This is my first fan fiction! :o people must review and tell me how it is okay? oooooohhhh i'm soo excited :)
WARNING! This story may contain a small amount of yaoi, which is boy's love. Only a very small amount. There shouldn't be anything too over the top- I'm keeping this T rated. And it's not a definate, okay?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Naruto, and I never will. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own the main character who I invented :) I don't intend to write out this disclaimer repeatedly, so this is what you are getting...
Hope you enjoy my story, and that it isn't too bad :/
Prologue
I shivered as the cool air passed over my bare feet. I tried to cover my small toes with the old blanket we found in the dumpster yesterday. It didn't help much, because the fabric was also cold from the winter night air. Michael whimpered as a cool gust of wind swept through the dark, damp alley. I sighed, and put the blanket around him. I didn't really care much about myself, but more about the small, shivering boy that lay on the cold floor beneath us. I pitied him, because there was no reason for him to be like this- homeless. I was a freak, so I understood the fear, worry, and therefore hate, people felt towards me; but this small frail boy was only here because he lost his parents. I tapped into his mind frequency, and watched his dream. It was simple, but it comforted him- a twist of the memories he had of playing in his old room. I smiled at him- the only boy I felt any emotion to. I would protect him with my life.
I tried to imagine that I was myself in a warm bed, with parents who loved me. With parents who actually cared; but I wasn't sure what to imagine. I never felt it. My earliest memory was being thrown in a dumpster by my psychopathic mother. That woman had killed my father that night, and she obviously didn't want me either. I started dosing off, slipping into a comfortable darkness, until I sensed another presence. I quickly opened my eyes, to see a silhouette of a woman standing at the entrance of the alley. I blinked once to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, but the image was platered in front of my eyes. The woman started moving towards me. Her footsteps echoed in the small space, in time with Michael's breathing. I instinctively stood in front of the boy on the floor. I was protecting the only thing that was precious to me in my life.
I tried to lock on her mind frequency, but it was hard. Her mind seemed to be very active, and difficult to determine. I found a trace, and locked onto it. I used my gift, which was also my curse, to see this woman's mind, and to see what she was thinking. But her whole brain was in a jumble. I couldn't make sense out of anything. She was mad. I looked at her, and tried to find something in her face that would say anything about her, but the dark night wouldn't allow my eyes to pick her features out. All I saw was an evil look in her eyes, as a street lamp was reflected in her face. Her hair was tangled, and a similar shade of brown to mine. Her clothes were ragged, and she smelt of the streets. Underneath her strong aroma, I smelt something familiar. Something I knew very well. Then it hit me, just as the woman stopped, only a few feet away from me.
This woman was my mother.
I looked at her face, and recognised everything in it. Everything except the eyes. Her eyes had a murderous glint, which was hidden by a chocolate brown colour, but the look was noticeable. As my mother closed the gap between us, pulling a pocket knife from under her cloak, I tried to 'convince' her mind to stop, but it was too muddled to take my request into account. I felt the cool blade settle on my skin, and cut through it with ease. I felt the warm, sticky blood trickling slowly down my neck. I could feel the pressure of the blade gradually increasing, and I held my eyes closed, waiting for it to sink deeper. But instead, the pressure was lifted, and a small thud was heard in front of me. I opened my eyes to see a man in his mid-40s, standing behind my mother, who was on the floor. He quickly looked at me and Michael.
"Come on. Let's get you out of here." He said. I just nodded. Normally, I wouldn't go anywhere with strangers, but anywhere was better than with the crazy lady who was unconscious in front of my feet. Besides, he just saved my life. He can't be that bad.
We were walking through the empty streets, with the darkness surrounding us like a thick blanket. Michael had woken up by then, and was shivering against my skin as I stayed close to him so we could share the old, broken blanket. The old man was in front of us leading the way through the dark twists and turns that scattered the streets. As the light of a street lamp past over the man, I saw his features. He had grey hair that rested on his head in a circle. His face was gentle, and his eyes full of kindness. He hid his life very well. As I raided through his mind, I found strange things. This man was what he referred to as a 'shinobi'. It seemed like some sort of ninja. I had checked time and time again to see if he had any mental problems, but the images were so clear, and he seemed sane. He had no family, but he lived in a large house in the mountains close to the village. He lived there with many others, who, according to him were also ninjas. this was all so strange to me. The idea of ninjas was so childish, that I doubted the man's memories- but I couldn't find any evidence that actually said that he was wrong. Everything was so clear in his mind; every edge, in every image was perfect. Nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary. Nothing to explain how he thought of the stupid idea of ninjas, that were completely out. I stumbled upon a few memories of him fighting. I watched him in his thoughts, as he made a series of hand signs. Then fire had burst through his mouth, not harming his in any way. And that was what did it- there was no way he could be making all of this stuff up. The feeling of the fire coming through his body- it was unimaginable. It was real.
At the realisation, I went through more memories, of when he was young, and I listened and watched as the images unfolded in front of my eyes. My attention was completely on the lessons on shinobi. I watched as a lecture on 'chakra control' unravelled in his thoughts. I was captivated by the images that were spinning through my mind, and I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I was so absorbed by this man's past, that I didn't even notice when the sun broke through the horizon, and sent warm waves through the air, along with the oranges and yellows it painted on the sky. By the time we had exited the city, and abandoned it's petrol infused air, I had a decent grasp on ninjas. As I dropped the frequency of this man's mind, i felt a tense pressure lift from my brain. It seemed the man in front of me felt the same sensation, as he started swaying from side to side, like the drunk men I watched walk away from the selection of pubs, countless times. I was worried that he was going to faint when the colour drained from his face momentarily, and i almost went to run and catch him; but he recovered, and resumed dragging us through the mountainous country terrain.
I suddenly sensed panic in the air, as Michael tripped over the rough ground, and fell towards the dirt path that lay in front of him. I quickly reacted, moving my body in the way to support his weight, and shedding the old blanket that still hung around my shoulders. He looked up at me with innocent and apologetic eyes. I sighed, and ushered him along, while i turned to pick up the now dusty material.
"Leave that there- you won't be needing it." A tired but strong voice said. I slowly turned around, following the orders that were given out from the old man's mouth in a commanding tone, that was also gentle and caring at the same time. I quickened my pace to walk alongside him and Michael, watching the different colours that were dancing across the sky.
There it is... hope it isn't too terrible. Please review and tell me what you think about it. So far all of the characters have been mine, so please don't nick them or anything.
Next chapter: Main character's name is revealed (i'm still open for suggestions for names- whoever's name is best will be payed in cookies :)), and havoc spreads through the small house in the mountains...
Please review! People who review are amazing 3
Ja ne!
