This is the first chapter in what I hope to be a long story. Yukiko is my character as is Ryoto. Yukiko meaning "rare child" and Ryoto meaning "stout; strong". Any reviews will be greatly appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto.
Yukiko stumbled and put her chilled hand to her head as she walked. She was so dizzy and felt so light headed. Her head was pounding with pain. Her migraine had only grown more and more as her day progressed. She had finally graduated high school with top honors and number one spot in her class. She had declined being Valedictorian of her class, just wanting her diploma and to go home.
It was almost nine at night now as she walked home. She lived alone ever since her parents had died two years ago. She was now 18. Ever since she was little she could remember getting horrible migraines. They would last for weeks at a time before fading into a dull throb at the base of her skull, almost as though someone was constantly talking.
Yukiko stumbled again and almost fell. A strong pair of hands caught her around the waist before she could fall, and she looked up meeting the blue eyes of her best fried Ryoto. He was strong and stout, his name suiting him perfectly. They had known each other ever since middle school. He had become like the older brother she never had.
"Are you ok?" His voice was a deep rumble coming from his muscular chest as she leaned into his side and put her head against his shoulder. They would've looked like a couple had anyone been watching them. They had been accused of being a secret couple as they went through school. Yukiko had originally denied it until Ryoto, getting tired of everyone asking, had kissed her in front of the whole school. After that she had never denied or confirmed the rumors. She had asked Ryoto why he'd kissed her later and his response had been that he was tired of being asked if they were dating.
"I'm ok. I just have another migraine is all." Yukiko felt him brush a soft kiss against her hair, making her close her eyes before they began walking again.
"You should go get them checked out. They keep happening more and more often." She could hear the concern in his voice for her as he spoke, his arm tightening around her.
"I did. The doctor said there was nothing wrong and accused me of wanting attention and faking the pain." Yukiko answered him and felt the growl that rumbled through her companion in response.
"Stupid doctors. They know nothing about who you are. You would run out into the street to save a kitten without even thinking of yourself getting hurt. 'Attention seeking' my ass." Ryoto continued to mutter about how useless doctors were until they reached her door.
"I wish you would just come live with me. I have an extra room and bathroom. There's plenty of space for both of us." Ryoto looked down at her as she moved away from him and unlocked her front door.
"You know that I don't mind living alone." Yukiko opened her door, the street light making her hair gleam blood-red as she half stepped into her tiny home. Ryoto caught her arm and pulled her fiercely to him, holding her tight to his solid form. She barely heard him say, "I love you."
When he let her go he gave her a sad smile as though he knew something she didn't.
"You'll always be my little sister. No matter where you go or who you're with."
Yukiko watched as he turned and walked away without looking back. When the night swallowed him up she walked into her home and locked the door behind her. She made her way in the dark to her room and kicked off her shoes before undressing down to her black bra and thongs.
The color contrasted well with her pale skin and long, curly red hair. She crawled into her bed and shivered as the cool sheets met her hot skin. She was burning up and wanted to sleep. She vaguely remembered pulling up her blankets before she fell asleep, her dreams plagued with nightmare images of Ryoto dying in front of her, shot by an unknown man.
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