Okay, my story for the Naruto universe. Enjoy. (I only own what's mine.)
(Sophia's POV)
I wake up slowly, trying to push the exhaustion and almost euphoric feeling of sleepiness out of my mind. To aid in the process I jab my fingers into my thigh, cringing once but smile as the pain works and allows me to turn my head. Fear was the second emotion to rock my body, as I notice with great shock that I'm not in my hotel room with some random stranger but on the floor of a small hide out. I move my arms and legs, checking in they were restrained and when I realize they aren't smile, finally noticing the shattered pieces of furniture and the dead bodies littering the ground.
I counted twelve.
Twelve dead bodies. Twelve lives snuffed out by my hand yet again. The third thing I do is listen, hearing birds chirping away outside the building, the calming sound of wind flowing through the trees but no footsteps or muffled talking as the second set of assassins getting ready to drop in on me.
What happened?
I lift up my hand, content on rubbing the pain and exhaustion from my eyes but pause when I see the appendage is covered in blood. Dried crusted blood. A small frown appeared on my lips as I turn, seeing the source of the blood lying beside my head. A human heart. And as I grasp the discarded organ the wall of haziness shatters and in an instant the memories of the last few hours flow back to me, so quickly that I grasp my head in pain. The walk, the attack, the fight and the blood lust.
Right, these assholes kidnapped me, I'd be hanging my head in embarrassment if I wasn't laughing so hard. They'd actually thought they'd succeeded. I'd sensed them a mile away, turning down a side path instead of heading to town, acting shocked when they dropped out of the sky and coward in fear when they pulled out their weapons. I guess I shouldn't be too harsh, I was a master as playing innocent. The small, helpless female, walking alone at night. I knew they wanted me. The way their perverted eyes racked down my frame, the hungry way their tongues slid over their lips and the itching of their fingers as they waited for the leaders word.
When the word was given they pounced, sliding up to me like something from another world. Running their hands down my body like I'd somehow enjoy this, pulling, prodding and tearing away the thin material until I was standing there in my underwear. Their tongues were next, dancing down my soft flesh like I was some dessert, sliding over my skin as their moans rang through my ears. Their hands were on their pants, the clinking of the belt when they paused. I paused too, freezing my hand to see what they did next. There were so close, the voices in my mind screaming at me to kill them. I could. Slice open their throats and gouge out their eyes the moment they turned in my direction but I don't. Pausing when I hear the mention of another boss and place the innocent look back on my features.
I could do it. Kill all of them and spread their bodies on the bosses front step like some twisted holiday gift but that would require effort. The fight right now, the running, the hiding, the faking innocence and the second fight. The long boring speech from the leader before I ripped out his throat with my teeth and burn the building to the ground. So, instead of killing them and dumping their bodies on their bosses door-step, like some twisted birthday gift I allowed myself to be captured. I allowed their disgusting hands to touch my bodies, allowed the man to squeeze my ass and fondle my breasts a little too long to make sure I wasn't carrying a weapon and just as I reached my limit, content on ripping off his limbs his hands were moving, placing me inside the large Linen bag, the sick smile one his lips once more.
I decided to kill them all at once. Allowing myself to fake innocence. Judge and size up the competition, frankly I wasn't impressed, and after listening to the leaders speech severed his vocal cords from his throat. The others went as predicted, the blood lust clouding my mind as I took out each member of the team more savagely than the last. The final one, a smaller male. Now cowering in the corner of the room like I once had, looked at me with fear in his eyes, begging for his life like a coward.
I smiled, cooing at him softly. Raising up his hopes, running my hand down his chin seductively and when I'd hosted him to his highest I plunged my fingers through his chest. Wrapping the thin digits around his heart and ripping the organ from his ribs before he realized what I'd done. He stands there, gasping like a fish, chocking softly as blood fills his lungs and when he's taken his last breathe slumps to the ground like a doll.
With no other hearts around the blood lust settles, the urge to kill satisfied for today and moments after I feel my world spinning. The blood lust had my heart racing, my skills and senses heightened to dangerous levels and after the voices stopped, my body shut down, my system dropping back to normal levels so quickly I could do little more than pass out in exhaustion.
"Shit," I mumble before I hit the floor.
Hmm, I guess I dropped it when I passed out. I glanced around the room for any indication of the time, looking out the windows for the rising or setting sun but the clouds were out, blocking my view so I turned, grasping the cold organ. Upon first inspection, from both the heart and my hand, I'd say three hours. The outside was crusted with blood but with a firm curl of my hands I squish the organ with a feeling I could only describe as day old play-dough. The flesh was somewhat tough but the inside was still soft and squishy, cold and rotten smelling, as the action had pushed the blood out the severed arteries, but still surprisingly soft. My nose curls up at the smell and I stop the action.
After insuring my immediate safety I check my body. During a blood heat my mind shuts down, only focusing on the anger and hatred and in that anger pay little head to my body or life for that matter. Moving and fighting long after I should have dropped dead. I calm myself down, breathing in deeply as I ran a mental check on my body, popping, moving and shifting each part of my body. My back burned, the hard floor was not comfortable and ignoring the darkening bruises now lining my flesh, the assholes were under trained but a few had gotten in some hits, one hit each but still a hit, I curl upwards with a groan and look around the room once more.
Seeing as no idiot was crashing through the roof I stand, instantly regretting the decision as the blood rushed form my head and the room spun. My hand shot out on instinct and thankfully found the table behind me, I paused, allowing the broken wood to hold my weight… a shocking fact as the table was currently smashed in half. The dead body still stuck in the middle, the jagged pieces of wood still impaled into the flesh and the large wounds continued to pour blood onto the floor.
I look at the pool of red, lifting up my shoe in disappointment and give it a shake, once, twice, three times like this action will somehow get rid of the iron filled liquid and when it doesn't I frown, shrugging once and place my foot back into the puddle, smearing the blood into the wood. I turn, scanning the room and after a moment, my eyes following the outline of the building figuring out its weakest point and head in that direction. My hand met up in the far end of the room and after curling my fingers into a fist smash it through the thick wood like its nothing but straw. I reach around, my fingers tapping the sides of the hidden but not hidden hole and finally find my prize. The large sack of money, and diamonds I discovers after I pull it out. I drop the bag filled with diamonds into my sack, a sack I'd taken from a body and after dumping out a pair of dirty underwear, some shirts and a few knives, which I placed back inside the bag, slung the cloth sack over my shoulder.
After adjusting the bag to fit my size I examine the room. Wanting nothing more than to leave but a part of my mind begged me to stay, telling me to loot the bodies and check for valuables. I do, looting each person with ease and checking the bingo book for a matching face and after finding none, I doubted I would as this place was too small for big time criminals turn, walking to the door like I hadn't killed twelve people and weren't stepping over their dead bodies. When I get to the door I turn, stepping outside the building and strike a match on the frame as I went. I pause, looking at the flame and at the bodies for a moment and after admiring my handy work one last time toss the match into the room.
It hits a body and bounces on the floor, igniting with ease as the iron filled blood now mixed with oil, split form dozens of lanterns littering the room, ignites, and I watch with a smile as the room went up in flames. I'm forced to step back, not out of fear of the flames but fear for my clothes, as the initial flash of heat was so intense the soft materials also covered in oil could burn away in an instant and leave my in an awkward situation. Make no mistake, I wasn't embarrassed about my body, quite the opposite in fact but walking into a town stalk naked, even a small town was bound to turn a few heads and publicity was the last thing I needed right now.
I turn, making my way down the path, carefully checking for traps and after a few wrong turns finally find the main path. This path travel the whole country, leading you to each of the main villages and branching off into many side roads and small towns. I tried to avoid villages, I got to many looks and questions about the merchandise I had "found" and tried to stick to small hotels and flea markets to make my cash.
I shake my head as I glance up at the sky; I had taken out my sack of water, wringing out now dripping cloth and proceed to wash off my hand.
This had been the fifth time this month.
At first I was cautious, my mind running through the usual questions. How had they found me? How had they caught up with me so quickly? How many were there? And most importantly, Did he know? After all it had been seven years since my escape. Seven years since I lost her and Seven years since I was branded a criminal and a trader of my people. That fact burned me the most, they had betrayed me and I was the one that got outcasted, forced to flee for my life.
When had freedom become caged?
But after a quick inspection and three idiots killed by my hand I realized this wasn't them. They wouldn't fall so easily. No, this was simply bad timing, for them of course. A group of thugs that picked on the wrong female. What could I say?
Karma was a bitch.
I often thought of myself as Karma. The living embodiment of balance. Dishing out punishments where they were needed and leaving behind a trail of dead bodies. I know it was bad. I know killing people was wrong but I couldn't help the thrill of the fight. To feel the blood moving through someone's body and finally, out of their pores. It thrilled me to no end. But when things got quiet, usually at night. When the world had calmed down, the crickets happily chirping by the lake I wondered what my Karma would be? If I was everyone else's Karma.
Who would deliver my punishment?
I'd met a few people that fit the bill, the right stature, the right powers and the potential skills but no one came close… not with my trump card. I wondered how long I'd have to wait until I met someone as deranged as I was. Little did I know that my Karma was sitting in his office, overlooking Suna, three days before he was named Kazekage.
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