New story. ' I need a beta reader. So if you want. PM me. Thanks
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
The tales of the forgotten team
-Prologue-
The life of a Ninja is hard. It's mixed with darkness, sadness, violence, courage and most of all; death. We tend to forget what ninja truly are, or were. We tend to think of them as only human weapons, horrible person without any emotions. How wrong we are. Ninja are the bravest people of the world. After seeing so much death, suffering and sadness they find the courage to live on (most of the time). There's only so much a soul can take, but even when they're past their limit, they still risk their lives for the village. They love, they hate, they cry; they're only better at hiding it. They are still, after all, just like all of us; humans.
There are five ranks of ninja; Genin, Chuunin, Jounin, ANBU and Kage. For now, let's just concentrate on the first one. When a student finishes his studies at the Ninja Academy, he "become" a Genin and get his or her head band, proving that he is a ninja. All the Genin are split in teams of three with a Jounin instructor. At this point, they are usually 12-13 years old. Ninja risk their life for their village. The tragic thing is, as time passes, nobody remember who they were, or what they did. Kind of sad isn't it?
This is the story of a team whose heroic actions faded away. A team composed of true heroes. Team twelve.
They started out like everybody else. As kids who are still full of dreams and hope and who are just about to get a reality check. Life is hard.
She was kind. Amazingly beautiful, but especially kind. Sora Niwa was her name. She loved the stars, the sky and only saw the best in the people that she met. She had bright purple eyes and light blue hair that went down to her waist. Oh, how much her team loved her. She was their heart. She was the only female of the team.
He was quiet. Ironically his name was Kioshi(1) Kurosaki. His light brown hair was always ruffled and matched quite well with his deep brown eyes. He loved peace, and watching the clouds. He was the calm side of the team. He would die in a heartbeat if it could save his teammates. Yet, Karma's a bitch and he was the last one to die.
He loved life. He really enjoyed living, if you know what I mean. With him, everything looked brighter, nicer. He was named Makoto Honda. His fiery red hair and amazing green eyes reflected his personality. He liked to talk with his teammates and would protect them even if he was half-dead. He was the lively part of the team.
Their sensei was named Tadashi Kuchiki. Team twelve was his first team. And also his last one. He had black hair and deep cerulean blue eyes. He was like the fatherly figure of the team, he treated his team like his family. He enjoyed reading a lot. He was strong, and wouldn't let his team get hurt.
They started out like everybody, but they did more than anyone. This, is their story. Let's remember these heroes.
(1) Quiet
Here you go. Tell me if you like it. And don't worry, i'll continue writting the two others.'
R&R
Cerma-chan
