I do not own Naruto. If I did Deidara would be chained to my bedroom and I would auction off Orochimaru to the highest bidder. So anyway, first fic. Here we go. Yes, this first chapter will be shit, because I'm tired, and It's only the prologue anyway. I wanna thank CC ((I know it's not spelled that way, but whatevs, we're buds.)) I also want to thank Zero. You are a wonderful fag, and I will tell John to send you a dildo for christmas.
I feel cold. I feel something rushing over my face. Dragging me. Dragging me.
Fire in my body. The pain is excruciating. It comforts me. I feel like I've been bent wrong. I feel snapped. I'm laying on something hard. The blood is rushing to my face. My legs feel as though they're slipping towards me.
What's happened? My eyes are open. They feel dry. Wait. They sting. Something stabbed into my eye and once it receded, it left a stinging pain. I want to close my eyes. I can't.
Is it raining? It's wet. And cold. And loud. I hear birds. They're annoying squawks make me try to cover my ears, but my arms are being held down by weights of thick steel.
My mouth tastes horrible. Like salt. There's a gurgling noise. What is that? It's dark. I honestly can't see anything.
Why. The. Fuck. Am. I. Wet?
I hate wet clothes. He should know that. He... Where is he?
The weights prevent me from reaching out. I try to call, but choke on that horrible salt flavor.
Where is he? Why doesn't he pull me away from this wet, salty, gravitational hell?
I would sigh, but my throat is incapable of letting out any air. I hear an engine... It's far away. Is it him? Is he leaving me here? Does he even know I'm here? I hear the engine fade.
The only thing that's left; a fuchsia jerk to the left, and all is gone.
Gone under the rush. I'm dragged away. Finally. Someone saved me. Then why can't I wake up?
I know that was shitty, but like I said. Just the prologue. All in good time dearies. ~evil moustachio laugh~