Hi everyone, been a long time since I've been on here. Apologies to my loyal fans. ;) Anyways, this story came to me the other night, and I was hoping to finish writing the entire thing before I posted it, but I cant wait to publish it, so Ill post what I have written. Its a tad out of character and a bit off the 'Naruto' story line but I haven't seen a kaka/saku story like this. If I have missed one on here, I apologize. I'm not quite sure where I am going with this, but I hope it turns out pretty good. Happy Reading!
I do not own Naruto
MAROONED
Chapter 1
Assess the situation
She started to wake slightly. Her vision still black, her bones and muscles ached as though she had been training for a week without break. Her thirst was high due to the overwhelming saltiness that lingered in her mouth. She head something far away. It sounded like the wind but with force, beating back and forth against something, over and over. She tried to remember the latest events that led her to her current situation, which she still did not understand.
She head the cry of a bird overhead, unable to make it out. The air was drenched in salt. Every breath she took made her thirst stronger. She could feel it on her skin. A fine salty mist covered her from head to toe. The sounds around her started to escalate and seemingly come closer. 'Where was she? How did she get here? What happened?' Questions raced through her head as she waited for her senses to regain themselves.
Slowly her vision began to fade in. Blue. Bright Light blue. Clouds. She was obviously lying on her back, now where exactly was she lying? The noises of the wind got stronger and she soon realized it was water. Not the water she was used to though, like the occasional waterfall they passed on a mission. No, this was more like a lake on a windy day, but stronger, larger. There wasn't enough wind to make a lake sound like that.
She saw a white bird flying above her, screeching a high pitched cry. 'Seagulls?' She remembered studying them when she was younger. She had a hidden fascination with birds at one point. 'But seagulls are usually found at ... ' Then it hit her. She knew where she was, but how did she get there? She had no recollection of coming here. Was she on a mission? Had she been kidnapped? The questions began to flood her again.
She tried to move, but to no avail. She heard the waves crashing over and over again, the seagulls were beginning to multiply. She had always though the ocean was beautiful, but right now, she really hated it. Her headache was getting worse from the sounds that any normal person would consider a relaxing break from the daily routine.
She lay there for what seemed like hours. She was a mess. Thirsty, disoriented, and in a severe amount of pain. Finally she began to move her fingers, then her arms, and slowly she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Good thing she was in shape, otherwise, she still would not be able to move. Her legs still had no movement, but she could feel the grains of the sand rubbing against her legs, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she could move them again.
She took a moment to look around at her surroundings. It was definitely a beach. High cliffs in the distance to her right, and her left. She wasn't sure if it was an island, but looking out at the sea, she saw no sign of any other land nearby. Behind her was a forest of various species of palm trees. It was too thick to see any further than a few hundred yards back. If it was an island, it appeared to be rather large.
Recent memories still evaded her. She took advantage of her half paralyzed state and tried to think of a strategy to put into place when she regained use of her legs. She saw quite a few pieces of drift wood nearby, some bark ripped off the palms, probably during a severe storm. First thing to do was build a shelter. Then she could search for food. And if there was enough light left, survey the landscape.
After half an hour she was able to move her legs, and another half hour in, she was able to walk on them. She slowly made her way towards the pieces of driftwood and broken bark pieces. She found a suitable spot to build her shelter and started working on it. After finishing, she noted the darkness was approaching quickly. She didn't have time to find firewood, or anything to cook, so she looked up into some of the palms around her and found one with some ripe coconuts. She gently shook the tree. Nothing. She shook it harder. Still nothing. She built chakra into her fist and punched the tree. Three coconuts flew down at her. She dodged the first one, the second one, but wasn't quick enough for the third. It proceeded to whack her on the head.
She was just a bit angry at this point, but contained herself. She punched one of the coconuts and it exploded. Coconut milk went everywhere. "Calm down. Breathe. Then split it open." She said aloud to herself. After collecting herself, she managed to tone down her chakra and perfectly split the coconut open with her fist. She went inside her makeshift shelter and laid down on the pile of palm branches she had set for her bedding. Questions raced through her mind until she was mentally exhausted and fell asleep.