Welcome my friends to the first chapter of Prophecy of the black sand! Badahbaaaaa! –Throws confetti- I made up most of this story in school! I'd be sitting there working on my math or something boring, and I'd come up with another idea. I'd then take out a piece of paper and write it down! Then when I decided to type it, I'd modify it declaring to the story line and all that. It was hard because I got caught a few times and my work was thrown away, but thanks to me working on my stories in class, my councilor saw how much and good I wrote, and got me a scholarship to the biggest arts high school in Indiana! Man I can't wait to get outta seventh then eighth grade! Ahem….So this story is like, 12 years later.
Anyway, sorry for ranting so much peoples, I'm just really syked about all this. –Sweat bead- So um, enough of me blabbing my big mouth. Let us now begin the story!!! Yaaaaaaa! –Walks away-
Part 1
Somewhere on the border of the Land of fire and the land of waves, there is a lake that stretches for smiles across each territory. It is used for many things, like boating and trading items to other lands. It is probably the only place that is currently not effected by the Great War between the cloud, mist, leaf, and sand villages. Beside the lake is a small doc with an INN beside it where sailors can stop and rest before getting on their way. The INN has many workers. Most of the works are children that became orphans due to the war and needed a place to live and eat. The Doc master, Shinshuo, had agreed to take them all in and treat them like his own children.
Today was an especially nice day as summer had already begun. The water was gently flowing up against the lake shore, washing away the grime and pebbles from its sandy beaches. The grass was a bright emerald green that reflected the suns brilliant raze. Everything looked like a jewel inside of a treasure box, with the sun being the golden glory of it all. One thing stood out against the colors however. A reddish color, like a ruby.
A young boy, maybe around the age of twelve, sat on the dock with his shoes of, resting his feet in the cool water. His spiky hair was a deep rich red coloration, like blood. His skin was as pale as the moon itself, which matched with his eyes perfectly. His eyes…his eyes were a silvery white color, with gray outlining them. He had the oddest appearance you could expect, even though he was very handsome for someone his age.
He sighed as the cool water lapped at his feet, relaxing him for working all day. He was exhausted! He had had to clean the bathrooms, the kitchen, and half the bedrooms! Shinshuo was more like a slave driver then a foster father! Of course, he wasn't the only one who had it though. The other kids that lived here also had it bad, and he felt sorry for all of them. If they made it to adulthood, they would all leave this place and find a nice home in one of the hidden villages. Yes, that was his dream. To become an amazing shinobi!
But like that could ever happen to someone like him, as Shinshuo constantly reminded him. According to the doc master, he was just a pathetic little boy who no body wanted. He was told that he was a doorstep baby, no parents or anything. In short, he was a pathetic orphan who could never amount to anything in his entire lifetime. That was what he had been raised to believe. He had never really believed that, but sometimes, it was hard none the less.
If only one day, someone, preferably a ninja, would come and take him away from this boring old doc. He would be taken to one of the great ninja villages and be raised as a ninja's son! He would be taught all of the traditional ways of the ninja, and become a Kage! Any Kage would suit, just…
"Michiru-kun!"
He looked up to see a girl with long blonde hair tied into a braid that fell over her shoulder. Her eyes were bright blue with tint of forest green specked into them. She wore a friendly expression on her face as she rushed up to him. He noticed that her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked embarrassed. He couldn't say why, but she always acted like that.
"Hey there, Hiraku," He said happily, raising a hand in greeting, "Just got of your work shift?"
She nodded and sat down beside him, smiling.
Michiru had been close friends with Hiraku ever since they were little. When they were younger and she had cried, he would comfort her and calm her down. She was like a sister to him, and he always wanted to be there to protect her. If he could have anyone on his ninja team, he'd want her especially.
"Shinshuo-sama is angry," She informed him, "He said he found a piece of grit on one of the toilet seats, and he's looking for you."
"I don't care," He muttered, "I'll use my ninja abilities on that old slave driver, just you wait!"
"You don't have ninja abilities."
"One day I will, just you wait and see!"
Hiraku sighed and looked up at the bright blue sky, "Remember when we were kids and we used to play ninja out here, with the others?"
"How could I forget?" He asked, smiling, "That was so fun."
"Yes well, those day are over, Michiru-kun!" She tried to comply with him, "We're not little kids anymore. We have to do the work around here to be able to eat and survive! You can't be sitting around dreaming of things that will never happen, it won't end goodly! Remember what happened last time Shinshuo-sama caught you daydreaming?"
Michiru placed a hand over the large bruise on his arm, "How could I forget that?" He growled. Shinshuo had punched him hard in the arm numerous times for daydreaming about becoming a ninja. What were his parents, if he had any, thinking by sending him here?
"Then stop it," She said, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Let's get back inside and finish cleaning up so that Shinshuo-sama won't get angry with us, okay?" She tried to smile reassuringly, but her attempt to cheer her friend up, failed miserably.
Michiru snorted and turned away from her, frowning. "All I ever wanted with my life was to have a mom and dad, and to be a successful ninja, a Kage even! I don't care which village, I just want a good home, Hiraku! I want to get away from this annoying lifestyle, and be a strong honorable ninja. If I don't live up to my expectations, what can I believe anymore? Is all hope lost just because I'm and orphan who no one cares about?" He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, glaring at the water.
"People do care about you," Said Hiraku quickly, "L-like well, uh…"
"Besides you, Hiraku."
"Oh…" She fell silent.
"See, that's what I mean," He murmured. He sighed, and got to his feet, "C'mon, we'd better be getting back to work." He stood and walked back of towards the INN, head down, and hands in his pockets.
"Hey there crybaby, whatchya doin?"
Michiru groaned and turned to face the newcomer.
The older boy had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail, and dazzling blue eyes. He had a teasing smirk playing across his lips as he watched Michiru, his eyes narrowed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was leaning against the doorway.
"What do you want, Arai?" Michiru growled.
"You been leaving me to do all your work," Arai replied angrily, "I mean…'the hell's wrong with you Michi?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Think you're better then me?"
"Don't call me that."
"What, Michi? Does Michi just wanna become a stupid 'ol ninja, eh?"
Michiru lunged at Arai who yelped and hurried away. Hiraku grabbed Michiru and made him clam down, "Stop," She warned, "That cowed isn't worth the time!"
He pulled his arm out of her grasp and stomped back into the INN.
"There you brats are!"
Michiru looked up to see a portly man hurrying toward him. He had mousy brown hair and he was balding. His fat stomach stuck out from his high pulled tacky pants and white tank top. One word described the doc master and INN keeper. EW.
"Where were you," Shinshuo snapped angrily.
"Outside on the doc," Muttered Michiru, looking away.
Shinshuo grabbed his red hair and forced him to look at him, "Look at me when you're talking to me, parasite!"
"I was on the doc!" Michiru shouted in his face.
Shinshuo threw the teenager from him with such force, that Michiru almost knocked Hiraku who had walked in behind him. The older man glared at the two kids, his eyes narrowed. After a moment, he turned and stomped away.
"Why I put up with it…why I even took you rats in, why did I do it? Hoho, it's because I'm too nice!" He growled as he left.
"Are you ok?" Asked Hiraku, helping Michiru to his feet.
"Fine," He grumbled, rubbing his shoulder painfully.
"You really pissed him of," Noted Arai, coming out from his hiding place behind the check in/out desk.
"Oh who asked you?" Snapped Michiru. The redhead sighed and leaned on the wall, staring out of the window, "I want to get out of here, so bad…" He whispered longingly.
"Don't think you're the only one," Arai informed him, "We're all orphans here, and we all want to get away, don't you know?"
"I though I told you to shut up?"
"I'm not gonna listen to a shrimp like you!"
Hiraku sighed and watched the two argue, her blonde bangs falling into her eyes. She was the only one here who didn't want to find her origins. Even though Shinshuo treated them horribly, she didn't want to leave the friends she had made here, for some family. Not like she wanted a family of bossy adults anyway. That just wasn't her style. She crossed her arms and frowned.
Arai snorted and turned away from them, crossing his arms, "Whatever, I'm gonna go get somethin to eat! You can starve for all I care, Michi!" He hurried up the stairs before Michiru could respond.
For a reason he could not explain, Michiru had always had a fiery temper and many mood swings. He could look perfectly calm and sane, but when he was angry, his voice sparked something that sent chills up every bodies spines. He could be ominous sometimes, and was a natural leader. Well, in his own opinion at least, that is.
"You know what Hiraku," He said suddenly.
"What?"
"Sometimes I really think about killing Arai."
She smiled and walked over to him, "You can't do that," She told him, "Then Shinshuo would kill you."
"Yeah, so?"
Hiraku shook her head and looked out of the door, "It's almost noon," She said absently, "That means the battles should be resuming soon, right?"
"Yeah," He said absently, nodding slowly, "I wonder when this war is gonna end."
She shrugged, "Dunno, but I hope it does."
"Yeah," He nodded slowly, "And if this place is ever attacked, I hope that Shinshuo dies in the mess of all it!"
Hiraku laughed, "Yeah, that would take a load of our back right?"
"Damn straight."
A huge explosion blew about twelve ninja of their post and into the water. The others dodged quickly and took shelter behind a huge barrier that had been summoned up. The cloud village was definitely difficult to deal with, but they would keep on pursuing them and fighting, as were the instructions of their leader, Lord Kazekage.
A man around the age of thirty-one leapt onto a sand dune, his black eyes narrowed against the bright sunlight. He could see the enemy advancing forward as his ninja recovered from the huge explosion. "Keep at it," He ordered, "We promised Kazekage-sama we'd protect the village, let's stay true to our words!"
"Kankuro!" An older man leapt down beside the other, his lips formed into a tight frown, "I sent for reinforcements to come from the village."
"I think that's be best Baki," Kankuro growled, his eyes scanning the battle field, "We're running low on men. We just need to stop this attack, then we ca head on back to the village."
"Do you think you'll be able to stand it if I go for a bit?" Baki asked curiously, looking at the puppeteer.
"C'mon, I'm not that pathetic!" Kankuro groaned, rubbing his nose angrily, "I just need to kick it up a knock is all." He shrugged as though it was nothing particularly hard.
"Good, then I'll be back soon," Baki made a hand sign and vanished.
"Having fun Kankuro?" Asked a man from atop a rock. He had short brown hair with black dog like eyes. Speaking of dogs, a fairly large one was sitting right beside him. It woofed and watched enemy like a hawk.
"Aw stuff if Kiba," Snapped Kankuro, "This is no time to be foolin!" He stuck his hand under his hat and rubbed his head. "This damn war is so damn annoying and shit…I just want it to be over!"
"Hey, the leaf village is effected by this to," Kiba commented, "Tsunada-sama's been in a right state these past days. You're just lucky she had the nerves enough to send us down to help you lot."
"Yah, thanks for just sitting there!"
"Oh, you're so mean!"
"Just stuff it!" Kankuro pulled out his scroll and activated Crow. He connected his chakra lines and glared over the sand walls at the enemy. They better stand down, before the fury of the Kazekage was unleashed. Kankuro really didn't want to see him come down here. Then, everyone in the radius would be dead. The Kazekage had been fairly pissed lately.
"They ain't backing down!" Warned Kiba.
Kankuro groaned, "Perfect!"
Kiba sighed and scratched his head, "This is very bothersome, but I am glad that we're on the same side. 'Cuz yah know, you sand ninja can be pretty scary as enemies."
Kankuro smirked and looked out toward the enemy.
The two shinobi glared straight out at the enemy, waiting and praying that reinforcements would come to back them up. If they didn't then damn it they'd be screwed. Any reinforcements, just not the Kazekage.
Michiru retreated into his bedroom, if you could call it that. It was actually a broom closet, large compared to the other rooms which were small cots in corners. It had always confused him why Shinshuo had given him a bigger room then everybody else. He sighed and sat down on the bed, wincing as he did so. It was so hard and just, unpleasant.
The only thing he had as a memory of his parents, was a small locket that he kept under his rock hard pillows. He pulled it out and clicked it open. There was a picture of a baby on the inside, him apparently. The other picture must have been a picture of his mother, but it had been burned out. He had never gotten to see the face that was on that picture.
He sighed and closed the locket slowly. If one day he grew powerful and left this wretched place, he would do one thing before anything else. Find out about his past. For all he knew, his parents could be wanted criminals! He didn't care. He just wanted to know who they were.
He had had so many memories in this place and had so many friends, but they would never pass for a true family. Sometimes he though about running away, but with the war going on and all, he had no where to run to. It was sad really, that he was reduced to living in this scum hole.
He looked out the small window to see that the sun was setting, almost bed time. He hid the locket under his pillow again and lay down on the bed. He clicked out the light and closed his eyes tight, dreaming of the family he knew was out there, just waiting for him.
Short I know, but it is the first chapter!!!! So yeah, no Gaara or Hinata in this chapter, but they'll be here later! Yay Kankuro however! And Michiru, Hiraku, and Arai! I hadn't announced who the other two ey? Dun worry, they'll pay a bigger part then you think.
So until chapter two, then…-walks into incinerator-
