I am so intent upon writing my very own Naruto fic, that I have the first few paragraphs of like seven different failed attempts here on my computer. This is what has come from my many attempts at Naruto greatness.
I know it kind of sucks, just go along with it. And yes, I know I have a very big OC addiction, but they don't have support groups for that kind of thing, so shove it. Uh, and read Buried Truths by BROdreamsKEN. It goes along with this story. Kind of. This is sort of just my OC's background. It may be bad to read it just yet, though…
Disclaimer: All Naruto stuff belongs, sadly, to Kishimoto Masashi
I'm on the run. I, Rei Saruwatari, am on the run from the most notorious ninja in the whole world and I have no idea how I escaped from him.
Let me tell you the story, first. I'll start at the beginning.
It was a pretty crappy day in Kusa. I was working (I work at a grocery store, so I see every one) when he came. I didn't know who he was at first, I'd never seen him. He asked me where he could find fresh meat. I told him we didn't carry it here, he'd have to go down to Shakegure's, the butcher down the street.
That was when he told me that I would do.
I asked what he meant by that, but he didn't reply with words, just a maniacal grin.
There aren't words to describe the terror I felt when it hit me that he meant that he was going to use me as fresh meat.
I asked if he was a cannibal and he laughed at me.
I am no ninja. There was nothing I could do when he reached over the counter and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me onto his shoulder before we left the village in a flash.
When we finally stopped, he threw me down on the ground, surrounded by people dressed in the same outfit as he. He told me not to move, not to talk, not to scream, and, if possible, not to breathe.
Obediently, I tried to hold my breath as I looked around at the crowd. There was, of course, him, with his long black hair, narrow eyes, sickly pale skin, and, most importantly, his snake eyes. There was also the man with the long silver ponytail and glasses. Next to them was a boy, about my age, with longish black hair and black eyes. There was another man, this one was big and kind of fat, for a ninja, with oddly cut red hair. Three more of the crowd were men, one with shoulder length, grey hair and pale skin, and another of his own head on his back. The next had longer, more even, white hair with a longer piece in the front, wrapped in a red cloth, and two red dots above his eyes. There was also a dark man with a black ponytail and his head covered, with six arms. He reminded me of a spider and I held back a scream. Have I mentioned that I'm deathly afraid of spiders? Lastly, there was the single girl, with red, shoulder length hair, a piece hanging in her face, and a hat.
"Orochimaru, are you sure of this?" asked the silver haired nin unsurely. "She's not even that strong. She's not a ninja, just a grocer."
"I am sure, Kabuto. Do you doubt me?"
"No."
The black haired boy shifted. "I don't understand. Why is this girl here?"
Orochimaru smiled his horrid smile and I cringed. He bent down to my face and grabbed my chin. "She carries great potential. We can use her, I am sure of it."
"No, really!" I burst. "I'm useless! Weak and… and… I'm not smart or anything and… I don't have any training! You can't use me! I don't have any potential! I'm really useless! Please!"
"Hush, child." Orochimaru snapped. I bit my tongue. "You have no idea what kind of potential you have, but I have seen it in you. You will stay with us and reach that potential, then you will serve me. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Sasuke, you are in charge of her training."
"What?" asked the black haired ninja. "I have to train her from the very first, all on my own? That's impossible! She's too old!"
Orochimaru shot him a glare that shut his mouth instantly. "You will do it. There is no better way to learn than to teach. Now do I hear an argument?"
"No, Orochimaru-sama," Sasuke mumbled.
"Good. Back to your training, everyone." I noticed him turn to Kabuto and say, "Keep an eye on those two, Kabuto. I want you to make sure they do as they were told."
Sasuke pulled me up off the ground roughly. "What's your name?" ha asked.
"Rei Yakushi."
"Alright, from here on out, you're to call me Sasuke- sensei. Got that?"
"Excuse me? Oh, no. you are to call me Rei- sama. I'm older than you."
Sasuke glared at me. It wasn't him I was afraid of; it was Spiderman and Snakey- sama. He was the perfect person to take out anger and fear on.
"It doesn't matter. I'm teaching you, so you're going to call me Sasuke- sensei! Besides, how could you even know how old I am?"
"I'm psychic. That's why he brought me here. So there."
"You're not psychic and I'm not teaching you unless you call me Sasuke- sensei."
Kabuto walked up. "Yes, you are, Sasuke. You will teach her, regardless."
Sasuke huffed and looked away as I smiled. Let it be known now, Sasuke is a face. A big fat face. I'm going to beat him with a sack of potatoes one day. But not today. Today I'm talking to you. Any what…
Sasuke glared at me. "What was your name again?" he asked.
"Rei -sama."
"I am not calling you sama!"
"Fine." I sat on the ground at that point.
"Rei -san? What are you doing? R- Rei -san?"
"Who? What? Who are you talking to, Sasu-KUN?"
"Rei -san! Stop it!"
"Hm?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "What is happening here? Didn't I tell you two to get training?"
I jumped up and away from Orochimaru. "Yes, sir," I squeaked.
He smiled at me and I cringed. He is so scary.
Sasuke led me to a clearing and told me he was going to test me.
"What do you mean, 'test me'? Like, a pop quiz?"
Suddenly, a kunai, flew at my face. I shrieked and hit the deck.
Sasuke was on me in nothing flat, sitting on my back and pinning me, holding back my wrists. "You're pathetic."
"You're a ninja, I work at a grocery store. This is so not fair. Get off, Sasu –kun. You're crushing me."
He growled and got off. "Stand up, Rei –san."
"Who?"
"Not now! Stand up!"
For a second there, he actually scared me, so I did. He came at me again, slower this time, but still entirely to fast for me. He landed a punch in my chest, knocking the breath out of me. I fell, but got back up with a vengeance.
I waited for him to come again, then, as soon as I saw him move, I ducked, grabbed his leg, and bit him. (You thought I was gonna do something cool didn't you? I get the feeling you're overestimating me a bit here.)
"Ow! What are you doing! Stop it! Rei! Stop it! Let go!"
I finally did. "You hit me."
"Yeah, so? You bit me!"
"You hit me first!"
"So you bit me?"
"Yes."
He rolled his eyes and walked away a bit. "You drew blood."
"I know."
He glared at me, then looked around. "Pick up that rock," he said.
I looked at him strangely. "A rock? Why?"
"Just do it."
I looked around. There were like fifty rocks. "Which rock? There's a bunch."
He pointed. The rock of choice was pretty big, but nothing I couldn't handle. I'd picked up kids bigger than that. And dog food. Dog food is flipping heavy.
I walked over and picked up his stupid rock, then walked back and dropped it at his feet. "Happy? You got your stupid rock, now, you sissy."
Sasuke shook the shock from his face and replaced it with anger. "I am not a sissy!"
"If you couldn't go get this stupid rock yourself, then you are a big fat sissy-face, pansy-pants, crappy-ninja-thing. Loser."
"Hey! You can't call me that! I call Naruto that! Don't call me that!"
I rolled my eyes. "I thought ninjas were smart."
"Which rules you out."
"I know, right? I am not cut out for this!"
The rest of the day, I got hit a lot. I also lifted quite a few rather large things.
"Come on, Rei-san. Can't you even pick up a branch?"
"THIS IS NOT A BRANCH! IT IS A FALLEN TREE!"
"And you called me a sissy? You can't even get a stupid piece of wood off the ground."
I leapt at him, then.
Let it be known- Ninjas are not good people to attack unless you are, in fact, a ninja.
It happened so quick, I wasn't even sure it had happened, but I think, when I leapt, he moved, grabbed me around the legs, and slammed me into the ground. I didn't move for a minute, partly out of shock, but mostly out of pain. I didn't realize the full extent of the damage to my body until I coughed up blood.
Someone other than Sasuke was talking then, conversing in low growls and hisses.
"Rei-san. Get up," Sasuke commanded.
I tried to tell him to shut his fat face, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Get up!" Sasuke said again.
"She can't, you imbecile!" Kabuto said, picking me up. "You can't treat her that way! She is not a ninja yet. Rei-san, can you talk to me?" We were walking then, headed back to the village.
I tried to tell him I was fine, but again, the words were stuck.
"Kabuto, what happened?" asked an unfamiliar voice.
"Sasuke," he replied, not stopping.
I hoped they had a medic nin somewhere in this place…
I've decided to murder Sasuke. It's unforgivable, what he did. I'm not exactly sure exactly what it was, but it caused me a lot of pain.
I have learned some things here in Oto, this village.
1.) Being a ninja is painful.
2.) I really don't want to be a ninja.
3.) Ninjas are mean. At least these ones are. And most of all…
4.) I am not cut out for this.
Sasuke was sitting in my room when I woke up. He was not happy.
"Sasu-kun?" I asked, groggily.
"Stop calling me that!" he snapped.
I looked around. I seemed to be in something to the effect of a hut.
"Where am I?"
"This is your… house."
"What are you doing in here?"
Sasuke spoke through his teeth. "I'm… responsible for you." He was pissed.
I groaned and sat up.
"You took forever healing. You've been out for two days."
I glared at him. "It's your own fault, moron. I work at a GROCERY STORE. I am not a ninja."
"You're going to be one," said a high, cold voice from beside the door.
I yelped and jumped, nearly falling out of the bed.
Orochimaru heaved off of the wall and headed toward me. "You have potential, Rei-chan. You will do well. You have a strong teacher."
I gulped and choked back tears. "I don't want to," I replied weakly.
Orochimaru chuckled. "I don't care, Rei-chan. You will do as I tell you, or you will die. Understood?"
I nodded.
Orochimaru nodded and leaned forward like he was a father giving his young daughter a kiss good night. And then the psycho licked me.
Yes, you read that right. And it isn't a typo either. He licked me. He stuck out his too-long tongue and licked the left side of my face from jaw to forehead.
Freak.
It was at that moment that I figured it out.
I needed to become a ninja if I wanted to get away. I had to do it fast and I had to do it well…
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Also, I have another Naruto Story, Lying Awake. Go read it. It's amazing. Brandi tell them!
