Sayuri of the Leaves
The Avatar of Hate:
It is humoring how one person, no, not even a physical being, but a name, can inspire hatred into the breath of a single person. With their next and every breath, infecting others with fragments of hate, in due course spreading to every living being. To garner the abhorrence of society would require one to commit crimes so heinous they would be punishable by death. Or simply to have been born.
Sayuri noticed a figure stagger through the front door, she didn't need to see a face, his scent told her everything. Everyone has a unique scent, Kotohiki was no different, he came home reeking of blood and alcohol every night; a stark contrast to the man he played during the day. Surprisingly this night Sayuri picked up another smell…semen. What woman would lower herself to satisfy garbage like him? Not even a prostitute would open herself to his patronage; maybe he was a patron to himself, who knew. Whoever she was (if she existed at all) if only she could see Kotohiki now. It was pathetic, watching him miserably struggle to maintain balance by forcing his back to the wall, while attempting to remove his sandals.
There was a hard thud as he slipped to floor. Poor bastard. In that moment the young child pitied him, the man who for eight years had caused her body so much pain, and still does. She dropped her head to the floor with a sigh, debating whether or not to help him up. Lucky bastard without me the entire village would see him for the sickening trash he is. Slowly the Samaritan made her way towards the limp man.
Leaning forward to lift Kotohiki, Sayuri caught a glimpse at the light pink scar running up her right forearm: punishment for not sharpening Kotohiki's kunai to his liking.
"You're lucky to have me around" the moment the words left her lips she realized the foolish mistake she had just made, not two seconds after an intense pressure hit the girls left shoulder "ahhhrr" the scream was sickening to her, it let Kotohiki know he could win. She slid across the unfinished wood floor, trying to get a grip, but only succeeded in picking up splinters before crashing into the nearest wall 20 feet away.
Damn just because he's lost all ability to control movement, doesn't mean he's lost his strength, REMEMBER THAT NEXT TIME! Just then the rhythm of his slurred voiced filled the room.
"SAYURI YOU…. L-LITTLE BITCH"
He must really be hammered normally its just bitch
"Y-YOU…UNGER-GERATEFUL LITTLE…BASTARD"
Idiot he's too drunk to realize he's yelling at a plant.
"I TAKE YOU IN…AND…YOU A TRAITORS K-KID...NO" Kotohiki paused realizing the object he was thrashing about was not the intended recipient of his anger. Stammering backwards he continued with his drunken tirade. "YOUR'RE THE LUC-LUCKY ONE…ANYONE ELSE IN hic…KONOHA…WOULD WOULD...HAVE K-KILLED YOU BY NOW." Effortlessly he threw the damaged plant. Surely grateful that it should no longer endure any more abuse, unfortunately these words cannot be said for the pale girl shuddering in the corner.
The plant inched closer towards Sayuri, causing her to recoil farther into the corner of the room. Catching a flash of sable hair Kotohiki finally found a target to release his uninhibited rage upon. A surge of terror crept through Sayuri's frail body; she felt the deadly intention her guardian emitted as he reeled towards her
Oh no this is not good I—no one hit from him would mean death.
Breathing heavy, Sayuri frantically moved across the wall, using it as a brace should she receive a blow. Absolute fear stifled every sense, alone in the dark Sayuri no longer knew who she was or where she was, everything seemed blurred. The only thing that was clear was staying alive.
Being as inconspicuous as she could (which was near impossible, heavy breathing made her easy game), Sayuri slipped alongside the wall in search for the nearest door. When her small hand made contact with a door panel, she gave a sigh of relief. For a moment nothing could be heard, Sayuri thought maybe Kotohiki had passed out. That theory was soon dejected when a size 10 foot connected with Sayuri's chest.
The force of the hit sent her backwards into a dinning table, tearing it in half before she slammed into the next wall. Her hands were set to brace her fall as she slid down, a vain attempt. The poor girl could not hold up the weight of pain.
Her eyes widened as pain seared through her entire body, she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from letting free the scream lying at the bottom of her throat. Struggling she again attempted to prop herself with her hands and knees. Sadly with no success, As Kotohiki brought down his fist right in the center of her back. Sayuri hit the floor with great force, accompanied by a loud crack.
"Ahhrr" The tiny cry that left her throat was filled with the overpowering pain of the moment, and of the past.
"HA HA-HA…HA" Kotohiki let out a peculiar yet satisfying laugh "ST-STILL…LOOK I…NEED YOU?" Still hovering over the broken child, he reached down and grabbed a handful of black hair.
Sayuri's jaw grieved in pain as she was picked up by her hair. Noooooo oh God he's going to kill me. God please just this once be on my side! Seeing no hope for her situation Sayuri began to cry, it was the only way for this to stop. If Kotohiki knew he had won over Sayuri, the beating would stop. Normally that is what would occur; however this was not a normal night, her cries only succeeded in strengthening Kotohiki's malice. And so Sayuri cried into the night, if anyone heard the cries from this child in need, they made it their duty to ignore them.
Pain, Sayuri could handle pain she was use to it, but Kotohiki tried to kill her. Why I know he was drunk but…but I don't know "ahhh" It pained Sayuri to think, to move, to do anything for that matter. Her bruised and torn body just lay there exposed for hours waiting for him to return, and force her to endure the same abuse she had the night before, and the night before that, and so on for as long as she cared to remember.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
Who in the hell would show up at someone's home at this ungodly hour of the morning? Granted Kotohiki is a prominent shinobi, but he's not Hokage.
"Um" a soft voice entered the room " I-I was wondering if S-Sayuri was ok. She wasn't in class so I just wanted to see if she was um…uh fine" the voice paused in search of a response, Sayuri could not bring herself to move let alone answer back. The voice continued with a disappointed air "Um… well I guess I will see you tomorrow" another quick pause slipped "Well…bye" Sayuri could hear the dissipating steps of her visitor, she felt bad for not being able to reply.
Hmmm that was Hinata I think…yeah I'd recognize that soft shaky voice any day. I missed lessons huh? So much for it being morning, if she left right after class was released I'd say it was about 5. Kotohiki will be here in about 20 minutes. Damn.
As she continued to scan through a reel of thoughts, Sayuri remembered Kotohiki's words from the previous night.
"YOU A TRAITOR'S K-KID" She had not given those words much thought when they were originally spoken; she was preoccupied with staying alive. Now that she had a few minutes to spare she decided to think it over. Which would more or less prove to be a poor idea.
'A traitors kid' is that who I am? Is that why the village hates me? Why I HAD to spend the last eight years of my life IN HELL?! Sayuri's mind screamed as hate began to fill her veins, replacing innocent blood with pure rage. If I AM the daughter of a traitor why is my life MY DESTINEY being judged by my mother or fathers past? I don't even KNOW WHO THEY ARE! A wave of energy surged through Sayuri, that power blinded her from her surroundings. She failed to notice Kotohiki walking the path from the dirt road to his residence.
Nearby items began to break as Sayuri rose from her position on the floor, similar to that of a vampire from its coffin. All color had left her face; Sayuri's moon colored eyes now matched the natural tone of her skin. A frightening scene to witness.
Oblivious to the event occurring in his home, Kotohiki indolently made his way towards the front door. "A three-week mission Goddamn" Those words left his lips with the same pain endured by the child entrusted to his care. "Humph that brat better have cleaned that damned mess, I got company coming to the house tonight". Kotohiki stopped to think for a moment all the hard work I had to get to where I am: the missions, the fighting, the killing. To think I would be an ANBU squad leader by now, but no all I get for my trouble and hard work is a handshake and that little unappreciative brat thrown in my face. But what can I do? He let out a deep sigh as he continued to trudge towards the large oak door.
Kotohiki had just slipped his hand into his side vest pocket to retrieve his keys, when a blinding light caught him off the guard. Accompanied by an extreme force that knocked the door, several windows, a tree, and the entire façade of his house to the ground, with Kotohiki under it.
Kotohiki grunted as he extracted himself from the pile that use to be the front of his home. "W-What the hell?" Those were the only words he managed to utter as he tossed bits of wood and stone from atop of him. After a brief moment he managed to escape from the pile of rubble, falling onto even more debris. As he regained his center he quickly lost it again as he was confronted by a violent dark blue light.
As Kotohiki reoriented himself (again) he realized the blue light was pure chakra. What is this chakra? Who is it coming from? Kotohiki cautiously moved towards the light, his eyes widened as he saw who put forth this strange energy "NO IT CAN'T BE"
Those were the only words Sayuri allowed him to speak, before manipulating her chakra to hoist him into the air. As this terrifying new Sayuri walked towards him, Kotohiki noticed she was covered in a white design that stretched along her entire body. Her hair and eyes were completely white. It was then true fear covered his soul.
Kotohiki grunted as Sayuri tightened the grip on him while bringing his body closer to hers. For what seemed like an eternity Sayuri just stared at her prisoner, perhaps pondering what to say now that the tables were turned. Sayuri's countenance displayed no emotion as she began to speak.
An incredible new voice left her lips "Who am I?"
"The Devil" Kotohiki managed to choke out "Just like your father"
"Humph" Sayuri's mouth tightened "So it's my father this village detest so much? The wh-"
Kotohiki cut her off "YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT OROCHIMARU WAS SCUM AND YO-" Sayuri used force to silence Kotohiki.
"Do not interrupt me" the deadly tone of her voice sent a tinge of alarm down Kotohiki's spine. "Orochimaru is his name? So since he is not here, you and the rest of Konoha choose to ridicule and shame me? To avoid looking me in the face, but talk horrible things behind my back?" She paused for a moment a began again "Why?"
"Because you're him…Orochimaru"
Sayuri's face twisted in anger "I AM NOT!" she cried as she flung Kotohiki into the side of the house. She relinquished him of her grip and slowly began walking towards Kotohiki.
"NO GET THE H-HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER" Kotohiki attempted to move backwards to no avail, a large section of the debris was blocking the way.
"It is humoring how one person, no, not even a physical being, but a name, can inspire hatred into the breath of a single person. With their next and every breath, infecting others with fragments of hate, in due course spreading to every living being. To garner the abhorrence of society would require one to commit crimes so heinous they would be punishable by death. Or simply to have been born."
A terrible cry escaped from Kotohiki's throat, it was the last noise he made before joining the ranks of hell.