This is a new story idea that just came to me and I hope people might be intrigued by it. I lost interest in my other story and I decided to try something new. I am hooked on naruto an kept wondering to myself what would happen if there wad someone who understood and knew what gaara was going through. Would things change? YES! So here's my story... Demons of the Night.
Driven out of her village because of dark circumstances and even darker secrets, six year old Kira no Tsume stumbles into the hidden village of Suna along side her loyal white wolf pup. She meets and somehow befriends the dark persona by the name of Gaara no Sabaku and their lives will never be the same again.
I ran. With every ounce of strength that lay within my feeble six year old body, I ran. The cold murderous glares aimed at my back, the angry cries of my village still rang in my ears.
Scum.
Evil.
Monster.
Demon.
I flinched and lost my footing, tumbling down to the ground. I hissed in pain as red lines began to form on my hand. Something beside me whimpered. I glanced to my right and gazed into the dark blue eyes, far more intelligent than a human, the eyes of my protecter, my white wolf, Shira. I mentally told her I was fine. My mental link with wolves has always lied dormant within me, but Shira has always been with me, from the times out on the streets, dirty alleyways, and ever since I was born.
Shira was ultimately the only unvarying factor in my life and I clung to it. I slowly got up and winced at the popping noise from my joints. Brushing my hands on my pants I nodded to Shira an we were off running, again.
Stop. Shira's clear feminine voice cut through my thought. I stopped.
There is water up ahead little one. Go to it and take a rest. We will need it.
I obeyed her, only because Shira was never wrong, not once has she tried to harm me. I walked a little more until I was met with a clear small pond of water, surrounded by rocks. I hurriedly knelt down and splashed some water on my face, marveling at the cool freshness of the water. I peered down into the water, looking at my reflection. My face looked thinner than usual, but that was no surprise. Out here in the wild, there wasn't that much food, at least in the village, I was required to be fed even if I was hated. I ran my fingers through my ebony black hair that ended right below my shoulders. My cherry red lips blew the hair that swept across my face out of the way and my two ice blue eyes were revealed. I sighed and noticed the white glowing crescent mark that adorned the side of my neck. Two lines curved an swirled around it and with a heavy heart, I pressed my small hands to it, the reason of the people's hatred towards me.
I am only six years old and I was driven out of my village, the hidden village under the stars because I, Kira no Tsume, am the container for the ten tailed wolf demon of the night and one day my time will come; I will prove to all those who hated me, all those who feared, me that I am different and I am not going down without a fight.
