SIDE STORY ONE: Dragon Eyes and Blossoms

This side story is to go with my main story: A Day Without War. BY THE WAY…. I'm offering somebody a role in my story IF you can figure out that title. Here are some stats on the main characters:

Kieoya- half-breed: dragon-demon, human
Appearance- human colored skin on most of face, arms, legs, and torso: blood red-gold scales appear on the tops and outsides of arms and legs, along hairline, and sides of chest and stomach. Eyes appear to be a liquid red-orange, like fire; had claws that have no particular color, fangs that are average size in human form, and about 3x the length in demon form. The only other difference in the forms is the wings, claws, and more scales appear. Wings are a burgundy-red color, with a dull gold edge. His hair is an almost shimmering forest green, and looks completely out of place with his golden-red scales. It is roughly cut, like Sasuke's hair, but longer, like Itachi's (just not THAT long)
Abilities- All scales are the equivalent of tempered diamond armor, and can repel any human weapon and even some ninjustus, for example, the back of his arm has scales that repel Sasuke and Itachi's Lightning Blade, or Chidori. His attacks are mainly fire-type, but he can use a few earth-type attacks that mix and create lava: his most spectacular ninjutsu is Volcanic Explosion- a massive volcano forms around the entire area and erupts, burning everything within five kilometers.

Midori- human
Appearance- light brown, shimmering hair that is down to her lower back, shimmering emerald eyes that catch and repel light (and genjutsu). She isn't pale, but isn't tan. She is very lightweight and thin, but has some muscles (not totally noticeable, which ends up being the downfall of her opponents: pitying her "weakness".)
Abilities-When she fights, she fights with Kieoya: a special set of shoulder armor lets Kieoya grab the armor with his claws and lift her into the air when they need to escape. She also can heal with herbs and some weak medical jutsu, but mainly is good with stitches. Her main type of fighting is similar to Sakura's, but usually she wears fire/lava-proofed clothing, and masks herself in a coat of her own chakra to allow Kieoya to encase and enhance her strikes with fire or lava. She normally carries around a small backpack filled with medical supplies and herbs to help Kieoya

Hope that will make this story clearer!

He was running from the many intimidating words, he was running from the physical threats, and he was trying to run from himself. The claws and fangs he possessed started showing a few days after his ninth birthday. A fierce pain, and the next thing he knew, he was in his demonic form without a choice. He had managed to hide his secret long enough, but he couldn't stop this. Apparently it's impossible to hide his fangs now. He was running so hastily he didn't notice that he had a shadow following him.

A small girl a few months younger than him, Midori, was small and quiet. She had noticed a large crowd of people trying to hurt him, and watched in horror as he ran away instead of fighting them off; he had the power to! She followed after him when the crowd cleared.

He had collapsed in an alley, a few tears running down his face, when he heard the rapidly approaching footsteps. His claws flashed in the light as he sat up to face his opponent. The footsteps entered the passage, and he pinned the small figure to the wall. He got a good look at the small girl and instantly let go. "I AM a monster." Kieoya said to himself. The young girl looked at him with tranquil yet, troubled, stunning green eyes.

"Who told you that?"She asked softly. He gritted his teeth, and clenched his fist Several people had called his name out with words like "freak" and "monster". Kieoya. That name was a curse to him now. "Never mind", she said quickly, noticing his reaction. "Are you injured? I saw the crowd of people attack you. Are you hurt?"

Kieoya looked at the girl like somebody would look at his claws and wings: like she was a freak. Did she not see his dragon's wings, the claws that had just pinned her to a cement wall( and had gone through it), and the fangs that could snap her bones into dust? He looked away from her. "I'm fine. You shouldn't be here." He said guiltily. He actually wanted her to stay with him more than anything in the world.

She looked a bit upset in an angry way. "You don't look fine. You look sort of sick, honestly. Come on, I know a place near here; it's an old abandoned house where they won't find us. You need help, and you know it! If it were me in an alley, collapsed, I have a good feeling that you would-"

Kieoya flinched at the forcefulness in her tone, but he never got to hear the end of her sentence because the tiredness, painful wounds, and his sickness took over. He hadn't realized he had been sick, but it was too late for that. He slipped into a darkness that he wasn't sure he would want to wake from.

Midori looked at the boy collapsed in the alleyway. Why did he seem to deny help? Why did he flinch at her voice? All these questions would have to come later; she began to drag him as gently and quietly as she could, and that's when she noticed his folded wings. In the darkness of the shade, they had blended in with the dark red-brown stone well, but against the dirt they were very obvious. She gasped quietly, but continued taking him to her little hideout. When she got there, she kicked open the door and began arranging a small bed for her new companion leaning up against the doorjamb. She dragged him over to the bed and made sure he was comfortable. She gathered some herbs from the small garden she had grown, and began mixing the herbs. She was very young to know how all this worked, but her grandmother had said she needed to know how to grow herbs and make teas over a fire. She was very glad that she had taught her these skills at an early age. A small moan of pain came from the cot on the floor; a pair of fiery red eyes fell upon her back. She turned to the boy and asked a question that would bond them forever, no matter how much they went through.

The girl, now called Midori, inquired sweetly.

"My name is a curse," he muttered angrily. He looked down at the floor, letting his lengthy, dark green hair fall over his liquid red eyes. He felt as if she was a fragile blossom, as in his very gaze would smolder her presence to ash.

"Well, unless you would like me to call you Dragon-boy for the rest of your life, you'd better tell me your name!" she huffed cutely. She wasn't much younger than him- only a few months- but she acted like his mother would. He didn't mind the name Dragon-boy; it was better than evil spirit, monster, freak, horrid creature, demon, and half-breed, even if the last two were what he really was. He sighed, or tried to. Every breath he took became painful and he finally was gasping for breath. The girl padded quietly over to him quickly and put her soft-skinned hand on his rough, scaled shoulder. He flinched and she pulled away for just a second, but then rested her hand on his shoulder again. "I don't know why you're afraid of me. I won't hurt you. Why don't you tell me your name? I don't want to call you Dragon-boy. It sounds ridiculous after a while." When he didn't respond, she kneeled on the floor to the side of his little bed, and lifted up part of his long green hair looking at his eyes. He cringed, foolishly expecting her to burn up; the emerald green eyes, which almost matched his hair, calmed him in a way. He looked up and she moved his hair behind his ears.

"Kieoya…" He finally mumbled after a few seconds.

"Kieoya? Ok, I think that's a great name!" she said in a pleasant, passionate way that he would discover only she can. He was tempted to smile at her, but he was overcome with a wave of heat, then cold, and it finished with a wave of pain. He heard a thump and the back of his head hit the floor. "Kieoya! Where does it hurt? Do you need some water? Let me go get the tea I made, don't move." She scrambled to her feet and grabbed some cups and poured a mug of tea. She helped him sit up against the wall, and ordered him to sip on the tea until it was gone. He drank the tea; the heat in his stomach from the tea made him feel a bit better. She watched him closely, waiting to catch his head this time if he fainted.

"Why are you helping me?" he suddenly blurted out. He flinched at the sound of his voice, and at the throbbing talking brought into his lungs. She cocked her head in confusion.

"'Why?' You were hurt, and obviously you're sick. Why wouldn't I help?"

"You must be blind or have very bad sight. You must not be able to see my demon claws and fangs. My wings and scales. I'm not worth saving—!" He was promptly whacked on the back of the head with a stem of some herb.

"Don't you talk about yourself like that, Kieoya. If you weren't worth saving, why didn't I leave you in the alleyway?"

"That's what I'm trying to understand," he replied directly. He didn't bother with his usual complicated speech.

"Kieoya, I didn't leave you because you have some life value. I'm not a jerk like those people that were trying to harm you."

"What if they find out your keeping me here? What then? You'd be beaten too, and you don't have any scales or claws or fangs to protect yourself with! I'm not a medical expert, but it's going to take me awhile to recover and—." He stopped talking. He was getting a concerned look from Midori, and felt a warm, wet liquid seep out of his scales. Blood. The first thing he tried to do was rip part of his shirt to wrap it with, but as soon as he got the fabric in his incisors to tear it, somebody was also pulling on the fabric of his shirt. He let go of the fabric and allowed his over-shirt to be pulled off of himself. He saw Midori gasp and blush a bit at the same time (Kieoya wasn't your averagely muscled nine-year-old… because he was a half-demon); the eight ½ -year-old had never seen such a deep wound.

"Did they do that to you?" she asked, stunned at the sight. He nodded and picked up the bloody shirt, and ripped off a long piece of fabric. He was about to wrap his wound when a gentle but firm hand took it away. "I'm not going to let you move with a wound like that. Lean forward, just a little, so I can wrap it for you." He obeyed the commands, watching her carefully. She looked at the bloodied strip of cloth in disgust and tried to salvage a less gory pile of bandaged. He didn't really care if it was his only shirt; he preferred to not wear one while in demon form. Plus, his fever wasn't making a shirt any more comfortable. She began wrapping the material around his waist gently; if he made even a slight reference to feeling pain—a small noise, gritting his teeth, wincing slightly—she stopped and asked if she was hurting him. He would always say "no, I'm fine.", and she would keep wrapping it. After fifteen minutes of this little routine, she tied off the bandage and handed him a blanked to wrap up with. She left the teapot over the small fire, brought in a little pile of wood that would last for the night, stocked the fire itself, and turned to Kieoya, who looked a bit worried about something.

"What is it, Kieoya?" she asked. "Is your wound hurting you? Is it bleeding again?"

"No. I'm fine. It's just..." he stopped and looked at the floor, his jade green hair catching the last bits of sunset as he looked at the floor. She walked over and flipped up part of his hair again and felt his forehead. He blushed ever so slightly; he wasn't used to human touch that didn't involve pain, and this touch made him feel kind of fuzzy inside.

"What is it, dragon-boy? Afraid I'm not coming back tomorrow?" His head shot up when Midori said this, and he turned and looked at the fire.

"Most people who ever said they'd be back, left for good." Kieoya knew he needed Midori's help, and also needed her company.

She smiled and replied, "I'll only be gone for the night. My parents would come looking for me if I were to stay out here. They can't find you or we'll both be in trouble." She turned, picked up her small backpack, put some herbs in it, and walked to the door. "Don't worry Kieoya. I'll never leave you."

Whether she meant to put hope in his heart, or just make him stop worrying about tomorrow, she did both. Kieoya thanked her and said goodbye.

"Bye, Dragon-boy. I'll see you tomorrow!"

I personally think its cute. leave a comment please.