a/n hiya!! my third Naruto based story!! ye-ah! If you read this one, you should read Butterfly Prophecy as well. there will be a lot of scenes that take place in btoh of these because this story is based on Emi, Cho's (BP character) best friend. there will also be scenes that happen between the two of them in this story that don't happen in the ither. i.e. chapter four, which I ahven't finished yet. but I'm not writing about that in Butterfly Prophecy just...because. anyway, it's your choise. I really hope you enjoy! I think it's...quite different from anything else. I know I've never read a story like this. xD
Summary:Living in a great ninja village such as Konoha and not being a ninja is, not only uncommon, but boring as anything! Lucky for me I've been meeting plenty of ninjas who end up getting me involved in things I never would have asked for! And it's all thanks to my best friend, Cho! But, unfortunately, I flal in love with the coldest, most pessimistic ninja in the entire village! The heavens must be getting back at me for tryign to set Cho up, because what else have I done to deserve THIS?
better than it sounds! Both I and my quizilla readers think that! well they never read the summaries but...they like it!
Cherry Blossom Kiss
Chapter One-Attack in the Forest
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I never was an athlete, nor did I ever pretend to be. In fact, I was the farthest thing from one--I attended private school. Sure there were athletic activities there, but I was failing gym class and took no part--or interest, for that matter--in the few sports teams or clubs my school had. Disregarding all of those facts, let me fill you in on another: when I need to run, boy did I run.
Except, the one time I needed to do so more than anything else, I COULDN'T. My legs were frozen stiff, as was the rest of me besides the trembling. And I couldn't help thinking, as I stood there, If only Cho were here right now...She'd beat them off...or closer than I ever could...
The ironic thing was, when the incident occurred, I was on my way to go pick Cho up from the Konohagakure Ninja Training School, just as I promised her I would.
She's been busier than ever now that she's actually going to the Academy; and since there are other people there, and it isn't private training like she used to do, she's making friends, and hanging out with them. I see her so little now... I found myself thinking.
"Looks like the little girl's scared stiff," came the low, rumbling growl of one of the bandits that had cornered me in the woods; his voice had broken me from my thoughts, which were utterly ridiculous in the situation I faced--if I didn't make it out of there I'd never see Cho--or anyone else--ever again!
"Can't even say a single syllable," taunted another
"Why don't we just chop her pretty little head off right now, spare us all the trouble of tracking her down later." The blade of a knife was flicked open as the one spoke, and the group of four, all agreeing with wicked laughter, came at me slowly, bloodthirsty looks shining in their devilish eyes.
Note to self--if you come out of here alive, Emi, never take the short cut through the woods again.
The sweat began to come rather quickly right then; the leader, the fiercest of them all and a man with straggly, graying hair which lay in matted clumps at random locations about his head, picked up his pace.
Why me?! I haven't even turned thirteen yet! That one desperate thought screamed inside my head over, and over again; right as the man got close enough to reach out his arm and slit my throat, something--or rather, someone--appeared in front of me, arms sticking straight out at his sides, head slightly lowered.
"We've been looking for you!" A girl's voice called out from within the trees; at first I thought she meant me, and I began to wonder who she was, but after a moment's time, I realized she meant the bandits. The pondering didn't stop when I figured this out, but to the contrary--it strengthened.
To my far left, two people jumped down to the ground from the branch of a large tree; a boy and a girl, both of which had brown hair, but with looks very different.
They came at the bandits with speed, and as they did so, they drew weapons from pouches tied at their hips. I realized then that they were ninjas.
The person in front of me whipped his head around; I jumped a little, startled both by the sudden-ness of this and his shocking appearance.
"Run. This is no place for a school girl," he whispered; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. They were so...bizarre. And his hair...it was a black bob cut which came to an end just above his fuzzy eyebrows.
"Run!" he demanded
I fell onto my butt and sat, shaking, for a minute; the bobbed boy, still watching me, prevented the bandit leader from coming around and attacking me.
Purple eyes widening in shock, I scrambled to my feet, finally feeling the ability to move return to me--so I ran. I didn't get far, though. As I moved, I looked over my shoulder to see how the boy who had saved my life was doing, and tripped. I flew forward, falling straight into a bush. But it wasnt just ANY bush, gracious no! It was a thorn bush with branches that looked more like arms. With its many black fingernails--for with every arm comes a hand, which has fingers, and they all have nails--it clung to my clothes and skin. I writhed about, but that only worsened the problem, because the nails (Really thorns of course), as I pulled away, scraped at me, tearing through my clothes and my skin.
I battled with the bush for much too long a time, and when I finally escaped its grasp, I felt like a fool.
There was only one bandit left standing--and it wasn't even the leader of the group--but for some reason, the three ninjas weren't even fighting him. The four people, child and man alike, stood there silently, weapons dropped to the forest ground, panting slightly, and staring--
--at me
The one girl in the group had a look on her face that said she couldn't quite believe what she had just witnessed--dumbfounded, if you will. The two boys of her age weren't too much different in their expressions. The bobbed-boy cocked a fuzzy eyebrow at me while the other had the look of smug amusement about him. I didn't understand what he had to be snug about, honestly.
"It's a good thing you rescued her. The little snob cant even get herself out of a thorn bush," the bandit sneered.
I felt myself go hot in the face. '...Little snob?' Oh I'll show him! No one makes assumptions about my personality just because I'm wearing a uniform and gets away with it!
"Excuse me?! Did I hear you correctly or did you just call me a snob?" I don't know what gave me the courage to speak ANYTHING, but there I was, screaming at a bandit. I stalked up to him, fuming only slightly, and ignoring the stinging all over my body as the sweat rolled down my skin into the open wounds that now covered my skin. "And what gives you the right to make THAT assumption, anyway?"
"I don't need a right to do anything. I do as I please, and you little runts can't stop me." After looking the three Konoha ninjas over, his gaze fell on me. "Especially you."
From his pocket, he procured another knife. It was old with little dents all over, marking up the metal. On it were stains that looks like rust--but I knew better than to believe that.
No matter how old and scratched up it was though, it was still a knife--and it was still sharp.
The sun shone down through the canopy of leaves, glinting on the silver blade of the knife. The owner of the weapon smirked, looking up at all of us again, licking his lips. He decided that he's come after me--probably assuming I would be the least amount of trouble, that I wouldn't put up any sort of fight just because I didn't have a weapon. He didn't think it was possible that maybe I could punch him out--though I myself doubted it. Or, more likely (though I really wasnt sure exactly HOW likely it really was) one of the three ninjas he had decided not to go after right then, wouldn't allow him to kill me, even though we were complete strangers. But even if they didn't do it for me, they may very well do it just for the sake of beating him. After all, they had said earlier that they had been searching for him, before they knew about me.
I clenched my fists, not too willing to take the chance that the three would allow him to slit my throat, and was going to be ready to hit him when he came at me. I looked at one grimy fist, and grinned only slightly. I'd punch his head off--if need be.
But I never got the chance.
The bandit got a hold of one long, golden pigtail--hoping to keep me and place--and got kicked in the head. All I got to see was the green and orange leg. However, I knew from inspections of the three nin prior to this particular scene whom it was. That was three times now the bobbed-boy had saved me.
The bandit's hand fell limp to his side and, with a face that looked stricken, he joined his companions lying still on the forest floor.
I stared for a minute before looking up at the three ninjas, scratched up far worse than I, and panting, if only slightly.
"Arigato..." was all I could manage to say right then, and the tiniest trace of a smile flickered across my face.
a/n so how did you like? I'm working on the fourth chapter of this while I'm uploading all new stories and stuff. think of it as a Christmas gift for fanfiction. oh yeah, because my stories are that good, I know. just kidding. They're good, I'm sure, but I know I've read better. I'm young yet. I have plenty of time to improve my writing skills. my english teacher wans't expecting someone to be as good as writing as I am, at our age level, actually. But I'm bragging and yammering...thanks ever so much (ha ha) for reading!!!
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