The life of ninja is complex, demanding deft precision, strength, agility, surprise, knowledge, luck, and murderous intent. Many don't have what it takes, but some have all it takes.
At ten, Ookamitsuki Chiharu was just a child, as she walked down the cobblestone sidewalk of the water filled canals. She walked silently, all alone, down the paths, turning here and there, or jumping over the canals to get to other walkways. Towering above her wear all sorts of buildings in a shade of blue, green, gray, or any combination of the three to blend with the location of the village. Windows were open to let in the nice fall air, hanging plants spotting the walls and patios. Chiharu had long brown hair that waved as she walked. She wore baggy pants and shirt, showing her shyness, and was a little short for her age. She had a round chin, high cheek bones, and solid eyes of forest green. She was carrying native lilies she picked near the beach.
Gulping, she reached the last turn and looked up at her destination. They sign above the door read "Tsuki Hospital" Slowly; she walked in through the doors, walking past the reception desk with a nod, and went to the elevator. Pressing the button for the sixth floor, she looked down at the white and orange tiger lilies and discovered tears spotting the bouquet. Wiping her eyes, the elevator peeped, and she walked out. Within moments, she was in the room 659, and knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a faint a voice. Opening the door, Chiharu came in and said, "Good morning, mother."
A beautiful woman lay on the white sheets in the white small room. She had a heart-shaped face, with arched eyebrows over calm gray eyes. Her hair was a soft, light brown, making a wavy brown frame for her face. On the desk next to her were a sketch book, pencil, and several different flowers.
"How are you feeling?" Chiharu asked quietly, and sat on the chair hidden behind the desk.
Rising up, she kissed her daughter on the forehead. "I could be better," she smiled weakly, then sat back.
Looking down, Chiharu looked at her mothers sketch book, and sighed.
"I wish I could draw, just like you."
"We all have our own style, my flower," her mother replied, brushing her daughters nose, as Chiharu thrust her flowers; turning red.
So the conversation continued, and Chiharu's mother constantly getting worse, in mere minutes, she turned from pale to ashen, and soon started coughing harshly.
"MOTHER!!!" Chiharu screamed, and grabbed her right wrist, and started focusing chakra to certain points in her hand.
Her mother started coughing up blood.
Chiharu thrust her hand onto her mother's heart and released it in certain pressures and locations. The situation worsened.
"STOP!! STOP!!!!! STOP!! STOOOOPPPP!!!!!" she screamed.
Calls where in the hallway as doctors tried to get one another to understand the dilemma. Soon, her mother stopped, and Chiharu withdrew her hand, face pale and sweaty. Her mother opened her mouth and whispered,
"Your destiny has options, be careful what you choice."
"What???" Chiharu whispered, crying.
"Take my sketchbook, if you practice, you'll find your style. Remember it's yours alone. I wish for you to use it, to the last page..."
"But..." Chiharu stammered, backing into the wall, face pale and covered in free flowing tears.
"GO!!" Her mother demanded, with the same firm voice from so long ago.
Closing her tearing eyes, she grabbed the sketchbook and ran out, without looking back.
On the ground, there was a huge tremor, and Chiharu looked behind, and screamed, feeling a queer feeling she could only describe as something trying to escape from her chest, throat, spine, mouth, and shoulder blades.
