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Which Final Fantasy Character Are You? 
 
 
Mushzetsu was born into a wonderful loving family. His mother and father ran a bakery together which they named Deliciouso after a phrase they found in a Japanese to Spanish dictionary. His dad understood Japanese and read through the book a little bit until he found the phase. He would say, “It brought joy to my heart and made me feel warm and cozy, also it made me hungry which is a good quality for a bakery name. Imagine, people walking past our bakery, reading the name and then say, ‘The Deliciuso? That sounds delicious!’ and then walk into the shop!” Mushzetsu always wondered why they didn’t name him Hiro, or Kai, a normal name, and his mother would always tell him the story. His mother swore she was told by an angel to name him so. As her story goes, while she was pregnant with him, on one bright and sunny day in spring, she was running some errands and was on her way to their bakery to deliver some peppermint for a cake. As she waddled down the street transporting more than peppermint, a caped figure materialized in front of her, about 12 yards away. She believed this to be one of the ninja, but his energy felt to strange. It appeared to her that he had no chakra, for she felt none, but he had an energy, a presence… that frightened her, for it was great. “I feared for my little Mushy’s life!” she would say to her son as she recited the past to him. She wanted to get away, but if she ran, it might hurt her little baby, so she called out to the cloaked figure, “Great Shinobi! Are you of this clan or another?” He did not answer but turned to her and in a flash; he traveled from 12 yards to a few inches in front or her. She missed his movement even though she didn’t blink. She saw his face more closely and realized he was nothing but a face. Where his head should have been, there was merely a silver tragedy mask, floating above where his neck should be. The mask was beautiful and perfect; the details were so fine and precise that she was left speechless. She was so awed and shaken by the sight that she couldn’t move, never the less speak. The faced met with her, and its eyeless glare seemed to bore into her very essence, her very soul. He then rested his gloved hand on her shoulder and spoke in a voice more beautiful than the song of a harp, and more powerful than the charge of an ox, it reverberated through the buildings, through the forest, through the homes, trough her mind and her soul. With each word, he breathed energy and new found purpose into her, and in the soil sprouted flowers. It was the very essence of life. These words of energy, of life, of purpose were, “He shall be named.…..Mushzetsu.” He then drew back his arm, and took several steps back. At this he rose into the air and disappeared. She never saw him again, but after the birth of her son a few days later, she felt as if he was always with her little Mushy, protecting him from the cruelty of the world. Mushzetsu always liked to hear this story before he went to bed, for it made him feel as if he had some meaning in this world, a purpose that he would one day have to live up to, a greatness that is not recognized by most, for it has no material value and cannot be seen with the naked eye, but must be examined with ones soul, and when it would be revealed to them, they would tremble with its purity. He did not understand why he felt this way, but he knew it was important. It also made him feel loved, for he new it was a story, on his mother’s behalf, of love and compassion. He loved the story for these reasons, and because of his love for peppermint. “Can’t you concentrate on anything else but peppermint!” his mother would say as she tickled him, and then she would hug him, and her embrace filled him with all the love he would ever need, and he would wrap his arms around her body and rest his head on her shoulder, “O my little Mushy.” 
 
This much he remembers. He remembers their love. Their compassion. They taught him to be a good boy and to only fight when it was in self-defense. They didn’t want him to become a ninja like the other members of their clan. They knew that path was one of loss, misery, and pain. They loved their son, there only son, to much to let him throw his life away like that. They would rather him be a baker, something that Mushzetsu always wanted to live up to. They would give anything and everything for him, and on one fateful night, they did. 
 
It was late in the night and Mushzetsu was helping his parents close up the Deliciouso when they heard some foot steps on the roof. His father went outside to see what was up with all the commotion. He walked out the door and stared up at the roof looking puzzled. The sounds ceased and so he made his way back to the bakery when a long black object struck his father in the head. It was a katana. His father fell to the ground with a terrible surprised look on his face. Mushzetsu screamed out, and looked to his mother in anguish, expecting an equally terrified and sympathatic look, but he found none in her face. She looked determined and unshaken. She looked towards Mushzetsu and grabbed him by the wrist and she ran with him to the closet in the back of the shop. She put him inside behind the bags of flour. “Stay right there little Mushy, and don’t you move a muscle!” She began to walk away towards the door way bye which three silhouettes were visible by the moon light. One of them was prying his katana from his fathers head. Mushzetsu grabbed the end of his mother’s shirt sleeve, “Don’t go mommy!” His mother turned towards him and kneeled down in front of him. He was sobbing and snot was dribbling from his nose. She wiped away his tears with her sleeve and held his head in between her delicate hands, he ceased crying and he gazed up at her. She was so beautiful; she had wonderful black hair and eyes the color of white jade. Mushzetsu himself had red hair and red eyes, a trait which neither his mother or his father possessed. 
 
His mother kissed him tenderly on the cheek and then gazed at her son, her little Mushy, and tears began to cloud her vision, but she did not let them for this site was to beautiful to pass. She gazed at him for a few seconds and he at her, a connection was formed, one that could never be severed, even by death. They remained locked in each others gaze until they heard a man’s voice yell from the door way, “Hey! Where’s the baker’s little whore!” They woke from their trance and his mother reached behind a box of peppermints and extracted a knife. Mushzetsu gasped with shock but his mother put her finger to his lips and said, “My little Mushy, you have no need to worry, mommy will always be with you. You may not be able to see her, but she will always be with you next to the angel guiding you through your life.” She then embraced him with a hug that Mushy would never forget, he hugged her back, he loved his mommy like he knew he could never love anyone else. “Here,” she said as she lifted the yin necklace from her chest and over her head. She placed the little necklace over his head and then hugged him again, “Remember, mommy will always be with you.” He never wanted to let go, and as she pulled away he felt part of him had gone with her. She left the little room with the knife and closed the door behind her. She was about to fulfill the purpose the angel gave her on that fateful day in spring. 
 
Mushzetsu heard a yelp and a scream, and he head glass shatter and pots fall. He heard a thump as if someone had fallen. “You little bitch!” screamed one of the men, and Mushy heard the terrible whistle of a sword as it cut through the air and the thump of it hitting and lodging itself into its targets flesh. He heard his mother’s terrible screech of pain, and immediately tears came to his eye along with fear, not for himself but for his mother. “Damn, little slut put up a fight, but no one is a match for sound ninja. Am I right fellas?” one of the men said. “Hells yeah!” yelped another, “Damn straight!” said the third. Mushzetsu heard this and when he did, his grief was suppressed by a terrible rage, and anger. It was so strong that he yelled out. The voice was not his though, it sounded of that of a beast. He then heard foot steps as they came closer to the closet where he was hiding. His head began to burn. As if someone had pressed a cigarette to his forehead. The steps got closer until the men were right in front of the door. His anger grew with every step they took until his whole body felt it was going to burst inot flames. He was ready, when the men opened the door, he would pounce at them and claw their eyes out, and then personally castrate them with his nails. He was surprised by these cruel thoughts of his but the anger was much too strong. 
 
The men opened the door and Mushzetsu leaped at them with all his strength, but only to be merely smacked aside like a fly. He fell to the floor with a terrible pain in his stomach where the ninja had struck him. “Well, well, if it isn’t the baker and his slut's bastard!” said the ninja who struck him. Mushzetsu got to his knees and took his first site of the ninja. He held a katana that was smeared with the blood of his parents, and probably stained with the blood of countless others. He wore a ninja mask that covered all but his eyes which were purple, as did the other. They all had the same evil, cold, terrible purple eyes. “Lets put the little bastard out of his misery,” said the ninja in a sarcastically sympathetic tone. “I’ll kill you!!!” screamed Mushzetsu in the same voice as before, it was loud and deep. It startled the ninjas. “What the hell is this thing?” shouted one of the startled ninja. “I don’t know,” shouted the one with the katana, “but I’m gonna kill it!” 
 
He then raised his sword and with both hands, thrust it downward into the little skull of Mushzetsu Kuroyomi. Then, Mushy sank into perfect blackness, nothingness. He felt the searing pain of the sword, but even stronger was the burning of before; he was thrusted into a hell of white, black, and purple fire. He heard a terrible yell of glee protrude from his mouth in the same voice as before. “So boys! Who wants to die first! Ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaa!” he heard the terrible voice scream, followed by the terrified screams of the ninja. Then, he knew nothing more. 
 
Then…..he woke, in more than one way. He stood and as the image of his surroundings came into focus he drew back in repulsion. It was still night and the moon looked bigger and more significant than usual. It was big and white but it seemed to have a sort of…red tint to it, like that of blood. He was in an alley, 7 blocks away from the Deliciouso, he could tell, the building to his left was his friends home where her family sold flowers in their flower Shoppe on the second floor. 
 
But it wasn’t his friend’s house that repulsed him, it was very nice looking actually, what repulsed him were the blood smears on the side walls of the building. They had hand prints in them only the hands were huge, about three times larger than a normal hand. Among the smears were great claw marks, much too big to be left by a sword or animal. Mushzetsu then remembered the ninjas. He remembered ho the one with the katana had sunk his blade into his head. He panicked, he felt the skin on the top of his head for the wound or even blood but felt none. Not even a scar, he withdrew his hand from his hand and examined it. It was covered with blood, so covered, that there was not a patch of untainted skin on it, as was his other when he examined it. He then noticed a strange taste in his mouth that he hadn’t before, it was iron, he spit onto the ground and realized that his saliva was marinated with blood. He had to be injured, but he couldn’t be, he felt no pain, all he felt was the cold dirt road and the burning, oh the burning! It still hadn’t stopped! It still felt as if his forehead was ablaze, but not just his forehead, something deeper….. in his chest something…..very close to him. He looked at the floor of the alley and found the mangled bodies of the sound ninja. Parts of them were no longer recognizable for they were so terribly mangled and distorted by the blood. Mushzetsu’s head started spinning; he couldn’t tell what was going on, he was so confused, he felt like his head was going to explode!...and then he saw it. It emerged from the darkness of the back of the alley, it was at least ten feet tall, it towered over Mushzetsu like a skyscraper. Mushzetsu stood there, petrified, for the thing he saw was terrible. 
 
This creature was white, not pale, but pure white. It had markings all over his body that looked like black swirls. The most visible ones were around his eyes. They swirled away and then towards its eyes Oh and his eyes were as red as blood, bright and furrious. Each side of his face was a mirror image of the other; its face was perfectly symmetrical except for a Japanese kanji or letter on the right side of its forehead. In fact it was in the same place as the burning on Mushzetsu’s forehead. Mushzetsu had recognized this kanji from his father’s teachings. It stood for “anger” or “furry”. The creature lowered its head, leveling it with his and in the same monstrous voice as before he said, 
 
“I did this,” and he spread his arm in the air across terrible battle seen. “Don’t worry it wasn’t you, I just…..used your body as a tool, a……channeler, you could say. Your body did it, but your soul and consciousness had no part of it.” Mushzetsu just stared at him with shock. 
 
The creature raised his head and began to walk back to the darkness of the alley. 
 
“When I was born,…if you could call it that, I wasn’t granted a soul like you,” the creature said, “I was only cursed with furry and an unquenchable anger! With this anger I killed. With this furry, I mangled the bodies of those who were evil and innocent alike. I had no boundaries, how could I, I knew none,” 
 
As the creature walked, Mushzetsu noticed that its footprints left burn marks in the dirt. Strangely it burned with the same black, white, and purple flame as before, but now he smelled………peppermints? Mushzetsu liked peppermints. 
 
“I was feared by my people and others alike,” the thing ranted, “they all feared me to such an extent, that they killed me. Took my life from me, pff! Spirits! Like the ones you see.” 
 
Mushzetsu looked at him bewildered. How could he know about his ability? Only his mother knew, not even his father. 
 
“Yes, I know of your ability,” said the creature, “They were spirits but oh! Much! Much, more powerful. At my death, their leaders gave me two options. ‘Fade out of existence and be lost forever, or help us, become a Spirit Guardian, and redeem yourself. Earn a soul.’ the one thing I want more than anything, to feel like you people do. To feel compassion, love, happiness. Instead of just this terrible furry! This terrible anger!........only anger……….. 
I am the fair one 
I am the strong one 
I am the old one 
I am the terrible one 
I am the furious one 
I am the angry one 
heh…I guess that’s why they call me……… 
Sol-lecks” 
 
 
The spirit guardian Sol-lecks then disappeared into the shadows. 
 
Mushzetsu stood their, traumatized. He had lost everything, his mom, his dad….but wait… 
 
He felt his chest and found the yin pendant. he then remembered the last hug his mother gave him and the same warmth spread through him. 
 
“My mommy loves his little Mushy”, he said 
 
He then took the gloves from one of the sound ninja’s hands. he would never forget this, he would always remember so that he may succeed in his life, he new his purpose. To destroy the evil that had infected his village, to foil the plans of the devils at work in his world. But to do this, he had to become what his parents told him not to be, for they feared he would experience loss, misery, and pain. But he had already experienced all this and more! To fulfill his purpose he must become a ninja, a shinobi of the Kuroyomi clan. He prepared to set out to fulfill his purpose. 
 
 
Then he knew very little, for their was so much he must learn. He gathered his belongings, some food water, and the peppermints from the closet. He kissed the head of his mother’s body, it was still warm. her eyes were closed, and her beautiful face was untouched by the evils of the ninja. She seemed so at peace, but Mushy knew she still had work to do. She would protect her little Mushy along with the Guardian Sol-lecks and the masked angel. He would need them for the journey ahead. 
 
So his quest began. 
 
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