A/N: Hello again! I had someone ask me for more Kyu and Mina. For some of you that are still here, which I'm sure there's not a whole lot left, you know who they are if you have read this fan fic in the beginning. For those of you who haven't, well, here's the story of an OC and her adventures though the Narutoverse. My profile gives an initial explanation as to why I'm here again. Thank you and read on!
I sigh heavily as I tryto cover up the bruises on my arms and the black eye I had sustained after my drunken parents beat the crap out of me. They told me I was just a mistake that had been born from their passions. No shit. There are days that I often feel like a mistake and I often wish that I had never been born. Life has been a bitch and it continues to be so since I was seventeen years old. I will have to put up with this shit for the next year before I could take my leave and begin a new life elsewhere and away from this hellhole for good. I leave my bedroom bathroom and re-entered my bedroom, which is really dark and bleak. The walls are a plain white, but now, in the darkness, they are faded into a dull shade of gray. The place is devoid of life. I have no pictures of friends or family on my dresser or on my nightstand simply because I have none of each to speak of. My situation won't let me have any of those things and nor do I wish to. Why would anyone hang out with me? I am nothing more than a freak...a freak who often turned to fictional characters for friendship and consolation.
The anime world often keeps me company in times of despair and sadness. Naruto, especially, was, and always has been, my closest companion in this miserable life of mine. Our situations are rather similar in someways now that I think about it. Friendless and no family to speak of, with people despising us, we both had to rely on ourselves to survive no matter what. Unlike me, though, the blonde, knucklehead ninja somehow found the will to live and pushed on with his life, despite what he had to deal with in his life. He had aspirations and dreams of becoming the best ninja there was and of becoming the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village. It was his motivation to keep him moving. As for me, I have none of that. I have no ambitions or dreams to talk or boast about. Why should I? My life is dark and bleak, much like my bedroom. Things are hopeless for me. I'm nothing more than a prisoner in my home. The only thing I really had to look forward to was adulthood, but what else would I accomplish? The only thing I would only be able to accomplish would be leaving this place. It is something I would look forward to but what about afterwards? What would happen then? Where would I go from here?
It's hopeless. I thought. There's nothing for me here.
I decide to sit down and pull out my sketchbook. I smile as I flip through all of my completed drawings of various "Naruto" characters. I had also drawn a few other anime characters, such as Yugi and Joey from "Yu-Gi-Oh" and "Inuyasha." I often wished that I had Inuyasha's and Naruto's might and ferocity while I had Yugi's brave soul and heart. They were characters that I admired very much and there were times that I spoke to them as if they were real people. It sounds crazy and perhaps it is but it brings me much comfort in my loneliness. They are my only family.
"MINA, YOU PIECE OF CRAP, GET DOWN HERE!"
Damn. That was the evil, drunken, bitch that called herself my mother. Even when she wasn't drunk, she is still quite abusive. When she didn't get her way, she would often find something to take her anger out on me, which was me 100% of the time. Father is just as abusive, whether he was drunk or not. He has a nasty temper on him when something went wrong and, if I was nearby, he would usually slap me across the face or whip me with a belt. In spite of all of that, I just can't find the will to hate them both. Strange, huh? I always lock and bolt the door to my room, knowing she would haul my butt out if I don't come out. Father is not at home at the moment, so he can't discipline me and wouldn't for another week since he was busy with the black market. The man is also a dealer in stolen goods and drugs and made a killing off of all that. You would think I would get a share in that, but no and, quite frankly, I'm glad I don't have a share of that dirty money.
Sighing again, I set to work on drawing Itachi Uchiha, Sauske's older brother. He is one of my favorite characters in the series. I guess it is because he is strong and powerful. I don't think he's evil, unlike the younger Uchiha. I stay up most of the night, trying to perfect his facial features. By the time I'm finished, mother has since passed out from her drunken rage and hit the hardwood floor in the living room with a hard thud. It's two o'clock in the morning when I look at the clock. I decide that I would begin with another project. I open the season 0 manga of "Yu-Gi-Oh" and start to search for another person to draw. I called the very first manga series of "Yu-Gi-Oh" season 0 because, on T.V, it isn't aired. The series begins with Duelist Kingdom here in the United States and for good reason.
I finally settle on Ryo Bakura and start to draw him, completely entranced by his innocent, yet haunted eyes. I am always fascinated by them because he is haunted by a demon, much like I am. I fall asleep before I can complete his face and I enter a world beyond my wildest dreams...and quite literally.