disclaimer- i do not own any naruto books what so ever ...
it's a bit twisted from the normal version of naruto but all and all i still hope you enjoy! oh and this is going
to be a total mega love story so be ready for romance, justice, and betrayal!
THE WAR WITHIN
Chapter One BreathlessIn a deep alcove in a mountain basin where mist shrouds the village she lays. Chained to a metal post on the right leg she sat there curled up in the rock cold dirt getting beaten.
"Please STOP!" she shouted between gasps of air.
"Why should I? All yer ever do is cause trouble! Yer good for nothing filth! Even your name is a disgrace...Hinata..." said the man with a look of disgust on his face. And with that lat sentence he swung his leg full back and kicked her right into her side. CRACK!
The girl's eyes went wide with pain searing up from her broken ribs. Laying there paralyzed she could do nothing but stare up at the man the man in fear and loathe.
But then when he finally saw a tear run down the side of her cheek he then smirked in satisfaction and walked away.
Watching him walk away she turned her head away in disgrace at letting him see her cry. She knew that if she would've cried sooner she wouldn't of had broken ribs. But her pride was the only thing she had left. And she wasn't about to give that up.
Curse that man! She muttered in her thoughts. Slowly picking herself up she checked the damage that was wrought to her by that man. Placing her hands delicately on her left side she felt 3 broken ribs if she knew right. Then quickly without warning her vision blurred over and her head slowly fell hitting the floor into a black abyss.
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Watching all of this from afar in the ridge of a mountain up in a tree was a man. He was just barely 17.
He gazed down upon the scene in pity and disgust. Watching all of it silently. When that stranger finally left and the girl collapsed he then started to move. Swiftly making his way down the tree sticking to the shadows. A bird would have thought it was nothing but a flick of the wind in the trees. But if your eyes' were quicker than that of a bird you would've seen the man.
When he reached the clearing he stayed near the shrubs and thickets. Glancing about warily he made sure no one was there. But from the corner of his eye he spotted 4 men walking toward the enclosed half circle clearing of shrubs and trees in which the girl lay. Looking closely at them they appeared to be around the ages of 16 and 17. The man walking in front of them looked to be the leader of them. He was tall and lean but still a bit gangly when walking and had long black greasy hair. He had light colored skin that of the mountain folks who lived here. The man walking up front turned his head to face the rest of the group and nodded toward them and kept walking. The others behind him stopped in their tracks and turned to leave.
Backing further in the bushes and thicket surrounding him he perched and waited in silence once again.
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"Hey you WAKE UP! You lazy twit." Someone's yelling at me!!! Oh NO! If I wake up now they'll just hurt me more!!! Please to don't wake please oh please!
"Ahh!" Opening my eyes a saw blood dripping on the left side of me. Next thing I new I was harshly hoisted up and the pain was agonizingly pulling at me from my broken bones. Looking up to see who it was my body went cold at the sight of him. His name was Orochimaru from what I heard the others call him before. He was supposedly next in line to be the village leader and was thus then greatly respected and adored through out the village people. But I knew others hated him; and I was one of them. I hated no loathed this man for all he was worth more than any other. Even more than the man who broke my ribs.
If anything I couldn't blame that man. For through out the village I was known as a freak or a monster; because the spirit that is now in me once possessed my mom. But when she died it was passed onto me.
Squirming in Orochimaru's grasp I knew what'd happen if he got hold of me. I've seen it happen to many times in this village and I was not about to let it happen too me.
His breath was warm against my pale warmth less skin. Leaning in closer he whispered into my ear, "Why do you refuse me?"
Griping my arms even tighter he swung me around harshly and gazed into my eyes. Still whispering he spoke, " I could give you so much more than this petty life!" His voice rose in volume and emotion, "I could give you freedom!"
Without another seconds hesitation he locked his mouth onto mine. Pushing his boys up against me kissing passionately. Every pore in my body screamed out in protest. In the back of my mind horrid images arouse. NO! NO! This will not happen!
My whole mind went black as the spirit awoke and in me. As the power surged through my veins as roots shot up from the ground and wrapped around the man and trapped him there draining the blood out of him and into their roots.
Staring into his sea gray eyes I shook in fear and gasped in horror as I saw what was happening.
Then jumping out of the thickets and shrubs that surrounded me the guys that were following him earlier had unlit torches and axes started running toward him trying to save him.
One of them that were running by me shoved me over onto the ground. The boy swinging his axe was chopping at the roots uselessly; he wasn't even making a mark on them. The roots still held Cheyseis firm. Turning to me a boy shouted, " Let him go!"
Staring at him wide eyed the other boy next to him yelled " Forget it! She just wants him dead!"
Thinking in horror at what the boy had just said my heart went bleak with dread. I am a monster I thought to myself. Then turning to see how they were faring one of them lit a torch.
" No! Stop!" I screamed at them. But by then it was to late. Placing the torch upon the roots; he the one who said that I wanted Orochimaru dead lit them.
Right when the root lit I also felt the burn. Crying out in pain the roots slowly released him as the other boys caught him and dragged him out. Carrying Orochimaru away they dosed the fire so that it wouldn't reach the village. Only then did my skin stop burning. But upon my skin on my arm was a black scorched mark from where they burnt the roots.
After they had all gone I laid there in thought: Had I really wanted to kill him? In those few moments when he was near me I had wanted to but not intentionally. I hadn't! It was the spirit who did harm upon him. Not me! But I am part of the spirit. So now I am a monsterr.
Consumed by these thoughts I let darkness over take me as my body went faint in pain, hatred, and darkness.
Hope you enjoyed it! Please Commit!
Vaem
