Emotionally Dead
OC and Hidan pairing
Inspired by 'Pain' by Three Days Grace
By Kumio Tsuki
I'm sick and I'm tired of being treated like this, wait, I'm f***king sick of it. For almost 18 years, I've been treated like trash, sometimes even worse. What the hell did I ever do to them other than setting foot on this world? They hated me for ever existing, and if they weren't so scared of me, they would have disposed of me already.
My name is Mikaru Aaki, I'm almost 19, yet I've felt more pain than any one. I don't think I've ever felt I belong somewhere, even in my own family. My sister Shina is completely different from me. She has short yellow hair and bright blue eyes, following after mother. She's the girl that almost every boy is after here in the hidden village of Konoha. But me, I have long black hair normally tied in a low pony tail and piercing dark grey eyes. Everywhere I look, people avoid eye contact with me, ignoring me as I walk down the path of solitude. I was a lone wolf evicted from the close knit pack.
From when I was only a baby, to where I stand as a Jounin protecting a village that hates me. I've never been accepted. When I was small, I played by myself or sat somewhere looking at other children in their little groups smiling and laughing. Now every time Konoha is threatened I am always in the front line, in the most risk of dying. Through these years I have developed an independent personality, I work alone no matter how dangerous the mission is.
Every day when I fall asleep in the attic of the house I see myself curled into a helpless ball as the older bullies pushed me roughly against the tree. They applied force to my arm until I heard a sickening snap and myself howling in pain from my dislocated and probably broken arm. Every time I close my eyes I can see their evil grins plastered on their f***ing faces. Every time I see them, I automatically reach for my healed arm, knowing that they wouldn't dare try it again now. But I feel so insecure, and stupid for worrying about something that was gone and would never happen again. Though the pain was still there and would remain attached to me where ever I go. I have to forget this, I must in order to advance…
So that's how I came to make a decision of leaving the damned village, it's not like they'd miss me. Probably be glad that I suddenly disappeared. I am sitting in a forest somewhere north of the village, by myself. It's silent other than the rustling of leaves in the chilly wind and the occasional twitter of birds.
You probably think I'm mad for leaving the protection of the village, leaving my family. If you really say someone's mad then say it's the people in the stupid village! They judge me because of my skills; they're jealous and fear me! But maybe when you learn of them you'll be scared of me too. When I say 'Orochimaru' what comes to your thoughts? Some evil, maniac, mental, cruel and scary pedophile? Thought so.
Well that's how everyone at the village thinks of me, well maybe not that bad. Take out the pedophile bit. And you ask why? Because I have the same skills as him-I can control snakes, they're my weapon. All my Justus, swords and things have something to do with them. I'm all about poison, but then again, like any talented user of poison I was also a gifted healer. Wouldn't be good if I poisoned myself I couldn't save my own life.
OK, I know you think I'm a mad maniac, but how would others treat you because of your favorite animal was the same as an evil guy? Probably not much different. You don't know how I feel, you don't know what it feel like to be told that you could be a… relative of Orochimaru. It was possible, though I hated it; my mother wasn't a Konoha ninja to start with. She came to Konoha on a mission, fell in love with a ninja there and married. I was one when I first came to Konoha, I was told my real father died on a mission, not that I know if it's true.
I hated it, being told I was descendant to the terrible, once a Konoha ninja. Having rocks ditched at you while the stupid kids yelled horrible things. I put up it for so long, thinking once I reached Jounin they would start respecting me. But then they said I only passed because I had my snakes kill all the competition. They would hate me no matter what I did, even if I saved their sorry ass. But Orochimaru did some really horrible things, it really affected them, they hate his so much because of his 'experiments'. I must say he is an evil maniac who wants to rule the world.
Don't try to convince me to go back, they will kill me. The order will be 'Capture, if resists, annihilate' anyways. Suddenly another sound made me jerk out of my depressed state. I slowly drew one of my dual swords which were both soaked in poison. I was fully alert, ready for anything that would jump out.
But then a shuriken flew at me at supper speed, I managed to dodge it but what I didn't notice was an explosion note curled in it. It took me all I had to twist and leap out of the fiery cloud as it blasted the tree where it landed. Four ANBU members jumped swiftly from behind bushes. Looks like they were taking me as a super bad threat, sending 4 ANBUs.
"Go back with us," one who was wearing a cat like mask ordered
"Or die," another warned. But I didn't care, there was no way in hell I was going with them. They'll have to drag my dead body back if they wanted me so badly. I wasn't going back to that hell hole again.
Automatically I drew my other sword, ready for a fight to the death.
"We'll have to see who's dying first!" I yelled and charged at them. Leaping immediately in the fierce and life depending fight.
After a while I really didn't like how the battle was going, they alerted the other squads looking for me and I was kinda bruised. I managed to defeat the squad without much of a problem, but then more just kept coming. I was going to have to flee for my life now.
So I jumped up onto a random tree branch. I checked behind me for any unusual disturbances before launching myself forward. I urged my legs to take me away quicker as I mentally calculated the minimal time one of the other teams would pick up on my trail or discover the corpses of the teams I fought.
But before I could work it out, I could just hear a twig or something snap somewhere on the ground. My first reaction was to grab some senbon (needle like weapons) and ditch it at the sight of the noise. I heard something metal deflect it, and a kunai was flung my way. I threw one of my own to stop it, but just as I did something or someone appeared behind me.
Swiftly the person tripped me and I tumbled down the foliage, cracking branches and causing more bruising as I fell. I thudded painfully on the hard ground, winding myself with shock. I swore as I tried regained my breath, planning to slowly propped myself up but roughly some bastard put a foot on my chest, knocking me back down painfully.
I looked up to see who the hell the idiot was, but my blood froze when I saw who he was. Uchiha Itachi. An S-ranked ninja from Konoha who killed his clan then joined the Akatsuki! I didn't like how this was looking; especially I haven't seen his partner. I was dead meat by the way this was going. Itachi glared at me, and with a blink activated Sharingan. He was very, very angry for what I did. He glanced on my neck, moving his foot down a bit, probably recognizing the Hidden Leaf symbol.
"Itachi, what the hell happened?" asked a voice from behind me, I could really move to see who it was.
"This little girl just threw some senbon at me," Itachi replied, looking up, but returned to giving me death glares.
"Wow, impressive," the voice said again, but this time he moved around to face me. Kisame the shark like creature; who was once in the Hidden Rain but joined Akatsuki after the seven swordsmen of the mist disbanded for some reason. He turned to Itachi "And you aren't killing her?"
"I will, but she's not with a team, and she seems to have bad scratches and bruises,"
"So?"
"If you decide to attack the Akatsuki you don't do that alone," Itachi explained suspiciously and with that he used Sharingan on me, knocking me out cold.
I was in a world of despair; I could feel it in the heavy air. But when I opened my eyes I could see myself when I was small sitting on a bit of wood. All alone, then some people came, they were angry people. People who meant harm, they kicked me and punched me, every blow that was dealt on the small me was 100 times worse on the actual me. I felt like tearing up, I tried to push the evil people away, but it was like I didn't exist. I dropped to the ground feeling the pain spread through my body…
