Anti-venom

Chapter one: The cure~

When poison enters a person's system, they get an anit-venom. But what if your the anti-venom? What happens then?

I don't have a name. I have number, 666. I was born in the sand village fifteen years ago, before my mother dyed giving labor. I don't know my father. He must've had red hair though, because I do but my mother didn't.

Everyday I repeat the same routine. I wake up in the morning, I'm taken to the lab for my blood, eat, get taken to the shower, then go back to sleep.

My blood has a poison in it, so these sand medics use my blood for anti-venom.

As a medic took my into the lab, I watched some women pass me by. They had big chests, yet I was so flat. My hair was short, up to the top of my neck, with full shaggy strands. I looked like more of a male. Sitting up on the table, the medic carefully stuck a needle in my arm, and removed some blood. My eyes lifted to look at him, then to the now opening door. There stood a male, looking about my age, with brilliant red hair and brown eyes. He was in a kazekage outfit, I had met the last one. He approached me, examining me.

"You must be the girl with the anti-venom blood" he said solemnly. I looked at him, keeping my straight face.

"You must be the kazekage with the demon. Guess we're both indifferent experiments" My eyes wondered to the medic sticking a needle in my arm.

"I was let outside-"

"To suffer because of the world's fear of difference" I cut him off coldly. I went to lift my arm up, but it dropped down limp. Pain was surging through my whole arm, it began to look pale. My eyes widened, alarmed. I grabbed the medic and pointed to my arm, making him panic with me. Everything began to fall into an ever lasting darkness.

When I lifted my eyes, everything was still black, except for a man glowing in front of me. He had flaming red shaggy hair and chocolate brown eyes. He pulled me up and smiled, "Don't keep them waiting, Sakun-chan" he called out.

I instintly awoke, sitting up. My right arm felt so... different. I looked down and gasped for little sweet air. My right arm was now wooden and attached with bolts. I looked to my left arm to see it normal. I heard someone talking.

"But Kazekage-s--"

"No, I forbid you from using anymore of her blood. My word is final" The Kazekage turned around and sat next to an old woman. She was looking at me with great fear.

"W-who are you" I ask softly, turning towards the woman.

"What's your name" She demanded. I gulped, looking down.

"666" I said as quiet as I could.

"I asked for your name!" She snapped, but Kazekage touched her arm.

"Chiyo-sama, she doesn't have a name, just number" He said, looking at me.

"No, my name is Sakun" This time he looked at me with wonder.

"Sakun, huh. Well, Sakun-chan, your a human experiment"

"I guess so" I said, pulling myself out of bed. I went to the mirror in the corner and saw something that amazed myself. I was the spitting image of that man in my daydream. Chiyo-sama stared at me while I lifted my arm up and down to get used to the feel of a prosthetic arm. I looked at Kazekage.

"May I go outside?" He nodded and I bolted out the door to see everything outside. When I saw a tree I got this weird instinct to climb it. I hoisted myself up onto the first branch, then the second one, until I reached the top. I sat down and watched with a smile as birds came and went. Chiyo walked outside and looked outside. "Sakun-chan!" I looked down and waved.

"Hey Chiyo-sama!"

She looked at me, her heavy eyelids lifting slightly. "Come down here. We're going home"

"Home?" I looked at her.

"Yes, home. Your going to live with me" I felt a smile go on my face.

"Okay!" I jumped off the high branch to the ground. She took me to wait I guess is home. She led me around the house, then showed me to my room. When I imagined my room, I thought of a plain white room, cold and stuffy with no windows. But when we entered, it had sandy brown walls and dark brown floor. The bed had green covered on it and in the corner was too puppets. The woman one had long dark brown hair, she was very pretty. The male one had red hair like mine, he looked similar to the man in my dream. I walked towards them and sat on my knees, taking the male one's cheek to get a better look. My hand slid down to his arm, looking at the compartments for the weapons. I turned to the woman one. She was also a weapon puppet.

My heavy eyes wondered to Chiyo. "Chiyo-sama, the man looks like me..."

"Yes, he does. Would you like to learn something?"

"Sure," I said, keeping my straight face. What does she want to teach me? I can't tie a shoe lace... I never learned.

"It's called the art of puppetry" She began,"I could teach you to make your very own unique puppet to use in battles" I began to feel a flame spark in my stomach.

"Like a companion for fighting?" I asked, getting more and more excited.

"It could be more than just fighting" She answered.

"Okay!" I smiled only slightly.

She left the room for a few minutes. I could feel my anticipation grow every second I had to wait. She came back and placed two puppet models in front of me. One male, one female. I reached for the male one, wheels turning quickly in my head. This will be fun.

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It only took me a few hours to finish. I had put poison needles and strings of all sorts in hidden parts of the males body. I had given him semi spiky brown, his bangs were flat against his forehead and the back was spiked. Chiyo entered and stared at it with wonder. He was dressed like the male puppet beside me.

"Your done already?" She asked, looking him over.

"Yes" I answered. She looked up at me.

"Okay, are you ready for the next part?" I looked at her.

"yes" I answered, standing onto my feet.

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It took hours of training, and by the time I had mastered it, the sky was dim and covered in stars. That's when I saw it. A big pale bird in the sky, flying around. Something lit up the sky, making a BOOM sound. I looked at my puppet.

"Come on, Jin, let's go check it out," I said softly and attacked my chakara strings so he hung on my back. Swiftly, I ran in the direction of the bird over head.