A Shinigami's servant
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Prolog
"Hello, this is Mizuki Takano, reporting live from the scene of accident. Today at around 16: 25 three cars crashed. The condition of four of the teenagers involved in the accident is still critical and the paramedics fear that one of them might not survive the night at the hospital.
So far, two corpses were recovered from the car wrecks. Their identities of the male bodies were already confirmed by the police as Sasuke U. (17) and Suigetsu H (17).
So far, the cause of the accident is unknown.
You'll be informed once more information is available.
This was Mizuki Takano for you, reporting live from the scene of the accident. Have a nice day."
"Thank you, Miss Takano.
And now moving on to the weather. It's a beautiful day, it's warm outside and the sky is cloudless! The perfect weather to make a trip to Konoha Bay, don't you think so? Just don't drive there, okay?"
"This is Mizuki Takano with a special announcement. We were just informed that the paramedics' fear concerning the condition of one of the victims from yesterday's car crash was confirmed. His wounds reopened while no one was around and he bled to death. All resuscitation attempts came too late for Naruto U. (16).With that, the death count rose up to three people. The police are now investigating against the hospital."
"That sounds terrible! Is known yet what caused the accident?"
"It seems like the brakes of one of the cars failed when its driver tried to stop their vehicle and crashed into another car. The driver behind them couldn't hit the brakes in time and thus drove into the wreckages."
"What about the survivors?"
"That's the good news. The doctors announced that their lives are now out of danger and that none of their injuries will remain. It almost seems like a miracle! They'll be able to leave the hospital and continue their lives without any physical handicaps."
"Indeed, a miracle! Especially after what happened to the unfortunate others.
After this incident, discussions flared up again about whether or not teenagers should be allowed to drive..."
The white and the light blinded her, everything was too bright, and so she had to close her eyes once again.
When she tried to reopen them, she shielded them from the light with her arms and slowly raised her head from the pillow.
Someone gasped, a shadow fell over her and her head was gently pressed down again. The shadow said something about her having a head injury, she shouldn't move it. It couldn't be that bad, she tried to argue, but the shadow, a doctor of course, wouldn't listen and left the room again. The sound of the door closing intensified the dull ache in her head and she wondered if he had done that on purpose.
By now, her eyes had adjusted to the too bright environment and she blinked away a tear in her eye. Her forearms were covered with bruises and small cuts, she realized, and carefully pressed down on one of the blue-purple monstrosities. As predicted, it sent a small wave of pain through her arm. She wasn't a masochist, it was to shake off the strange, inappropriate sleepiness. They probably numbed her with painkillers.
It didn't work, but she didn't really have the time to wait, she'd already lost enough time lying motionless in her hospital bed, reliving the experience and crying and trying to clear her head.
Her eyes searched the room for anything helpful and the corners of her lips lifted as she spotted the small TV. At least, she believed the rectangular box to be one. Her glasses had been shattered and someone had probably already disposed of them, and without them, her sight was too blurry to be completely sure. The drugs in her system didn't help.
From an earlier hospital experience, she knew that there was a remote somewhere. The question was, where?
Standing up and looking for it was not an option.
A small clicking noise betrayed someone approaching and a few seconds later, the door was ripped open by two blurry figures. One of them had dark pink hair and immediately rushed to her side, so the girl knew that this was her mother soaking her blankets.
The other figure pulled her away and the sobs, previously muffled by the fabric, grew louder.
"Karin, Karin my dear! I-I...! I was-was so—worried! I should—n't have l-let you go th—there!"
Karin frowned slightly. Her mother was only in the room for what, a minute, and already blamed it all on herself again?
"Your daughter is still recovering, so please keep it down", the doctor scolded and finally, the noise subsided.
"I'm just happy that—that you survived..."
The woman straightened up and her daughter knew that she was brushing her hair behind her ear to make a professional impression. That was the last thing she saw, before sleep claimed her again.
A week later, Karin felt physically a lot better, but she was still dying inside. Everyone was keeping information from her. For her sake, they said. A policeman had asked her what had happened and she'd told him what he needed, hoping for answers as some sort of reward for her help, but her questions went ignored. She was sure she could take the information, no matter what had happened. Nothing could be worse than this. She could take it.
A new pair of glasses was resting on the bridge of her nose, the pain in her head was reduced nothing more than a small nuisance and as long as she didn't move her body, she could almost pretend she was fine.
Her mother visited again and stood next to her bed, looking down on her with that expression that Karin hated. It was this pitying expression, an expression she would have to become accustomed to.
"Dear, let it rest for now. You're okay, and that's all that matters right now" the red-haired woman tried to sooth her, but she wouldn't stop asking.
"Mom, I need to know! I can't just pretend it didn't happen, unlike you!"
"Don't you maybe want to talk to the therapist? You know, you can always talk to-"
Karin took a deep breath and ignored the stabbing pain in her chest that it caused and cut her off. "I don't want to talk to some f*cking therapist! I'm fine. Tell me at least who is involved!"
A sigh. Her mother gave up. Admitting defeat. She pulled out something from her oh so expensive bag and handed it over.
It turned out to be a magazine from a day after the accident. Repressing the memories that threatened to resurface as she read the headline, she quickly read the article, absorbing as much information as her brain allowed.
By the end of it, everything went black.
In another room in the hospital, a girl the same age as Karin that went by the name Sakura Haruno wasn't doing any better. And also Hinata Hyuga lay on her bed, crying her heart out.
The three of them had escaped the clutches of death just barely, but right now, they wished they were dead.
I really, really, really need to write it down! This prologue hasn't revealed that much yet, but it'll get better in the next chapter.
This story is based on a really freaky dream I had, and since in this dream the people involved were Naruto-characters, my head planned the whole story with their personalities, meaning it didn't work out when I tried to write it with my own characters. Maybe one day, when my writing skills have improved and everything, I will write a story like that with my own characters. The plot will be different of course, but the main idea will remain.
For now, this will probably be my priority, so I could promise the first real chapter to come out soon...
Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of this so far and if I made any grave mistakes!