Author's Note: Hihi minna-san and hihi to Ree-chan. Gomene if I just wrote just now, my other works are definitely lost and I had a hard time remembering where I placed them. Anyways, this is only the prologue of the story, I am still thinking of changing so many of the parts so please bear with me… please R n' R
P.S: Ree-chu, have a nice summer break and gomene for not giving any reviews…hehehe…side track all the time…gomen.
BLACK BLOOD, SCARLET EYES
Yue-No-Kitsune
PROLOGUE:
Huge flames
Blooded walls
Destroyed houses
Dead bodies
"Why are you doing this!?" A man holding a kunai while his blood drips from his wounds shouted at a young girl around seven years old who was standing in front of him with eyes void of anything but face stained with blood. "Because," she trailed off. She was standing there in front of him with blood stained hands, "because, I'm tired. I'm tired of being used like a weapon."
"Che…you are a weapon! That is what you are!" the man shouted at her but his figure trembled with fear knowing that he could do naught against this monster in front of him.
"Is that why you took me away from my real parents? Is that why you also killed them to begin with? They were your friends weren't they? But you betrayed them just because of my power? Or was it because you're jealous that mother chose my father over you? Tell me? Is that the reason or are you just power hungry like this forsaken village of yours?" she spoke so calmly at him as her chakra slowly changed shape on here palm.
He knew what she was saying and he knew was happening. He could never escape the Black Reapers claw. Death will surely come and he knows its going to be a lot hell of pain. No matter how young she may look like, the blood that runs through her veins is the blood of those that had been forgotten, those who had lived in the shadows and are thought to be just plain myths and legends.
As the chakra on her palm had now gotten its own shape and has solidified itself, a long sword, twice as long as the girl with a black hilt glowed with power and death. "You can't do this!! You can't kill me! What about those few years that I was by your side! I took care of you, I gave you whatever you want and desired!! I—"
"You did nothing for me," she spoke as silent as a whisper as she walked slowly towards the man who was backing away from her with terrified eyes. "All those years…you trained me so that you could use me. You told me a lot of lie all those years, making me believe that you were my real father and that my mother was that woman. All of you, all of you were only doing all this for power but you never expected that I'll soon find out of your real plan, right?"
The man stared wide eyes at the child. Unable to move, unable to talk, he just stared at those lovely but dead silver eyes as though it was the most beautiful gem in the whole world. "You can't talk, you can't move," it was a statement as now they are only an arm length away. "I am grateful to you; to all of you for teaching me such jutsu's but, if you only knew what my mother's bloodline is…"
She raised her hand where her sword solidified, "… you would have known what my ability is."
With one well aimed swift, the man's head was then sliced so cleanly and fast from his body as another set of blood splattered into the child's body, and yet, she showed no sign of anything, not even disgust.
Her sword, created from her own chakra dissolved into nothing as she left the village she had grown from since young to be consumed by the inferno. Not even one life could be found even in the sides or inner area of the village. Each and every one of every family were all slain and their blood covered every corner of the village streets and homes. It was a brutal and disgusting sight.
The inferno blazed with satisfied hunger as it consumed everything that the young child of the black god gave to it. With so many bodies, from young infants to old people, everything, everything from that village, even animals themselves and houses were all consumed by the red flame of hell as its red glow of triumphant bloodstained greed had now been satisfied with the forsaken village that had tormented the young child.
Walls now consumed entirely by the flames and everything that once had life leaving only ashes as dawn broke into the sky. The young girl nowhere to be found but small specks of blood dried in one area near the cherry tree as an indication that she stood there watching everything that had happened until dawns break.
~x~X~x~
As the flames finally lost its rage and hunger for blood, the ninja's of the neighboring village with some villages that were also in tune with this village that has been burnt down into mingled ashes started searching for evidences on who might have done such a thing. There was no alarm that there had been an enemy village attack but it was obvious that whoever did this could never be just one or a small group of people…
But they are quite mistaken…
Konoha, Suna, Earth Country, Cloud Country and some other small villages came to investigate as to how the Snow Village ended up in such a state.
There had been no survivors at all and the bodies could hardly be identified because they could neither be ashes to begin with or they had just ended up into a very, very disgustingly charcoaled appearance. 'Brutal' is an understatement, whoever did this had been a psychopath or narcissist or just a plain sadist.
Adults or children alike and even poor animals were burned after they were sliced or stabbed to death but with only one blow which untimely caused their death.
The snow village is where every other village gets rare medical plants that could only be grown at where the Snow Village is located, that's why even the Wind Country "Suna" and the Fire Country "Konoha" would come this far to investigate. The Snow Country is practically covered in snow and not to mention, it has been cold for the past few nights when they all traveled together to reach Snow Country.
But the flames that consumed the village must be truly a large one that not even the cold snow and weather is able to die it down. Every one of the ANBU Black Ops of every village could not find a single trace of life and not even a small fragrance of the culprits could be sense, hence, even the summoned creatures could not even trace anything to anyone. It smelled like burnt flesh and decayed bodies everywhere.
Even the most cold hearted ANBU Ops did not last long and had vomit a mouthful while the other neither ended up immensely sick and unable to eat let alone drink water for a few good mile radius.
The smell was so strong that you have to travel a good mile radius not to smell such disgusting scent but because of the mountain wind, the scent is blown even a few good miles away. Those who wanted to eat could not because they could remember such disgusting memory of dead bodies that are practically unable to be recognized even if medical ninjutsu is used.
There was nothing they could do, no other things to be found and not even a single trace of the murderers.
With a final command and pleased sighs, everyone left and returned to their village with what they know of, but without any evidence of who might have done such cruel thing to everyone from that particular village but at the same time glad that they could finally leave such mass grave. Though practically, that was worse than a mass grave.
~x~X~x~
As one by one the ninja's of each village left, a few shadows lurk behind the frozen trees and the building snow, watching everything from the same time those ninja's came. They were silent the whole time, unmoving, just like shadows themselves. They watched and observed what those ninja's are doing making sure to not leave even a single thing out of their memory.
If those ninja's were unable to find anything out of the ordinary or even the scent or essence of the culprit(s), then they are nothing compared to these shadows that lurk behind the frozen trees who were watching them with calculative gazes and unmoving feelings.
They are cold as ice, not even minding the smell nor the sight of such disgusting and brutal kill that could actually be imagined by just watching the crime scene which is the actual village in itself.
They were only analyzing everything with patience and calculative gazes, not leaving one single area unchecked and the coldness of the night is nothing to them.
"Pathetic…they can't even see nor sense such obvious trail." A silent whisper full of hate and antagonistic feeling yet it sounded like a beautiful chime was spoken by one of shadowed figure. It was obvious that it belonged to a girl and the said girl is the shortest among the entire hooded figure in the area.
Another hooded figure spoke, this time with a snicker of amusement as a response towards what the female said. "It can't be helped; you should know that they aren't that smart. They never try to see the small picture in anything. They always prefer to see the big picture leaving the most important details, which is, the small picture." It was a soft baritone as its owner spoke and it is clear that this is a boy.
The other hooded figures neither snorted as a 'yes' nor just shrugged in approval to what the boy said. Now that every one of those ninja's are gone, they had come out of their hiding making sure that no one of those ninja's is near within a two mile radius.
"Tsk. Whatever, we're here to find any trace of essence that might be 'that person' or any survivor that could lead us to 'that person'. Just to make sure that we did not leave any kind of unseen spot, we should stay at least two days here and re-search everything." The same female that spoke with hate, spoke again, this time in a soft but commanding voice as though she is the leader of their group.
No one tried to argue, knowing that what she said is true and what they had also been thinking. Each one went to a designated area to search without anyone telling them. They were silent as they also tried to ensure not to leave any essence of their chakra behind nor their scent.
Just how they do things and how they move clearly shows how professional they are though most of them are practically short for adults. Some of them are as tall as a twelve year old kid if not at least as tall as a ten year old.
Even with the white hood that made all them seem like a part of the scenery they were cautious in every step they make of any kinds of jutsu's they use as they looked and memorized every detail of the place.
They never spoke a single word when they started and only the silent whisper of the wind gave the silence a breakthrough. "Do you guys think we could find 'that person'?" a voice that of a soprano spoke -obviously a girl- in a soft whisper.
Even though they are a yard apart, or practically more in which they could not see each other in eyes length, they were able to hear her loud and clear even if she had just whispered her question. She was as short as the first girl who spoke with that of a twelve year old kid. When she asked that question, the atmosphere of the area turned a bit unnerving and tense as the question sink into their minds.
Finally, after a few minutes of dreadful silence…
"I'm sure we'll be able to find 'that person'. We can't loose hope…"
Author's Note: the prologue is now finished. I'll try to update the first chapter soon…pretty please give me a review…