Title: The Inside
Anime: Naruto Shippuden
Summary: The best way to corrupt is to start from within.
Main Characters: N/A
Progress: Prologue
A/N: This is another new story that's been stuck in my head lately. And since I've been lacking in most of my stories, I decided to post the prologue for this. After all, aside from the latest chapter of A True Cherry Blossom Warrior, I haven't posted anything in over a year. In my opinion, this is really disappointing. However, this should make up for maybe…5 minutes? ;)
Anyways, I see some real potential in this story. I really do have a good plot behind this. The story is basically made; I just have to fill in the details!!!
Regardless, I hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
"Wake up." A feathery soft voice called out to her in the midst of her sleeping. The sound was so gentle and welcoming that she had no choice but to feel obliged to open her eyes. Even if it didn't sound familiar, a new friendly face was always inviting.
"Dear...Sakura." The voice remained gentle although it held a small tad of impatience and urgency. "I do believe its time to awaken from your sleep."
Her first instinct was to open her eyes. And, as a result, was blinded by the brightest shade of white light. It reminded her of the stories she had heard once, twice, probably more. The tales of unnatural light at the end of the long, dreaded tunnel of darkness, which was only traveled by dying individuals, came to mind. She was right at the end, the edge of the darkness -- a mere cliff. Sakura could do nothing but stare into the strong light that could drown sin, fear, or hesitation.
...Wait, what stories? Stories from whom?
A soft hand lightly brushed against her forehead. Sakura blinked several times, trying to make sense of anything, anything at all. But to no avail, she could not begin to understand. She felt her hair moved out of her face by that same hand. It moved tenderly against her skin as if it had known or thought touching it were a delicate process. Did she appear that fragile in one's mind?
That questioned irked her. Sakura could feel a strange, familiar nausea settle in her stomach. Wait. Her mind felt the need to rephrase that. Instead of nausea, she wanted to replace that word with unease. Unease described this feeling better because it created an urge in her to prove something.
Prove...what?
All she could agree on was that it was upsetting and she could feel her eyes blinking more rapidly than normal. Her body was trying to smooth away the moisture that gathered in her eyes.
But the haunting atmosphere was quickly forgotten when another hand, a hand with a much different texture, lightly squeezed her left hand. She could feel comfort and security in that hold. Unconsciously, Sakura lightly smiled, softly even. However, a strange crease in his hand...as if it had a small trench ready to be opened kept coming to mind. That was the only thing about the grasp that made her uncomfortable.
"Hey, kid, it's time to wipe the dreaminess out of your eyes." The second voice wasn't as deep as the first. It was a bit more distinct, easier to understand. By the sound of his voice, he sounded much more humorous, even light-hearted and more carefree. Her mind put together the image of an artist for some odd reason.
Sakura could have giggled at the thought, but since she felt that it wasn't appropriate, didn't. Still, by the strange, rougher texture of his hands -- Sakura's second guess was a construction worker who worked hard hours with cement or clay. Maybe rough, blistering tools even.
"Heavy sleeper, yeah?"
"She's awake." The response held a slight irritation that easily could be identified as annoyance or impatience. It was just barely present, barely existent, but Sakura knew for certain that she had heard it.
The girl blinked several more times, the light still treading over the line of unbearable. Dark figures were the only contrast to the white and were almost transparent. The darkness, no mattered how faded and foggy, had no defined shape. The people, which she had assumed by the closeness of their position, had faded undefined edges that would not fully shape them until she could see more. It made them disfigured and unknown.
Even though they seemed real enough, Sakura still was reminded how it all felt like a bizarre dream. A dream where all you can remember are mere glances that make no sense.
A/N: Well, what did you think? More is on the way! We already have one character involved. Who else is to come? I'm sure most of you, if not all of you, have figured out one or two of them.
Have a nice week, everyone! Hope you enjoyed!
Until next update (hopefully soon),
~SharinganAnbuSakura
