simple joke would really come true. Well at least to some small extent. His friends always wanted him to teach them how to be as fast as him but of course no matter how hard he tried to teach them, he could not. It all seemed like perfect nature to Shikon. The movement of the legs, shifting of his weight when he needed and the spinning of his heels as he dug them into the ground to effortlessly stop. It was not something that he could teach anyone. Despite this though he enjoyed the effortless glide from tree to tree that he shared with Ailan. Shikon jumping from limb to limb, Ailan landing softly right beside him. It was freedom that Shikon always enjoyed. But he never really understood how it was easy to him; of course he did not care much on the details. He was a natural at speed and agility, he accepted that. What could go wrong from it?

His mother was the only sort of comfort that he knew in the home. She hated the fact that her husband and son treated him in such a way. She often took him out when she had the time. Once out in the forest his mother would teach him most of the basic shinobi arts. Hand signs, weapon use, mainly the most basic of knowledge. Also she would teach Shikon all she knew about the clan he was from. Not being part of it herself she could not say much, only what she was told by her husband. Though it was enough to fully describe the curse to him and to tell the history of the clan that all who were in the clan knew. The outside did not know much on the clan, the only ones who were not part of it where the spouses that were married to those who were a part of it. Though she gained enough information in talking to the leader of the clan, her brother in law and Shikon's uncle.


The rest that she could not tell him she went to Shikon's uncle and got the scrolls that could. Shikon soon after getting these would spend countless hours reading over all the clan's and indirectly his history. The religion, the traditions, the battles that occurred all of it he took in. His attention went mostly in to the tradition the clan had making tattoos of the hand seals on the clans body. He talked to his father about this but he did not want to perform the tattoo creation. He said it was because he did not know how to do it very well, but Shikon knew this was not why. Shikon knew that it was his father that put the tattoos on his brother and had no trouble doing it what so ever. In fact it was said it was the best performance the clan had ever seen. Shikon knew it was because his father still shunned him. Instead he went to his Uncle. He of course agreed to give him the clan tattoos.

The tattoo process confused Shikon, but he got the most of it easily. Just before Shikon was to go into the academy his uncle brought him to the clan temple. There he made a mixture of herbs and metals to make the tattoo ink. Once this was done he mixed the ink with a large amount of his chakra. Holding out his hands Shikon was told to do the same. Once this was done his uncle brought out a large but thin needle. After he dipped it in the ink, he began to stick it into Shikon's skin. Large pain waves had shot up is arm at that time. Shikon had never experienced pain such as that. He tried to distract himself but he could not fully dull the pain.
“The ink has special herbs in it. They are stitching the ink to your chakra system. Don't worry it will all end soon."

It continued with each pin of the needle. He could fell his chakra being attached to the substance that was put in his skin. The pain never really lessened but his mind started to block it out. It turned into a dull sensation within the first five minutes. After what seemed like days the process was complete. He looked at his hands that were now red; blood shot and now, had twelve small tattoos on them, each the seal for the twelve hand signs. He read them all over across his fingers and palms. Ox, Snake, Horse, Tiger, they were all there.

His uncle dropped the needle into a bin with some blood stained cloths. Shikon had moved more than he thought he would and caused his uncle to jab the needle further than normal at some points. He looked back to his uncle to see him sigh and wipe sweat from his brow. "Ok then that should do it. Try circulating chakra through your hands; if it worked you should feel a small pain in your hands. They won't activate unless you want them to so just a small chakra surge by accident won't do anything. Give it a try."

Shikon put his hands together and shot a small amount of chakra through them. The result was a small stabbing pain in all his fingers and palms. It hurt for a few seconds then disappeared. He looked back up, Anxiety in his uncles eyes. “Yeah, it worked. The pain hurt for a few seconds but it went away. So does this really mean that I don't need to use hand signs?"

"Yes, but no. You can use hands signs if you want to. Or you can use these seals by running chakra through the ones needed. Though you have to know that if you use them in return you will receive a great shock of pain in your hands. If they are overly used you may not be able to use your hands for extended amount of time. Use them sparingly Shikon."

Shikon simply nodded to this. He did not know that there was such a risk to using the seals. He only wanted to be part of the clan tradition. But he did not regret getting the tattoos. He knew they would most possibly come in handy. He laughed at that thought, come in handy. He always cracked himself up.

Shikon then started training on himself in the forest with Ailan. His speed helped him most of all but he knew that close combat was very dangerous. Also with the seals that he had acquired Ninjutsu was his best bet on a battle strategy. Though he did not know any Ninjutsu he knew that he would in the ninja academy. He talked to his parents about joining the academy soon after. His father only shrugged and said it was ok. His mother was the one who had to sign him up. Shikon was very excited about this; he always wanted to get into the academy.......

Academy Student Arc :

Shikon fit into the academy quite easily. He thought that hey may not be able to learn the things that he needed. But that was not the case; he picked up everything in the classroom effortlessly. It seemed to him learning the shinobi arts were second nature to him. Just like how easily his speed and agility came to him. Shikon could not believe the simplicity of the academy school. His mother taught him so much, it seemed to the academy was just a refresher course. Basic things that he knew already. He would often go on a head of the class, much to the teachers both pleasure and distaste. Having to sit while the useless kids learned was not what Shikon wanted to spend his time doing, not at all. He would often simply skip classes, though he would soon be found and punished. His impatient behavior got him in more trouble than he ever thought. Though the teachers understood the problem he had. Shikon was not the only one who noticed the relationship with him and his dad.

He picked up the jutsu and the basic strategies with any trouble. His accuracy with weapons was not advanced by no means, but it was better than normal for his practice in the forests during his childhood gave him more training than the normal students. His only problem in the academy was genjutsu. He was completely powerless in. He could never get the hang of using genjutsu. The process seemed too lengthy and time consuming to do. Just obscuring the opponent’s sight that is not how Shikon ever thought a ninja battle would occur. Though activating and using genjutsu was not his only problem. He could not deactivate a genjutsu that was put on him either. Such things escaped him no matter how simple. He knew that one day that might be his down fall. But he worked as hard as he could to better himself in his strengths so he could at least put up a fight before that happened.

Shikon had many friends in the academy. One reason would be the same as the reason he had friends before the academy. He had a great sense of humor. The other kids loved to joke and laugh with him for he could always make anything funny. Of course the other reason he had so many "friends" was that people wanted to be around the best kid in the academy. He was often assaulted with questions on how he was good at school but he simply shrugged each time and said" it's natural". Of course he would never say anything about the weaknesses he did have. He enjoyed the company and did not want to give them a reason to leave. He would often train with them outside of the academy with Ailan at his side.

Not only that, but his Mother would still take him out on for forest training like when he was a child. His mother was the only one who really knew about these special training sessions. He learned the things that the academy teachers did not yet. His mother would often teach him things the she he would not learn from the teachers until later years. But on some occasions he would learn things that the ANBU learned. He was taught the various fatal points of the human body; As well as the full chakra system. He learned the bodies’ blind spots and weak points that can be exploited in certain situations. He was trained even as a kid to be an ANBU ninja.

He was surprisingly the only one his academy class to have a familiar. Though this did not surprise him much. He would have guessed it would happen. Besides he felt that it was the best part about him. Ailan was always at his side he needed him. No other student had that type of relationship. It made him feel special almost and he knew that Ailan felt the same way. Having some one to complete you, be your other half. It was not like most people ever experienced that. At least he did not think so.

Everything was fine in Shikon's life. He was top in class, had lots of friends everything he needed. Until one day something terrible happened. Well it might not have been terrible for Shikon, for his father really never loved him anyway. Why would he when he was dead? Shikon's father had died in the middle of his time in the academy. It did not hit Shikon like it did his mother, or even his brother. For he had never had a strong relationship with his dad. He thought him only as a relative that had died. Just like all the others who had. Shikon had been to so many funerals.

When they buried his father Shikon did not cry like those around him did. Really it seemed to him that he was the only one who did not cry. The others did not understand the father that Shikon had. They did not know the true him. Shikon did, that was the difference between them. Shikon sat in silence as his "father" was put into the ground. Tears fell all around him yet he could not understand why. His brother, Kemono, hurt the most. For this Shikon hated him. He had stolen the father that had belonged to him. The one he deserved, Shikon got up and left the funeral at this point. Too angered to continue he went into the forest. He lay against a tree and tried to calm down but he could not. When he felt that he was ready to go back someone stepped out of the forest and up to Shikon.

“Kemono? What do you want? Just leave." Shikon was not in any mood to talk to his brother, he did not want to be anywhere near him. He had hoped his words had shown that to Kemono but he could not have been sure of course.

“Why would you leave our dad's funeral Shikon? He is our father. How could you do that?" He had anger in his eyes and Shikon could see that. But this sparked anger in Shikon as well. That was not HIS father at all. To Shikon, he had no father.
“OUR father Kemono? OUR father? He was never MY father? When did he ever show love to me? He hated me ever since I got my Familiar, Kemono. He was never someone I would look up to. Never someone I would cry over. He would have hated you as well, Kemono, if you got a different Familiar. Where is it now anyways, I have not seen it for quite a long time now." Shikon looked around then. He really had not seen for some time.
“Where is he? Why he is always with me now. We have become one." With this he closed his eyes. With a bright flash of light Shikon saw a Bear now stand before him. He had become his Familiar. “Do you see me now Shikon?" The bear growled this out to him. It had Kemono's voice but not his tone and fluctuations. It was as if another thing was part of him adding to his voice.
“You became your Familiar Kemono?" Shikon was backing away now. He had never fought something such as this before. Ailan Growled next to him, also backing away with him. He was about to run off and get away from this monster when it let out a loud roar. It shot off at Shikon attacking him. Shikon's Speed was more than a help to him in this fight though, for the bear that was his brother was slow. He stepped out to his left side and pulled out the Large Curved Kunai that he had put in his pouch on his left leg. He ran forward Kunai held out at the bear. His felt the Blade sink into his brother's side, though not deep, fur and hide stopped the most of the attack. Shikon then felt a sharp pain in his right arm; his brother's claw had torn open his shoulder. A mist of ruby red sprayed out into the air and fell on the tree behind him.

Shikon felt the Kunai Drop from his hand. He turned around to find His brother already upon him, large claw held high. He knew his death would be swift then and he closed his eyes. He heard a loud crash and then as light footfall next to him. He did not feel any pain except for his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find his brother in his human form on the forest floor, Senbon in his legs and arms. They were put through his major nerves on each side, something that his..........
“Are you ok Shikon?" His mother spoke softly in his ear. Concern in her voice was easily heard. Shikon passed out then, fainting from lose of blood.

He woke up the next day, his shoulder bandaged. He was fine as was his brother. But he would not be seeing him again. Shortly after his capture Kemono Had ran off and escaped the village. He said he would not stay in the same country as someone like Shikon, Becoming a Missing-Nin from then on. Shikon did mind this much; he had no feelings for Kemono anyway. He just lived his life on without thinking about his brother or his "father". Though he did not live the same; He began to become more distant. More closed off to his friends and family.

His work in the academy did not lessen. He was still the top student, but he was the one who was never around the other kids. He no longer hung out with those around him. He only cared about his training and getting stronger. The only exception to this was his art work. He started to draw more often then, it was the only thing he did outside training. He worked on his inner desires. Power, Training, Peace. These were the only things that he cared about. Friends were nothing to him now.

When the exit exams came around he passed everything with flying colors, he did not even have to study for the written portions of the tests. He got everything right on the nose, all except of course, Genjutsu. He still could never get the hang of the genjutsu style. He trained for it of course, but no amount of training let him even activate a genjutsu correctly. This did not faze him much though. He knew that all shinobi had some weakness, and he had his. Though despite this he graduated without any effort. He was given his Headband at the age 10. When he graduated his Mother gave him his Nobiruyari that he always carries now. He was a Shinobi now, but Shikon could not be happy about, for he had no one to share his joy with, and he blamed himself for it.


Genin Arc:
Once out of the Academy Shikon's habits and hobbies still changed. He began to wander ever further from the people around him, friends, family it mattered not which they were. He did not care for anyone around him. He did not want to talk, share thoughts nothing of that sort. At least not with anyone except Ailan. He still was the only one who he could trust, relate to. He had been with him in all his tough times. He never would have thought though that their connection would be able to grow further than it already had.

His mother saw his disconnection with people, and his anti-social ways that was beginning to occur. Though she did notice his very over attraction to his Familiar Ailan. She wanted him to be happy and so she went to her Brother in-law once again. With his father dead there was no one else left to perform the sealing ritual for Shikon? He of course agreed to do it; he felt that after what happened to Shikon that he should at least grant him this one thing.

Shikon was brought back to the clan temple soon after the agreement. He was not told what was going to occur or why he was there. He only knew that he was to be at the temple with Ailan at noon. He did as he was told despite his will not to. He may have been anti-social but he knew the clan laws, defiance of the gods was not tolerable. He walked up the stone steps carefully, for he was still afraid of what might happen once he was inside. Again the temple was empty besides him and his uncle who stood at the altar. There was ink and a needle at the edge of the temple but it was not where his Uncle was standing showing that they were not going to be used, at least not then.

He stepped forward and his uncle had on a bright smile when he saw Ailan. He was fully grown then, but he was still majestic and kind. His black fur was beyond any the clan had seen before, a true wolf in their midst. Shikon was motioned to stand on top of the large altar. Once he was there he could see the entire area of the temple, it was no wonder why the clan leader always stood there when there was to be a clan pray or meeting. He noticed that Ailan was told to stand next to him as well. This confused him very much. Why would Ailan be a part of this? His uncle towards them yet again and he pulled out a large scroll. He laid it at their feet and unrolled it. Shikon could see very detailed design in the glyphs. They were ancient; there was no doubt for he could not read a single word of it. Reaching out his uncle cut Shikon's finger and then Ailan's leg. Once this was done he wrote their names in the blood in the two openings in the glyphs that Shikon did not notice before. Finishing the writing He motioned Shikon and Ailan to step on the scroll.

“Alright then Shikon, Ailan. This is the Sealing Ritual of the clan. Shikon, I am going to teach a few hand signs. You can not use your tattoos for these for they are of ancient use. Look carefully and try to get them down." he then performed a series of wildly graceful movement. They were like nothing that Shikon had every seen before. He noticed that his uncle moved his legs and feet in the same pattern as his hands as he did this. The whole thing over all was quite overwhelming to Shikon. This was new to him for even before the academy he picked up things very easily. He stopped then coming to a halt with his hands out in front of him. Palms up, his right them was stuck between his first and second fingers of his left hand. While his left thumb was stuck between the first and second fingers of his right.

“Did you get that Shikon? I know it is very complicated and hard to remember but the feet movements do not need to be used. Focus only on the hands." Shikon was glad to hear the last part for he could never learn the whole "dance" as he saw it, in a short amount of time. Though the hands signs had interested him since his uncle performed every one. That this is where the most of his attention was and he could perform them easily if given a few minutes.
“Yes I got it Uncle; give me a few tries before I get it right." His Uncle nodded and Shikon practiced. The hand signs seemed very strange to him at first, but when he got it more and more he felt that it was not new to him. It was if he was taught them before. He got the whole series of signs down after his third run through. He felt the strain on his fingers and wrists then for it was not was his body was used too. His mind knew them like the back of his, well hand, for he DID know them before from some where. Yet his body did not know of the strange movements.

“Very good Shikon, even your father did not get them down as quickly as you did. He would be very proud I am sure" He said this with a smile and Shikon could see it. Though even after seeing the smile that was given to him Shikon could only return it with a nasty look of hate and distaste. He did not want to compare to his father ever again. That man was not his father and he would not be told that he was.
“That man was no father to me. Nor was his son a brother, do not say such things to me ever again." Shikon breathed heavily then, his anger was getting the best of him. He felt a brush of soft fur on his hand and he saw Ailan at his side. He did not want him to feel hurt. He slowed his breath and calmed. That was not the best way he could have handled the situation he was sure. But he was not prepared for such a comment.
“Yes, I am sorry Shikon. I did not mean anything by it. Now let us begin. First you must perform the hand signs I taught you. Once this is done place you hands on Ailan's heart. Once that is done force chakra into his body. Ailan I want you doing the opposite. That means force your chakra in to Shikon's body. If you have done this correctly and you have truly shared your life then you will.......... well you will see."
Shikon and Ailan nodded and turned to one another. Shikon performed the ancient hand signs again and ended it with his hand placed over Ailan's heart. With a short blast he began forcing charka into his body. He felt him doing the same as his chakra was sliding past his own through the connection and going into him. This continued for a few seconds then something happened he did foresee. Shikon's chakra dipped down ward around Ailan's and began to swirl inside the connection they shared. After this was done Ailan's began to do the same. Swirling at a massive rate every bit of energy was being drawn to the spot of the connection. Everything was being dragged into Shikon's body. Just when he thought they could be no more Chakra left inside Ailan to give a new energy began to be seen by him. Is was a clear color. Rich and full of life, it was nothing that Shikon had ever seen before. It began to enter the dance of chakra that had occurred between them. Then just like the Chakra it was brought into Shikon's being.

Shikon saw as Ailan's body fell to the floor and laid motionless. Shikon fell to his knees. He did not know that he was going to die. He did not want such a thing to happen, it was never his intention to............ Shikon's thoughts where stopped as he heard a voice. It seemed to be coming from every direction. Like he himself was talking in his head." Hello my pained one." Shikon froze still once he heard this. It was not a voice he had heard before but he could without a doubt know who it was." Ailan, Ailan, how did this happen" Shikon was shooting out to him. He knew that the shouting was not needed he simply could not control his emotions.

“Think Shikon. Ailan can hear you if you simply think what you are to say. You and He are one now. Living in one body, you are connected." His uncle was walking to the side of the temple now. He was smiling now; happiness could be seen in his eyes. He picked up the needle and ink that Shikon saw before. Shikon did not know what it was for but he did not care, his mind to was wrapped up in the event that occurred.
“You are inside me? Living inside me? Our minds are connected then right? we can feel what the other does, think what the other does and so on?
“I believe so Shikon. I do not know myself. This is my first experience with this as it is yours."

Shikon's uncle had returned then." You can share words and sight now. Nothing more. Feelings, Memories, Life knowledge, these things come later. You are connected yes. But you are not fully one person yet, if you do become truly one then you may............." A bright flash of light exploded from his body then and Shikon had to look away. Once it was gone he looked back to find a large Gray wolf in front of him where his Uncle once stood." When you are truly one you may become one, Shikon" it was not the voice that came from his uncle normally. Shikon heard a clear growling sound in the voice, yet it was soothing at the same time. Shikon understood then. When Kemono had turned into a Bear. This is what happened he was one with his Familiar. With another bright light Shikon saw his uncle before him again. Shikon had many questions to ask him but his mind only seemed to talk to Ailan. Their connection held his thoughts to him. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen soon after but his mind brushed it off. He did not care for it he was with Ailan at the moment..................................

Shikon was often out in the forest then on. He still did not talk to any friends or other family, his time was spent with Ailan. Strengthening their connection. Tightening their bond. They had found over the years that were small gaps in their minds that kept them form truly understanding each other. After only long connections and insight on one other were they ever able to cross those gaps. They slowly began to feel ones thoughts and worries, as well as their memories and life insight on things. They also found that Ailan could take over their shared body for shortened amounts of time. Though when they practiced this it became more and more easily done. Also when Shikon was 15 he found the last gap between their conscious could be over come. Shikon felt Ailan’s spirit flood his own. With a sharp paining sensation Shikon found himself breathe taken yet unharmed in the middle of the clearing. His paws were fine, his tail wagged at its normal speed and his eyes picked up the things around easily like normal.

Shikon of course did not notice this change at first. Becoming a wolf was never a thing he had done before. Yet with Ailan hearing their memories and knowledge it was as if he had. The tail, the paws, the walking on all fours he had never done it before yet it all felt natural. The bounding up the small hills, the lapping up water in the stream as well as the many sensations his nose picked up every second. Ailan had experienced all of these countless times so therefore so had he? Yet the shock of him realizing the change some minutes after ward was enough to knock him out of the wolf like form. He laughed with Ailan about the happening for hours after, they had finally become one.

Though even with Ailan inside him he had other outside problems to deal with. Mainly it was the curse that he was born with. He felt it activate itself when he was 12 years old. The bright searing pain on the back of his neck, moving down just over his shoulder. It was enough to send him sprawling on the floor of the Konohagakure street market. He recovered himself a minute after yet the pain in his body seemed to stay. Every nerve in his body seemed to hum in protest. His heart faltered and slowed. He has read about this before many times, the curse of the Ookami-Iki activating. He was cursed and this finally dawned on him.....

Sure the curse gave him something in return of pain and suffering as well as a shortened life. Heightened speed, senses and strength. He received these yes but he wished that he did not. He would take being a weakling before having to take the pain and death that would occur in the coming years. He read about it in the clan scrolls. The agonizing pain and self doubt that came with the curse. Not only but the all too early death that came with it. He knew it would come all too soon. Ailan offered to help him. But he would not have it. He would not sacrifice the one thing that kept him holding on. The one person he really knew. He would not allow it. This was his curse and he alone would take it.

He lived on with this curse. He tried to find ways to lift by reading all of the clan scrolls. His uncle would often let him in the clan library to read up on things. The first he did it was so Shikon learn the Ancient hands signs. For there was an ancient scroll that taught them. Though of curse he had to learn how to read the ancient language first. But once that was done the entire library was his to unfold. The clan knowledge at his feet. He found no ways to get rid of the clan curse of course but he never gave up. That is until he turned 14.

When he was 14 the curse showed its power once again. His shoulder ripped open from pain as it moved down just over his collar bone. His muscles and nerves ached for then on. He could not relieve them no matter what he did. He would always walk around feeling as if he had just trained for days on end. Though really he had just slept through the night. His Heart slowed ever further showing the steady climb to his death that was soon to come. He had just entered the breaking point for half his life span. Just as his "father" died at 28, he knew a quick death was coming. He also began to wonder about the choices he made. He often doubted himself and his abilities despite Ailan's words that said different. He dipped ever further into his depression that overcame him. The hole inside him began to form...................

First one I've ever done...

First one I've ever done...