The Deeper Me
A/N: Hello, all! Lately, I've been reading Naruto fan fictions, and there was this story 'My Homicidal Prince' that reminded me of an OC that I had created this time, last year. Hope you enjoy!!
I AM very MEAN TO FLAMES! PLEASE BE CIVIL!!
Naruto Characters © Masashi Kishimoto | OC's in this Story © me (unless said otherwise).
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in ANY WAY nor form, except my own ORIGINAL characters.
Chapter One: Tears
Run.
That was all that was going through a certain child's mind. Run, away, off to a far place, anywhere, except here. Not too long ago, said child had lost all of which was precious – family. A sibling had been lost, though not killed, a mother, missing, and finally a father, lost to the land of the dead.
The kyuubi attack affected this child in a more painful way than ever thought. However, never did this child complain, nor did this child ever blame anyone nor thing – not even the kyuubi itself. This child looked beyond that, beyond all that masked everything. This child looked within, deeper within hidden action, hidden knowledge, within reason to everything.
This child wasn't a cry baby either, never did this child show any weakness – except at this moment. After all, the stronger one was, the weaker they truly were. Never did this child complain, even when bullied – or worse, attacked. This child simply gritted their teeth and stood up to fight.
However, everyone has their own limits. That includes Gods too. Absolutely everyone has a limit – that is the reason why everyone has the inevitable fate of death.
Now onto the matter at hand, why would a child with a great sense of care, justice and – overall – one of pureness be running?
The answer would be that this child had reached their limit. More than that, this child was a girl, a young and – seemingly – strong girl. Inside – however – she was breaking to pieces. Her soul, heart, her everything felt so...scattered, she was questioning herself – on everything.
Tears were streaming down her slightly pale face, through her gentle azure-Maya blue eyes. They overflowed with sadness. Even if she was only a six year old, her eyes held the grace of a young mother.
She cried – for one of the first times in her life – for her lost sibling (she didn't even know if she was having a little brother or a little sister). After two years of thinking everything was fine she realised, everything was not fine. Her sibling could be out there and might have been raped, beaten up, or worse, had to deal with constant mental pressure, maybe even torture. The possibilities were endless – her imagination made it even worse. Her knowledge led her to believe anything was possible – what's worse, the third Hokage wasn't telling her anything about her brother/sister.
She was wearing a Wa/Qi Lolita style of clothing; it had a midnight blue background with embroidered golden stars on the long rectangular sleeves and collar of the shirt. The obi had a magenta background, with Yuki Yanagi (Snow Willows) and Tsutsuji (Azalea) flowers decorating it. The rope that tied it was an aquamarine colour. Instead of the long traditional kimono type, she wore a slightly puffy skirt; that had many shooting stars on it and had the same midnight blue background. It had white clouds on the bottom of the skirt (like the Akatsuki clouds, except white). She was wearing white knee length socks and black leather high heeled shoes that looked like it would be more appropriate for formal dancing.
She was panting; her head was facing towards the ground. In fact – it was a wonder how she didn't bump into anything – let alone know she was going.
This was the most childish she had acted in the 6 years she has come to the live – not even when she had her parents.
She ran for – what felt like eternity – before ending up at the edge of a lake, within a forest. The lake's clear water was spectacular; she was entranced by its beauty. Slowly, she began sitting on the edge, hugging her knees tight, with her head staring at the lake, while her tears continued to flow. She watched the lake, watching as the water rippled, as it flowed with overflowing radiance. Her hair cascaded down gently, the tip of her hair in the water.
She stayed this way few a few hours.
"Hey." A voice called out to her. The voice was unmistakeably masculine. She looked towards her left, seeing a boy about her own age with dark black eyes and matching dark hair. His hair was styled into a pony tail; his eyes – though black – displayed an image of kindness. She wiped away her tears.
"Um... (Sniff) yes?" She answered – her voice somewhat croaky because of the crying.
"Are you alright?" He asked, kindly, kneeling next to her. "Someone like you would look better with a smile on, I'm sure of that." He smiled.
"No, not...exactly." She was startled by his comment. "I guess so..." She sighed to herself, becoming shy. "Oh! But, please, there's no need to worry about me! I'm just acting a little childish, that's all, so..."
"It's alright." He interrupted. "You can cry on me."
She blushed a bit. "No...I couldn't...! Such a thing...would be..."
"Don't hold back." He soothed, pulling her gently onto his shoulder. "'Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh', I'm sure that's something you believe in, correct?" A small nod confirmed that he was right. She calmed down much sooner than she expected.
"What's your name?" He asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "I'm Itachi, Itachi Uchiha."
"My name is Tsubaki Namikaze." She replied, she sighed as she soon fell asleep.
To Be Continued...
A/N: And for all who want to know, if I ever make a spelling mistake, it's because the spell checker didn't detect it. I take pride in my work; therefore, I will correct any mistake if anyone spots it.
Anybody like this story? :D More will be revealed in later chapters!