Author's Note at the bottom
Summary: "Will you stop raising your dang eyebrow before it merges in with your hairline? …Just who the heck are you anyway!" He smirked an infuriatingly perfect smirk and replied: "Why, your guide to hillbilly hell of course."
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The innkeeper smiled at the drunken couple before him, showing them both all ten of his yellow teeth. He had no more rooms available but he could easily kick out one of the more sober guests that had already paid. They were much harder to swindle after all.
He politely excused himself and turned to leave, not noticing how the couple made themselves comfortable atop his desk. The innkeeper marched upstairs with purpose, his beer-belly jiggling almost as much as the change in his pocket. He arrived at Room 13, banging loudly to make his presence known. When no one answered, he growled and pulled out his master key. What he saw inside mortified him greatly. He was not horror-struck because a boy only 16 years in age was dead in the middle of his motel room, oh no. He could care less about a teenager he hardly knew…
Murder was very bad for his business.
He quickly shut the door behind him to prevent wandering eyes from catching a glimpse. He knew how much the maids loved to gossip. If this got out then his reputation would be ruined for sure. With a grunt, he set about removing the floral sheets from the bed.
The innkeeper did not question how the boy's body managed to stay particularly warm. It didn't matter to him. Soon he would be in the ground, far away from his motel where no one would ever know he even stayed.
After using said sheets to clean blood from the oak floor, he decided to simply wrap the boy up with them as well. It would do him no good if the wrong person were to see them before they had been properly washed.
"Now where to burry him…?"
The woods, he decided, right outside the village would do. What he doesn't know, is that those trees hold stories.
"You'd better be good or I'll take you out to the woods for the wolves to get ya!"
That is what the older children would tell their younger siblings (Cousins if they were an only child) because their parents told them when they were little. "Demons," they would say, "demons that will rip apart your limbs and then send your soul to the underworld to burn for all eternity!" Too bad the innkeeper has never had any parents or siblings, or cousins of his own.
Maybe if he had, he would not have made the stupid decision to go trotting into the woods. He was walking unknowingly into his own, painful demise.
The innkeeper stopped in a clearing dead at the center of the forest. He dropped his bundled and raised a massive hand to wipe sweat from his brow. "What are you made of, rocks?" He panted down at the mass of raven colored hair poking from in between the dirty blankets.
Naturally, he received no answer. "Bah!" The innkeeper waved a hand dismissively at the messy heap. "Ungrateful brat."
The full moon rose higher in the sky as he clawed at mounds out dirt with his fingernails. "Blasted kid just couldn't wait until I got my shovel back to get murdered could he?" The innkeeper huffed. "I'd sue his butt if he weren't already dead…" Suddenly a low, angry growl erupted from the forest that caused the innkeeper to freeze in his tracks. Slowly he lifted his head to peer into the shrubs in front of him.
Nothing
He simply blinked into the darkness before being over come by full-blown laughter. "I guess you're rattling my nerves a little kid." He smacked the spot beside him but only grasped dirt.
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Prologue: Hillbilly Hell
Sakura all but ran from her cabin. She had been the only passenger on board the train, which meant that staff members gave her needs their full attention.
"Haruno-san, may I fluff your pillow?"
Yeah, you mean the one she didn't even ask for?
"Oh Haruno-san, I had no idea this was your cabin—"
Uh huh, sureeee.
"—is there anything I can do for you while I am already here?"
In short, she had nearly strangled herself with her own studded belt. "And now I have to spend a whole freakin' year in hillbilly hell!" She snapped, ripping off her shades and jamming them into the front pocket of her ripped jeans. Why her father thought it necessary to spend time with her mother's other family she'll never know.
Speaking of her mum, just where the devil was she?
With a feral snarl, Sakura marched over to the small iron bench and plopped down. Glancing around, she noted that Konoha did not look all that bad. You know, if you were in to trees and sunsets and all that other nature-y crap. In case you haven't noticed, she wasn't.
"You shouldn't leave your luggage on the edge of the platform like that."
Sakura frowned. Those words did not come from her lips. "Oh kami, I'm hearing voices again." A deep chuckle sounded behind her. One that made her spine tingle and her pastel cheeks flush. "Turn around and you will see the owner of the voice."
Sakura has always been a curious girl. Of course, her curiousness has often gotten her into trouble. Needless to say, she's heard the saying 'curiosity killed the cat' plenty of times…but cats have nine lives right?
She turned her head and came face to face with a stomach. A very sweaty, abed stomach that was not covered by a shirt. She must have stared for quite a while since the guy laughed again. "You also shouldn't gape like a dying fish, it is very unbecoming." Sakura scowled, forcing her eyes away from the very attractive stomach and up to his face.
Well crap, she was probably gaping again.
His face was positively GORGEOUS. Like you just want to kick him in the balls for taking so long to come into your life kind of gorgeous. 'He's the freakin' male version of Aphrodite!' Finally, she managed to gain back her composure and bare her teeth at him. "If you didn't want anyone to stare at your stomach, you should have covered it up."
Just because she was on a roll, she also added: "And I did not leave my luggage on the edge if the platform!" The boy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so those bags over there aren't yours?" She didn't have to look to know they indeed belonged to her. Who else could have brought them? All the other imaginary passengers that rode the stupid train?
Sakura growled and stomped over to retrieve her crimson suitcases. She dragged them back to the boy whose eyebrow up even higher. "Oh, but I thought they weren't yours."
Sakura scowled again."Will you stop raising your dang eyebrow before it merges in with your hairline? Just who the heck are you anyway!" He smirked an infuriatingly perfect smirk and replied: "Why, your guide to hillbilly hell of course."
It took a while for his words to sink in and when they finally did, Sakura decided to make a show of kicking, punching, and cursing at anything that she knew would not retaliate. (Basically everything except for her new guide)
"Are you quite finished? I would like to at least show you to your mum's house before curfew." Sakura's head snapped towards him so fast, she nearly gave herself whiplash. "That woman is not my mum. Don't you go around saying she is!" He shrugged carelessly. "Whatever, I still have to get you to her house by 9:00 and it's already 7:45."
Grumbling, Sakura bent over to get her bags only to be stopped by a hand much paler than her own.
"Here," the boy pulled out a key ring and plucked one off, "go get in the truck. I'll get these." With a grumbled thank you, she took the key and trudged towards the exit. The parking lot (By parking lot, she meant slab of dirt) was completely void with the exception of a single pile of rusty scrap metal that faintly resembled a pick-up truck.
"There is no way in heaven, earth, or hell that I am riding in that monstrosity." Sakura's guide pretended not to notice her comment and simply brushed past on his way to the 'monstrosity.'
"Hurry up, I don't have all day." He called while slinging his load onto the back of his pick-up.
"I said I wasn't ridin—"
"If you're not coming, at least bring me my key."
Sakura frowned but did as she was told. She nearly jumped out of her green tank-top when the engine roared noisily to life. "W-wait! You aren't really going to leave me are you?" Her guide shrugged, leaning back into his worn leather seat. "I'm not going to kidnap you. If you don't want to come then you don't want to come. So what if there is a chance that you might be rapped…" Sakura nearly jumped through the driver's window.
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I know some people were reading my other stories and I'm sorry.
I did not really try that hard on those so they didn't really come out as good as they should have.
I want you guys to see that I can write better than that. I'm hoping to show you with this story.
Also, the first person to put "Bananas" in their review gets to decide how my OC should look!