By the way, before I begin, I'd like to notify you all that this is the revised version of Past Friend, New Love. I know, I feel like crap for deleted it when I had so many reviews, and I love you all who read it!! Sadly, I don't think that you all will find this FanFiction again... But it made me happy you ever reviewed. Anyways, here's the summary, and the excerpt will be below that. I'm finally taking my writing seriously, so I want at least some criticism, please.
Summary:
They met when they were still small, the friendship seemingly impossible. She was a respected Shizumasu clan member; he was a feared Jinchūriki. But, as it so happened, during the same year she was becoming friends with him, her clan rejected her, outcasting her from her family, and even her friends. He was the only one to stay by her side. The only one that could. And eventually, the wounds healed, and they became closer. But even after all this time neither of them knew about the others secrets.
By the way, The summary is above. If you don't read it, it's your loss.
Pain...That was the only thought that crossed her mind at that moment. Fierce, unstoppable, unbearable pain. What had she done to deserve this kind of torture? Had she done something to piss off God? She tried to curl into herself, but found she hadn't even the strength to do that much. She had lost too much blood. Her head was throbbing, and her vision blurring, but even through that she could still feel the consciousness slipping away from her grasp. Now was one of the only times that she had ever truly wished she had been dead.
Not necessarily not the first.
She was laid out on her stomach, head faced to the side, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes in defeat, curling her fingers around the dagger that was in her hands. A bloodied, crimson covered dagger; the one that had penetrated her very own skin.
Damn them, and their beliefs, she thought to herself, squeezing the hilt in her hand. But it just caused her more pain.
She had known this day would come. The day of pain; the day of suffering; the day of death. But even knowing all of that, she had been so selfish to think that she would be allowed at least a piece of happiness before the horrible nightmare was over. She was wrong to think that just because she had escaped her bound life of isolation, she was allowed the freedoms of other people. She was wrong. That's what they told her; and had always told her. She was just a useless play thing to them.
She cursed again, this time aloud, but regretting that she had done so immeadiatly. They would come if they heard her. They would come and bring the burden of their ancestors and sins. She was the one to pay. She was their sacrifice.
And as she could hear their footsteps nearing the room, she prayed that someone, anyone, would come to find her. She reached out with her mind, focusing her chakra into one final attempt at calling for help. Something that he would be able to hear. But she was spent, and wasn't able to finish the jutsu before the door slid open. And in that moment, she knew it was too late.
Did I leave you hanging? Hope so, because that part doesn't even come up for a while. One of the most interesting parts, actually. Anyways, I hope you liked it, and I'm looking forward to reviews and such from you guys! Love ya all!
Sami
Disclaimer: All characters (Except Terra) are owned by Masashi Kishimoto.