This fanfiction will be a series of one-shots based around a character I have been thinking about for a while. I will be pairing him with a number of different Naruto Characters male and female and, of course, I don t own Naruto or any of its characters.
Chapter One The Wires He's Bound By.
*?* P.O.V.
I walk into the classroom and as soon as I do, I feel hundreds of eyes on me. That doesn't help my self-esteem much. I keep my face from showing emotion. I won't give them a reason to bully me, nope, not happening. I look to the teacher hoping he would introduce so I wouldn't have to do so myself.
"Class this is our new student! He s joining late because he was recently transferred here from another village. Would you like to introduce yourself?"
No, no I would not. I don't say that though. I take a large breath and swallow the lump in my throat before turning to the class.
"My name is Kaiaen (Kai-ay-en), but you can call me Kai or whatever you think suits. I honestly can't say I like much other than music, however I don't much dislike anything either. My hobbies I would much rather keep private and I don't have any big fancy dream either," I say in what I hope is a calm voice, I can't appear weak here. I doubt I have done anything harder than saying those words. I've always known everyone around me until recently, it's un-nerving to not know everyone's quirks and traits. I like to observe people. I know more about my classmates than I ever let on. Here it's an entirely other story. I know nothing about anyone and I hate it.
"Any questions class?" Damn! I was hoping, so desperately to get by without questions, I hate being asked questions. I hate it when people delve into your personal life and try to find out things about you, if they can't tell be watching you when you see them, they shouldn't know at all. It's simple. When people ask questions they get into things they shouldn't, simple. Whilst I know that the questions asked will be trivial, it doesn't mean I like it anymore. These are my thoughts and I've long since come to terms with them myself, but that doesn't mean I can escape these wires. These wires My mother gave me with intents and purposes all being good, however when she left, they began begging me for blood. Odd, I know. My wires grow, they are never-ending. If they don't receive blood, they'll die off, disappear. Demonic wires. They are made from the remains of a demon and it lives on in them. If I don't give them blood, they'll take it. From me. Yet I refuse to loose these wires. They are all I have of my mother. These are my secrets, the reasons I fear questions.
"What kind of girls do you like?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"What s your favourite colour?"
"DO YOU LIKE RAMEN? BELIEVE IT!"
"How old are you?"
And that is the end of the introduction to this fanfiction. Please review and tell me how I could improve this story, it would be greatly appreciated.
