A long time ago a demon fox with nine tails existed. When those tails swung they
destroyed mountains and caused tsunamis. To counter it, the people gathered
ninjas. One ninja sealed the monster in a life or death battle and died. That ninja
was known as the Fourth Hokage.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Naruto. This is a nonprofitable piece
done only because I love the fiction it's sprung from.
"Setsuki!"
Most of her strength was spent, but she lifted up her head.
"Give it just one more push. The head is almost out."
Lifting up onto her elbows she mustered up what she had and pushed.
"That's it. Here she comes."
With the head free the rest of the baby's body slid out quickly. They wrapped the child and wiped it's face clean.
"The second one is always easier." A nurse mused as she patted the mother's forehead with a wet cloth. Setsuki fell unto her back, she felt so tired, but her body warmed at the sound of synchronized cries.
"They're the same sex. It'll make things easier." The doctor noted towards the nurse, before directing his attention to the mother. "Which child would you like to hold?"
"Both."
"I would advise against it. Don't get attached to both. It'll only make the choice harder." He lectured. Having done this hundreds of times already he knew all too well the circumstance.
"I want to see them both." Setsuki pressed.
The nurse gave a solemn sigh, but placed both infants into the curves of Setsuki's arms.
"My babies."
"It's too bad Jet is out on a mission right now." The nurse placed a gentle hand on Setsuki's shoulder. "This is hard to do on your own."
For months other mothers had told her that making the choice wouldn't be so hard. Even her husband had done his best to convince her. It was obvious they'd lied. As she held their tiny bodies and looked in their faces Setsuki felt no wave of clarity. There was no easy way to choose which child lived and which she had to say goodbye to. She studied them. She noticed every wrinkled of skin was different between them. Two separate children.
"Have you decided?" The doctor's calm voice sent a chill down Setsuki's back, but she pulled her babies close and shared a kiss with each. No one was going to take away this moment from her.
"Yes." She noticed one child's head was slipping and adjusted her, moving her closer. "I choose…"
"I should have known you'd be just as stupid."
The window across from the bed blew open and a man stepped in.
"My brother's wife has a hard choice, doesn't she?" He stepped further into the room. "Allow me to made it easier for you." He smiled and then moved.
He swooped past the nurses and doctor, slitting their throats with a kunai. Setsuki held her girls close to her breast, but she knew most of her strength was gone. Biting down hard on her lip, she rubbed her finger in the blood. She was slow though. Hovering over her, he grabbed her hand and crushed her fingers.
She noticed her infant slipping down and gasped. His large hand scooped up the child.
"Please don't kill her."
"Oh?" His raised his eyebrows, snickered, and then grabbed the other child from her. "I won't kill this one." He motioned. "The one you were going to let die."
He claimed. "The other. Well...I might let it die quickly." With those parting words he rushed out the window he'd entered from and was gone.
"No…" Setsukie tried to lift herself from her bed when she felt a sharp pain scorch through her body. She looked down at her thigh and noticed the needle.
"When had he?" Another sharp pain erupted through her body. She cried out as another nurse rushed into the room. She skidded to a halt and turned her body toward the door.
"Get help!" she screamed out into the hallway. "What the hell happened?" She asked Setsuki.
When no immediate replay came the nurse lifted her head from the massacre on the floor. Setsuki's body was slumped over. Her eyes were open, but it was obvious to the nurse that she'd gone.
Closing words: Thanks for reading! I've not wrote a fanfiction in a while and I've almost forgotten how fun they can be. This is a revamp, sort of, of an older fiction which I have removed. That said, please enjoy the story I'm going to tell. I look forward to entertaining you all with a good tale. Criticism is welcome, but could be better spent on Fiction Press. I'm not going to make money off of this, so I'm not going to think too hard about the writing style. Apologies in advance to the trolls/flamers.