A hundred beautiful flowers
Summary: When Edward told Bella that he didn't love her any more he thought it was for the best. He never thought that she would die because of it. The next time they met they didn't even recognize each other…maybe it was because of the headband covering her eyes…
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Notes: Ever since I've read the first book and part of the second I have not been able to get Twilight out of my head and have read many fan fics about it, mostly crossovers, but still with the Twilight characters in it. I figured I'll take a crack at it, since everyone else already has. I stopped reading at the part where Edward told Bella that he was breaking up with her at the New Moon, so that's where this fan fic will begin...Well; chronologically speaking it'll begin there anyway.
Warnings: Violence, or at the very least the allusion of violence. A lot of people die here. Oh, and the fact that Bella will actually be able to kick ass might also be a warning all of its own, especially when you read about how she does it. By the way, there's also the little fact that my Bella will become an emotionless void that will make the Bella in New Moon right after Edward broke up with her look like a cuddly little puppy and will probably scare the shit out of Jasper and Edward.
Prologue
Death and destruction and Momoka
My name…is nothing. I have no name. I am an orphan of two traveling merchants that were killed by a group of bandits that they were unlucky enough to be targeted by. However, ever since I came to Konoha I had the code name 百花, which is written in your language as Momoka, and can be transliterated as 'hundred flower'.
It has become my mark, because my substitution jutsu is always of me being engulfed by a giant rose, and the rose birthmark on my stomach that I've had ever since I was born. My trademark jutsu is The Death Blossoms Jutsu, in which a hundred flowers will materialize from thin air, circle my opponent, then the petals will 'wilt', and fly around them, while they do nothing but marvel at the beauty, the beauty that kills them. It is one of the most dangerous genjutsu to cast, not only because of the chakra needed to cast and maintain it, but if you make one wrong move they will know that it is an illusion, break it, and you leave yourself vulnerable from the loss of chakra, and may die.
When I had left Konoha I knew that I would still kill. It was in my blood, and in all the blood I spilt on these dirty hands and the land. It was all that I knew to do. Other kuniochi learned how to seduce the target into giving the information freely with a bit of sake and some bedroom activities to help their tongue to loosen, I learned how to rip out a beating heart from my still living target before I even learned to walk. Some people would blanch at that last sentence and murmur supposedly comforting words to me, trying and hopelessly failing to console me.
You can only console those who have feelings.
I am from the Root division of ANBU, the secret and virtually unknown section of the elite force of Konoha, I was taught to kill with no mercy or remorse before my feet could even take a step forward without pitching face first on the dirt. I was told that feelings, all feelings are a weakness that I must never have them, that should I ever feel any I should bury them, deep inside and never acknowledge their existence. Only a weak shinobi feels and a real shinobi knows that they are nothing but a tool and tools do not have a soul, does not feel pain, sadness, fear or hurt. And all shinobi and kunoichi under his rule are nothing but his tools, tools that he can and will use as he wishes, and for me to ever think of myself otherwise is foolish, naïve and just plain stupid, and the speaker and I both knew that I was not any of these.
This was my life philosophy, and I had never questioned it, not until I left Konoha.
I had left Konoha with Neko-sempai's team, we were one of the few ANBU team he had trusted enough to send on a mission to apprehend and eliminate the Uchiha threat, to kill the last surviving carrier of the accursed Sharingan bloodline. He knew that we were nothing like the Kyuubi boy, if we did meet the Uchiha we would not be so lenient on him, after all, the mission objectives are kill on sight.
ANBU are nothing if not…hmm, what is the saying…ah yes, 'by the book'.
Cho-sempai (his so-called friends would know him as 'Sai') may have been seduced by Kyuubi boy's way of thinking, but I shall never be so feeble…or at least…I thought I would never be.
The Uchiha had defeated us with humiliating ease, like we were no stronger than an Academy Student and not the ANBU we truly are. When he opened his eyes, it was red with the black spinning tomoes and I knew then that I was to die.
You can imagine my caution when the next that I had awakened I was on a bed in a room with the annoyingly clean scent of antiseptic wafting around the room. My eyes were open, and I knew that no one had been able to take off my hitai-ate because my sight was still dark. I surveyed my surroundings as best as I could. There were sounds of many footsteps, going left and right and up and down in a rush and strange beeping noises that I wasn't familiar with, but it was when two almost silent footsteps came close to my door communicating in a language I didn't understand did I finally see that I wasn't in the Konoha hospital, or any where close to Fire Country.
I did know however that if any of the enemy nin tried to kidnap me or kill me I will go down fighting, no matter what it takes.
What I didn't foresee however was the two bishounen that did walk into my room.
Who had ultimately shown me the error of my ways and had given me a refresher course on seeing beneath the underneath.
I just wished that they had never made me feel again.
I was, if not happy, content in my unemotional stupor.
Having emotions again is far too troublesome.