Breakaway

"See you later Ino!"

I raised my hand as I went to my locker to gather my things. Turning slightly I saw a glimpse of bubble-gum colored hair breeze by me. It was Sakura Haruno and her girly puke pink hair.

We used to be tight back then, but things never seem to last as time goes by. We got over it after some time, but it was never the same. My eye twitched as I caught sight of her leather stilettos and new dark-wash Aeropostale skinny's. It was thanks to me that she'd ever wear anything signature brand to school, or manage to talk to guys without with confidence.

And what thanks did I get?

A cold shoulder.

She ended our friendship after her quest for Sasuke (aka fag boy/ultimate jerk) started. We got back years later but nothing can heal the scars that burn to this day.

I admit, I did like Sasuke, but that was before I realized what a cold and uncaring monkey-butt he was to everyone. Problem was he didn't care. No matter how hot he is, his crappy attitude was a major turn off. All he wanted was to be the top in everything and to get on with his life. And maybe a little Vendetta towards his older brother who disappeared a couple of years back. No one really knows the truth about that guy. A lot of rumors started spreading in school that he supposedly murdered a lot of people before he disappeared, maybe his own blood too. But they were also extremely rich. No doubt they paid the media and others to keep their mouths shut, slowly letting the rumors die down.

Now back to the story of my ex-best friend. Sakura back then wasn't always so bold and daring like she is today. I remember perfectly when she first moved here. We were 12 years old. This community isn't very big and mostly everyone knew each other since they were babies. So when she came, she was alone. No one in school knew how to act around a complete stranger so they all just let her be. In other words, she was ignored.

I remembered when I first moved here and the same thing happened to me five years earlier than her. But unlike her quiet self back then, I was loud and defiant. I couldn't and wouldn't tolerate their silence so I made myself known. Pretty soon they accepted me and I became 'popular'. No one saw a personality like mine before and took a major interest in getting to know "the new girl".

I did not want a repeat of what happened to me happen to her, so I approached the shy Sakura and taught her how to be confident and find her true self. Through me she was able to become bold and find her own voice. Now we're 16 and nothing's the same anymore.

[Strangers - Friends - More than Friends [sisters] - Strangers again]

"Bye Ino my butt." I mumbled as I turned around and walked away.

I sighed as I got to my locker. School was finally over and onto winter break at last. Silvershore High was not a place that I would miss. I slammed my locker shut and spun my lock. Hoisting up my black purse on my shoulder, I carried my two weeks of homework and study-guides for upcoming midterms on my other arm.

School gave no mercy. I only made it past the double doors of my school when my stupid arm started cramping. That's what I get for carrying two fat textbooks along with my two other thick note-filled folders and a 270 page notebook. I grunted as I shifted them to a more comfortable position. "Just a few more feet." I said through clenched teeth. The parking lot was full of kids escaping school and I was one of them. As I reached my black Civic I dug inside my purse with my free hand for the keys. They fell as I tried to catch a book that started slipping. "Damn karma!" Sighing deeply I bent to pick them up. A shadow then came over me and I stood up.

"Here you go Ino."

"Thanks Shika." I grabbed my keys from his hand and smiled.

"No problem. But why don't you just get a backpack like the rest of the world to put those troublesome things in?" He put in lazily while shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I told you. My backpack got ripped apart by retarded neighborhood dogs when they smelled spilled roast beef sauce on it. It was after I spent my money to get my car. Budget's tight and I'm too lazy to buy another one." Finally I got my keys to unlock the driver's door. "Guess a certain someone's starting to rub off on me." I commented and sent a sly smirk towards my long-time best bud, Shikamaru Nara.

He winked at me and shrugged. "That's what happens when you hang out with a troublesome guy like me for as long as you have." "I got to go now though. Mom's going to be yelling at me for not making it home on time again. Oh and Ino, think of a more believable excuse next time. Retarded dogs and roast beef my ass." I stuck out my tongue. "I'll stop when you stop cursing." He smirked and started walking towards his midnight RX8.

"Bye!" I shouted after him. He lazily waved an arm.

His car was so much better than mine…

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray.

"Mom, Dad? I'm home!"

I looked around the empty two story house and turned on the lights. I drew in a sharp breath as the bulbs illuminated the floor and the walls. Shattered glass was all over the ground and my mom's priceless porcelain stood broken. There were dents in the walls and even some of our chairs were damaged. By the looks of things, they were probably thrown against the wall. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming in frustration.

Dammit they did it again!

For some reason ever since my parents returned from their last hunt, they've started acting really weird and fought nonstop.

Well, I guess my family was never normal to begin with.

In case you were wondering about the hunt part, don't worry I'll explain.

We've descended from Europe and Asia's best hunters combined. And what we hunt are not the shy Bambi or even the monstrous grizzles that ruled the deep evergreen forests.

No, what we hunted was much different.

They've been alive for centuries and generations past, preying on the living only at night. Retractable needle-like teeth along with extendable nails that could turn into powerful claws are a few of their deadly weapons. But the deadliest are their hypnotic eyes. They would range from the most extraordinary and captivating colors imaginable. When hungry, they would slowly turn to crimson reflecting the color of their deepest desire.

They are also immortals…

These creatures have a voice that no one can describe. To humans, it would sound like soft purple velvet and a 100% seductive. To us trained hunters, it sounds as cold and empty as the Angel of Death himself. We called the voices of these creatures, Majutsu wa sasayaku (Devil's Whisper).

What exactly are these creatures you ask?

There is only one word that can describe these heartless and deceiving beings.

Strigoi in Roman

Ekimmu from the Babylonian and Assyrian Demonology

Nosferatu in Romania

Vyrkolakas in Greek

And in English?

Vampires…

They could enchant any human except those who have been highly educated by the immortal monks within the ancient Shangri La Covenant.

They are a group of ex-vampires who have committed themselves in purifying their once dark ways. They and the hunters of old made a pact by blood that united the two races in hope of vanquishing the ones who made the pact with the devil. (The original creators of the infectious vampire race) Now, centuries later the monks no longer rely on blood to sustain their hunger. As time passed they've started to develop more human characteristics while maintaining their indestructible power and strengths. They believe that God has finally forgiven them of their sins and has shown mercy on them…

So what are we exactly? Or more importantly what am I?

Vampire Hunters

.o0xXx0o.

I made my way towards our outside balcony after cleaning up the mess. A cool breeze with a hint of daisies touched my face. Looking out I saw the blue sky and for once wished that I was a normal girl living a typical life. I did not want to become a hunter someday and waste my whole life killing and hunting.

To some, it was an honor. To me it was a curse.

My parents and I have been fighting too since that hunt of theirs. Our once happy family is now hardly patched up. They demanded so much of me physically and emotionally making me feel as if the whole world was to be on top of my shoulders.

Trying to belong in both worlds was hard. I tried to rise up to my parents expectations but I always felt like a failure. When I voiced out my thoughts and dreams of the future, it felt as if no one was listening.

I took a pillow from our chair outside and screamed my emotions in it.

I want to escape

Trying hard to reach out

But when I'd try to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I pray

I could break away

I saw the destruction once again in front of me.

It was the two days later when it happened again. Just as I returned from working at my family's flower shop, I felt the same tense and confused atmosphere every time they fought in the house. And as I predicted, chaos lay before me once again. I balled my fists trying to stop them from shaking and from losing my temper. It was always me who had to clean up their mess and the routine was getting annoying fast.

Taking a deep breath I cleared my head. After closing my eyes I concentrated on the mess that lay before me and went deep into the back of my mind. After feeling the familiar tug of power, I grabbed hold of it and released it.

I opened my eyes and everything was fixed again for now…

This was yet another thing that set me apart from normal beings. I could fix things. But never anything serious, like an injury. Only with broken objects that could easily be repaired. I never really knew why I had this gift or why it was given to me.

They said I was blessed. Rare cases like me where vampire hunters possesed powers were special (according to my parents). Not only was it a huge help in battling vampires but it also served as a reminder that God gave these few selected people powers in desperate accounts when the hunters needed to emerge victorious over the undead whenever they would seem to win and all hope was lost.

I think that the last part is bullpoopie (yes i said it) that my parents just made up to make me feel good about my powers instead of feeling like a freak. But how can fixing things be a blessing or any help in battling a vampire? Something like controlling the elements would be more of a blessing to me. This was lame and boring. But deep down there was a small portion that was glad I had them. It gave me a sense of distinctness and small hope.

Soon I felt the drain of energy after using my ability. But it was nothing that a good snack couldn't fix. I drained a glass of juice and started thinking.

My brows knotted. The fights that my parents started having were becoming more and more frequent.

Something is putting them on edge more than ever; something big. Maybe something was going to happen on this week. I eyed the calendar of this month. Nothing was marked on any of the days. Frustrated I gave up. The more I thought about it, the more my head started to hurt. But I made a mental note to ask my parents later when they got home.

If they got home…

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

"What the hell do you want Ino?"

My parents finally came home at 2:30 in the morning and very pissed.

I gulped and approached my mom who was usually the nicer one of the two. Usually

Pushing back all of my fears I faced my mom defiantly and asked the question that was on my mind for some time now.

"Mom, what's going on?"

She dropped her keys on the counter and didn't spare even a glance at the fixed living room as she made her way upstairs. Pausing she turned around to face me. "What are you talking about Ino?" My mom looked really aggravated and weary. I almost felt sorry for her.

"Mom, I'm not dumb. There's something bigger going on and I can sense it. Ever since the last hunt 3 months ago, you and dad have both been acting strange. You guys fight way too much, come home later and later, and not to mention that you both have been on edge 24-7." I stared at her once young and smiling face now lined with age searching for any expression.

What I found scared me. Her eyes were so bloodshot and dilated her face a pasty white and she seemed to be trying to prevent… something from surfacing.

"Mom, are you okay?"

She turned sharply toward me. "Get away before I kill you." Her body started shaking uncontrollably and she pushed past me. Scared I took a step back and her door slammed shut seconds later.

What?

I stood there dumb until I dragged myself to my room and slowly closed the door.

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean

Get on board a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

The following days were the same as that day, only the fights and the mess grew worse.

I hated going home because the atmosphere was too much for me to cope with. Traces of rage, frustration, and despair reeked everywhere.

I left…

I needed to get away from everything. From the past and present without a care for the future. I needed to breakaway…

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging 'round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

Well there you have it! My first chapter of this dark tale. WHOOO!

Unlike my other story that i didn't really like, i'm sure that i'll continue this one till the end :)

What made me write this story?

I think that with all the vampire and werewolf fad going on there needed to one for naruto with Ino as the main character. But with a lot of serious butt-kicking action love stories and twists which will happen soon.

So i hope you guys enjoy reading tis as much as i enjoy writing it! :D

Review please

~ xXbl00d-KunoichiXx

p.s. i kinda elaborated more to clear things up. Thanks to Kigaroo for the helpful review ^^

Song: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson