luvs2smooch: Hey there! Thanks 4 checking this out. I doubt there will be any…er…controversial material in here, and it will have some OOCness about so don't blame me. This is my first fic in a while, so don't be harsh.
I greatly appreciate constructive criticism, and it will be accepted with open arms.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, however much I may dream about it.
Summary: A boy from another land appears in Konoha and dies. When his former sqaudmates engage Squad 7, will anyone believe a tale of destruction, possibly woven by traitors? Rated T to be safe. Please R&R.
The bright tendrils of dawn battled the retreating darkness in the ninja village of Konoha. It was a cool morning in the middle of summer. A magnificent festival from the previous day had left a few drunks passed out against walls o the central road. Clinics all about the village would soon fill with boys who had become men in silly fights from the day before, defending their pride and titles.
And then, a boy. Young, around 13. He staggered through the towering village gate, leaving a dotted trail of scarlet behind him. He was hunched over in agony, his hair and clothes matted with blood. a few shuriken protruded from his back, and a ripped sleave showed a massive, deep cut on his right arm. Even his face showed signs of some recent battle, swollen and blue around the cheeks. He stumbled, nearly falling more than a few times, as far as he could, then collapsed in a bloodied heap. He solemnly thought to himself that he may never get up.
A nearby man laying in his own filth pointed and laughed, too drunk to realize that this boy needed medical attention. The boy promptly decided that if he did ever rise, he would demolish that fool firsthand. But it was not to be, as a small crowd gathered. It was moments, however, before a young woman's scream pierced the early morning air and a medical squad appeared on the scene.
The youth could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. As such, he felt not the otherwise addling medical procedures taking place, and realized he must have gone into shock. Shock could not, however, prevent the woman's screech from thoroughly echoing through his mind. The sad wail was joined by the sound of an organ. A church organ...His consinceness faded shortly thereafter.
Nurses and medics gathered, but the next day, the poor lad's photograph frontlined the local papers. It showed a boy with gray hair strung back into a ponytail, albeit for two long bangs that hung forward. His piercing green eyes were pried open and his clammy skin showed no signs of life. It was to great dismay that it was in the obituaries. He was to be honored at a ceremony in a few days time, along with so many other unidentified deaths.
The village would not learn of the late youth's foreign origin until several days later, when squad 7 made gain back into the village, escorting two stubborn prisoners of similar trait and accompanied by two rival Jonin.
But that, of course, is a tale for another chapter.
luvs2smooch: How was it?