Chasing the Sun
yo! so originally this was my second Naruto fanfic I wrote...hehe I guess now it's going to be my first...cuz I ended up disliking the first one..too...wierd... yeah so this story takes placec 2 years from the main arc..so everyone's around 17-18, and it has a lot of OC-ish characters...but you'll see, originally I meant this chapter to have around 8 parts...but since that way I couldn't finish chapter 1... I just decided to cut each part to one..so sorry for its shortness...
much luv
liz
Chapter one- Predator and the Prey
The wind blew softly among the forest floor gently waking the autumn leaves that swayed and moved with the low breeze. The sun, which had traveled ever so slowly from its position in the east to its current position at the center of the sky, burned warmly as the first signs of the afternoon began to set in. It was still plenty warm however in the shade of the forest below. A silence began to settle in a small clearing after the breeze had stopped humming and subsided into a soft caress. There were no birds chirping their afternoon greetings, there were no foxes or wolves expertly stalking their prey, there were no rabbits or squirrels alerting their companions of coming danger. In fact there was an absence of ants and other insects scurrying along on their business. There was nothing. Nothing but Silence. The silence was not disturbing however. It was strangely beautiful if it could be described as such. Pure Silence, Absolute silence. A golden light streamed down from the high sun and came down, filtered by the autumn trees with yellowing leaves into a brilliant honey toned midst, the silence only helped to accentuate the beauty of the late September day.
Another small gust of wind breezed through the bottom of the forest floor gently breaking the silence as it flew softly above and against the leaves that had accumulated there as they began to fall off the high tops of the surrounding trees. The breezed danced with them, it prodded them softly together gently pushed them into the sky and engaged in a slow rhythmic dance with the fluttering leaves. Softly they floated upward. Softly still. There danced dipped up and down soaring and flying through the vast open space. The Wind grew impatient. It demanded more. It thrusted the leaves faster, and pushed the leaves faster. It poked it prodded; it pushed them, faster, and faster still. Ignoring the fact that still and wonderful peace was broken now into a rancorous and roaring tumult of the ripping wind. The wind howled its protest against its violent speed, the leaves disappeared into a pointed blur, and whizzed past in a low hum, thrashed without a choice into the great wind.
Suddenly, abruptly, without an explanation.
It stopped
The Wind has lost interest, or had overexerted itself enough that it had collapse, what ever the case the weary leaves fainted and floated gently down to the ground with a minimal opposition from the exhausted breeze. There was no gentle peace anymore. The disarray of the harsh wind was apparent and a sudden chill gripped its place, seeping sinisterly into the now cold ground.
There was a new entity in the midst of the devastation. In the middle of the discord a dark figure crouched low to the ground as if paying homage to the devastation that had occurred in its wake, slowly it began to rise as if coming from a darken void. The folds of a dark coat shrouding the figure billowed softly, threateningly down as if they had not dared to oppose the silent will of their master. Red and white calmly strode out of the back displaying a striking cloud pattern that the cloak had tried to hide. Dark hair silently disengaged itself from the remainder of the body falling swiftly, in uniform, a small portion breaking apart to fall in first the front of the figure's pale head. A hand detached from the black and red mass and reached inside to retrieve something…a pointed woven straw hat, which it then proceeded to situate on top of the head, covering the rest of the person's concealed face. There was something different about this person, something almost inhumane. The coat had long since stopped moving and clung to the figure's body revealing many sharp angles as well as less noticeable softer ones that curved slowly and gently faded. The wind blew softly against the face daring to sway the hair at the edge revealing the elegant curves of the neck and jaw along with soft fully formed lips, all distinctly female. She stood there motionless listening to the surrounding environment caring little for the sudden disturbance she had caused she waited.
It wasn't long until she heard what she was looking for; shouts were being carried on the drifting breeze and the cold forest floor. At first an indistinguishable babble of voices, soft like the bubbling of the stream a short distance away, growing louder faintly, that any ordinary person would not realize the change in volume until it was fairly close by. Silently she listened to the their sounds analyzing it in the stillness of the forest, then her lips broke into a frightening but beautiful smile, mesmerizing yet terrifying. She broke her stance and with slow fluid icy movements strode into the darkening forest leaving only the quivering and shivering leaves to cower behind in the echo of her resounding cold presence.