Warning! This is a remake of 'Music box' so if you didn't like the old version, I hope you like the new version! But in this version, Rin never went into the real world, she stayed in the Naruto world. So please review and tell me what you thing about it! Pretty please! ^.^
It was dark again, I remember the dark, it was all I could see and…feel. But as I gazed up at the black night clouds, gliding across the moon, I could feel something like non other. I could feel myself become stronger, even though I wasn't a fighter, or anything special, I could feel raw power surging through my veins.
I staggered uneasily along the muddy dirt road. My bare feel occasionally stepping on jagged rocks, cutting my feet. But compared to the pain in the back of my head, it was just a dull buzz. My right arm was cut deeply, but what I don't get, is how I got it. Had I been attacked? I don't remember…
A ghostly wind blew lightly across my un-naturally pale skin. My torn, oversized, dirty brown top gently swayed in bliss with the wind. My torn grey trousers clung to my thin legs, damp blood making it sick to me.
More dark clouds covered the moon, making it impossible for me to see the moon now. I gradually began to become weaker and weaker, the raw power that had once pushed me on, was all but now lost. Pain was becoming very strong and overpowering. Losing my focus ever so slight, I lost my footing and stumbled down into the filthy ground, my hands and arms broke my fall, but I might have earned a few more scrapes and bruises.
I stayed still for awhile longer, unable to summon up the energy to move my body anymore. The dark trees were towering over me, casting their shadows across my small self. It almost made me blend in with the night. But my pale skin was bright, and becoming paler by the second with the blood loss.
Slowly, but painfully, my eyes began to slid shut. I sucked in what I thought would be my last breath, before I slid off into unconsciousness.
No One's P.O.V
A man, no older than twenty, slowly made his way down a small pathway. But the pathway itself was muddy, due to the fact that there was rain earlier that morning. Right about now, it would be noon. But the man paid no attention to the weather, he, rather, had his head stuck in what seemed to be an interesting book in his opinion.
His silver hair pointed East, as much as the wind blew him, it didn't want to change the way it was. It remained forever East. His outfit consisted upon a black pair of trousers, gloves, sandals and jumper. Over his jumper was a green vest too, it was zipped up tight and secure as he continued to walk, carelessly. His mouth and nose was covered up, as if trying to conceal his true identity. But what was most odd, he'd covered one of his eyes with some sort of headband, only revealing on black eye.
He stopped suddenly, a breeze drifted over him. His one revealing eye narrowed into a tiny slit. There was something in the air, it smell of death. It reeked, he knew something bad had happened, it could feel it in the air.
The man put his book in his brown pouch and continued to walk forward, his guard and senses were up, as if he was trying to see if there was anyone there. He was looking for chakra, and sign of chakra. So he'd know if it was safe to continue on his walk.
He stopped suddenly, his one eye landing on a small heap on the road. He could sense something coming off it, it was…chakra. It was very faint, but it was chakra. The man took another step toward the bundled up heap on the road. "Hello…" he said, his tone of voice was serious but it was hard to pick up any emotion. He took another step toward the heap. "…are you awake?" he asked.
There was no reply, only the deadly silence that plagued the area he was in. He took a deep breath from under his mask and took the next few steps toward the small, unconscious body. He bent down, placing his hand on the shoulder, giving the person a light shake. Still no answer, but what he did see was marks on the body, deep gashes actually. And one at the back of the head. He began to think the person was dead.
He quickly rolled the person over, revealing a small girl, no older than four or five, she was practically a baby in his eyes. Her eyes were open a fraction, but it was well known she was unconscious. But what he could see, the girls eyes were a dark, hazy blue. Lifeless. Her hair was short, shoulder length and midnight blue. She wore what looked like a baggy top and trousers. Her feet bare with cuts and bruises in various parts of her.
He hung his head in sorrow for the poor, unfortunate little girl. But he did not shed a single tear. She must have gone through a lot of pain, but that wasn't enough, her soul had been claimed and stolen, leaving behind a lifeless body. He sucked in a deep breath and picked the girl up. The most he could do was take her body to a resting place, where her sole could lye in peace.
But first, he'd have to take her to the hospital to get her cleaned up before he did anything, he'd also have to report this to the Hokage at once.
Ok, this is a remake of
As for my other storied, I've been having some major writers block, and I don't know what to do for the next chapter, but hopefully, they will all be updated soon! ^.^
And as for Forever-Sweet, I'm still working on a Sasuke/Hinata fic, but I keep on having different ideas for it, and I keep on changing it. So right now, I've probably got over fifty different ideas written out, all I need to do is pick one out and publish it, hopefully, that too will happen soon. ^.^
I am also writing this fic because I didn't show you her childhood, and I really wanted to add that. So I hope you enjoy it, for now anyway. I also didn't explain too much about how her family was slaughtered, or who did it. And I really want to tell you more about that. I'm wondering how Rin will turn out in this story…
So please review and tell me what you think!