Upon returning from his mysterious disappearance, Kimimaro had no memories of his past.
All he knew, was that his curse mark was eating away at him, all he could do as the pain from his mysterious battle wounds, stung him, he had no idea how they got there nore did he know where he was.
Could this... be death's sweet embrace calling me in? He thought as all he could do is collapse to the ground where he was. The world was fading away from him.
He could feel himself vanishing from within his own body.
What is happening to me? Kimimaro thought as he finally lost his consciousness.
Did he really use his cursemark one too many times, or was this his time to die...?
Kimimaro awoke or at least it felt like he did.
He appeared in a burning village. There were men, women, and children being slaughtered
in front of his eyes. " What? Where am I? What's going on?"
No answers came to him. The soldiers slowly vanished from his sight as a new figure approached from behing the tall, towering flames. He was white with purple make up on his face with a sinister smile.
He came closer. "I...it's you!" Kimimaro responded as the figure continued to grow closer, laughing.
The figure walked right through him.
Then, once again, Kimimaro was welcomed by the familiar darkness....
When Kimimaro finally awoke, he didn't even question where he was anymore.
He knew where he was and he knew where he was going.
He was going to serve his lord, Orochimaru like he should've done in the first place...
and no one will stop him. No one...
Kimimaro stood there for a moment and looked back at the souls of the departed.
He knew that fate was on his side and there was no way it was even possible for him to die.
Not until he compleated his purpose. With that, he uttered a malevolant laugh.
"I... am comming, Lord Orochimaru. It is my destiny..."