Editor's note; Hello! And thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my first story on this site. Just to let you know this is a Naruto based story based off the early Shippudden. For now, it's in third person. Unfortunately, I'm not writing this like a fanfiction, more of a novel. So therefore, it will actually take until the seventh or eight chapter to let you to get to know the OC main character.
Ah, and this is a bit of a love story as well. I'm still debating who with, but as of now, she's a lover to nearly everyone...You'll see.
Please enjoy! I know the first chapter's short, but I'll be posting multiple one's at once, so patience my dear Ducky.
Teeth clenching, eyes closing; the tremors of her body wracking the stranger like a rag doll to the point of a near seizure. Repeatedly pale hands found the ground, slapping it in some desperate source to rid her body of the pain. Throat constricting, eyes fully dialated she writhed beneath the rain, quite unfiltered by the flimsy branches of the upward branches. Night or day, the clouds proved themselves of their ominous intentions, the thunder quite in time with her pounding fists. Inverting into a fetal position, everything about the lone figure shook, even her own vision wasn't steady. Can't remember, can't remember…
Any sort of thought was cut short as her body forced frame upward with a jolt only to empty the contents of her stomach onto the wooded area's bumpy ground. Her insides heaved again but no sense of sustenance could be relieved, the acid was emptied from her belly, but still; her full lips gasped for air, repeatedly trying to force it down her incredibly raw throat. A whimper, first, as the thing attempted to move her drenched hair from the strained features, the rest of the strands cast down her back to cover her unprotected form. This time, upon another lurch at the ground her lips parted in a perfect sign of defiance, of threat, and a deafening scream would thunder over the rain, emitting from her for just as long as it took to take everything out of her that hadn't been released. Like a baby, her sobs were now what rocked her writhing form, the mud and little trails of blood from her struggle to beat against the forest floor, stained her fair skin. Orifice down turned in a ghastly frown on such a pretty face the thunder continued it's shaking of the ground, the rain being her only source of calm in the deepest sense of turbulence.
Every human wished to scream like that sometimes, to simply let it out. But by some previously programmed sense of modesty, very few of us ever had. To bawl in such a way made the nearly full grown woman appear childless, with a lack of a filter that made her position questionable in the world that human kind knew today. When the piercing sound had run it's course, the form was limp, given up against the inevitable exhaustion. There was no silence in her slumber, no calm in her lifeless appearance.