Hello! So, this is a Naruto story that I am working on with Iris no Lillys, if you like this story, just know that this story is a combination of work from me and her. This chapter is more of a teaser then anything. Next chapter is the first actual chapter.
Hello! My name is Seiko Akiyama. I'm 29 years old and I live in England. As you can tell from my name, I'm not British but I've lived here all my life. Well, guess I should tell you my story, huh?
It was a normal Wednesday night, and I was on my way home from work . My job is drawing manga. I've loved anime and manga all my life, hence the job. I'm incredibly lucky to be working for my passion, and the income was a fair amount.
One of my favorite animes is Naruto - you know, the one with the blond boy with the demon fox in him. I love that anime! I have posters, plushies, manga... even a crush on two of the guys in it. I know they're not real, but I can't help love Gaara and adoring Hidan. We even have the same religion!
I'm a devout Jashin follower. I have a pendent like Hidan's, as well as a cursed katana called Kakusareta. I also have scrolls like they use in the anime, handmade of course. Why do I have them? Well I make my own jutsu. I write them down as well as what they do, what rank they are, how to use them, what element it is, but that isn't all. I made an information scroll on everyone I knew of and liked in the anime, and all their info, from their blood type to what jutsu they used, was on them... I have a lot of spare time okay.
In another scroll I have Taijutsu, from all the clans and some others. And then there's the book on plants for making poisons, antidotes, and for seasonings... Also the big book I made for summons - if I had them, what they would look like, what their specialty was, and all their strength and weaknesses. Ah... I got off track!
Anyways, I was walking home around midnight when out of nowhere I was pulled into an ally. In the darkness I could make out the shape of a hooded figure. It was obviously a man from the low rasp of his voice as he screamed at me.
Problem was, he was screaming in Spanish. Wasn't I just the luckiest person on earth? Walking home minding my own business when I get yelled at and possibly threatened for my life or worse? By the way I said that you're probably thinking I was really calm when this happened. Ha! You're so wrong. I was terrified, my heart was pounding painfully in my chest as I tried to tug my arm away from his grip, but it wouldn't budge! "Let go of me! Let the f*** go of me! What do you want you b***?!" I yelled. He let go of me momentarily as he reached into his pocket for something. But I wasn't going to stick around to find out what it was, so I took the chance to run away.
I only managed to turn around before my back and chest exploded with pain. Through the searing pain, I was confused as to what hit me. My head tilted down slowly, and I saw the cold gleam of a knife sticking out of my chest. Blood was spurting out onto my numb hands, the crimson liquid soaking into and running down my hoodie. I didn't even have the time to scream before it happened, and afterward i was in too much pain to scream.
The man yanked the knife out of me, causing me to topple backwards and wince in even more pain. I can faintly see him rummaging through my bag and running away with my wallet. Great, just stab me and take my wallet, thanks. I tried to curl up on the hard concrete ground, but just like the blood flowing from my chest, I could feel my energy leave my body. Slowly, the pain was fading, and I knew that wasn't a good thing. Wasn't someone going to help me? My eyes looked to the opening of the ally and there was no one there, even with my vision slowly going black I could tell that.
'This is how I die, huh? Mugged and killed in an ally? Wonderful,' I thought bitterly.
My body was getting so cold. I wanted to shiver, but I didn't even have the strength left for that anymore. Then, suddenly, my body felt like it was several hundred pounds, yet I was being pulled up. So, I was really going to die here. As my eyes closed against my will, I wondered about who is going to take care of Chilly.
And that, my friends, is the story of how I died.
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