This will be my first Naruto fanfic, actually it's my first fanfic ever. I'm not really sure how the story will develop from here on, but I'll try my best to make it interesting. Since this is my first time publishing a story, I'd really appreciate your guys' feedback. I'm pretty optimistic, so even if you tell me it sucked, I'm sure i could handle it! XD
At first when I came up with the idea to this story it started out as a romance...Wait before you even think about it- no, not with Orochimaru! Not that I have anything against him either, but still that was simply out of the question for me. The only problem was I had such a hard time deciding who to pair my OC with, so the story took a drastic change into the tragedy, and I sure do hope it was for the better.
SILENT SUFFERING
I can't be more than half awake right now. I am exhausted, as though I've been worn out for ages. A gentle breeze sweeps across the fields. It is a very crisp and cold wind. I lift my head and stare in awe. Not a single grass of green could be seen, for the fields were covered. They were covered in snow. It is tempting. I myself would like to go and make snow angels in that snow or perhaps have a snowball fight. I try to move but find myself unable to. How childish of me to think of such things as snow angles and snowball fights. Instead I stay where I am and watch the snowflakes fall. They seem to float in midair, as though time had stopped and they didn't give a care in the world. So silent, I cannot hear them. In fact I hear nothing at all. The whole hillside is quiet. Is it because Mother Nature too, is amazed by this scene's tranquil beauty? It has an air of mystery, this feeling I get from watching the flakes fall, but cold it is still.
I feel my body going numb as another gust of wind sweeps by. What a painful feeling this is, but I cannot escape it. I'm surrounded by a blistering cold and never ending sea of red as far as my eyes can see. Almost as if th-…sea of red? Red? That's impossible. There is no reason for the snow to be red. Yet, there before my very own eyes was a puddle of deep red. I gasp. Blood? Why would there be blood here? Thoughts rush through my mind, I struggle to lift my hand, and hold my head in pain. I flinch as I touch my forehead. I am bleeding. Bleeding…do I have a head injury?
After a moment of thought I came to my senses. How could I have possibly forgotten? The impact of retrieving my memories gave me quite a shock. My eye lids begin to feel heavy. How could I have forgotten for even a minute? How long have I been here, unable to move? It was only the beginning of fall, the first day of the incident that is, but now it is surely winter. I feel the rest of my energy draining. I shut my eyes. Is that footsteps I hear? They surely must be. Will I be saved? Yes, most definitely, I will be rescued and then I can start a new life…That word, life, it feels so empty. That word can't possibly mean anything to me now; after all, you could say that I died a long, long time ago. The footsteps stop. They are going in another direction, fading. I try to call out to those steps. I only struggle to find myself coughing up blood. Please come back, I think to myself.
What have I done wrong, how long must I suffer…?
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Footsteps are to be heard in the distance. The snow crunches softly as two shinobi make their way across an endless field of snow. The younger of the shinobi speaks, "So tell me, why are we here again?" His question received no reply. The other shinobi kept walking; he simply ignored the boy that walked beside him. He seemed determined about something, or perhaps he was just being rude. The younger shinobi adjusted his glasses and asked once more. The boy couldn't be any older than twelve, thirteen at the most. It could be seen on his childlike expression as he walked, his grey hair swaying in the wind. His companion stopped and looked at him. This shinobi was not young at all, and there was certainly nothing childlike about him. His long black hair wavered behind him as he stared at the boy with his snake like eyes. After glaring at him for awhile, he turned and started walking the opposite direction.
"Lord Orochimaru, where are we going?" the boy quickly caught up with him. The shinobi named Orochimaru sneered, "If you continue being such a nuisance, Kabuto, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Kabuto stopped walking, his face turned pale as he looked ahead. Orochimaru looked at him, "What's wrong, my threats have never affected you before." Kabuto raised his arm and pointed ahead of him, his gaze was empty. Orochimaru looked around to see what had caught his attention.
He smirked at the sight, "Death is something you'll need to get use to…if you plan on continuing to assist me, that is." He looked at the corpse. It was the corpse of a girl, and she was hanging from the branches of a tree. Her body swayed, lifeless, as another gust of wind swept across the area. Kabuto came to his senses and cleared his throat. He acted as if it didn't bother him at all, he than looked at Orochimaru and smirked as well.
"You're wrong," he said "that girl, she is still very much alive." Orochimaru had an expression of surprise on his face, but only for a second.
"Do you mean to tell me, that that very much lifeless corpse ahead of us could still be of use…?" he asked unable to believe what he had just said. Kabuto nodded.
"In that case, let's go have a look." Orochimaru made his way over to the tree; Kabuto followed behind. As they made their way to the tree, Kabuto noticed the puddle of blood that had formed under the girl. He traced the blood back to the wound on her head.
"It seems that she was hit multiple times before being hanged." He said examining her other cuts and bruises. "It's pretty sad, she doesn't seem any older than the age of four or five." He looked over at Orochimaru, who was also in thought.
"Cut off the ropes." he said, "We'll take her back to the base." Orochimaru started walking once again. Kabuto quickly cut off the ropes around the girl's neck, with one of his kunai knives, and followed behind Orochimaru, carrying her along with them.
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