Beneath
Hey guys, I'm back! I'll try to keep the apologies brief, but otherwise, I'm sorry my uploads aren't as consistent as some of you may like or that the chapters are not as long as you prefer, but I'm trying my best to get this reading material out to you guys because between my cases of writer's block and all of my schoolwork, it's proving to be damn near impossible. It's also taken me so long to get this out because all these new ideas I have. Now, onto the subject of Birth of the Immortal. I'm having... trouble deciding where to start out the story. I don't want to begin the original timeline too early because I wanna get the ball rolling on the story, but I also don't want to start too late because I don't want to miss some pretty big events like Naruto and Sasuke's battle at the waterfall, Orochimaru's encounter in the Forest of Death, and the emotional run through in the Hidden Mist with Zabuza and Haku. If you guys know any way to go about this without simply going over those events and where to kick off the story, please, let me know whether it be through a review for this story or by sending me a pm. I hope you all enjoy this, regardless of how short it may be. Now, without further adieu, I present Beneath!
Childish
"Every person you meet knows something you don't; learn from them."
~H. Jackson Brown.
He lay, helpless as she stood over him, shoulder-length locks of light brown cascading over her face as she stared down at him, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a smile, childish lips parted to show a row of unnaturally sharpened teeth. Soulless black eyes peered into his grey orbs, twinkling with glee as she watched him squirm under her gaze. She bent down over him and pushed a delicate hand through his spiky scarlet mane, each of her movements proving to be more erratic than the last. "I won't ask you now, because you don't know… but you will soon." Her cryptic wording danced in his ears and around in his head, his brain acquiring a slight migraine from trying to decipher them. She giggled, the almost angelic sound bouncing off of the pitch black walls surrounding them.
And in an instant, everything went to hell.
Her eyes narrowed as the entirety of them became a deep, bloody red, her pupils becoming dark onyx vertical slits. Her hair grew rapidly and fell to her ankles in a waterfall of straight black strands. Her lips split, burning up and allowing him to see her smile. It was as if she'd taken a knife and carved a smile out of her face, the terrifying facial expression stretching from ear to ear. He tried to speak, to move; to do anything really, but he found himself in an out of body experience. He felt everything, heard everything, and saw everything, but he couldn't act, react, or really play a part in this situation at all. "We will meet again, so you must remember my name." He stared helplessly at the demonic visage plastered before him.
"I am Chara."
(Underground)
Toriel Dreemurr smiled, leaning the broom up against the wall as she admired the result of her hard work, looking her yard up and down, watching as the unnatural light of the Underground shone upon her front yard, making it sparkle due to its lack of dust and grime. Like all of the other beings that dwelled within this place, she was a monster, banished to the depths of the earth after the war with the humans. At one time, they were friends; monsters and humans, but then, something happened and a war broke out. It saddened her to think back to when the humans attacked her and her kind and even moreso when she realized that she couldn't remember what they fought over. She just couldn't-
BOOOOM!
Toriel physically jumped in place, her soul damn near shaking her body off like an itchy coat. Her eyes grew wide as she stared ahead, sweat pouring out from her forehead as her mind ran through every possibility of what could've caused that noise. It sounded as though it came from outside the ruins so the noise couldn't have come from him. Quickly, she locked the door to her house and after evading the twisted tree in her yard, she ran out toward the entrance of the Underground, determination filling her entirety.
(Entrance)
"Oooh…
Uzumaki Nakaru sat up slowly, bringing a hand up to his head and gently rubbing the newly formed lump throbbing from under his spiky scarlet hair. His favorite black tee hung loosely from his shoulders in tatters, the fabric seemingly nothing more than scavenged rags. His pants were ripped and singed at the knees, leaving the scratched and bloodied flesh uncovered, available for the world to see. His left arm was naught but a bloody mess. The limb was ripped off at the elbow; the flesh and muscle tissue were in such a poor and unheveled state that it seemed as though it were run through a meat grinder.
The long hooded cloak he wore wrapped around him comfortably, the only problem with it being that the hemline by his ankles was ripped and singed, not unlike that of his pants. He stood slowly, holding his head in a vain attempt to drive his migraine and feeling of dizziness away. Finally clearing his mental altercations, he looked down, watching in disdain as bone marrow and thick globs of his crimson essence dripped and splattered atop the golden flowers that apparently broke his fall scattered about at his feet. He then took on a somber expression as he watched his hemoglobin mix with the patch of nature, causing the flowers to wilt and subsequently die.
"Hehehe…"
It started out small, he thought as he limped over to an archway, and then it jumped an octave, progressively getting louder still.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Suddenly as he came into a clearing, it stopped. In the middle of the clearing, sat a flower, bathing in a ray of sunshine falling through the surface. The sunflower-like plant smiled at him, it's body bobbing from side to side, happily. What the…? He approached it carefully; cautiously limping forward as he struggled to see out of one of his swollen eyes. "Hello friend!" Due to his sudden stop at the supposedly inanimate object his legs gave out and he fell to his knees, a sharp cry leaping from his diaphragm as the pebbles and dirt slipped into his scratches and bloody gashes. "Hi there! My name's Flow-oh! Are you okay friend? You don't look so well." The flower looked at him concerned, eyebrows furrowing as it leaned in closer toward him. The redhead coughed up a glob of blood, the scarlet liquid splattering across the floor before him. "That's right." His hearing became inconsistent, his eardrums catching bits and pieces of the plant's speech. "Sleeeeep~... He fell unto the ground, spitting out another glob of crimson on his way down.
"AND NEVER WAKE UP!"
His heart slowed due to his fatigue and blood loss and soon his eyes drifted shut and Uzumaki Nakaru allowed blissful unconsciousness to overtake him.
