Don't know what this is. Bored. I don't even have a name for it yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Bright, crystal, blue water fell graciously over the smooth, flat flint stone. The pool of glistening, silvery liquid at the bottom was surrounded by trees and brightly colored flowers. Being no bigger than an average sized Jacuzzi, this little paradise held sway to the young girl. She had stumbled upon this place by accident, following a butterfly.
A bit tall for her age, she reached up to touch a low-hanging branch off of a tree; the butterfly sitting calmly at the tip. Without shaking the branch too much, she slowly lowered the tip and watched the deep, satiny blue butterfly.
Fluttering its wings and twitching its legs, the butterfly was about to fly away when a little, pale hand reached for it. Seeing that the beautiful creature was about to get away, the little girl lashed out quick, grasping the fragile butterfly in one move.
Feeling accomplished, the little girl smiled and looked at her hand, but when she saw the black grime and torn wings on her fingers, she frowned guiltily.
"I'm sorry Mr. Bug! I didn't mean to, honest!" she exclaimed. Looking around, she spotted a patch of dry dirt and ran over to it, digging a hole, "I'll make you a nice grave, so you don't have to worry Mr. Bug! I've gots it all under control!"
Crunched over the hole, she slid the smashed bug off her fingers, careful now of its wings, into the make-shift grave. She watched it as it fell into the dark sand, disappearing and began to re-burry the hole.
After she finished burying the dead bug, she felt a sharp pain at the tip of her finger. Looking down at her hand, there was a stain of butterfly remains and a bright green light. Frowning, the girl shook her hand, thinking that it was a lightning bug that was at the tip of her finger. When it was still there, she rubbed her hands together. Still, the little light was there, it started to light her whole finger a soft green hue.
More pain was followed as the green light started to engulf her left hand. Her heart started to pound as the light trailed up her arm, slowly and taking the pain with it. As it neared her neck, she sprung up from her crouched position, shrieking, and jumped into the small pool of water at the end of the stream.
She opened her eyes under water and stared at the water-life; rainbow colored fishes, rock-like crabs, turtles. As she ran out of breath, she clawed back up to the surface, trying to ignore the painful feeling in her head.
The light hadn't receded at all, it was growing and now her whole body was outlined in white. Her sight became inky and flashing circles appeared in her vision. Crawling out of the water, she curled into a ball, her hands white with the pressure she held her self with.
A gentle, warm breeze went through the unusually, quiet forest. Looking past her pink bangs, she saw the small patch of dirt move. Another wave of pain hit her, and she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Over at the tree, in the little patch of dirt moved again. Sand was shoved to the side as the butterfly crawled out of the "grave" and flew away into the distance, fluttering and twitching to the feel of its chakra loss.