A Desolate Fight

Myoshu had sent a letter to his best friend, he didn't want to, but he did it anyways. He remembered it well, the letter read "This is Myoshu, meet me at the training field at midnight please Riko, I want to show you something." He knew that in sending this letter to his friend, he'd be killing him once he got there, but he didn't want to let anybody know, his best friend would come alone and be killed in cold blood. Probably wouldn't be easy, but it would be done.

Riko saw the letter at his house and went to the training field at midnight, not expecting any tricks from his best friend. When he arrived he say his friend, standing there waiting for him. "Hey Myoshu, it is me Riko, you wanted me for something?"

Myoshu saw his friend come and activated his sharingan. His eyes watching carefully as his friend moved with grace and speed. 'No wonder I found him as such a good friend, he is one of the few who can match my abilties, without the sharingan.' He looked his friend in the eye, speaking. "Shackling Stakes"

Riko saw his friend's eyes turn into sharingan mode, not expecting much but a new sharingan only jutsu. But what happened surprised even him, he was trapped in the shackling stakes genjutsu. He couldn't move at all and was hoping his friend would release him. "Myoshu, you're going to let me go right?"

Myoshu went up to his friend, removing a kunai, walking not running. "I don't want to do this Riko, you are my best friend, but you know of my lust for power. I am more power-hungry than any other person I know, and I know a lot of people. Riko, I need to kill you for more power, and I am not even sure if that is where my power-hunger will end." He kept on walking, with sorrow, but a want for power over-coming his friendship currently.

Riko watched in horror and fear as Myoshu was basically on a death march for his own head. He didn't want to die, but knew that he couldn't escape this genjutsu for it was sharingan and took a sharingan or great chakra overcome to just get out of. He tried to move, but couldn't, his body stuck in one place as Mysohu kept his continual march on him going.

Myoshu took the kunai to his friends neck, digging it deeply into it. He watched as the blood flowed, dripping down his friends chest. Myoshu's eyes spun, the comma on the end of the three circles elongating into the next circle. His eyes were mangekyo, and he knew it, but decided to hide this fact from everybody until the proper time. He wanted to get more power and greater eyes before letting anybody know what he did.