Hi guys! Wow it's been FOREVER since I published something on here! Life catches up to us sometimes I guess.
Please be kind to me because it's been YEARS since I wrote anything I thought was worthy of publishing. This story came to me when I started another one. Basically this story is a prologue to an upcoming story I am working on. It needs some serious editing and revision, but I figured what the hell? Let's put it up anyway! The basic structure is there, and I thought it would be an interesting idea. The rating is M because of a short scene in chapter 3. It's just a small scene but it still needs an M rating because of it.
Enjoy and please review! I would greatly appreciate some constructive criticism! There aren't any fighting scenes in this one because I wanted to focus on relationships like the main story does.
This story begins at the end of the Naruto series. There aren't any spoilers in it, well one tiny one in the final chapter, but you're safe to read this story if you don't know the ending of the Naruto series.
Disclaimer: "Naruto" and its characters, places, etc. belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Any other characters belong to ME!
Chapter 1: The Storm
She woke up as she always did…In a bead of sweat. The dreams were quite intense sometimes, this one was no different.
Anya had learned long ago why she had these dreams…they were the reason why she came here, into the desert nation of Suna. It was a place she could get away, a place where people wouldn't stare…She could be free…
"Crap I'm late!"
She rushed down the streets she had known for about two years now. In that time, her prophetic abilities never waned, yet she had learned to control them. Sometimes it was easy to ignore the visions, other times it was very hard. Yet she pulled through all the same. She made sure no one knew about her gifts.
Anya managed to get to the hotel quickly and get scolded by the woman who ran it. Anya had been working for Madam Lie ever since she came to this desert nation. The woman was like a second mother to her.
One day, as Anya was busy cleaning she froze…A vision was coming. When it was over she collapsed to the floor, breathing hard. Once catching her breath she finished cleaning and went to Madam Lie.
"Lie-san…" She said. "I've finished cleaning the upstairs hallway."
The old woman smiled. "Wonderful!" She frowned. "Are you alright? Come sit! You've been working way too hard!"
Smiling Anya took a seat, drank the tea offered to her.
"Ah…" Madam Lie sighed. "There is nothing like the feeling of tea after a hard day of work, ne?"
"Lie-san…" Anya was used to asking things. "We haven't had sandstorms here…Don't those happen in the desert?"
Madam Lie raised an eyebrow. "Ah…" She smiled. "I've forgotten you weren't born here…" She chuckled. "The Kazekage keeps us safe from sandstorms. We haven't had one in ages! Not since he came into power! I wouldn't worry."
Anya was silent.
She gave the woman a light chuckle. "Okay, if you say so, Lie-san." She stared at the woman. "Hey…could I take those extra boards out back? I want to make some shelves in my apartment."
"By all means dear!" The old woman laughed. "I didn't know you were so handy!"
Anya spent her day off preparing. It wasn't like she didn't believe the woman, she just believed in her visions more because they always came true, no matter what. If anyone asked, Anya would say the sun was just too much for her or someone had broken into her apartment. Either lie would keep people from asking questions. Sure Anya had heard about the Kazekage and his ability to control sand, but her visions were never wrong.
A storm was coming…and it was going to be bad.
As the day of the big storm got closer, her visions became much clearer. She knew the hotel would be safe through most of the storm, but Madam Lie would get hurt. Anya had to think of a way to protect Madam Lie without the woman asking any questions. There were more visions of course, she had seen a lone figure standing at the top of the highest structure trying to calm the storm…A figure with red hair. She had watched the figure get impaled by something, his blood staining the ground.
According to Madam Lie…the Kazekage had red hair.
Damn...What was Anya to do? An important man was going to die. She had tried helping before but it always ended badly for her. She had been accused of being a spy before…Would she be able to just ignore this?
The vision of the impaled man wouldn't leave her alone. It was like the gods were screaming at her, forcing her to listen to them.
On the day of the big storm, Anya couldn't take it. She had to do something…Damn her conscious to hell.
First things first, she made sure Madam Lie would be okay. She locked the woman in a room on the first floor, grabbed a cloak and rushed out towards the highest tower. Not but a few moments later the storm hit.
She needed to be fast if she was going to get there in time to save him. Everyone was so busy running away that they didn't notice her which was fine. She rushed into the tower, took the steps two by two. The wind got rougher the higher you went up but that didn't stop Anya. She flung open the door to the roof, was nearly flung off of her feet by the gale winds. She pushed through the sand and wind, saw the silhouette of a man in the wind and sand.
A man…with red hair.
She had seconds to act. Without thinking she bum-rushed the guy, threw him to the roof floor. Not but seconds later a pole flew above their heads, the very same pole she saw impale him in her dream. The pole instead impaled the building behind them, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Knowing he had more to worry about than some stranger tackling him, she got up and ran to get out of the storm. She had done her good deed, now it was time to get out of the damn way.
The sandstorm had not been natural, Gaara was sure of that. The sand had been laced with lead and chakra. Someone had attacked Suna…a very bad thing to do. Everyone was at the moment recovering from the storm. Gaara was able to remove the sand but the lead fell to the ground. The injured were being taken care of in the hospital while everyone else was recovering houses and personal items. Suna had not been ready for this…
"Who the hell would be stupid enough to attack Suna?" Kankurou, Gaara's older brother, glared as he and Gaara surveyed the damage from above. It was the spot he always took when he surveyed the land. Looking towards the building he noticed the large pole protruding from the side of the building. He had not noticed it at all…If that person hadn't of pushed him down…
"Geez…" Kankurou huffed as he surveyed the damage.
Gaara had a feeling this was far from over.
Next Time: After the Storm