Appearances (SasukexOC)

Ko's POV

Shooting across the high stone walls with nimble feet, I ignored the chatter of the few guards who were unaware of my efforts. The white cloak I wore billowed in the moonlight, producing a tiny shadow that grabbed one of the guard's notice but I was quicker than him.

Bounding down from the wall, I grasped a guard and whipped my hand over his mouth as I sunk my dart in his neck. His stifled yelp was low and I kept him there as the tranquillizer took effect before I gently dumped him behind one of the trees nearby.

Just then, another guard came around the corner and spotted me. He opened his mouth and I cursed before darting forwards and seizing his throat, cutting off his airway, just as he began to speak. He choked- if you could really call it that- and I wasted no chance before sinking a dart into his neck.

Hiding his body, I made my way through the brush and finally came to what I was looking for. The stone was worn, fractured and yet, it belongs. The timber was decomposing, uncared for and forgotten by most, if not all of Konoha. The roof was somewhat caved in, but that was to be suspected after so many years.

I was almost reluctant to step in these sacred chambers, after all, what right did I have? Well, I suppose being an Uzumaki provided me with some advantage but, was it suitable for what I was about to do? I was about to disturb a personal resting place, a temple built by Mito Uzumaki.

Hell, I was about to enter this temple and tear open her vault, her private vault, would she approve? I don't know. She may be upset for borrowing her possessions, but for once, I didn't mind because I needed them. If I was gonna get to the root of this mystery, I required her notes.

Purpose restored, I strode forward and planted my foot on the first step. Then another and another and another, until subsequently, I found myself opening the doors. It was filthy- suspected -and rundown- also assumed- and yet, I welcomed the harmony. This was home, this was my family, my past.

The masks were a little disturbing yet natural as if I should have anticipated no less from my ancestors to want to scare the crap out of others. 

I marched forward and made my way to the back of the podium of masks and discovered what I was looking for. I bit my thumb and pushed its bloody print on the spiral-shaped seal.

Please, let this work!

A hiss echoed and a rumble was heard as the temple began to tremble, particles fluttering everywhere and concealing my sight. As the dust settled, I glanced down to see an opening in the floor. Well, that was unexpected.

I looked down into the deep abyss below me...it could be a trap? Maybe even deadly? I mean, isn't this severer for me since it's like 10x darker down there?  

Ahhh, fuck it, imma do it!

And so, like the dipshit I was at times, I shrugged my shoulders and leaped down. I blatantly realized a second too late that maybe I should've taken Nima with me, but before I could dwell on my 'brilliant' ideas, I crashed into the ground with a thud.

Fuccckkkk, that hurts! Moaning, I rubbed my bottom as I got up and stared around me, not seeing the seal I tripped- you may facepalm if need be, Kami knows my ancestors must be- and a bright glow resounded throughout the room.

Well, more like corridor I suppose. On my knees, my eyes lit up as the room around me began to shine, rich and dazzling, and revealed its contents to me. Mesmerized, I gradually rose, twirling around to view what was laid before me.

Tears welled my eyes, an emotion I hadn't felt for a long time bubbled up inside of me as a cry eluded me. My breath hitched and the tears slid freely down my cheeks, but I paid them no thought.