WARNING! CHILD RAPE, MAJOR RAPE, TRIGGERS, AND GORE SCENEs! PLEASE BE WARNED! SIGNS WILL SIGNAL BEGIN AND END RAPE SCENE TO ALLOW YOU TO SKIP OVER IT.
AN: This was about 8 pages of the so far 63 pages I have written of this particular story. I have not typed up the rest but will be doing so steadily. Hopefully you like it! Constructive criticism welcome! If I've made any grammar mistakes that I have not caught please let me know and I will fix it as soon as I can :D
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!
Chapter 1: Dying?
Dying, was not all it was cracked up to be. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no pearly gates, not even hellfire and brimstone. One moment I'm choking on my own blood, surrounded by smoke and burning metal trying to keep my insides where they belonged, with the stumps where my hands used to be. Then, cold. Followed by frantic words and large hands surrounding my entire body. Which should not be possible. Green warmth snaking through my veins, not veins. Before sleep drags me under.
What followed was a confusing blurred mess that involved screaming nightmares, tingling all over my body, hushed whispers and jerking body movements. When I first caught sight of my new? hands I wept in complete and utter relief, followed by so much confusion. Why were they so small? Then something was pressed to my lips and I drank deeply, sleep dragging me under again.
Two months of this terror and confusion would pass by before I could stay awake long enough to realize what had happened. I was now a baby. Somehow, after being blown up, and oh god everyone was dead, dead, dead, I had been reborn. When I came to this realization, silent tears started cascading down my slightly chubby cheeks causing confused murmurs to surround me and the giant, warm, hands to pick me up and shush me. While I was grateful to be alive and whole, not missing my once long piano fingers, I would never see my family, my brother and sister in arms, ever again. But, no. All of my brother and sister in arms were dead, dead, dead. Blown to pieces in the ambush.
My third month I became more aware. I could see clearer, and my period of being awake was longer. From what I could see my new mother was beyond gorgeous. She had long, must be dyed, purple hair, extremely light silver grey eyes and such delicate, almost high born, features. She was constantly sewing and making all sorts of amazing clothes, from extremely intricate kimono, to long flowing shirts that seemed to shimmer with every movement.
This is also when I realized that I had been born somewhere that had Japanese as its primary language. Now, the only reason I knew that, was that I had been stationed in Japan during my first enlistment with the Marines. So I knew enough to get by, but not nearly enough to be fluent. Hearing my new "Okaa-san's" voice I gurgled in excitement and waved my tiny, intact hands at her. Receiving a tired smile in return, I cooed in contentment.
Over the next eight years I learned my new name, Raiu-chan, how to walk, talk, and even how to read and write this overly complicated language. I learned that the tingling in my veins, not veins, was called chakra, and to never tell anyone I could sense it in both myself and others. I taught myself how to manipulate chakra and how to stick to things with it. The first time I literally climbed the walls, my Okaa-san was so scared I would hurt myself, I made sure to only do it with a mattress underneath me until she somehow managed to talk her various shinobi customers to teach me during our travels.
My Okaa-san was an extremely sought after seamstress, so we traveled all around the elemental countries. From Iwa to Kumo, Suna to Konoha all of the Daimyos and their court wanted something made by her. The only country we didn't go to was Kirigakure. Okaa-san's eyes were always so scared when it was mentioned, so I never asked about it.
Finding out two months before I turned nine that I could make a miniature storm, so cool, with water, wind, and lightening, made me so happy and excited that I ran to tell my Okaa-san after nearly depleting my entire chakra reserves playing around with it. The river that I was playing in was about a five minute chakra enhanced run from the cave we were camping in, so it took me about 10 minutes to run back without the amount I would usually use. The closer I got, the more I could feel a whole bunch of nauseating chakra signatures roiling around my Okaa-san's panicked/terror filled/painful signature.
Feeling the terror made my insides go cold as ice. Falling back onto my previous life training in stealth and combat, along with some of the tricks taught to me by the various customers over the years, I silently moved closer to the cave opening. Hearing the snide comments and crude laughter made me fear just what was happening inside.
Too late I heard the rustling beside the entrance. A man, grumbling through a mouth full of rotten teeth while pulling up his pants looked up and saw me frozen in place with wide silver eyes. Seeing that he was about to yell I rushed forward, jumped, and punched him in the throat with a chakra coated fist. The man's eyes bulged as his esophagus collapsed, and he flailed, making a huge racket causing the voices inside the cave to go silent. Suddenly, a gruff voice called, "Rikuto, go check that out!" Hearing the groan and the mumbled response, Followed by shuffling steps my way, my panicked eyes caught on the suffocating man's body in front of me. Noting the rusty sword with distaste attached to his waist, and the long dagger in his boot, I Ignored the flimsy looking sword and went for the surprisingly well crafted dagger. I slit the still slightly struggling man's carotid before slinking into the shadows, ignoring the blood splatter and pushing the disbelief and horror to the back of my mind to be dealt with later.
As soon as Rikuto emerged I jumped on his back plunging the dagger up into the base of his skull. Shaking, with eyes blown wide in horror at how easy that was, I brushed my long silver and purple, not dyed, hair out of my face. A slight whimper escaped before I managed to grit my teeth. When no further men emerged from the raucous jeering filled cave, I picked up the nearest rock and through it against the side of the cave. Once more the jeering stopped and the screaming/sobbing/pleading of Okaa-san stopped as well.
The same voice commanded three more to go check what was happening leaving eight still inside. Waiting until the last of the three exited I jumped on his back and shoved the dagger in his skull again, then moving quickly slashed and the second guys thigh and plunging the dagger up into his jaw and through the roof of his mouth. Feeling the hot, sweaty hands of the last guy close around my neck as he yelled out in rage, caused me to lash out with my leg encased in chakra, denting the left side of his head.
Falling to the ground I blinked rapidly to clear away the tears forming, I sensed the remaining chakras heading towards me, I scrambled into the shadows once more. Using the same tactics as before I waited until the seven? I thought there were eight? men all left the cave. I managed to get three more and wound a forth before they punched me in the solar plexus, driving the air out of me. My hair was yanked back and a boot made its way to my ribs causing some to crack.
WARNING RAPE SCENE
I was dragged into the cave and thrown onto something that whined brokenly. No, that was Okaa-san. I whimpered again as I processed what my eyes had seen, these animals, had ripped my mother apart in horrible ways. Her beautifully made clothes lay in tattered shreds all around her, blood from various cuts smeared her body, and various bodily fluids were both on and leaking out of her.
"Raiu-chan, I'm so sorry my little star," her broken rasping voice caused my tears to finally spill over. Sobs shook my body as I tried to ignore how I was being tied to my mother, how my own beautifully made clothes, were ripped to shreds by the angry, vengeful men surrounding us.
The whole time I kept trying to get my exhausted chakra to obey me. To do something, anything! As the man who had been barking commands tore into me something deep within me snapped.
RAPE SCENE ENDED
My hair stood on end as a wind picked up and lightening snapped all around me. Water droplets rose from the damp floor, and there was a brief moment where everything was quiet and still. Then the screams filled the air as a literal hurricane ripped through the small cave destroying everything in its path. Lightening seemed to be super charged and the wind turned to blades filled with ice, and the temperature dropped drastically. I buried my face in my Okaa-san's neck and waited for it to stop, feeling that deep reserve of chakra empty out at an alarming rate, causing me to feel so exhausted. After was felt like an eternity, silence filled the cave except Okaa-san's rasping breaths and my slight wheezes, leaving nothing but ice coating every surface, sparks coming off in small crackles, and the overwhelming stench of blood. Finally, no longer having any sort of energy left, darkness dragged me under.
Flickering chakra on the edge of my senses woke me up. Tensing up I gasped as my ribs shifted. Okaa-san groaned as she emerged from unconsciousness slightly causing me to let a whisper soft, "shhh" past my lips so we wouldn't draw any attention, causing my breaths to show in the freezing air around us. Too late. Tension and alertness suffused the three chakra signatures now closing in around us. Tears of frustration and helplessness streamed down my face as these signatures, though oddly muted, were so much bigger than any of those men had possessed.
I felt the moment they saw the dead bodies outside the cave as alarm shot through them, followed by what seemed to be a perimeter sweep as they spread out almost to the edges of my sensing range before meeting back at the entrance. Hiding my face in Okaa-san's neck I waited for whatever new hell awaited us. Just before darkness dragged me under again I felt horror and shock shoot through all three, followed by a quiet, masculine, "Fuck."
No more than a few minutes must have passed before I felt large rough, though surprisingly gentle, hands untie my mother and I. The feel of the undoubtedly male hands, caused a choked whine to escape me as I tried to get away! The hands firmed and pulled me up causing a stream of, "No, no, no, I'm sorry! Please!" to escape me, as well as a feeble jet of lightening to shoot out. Feeling the shock, then grim determination from the man, I whimpered and went limp, letting my traumatized mind drift back into the darkness.
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