Now this is only my second piece of writing on FanFiction. My first was quite a while ago haha. GOMEN-NASAI! *bows* This is just an excerpt of my new story I've been dying to write and publish here. I will have a character informational story up soon. So for now let your imagination think of what she looks like.
Please R&R i need some feed-back. I don't care if you flame in reviews but just know I'd prefer if you just PM'ed me. :)
~Azula out!
I read the first piece of literature I wrote in this odd language. The sounds much different from the ones of my own planet. This odd scripture of language I have grown so accustomed to, the one I learned to communicate with the girls with. The poem was one I wrote with multiple meanings, but forever having one true meaning. That meaning is one I shall never tell. If you read it enough it shall make sense. Even if the reasons are different from mine.
Me
They say she is lively.But she disagrees.
They say she is trustworthy.
But she lies.
They say she's fun to be around.
But she prefers to be alone.
They say she has a good sense of humor.
But her jokes mean more.
They say she is greatly loved.
But she doesn't feel that way.
They say she is a popular one.
But she's more of an introvert.
They say she is the other side of me.
And, for once, she agrees.
Memories rampage through my mind as I daze off thinking of the the exact day, moment, and time I wrote this. I felt my lips pull into a frown as I felt another presence.
A hand ghosted over my shoulder and I tensed. A gruff and raspy voice raided my ears. I was paying any mind to what that deep voice said; for it didn't matter to me. I was to engrossed within my own memories. Only when he tried to take the withered page from my hands did I react. I elbowed his chest and kicked him away from me.
Only when he landed did I notice whom I had just assaulted. I had caught a glimpse of what shouldn't exist. The cloak her wore was black and appeared to be made of soft fabric. I was tempted to touch it but reminded myself he was a stranger. The pitch black fabric had crimson red clouds on it.
Panic began to rise in my throat. That cloak. That horrid design. The one of which shouldn't become reality. One of it's bearers sat only a few feet away from me.
This cloak belonged to the Akatsuki. A fictional organization. My thoughts went to the safety of the girls. I planned out many scenarios in my head.
I knew almost everything about these eerily loveable fictional people. I had to find out whom it was, so at least I knew who I was up against.
I slowly looked up and two green iris-less orbs stared right back at me. His red sclera reminding me of the red clouds on his cloak. His Takigakure headband shone dimly in the light if the room.
I knew, from then on, life would different here on Earth.
