H-A-K
I-M-O
S-A-H
A-Y-A
E-A-K
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Prologue-
A Desolate Land
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Sora heard the Gumi ships engines slowly fade to a rest behind him as he surveyed the land around him. It was certainly not a very hospitable place.
The only people, and, frankly, the only signs that this wasteland of a place was inhabited at all, other then the occasional shrubbery, were three girls, walking together in a vain attempt to get some sort of shelter from the wind.
Their appearance was far from impressive. All seemed to be in an extreme want of food, not to mention sleep, and to be wearing ill fitting, dirty, and all together worn down clothes.
The shortest of the three struggled to keep her excessively long black hair from stabbing her in her already puffy red eyes. For a moment, she seemed to notice him, and motioned to the other two to his direction. She started to whisper something to the other two, but the wind blew her hair straight into her mouth, and she started to choke.
The one standing to the right of her started to pat the dark haired one on the back, yet did not seem to be making any progress on dislodging the stray hair from her companions throat, as every motion that she made carried with it a strange amount of fatigue with it, her slight pale blue eyes weary, almost empty. Her wavy brown hair was obviously giving her problems too,
The tallest, somewhat lanky and more then slightly frail looking one of the bunch seemed to catch what the dark haird one was trying to say, and pointed at something behind Sora. She said something, although Sora was to far away to hear exactly what. They started walking toward him, and he quickly averted his eyes. They walked past him without saying anything, and he didn't perticularyly want to know what the inhabitants of this wasteland were like.
He sared up at the thirsty blue sky, when suddenly, a strange noise enveloped him.
It sounded… almost like running engines.
He jerked his head around, shocked to find his ship taking off without him, and the three girls nowhere in sight.
He ran after them, but they and the ship were long gone, leaving him in the wretched wasteland that was Wyoming.
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AN: I was sort of annoyed with all of the OCs that were all described as being perfect looking, despite the fact that they just got out of a battle, and can be lost for several days without seeming the least bit malnourished. I'm going to try to keep these OCs at least somewhat realistic in that sense. If I ever start making mistakes, especially regarding Naruto Canon, I would appreciate some constructive criticism. And by constructive criticism, I do NOT mean flames.
I think that I may set the story in the filler ark- less pressure that way.
Please R&R peoples, and I'll return the favor!