A/N: Hi everybody! I'm fairly new to this site and decided to have a go at posting one of my stories. Please, please, please understand that the stories that I write tend to be dark and disturbing. PLEASE! But, I am a sucker for a little romance as well tehe. I will post warnings before every chapter, so if I write something that makes you cringe, please do not read it. Arigato!
I do not own Naruto
Now let's start from the beginning..
How many years has it been?
The days seem to collide together and I forget how late in the day it actually is until the sun starts to set.
"Yin." My brother's voice startled me from my sitting position.
When my eyes finally met his, he looked away. My brother never has been able to look into my eyes for even the briefest amount of time. He walked over to the nightstand in the corner of the room and wrapped his large hand around a mask. My mask. Taking the small round object in his hands he turned in my direction and began walking forward. I noticed that his knuckles started to whiten as he squeezed it. I began to see a hint of hopelessness on his face, and as quickly as it came, it had vanished.
"Do you plan to stay sitting in this room for the remainder of the night or would you like some fresh air?" he said in a monotone voice.
"I-I'm sorry." It was the only thing that I could think to say to him.
He took in a deep breath and dropped the mask in my hands. "Just meet me outside when you're ready. We have a lot to do tonight."
"Alright." I spoke with a whisper.
I put the mask on my floor and shifted my legs from underneath my body. A tingling sensation went through both of my legs.
'How long had I been sitting like that?' I thought to myself.
As I began walking to my closet, my brow began to furrow. Cringing with each step as the tingling in my legs started to become more like needles poking at my skin. I had finally made it. I held onto the handle for what seemed like a long while, waiting for the sensation in my lower half to go away.
'Finally' I thought while sighing in relief.
I slid the closet door open and grabbed my cloak from its hanging position and slid it over my body. The olive green t-shirt that I wore, gone. The black shorts that I wore, gone. My entire body except for my lower calves and sandals was visible, although I wore thigh high stocking along with my sandals which were also black. I grabbed a piece of soft black fabric that was laying on the floor in front of my closet door and tied my long, wavy, reddish brown hair in a loose bun. A few strands escaped and fell to each side of my face. I brushed my side-swept bangs in their normal position and made my way over to the mask that my brother had given me earlier. Kneeling on the floor in front of the mask and picking it up was the easy part. Putting it on proved to be more difficult.
'Ninja. Ninja. Ninja.' Thinking those words was much easier than saying them.
"Yin" I jumped back hearing my brother's voice coming from the other side of the door."I'm waiting…" he spoke with a dark serious tone.
I was holding my breath the entire time he spoke then quickly jumped to my feet still squeezing the mask in my hand. As I began to walk to the door I slowly started to release the air I had been holding in, sliding the door open just enough to use one of my blue eyes to peer at my brother. He looked down at me and slid the door back to its previous state.
"Put it on." He demanded.
I glanced at the mask that I held and ran my hand over the top. White. No markings. No expression, just two holes for my eyes to look through.
"Now!" he growled at me through the screen door.
Grasping the soft black material that was connected to the back of the mask, I slid it over my entire head. From behind I looked like someone's shadow. But, when I turned around, I looked like a lost soul floating around, waiting. Eerie.
Sliding the door open slowly, I started to look up at my brother. He was clad in black as well. His black kimono top was tucked loosely in his black hakama pants. Over his shoulders was his haori that had a rather large symbol of the yin-yang sign on the back. His sandals and split socks were barely visible, especially when he was walking. My brothers long jet black hair was tied back into a tight pony tail while loose stands framed each side of his harsh and serious face.
"Are you ready?" he asked in a much softer voice looking out in front of us.
"Y-yes, I think so." I said while nodding slightly.
"Alright then." And with his final words, we bounded into the trees.