Hi. This is my first fanfic, so please go easy on me. I know it's a little angsty in this chapter, but I promise it'll get some humor later on. This chapter is mainly about my OC, so no Naruto characters appear in this chapter, but they're going to later on, so don't worry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does. I only own the OCs and the plot.
ANYWAY, on with the story!
Hi Guys. My name is Kimiko. (Well, as far as you know…) I like the smell of rain, reading, writing, drawing, and listening to music. I have two small cats, Ghost and Shadow. I also have 2 dogs, Rainy and Sunny. I have black hair and light green eyes with flecks of brown in them. I'm a little messed up because my mom just couldn't wait until I was out of the womb to start drinking. I'm only 5 inches shorter than I should be, and I have a slim, sleek frame. I only weigh 58lbs. So physically, I'm almost normal. Mentally, I'm probably insane or something. I'm unusually smart for my age, but I also have Acute Stress Disorder and Stress Anxiety. I've been told by neighbors, complete strangers, and other kids (especially boys) that I'm the most beautiful child they've ever laid eyes on. (I'm not bragging. Those are the exact words!) I (kinda) live with my neglectful, abusive parents. They're also involved with the local gangs. My older brother Kazuki also has black hair, but his eyes are emerald green. I'm 11, he's 16. He's not what you'd expect… at all.
I don't even know why we had a house. I was barely ever in there. I only slept there, but other than that, I'd live off the streets. Let's just say I 'commuted' there every night. Life was unsustainable there because there was almost never any food, just drugs my parents sell to the local gangs. There was also no clean water to drink. Other people stayed there occasionally and it was never a pleasant person. My parents also have rage disorders. Yeah, you can probably see why I don't stay there now, huh? Well on this particular evening, it would be different. In fact, after that evening, nothing would be the same, ever again.
I sat in my would-be room, waiting out a gang fight, which was going on outside. I hated being trapped in the hell hole known as my house, but I didn't wanna go outside, where the gang fight was going on. So, I sat quietly, waiting. Mom and Dad were out, doing who knows what. It's like their life's mission to destroy mine. They hit me, insult me, ignore me, shall I go on? Kazuki was the favorite, so they pretty much left him alone. They only ignored him and insulted him. He lived off his friends, so we both never were in the house much. He gave me food, got me to my doctor's appointments, helped me with special missions, and all that normal big brother stuff. He's a little self-centered, which didn't really show until he became a Jonin. He started hanging around his friends more often, he was quieter, and he just couldn't look me in the eye any more. I myself don't like making eye-contact with other people, merely because I'm very shy, but he always looked people dead in the eye. I thought none of that was a serious problem, but that evening, he proved me wrong.
Anyway, after a little while, the gang fight broke up. It was safe to go outside again, but I didn't wanna go out there just yet. It was supposed to rain. I didn't like sleeping out in the rain because I got really, really cold. I was suddenly struck (upside the head to be exact) with an idea, and it gnawed and chewed at my brain until I just HAD to get it out. I grabbed my sketchbook and a few colored pencils, and then I began to scribble down the picture that had formed in my head. I had no clue what I was drawing. But I just couldn't put the pencil down to see exactly what, I just kept scribbling. It was like no matter what I did, I just could not stop.
All of a sudden, Kazuki came in. He looked like he was determined to do something. He went into his room, with that same determined look about him. I thought he just needed some space, so I simply went back to my drawing. After about 2 minutes, he came out of his room, a duffel bag slung over his back.
"I'm leaving, Ryoko." He deadpanned. (Ryoko is my real name)
It felt like someone just punched me in the stomach.
"…W-what are you talking about?" I stuttered.
"I'M LEAVING OKAY? GOD, YOU'RE SO STUPID! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE! IF YOU'D BEEN PAYING ANY ATTENTION TO ME, YOU'D KNOW THAT! RINI (Rini is his girlfriend) AND I ARE TAKING OFF, SO DON'T EVEN TRY TO FOLLOW ME!"
"S-so, you never cared…?" I squeaked in shock.
"JUST SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND I NEVER DID! SO WHAT IF I'M LEAVING? YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! YOU DON'T NEED ME! YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN NOW, KID. I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. IT WOULD ONLY REMIND ME OF THIS HELL HOLE!" He yelled. As if that weren't enough, he whacked me so hard I fell on the floor. He stormed out of the house without another word. I sat there on the floor, completely and utterly stunned. I was even too stunned to cry. Besides, crying wouldn't do me any good. I had no idea he was that strong. I couldn't even process the event, it was so mean. I plainly sat there, long after he was gone.
At that moment, I made a promise to myself. I would never trust anyone ever again. It took him 11 years to build my trust, and in that short conversation, he tore it all down. Why should I give anyone else a chance?
When my mom and dad got home, they were a little tipsy, which I was used to.
"RYOKO GET YOUR BUTT IN THE LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!" My dad hollered. I walked depressingly into the room.
"Where's your brother?" He asked in an irritated tone.
"…He's… He's gone…" I said brokenly.
"WHAT?" He yelled, completely enraged.
"…"
When I didn't reply, he snapped. He threw a nearby vase into the opposite wall, causing it to shatter. He then turned to me and only one thought ran through my head as he made his way towards me. 'Aw crap aw crap aw crap!'
He picked up my wimpy little 11 year old body and threw me against the glass coffee table so hard it shattered. I bit my lip to keep the screams in. It started to bleed, so I swallowed the blood, simply because it had no where else to go.
"NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID! CLEAN THIS UP RIGHT NOW!" He yelled. My vision blurred with unshed tears that I hadn't realized were there. I cleaned up the glass and picked the glass out of my arms, hands, feet, legs, and face. I ran for the bathroom to wrap up my injuries. If I got blood on the carpet, I'd probably have to clean it up. I wrapped up the cuts and took my anemia pills, as I was getting anemic from the amount of precious blood leaking from the gouging wounds coating my body. This wasn't the first time it happened, and I was convinced it wouldn't be the last.
There wasn't much I could do for the bruises, which I received from dad because I got cuts on my face, where you can see them. It wasn't my fault, but he needed SOMEONE to blame it on.
I scurried to my would-be room to hide. I locked myself in the hidden walk-in closet, which was long forgotten by my parents. I hide out in there when the outside world gets to be too much. Ghost and Shadow were sitting in there, waiting for me. I decided to sleep there with them, because it would help me think.
I held in all my emotions, even when I was alone. All emotion was bottled up inside, like carbonated Dr. Pepper. I hated having to do that, but no one would care if you cried, they'd just watch you in disappointment. I just kept them in; simply hoping a day would come when I could let them out. After a little while of pondering things, I noticed I was absent-mindedly playing with a gauze bandage wrapped around my forearm. I didn't care much, so I let myself play with it. Suddenly, I heard yelling. I snapped out of my playful little trance and listened closely.
"SCREW THIS! I'M LEAVING! IF THAT BOY'S JUST GONNA TAKE OFF LIKE THIS THEN I DON'T CARE ANY MORE! I JUST DON'T!" My enraged father yelled.
"Ryoko could do the same thing once she realizes her brother can make it out there!" My mother yelled.
"YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THAT LITTLE MISTAKE IF THAT'S HOW HER BROTHER'S GONNA TREAT US!"
With that, the door opened, slammed shut, and I was all alone in the world.
So did you like it? I hope you did. I thought this chapter lacked substance, so please tell me what you think. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can, so just hang in there!