My first decent fan fiction! Hopefully this one wont be marysueish like my last one --;.
Enjoy (Naruto is Masashi Kishimoto's and not mine, if it was, I'd be too busy making SasoDei Canon to write for fanfiction. net!)
If you had been strolling through the Aizawa clan's territory on a normal Friday morning, there wouldn't be much noise, except for chorus of birds as they flew over head
If you had been strolling through the Aizawa clan's territory on a normal Friday morning, there wouldn't be much noise, except for chorus of birds as they flew over head. It would be a perfect image of silence, so quiet, you could be sat with a dog curled up beside you and hear its fleas as they scurried around. Forget the image I've planted in your head now, as today this wasn't the case.
'Ack!' Aizawa Shiroi yelled. Tiredly, her mother, Kimiko trudged into the kitchen only to find her daughter stood beside several pans scattered across the floor. It wasn't hard to tell where they came from as the cupboard above Shiroi's head was wide open. 'Its 7 o'clock in the morning' Kimiko managed to utter in between yawns 'Why are you already up?'
'I had to be up this early' Shiroi explained picking up the pans and carefully storing them in the cupboard 'or I'll be late'
'Late?' Kimiko said 'School starts at 9'
'But I'm Nagato-Sempai's class, If I'm not careful I'll be Nagato late' Shiroi moaned.
Nagato Izumi, Shirois new classmate was infamous in the village. Daughter of the Tsukage, the village leader, she was used to having everything her own way. She was a nasty, manipulative piece of work.
'Up already Kiddo?' a voice from the doorway boomed into the kitchen, Taking Kimiko and Shiroi by surprise. 'Good morning dad' Shiroi smiled. Shiroi's father, Ryuzaki returned his daughters smile. 'Here, I have a present for you!' Ryuzaki pulled out a bouquet of flowers, all colours of the rainbow and handed them to his daughter. 'Wow! Thanks' Shiroi said excited, hugging Ryuzaki 'These are just what I needed'. Shiroi grabbed a pair of scissors from the top draw, swiftly cut the stems off all the flowers, until they were reduced to a pile of leaves and flower heads, which Shiroi stuffed into her bag. 'Thanks!' She said again
'Aren't going to show us?' Kimiko yawned
'Un?' Shiroi mumbled
'Show us your ability' Kimiko explained
'Ok!' Shiroi said unzipping her bag and whipping out a large white lily. Uncurling her fingers, she placed the flower carefully on her palm.
As you may have guessed by now, Shiroi isn't exactly normal. At a first glance, she seems to be a shy quiet girl, more interest in clay modeling than fighting, would rather be sleeping than training, the sort of girl who allows people to boss her around, she'll do what they say, she never fights back. The bottom of her class. If you passed her in the street you would looked twice. That's because she would have her hands in the pockets. Hands: The only things that set Shiroi apart from her peers. Her hands had mouths in them. It was a trait passed down generations, to unlucky members of the Aizawa clan. Ryuzaki was originally from another clan so he wasn't affected. Kimko only had one on her left hand. Shiroi was unlucky enough to have them on both her hands. Despite the fact the looked grotesque, they did have one advantage.
Slowly, a large pink tongue emerged then retreated from Shiroi's palm mouth, dragging the flower head with it. Shiroi waited for al few seconds and then, the mouth opened, the flower emerged once again, but now in the form of a butterfly with delicate white wings. Kimiko and Ryuzaki beamed with pride as their daughter proved she had turned her disfigurement into beauty and maybe even a fighting skill. 'I have to take it away now' Shiroi said capturing the butterfly 'its poisonous' She gently placed the butterfly into her school bag, among the other flowers.
'We're so proud!' Kimiko said wrapping one arm around Shiroi's shoulder.
'Someday, maybe you will be the greatest ninja in the village!' Ryuzaki said
Shiroi looked down solemnly.
"No" She whispered sadly "However strong I end up, I'll never be stronger than Deidara"
Kimiko and Ryuzaki were taken aback by this last comment. It had been years since they'd heard someone say the name of their first born child, their only son, only now to hear his name casually dropped into a conversation like that.
Shiroi stared at them, she could tell from their eyes she'd upset them.
"I must go now" she uttered, then slowly opened the door and left her parents alone.