Chapter 1: Void of Emotion.
Where am I? A young girl thought, opening her empty eyes. She sat up from the leafy ground, her long blonde hair swaying with the sudden movement.
Run, run. Don't look back, just run.
Those words echoed in her head. Her blue eyes scanned the forest. I've been here before. She thought, just letting her feet guide her, like they had done before, they had not failed her yet.
Run, run. Don't look back, just run.
She walked, and walked all through the morning, but once the bright sun was midway in the sky, she came across a village. "The Village Hidden in the Leaves." She whispered, walking through the gates.
"Where do you think you're going missy?" A voice came from the little station where guards watched the gates, making sure they knew every soul whio passed through them. She turned her ice blue eyes on them, the emotionless stare she always wore on her face, present.
"I need to speak to the Hokage," she answered in her emotionless tone, the only one she could manage because of him.
"State your business." The male ordered, staring hard at the girl in front of him.
Have I met her before?
The thirteen year-old fixed her hood, so her face was almost completely hidden, and answered, "That is none of your concern."
He growled, "Fine."
She nodded, and walked through the village, on her way to the Hokage's office. When she finally reached her destination, she was once again stopped.
"What is a child like you doing in the village?" She looked up to see a man, his headband covering his right eye, and a mask covering most of the rest of it. His gray hair seemed to defy gravity as she looked at it, not particularly interested, not that she could ever be interested.
"I'm here to see the Hokage," she answered, unphased by his sudden appearence, "Kakashi." She finished, walking away, past his three students. She didn't take the time to look at any of them, untill one of them called out to her.
"Hey! How do you know Kakashi-sensei!!"
She turned, looking into the crystal blue eyes of a boy, three whiskers on each face. His hair shined as yellow as the sun overhead, making the young girl squint her eyes as she looked at it.
"I just do." She answered, not cockily, but, as everything she said, void of emotion.
"That answer's not good enough!" A girl yelled. Her long pink hair dancing in the wind. Her emerald green eyes sparkled angrily.
"Well, that is the answer you got." The blonde female answered once again, "And the one behind me, Uchiha Sasuke, is it? Needs to move." She continued, no expression on her face still.
"How do you know Sasuke-kun!?" The girl yelled, furious now.
"I just do," she answered, turning to look at the boy behind her. His eyes were red, with little black marks that looked like commas in them. His black hair danced a different dance than the little girl's, but the girl could not place it. She recognized his eyes, the sharingan.
"How do you know me." He demanded more than asked, glaring at the girl in front him. She turned into water, and reappeared behind him.
"I already told you, I just do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go." She whispered in the boy's ear.
"It's impossible." She heard the man, Kakashi whisper as she walked away.
She knocked on a tall, oak door. "Come in." A familiar, yet old voice called from inside the door.
She grasped the cold, brass doorknob and walked into the room. "Hokage-sama,"
"Who are you?" An old man asked, furrowing his brow.
She removed her hood, revealing her entire face, and her long blonde hair.
He gasped, "Amaya? Is it you?"
She nodded, "Yes, it is."
"How did you g--"
"I ran." She answered, looking at the old man.
He was happy, of course, Amaya didn't know that. He got up from his chair behind his desk, and pulled the girl into a hug.
She was confused, What is this? She asked herself, letting the old man hold her.
There was a knock at the door. The old man released Ayame, and wiped his eyes.
Why was water coming from Sarutobi-sama's eyes? She asked herself once again, utterly confused at his display.
"Come in." He called to the door, taking his seat behind the desk once again.
"Hey old man!" A familair voice yelled.
How did she escape Orochimaru? The elderly Hokage asked himself, not paying any attention to the group who had just assembled in his office.
"Hey, old man!! Are you ok?"
"Naruto! Get down from there!!"
The thrid Hokage snapped out of his daze, and looked at the genin, and their jounin teacher, who had entered his room. The blonde one he knew as Naruto on his desk, looking him in the eye.
"Kakashi, look who has joined us." He smiled wildly, motioning towards Ayame, his dear, sweet Ayame.
"Well, Mizu, Amaya, I thought it was you." The jounin smiled, looking at the shell of a girl in front of him.
She nodded.
"So you DO know her!" The boy, Ayame had identified as Naruto, yelled accusedly at his teacher.
"Yes, I do." He answered.
"How do you know her?" The girl asked.
"Well, Sakura, that's a story for another day, I guess."
"Whatever, can we just see why we're here, and go?" Sasuke asked, glaring at Ayame.
What is this? She asked herself, looking at the curvature of everyones mouths, some up, some down. It puzzeled her, she had never seen anything like this, well other than from Kabuto, then again, it puzzeled her as well, but she never asked.
"What are your faces doing?" She asked, needing to know.
"What do you mean?" The girl, Sakura as she was called, asked, tilting her head slightly at the question.
"Your mouths, they're curving, how are they doing that?" She asked, her voice and face void of emotion, she looked as empty as she was.
"Ayame, can you step out for a second?" The Hokage asked, his face serious all of a sudden.
She nodded, wondering what the point of her leaving the room was, she knew they were going to talk about her, that was no secret, but she stepped out anyway.
"What's up with that?" Naruto asked, looking at the old man in the desk in front of him.
"The rumors are true then." Kakashi confirmed, looking very serious.
"What rumors?" Sakura asked.
"Well, when she was two, her family was stricken with illness. They blamed her, because she was blonde, and stronger than the leader of her clan even." the third began to explain.
"So what if she's blonde?" Sasuke asked.
"The rest of her family had blue hair, only one other memeber of the Mizu Clan had blonde hair, and she threatened to destroy the clan, almost did too. So Ayame was always thought of as a demon because of her blonde hair, and her remarkable strength as a baby. She's a direct decendant of Kira Mizu."
Everyone in the room stiffened, especially Naruto.
"So her family left her in an alley, hoping to rid themselves of their illness. I found her, and kept her as my own." The old man's face switched from serious to sad, "It wasn't long until Orochimaru came to retreve her for his own selfish desires, when I was least expecting it, he took the smiling and happy baby from me, and disappered. I remember his words, "She will be great for my experiments." He's had her ever since."
Kakashi took over, seeing as the Hokage was near tears, "Shortly after, rumors went around that Orochimaru had been experimenting with emotions, the ability to supress them, stopping whoever had this done to them from feeling anything. It was said that the experiment was conducted on a two year-old baby girl, and a twelve year-old boy. The boy died, but the girl survived, but there was a price."
"What?" Naruto asked, definitely anxious.
"The girl had become very unstable, and because of her inabiltiy to feel, nobody could tell when she was going over the edge. Orochimaru didn't stop his experimentation with the little girl, but nobody knows what happened to her next."
"I suspected the girl was Amaya, and it turns out I was right," The old man finished, wiping his eyes.
"So she can't feel anything?" Naruto asked, not exactly understading what was going on.
"Exactly," Kakashi answered.
"Nothing? Not happiness? Sadness? Nothing?" He asked, trying to make absolutley sure.
"Nothing, she is just an empty shell, she simply exists." Sandaime Hokage answered.
"Is there anything that can be done?" Sasuke surprised everyone by asking. This all made no sence to him, it made him feel bad for the girl.
"Well, there is a possibility, but nothing's for certain." Kakashi found his tounge, and answered.
"Well then, she should join team seven after the exams are over and we'll help her!!" Naruto yelled, pumping his fist in the air.
"Yeah." Sakura whispered.
Chaa! Because she can't feel, she can't like Sasuke-kun!! She thought.
"I'm not sure, but she may stay with you for the time being. She can come back in."
Kakashi went over to the door and opened it, a girl fell into the room. Kakashi caught her, "You should be more careful."
"Thank you, Kakashi-san." She nodded.
It means less, when you don't feel or mean it. He thought sadly, helping the girl to her feet.
"So, you can't feel anything." Naruto said, immediatly covering his mouth afterwards.
"Naruto!" Sakura whispered harshly, hitting the poor idiot.
"Way to go, loser." Sasuke comented.
"No, I can't." Amaya answered.
"So nothing hurts you?" Sakura asked, letting curiosity get the best of her.
"Nope, do you want to see something?" She asked them, going into her cloak.
"Sure!" Naruto yelled.
She pulled out a sword, still in its sheath. "Normally, I wear it on my back, but it's easier to run with it in my cloak," she explained, unsheathing the sword.
"What are you going to do with it?" Sakura asked, uneasy.
"You'll see." Ayame answered, holding out her arm, "You want to know what else he did to me right?" She asked the old man, watching very closly.
"Yes, we would all like to know."
"Then watch." She told him, laying her left arm on the desk. She used her right arm, and lifted the sword. She dropped it, and her left forearm arm was severed from the rest of her body.
Sakura and Naruto turned green, Sasuke watched, taking notice that Ayame didn't wince or anything, Kakashi and Sandaime were confused as to why she cut off her own arm. That is, until the bone in the forearm stretched, and reconnected to her body. The skin seemed to crawl back to the body, in little stringy pieces, until it reconnected to her arm. The blood on her face seemed to soak back into her body, the blood on her clothes did the same, and the blood on the desk evaporated. The only way anyone could have been able to tell anyone she was ever cut was the blood on the blade. She took out a handkerchief, stained red, and wiped off the blood.
Naruto and Sakura turned over and heaved, Sasuke, looked mildly sick, Kakashi and the Hokage, were more curious that ever.