Hellooooooooo readers! :) This is my first story that I am posting on this account. Constructive criticism is appreciated (FYI that does not mean flames/hating). Btw I do not own Naruto or the song Love the way you lie, if i did i wouldn't be here...
Thanks and Enjoy :)
Prolouge
It didn't help that my patience were wearing thin today. I had already lost a patient and they kept filing into my house in a disoriented single file. What was I to suspect in this day and age though, war was raging and the villages were squabbling.
It was disgusting really. They came in by the dozen bloody and on the brink of death. They sought me out as well. I was well known in these parts of the Mist. I lived in a house not to far from the village gates away from the rules and the chaos. Well that was before my house was burned down by the a group of ninja and the mizukage had put out an order for me and my families arrest. My husband had worked for the Mizukage and was a skilled swordsman but he could not defend himself from eight or so well trained ANBU.
They came in the dead of night while my husband was on a "mission" and my children and I were asleep. They had set one of the many traps off outside the home which caused a series of loud explosions. I could hear the screams of my son and daughter coming from their rooms and when I retrieved my daughter to make my way to my son's room it was to late. The blood was splattered all over the floor coating the ground. The scene before my daughter and I was gruesome and the ninja standing before us was more then intimidating. Fear could only describe what was going on in my brain. My son and husband were now dead and my daughter and myself were going to follow the same path if we didn't act soon.
"Clio Fraser…?" The man questioned. I remained silent clutching at my crying daughter.
"Clio Fraser, you and your husband have been accused of treachery, by orders of the Mizukage you are to be brought to justice." As he took another step forward I took three back. He drawled a kunai from out of his back and began his statement again "Clio Fraser you have bee-"
"I heard you and the those words are lies!" The tears were already streaming down my face as I held my daughter closer to muffle the cries.
"These words are not lies, you and husband has been selling precious information to other villages." He stood his ground.
I knew it was a lie though. The man took my daughter and I to the interrogation center where several series of tests were held. One torture session after another they failed to get the information they needed. They were ruthless and the last screams and cries from my daughter could be heard from the other room. The torture was to much for her small body to comprehend. She died in the middle of the second session. After that everything in my body was pretty much numb; dead. Within 24 hours my life was flipped upside down and I was stripped of everything, my family, my home, my belongs and my mind.
The final verdict though was that I was innocent, as was the rest of my family. They had gone to each corner of my brain as well as my husbands and found no trace of underground dealings. The interrogators' only found the basic knowledge: we were immigrants. my husband and I moved here married, had two children, and lived on the outside of the village. Information they already knew. The Mist was ruthless country and had stayed true to there word. They would no longer bother me as long as they were sure I was not in the wrong. So they set me up in a home far from the village; far from society up on a mountain.
It has been about three years since the incident and I am twenty- three now. Travelers come in swarms in help of healing random injuries. I help them but with a sour taste in my mouth, no one knows of the event that occurred that night but the Mizukage, the interrogators, the few ANBU that were there, and myself.
As I cleaned my hands of the blood from the man who's life I had just lost, I reminisced of these events. I could hear the remaining ninjas scatter out of my house with the corpse as I splashed water onto my face and looked intensely into the mirror. The torture sessions had left a scar starting from the top of my temple to the left ear. My hair covered it up though, I had a mess of curls on my head that tangled easily to the lower part of my back. The green long sleeved dress clashed with my equally green eyes and all in all I thought I looked like a green and brown blob monster.
As I slipped out of the white apron that was covered in blood I heard a series of panicked knocks at the front door and the screams and yells of a bunch of children. I quickly rushed to the front of the door and threw it open to see seven children and the eighth being carried and covered in blood.
"Lady you gotta help us he's gonna die, un!"
