A/N: Alright, before you completely indulge yourself in this story, this is not a yaoi story. If you're here for that, then turn around right now and go back to searching for what you want [even though I would prefer you gave my poor story a shot]. At this point in time, I'm not sure what this story will be love-interest-wise, but I'm headed toward Sasuke/OC/Naruto. I don't think there will be much of the Naruto part until the sequel to this series [which I have planned]. So, if you have some time to spare, please have mercy on my soul and read my story. I hope you enjoy it if you do. And thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I do not own the Linkin Park lyrics that influenced the title of this story and that I put into the description. The only thing in this story I own is the OC.
Robot Girl
Prologue
Each footstep crunching as he stepped into the blanket of snow, his gaze roamed over the charred remains of the small village. The inferno had only died out a short time ago because he could still see smoldering embers, flickering briefly before dying out. As he continued walking, the stench of burnt flesh wafted in the nighttime air, making his stomach churn the slightest bit. The scent grew weaker as he began nearing the edge of the village, making his way toward an open field. But when reaching the snow-covered field, his gaze landed on something. When squinting, the something turned into the form of a body.
When moving closer to the body, it grew smaller, into the form of a small child. Just before fully standing in front of the child, his foot hit something, and when his gaze moved down, he was staring into the face of a dead woman. Unlike the other bodies of the village, this woman had been killed by someone, not the fire that had swallowed up her fellow villagers.
Tearing his gaze away from the corpse beneath his feet, he stared up at the child, and he wasn't sure how, but his stomach churned more when staring at the girl. By the amount of snow piled on her head, shoulders, and entire body, he could only assume she had been here for hours—possibly a day or two. Her golden hair fell to the ground, so it most likely hadn't been cut in months. Her little arms were wrapped around her legs and her head rested on her knees. Something was on her cheeks, something that glinted in the moonlight, and when examining her closer, he saw that they were tears that had frozen because of the freezing temperatures. The only movement she made was her trembling. He noticed that her skin and lips were turning blue. If he didn't do something soon, she was going to die of hypothermia. It surprised him that she hadn't succumbed to it by now.
But what stood out about this small child was her eyes. Even when he stood before her, her deadened blue eyes never wavered from the dead body in front of him.
After a few moments of standing in front of this child, she finally turned to look up at him, her voice a mere whisper as she said, "Okaa-chan won't wake up." Reaching her shaking hand out, she tugged at the fabric of his pants. "Will you make her wake up, Shinobi-sama?"
"You're safe now." It was the only thing he could tell her before he ripped off his cloak, wrapping it around the child as he lifted her into his arms. "You're safe now." He repeated, pausing momentarily as her arms came tight around his neck, her chin digging into his shoulder.
When he began walking away, one of her arms moved from around his neck and from what she said next, he knew that she was waving her hand toward the dead woman on the ground. "Bye-bye, Okaa-chan…"
Hatake Kakashi would never forget what happened that night.
