One Thousand Cranes
Setsuko Narita. Rank: ANBU. Alias: Lion. Skills: High Ranking Genjutsu, Mediocre Ninjutsu. Kekkei Genkai: Dojutsu. Gisougan. Background: Belongs to Narita Clan. Only remaining family member, father. Completed Missions: 357 D-Rank, 201 C-Rank, 95 B-Rank, 87 A-Rank. Health Status: 100%. Overall Status: Active Duty.
There used to be a reason for Setsuko's existence. But now, she only lived for the mission.
Prologue
There is a silence unlike any other during the veiled hours of Konoha. It lingers in restful ears, singing sweet melodies to young children and older adults. There is hardly anyone awake, and those that are seem to be either ninja or early risers tending to shops.
There are no threats; no victims to heresy or evil, and it unsettles those that cannot find the normal urge to sleep. Indeed, within these walls there is a safety like no other. For one particular ninja, this solace is one of the only reasons of her existence, and the only time she can truly feel alive.
A transient breeze passes through the village, and a tremble sways the shoulders of a lone Narita standing on the rooftop. Her hair shields her face from the moon's view, but the way her body continues to shake is proof of her mournful emotions. Her pale hand reaches up to caress her cheeks, and when it falls back to her side, she doesn't bother wiping the salty tears from her fingertips.
She is strange; most Narita's are. Her trademark white hair flows superbly down her back, tumbling into a loose and hastily tied knot. Contrastingly, her face does not show any signs of ageing, because indeed she is still quite young. There seems to be no solid reason for her cries, save the haunting memory of some long past event.
Off in the distance, a wolf howls. More chime in, until there is a symphony being sung to the celestial planet that hangs overhead. The Narita doesn't seem to be aware of the noise at all. Her fingers find a new object to latch onto: the necklace that is fastened around her neck. It is a Yin necklace, worn around the edges as though is has been carried for many years. Her grasp tightens over it, as though desperately trying to shield her tears from it's mirrored surface. She rises her face, and through a tangle of silvery strands, shadowed eyes latch onto the thin wisps of light.
"I hate you...for leaving me here."
Indeed, a distant memory is tangible in the air.
I'm doing some editing and then I'll be putting up some new chapters :D I know it's been half a year since I last posted, so I hope people are still reading. I've been getting back into Naruto Shippuden and it's inspiring me (it also helps that I Finally managed to reach the Sasuke-Itachi arc XD)
Anyway, I hope you guys like the slightly improved story and please review! I'd really appreciate any feedback you might have.
