Fantasy

When I was young my mother would always tell me a fantastic story, one with a ruling father, a jealous sister and gruesome battles. But what astounded me most is that the characters in this story were related to my destiny. Now don't get me wrong I've never truly believed in fairytales, but it was how my mother read them which made them believable…

Before the autumn dawn, the sun rose from under the horizon and shun the water with vibrate colors. The ocean blue currents clam itself at the stars arrival. My toes deep in the sands surface, I just stood there looking blindly at the orange ball of fire floating once more to clam its sky. It was purely beautiful no words could describe. Even as I was only four I knew the depth of meaning this gave.

Soon I turned to a damsel her long blue sundress flowed in with the wind her locks tied in a bun which sat on her head. Her green eyes illuminated her face. I looked at her in a confused yet censer gaze, my eyes were much like her own a deep sea foam green, my hair I know was completely ordinary compared to my mothers intense shade of pink... My hair was a sombre black, which I resorted was from my father, who I never did had the pleasure of meeting.

"Mommy what is it that you wanted to tell me?" I questioned, she'd awoken me up this earlier for a propose, but what I couldn't tell was what.

Her lips curled a bit on the end into a small smile. "I wanted to tell you a story Scipio." My green orbs widened in happiness, I couldn't resist but embrace to her, my toes still invoked in beach sand.

She sat on the warm sand as bear footed as I was. I seated myself next to her laying my head on her shoulder, we both sat there watching the water and sun which shun our face. A few minutes of complete and utter silence. I wanted to remain like that forever to stop time, it was such a wonderful feeling the safety to be at my mothers side but I knew it couldn't't last forever the silence soon ended as she parted her lips.

"Scipio remember the story I told you the one of Ranmyaku and his three children?" I nodded slowly looking from the water to my mothers calm expression.

"And how this story effected my life? Right mother?" She nodded in approval to my reply.

Her lushes lips began to form in to a down wards frown, yet her eyes still pinned on the suns rays. "Well it's a true story everything… its true. Scipio you must know that your father died at his brothers hands." My eyes widen, I felt as if a knife pierced my flash my mother never spook of my father, I could tell she was having a hard time to continue as hot liquid lined onto her cheeks… she was crying.

"Mommy-"

"Scipio, I want you to find Ranmyaku's children… when the time comes you'll know what to do from there." I looked at my mothers pail face her wary eyes looked to me practically pleading me to do as she says. "I promise mommy." That's when she embraced me in a bone crushing yet gentle hug and kissed my cheek.

"Ok… now what you must first do is to take Tamae and hide in our special genjustsu place in the tree house understand?" I nodded I knew exactly what she was talking about but that place was only used for extreme emergencies and that's what scared me the most.

My mother and I ran back into our small beach house surrounded by ocean and sand thriving plants and a near by forest. My hands became weak as I awakened my sister.

"Tamae get up, we gatta go." I stated quickly yet quietly, Tamae didn't say anything and we ran towards our mothers room. Mommy looked different… she was wearing her shinobi outfit.

She noticed my entrance and turned to face me; my short jet black hair flinched a bit at my mothers narrowed eyes. "Scipio if I don't make it to the tree house in three hours assume the worst and run away from here, anywhere but here understood?"

"Yes." I had a sadden tone in my voice which was clearly auditable. She embraced me and my sister one last time before she told me to go to the genjustsu tree house.

I was there in mere seconds with Tamae right behind me we sat in the small house, mother left a few supplies just in case. I raised my palm to grasp a kunai, my knees where shaking in hopes of which I had no need to use it.

Several hours past as I looked out the only window in the small house. My eyes widened to a sight unimaginable, smoke a few yards away. I climbed down, but my foot catched onto one wooden step which caused me to slip and fall flat. Tamae pounced beside me as steadied myself to stand. I suddenly began to feel a cold rush creeping down my spine, soon enough several drops of white flacks landed neatly on my hair and forehead, my black bangs shifted in movement as I look up ash and snow fell from the now clouded sky, it was usual for it to snow at this time of year, aside from that the ashes which were predictable.

The ground began to get heavy with powder of white the colourful leaves from the trees as they darkened in color and was dead to the world as it fell.

I walked hesitant towards our home. Only to find it burn to the ground nothing but smoking wood and ash. Tears threatened to come out but a small growl from Tamae redirected my view towards craters in the ground and what seemed to be a trail of… blood.

My bangs now began to cover my green eyes as I followed the trial hoping, praying it was not my mothers.

I hide close in-between, trees I knew perfectly well how to conceal my chakra. The bloody trail increased as I looked to see Tamae halt, I looked up to see what cased the sudden pause. Tears now unable to hold freely slid out as I took in the sight of a pink-haired women not too far from where I was standing, lay emotionless on the ground. I didn't care if it was a trap I ran towards her holding on her shoulder. "Mommy wake up." I said silently, as more tears came running down. Tamae brushed her cheeks hoping for any sign of movement. Unfortunately there was not any.

"Mother wake up…please wake up." Temae stated hesitantly. I finally took notice of something clenched deep in her hands I grasped it. it was completely blood stained but easy to tell what it was… a small cloth witch was black with crimson red clouds which seemed torn, and a head band the one like mother placed on with her shinobi outfit but this was different it had a deep cut through it.

I couldn't bear it any longer if I stayed I would also die and with my mothers corpse mere centimetres from me I backed away and shoved both items in my pant pocket. I continued to move back slowly shocked and terrified. "h-how did they kill mother… no one can kill mother!" I shouted before a warm heat invaded my back … another chakra just behind me and this was intense. I slowly turned to reveal a profile of someone so cold blooded with crimson eyes. I took a few steps back towards my mother. I saw a torn piece of cloth from the man coat that easily matched the one in my pocket. It was pure silence for what seemed like an eternity. I quickly prejudge the situation and sought him to be the one responsible for my mothers death.

Crimson met crimson.

My eyes turned its shade as I narrowed them to the man in front of me. All he could do was smirk as his lips twisted.

Without even knowing what I was doing I ran towards the tall man my eyes fixed on his movements. "Ugh." I stated when I came in contact with his fist to my stomach. I fell to the ground in pain. "W-why did you kill my mother you bastered!" I raised my voice with out even thinking which rewarded me with a deep cold blooded scowl.

"You are weak. Why are you are you weak? Because you lack… hatred. You are not even worth killing. If you wish to kill me hate me detest me and survive in an unsightly way then run and cling to life…"

Those words so cruel and devoured in hate and disgust that it intimated me, not only his words but his blood shot eyes haunting my every movement. I was in complete fear but he was the one who killed my mother I continued to repeat to myself. He killed her!

I gripped myself as I hesitated to get up, it felt like gravity seemed to have the upper hand, but I brought myself up stared back at his eyes.

"I…am not… weak." I whipped out the kunai that I found in the tree house and steadied myself. I've never killed or have gone in to battle with a shinobi; the only battle practice was either at the far academy or my mother…

He looked at my movements a pleased curl of his lips told me he was amused by my willingness.

"As expected of my child."

It felt as if my heart skipped a beat, I stared wide-eyed on the situation.

"F-fa-father?" That one word I thought I never were to say was now ringing in my mind as I spoke, mother said he was dead…

Then Temae spoke aloud. "Your suppose to be-"

"Dead? Is that what Sakura told you?"

I took a step back. "Your brother killed you... "

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "He never killed me, he is nothing to me." A small and hardly auditable grunt, which if closely heard can sound like a small laugh; was said before the tall man continued. "Is that what Sakura told you to get you away from me? Foolish women."

My eyes flickered quickly and with the intent to kill imbedded in them, as I lugged forward my kunai clutched tightly in my palm.

Poke.

It became silent the air, was it because of the fact the man before me just attacked me by poking my fore head. I blinked a few times to realize what has just been done. He shifted his long black and crimson clouded coat as he turned. Yet he never walked away just stood my eyes fixed on his back.

"What's your name?" He asked me his tone was much softer now… almost kind.

Now that I wasn't looking in to his eyes, I seemed more calm, but I knew it wasn't because of that; it was because… he was my father. I tensed at that a bit at the thought.

"Only if I'm able to ask you a question?"

"hn" I took that as a yes.

"Why did you kill my mother?"

A moment of complete silence, nothing but snow softly drizzling. "She betrayed me."

I looked down my bangs covered my now green eyes. "Scipio… my name is Scipio."

He turned his head too meet my gaze but I didn't look back. Then he left.

I would never forget that day. My mothers last words to me, and my fathers parting ones.

We were from then on, alone.

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A/N: This is the new and rewritten copy of 'the lost one'. And also if you didn't catch on, that was Sakura's son speaking. Comments and feedback are always welcomed. :)