A/N: Please keep in mind that this story is a post-over from Wattpadand this version does not have all the things the Wattpad one does (such as italics, attachment photos, etc.)
This version is also unedited, so the first fourchapters in particular have many grammatical mistakes. Few word changes have been made as well.
The best place to read is Wattpad, however you are free to read wherever you prefer.
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the story!
"But Sir-" I'm cut off by the angry sound of a fist against his desk. I winced under his glare and refused to lift my head, remaining in my bowed-position on the floor in front of him.
"There are no exceptions to the program!" He roared. I'm pretty sure I saw one of the guards flinch at his anger. I stayed silent, not daring to move a muscle, "Dismissed."
With that, I quickly made my way out of his office, avoiding all eye contact with him. I could practically feel his glare seeping into the back of my head though.
I grumbled to myself as I walked the streets of the quiet village. Had I asked too much? Is it too much to ask to be dismissed of my ninja duties?
Ninjas in this land don't go far. We're poorly trained and use cheap weapons because that's all our land can afford. When we're sent on missions against other lands and villages, we just end up dying.
To say you are a ninja in my land is the equivalent of saying you are a sacrificial piece of the Village of Dreams.
I took a deep breath of the moderately cool air as I walked back to my home. People stared at me when I passed. They would turn to their families and friends, murmuring things while keeping their eyes locked on me.
I knew they were feeling bad for me. Of the 500 people in this village, only 25 or so are ninja. Most of our decently trained Shinobi died during the war. We're not sent on missions very often, most of our time is spent training, in the event our villageis
/attacked.
Of that 25, 10 are ninjas in training. 4 teens and 6 children. The other teens are the only people who I really talk to. What sucks is that I can't talk to them about girly things 'cause they're all guys. Sigh.
I looked up at the sky and see the clouds rolling by. The sun wasn't out much, the sky was just kinda grey. Arriving at my home, I jog up the three flights of stairs and enter my small single-bedroom apartment.
Nobody was home, I live alone. After my parents found out I was being elected as a Shinobi, they kicked me out. They didn't want to deal with the agony of their kid dying on a mission so they decided to get rid of me... or something. They're both a bittraumatized,
/their parents both died in the second Shinobi war, and a bunch of their friends died in the third.
I quickly took a shower and walked to my bedroom. As I was grabbing clothes to sleep in, my eyes caught on a small picture frame in the bottom of my droor. It was covered in clothes before I picked it up and wiped the small layer of dust off of it.
My memory kicked in when I realized what this picture was from...
"Please cooperate. You know Lord-Hiashi won't be pleased if we don't get this picture..." The camera man stated, as he moved my white hair off my face.
"I don't wanna be a Shinobi..." I said, "I don't wanna die..." The last part I whispered more to myself than anyone. He adjusted his camera and got behind it.
"You need this picture, miss. It's what submits you into the ninja files." I looked into the camera. No smile was on my face. It took my everything to not let water spill from the corners of my eyes. The camera made a snap, "Thank you, do you want to
/see it?" He asked.
I shook my head nonchalantly and sighed.
"I will take this to Lord-Hiashi now then. Thank you miss Misaki." I watched as he picked up his camera and quickly made his way towards Hiashi-Sama's office.
I looked at my eleven year old self. I was a year younger than most of the graduates. My eyes showed resentment. The corner of my lips looked frowned ever so slightly.
My fingers skimmed the picture slightly before I placed the frame back in the droor.
Four years later, I never imagined I'd still be training hard every day. I know where my heart lies, and that's not in being a Shinobi. Yet, something inside of me keeps driving me to become stronger. To keep training and getting stronger.
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Hiashi-Sama had summoned me to his office on some sort of an urgent means. So I ran, all whilst sighing in the process.
When I got to the door, I knocked.
"Enter," he stated clearly.
I walked into his office and was slightly confused to see two of the guards bowed before him. I walked in and bowed, to the right of the two guards.
"You summoned me, Sir?" I said.
"Mhm." He grunted, "I'm going to send you on a mission, Misaki."
I felt my heart pump out of my chest and a sick feeling formed in the gut of my stomach, "A mission?" I asked, eyes wide in fear.
"Yes," I heard him ruffling through some paper, "Ah, here's the one." I was in fear of what was to come. I've never been sent out of the village before. In fact, none of the 4 teens have. Usually it's the adults sent on missions, "You are to retrievea
/scroll..." He started, "from Konoha."
The small knot in my stomach became huge and soon was spreading to my chest and throat. I looked up, eyes locking with Hiashi-Sama's and noticed he wasn't glaring at me in anger. His facial expression looked serious as usual, but something was different...Rather,
/softer?
"I believe in your skills, Misaki. You'll be going with these two guards, both skilled in lock-breaking and quiet investigating. With your fighting and Genjutsu, I have full belief in you three as a team." I noticed my jaw hanging open slightly and quicklyclosed
/it.
"Y-yes sir!" I said quickly.
"Stand up," he said. The three of us stood, and Hiashi-Sama walked over to us. He handed the centre guard a sheet with mission information on it, "Here is some Intel from previous missions to Konoha. Info you will find useful on their guarding system,gates,
/security, and dangerous ninja."
He nodded, taking the sheet and placing it in his belt. The three of us began to walk out when I heard a whisper from Hiashi-Sama.
"Don't fail me..."
His words sent shivers down my spine and I quickened my pace. The guards followed.
If you're ever given an option to travel for five days, don't take it.
The air was different where we were now. The air back at the village is cool, all year round, and never changes. We've gone through the Land of Snow, and Sand. We were now entering Konohagakure. So far we had travelled unnoticed by the enemy lands.
You see, the Village of Dreams is in the Land of Clouds which is not a part of the allied nations, or the five great nations. We're separated from everyone, hated and in war what seems like constantly.
I liked the Land of Fire. It was a hot day, but not scorchingly hot either. The trees around gave good protection from the hot sun and made the last day of travel pretty comfortable.
I thought I saw the village gates. The walls were huge! Konoha was one of the five great nations, so it's bound to be filled with skilled ninja too...
"Hey... Mr. Guard guy-" he cut me off politely.
"You can call me Isamu." He said, with a closed eye smile, "Oh, and this is Kamasha, but you can call him Kam." The other guard smiled at me. I smiled back. I'm surprised I haven't learned their names yet. We've been travelling for almost five days
/time has gone really quickly though and we haven't really talked much.
"Isamu," I corrected myself, "What scroll exactly is Hiashi-Sama looking for?"
Isamu pulled the paper out of his belt, reading it he said, "It looks to be a scroll that belongs to the Hokage..." My eyes widened, "Flying Thunder God," he states.
Flying... Thunder God? I wonder what that could be.
"Have you two ever been on missions?" I asked.
"Yes," Isamu says, "Usually small scale ones."
"We've never been sent to Konoha though," Kam interrupts. His voice sounded nervous. I was surprised that guards could get nervous.
There was a pregnant silence as we continued to get closer to the village gates.
"What about you?" Isamu asked.
"Huh? What?" I snapped out of my gaze.
"Have you ever been to Konoha?"
I pause for a moment as thoughts rush through my head. Thoughts about this mission, about Konoha, war, death-
"You okay?" Kam asks. I snap out of my thoughts and nod.
"I've never been sent out of the village," I admit quietly. They both go very silent and I could tell they were looking at me. They were those same eyes the people on the street always gave me. I decided to break the tension, "We need a plan."
They both murmur their agreeing.
"Who are the ninja to fear? Can I get a description of each of them?" I ask. Isamu nods and pulls out the paper again.
"Number three on the list is Itachi Uchiha, supposedly just a child, maybe seven?" He says with a question tone.
"A child?" I repeat in awe.
Isamu nods and continues, "Two is the Hokage,"
"Wait-" I cut him off, "There's someone ranked ahead of the Hokage in danger?"
Isamu nods, "Let me finish. Apparently this Hokage is pretty humble and is never quick to judge. So if we were caught by him, he probably wouldn't kill us."
I raised an eyebrow, "That's good to know." I said sarcastically.
"His name is Minato Namikaze, but most enemy nations know him as the Yellow Flash. He's extremely fast and can teleport or something."
"Damn," Kam says, which makes me chuckle.
"Well, if we're stealing his scroll, it must be pretty valuable." I state.
They both nod, "And the most dangerous," Isamu says, his voice quieter, "Is Kakashi Hatake."
The voice rang a bell, which must mean he's powerful. I've heard that name being muttered around our village.
"Age is about 15 or so," he continues, "Became a Jonin at the age of 13, killed his teammate, now an ANBU Black Op. He is the Fourth's student, and apparently he possesses the Sharingan."
My hands clenched at my side as Isamu listed all those things. So dark... I thought. I hope I never have to meet this guy.
"Wow," is all I say. Because that's all I can think. It leaves me speechless.
"He's the same age as you, Misaki." Kam states. I nod and shiver at the thought of dying to his hand.
We soon reached the village gates. It was awfully quiet by the gates. I approached with caution and looked for guards. My eye caught two men. Both were wearing a green vest and navy clothing, as well as Konoha forehead protectors.
I nodded at Isamu and Kam and we all entered. To our luck, the guards weren't really on guard. In a deep sleep, one of them drooled and the other snored.
We travelled through back alleys and side roads. Konoha was huge, we fit in pretty well, but just to be safe we stayed hidden. None of us had ever been to Konoha before, so we just headed towards the tallest building, supposing it was the Hokage's tower.
We entered the tower, again being surprised about the lack of guarding, yet didn't let our guard down.
"Where would you keep scrolls?" Isamu whispers. I look around and see a metal door. There was a small sign above the left door that read Basement.
"The basement." I mutter. We all head to the door. Isamu turns the handle but it was locked.
"I'll pick it. Keep watch for me." Kam says. We nod and each take a side, watching for any movement.
My eye catches onto something, but it disappeared before I could see it more clearly. Maybe it was my imagination, it looked like a cat of sorts.
I shake my head out and continue watching the empty hallway, "Almost done?" I ask.
"Yeah," Kam says, standing up and opening the door. We all shuffled in quietly and the door closed behind us. It was dark, and smelled musky. I guess that's to be expected of a basement.
"Keep your voice low," I whispered, "Sound really travels in these corridors."
We came to a door. There was no window on it, and it was simply made of wood. I twisted the door handle and with a creek, it opened. Inside the room were shelves and shelves, extending from the floor to the ceiling.
"There's the scrolls," Isamu says, pointing to a shelf with several scrolls on it.
We all walk over and start looking. It could take a while, there were a lot of them here.
"Maybe you two should split up and start checking the other rooms. I'm sure there's scrolls all over this basement." I said. They both nod and leave the room. Left behind was a silence. I continued to search the scrolls.
About 30 seconds later, I heard the door open again.
"Find it?" I asked. There's no reply. I turned around but let out a scream when someone ran very quickly towards me. I was pressed up against the wall, the person's hand holding me up by the collar. In their other hand was a bright ball of chakra. Lightningbolts
/pierced the air around it and it made a screeching sound that reminded me of birds.
All my fears, all my visions of how I would die, everything came flooding back as the cat-masked figure held me a foot off the ground by the collar and looked up at me, jutsu in hand.
"What are you here for?" A boy's voice asked. He sounded no older than 15/16.
"I-I-" I stuttered and closed my eyes tightly.
"Stop!" Another voice said. Someone else had entered the room. They also had a white and red mask, grey uniform, "Kakashi, we need her in one piece if we're gonna get any information out of her!"
Kakashi. My heart jumped at the name.
"You're the killer-" my throat croaked out before I could even realize what I was saying. One of the eye holes lit up red and I could see his eyes. They were filled with more hatred and anger than I had ever seen. They were dark.
I expected those to be my last moments, but was shocked when he slowly let me down. The ear piercing jutsu in his right hand faded out to a crackle, then finally disappeared, leaving the room quite dark. His hand left my collar and I didn't even dareto
/breathe.
"Let's take her to the Fourth. Tie her up."
My eyes lay wide as the boy tied my hands up. My jaw hung slightly open, and my legs were shaking intensely.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I got a spark of idea! Let me know your thoughts.
~L
