Hey everyone! I rewrote the prologue and Fight 1. I hope you all like the fixed up version. My reason for doing this is I wrote them when my writing skills were mainly dialogue. Sit back, relax, keep a light on and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. If I did, I would have more than just a few bucks, and live off instant ramen and yogurt.
Prologue
A child with wolf ears on his head ran up to his father and mother, who were sitting on his bed, waiting for him. He hopped up into his father's lap, a large smile on his face as his father's own wolf ears twitched. "Daddy, can you tell me a story?" He asked as he pulled on the sleeve of his pajamas.
His father gave a gruff, bark-like laugh. "You're starting the academy tomorrow; don't you think you're a little old for a story?" He asked as he ruffled his sons shoulder length hair, his own long hair moving slightly.
His son pouted as he heard that. "Daddy, please? I want to hear about yours and momma's ninja life." He said as his mother gave him a small smile.
His father glanced at the boy's mother, who gave him a small nod. "Alright son. I'll tell you our story. Just to let you know, some parts of it aren't for your ears so I'll edit them out for you. It'd probably be best if I started from the beginning, huh? Well, it all began in the middle of winter. I was four years old when it all started on that fateful night…"
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A young boy of around four years old ran into his home, his hands raw and pink from the snow falling outside. He ran inside, quickly unzipping his coat and ran up to his mother who was standing at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. He stopped outside the entrance to the kitchen, taking off his boots since his mother would yell at him if he messed up her nice clean floors.
He walked up to her and began to pull on her apron. "Hey momma, come take a look at what I made!" He said as the wolf ear on the top of his head twitched as he smelled the roast coming from the oven.
She smiled at him as she put down the potato and peeler as she picked him up and sat him down on the counter, smiling as he looked at her curiously. "I'll be outside to look at it in a few seconds. I just need to finish peeling this potato." She said as she restarted peeling off the rest of the skin.
He continued to wait as she finished peeling it a few minutes later. She smiled as she put the perfectly peeled potato in the pan next to the stove and carefully pushed the potato skin down the garbage disposal. "Alrighty then, let's go see what you made." She said with a smile on her face as she wiped her hands on her apron. She went over and pulled on a sweater before watching her son pull on his boots and zip up his coat. She giggled slightly as she saw him fold his ears back and pull on his hat.
He grabbed his mother by the hand and led her outside to see the snowman he had built. She smiled at how proud he was and felt a rush of joy at the fact that her little one had made this all on his own. She picked him up and wrapped him in a hug as he laughed at being picked up. "It's really good. Your father will be really impressed with how it looks. Especially the ears." She said, chuckling at how her son had added wolf ears to the snowman.
He laughed as she put him down, jumping slightly as snow went into his boot. "Momma, can I go play at Ryuuto's house?" He said as he shivered slightly. "I promise I'll be back in time for dinner." He said, looking up at his mother, using the dreaded puppy eyes.
Try as she did, she fought the pleading the eyes exuded for a total of five seconds. "Alright. But make sure it's before dinner. If you're late you aren't getting dessert. And I made apple pie, your favorite." She added, seeing him jump in excitement, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of the deliciousness of the pie. She laughed as he told her he would and hurried down the street to his friend's house. She smiled as she went back into the house to finish preparing the nights dinner.
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The young boy ran back down the street a few hours later, his face pink from the cold as he hurried down his sidewalk and up to his front door. He opened the door and walked inside, kicking off his boots as he entered. He hung his coat up in the hallway closet, before he heard a crash in the den, and ran in there, thinking that someone had fallen.
He threw open the door, only to stand in shock, as he saw his mother slumped against the fire place, a gash through her neck almost decapitating her, blood covering her front. He saw that his father was fighting a man who looked almost exactly like him, only younger. The man had purple marks on his cheeks similar to his father. "I will not allow you to hurt my son Dijin! You may be my son from my ex-wife, and you may be my only full fledged demon son, but I won't allow you to hurt Matao just because he's a half-demon!" He yelled as he lashed out with his katana, only to watch as Dijin's chokuto katana arced with lightning and slashed right through it, and through his throat, easily decapitating him.
Dijin calmly swung the blade, his father's blood splattering on the wall opposite him and he slowly walked toward his half brother. "Finally we meet, Matao. I am Dijin, and you are nothing but an unsightly half-breed." He said as he swung the blade down; leaving a slash across the boy's chest, blood spurting into the air. He quickly placed his hand on his bleeding chest, before he ran towards the door, only to have the back of his shirt grabbed and thrown through a window, bouncing in the snow, his blood staining it.
He quickly got up, wincing at the pain in his chest from the sudden movement and hurried down the street as fast as he could. His brother suddenly appeared behind him and lifted him in the air by the boy's throat. He smiled as the boy struggled against his grip. "I'll always be after you. I will always be there to make sure you suffer. Father may have accepted a pitiful half-breed like you as his heir, but I will never accept it. I WILL find the blade father left you, the blade of destruction, and I will make sure you can never use it." He growled out, his eyes glowing red. He slowly pulled his blade back and rammed it through the right side of the boy's chest.
He smiled as the boy hacked up a glob of blood and dropped him on the ground, spitting on him after he pulled his blade out. "Join your human mother in hell." He growled as he sheathed his blade and disappeared in a flash of light.
The boy lay there for a while, gasping in pain. Once the pain in his chest subsided, and numbness replaced it he slowly stood up and began to walk towards the road, hoping, praying that someone would find him and help him. His ears twitched as he heard voices a little further down the road due to his demonic senses. He approached the people, who sounded like they were arguing. As he got closer he saw that there were two of them. A man with blonde hair and an orange jacket and pants, and a woman with pink shoulder length hair and a red shirt and a khaki skirt.
The pink haired woman growled impressively at the blonde man. "Dammit Naruto! I told you that we were going the wrong direction! Konoha is the other way!" She said as she smacked him up side his head.
"Sorry Sakura-chan! The map said it was this way." He said, whining slightly as he rubbed where she hit him. "If you knew we were going the wrong way you should have taken the map from me!" He added as he stood up and glared at her.
The bleeding boy sighed as he saw that they were ninja, and slowly made his way over to them, coughing blood up. Sakura sighed, not noticing the boy approach. "Why did I ever agree to marry you? She sighed, smiling at her fiancée before she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Because I'm awesome!" He said with a laugh, before they jumped at the noise the boy made before he stumbled into their campsite, a bit of blood spurting out of the wound in his chest, splattering on the forest floor.
He carefully leaned against a tree, a line of blood trickling from his mouth down his chin. He slowly looked up at them, a ghost of a smile gracing his face. "Help me…" he whispered before he passed out.
Well, I hope you all like the re-write of the prologue. I think it turned out a good bit better then the original. Let me know what you think.