As his chakra flowed throughout the body of the male, Tekkotsu's memories of the family as they had just started out began to play throughout his mind. He and his brother, Masato; Sanshirama and his brother, Hinatarama; Jitsuko; Spooky's dead Senju whose name I never knew because they died so quickly; Seiichima. Things were so much easier back then, or was it just because they were kids?

When Baratoge died, everything went south. He was a terrible leader, but leaving the clan to children didn't end too well either. Masato, then Imada.. both eras for the Senju were grim, but prosperous in their own ways. Masato brought structure and expansion while Imada brought pride and fear throughout the lands.

Tekkotsu and Sanshirama grew up together, as their brothers did as well. As children, they practiced bending Earth, slept in the trees, and paraded about doing miscellaneous missions for the clan. Could he have killed him, his own kind? Tekkotsu shook his head, applying much more pressure on Arinori than before. As he spoke, Tekkotsu's dissatisfaction grew. "Killing your kin is intolerable. I'm sorry."

It may be a bit hypocritical of him to say, seeing as Tekkotsu had killed Sanshirama's brother, though the circumstances were much different. Maybe opportunities to spare Gishirama and his wife were presented, yet none were taken. Mitsui wasn't like the other Uchiha and, while not welcomed in the Village, she wasn't to be slain by purely instinctive action." The male who wrote this all wouldn't know the inner workings of his mind, the thoughts that flowed, or the stories the Senju had with one another. Gishirama, too, was just another lost soul--though unlike Hinatarama, the clan was able to get to him and bring him back.

"How many years has it been since one of us has died?" He questions himself aloud, the male foritifying the pressure he left on Arinori if he decided to answer the rhetorical question. "We've gone so long without a death in the family.. Where did I go wrong? I've done all I could, I even gave Sanshirama the leading position so relations would be much better between the other clans and villages.."

His composure was the same as always, and though he was fuming it wouldn't be indicated by erratic breathing or a harsher tone. He spoke as he did usually, though the words he chose would hint at the aggression. "Ten years of war just to have a Senju spill their own blood.." He pauses, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply. His vacant hand is brought to the hilt of the Wakizashi he has stationed neatly above his backpouch.

As he opens his eyes, Rohan being attacked by Hinatarama flashes before him. He embeds the Wakizashi in Arinori's side, puncturing the lung as it fit neatly between his ribs. "I was given the choice to kill Gishirama a few years ago. Instead I knocked him out and took him to a temple to rehabilitate him." Arinori's lungs would fill with blood, the male feeling much more pain from his internal wound than from the pressure from Keijugan. "Just like you, I aimed for his neck. He's not the smartest, and while powerful, his battle sense is lacking."

Tekkotsu plucks the Wakizashi out swiftly at the end of his sentence, stabbing it between another two ribs and tearing yet another hole into his lungs. More pain, much more pain.

His hands were dirtied once more by Senju blood.

Though he didn't care for Gishirama as he did Sanshirama, the male held respect and love for all in his clan. Unconditional, just like family should be. Even with Hinatarama, he begged for him to change his ways and tried to reason with Imada to allow him to come back to the village.

"I won't allow slaughter amongst family." He plucks the Wakizashi out once more. "Please forgive me, Masato." The apology is meant for his brother looking down on him rather than Arinori, the male disgusted with himself for taking the life of yet another Senju.. his brother wouldn't have liked it. If he were still alive, maybe things would have been different--maybe Hinatarama, Gishirama, and Arinori would still be alive.
(Tekkotsu)
Arinori OOCs: (I'll rp death.)
Arinori OOCs: (If you can gimme a sec.)
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[I was gonna let you
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[:o
Arinori OOCs: (Finishing up something.)
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[alright
Arinori OOCs: (Tbh that's one of the best kill rp's i've been given. You're more than justified. That's rare.)
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[Kill RPs should be respectful tbh
Arinori OOCs: (I tried to give Gishi a good one, but he kept cheating death>0
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[You're ending someone's char that they invested time into. And you spent money as well, didn't wanna just.. kill you with a one liner.
Arinori OOCs: (So his final one was meh.)
Arinori OOCs: (Haha I spent a lot more than most think too.)
Arinori OOCs: (But I don't think I died a P2W.)
Arinori OOCs: (I eanred what I have. I started at 130 pp.)
Arinori OOCs: (I ended at 207.)
Arinori OOCs: (I basically just started with an early TS.)
Arinori OOCs: (-shrug-)
Arinori OOCs: (I'll start writing now.)
Tekkotsu OOCs: [[ah
The male couldn't blame Tekkotsu for his actions. The blood of family was much thicker than water. No matter how much he hated Gishirama; he knew somewhere he regretted his actions. It was all a big cluster fuck of stupidity. If the boy was granted a time machine; he'd use it, but that simply wasn't possible. He'd only ever wanted to protect those precious to him. He only ever wanted to be strong enough to be respected. He wanted attention. He wanted love. He wanted comradery.

He failed.

No matter how hard he tried he always fell short. His village fell in his absense, and he was forced to remove the brand of his family from his name. He did it just to survive. He couldn't be as proud as anyone else. From the start he was simply less of a man than anyone that he'd surrounded himself with. The only person he saw as lower than him in the family was ultimately Gishirama. This was all the effects of him marrying and having a kid with an Uchiha.

The physical pain being applied to the boy's body was great. Too great even. The chances of him being able to get out of this one were slim to zero. Hell. They were zero. The boy would die with a trump card he never got to use. Hell, he honestly felt cheated within his heart. The world he lived in was simply unforgiving. War changes people. They gradually become desensitized to death. The moment that happens the question comes forth; are they even human anymore, or are they beasts? What can really be said for someone in that state? Not much.

The wakizashi impossibly pierces the boy's skin. Something triggers within his mind. His primal senses came to life in an attempt to save his own skin, but he knew all was for not. This was going to be his final struggle; the last of his torment. He'd leave his brother alone in the world just as he'd left Gishirama's child.

In a fruitless attempt to hold on, the boy went as far as he could with his breathing techniques. The blood coursing through his veins with at a vastly increased rate carrying a larger amount of oxygen caused a blue aura to escape his figure. His hair rose, breaking the clip that once held it and flowed freely around his head. His skin was blood red now, and his body began to deconstruct itself as if Tekkotsu's blows weren't enough.

This replaced the piercing pain of the blows with a different kind of pain. A pain that spread throughout his entire body. A pain he had been accustomed to. A pain that allowed him to escape his own mind. He blamed himself the most in the end. He acted too much on a whim, and Gishirama was simply a scapegoat. It was funny how they'd both end up dying on this day,

"It's...only fair...isn't it...."

The boy spoke in a shakey tone, his face now covered in a thin envelop of water. It was unclear if the strain on his body caused sweat to cover his face, or if the once kind hearted lad was truly crying. This was a fact that he'd have to take to the grave.

A few more moments passed, Tekkotsu spoke of the past. The days he had missed during his travels. The days that he had always secretly wished he could go back to. The days where his mind was plagued by the thought of what could had been if he were there when the Uchiha attacked. If he would have been strong enough to make a difference. If he could have prevented all of this by acting then rather than now. It was all a mystery that was impossible to solve; however, and the boy simply had to accept his fate,

"Damnet...if only I had been there...sooner. When you...needed me....it's funny how that works, right Tekkotsu? You never realize...what you missed until...there is no more time to realize these things. It all flows...like a river that has just busted through a dam.  I am simply the valley beneath...being overflowed with water. I...do not...condem you actions...you are justified."

The boy's final words  before his eyes finally closed; his skin returning back to it's original shade and the aura fading. Life was gone as quickly as it had been created. Every muscle in his body was torn from struggling to get up along with whatever damage had been inflicted by the Wakizashi. Impossibly the boy repeated the final words,

"You...were....justified."
(Arinori)
Arinori has activated a technique: Shichi Tenkoho: Yonsei Kassei!