Hello everybody and welcome to my revised story. I really have nothing else to say, so enjoy.
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It was dark and pretty cold for a night like tonight, thunder rumbling in the distance softly, yet menacing enough to frighten someone. A teenage boy lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with emotionless eyes, breathing softly. Half of his body was paper white while the other was a bold black. He mumbled a quick 'I gotta get out of here' before looking out the window with a certain longing.
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Another male teenager walked by himself along the deserted streets of a poor poverty stricken village. His skin was oddly blue along with the strange fact that he had gills where his cheek bones were. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking down at the dusty ground as he trudged on without a soul to acompany him.
"Hm. What shall I do? I have no friends and there will probably be nobody that is willing to come near me," He mumbled to himself, fists clenching at the mere thought of being alone for the rest of his miserable life. "Why me?"
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Like the last two teenagers we've seen, this boy was just as lonely as he zipped across the muddy ground. His body was littered with ugly stitches and scars, making him very unatractive. Looking over his shoulder, he sighed and slowed his hurried pace, assuming that nobody was following him anymore.
"Damn humans and their judgment," He snarled to himself, cracking his knuckles in a menacing manner. "I'm sure that there's nobody else in this damn world that suffers this stuff like I do," He continued, gazing up at the full moon before continuing on his way, muttering curses to himself.
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"He's getting away!" A voice bellowed from behind him. He brushed red bangs out of his eyes as he ran at top speed, away from whoever was chasing him. "Don't let him get away!" The same voice added in an enraged tone. The red head could feel the man pointing his finger at his retreating back. He was sure that he was going to get away until he tripped over a tree root jutting out of the ground. One of the men chasing him roughly grasped onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him onto his feet, bringing an arm back in the form of a punch.
"You can't do this to me!" The boy wailed, tears stinging at his eyes, yet he refused to let them fall in front of this monstrosity. "Why can't you treat me equally?" The boy added, attempting to shove his attacker away from him.
"Too bad kid, you're not normal," The man growled, throwing his hand at the boys face, effectively making the boy flinch as his fist made contact with his cheek.
"It's not fair..." The boy choked out, just about ready to lash out at the men that surrounded him, all waiting for their turns to give him a good punch to the face and then some. One muttered something about 'life not being fair' only to have the teenager wail out angrily, dark red chakra swirling around his body wildly. The man that had him by the collar of his shirt imediatly reeled back, his hand burned to a third degree. "Leave me alone!" The teenager roared, literaly creating a shockwave that blew all of the men away from him.
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"Fuck these fucking fuckers who won't leave me the fuck alone," A silver haired teenager growled under his breath as he stolled down the empty roads of his home village. Looking up at the moon, he sighed and forced himself to calm down before he went too crazy. "Life fucking sucks..." He sighed, defeat evident in his voice. He jerked to attention when a shadow snuck around in the alleys. "Oh no you don't," He hissed just as a body jumped out at him.
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"I've finally got you where I want you," A tall woman smirked down at a short teenaged boy with bright orange hair. The boy could only send a glare that shot daggers out at her, yet she was unaffected.
"No. I've got you," The boy growled calmly, his piercing eyes burning into her very soul. The tall woman became confused at what the teenager had just said. Her eyes widened when a bright orange aura eveloped the boys body entirely. "You're going to die tonight."
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A petite teenaged boy cowered in the corner, whimpering like a hurt puppy as a large, bulky man approached him. He had a kunai in his right hand while his left helf three shuriken. The boy could only scoot closer into the corner in hopes of merging within it.
"Okay kid, no more games, it's been too many years, your time has come," The man grinned, a homicidal look gleeming in his dark brown eyes. The boy looking up at him, hoping that he could get the man to back off without having to say a word.
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A raven haired teenager ran as fast as his legs could carry him, almost tripping over everything that went under his nimble feet. He looked over his shoulder, a sad look crossing onto his face before it dissapeared as he ran from his own home village.
"Hmph, I'm no different from them. So then why do I have to be the scapegoat?" He huffed under his breath, listening to the faint yells of the angry villagers that had just run him out of his own home. He slowed, sighed and looked forlornly up at the moon. "Why do you get to be so free?" He questioned to nobody in particular
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A teenaged girl sat alone by a pond that resided far away from the village she once lived in. Tears rolled down her eyes, sobs raking her fragile body. She mumbled things to herself before kicking a pebble into the small body of water.
"Why am I such a bad girl? What's wrong with me?"
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Blond hair was burshed out of the way of two sky blue eyes that focused on things like a wolf to its pry. Looking up at the full moon, he focused mainly on the dark clouds that lazily floated in the way of the far away object. He 'hmph'd' before looking back at the blades of grass in his hand. He tossed them aside before ripping out another handful angrily.
"I'm not a bad person un," He snarled to himself, pulling out more grass until only soil remained in a small area next to his right hip. He dug his fingers into the dirt, taking out a small handful and tossing it out in front of him. Life's not fair...
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The sun began to rise slowly, signaling that the day was ready to present itself to the world. The blue haired girl sat up straight and looked at the brightening sky. Her tear stained face was evidence that she had cried for many hours that night, mumbling horrible things about herself that she had heard her fellow villagers whisper behind her back. She was about to resume her moping until a twig cracked behind her, making her jump and become frightened.
"Who's there?" She half demanded as bravely as she could. She was scared that they had finally found her. A orange haired boy around her age emerged from the shrubs, bruises and cuts scattered across his body, obviously fresh. "W-who are you?"
"I'm Pein," The orange haired boy huffed, wiping blood from his cheek before inspecting the back of his hand, staring at the blood as it trickled down the back of his hand and onto the grassy ground. "And who may you be?"
She hesitated, "My name is Konan," She answered shyly, rubbing her cheek that was stained with water marks. The 'Pein' boy limped over to her before sitting down next to her with a pained grunt. He sighed and got himself comfortable next to Konan before staring out at the small pond full of fresh water.
"I can tell that you were crying. Why?" Pein asked, not looking at Konan. The girl looked down at the ground, too ashamed to say whatever was on her mind when that question was asked.
"My own friends call me a monster. A defective child," Konan answered after a short moment of silence. Pein snorted, frowning at her answer and looking at her with a seriousness that made her skin crawl under his powerful gaze.
"I don't consider them friends then," Pein remarked sourly. "If they talk behind your back and call you horrible things, so be it, but they're not your friends is they do such things," He continued, picking a small blade of grass out of the ground before flicking it aside. Konan looked at Pein, feeling more sad. She had never had any real friends? Now that was a huge blow to the self esteem. "My 'friends' said almost the same things about me," He growled, saying the word 'friends' as if it were a bad taste in his mouth.
Konan was shocked. Pein was called similar things that described her to her fellow villagers?
"It's called a Bijuu, so I'm much worse than you," Konan finally stated coldly, looking out at the pond. Pein snorted again, making Konan become irritated in the slightest. What was this kids problem?
"Yeah, I know what a Bijuu is, you're not the only one with one of those things," Pein remarked smartly. Once again, Konan was shocked. She was sitting next to another Jinjuriki. "I don't understand why they seal them inside of someone only to have that person taunted and called horrible things," Pein scoffed, looking at Konan once more. Konan remained silent. She though that she'd never see the day.
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"Gah! Why does that bastard have to kick so hard? Oh yeah! He's a fucking bastard!" Hidan yelled bitterly to himself as he rubbed his sore back. You could tell that he had been kicked on the back for a dirt sandal print was easily printed on the back of his black shirt. "I hate every fucker in this damn world," He continued, shaking a fist at nothing in particular.
"Oh really? Then we both have something in common," A gruff voice remarked behind him. The silver haired teenager took out a kunai and adopted a skilled fighting stance, ready to beat the snot out of whoever dared to approach him in such a mood. He was rather suprised to see another teenager around his age with stitched covering his whole body leaning on a tree, arms crossed in a lazy fashion.
"Da fuck?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow while taking a huge step back. "Who the fucking hell are you? Some kind of zomie?" The boy questioned, pointing the kunai at the other teenager. The stitch covered boy sent a glare at him that made shivers run down his spine.
"Well, aparently I'm fucking Kakuzu you dolt," Kakuzu remarked, ignoring the boys later question, yet failing to hide that he disaprooved of being called a 'zombie'. "And now that I gave my damn name up, why don't you give yours?" Kakuzu added coldly. Hidan only laughed at him.
"Fine, I'm Hidan for your information," He answered, a wide smile plastered on his face, showing his over-confidence to the whole world. Kakuzu mentaly rolled his eyes at Hidan's over-confidence, but only gave the other teenager a back hand to his head. "You're lost, I can tell."
"Am not! And what the fuck was that for?" Hidan wailed, rubbing the back of his head and slicking his now out of place hair back to its original style. Kakuzu could only raise an eyebrow at him once more, placing pressure on Hidan to tell the truth already. "Fine, fine! I in fact am lost okay?" Hidan gave in.
"Good, now let's get out of here," Kakuzu remarked and began walking, hands stuffed into his pockets in a 'I'm-better-than-you' fashion. Hidan narrowed his eyes at the other teen. Hidan didn't follow none the less. "Come on or else I'll have to beat you," The other teen threatened angrily, peering over his shoulder.
"Like hell you could! I could beat you with my hands literaly tied behind my back!" Hidan boasted, his over-confidence showing once more.
"How then? I've got three tails on my side," Kakuzu shot back, holding up three fingers in a way that made Hidan think that he thought that he didn't know how to count properly. Which irritated him, but he still had a tank load of confidence in him.
"Last time I checked, three is less than five," Hidan claimed, holding up five fingers triumphantly. "Beat that!" Hidan added, smiling widely and showing his brilliantly, yet suprisingly, white teeth. Kakuzu cussed mentaly.
"Well, then looks like I've got myself a new friend," Kakuzu muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Hidan to hear. Hidan was about to say something, but was stopped when Kakuzu slapped a hand over his mouth. The silver haired teen was tempted to bite Kakuzu's hand, but he reminded himself that it was covered in probably stitches that could get him sick.
"I'd kick your ass right now if I really felt like it," Hidan barked once he pulled Kakuzu's hand away from his mouth. Kakuzu wiped his hand on his pant leg before continuing his walk, Hidan following five feet behind this time.
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The teenager that had cowared from the large burly man limped weakly though the dense forest, feeling exhausted from the beating he had recieved. That man could really punch. The teenager was about to shed a tear when a green haired teenager approached him cautiosly.
"Who are you?" The boy asked, not wanting to earn another beating. The boy looked inocent enough, but it was still possible that he could end up being another hater. The green haired boy looked at the other, taking in his features before sticking his hand out, asking for a hand shake.
"My name's Zetsu," The boy answered, smiling as kindly as he could. This 'Zetsu' kid still seemed inocent enough, so the injured teen took his hand and shook it weakly, uttering his name. "Tobi's your name?" Zetsu questioned, his smile still stuck onto his face. Tobi felt rather wanted with they way Zetsu kindly smiled at him.
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The raven haired teenager breathed heavily, coughing every now and then as he trudged through a large terrain full of deeps swamps and sticky mud. He watched the small bugs buzzing around him. He had given up trying to shoo them away by waving his arms around. It only made him look mentaly challanged. He was about to take off in a sprint once more, but a blue skinned teenager caught his eye.
"Name?" The raven haired teenager literaly demanded. It was supposed to sound like a simple question, but his voice wouldn't allow it, making it come out as a demand. The blue skinned teenager slighlty flinched away from his cold tone, but told him his name none the less. "Kisame's your name?" The raven asked this time, forcing his demanding tone down.
'Kisame' nodded his head before asking, "And you are?".
"Itachi. My name's Itachi," Itachi answered. Kisame hesitantly stuck out his hand for a hand shake and Itachi, like Kisame, hesitated to shake it. He slowly took his hand out from his pocket and took the larger, blue one, shaking it awkwardly. "And if you're looking for a fight, you're looking at the wrong person. You'd be dead within seconds," Itachi added unconsciously, mentaly face palming.
"I'm not here for a fight," Kisame answered, ending the hand shake and stuffing his large blue hands back into his pockets. Itachi nodded and resumed his walking. He turthfully didn't know where he was going to go. Anywhere but this swampy area that's for sure. Kisame followed him, a small trust already forming in between them, but barely noticable.
"Why are you out here?" Itachi suddenly asked, catching Kisame off guard. "I'm out here because I'm an outcast of my village," Itachi added, making sure that he covered his side first. Kisame looked at the muddy ground with a lonely look in his eyes before looking back up at Itachi.
"I ran from my home because they assume that I'm a monster," Kisame answered. "And I don't mean it by my blue skin, something worse and more dangerous than that," Kisame added, knowing that Itachi would've said that he knew that his blue skin would earn him the name tag of 'monster' any day.
"Bijuu?" Itachi simply questioned. "No need to worry. I've got one as well," Itachi continued, not waiting for the blue skinned teen to answer. "Eight tails and I'm not proud of it," Itachi remarked sourly, narrowing his eyes at the ground as he watched his feet take those nimble steps.
"Two," Kisame smiled sheepishly. "I've got the two tailed Bijuu," Kisame clarified just in case Itachi didn't understand what he had meant, but he knew that Itachi understood. He could see that this boy was smarter than he looked.
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The blond looked at his surroundings which was littered with dead human bodies. He felt a sudden nausea hit him until he saw a petite red haired boy around his age shivering fearfully under a large Aspen tree. They boy was probably scard of either the sight or what he could've done. The blond approached the small red head, tapping him on the scalp softly.
"Hello un, who are you?" He asked as kindly and as soflty as possible. The red head slowly looked up at him, the fear being replaced with ferocity and readiness for combat. "Whoa, cool down, I'm not here to fight un," The blond chuckled, sitting down next to the red head under the Aspen tree.
"Why do you want to know? Once you learn my history, you'll hate me like everybody else," The boy muttered, drawing circles on the ground forlornly. The blond felt bad for the small boy and wrapped an arm around him, feeling the boy tense at his friendly gesture.
"Sorry kid, I don't hate people like you un," The blond apologized, smiling and shaking his head slowly. The red head looked skeptical with his words before scooting away from him, giving a clear signal that he didn't want the blond to do what he was doing. "What's your name?"
"Sasori," The small teen muttered slowly, expecting to be hit at the mentino of that name. That infamous name that plagued the small village he used to live in. But instead of a smack to the side of the face, he earned a welcoming smile.
"My name's Deidara un," Deidara introduced. Sasori was a little shocked at the gesture of kindness, but was happy to earn some at least.
"I'm an outcast of my village, so please leave me be," Sasori half demanded, turning away from Deidara before standing up and beginning to walk away. Deidara leapt up and bounded after Sasori before matching his pace. "Stop following me, you should be warned that I'm a Jinjuriki," Sasori warned in hopes of scaring this 'Deidara' away.
"Hah, you would've never guessed that I was a Jinjuriki as well un," Deidara laughed, crossing his arms and walking ahead of Sasori a tad. "Surprisingly...ten tails," Deidara muttered to himself, looking a bit ashamed at that fact. It was Sasori's turn to wrap an arm around Deidara's shoulders, though with a bit of difficulty since he was shorter.
"Then we can be friends."
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Okay, first revised chapter up. This is a separate story because I guess I could say that I want you to see my progress in writing ability. So...be nice on the reviews and peace!