Author's notes:
Heya! I'm C-chan (alias, of course), The author of this fan fiction! Thanks for reading! I hope to get lots of reviews…. So… uh… I got half of this idea from a dream… well, at least the part where Hidan shoves the OC onto the road…Plz R&R! I'll stop rambling now and let you read your story!
Disclaimer. I don't own Naruto. But someday I will… AND WILL RULE THE WORLD ALONGSIDE PEIN (after I kill Madara, of course…)
I woke up to an empty house. I wasn't surprised- no one else lived here, anyway.
I trudged down the spiral staircase that led to my room, and walked down the grand hallway to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.
While an egg was cooking, I took my time, like I did every morning, to observe the house. Huge kitchen, giant hallways, marble columns, a freaking huge tower with a spiral staircase leading up to it from a secret door- my room.
All this really isn't mine. It might seem nice to anyone, but looking at it makes me sick. It is my prison, my spongy white crazy-person-room. Like a human trash bin, except I'm all alone.
This house, a huge Gothic museum look-a-like tucked away in the mountains and hidden by forest, belongs to my uncle. My parents had been arrested only a year before for child abuse and they had dumped me on the "most trustworthy relative" who was my rich, famous Uncle Wyatt.
Apparently Uncle Wyatt didn't want me either- he already had four kids. So he shipped me off to his mountain home in northern Washington.
The guy tried to buy my approval. Checks came in the mail once a month, for clothes, books, electronics, everything. I finally had to tell him to stop. All he said was "Okay, Reena. But let me do one thing for you- I'll pay the bills so you don't have to worry about that, 'kay?" The man made me positively sick. After he said that, my name, in such a sugar-coated way, I changed it. I didn't want to keep the name they gave me anyway. And so that was the death of Reena Hayes sand the birth of Fallyn Rai.
And that pretty much brings us to now. I flipped the egg, and slid it onto a piece of bread. I ate quickly- I had overslept again.
When I finished my breakfast I raced back upstairs to brush my hair and teeth and get dressed. I pulled the brush through the tangled black bush of hair, righting it back into its straight form. I stood in front of the mirror for a couple of seconds, staring at the face that really didn't seem to be mine. Honey-glazed skin, clear complexion, amber eyes with flecks of gray. Dark lashes, too thick for mascara to be necessary. A slender face with a sharp nose and chin, high cheekbones and a sloping nose. Full, pink lips. I didn't deserve a face like that with a past like mine. It was just ironic.
Just to remind myself that my face was not, in fact, perfect, I turned my head so that my left cheek faced the mirror. A long, X-shaped scar-one of many reminders of what life I used to live- crossed under my eyes and filled most of my cheek. I stroked it gently with black fingernails, and with a sudden burst of ferocity I punched the mirror. It shattered, and left my knuckles exposed and bleeding. That's what you get for looking at yourself. You remember. My inner voice said, and I brushed it away. I washed my hands absentmindedly, and bandaged it before slipping back up the spiral staircase to my room.
Black met my eyes, and it was very comforting. Black carpet, black walls, black ceiling, black everything. And the clocks. I had a small obsession with clocks, so they littered my walls and every other open surface- the only digital one was my alarm clock, sitting desolately beside my bed, the red numbers glaring from the small stool that was my bedside table. The floor was spotless, as was the desk, and I nodded in approval. I threw the comforter on my bed over the pillow and went to the small dresser.
Out came a pair of the usual black skinnies and my loyal old high-top converse. I picked out a System of a Down band t-shirt and slipped it on over my head. Grabbing my backpack, I ran out of the house and took off down the road.
School was normal and boring. It wasn't until seventh period, art, that something actually happened. And it wasn't a good thing.
I sat down in my normal seat in the back corner of the class so that I could observe everyone at my leisure. Today was a painting day- I stood again to grab a canvas and some paint before setting to work.
Now, it there is one person that I hate almost as much as my parents and Uncle Wyatt, it's Aubree Kurt. She's just your typical bleach-blonde school Barbie doll, with the sluttiest clothes money can buy, the depth of a fish bowl, and the brainpower of a squirrel. You just gotta hate the preppies.
I don't even know why she was in art. She was only as artistic as her paint spattered shirts, shorts, etc. It was probably because of Ian Rochester, her next target. I felt sorry for the guy, or as sorry as I can feel for someone I barely know.
But for some reason, Aubree just couldn't stand me. For no reason. Maybe she could sense the waves of hatred that rolled off of me every time I lay eyes on her, but someone so shallow would never be expected to hate with such a passion.
It was nearing the end of the period, and I was just finishing up my painting. I had put a lot of effort into the sycamore tree that was captured in canvas in front of me. I laid it down and started to pack up my stuff when Aubree walked by carrying a large tube of red paint. She kicked my desk, sending the painting falling to the floor in front of her, and stepped on it. She slipped on the still-wet paint, ruining the picture, and pitched forward, squeezing the tube and spraying red paint all over my pants and shirt.
She was grinning sadistically. She was proud of herself. It made me so mad, I… I couldn't take it. I started to tremble, then I felt my inner voice take over my mind.
It was like an out-of-body experience. I watched as my fist raise, and I saw my lips move but I heard no sound. My fist came down lighting-fast onto the girl's face, and I was satisfied to hear at least one noise- the sound of her nose cracking to the side from the force of my fist. Blood raced claret-red out of her nose, and she looked up at me with shocked eyes.
Then I ran.
I ran out of the classroom and through the halls, racing down the street and turning on the familiar dirt path into the mountains. Picking up speed, I soon found myself at the fork in the road. The left path went straight to the house, and the right one circled around it and skirted a ravine before meeting up with the left path near the house. I chose the right path- the ravine always calmed me down with the sound of the rushing river below.
Once I calmed down, I walked slowly on the very edge of the ravine, enjoying the feel of the mountain wind on my face. I heard a distant thumping noise, but I couldn't care less at the moment. But the sound only got louder and louder with each passing minute. I picked up my pace, thinking that the thundering noise was really just an oncoming rainstorm.
It all happened so fast. One minute I'm walking, and the next minute two black and red shapes whiz by, brutally shoving me into the ravine. I teetered on the edge for a few terror-filled moments, and saw the shapes stop running and the blurriness finally become the shape of two men.
Two men with Akatsuki cloaks.
I gave a small sound of surprise before falling into the ravine.
Have you ever freefalled? It's the most exhilarating thing ever- especially when your adrenalines up because you are falling to certain death. Those thoughts were running through my mind as I fell down towards the river in the center of the ravine. I was finally embracing death, and closed my eyes peacefully, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, I was caught roughly in midair. Then I was falling again, but this time I was being carried bridal style. I cracked open my eyes to come face to face with a large black Akatsuki cloud- a man's chest. I looked up to see who had caught me, and gasped quietly in surprise.
It was Pein. Piercings, Rinnegan, orange hair. He landed on the edge of the river and looked down at me. Then I realized I was being carried bridal style by the leader of a group of S-ranked criminal ninjas, and Judo-punched him in the center of his chest.
That, he was not expecting. I was dropped very quickly and rolled away just in time to avoid a vicious kick aimed at my gut.
Two shapes landed beside them- the two from the top of the ravine. I identified them as Hidan and Kakuzu. Kakuzu was whacking Hidan upside the head, so I figured it was Hidan who "accidentally" pushed me into the ravine. I stood up and brushed myself off, shaking the last traces of adrenaline out of me. Keeping a good seven meter radius away from Pein, I quietly observed them all.
"What the fuck, Kakuzu? Cut it out, you bastard!" yelled Hidan, trying desperately to land a punch of his own and failing. Kakuzu silently continued his onslaught. Pein watched me watching them, and I shivered a little at his piercing (haha, puns) gaze. I kept this up for a few more moments before turning to meet his dull purple eyes.
"What?"
Omniscient POV (this is how its going to be written from this point forward)
"What?" the tall girl said, meeting Pein's odd eyes with her own. Her voice was surprisingly low for a girl's- kind of like a twelve year old boy before puberty. As she turned her head away from the other two quarrelling members, an X-shaped scar became visible on her left cheek. Pein looked at it for a moment before a very small, malicious grin spread across his face. He put a hand to his ear- a radio- and said "Target captured. Meet at the house in five minutes."
Ending notes:
Ooh, a cliffy! Sorry for the short chapter, but I needed to stop and organize my ideas. R&R plz, and flames are actually appreciated here, what with "constructive criticism" and all that crap. Tell me if I did anything wrong. I will love ma reviewers, so REVIEW or I'll set Pein on your sorry asses! XD