Hello there! I was in a mood last night and couldn't stop writing. :D So I hope you enjoy this. I have part of the next chapter written too, so hopefully updates will come faster than on my other story.
I admit I got the title from Into the Ocean by: Blue October and the chapter title too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Italics are kind of like thoughts.
Normal is the story.
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Waking To The Sun
By: DJ Pocky
Chapter 1: Into the Ocean, End it All
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She was lost…
They didn't want her…
All she could see was the sea.
It looked so inviting.
All she could do was move forward.
She couldn't scream or make a sound, just move one foot in front of the other.
Emotions? What are those?
Surely she was too young and inexperienced to know such things as feelings and emotions. They sounded so foreign in her head.
Misfortune.
Now there wasn't a concept she understood and experienced more. Apparently misfortune followed her everywhere she went. And no matter how much she wanted to hide from misfortune it always found her. Since the day she was born.
Her mother had died giving life to her. Her father died… He just did. Whether it was from the grief she couldn't remember anymore. Her first set of foster parents died while driving her home from foster care.
She was at home now in the sea. Where everything was blue and the cold was normal.
Is this what people think of when death was staring them right in the face? If not she didn't care. She was never normal. No matter how hard she tried. She supposed they tend to look back on happy moments in their lives.
She thought back. Nope. Nothing. Fifteen years of life and not one moment she wanted to recall or even incline towards happiness.
Maybe this could count? This one moment at sea she felt so content. Leaving this horrid world behind.
She could feel freedom tickling her fingertips.
"What are you doing?"
All feeling was gone.
Turning half-lidded eyes at the stranger she was shocked to say the least. He was beautiful to every extent.
And beauty results in destruction.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked the Beautiful Boy dryly.
A pale hand lifted out of the azure water and ran a hand through dark raven-like locks. He sighed and blinked graphite eyes at her.
The girl took this time to stare at her own reflection in the partially still liquid. She herself was quite pale but looked peachy in comparison to the Beautiful Boy. Her hair was a significantly different shade of soft petal pink and as she blinked her own eyes, she was reminded of dying grass.
Dying.
That was her business here in the first place. What was keeping her?
Oh right.
The Beautiful Boy.
There was an odd sense of familiarity to him. And something she couldn't put her finger on.
Her fingers. There was thought. She lifted them out of the azure water to observe how shriveled they had gotten.
Like an old woman about to die.
"Hn." Came the response out of his thin lips.
What did that mean? The girl wondered.
There were many things the girl didn't know the meaning of.
Maybe he could…? No. She didn't want to lead herself into some false belief.
Just because he's beautiful doesn't make him Prince Charming.
He grabbed one of her pruned hands and started swimming the opposite way she had come.
She looked at the Beautiful Boy, whose touch made her feel like she was on fire. She let him drag her through the never still water, only out of shock.
Staring at the oddly styled hair of the Beautiful Boy, she wondered silently what came next.
They passed a couple people who stared at them strangely but went back to what they were doing.
When they reached the sandy shore her clothes felt heavy and she was tempted to tear her hand out of his and plunge into the azure abyss that lay waiting for her. But she had no energy, and the boy in front of her made her will to do so disappear.
All of a sudden many, many people gathered around them, speaking all at once.
The girl didn't recognize any of the faces. One of them looked just like the Beautiful Boy except older and different cheek structure.
The boy felt the girl tense and turned back to look at her. Following her gaze he found who she was looking at. He started to move in the man's direction and out of the crowd.
The crowd was indistinct in the girl's mind.
The way they stared at her.
Like she was some sort of creature.
The way they stared at him.
Almost hungrily.
She followed the Beautiful Boy and the man who looked like an older version of him without a word.
They made it to a log cabin-like structure with the crowd following not to far behind them. The trio stepped inside and the man draped a towel over the girl's shoulders.
All she could do was glance up at him, blankly.
And notice how throughout the entire turn of events the Beautiful Boy's grip on her hand had not faltered in the slightest.
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How was that? Short, I know.
I know you don't find out their names. But, you guys should know by now and figure it out on your own. :P
I'm happy with it though. Tell me what you think. :D
Review please! Umm no flames, constructive criticism welcome. It makes me happy and fuels my inspiration.
Please check out one of my other stories (it's a one-shot) called You Stole My Pocky! It is much happier than this story.
~ DJ Pocky