A/N: Well, this is my first fan-fiction, so please be constructive! Right now I'm still experimenting with the style of my writing so please help me out in that area if you can. (for ex. "The flow was really bad/good in your paragraphs.)
OK Enough about me. About the story: Its yuri in case you missed that, as in GirlxGirl.
Next: I plan to have a plot in my story. (Look at the tittle and think about something you'll learn in a second, and you'll have a clue about it) Its not a story where I just throw a slightly different Naruto in and make him go through the VERY SAME events with awesome boosted power. There is nothing wrong with those stories I just don't plan to have one like that. :) (Albeit major events will be present, like the Exams.) I at least hope my story won't be like that, but really who knows? Xl
Lastly(for now): I might bring in some influence from other universes. There will be some heavy Soul Eater influence later, for sure. The others I will add as I deem appropriate.....or fun. That's all thanks for reading.
A hit came down on her face mercilessly. Unsurprisingly, the young girl could feel the warm, tangy, blood wash over her mouth. The attacker looked down at the girl, now sprawled on the wet ground. A gaze full of hatred twisted a normal human face, "This is the night you're going to die, demon." From the darkness of the night, many agreeing voices could be heard.
The girl couldn't run any longer. She was just half a dozen years old and these weren't ordinary villagers. The deep kunai cuts gashed across the girl's legs were evident of that.
"Why?" Tears formed in the girl's eyes. Her young resolution had held till this moment, but she couldn't take it any longer. "I'm sorry," the girl wailed, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Of course the girl really didn't know what she was apologizing for, but if these men and everyone else in The Village Hidden in the Leaves glared at her with such disdain, she must have done something.
The man directly in front of her spat at her apologies. "You'll be forgiven, demon, with your death." The man kicked her harshly in her stomach. The small body was easily knocked into the air and slammed into a wall.
"No…no," the world was beginning to dim for the girl, "I'm sorry…" Despite her dimming senses the pain seemed to be the only thing solid in her quickly disappearing surroundings. "s…s… 'orry." The girl's wails were soon silenced as a sandal came down hard of the girl's face.
-???-
The small girl opened her eyes. Where was she? The girl had absolutely no idea. Her mind was fuzz, almost like she had just woken up. Well, maybe she had just woken up…. That's what it seemed like, but she didn't feel like she'd just woken up. Mou! Even my thoughts aren't making sense!
As she gave up on her mental paradox, the girl's blue eyes finally took in what was around her. She was sitting in, no, on a thick blanket of water. Explaining the reason behind the water, the place she was in looked like a sewer.
Wha?
The girl timidly stood so that she was standing on the water rather than sitting on it. She managed not to wonder why she wasn't sinking into the water in lieu to beginning a trek farther into the dark sewers.
This is creepy.
With every step the girl was sure she could hear sounds that she didn't make. The eerie dripping was scary enough, without adding the sound of scurrying critters and ghostly echoes. Worst than all of that though, she could hear footsteps, footsteps that weren't hers!
At the sound of these phantom footsteps, every minute or so the girl would whip her head around, slinging slightly damp blond hair over her shoulder and discovering there is nothing but her present, just like all the times before. This sort of paranoid, tedious traveling lasted for a long while, until the girl came upon an adjacent path. Stopping finally, she peered into the entrance, but the only thing she could see was an unnatural black.
The girl looked above her. Flickering lights illuminated the spot the girl stood in, but didn't reach the darkness of the other path. Fleeting questions on why the unstable light didn't breach the darkness, appeared quickly in her head. Then, just as quickly they were gone. Following her curious nature the girl instantly decided to follow the different path. She took a step inside the black. Her foot disappeared. She leaned forward. Her thigh and hand was now gone too. Another step.
Darkness covered everything.
As quickly as the darkness over took her, fear replaced the curiosity in the girl. With a spin that was quickly becoming trademark, the girl whirled her head around to look behind her. She didn't see anything but darkness. The girl's fear spiked to new levels, and her chest constricted. She couldn't managed to squeeze the tiniest breath past them.
Without a thought, the girl started to run. In the case of such an extreme terror her body reacted almost automatically, following the primal instinct to flee. She pedaled her feet forward like a person used to running, and soon she was propelling through the darkness. The girl ran and ran through the emptiness. She couldn't see any of the obstacles that might have been in her way or even the hands swinging by her sides, but she didn't slow for this. Her fear was too great to take even the slightest respite. This fear was different from the fear she usually felt. It was worse than the feeling of the children throwing things at her, kicking her. It was worse than the adults following her, waiting for their time to attack. It was worse than seeing the hate-filled glares that always appeared before the girl was hurt.
This was more like a different fear that she'd always tried her hardest to hide. The fear she felt when she was sick for days and didn't see anyone. The fear she felt when the adults ignored her questions. The fear she felt when the older students pretended she wasn't there as she asked to play. The fear she felt when she saw other kids parents take their children away without looking at her, alone. All alone.
It was this fear that fueled her nightmares, dreams as vivid as they were morbid.
The dreams foretold a falling girl, a blond haired blue eyed girl. All around her there were people; no, the backs of people surrounded her. Everyone stood away, averting their eyes from the girl as the ground gave way under her. She would reach out and try to grab onto someone, but all of the shadowed people would just slip out of her grip, still not looking at her. The girl would call out, and try to catch their attention, but still no one would look: no one would catch her.
Somehow that phrased killed the girl, as lethal a stab to the heart. The girl's breath would always hitch at this thought and the people would disappear. The ground that was eating her would transform into completely black, and suck her in like a lake of ink.
No one will catch me.
An emotion would overcome the girl's mind, not completely sadness, not completely fear, not anger. It was the embodiment of the darkness the girl was sinking into.
No one wants me.
This was the end. Not the end of the dream, the end of everything. There was no point. Nothing about her mattered anymore, or ever mattered truthfully. The girl stopped struggling and let herself fall. The darkness would easily consume her.
No…
Suddenly, her hand would reach back out of the gloom.
No.
The hand bends down and clings at the surface of the ground, that only a second ago she'd sunken into.
No! I can't do this! I have to….! There must…..! I CAN'T GIVE UP!
With a muffled yell the hand pulled the girl back to the surface. Now the girl sat solidly on top the black, panting and sweating.
Now this would bring about the true end. The girl would wake from her re-occurring dream, on tear drench sheets.
But, now was different. She was surrounded by the darkness like many times, but unlike the dreams she couldn't escape. No matter what she did, no matter what she thought this darkness was inescapable.
The girl shook her head wildly, but the darkness still didn't recede. It was everywhere: it was unending. The girl's eyes burned with tears. I said, I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't fall away.
The girl slammed her eyes shut to block the tears and ran with all of her might to leave the darkness and wake. For the first time since the girl had first started her dash, her run was paused. She tripped on her foot and came crashing to the floor.
Despite the fact that the girl was way too fit to be a tired from such a short run, she didn't have the strength to rise back up. Mentally and physically she was worn out beyond functionality. There was no way she could handle this, this was ten times worse than any nightmare she had before.
If she'd had her eyes open the girl would have realized she wasn't in the dark anymore. She was now in a dimly lit room, dominated by a huge cage with rust colored bars, impossibly held together by a thin piece of paper with one word on it: SEAL
If her eyes were open the girl would also have realized it was a actually a good thing she tripped, for if she had rushed forward a few more feet she would have ran full throttle into one of the solid looking bars. Instead the girl was on her knees, head down, and dropping tears onto the ground.
Amazingly huge, red, eyes opened behind the cage and looked down at the little head, mere inches away from touching the bars. With a speed even jonnins wouldn't be able to see, three claws extended from the cage to hover over the crying girl. One easy sweep could crush the girl beyond recognition, but instead the claws simply hovered.
For a long time, everything was still. The monster eyes simply watched the girl, and the said girl simply cried her fearful tears into the ground, almost in a fetal position.
Finally there was movement. The claws slowly retracted back in to the cage. Another moment passed where nothing moved and there was no sound besides the girl's weeping.
"Surprisingly, I wake to find you weeping on my doorstep," a smooth silky, woman's voice resonated from the cage, "You, my prison, my home, my most prominent enemy, my only ally, the one scourge of my being, my one companion, my master, my child." The words the woman said were contradictory and the voice itself seemed to almost be fight with itself.
The voice stopped as if waiting in anticipation. The truth was that she was waiting. She was waiting for the girl to act like the human she was. The girl's would look up, and see the monster looming over her. She would be overtaken by fear of something she had no knowledge of and she would instantly try to run. But, it would be too late. The owner of the voice would destroy the pathetic soul and take back her place in history. There was no doubt. There was nothing the girl could do to escape.
Despite the resolution the entity had, after a few seconds of waiting she lost patience as the girl didn't raise, still."Nyaruko!" Her beautiful voice rang throughout the room.
-Nyaruko-
The darkness was finally receding. The girl could hear a voice and it was steadily wiping away the murk that clouded her mind. She couldn't exactly tell what the person was saying, but finally the darkness and the emotions it wrought were fleeing. The girl could feel excitement start to build in her chest. Someone was calling to her. Someone was talking. Talking to her!
Then it came, "Nyaruko!"
Light finally came back to the Nyaruko's world, like opening her eyes. Directly in front of her stood bars, but she wasn't exactly in the state of mind to observe her surroundings. Instead she looked to the person calling out to her.
In front of her, two monstrous red eyes floated behind the cage. They looked down at the girl expectantly as the girl looked back up at them. Nyaruko opened her mouth to speak or do something, but discovered she was unable. She only managed a small sad smile as her head fell back down to cry again. This time tears of joy.
Someone was talking to her! Someone was calling her!
-monster-
The monster's eyes narrowed as she saw the girl open her mouth and freeze. Behind the bars, her claws were tensing to lash out.
Then her heart froze as she saw the sad smile. Her paws fell softly on the ground, and the gigantic red eyes just stared at the girl. After a moment they slowly closed.
Slowly, a hand could be seen coming reaching out of the cage, a (mostly) human hand, with spotless light skin and red claws protruding where normal nails would be. The hand stalled in the air, a small way in front of the girl's head. "Nyaruko…" the voice started. The contradiction was back in her voice, but now it seemed almost hesitant.
Nyaruko looked up again and saw the hand in front of her face. Amazement and confusion donned on her face.
"Because you have fallen, and my hand happens to be free…" The monster hesitated. Nyaruko simply waited, and didn't speak like the monster half-hoped she would. "Because fate has brought you here to my abode…." Another hesitation. "You have fallen……" Yet another pause, then finally the monster spoke once again, casting away her hesitation. "Take my hand, kit."
Nyaruko kept staring her eyes still wide. She's offering to help me? Me? No one else is around right? She wants me to take her hand. She's allowing me to touch her? There's no way. This is… Doubt started to work its way into the young blonde's mind. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Or maybe the woman didn't know that she was a demon. That was probably it. I should leave before she realizes and decides to make it dark again.
Almost in direct rebellion to her thoughts, her hand reached up. She wondered noncommittally, why her hand was going forward when logic was strictly against it. Maybe it was some sort of spell, or maybe it was the hope that was plain on her face that betrayed her logic. Whatever it was Nyaruko's hand was quickly covered by the woman's larger one.
Are all people warm?
That was the last question she managed before she was pulled forward, past the bars and into the cage.
A/N: Quick note, how do you all feel about harems? I'm doing a quick survey. You can just answer in a review if you review.
