Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of it's characters. I do own the creative rights of Cresselia, the female mentioned in this fanfic.
I understand completely that I am not the best writer, but I'm doing this for fun. I ask you to read and review with constructive criticism, but do NOT flame me. I don't care that you think DeixSaso or DeixSaku is better. I'm writing this for fun.
Chapter 1: Aristocrats
In the world, ninja take control over the weak, the weak take control over the helpless, and the helpless are always in a constant struggle for survival. I am an elite member of the first group mentioned. I am Deidara, a member of the criminal clique name Akatsuki, yeah.
One may wonder why I'm traveling in the feudal region of this world. Truth be told, I was sent here on a capture mission. The strangest part had been the instructions to keep the target alive and well. Rarely do we keep the target alive, yeah. It had been described as female, petite, silver haired and blue eyes. Shouldn't be too terribly hard to find her, right?
Wrong, yeah. Why is it that in every capture mission I go into, everybody looks the damn same! There were probably a dozen blue eyed girls with silver hair in a single shopping plaza. Maybe reading more of the note would help me out.
"Location: The big one." Okay, was it the big house, or the big store, or the…oh. I looked up at the feudal formed tower. It appeared to be a kage tower that had been passed down. I was pretty sure this village had been run by a male and his wife had died giving birth to their child. News gets around, I listen to it. Of course…the child was a female. Now everything was clear, yeah. To the tall tower I went. First, a disguise was in order. I removed my camera, cloak, ring, and set them behind a small trashcan. I adjusted my hair from it's signature ponytail, that was sure to get me noticed, and put it into a bun, leaving a short amount to hand on my neck. The excess hair just wouldn't cooperate with me today and I wasn't going to hassle with it. I was off to the tower disguised as an average shinobi. I removed my headband and put it into my pocket before beginning my trek to the large tower.
The streets were oddly crowded with the hustle and bustle of everyday activity. It was nice to see the innocent just shopping and chatting away. It almost reminded me of the simpler times from my childhood. Making an honest living and working for your money seemed like a good plan. The people in this town were such a friendly bunch. The bulk of the townspeople smiled at me; some even bowed. I thought about staying here before actually getting this mission over with. It was nice here. Calm.
Surprisingly, I made it to the tower rather easily. The dirt paths lead to most important buildings with the exceptions of the hospital and the larger of the stores. It made no sense to me, but hey; it's not my way of life and I was in no position to judge a town for their way of living. I was a criminal; even worse off than they were.
The tower was identical to most kage towers, leading me to believe this town used to belong to one of the top villages. Maybe it belonged Yukigakure or something; they were close by. The building was a lean structure with its intricate door designs and welcoming décor. I entered the building and was greeted by few bodies. There seemed to be a lady in formal robes, like the style worn in feudal times. I always had a knack for the style and enjoyed seeing beautiful people in the beautiful dress. A moment of wary washed over me as I realized what kind of family had lived here; high class, non-working, bossy, cocky, stuck up members of society. I immediately hated everything about this building.
A broad man with a classy posture turned around, his black dressings swaying across the floor as he did so. His silvery hair fell in front of his face, allowing the slightest bit of his blue eyes to show through. After getting a better look, those piercing orbs stabbed through my entire being. His face, it was aged, aged with the stress of a leader. His face was aged with the loss of a loved one. He bowed, and opened his dry lips to speak.
"You must be the bodyguard we sent for." He spoke with a confident tone, low but welcoming. Was this job really going to be that simple? I felt bad. I'd be taking his only reason for living; his only daughter.
Oh well.
"She is down the hall to the left." He bowed once more before gesturing me in the direction of my target. I bowed lower, as a sign of seeming respect, before quickly leaving to find my target.
Well, that's the first chapter. I have up to chapter eight in the works as of right now, but I'm having issues finding times to actually type them up. They'll be up soon. R & R
-Kayla Marie C. ;D