Darkness was all around me. The smell of blood was pungent, overpowering. To others though, it would smell the same. The light would be there to greet them as it always did. Part of me wondered if it would, or had ever greeted me. I took another step forward toward the training grounds of The Hidden Leaf Village.
The horrors of a Hidden Village were as numerous as the stars in the sky, I think. I have been told there are many. If anyone took the time to dig, look past the fake smiles, the distracting laughter, the seemingly innocent villagers and civilians they would find tears. Tears and blood. Caked and dried to a point were nothing could remove it. Nothing could remove it from the pale skin that hid behind mast. Mask of ANBU, Mask of emotion. Nothing could remove it from the lips of a daughter, who had just wandered to close to the fire. Nothing could remove it from the children trained to think like a monster, and beast, a merciless machine from day one, but obviously not ready for it.
It. The battle, the war, the evil of 'bad guys'. They were naïve, everyone was. There is no such thing as a 'good guy', or a 'bad guy'. No, there were only people who fought the hardest. Who fought for their survival and realized they couldn't trust anyone. And fools. Bumbling, naïve fools who thought they could.
No one is here to help you, I learned that a long time ago.
My name is what many ask for. Something to call me, something to label me as. I had one, long ago. Before I forgot it. No. Before it was beaten out of me. Before I became a ghost that wandered the streets, looking for something. Something to eat. Something to drink. Something to hold me. Something to hug me back.
Even my days of wishing for companionship are over. I realized how cruel it was, to wish for someone to experience my pain so they could tell me that yes, it did suck.
I didn't need the companionship anymore. Because I know that yes, it does suck, and I learned that all on my own.
I bet you still wonder about me. Why doesn't the sun greet you, why do you smell blood while others don't? I'm blind. Not only was my name along with the shit kicked out of me, but my eyes were as well.
Who does such terrible things to a child? You ask, but you know. Everyone willing to live in a world of ninja and hidden evil. Every ninja could, almost every civilian could, and even few children could.
The blood? A training field, as I mentioned before, was my destination. If this doesn't calm your racing mind that was once filled with questions, then you must be a 'good guy'. A naïve fool who thought training fields were for dancing around and playing ninja.
They aren't. They are for training on how to kill, blood must have been drawn during every one of the matches had on this field.
If you are extremely clever, you would have realized you still had a question. Why do you smell the blood that passes over other's heads? As I said before, I am blind. My sense of smell and hearing intensified after my loss, to keep me alive in a cruel world.
Where am I now? Not just my location, my status I am a citizen. The precious civilian ninja worked so honorably to protect.
Honorably, sure.
Now you wonder, why? Why are you going to a training field oh weak and blind citizen?
For my brother. No, not my real brother. My real brother died eight years ago, during one of father's fits.
Oh, you realize. It was your father. He blinded you. He made you think this world was so cruel.
Yes, he did. He is gone now.
The brother I am journeying to isn't even legally related to me. He was a chosen brother. Someone I think is the only good left in the world. Can you believe he is an Uchiha?
A clan of assholes and douchebags is the home to the last good I know of. None the less, I go.
The smell of blood is stronger now, it would have made me thrown up when I was younger, but now I can handle it.
They must have been training.
"Uchiha-San. I request your presence." My voice is slow. I drawl out my words in an uncaring, cold voice. I can hear heads turn towards me.
"Oh! Ayumu, didn't know you'd be here. What's up?" Ayumu, that's my name. The name I chose for the life on the streets. Meaning 'dream' or 'vision'. Ironic considering that's all I can do now.
"Obito-Kun, who is your friend?" Obito, the only good I can seem to find, not like I can go looking for anymore though.
"Ah? Oh, that's Ayumu. She works at that Bakery." The bakery. The only thing I can do well enough to make money from.
"She is wasting our time, Minato-Sensei." I turned my head slowly towards the boy who had just spoke. He smells like dogs, and Obito's blood. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Uchiha-San. Why is your blood on him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I knew why, they had just sparred. Just trained to kill the innocence of so many. Just trained to spill blood, to paint the ground in a substance so red.
"We just sparred, don't worry about it. Whatcha' need?" Obito obviously didn't think I knew about their training. The fact that he got the shit beat out of him every time he sparred. I obviously never corrected him. I reached out a hand, with a piece of paper rested inside.
"I need these." I owner of the Bakery had sent me out to get supplies with a list, that I couldn't read.
"Oh!" Obito grabbed the list.
"Alright, he needs dough, 10 pounds of it. Some flour, 3 of them. A new rolling pin, make sure it's extra-large. And…um." I looked at him, well my head turned in his direction, upon hearing his stopping.
"Yes, Uchiha-San." I drawled out.
"Idiot." I heard the boy who smelled of dogs grab the paper. "It says get a medium sized board for the new advertisement." I nodded slowly. I could get those from a corner store, easily half prized if I bat my nonexistent eyes a bit.
I held out my hand. The boy put it back in my hand. I turned to leave.
"Was that all? Idiot's friend is a bigger idiot. Can't even read." I stopped.
"Ayumu. He didn't mean it, he didn't know, j-just keep walking." Obito reasoned with me. I chuckled, a dark sound. I turned around and walked up to the boy who hadn't moved, he had no reason to fear me after all.
I was face to face with the boy. My hair, an unknown color, was short. Shorter than most, short like a boys, but my bangs covered my eyes.
My hand reached up.
"Ayumu, come on. He didn't know." Obito, a good soul, even to those who kicked him down.
My hand pushed up my bangs and I opened my eyes. The sun still didn't greet me.
I heard gasp, female. A gulp, Obito. A sigh, the man, Minato. And silence, the boy, but his breathing had quickened.
"Sorry, it got harder to read after my eyes were gorged out, but don't worry. I'll get right on learning to make your life easier, douche." My voice still slow, but sarcastic. My hand released my bangs.
No one stopped me as I turned. No one stopped me as I walked away.
This world. In this world I had just helped them. They got to see the horrors that awaited them even quicker.
I wonder, which alley will I inhabit tonight?
I wonder, who will I pickpocket tonight?
I wonder, when will I die?
I wonder, to who will I die?
I wonder, will they make it fast?
I wonder, will they feel pity?
I wonder, who will miss me?
I wonder, will anyone?
So that was that. Just a One-Shot, unless someone would like me to continue. If you would just comment and I'll consider it. I do have a story right now, it is not nearly as dark, but will head there a small bit.
If you like my random One-Shots comment, and I may do some more. Maybe one with a ninja form Grass, which gives me an idea. If you would like to hear it, just say. Oh and
I DON'T OWN NARUTO. OR THE COVER PICTURES, THUGH I DID MAKE IT MYSELF. BUT I DO OWN MY OC. DON'T TAKE HER WIHOUT ASKING.
Thanks boo
-Kiki(Meow)
