Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
edited: 12/21/2013, 12/23/2013, 1/12/2014
prologue
different reality
It was a long time until I could hear something.
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Like a gentle lullaby, it was constant and comforting.
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It reassured me that I wasn't as lost as I first thought I was.
(Alive? Am I?)
"Sana, Sana," she sung her name over and over. She would look into her small pair of honey eyes (oh my, just like her father) and tell her newborn how much she loves her.
The baby was such a frail, little thing that she is constantly afraid. The mother knew, she knew that soon, it would be her daughter's time. She would be taken away. She is afraid because her innocence will be ripped from her and she doesn't want to hear her girl (such small thing) scream at night just because- because- because-
The monster would haunt her.
Time, time, time is running out.
"She is compatible."
The blood in her veins freezes.
She is afraid- so, so, so afraid-
No, no, she is not. She is lying to herself because she is not afraid.
She is terrified.
He tried to calm her down (he can see her trembling) and he knew it will never be enough.
All they could do is hope-
Hope that the insanity would not take their daughter away.
They let the boy see her.
(The mother insisted, with force she threatened, if she needed to.)
His brown eyes looked at her with curiosity, the baby looked back and they stare.
Suddenly, she gurgled and raised her tiny hand out at him, like an invitation. He stared at her face to her outstretched hand and gave her the finger she had reached out for.
He quite like the feel of the soft skin of her fingers and he tried to show that he is careful by gently caressing her fingers with his thumb.
She gave him a happy gurgle. (Or what he thinks it is anyway.)
"Hello, Sana," he whispered with something akin to affection. "I am your big brother." He smiled.
He watched as his sister cry silently. For her niece (what would be left of her anyway), for everything she could've been. And perhaps, never would be.
Because he had seen the terror. The way they scream, beg and it would suddenly turn into a bloodthirsty howl-
He stopped his train of thought and cleared his mind because no, it was not the time for him to reminisce.
His sister was crying, trembling and his brother-in-law stood very still with his hand on her shoulder. Then, there was the man who had lost his arm, who is blind, who was waiting to die and escape from his monster. There was the old but respectable woman in the room who gazed at the bundle in front of her with sadness that she tried to hide.
Then there was his niece who wasn't even a week old.
But there was no choice.
It had to be done.
She would dream of eyes.
Gold eyes with strange pupils, like stars, and dots. A way to describe them would be pretty, enchanting but malevolent and somehow, bloodthirsty.
When she dreams of them, her heart beats louder and shivers would run down her spine. But she cannot run away so she stays and stares at the eyes.
No matter how long, or terrifying, she would stay and stare.
Because there is no escape.
When things slowly change for the better, something would always be there in the shadows and it would show its ugly head to sneer at others that drowned in their own pain and suffering; misfortune.
It was just three months.
Three months.
Her niece was three months old when she lost her father.
Her first word had been 'nii'.
Her second, shortly after, word had been 'kaa'.
Then her baby girl stared at the floor and her face scrunched up as if she was trying hard to think.
She, then, added a soft 'tou' to her growing vocabulary.
The young mother simply hugged the both of her children. The older one had returned the hug and the little girl tried her hardest to return the show of affection.
Nobody had noticed the determined glint in her young, honey eyes.
Sometimes her mother would brush her (nearly non-existent) hair and she could really feel how much she loves her without fear. From the way she said her name, the way she looked at her without hidden contempt, the way she was gentle in everything. All without fear.
Fear of the monster.
She was grateful of that and promised that she would keep her safe.
(Can you really?)
Her brother was clever and he too, never hesitated when she reached out to touch his hand and make sure that he was real and that he wasn't lying when he comforted her.
"It's okay. Sana is not a monster. She is my sister."
Their mother would smile and praise him because she had elaborated as best as she could and he understood. So she was very, very grateful because the two people she loves, returned her affections without fear or uncertainty behind it.
She promised that she would keep them safe from whatever the future throws at them.
She would make sure of that.
(Really?)
When she walked down the street with her mother's hand in hers, the people would stare and some would even stop.
But her mother (she doesn't deserve her, truly), wouldn't care and would talk to her as if she was a normal child. She would reply with a smile on her face because she really is happy despite the way they had looked at her and the apparent, heavy tension in the air.
When she shopped with her mother and asked people of things they would be hesitant and somewhat fearful to answer. However, she knew so she understood and instead, tried her best to return the fear with genuine, albeit small, smiles.
The best she could get out of all that effort were crooked smiles and some relieved sighs as she left with her mother.
She doesn't worry too much because she was doing this simply for her new family. She wouldn't tolerate them to look at her family with distaste so she held the reins of her anger and pretended.
"What do you want, brat?"
It was a desert of forever lasting nighttime with the red moon hanging on the sky, like an eye.
"Nothing. I just… like it here."
There is silence because the beast would leave her alone to her musings and she would lie down on the sand, to enjoy the starless sky.
Most of the time she wouldn't sleep and instead, come to this place because she was not in control of the many times she would somehow do this. Therefore, she would simply adapt to it.
(She's great at that.)
She would play with the sand and think. She would talk to him even though he never listened (or so he says). She quietly informed him of what she had thought, remembered or her opinions on many different things.
Though, sometimes, he would exude killing intent.
(To test her, maybe?)
His hostile energy had froze her and terrified her but when he stopped, she would be fine again. She tried her hardest by insisting that yes, she was afraid of what he could do to her but she considered him somewhat of a companion because he had known of her secrets and she was okay with that.
He is inside her and she knows how it felt like.
To be unable to do anything and everyone hated- hated them for being what they are.
This is why humans are despicable.
And the both of them share the same thought.
(Do you guys know who her brother is? Yeah, I know you would.)
Ah, here I am. Please don't kill me, oh readers of death's blessing.
So, I was thinking of updating that story but then, I thought about it again. It is not good for me so I restarted it, somewhat, with this. Thanks for the understanding!
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