Hey, there this is CurlyClone!
This is my first story, and English is not my first language. So please try to be nice to me *bows*.
I, of course, accept criticism!
This story is also on fanfiction ( where I use the same name:3)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I only own my OC (s?)
~Hitomi's P.O.V~
Everything ached. I was starving, dehydrated, blood was slowly seeping from both my feet. I would help anyone who was in the same condition as I was. I would have tried to help the person as much as I could. But I wasn't just someone else. I was poor me with the bad luck that I hadn't encountered anyone in days. I was amazed by my bad luck.
I didn't wear any sandals cause I had lost mine around a river a few days ago. That explained why my feet were bleeding so badly.
My once beautiful heavy white kimono had turned brown in most places from all the dirt from the ground.
I personally thought that my hair looked the worst of all, mostly because my hair got in the way of my eyes due to the heavy storm I was in. My appearance in all looked horrific.
I felt like I had been running for months while the truth was it had probably been a few days. A few dreadful days may I tell you. Now was the question, what was I doing in the middle of the storm, being in a forest for many days without anything with me?
That, is a long story, where do I start?
I had been searching for someone, I had been searching for a man named Orochimaru. I had been searching for him without knowing any information about him, hoping I would find my way with the power of luck. I was quite exhausted from it all. I had only drunk a little bit of water when it rained and from nearby streams.
I had tried to catch animals, which I failed in. I once found berries, but I didn't eat them since I was afraid that they could be poisoned berries. I was scared to sleep in the forest, so I only slept when I couldn't go on anymore. Most of the times I just fell unconscious wherever. Of course, there was a reason for this all.
I had just escaped from the Okiya where I had spent half my life to become a successful geisha. It wasn't my original plan to become a geisha, though. When I was younger I always wanted to have a beautiful small flower shop in a known city.
But my parents had sold me to an Okiya, a geisha house when I was only eight years old. Okaa-san, the owner of the Okiya, had told later that they couldn't afford a child anymore due to really high debts.
I believed the story of my Okaa-san of course, I mean, One only sells their child off to an Okiya if you couldn't afford the child right?
I could remember the day that my parents had sold me to the Okiya like it had been yesterday. I moved into the Okiya the same day that they had sold me. I had but only a small pink bag with me. Inside the bag were some clothes, a few sandals, a toothbrush and a brush.
I can clearly remember mothers' last words. What she had told me is on the thing that I will never forget.
"Hitomi, my baby, mama loves you very much. Okay...do not ever forget that! Remember this well okay. If they don't want you and kick you out the Okiya, and we're in heaven, search for a man named Orochimaru." she said, small tears were adorning her eyes. She was strong enough to not let them fall, or at least, not in front of her young child.
My mom brought her small long fingers to both her eyes and wiped the sides of it with her old brown Yukata. During that, she also decided to move her black Hair slightly away from her face. Now I could see her eyes, the same Eyes I got from her.
She had yellow honey colored eyes while her eye pupil was exotic, one that resembled a snake's eye. Around her eyes. Was a purple birthmark that adorned her eyes, shaped like that of a snake.
To me, it looked more like make-up. Many people had told me it looked creepy, but to me it was a beauty. I was proud of my birthmark.
My mother continued to talk.
"Here give him this scroll and tell him that you are his niece. Maybe you don't believe it Hitomi, but you have an uncle named Orochimaru. Keep this scroll with you, no matter what." My mother asserted. She paused before she gave me a black scroll.
"Ohh! And here, I give you these bracelets, so that you will never forget us and keep this bracelet with you like the scroll. They are very important! Do not forget that we love you. Goodbye, Hitomimaru!" She stated before she hugged me into a really tight and kissed me on my forehead.
My father then came up to me and gave me a sad smile before he wrapped his arms around tightly and told me he loved me very much. He then backed up and ran his fingers through his long dark blue hair and looked at me with his pale blue eyes.
I looked at the bracelet my mother had given me. The bracelet that mother has given me was simple, yet beautiful. It was a brown tan wrap bracelet and in the middle of the bracelet was an amber stone in a form of an eye.
I smiled at them, and gave them a simple goodbye, not knowing it would be the last time.
~Hitomi's P.O.V~
I heard the new that they had gotten killed by someone unknown a few months later. Getting to know such news made me broken for a long time.
I knew that there was a chance that I would never be able to see my parents again, but I never knew that that day would be the last time.
Now I wished that I could go back into time, to that day, even if it was for five minutes. To tell them one more time, just one last time that I loved them and they would say it in return, again. I had and still have the feeling that I never really had said goodbye properly.
I despised the Okiya were I was forced to stay. I wanted to go back to the house I first lived together with my father and mother. We had lived in a small yet cute wooden house in the middle of the forest with a beautiful small lake next to the house. You could always hear sounds. sounds of birds chirping, the leafs falling, the trees and the wind. All those sounds made me feel calm and I loved it.
The Okiya, on the other hand, where you could also hear sounds, were horrible. All you could hear in the night were sounds of geisha laughing, men drinking too much sake for their own good and the sound of the flute or the shamisen. But I had no other choose but stay there. I had been sold to the Okiya and would become a geisha one myself.
It wasn't easy to become a geisha like most people thought it would be. You had to study really hard to become one. You had to study a lot of subjects, like graphics, different styles of arts and the history of our country and the way of geishas. Almost ever day there was a tea ceremony, which we were all required to attend. A geisha in training was also required to clean the Okiya house and wash all the heavy Kimonos, Along with learning how play instruments, like the shamisen and the flute.
I was a master in playing the flute, but the Shamisen, that was another story. I always struggled with the Shamisen, which my Okaa-san didn't like.
As a geisha and a geisha in training, you weren't allowed to eat much and you did have restricted diets to follow. A geisha wasn't allowed to have a bit of fat. As geisha, we had to learn so much gen Jutsu to look even more beautiful, to trick clients and to make everything appear to be beautiful. I also learned the basic of taijutsu to learn to defend myself.
Like I had already said, the training of a geisha wasn't easy.
The sad, yet the funny thing was that I just was about to become a geisha days ago. Actually, to be more perspective, I was to become a Maiko. I was supposed to have my ceremony five of six days ago.
A ceremony were one becomes a Maiko, where you get a ' sister' that would teach you more than the basics of the geisha life.
They arranged for me a sister named Emigiku, her geisha name. Her real name was Emiyo and she was a geisha with the age of seventeen. I think that both her names described her personality.
She was one who always laughed even when there was no reason to laugh.
She had been living in the same Okiya with me and became a geisha three years earlier.
She had long brown hair with beautiful emerald-green eyes, and her skin color was a bit white like mine, slightly pinkish er.
She had told me once that you always have to smile, even if there is no reason for it or if you're sad. She never told me why, but when I asked her, she gave the answer that I would find it out later, someday.
Life at the Okiya wasn't horrible, but there was one girl that lived under the same roof with me. Like me, she was in training to become a geisha. Hanata was her name and she was the same age.
Hanata had average short light brown hair with eyes that resembled the color of the wine. Since the first day we met each other, she despised me. I never knew if it was jealousy or something else, I only knew that she despised me so much that she did everything to make my daily life in the Okiya a living hell.
She always tried to hurt me, say mean things to make my self-esteem lower and when she messed things up, she shoved it to me and gave me the blame. She did this every time we had classes together, which we had, the flute and arts at the same time.
Once she broke Okaa-sans' vase and gave me the blame. I was punished by being whipped for each piece of the vase that had broken, after that I was sent to be locked in my bed for a week, only allowed to go out for my lessons and to pee four times a day. I didn't get to eat fish for three months because of that.
On the day before my ceremony Would begin, I was, together with the make-up artist, busy with my appearance when Hanata walked in.
I knew she was in a bad mood, her ceremony would be four months later than mine. She was one who was really competitive, me, on the other hand, found it a waste of time.
She looked at me and told me clearly that she hoped that only the bad spirits will be on my ceremony.
Somehow that had made
me angry, no not angry, I was furious. Furious that someone could be so, so, so wrong! So hateful, so ugly from the inside.
I had to get rid of that, so I did something unforgivable during my rage.
I killed Hanata with my own hands, I shoved a pencil through her nose which got into her brain. She was immediately dead.
The make-up artist was so shocked that she felt unconscious on the floor. During that time, I ran up to my room to grab my most important belongings, the bracelets, and the scroll and ran away from the Okiya.
I felt guilt for doing this, but I understand the reason as well. I just had so much hate in my body that had made me go insane. She had pushed me too far.
I did what my mother had told me, search for the man named Orochimaru, he is your uncle. I don't even know how my uncle looked like for goodness sake!
For now I just needed to go stay at his place until I found something else.
These few days I had only made contact with one couple, which were also sheltering for the heavy storm.
They had given me a bit bread and an apple, which I was really grateful for. After I had a nice chat with the couple I had carefully asked them if they know who Orochimaru was and where he currently lived at the moment. They had given me an expression like I was insane, but they had carefully told me that he was currently living in Otogakure and told me how to travel to come in Otokagure.
It was almost like the were afraid to say the name Orochimaru aloud, which was strange in my eyes.
But most of all, I was very curious what he looked like. I always wondered if he looked like my mom, with long black hair and yellow snake eyes like us.
She had a white skin color while I had got a light white skin color, though. My skin tone resembled my fathers'.
I wonder after all if he was a high shinobi or something like that. And why that couple looked so frightened when I asked them about him.
I felt my legs beginning to wiggle, but I could not stop running now. I needed to find a shelter to hide or find a person. The storm was too heavy and I found out that it is quite scary to sleep at night in the middle of a forest.
"What is a Geisha doing here alone in the middle of the night in the forest?" I heard a voice behind me and I stopped running. The voice sounded like a male. I turned around to see someone standing a few meters behind me.
My vision was slightly blurry, but I could make out grayish/silver hair. The man seemed to be in a purple shinobi outfit and glasses.
"T-thank...g-g-god...help-p...bring me t-to...Orochi-i-m-ma-ru-u" I could feel my body start to fall, but the man caught me before I hit the ground.
"Oro...ch...i...maru" I couldn't really feel the pain anymore from my feet and the few cuts.
I only saw the night sky become even darker as I did pass out. The last thing I heard were a few jumbled up words from the man who had caught me.
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~CurlyClone~