A NARUTO fanfiction
Chapter 1: In a moment
It was in a moment. A short breathless moment. The dark was consuming, the coldness... I could feel in my bones...
And then the moment ended.
My eyes were as wide open as they could be and yet, the sight before me didn't get any clearer. My glasses had been knocked off my face quite some time ago, and my vision was no longer clear enough for me too see what was in front of me... But I didn't need glasses to feel the pain rippling through my shoulder.
My head slowly fell; my wide eyes looking down at my red shirt... and it slowly occurred to me that red shouldn't have been the color of my once yellow shirt. My eyes slowly focused on the gaping hole in my shoulder. But in that moment I couldn't process it, couldn't grab it. My head tilted back up too the man in disbelief and horror. The stranger... there was no hesitation, no moment where time seemed to slow down.
The black metallic barrel was shoved into my face, the cool metal digging into my eye and a sinister smirk, exploded on the stranger's face... and the strangest words spilled from his mouth.
"It's in these moments... that I always find the most pleasurable." He whispered his smooth masculine voice seeming to echo in my ears. I sow his finger twitch, and I only had enough time to suck in a deep breath. Several explosive sounds smashed into my ears, and pain exploded on the right side of my face as though, the flesh had been ripped right off- the sounds of explosions were suddenly muffled, and my vision blurred till it was black.
I didn't fell myself collapsing. The only thing I processed was the moment. Where the darkness sucked me in as though it was waiting for me, with its arms wide open. And in the moment, I noticed the prickling sensation I felt in my finger tips, and I couldn't help but wonder... what a strange feeling it was.
"You're leaving?" I asked the elderly women, who smiled.
"Yeah, but only for a couple hours, I'm going to pick up my sister." she said unlocking the front door. I nodded in understanding looking back at the three younger kids standing behind me. A five year old, seven year old and a thirteen year old. All brats if you asked me. I sighed.
"Okay then-"
"Watch them, huh, and behave!" She yelled back into the house before leaving. I rolled my eyes, going over to lock the door behind her. I stopped at the door, eyeing the man in front of our gates. Blond hair, dark eyes, tall and slightly big. He wore a navy blue shirt and baggy jeans. Keeping my eyes trained on him I reached outside to close the screen door. Twisting it lock I stepped back to close the hard door only to pause when I heard the old women speak.
"Can I help you?" She asked. The man's eyes didn't even glance at the women but suddenly landed on me and... It might have been my imagination but... a bolt of fear slithered down my spine, as those eyes continued to seemingly look through me. I swallowed thickly, gripping the hard door. Why was I scared? He was just looking at me.
The sound of glass shattering had me jumping and I whirled around ripping my eyes from his, the fear disappearing as I focused my attention on the younger kids. I blinked at the glass on the floor, then at the oldest of the three. Ivory. There was a moment of silence as we all stared at the clear liquid sliding across the floor.
"What? It was on accident geez!" Ivory exclaimed her long black hair swaying as she
turned around to search for the broom. My gaze shifted over to the two younger ones. Leslie, and Victoria, the two sisters. They were looking at each other and a second later they burst into a bout of nervous laughter.
"You scared me Ivory!" Victoria laughed, a hand on her chest. The younger one nodded in agreement. They both seemed to be fine. I turned my attention back to Ivory who had successfully located the broom, and was now sweeping up the glass.
"Don't worry about that, I'll get it in a little bit. Vic, and Leslie-"
"We know. Don't get off our chairs!" Leslie interrupted.
"Yeah! so we don't get cut right!" Victoria agreed. I nodded watching as Ivory angrily set the broom aside, and sat down back in her own seat to finish her food. What was her problem? She didn't even argue back that she could do it herself... I turned my attention back to the door, only to realize the old women was gone, and the man... was still there. His back was against our fence in a relaxed position. I closed the door quickly, not willing to risk the chances of meeting his eyes again.
"Who's that man?" Ivory asked. I shrugged, slightly wondering how she could even see him from across the living room. Could she see him through the window?
"Who knows, probably a drug dealer." I commented nonchalantly. Her eyebrows furrowed, and yet she said nothing else. I blinked- this wasn't Ivory at all. Even the two kids looked up at her, curious. I stared at her for a moment assessing her glum expression before shaking my head. As I began to walk away from the door the doorbell rang.
I froze fear piling in my stomach, so rapidly that I almost collapsed to my knees, my head swiveled around to the door, and I stared at it as though it was going to swing open. I couldn't pretend no one was home, because he's seen me. That man... was at our door, I just know it. That man was bad news, really, really bad news.
I couldn't open my eyes. My heart picked up pace at the sudden revelation. I tried to move, but my body was heavy, and stuck to something. I was trapped, and I didn't know why. I was blinded, and my body was unmovable. Fear blossomed and I couldn't help the cry that escaped my lips. I struggled against the sluggish feeling attached to my body and attempted to force myself to move.
Warm pain shot up my arm, and the side of my face and I whimpered settling back down. My mind was racing, and the longer I stayed trapped the faster my breath came out. The pain dulled into a stabbing ache, and I choked on a sob.
There was a click, and I jumped slightly, holding my breath. There was soft thudding that was getting louder and louder, and the amount of fear I felt in that one moment... was indescribable.
"Oh! Your awake!" A soft feminine voice said out loud stunning me. I was surprised because I did not expect anyone to speak and because it was feminine and in a different language.
"Man, you had us worried there kid, we almost lost you several times." The stranger continued oblivious to my inner turmoil. Who was she? Where was I? What language was she speaking? I licked my lips surprised they weren't covered like my eyes.
Having settled down now that I knew there was no hostility from the women, I opened my mouth to speak.
"E-english?" I choked out, my voice horribly raw. There was a moment of silence, and I thought the women didn't hear me so I went to speak again.
"I'm sorry what was that?" I frowned deeply. Did this woman not know how to speak English? I licked my lips again, and swallowed. What do I do? "Ah you must be thirsty." The woman was talking again. What language was that, anyways? Japanese?
I froze at the sound of glass, and then there was swoosh. Liquid?
"Here." I tensed when something touched my lips. I turned my head away from the offending item, only to yelp as blinding white pain exploded across my head. Only one arm responded to my pain, my right, and it flung up to grasp the side of my face, which only made it worse.
"Calm down!" The women screamed something, but I couldn't hear it over the pain, pain, pain. My head grew unbearably hot, and the searing heat traveled across my shoulders. I removed my hand and grabbed the sheets I was covered in. Just when I did that hands grabbed my upper arms increasing the unbearable pain, and I sow a second before I passed out, a faint green glow, which should have been impossible.
Considering I couldn't open my eyes.
When I woke up again, it was merely because I no longer could stay asleep. My body was numb all over, and for some reason I felt...sluggish, maybe a little hot? Which was strange considering I could think clearly. Was I drugged? I tried to open my eyes, but still they stayed shut. I tried to raise my right hand now that I knew I could move it, but a strap around my wrist refrained me from moving it.
I frowned deeply, my heart speeding up before rationality came back to me. They probably restrained me to keep me from hurting myself again. I was not restrained because I was actually kidnapped and that foreign lady was just a dream. Nope not at all. And yet I couldn't help the fear twisting my gut.
"Are you awake?" I tensed at the unfamiliar masculine voice. It wasn't the same voice of that man, but it was a man's voice never the less, even if it was in another language. Now that I really was paying attention the more it seemed like Japanese.
In that case I was fucked.
I've watched enough anime to pick up more than enough little phrases, and I've actually tried to speak Japanese seeing as how my one goal was to learn Japanese so I didn't have to read subtitles. But I hadn't gotten around to that yet, the most I can pick out was simple easy phrases. Plus the more I hear no English the more I am convinced that I've been sold to someone in the black market. Maybe that man wasn't a drug dealer but a slave seller.
It'd certainly explain why no one was speaking to me in English. I was sold to a Japanese man, and the women I heard earlier was his maid. Those sick bastards.
"Do you have a name?" The man was still talking to me. Maybe I can pretend to still be sleeping, though for some reason I doubt the man won't not talk to me. Had he been talking to me the entire time? Or did he notice I woke up? I heard the man sigh even through the thing covering my head.
"Look I know your awake, theirs no use pretending." Oh the man said an entire sentence this time, his stupid voice continued for like four seconds. That thought crossed my head and disappeared. This was not the time to be joking. Even the voice in my head seemed like it was shaking because well shit, I was in deep shit. And I was scared. What could I do? I was surprised I was still alive considering I had a gun shoved in my face.
"My name is Shikaku." I paused recognizing this phrase. He was telling me his name right? I licked my lips. Kiku? His name was Kiku?
"K-" I swallowed and tried again. "K-kiku?" I questioned slightly afraid. What If I couldn't talk? What if the women from earlier had tried to punish me for talking? That thought had my stomach dropping, and the longer the silence dragged on the more I wished to just die.
"Shikaku, my name is Shikaku." The man said it again, but now it sounded different. The Kiku, didn't seem quite like Kiku, but more like Sikuku, or maybe I just wasn't hearing him as clearly as I thought I was.
"Sikuku?" I tried again, this time my voice was stronger, especially now that I hadn't been stabbed or poisoned for talking. His voice was a little closer the next he spoke.
"Shi-ka-ku." The man said extremely slowly pronouncing each syllable. Which made him sound kind of stupid, but I think I got it now. "Shi-ka-ku." I repeated, not as slowly, and certainly not as smoothly.
"Yes, and what is your name?" The man said. And my mind went blank. I know he said yes, and something about name, and he was asking a question but... Was he asking for a name? My name perhaps? It would make sense, tell someone your name then ask for one in return. But why was he asking for a name? Shouldn't he be telling me to call him master or something?
Should I tell him my name? Why didn't he know already? Or was he just trying to talk to me? I licked my lips again, my throat incredibly dry. Somehow trying to say his name made me extremely tired... or was it the medicine? Wait he wanted a name right? I struggled to stay awake as I tried to remember my name...
But in that moment of me trying to remember my name I somehow found myself in a deep sleep.
A/N : So first of all Hello, I'm a stranger like all of you are. That's not what I meant to say, what I meant to say was that this is my first story, so criticism is accepted lol, bye.
