Bloody Knuckles
A/N: I got this idea from a different story I read a while ago. The name still escapes me as does the author. Their story gave me the idea, everything else is my own thoughts. I also own Leiko.
Summary: What happens when the Champion of the illegal Underground Fighter Ring meets the Kazekage? Can he change her heart filled with hate? rated T for voilent themes. GaaraXOC
Disclaimer: We don't own Naruto & neither will you :(
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Prologue
The thud of my bare fists colliding with the already splintered wood became more rapid as my temper began to rise. My snow white hair clung to my face, sweat drenched my clothes from three hours straight of training, by body breaking down & the scars on my knuckles beginning to re-open & bleed. A dim light managed to make a presence, sneaking through the tear in the fabric above my head. My little tent was small, yet it managed to hold a thin mattress, a large full length mirror cracked in some places & a thick log my own height. My own blood stained the dark timber & my repeated punches had caused dents from being worn down. As my rage intensified, the chakra seal on my right shoulder blade began to burn, forbidding me from my own chakra. The audience didn't want to see us use chakra, they wanted a good plain fist fight. My mind dreaded the memories re-surfacing, of how after only one hit, I turned into a blood thirsty monster, not letting my opponent leave the ring, even after they forfeited, without beating them half to death. I've been calling it my 'Instinct Mode' recently, as it only comes up during a fight where I'm losing. I felt a numb throbbing on the back of my hands, realising id been punching the oak so hard it'd actually split in some places.
I stood back from the log, my legs weak & slightly swaying. I placed one hand on the rough bark to steady myself, combing my sweaty hair back from my face with the other. It was then I noticed just how many new blood stains there were on the log, the crimson liquid still dripping down the splintered wood. I looked at the back of my knuckles, staring at just how many of my scars had re-opened & how there was some new ones too. Blood coated the back of my hands, still dripping down my wrist & even smudging over my fingers. I glanced over to the mirror to my left, groaning at the red streak in my hair where I'd combed it back. I sighed resting my forehead on the log & closing my eyes & picturing that boy from before. I was in the ring, the crowd cheering like mad in my victory of that match. For some reason, I looked to my left, my eyes falling on the only person besides the loosing team who wasn't cheering. He was wearing a hood, not that there was anything suspicious about that, it was just what was underneath that surprised me. Pale green eyes stared at me beyond the shadow of the hood, blood red locks falling over parts of his eyes, a birthmark or scar of some sorts above his left eye, it was hard to tell from this distance. I saw him for just one moment before he disappeared into the crowd, but those eyes haunted me. They had some sort of emotion inside them, but I couldn't tell what & it was pissing me off.
I stood back from the log, done with my usual routine of beating up the dead tree for a good three hours. It was always the same after a fight, it was the only way I managed to sleep at all. I would tire my body until I could barely stand, then collapse onto the mattress I call a bed, my body asleep before it hit the grubby white material. While my body slept, my mind was wide awake, replaying every moment of the previous fights, the stench of sweat & blood, the feeling of ribs breaking under the power of my fist, & the deafening roar of the audience as they watched on.
I suppose now would be a good time to explain. My name is Leiko, I am an unusually thin 15 year old girl with hair as white as snow & eyes as blue as ice. I'm also one of the deadliest Underground fighters you will ever meet.
Welcome to my story.
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A/N: Wow. Prologue done. Next chapter is coming out soon, but I'll need some reviews so I know I'm loved. Read & Review, please! Black Panda will send you a virtual cookie! X)