No one understood, no one cared, and no one was there. She panted hard as she ran, running from flaming torches, pitchforks, and large farming tools with sharp edges.
"We want none of your kind here!" They bellowed, pumping whatever was in their hands into the air. As she ran, breathing hard, over the rough landscape, her bare soles scraped by sediment, she fell once or twice, but that was from the gnarly roots of the trees. Her heart beat faster, pounding in her ears; tears ran down her face as she stopped. She figured that they had given up, running home. The dessert sand danced when the wind flew by, like pixie dust. The moon gave a sympathetic gaze down at her crying form. As she held her face in her hands, she fell asleep, the moon giving a protective barrier around the girl's form, and in the first time in seventeen years, she felt safe.
As the sun peeked over the sandy dunes, the light hit her face, who was this girl? Her name was Seiko, Seiko Desu-ko, the child of death, the child with the powers to control anything, and bring back the dead. The desert heated up quickly, she wasn't used to this, the desert. She lived in a small village, trained to be one of their shinobi, who did pretty well. Until, the incident, the massacre.
Dark chakra surrounded her; Seiko's eyes a blood red, screams filled the air, blood spurted on the wooden walls, staining them. The Shinobi had no chance against the demon child, lashing out every attack at someone, killing them. Her dark chuckles, glued into their minds tortured them. But at the light of dawn, the darkness seeped back into the girl, her bloodied hands and face showed the villagers, from the neighboring country gasped.
"The girl's a demon!"
"We must kill her before she kills us!"
The villagers grabbed whatever they could just to demolish the dark/blue haired girl. Her brown eyes widened as she sprinted off, they followed after, screaming insults and hate.
Her long sleeve tight fishnet with a tank top over it became sticky. She panted as beads of sweat rolled down her face, fogging up her glasses. Her black hair with blue streaks, in a messy bun helped cool her down, a little but not much. The sun blazed, almost blinding her vision, two moving black shapes caught her eyes.
"How can anyone stay in the heat? And black? Ugh, even I know not to do that!" She gasped, trying to cool down. "Oh great! They have hats too!" She staggered like a drunken person would, walk in weird squiggles. The heat took over as her eyes rolled into her skull, falling into the soft sugar white sand, tired.
"What do we do with her? Un?"
"If we do bring her home, I'm using her as my puppet."
"Don't do that, best if we bring her to leader, geez, look at these scars, and blood, un."
"Fine, we will," Soon, her body was lifted up gently into warm strong arms, embracing her in a strong brace. Suddenly, she felt the wind blowing at her face. Her eyes creaked open, blinking once or twice.
She softly groaned to herself. Looking up, she spotting a young man, nineteen, with eyes as grey as thunderclouds. His blonde bangs covered his right eye, as the rest of his hair was in a ponytail.
She gasped a bit too loud as his attention was diverted to her with a smirk.
"I was right to bring you with us, un." He grinned. Seiko couldn't speak as she stared blamelessly at him.
"What do you want?" She asked standing up, but almost fell over, she could have fallen over, but, the Blonde grabbed her hand, pulling her into his lap.
"To take you to our leader un," He said, in a tone like she should know.
"Get a room!" A voice yelled, Seiko jumped or looked behind the blonde man, revealing a man, who seemed sixteen, with red hair and amber eyes, with a puppet.
"Akasuna no Sasori," She muttered under her breath. Sasori gazed at her giving a smirk.
"Hey, you know you're in Deidara's lap, right?" Bright natural red make up flew to her face.
"Yes, I do," she snapped, not caring if she was in a lap of a man, which she barely knew.
"We haven't introduced ourselves properly un," The blonde interrupted.
"I'm Deidara, that's Sasori un," She scoffed slowly getting up and sitting on the edge of the artificial bird. As her legs dangled, Seiko silently marvel of the sight, high above the trees, she finally had the experience of flying. She sighed deeply; rubbing her pale arms, bitter tears ran down her face as they flew over her village, still bloody from the night before. Her bottom lip quivered as her hands flew to her face, to try and stifle her cries.
"I shouldn't be crying, for them, for what they've done, to earn me great pain," She wiped those tears with her forearm, a pair of arms, wooden arms wrapped around her, pulling her back.
"Hey let me go!" She snapped, smacking the victim upside on the head. This knocked off the head of someone.
"Ayah?" She held kunais in her hands, in case, but heard laughs instead.
"Not funny!" She screamed throwing it at them both. It almost hit Deidara's eye by a millimeter as she pulled it back, with string.
"Some ninja," She mumbled. She sighed, the sun was setting, changing the sky into a rosy pink color, and she stared up at the clouds, searching one answer to her question.
"What will become of me now?"