Prologue
We were making good time. "I think we'll be back in Konoha by nightfall," Ryou said.
I was about to replay when suddenly I felt something and stopped. "Daisuke, what's wrong," Ryou asked as he turned to look at me.
"Do you feel that," He was silent for a few seconds then turned to look at me a curious look painted a crossed his face.
"There's someone near by," he finally responded.
"I'm going to see what it is," I began walking before he could say a word so Ryou just followed me. We made our way slowly and quietly through the tangled brush and trees.
Then we saw the cause for our intrigue. A girl of about 16 or 17 sat leaning against a tree with her head down seemingly unconscious.
Her dark brownish black hair had uneven lays through out. It looked wild as it covered her face. The girl's cloths were ripped and torn revealing horrible lacerations from years ago as well as new ones. From the amount of blood that covered her and the forest floor it was surprising she wasn't already dead. Ryou and I looked at each other then back at the horrific sight.
"The poor girl," he walked closer examining her. "There're so many scars I can't even see her skin. Who would do this? Even for a ninja these scars…" he trailed of shaking his head in disgust.
"I don't see a head band. Where do you think she's from?"
"No idea, she doesn't have any thing that I can see to reveal a clan or village." Our voice seemed to awaken something deep within in her as the girl's breath came faster. She was aware of our presents and lifted her head slowly. Pupil less pale lavender eyes gazed at us like that of prey cornered by its predator and waiting for death that was sure to come.
The jeweled band around her forehead glinted as the sun shone through the trees bringing attention away from the five scars that decorated her face. The most noticeable were the one coming straight down the right side of the right eye and the one coming down from the middle of her forehead crossing the edge of the left side of the right eye and continuing down her cheek. She also had two scars on the left side of her chin. The last started at about the cheekbone, continued right under the nose, and diagonally over the other end of her lip.
Fear came off her in overwhelming waves. The girl franticly looked from one of us to the other as her eyelids fluttered. Then darkness overtook the girl as she past into unconsciousness and even closer to death.
"We should take her to Lady Hokage. If we hurry and were careful we should be able to get here there in time."
"Do you think that's smart? What if she's an enemy? This could be a trap," He responded unsure.
"Don't be such a usiratonkuche (fool).The fear in her eyes was really and why you stand there arguing she's dieing."
"Ohichiwa (forgive me). Your right, I'll carry her it'll be faster." Reuniting
"Ok," I responded. Then I walked forward and began to wrap some of the worse wounds and we were off as fast as we could go. I looked up into the sky. The sun was low in the clouds. It would be dark before we got back. I hoped we would make it in time for something told me this girl would be very important.
The injured ninjas POV
My mind swam in impenetrable darkness. There is no thought…no feeling…there is nothing at all. Then a strange nagging at the back of my mind began to erase the dark. I didn't want to leave it. The familiar calming feeling the darkness imposed is never something I wanted to leave.
Yet the nagging uneasy feeling persisted and reluctantly conciseness returned. My eyes fluttered ever so lightly. My body is heave; I can't move. Movement had always been difficult, but never like this.
Suddenly like a blow I realized the nagging that had awakened me was voices. My eyes snapped open. As I raised my head with all the strength I had. The sun blinded me as the jewels in my headband through colors about the forest and the ninjas that stood before me.
I'm so weak. I don't seen how I could possibly fight any longer. The two ninjas I had heard were staring at me. A look of horror, pity, and disgust could clearly be seen. Yet, these emotions could be false. I had to stay on guard, but still movement was impossible. I'm going to die here. I don't want to die. I…I have to fight. I can't just sit here. Move. Move! My body refused the commands. The darkness I loved so much was becoming a nightmare as it insisted on returning when I needed most to be within the torture of thought.
My eyes closed and I fought to open them. I succeeded, but my small victory didn't last long. It's too late. I really am going to die at the hands of these two ninjas. Then my eyes closed. My sure to be killers the last thing I see before my calming darkness takes over.