Hey guys… this is my first try in writing dark so I hope you like it. Pls review so I know if it's worth continuing.
This chapter's just a prologue so I hope you don't mind that it's a bit dull…the next ones better though, promise :P
Ciao -xaArzie
"NO! Please! Don't bring me to the river! I don't to go near the bridge! I beg of you, please!"
Tears streamed town her elegantly pale face. Her raven locks going rouge to her face and down her back. She pulled and pleaded with the tall, brute of a man who had her by the wrist. She struggled as much as she could but her own petite build could do little. Helpless and raving like mad, the man finally struck her sharply on the cheek, giving her sides a rosy tint which would have been flattering if they were even, and less painful. The young girl shut up and allowed herself to be dragged to a small bridge in the leaf village.
"Odd little girl! It's only water! Draw some for me."
She obeyed. Trembling she took the bucket and filled it to the brim with the cold freshwater from the river. Tears flowed continuously as she drew the water and the more she heard waves crash into the poles of the bridge, the more she cried.
The old man watched her irritably confused. Drawing water seemed simple enough, but this girl insisted on avoiding it. She gave no qualm when she had to draw water from the well, but the river, most especially the bridge, seemed so fearful to her.
He huffed as a signal that that was enough. She took the buckets and carried them back to a small hut, not far from the river. She kept her head down the entire time, never looking back at that horrid bridge.
"Where are we going?" A man, if you could call him a man with grotesque scales on his face and a disgusting shade of green for his skin, asked in a rough, whispering, almost hissing voice.
He received no response from his companion, only a chilling, yet thankfully safe glare. They walked on. Thinking nothing of his partner's typical distant concentration, the scaled Akatsuki continued to follow him where he led them to go.
Their travel was silent, no talk of strategy or schemes. The only sounds were their cloaks brushing past the leaves and branches and the light taps their feet made from branch to branch.
After hours and miles he they stopped a compound which seemed to have been roped out to trespassers by an ominous yellow strip.
"Home?" The scaled one almost teased.
His companion hushed him. "You can leave now."
"What?"
"Go. Go back to headquarters. I don't need you anymore."
"What did you need me for in the first place?'
His companion; a tall lean, young man, about in his twenties, with long, sleek ebony hair and sometimes equally dark eyes; glared at him again.
"I said go." He spoke roughly but his voice was smooth and flowing, almost outer worldly. It was soft but it struck chills down the scaled one's spine. He left swiftly with no more qualms.
The man left gave a satisfied huff and walked down the path. He reached the entrance to the compound. To a passerby, it seamed like he simply just touched the yellow tape, but in a split second it snapped, allowing him entrance to the abandoned compound.
The first thing in, he wrinkled his nose. It was old, it smelled old. Most of the plants and flowers had died away and the side stalls sold nothing more. There shouldn't have been a scent here yet there was.
'They hadn't cleaned it yet?' he thought, but no. It wasn't the smell of rotting material. It wasn't the salty-irony scent of blood. It did not smell of his past.
He walked on, trying to deduce the mysterious smell. It was fresh, but it wasn't natural. It was a common smell that didn't belong there, not in a place like that. He finally registered the best word to describe the scent. It was 'homey' if you might.
He followed it to the edge of the compound. He saw smoke.
'A fire?' No, it was from a chimney, from a home.
Strangely feeling offended and trespassed for some reason, he headed towards the small, lonely hut by the river, planning to wreak havoc on whoever dared live in a cursed place like this.
He was almost to the door when he felt need for a thrill in this so he headed for the window instead. He could make out two silhouettes from the dim light inside. As he was about to make his entrance, a chill made him stop. A chill resulting from the unexplained familiarity of a voice he could hear from inside.
He hid atop a nearby branch overshadowing the hut, wishing to hear more of their conversation and maybe realizing why the voice seemed so close to him. Why every rise and fall in the voice seemed to pierce his very being. He didn't like the feeling of pain, maybe because he hadn't felt it in a while. He listened intently.
She watched the old man, a bit on the rotund side, as he ate, slobbering the bits and chunks of food that missed his lips all over the table. She on the other hand, hadn't touched her plate. Her appetite had abandoned her since that chore by the river. Tha old man seemed to notice.
"What is it about that place that so scary, eh, little girl? It's only a bridge. I've seen young children fear better things."
"I have…memories at that bridge…." She began to answer.
"…That you're not gonna tell me. Yeah, yeah, I got the story. It's always like that."
The girl sighed. She really did have no intention of sharing her life's story with this man. No one knew it, why should he? As far as anyone was concerned, she didn't even exist.
Tired and frustrated, she excused herself politely to go to bed in her 'room' which was hardly one. A small space separated by a tattered old curtain from the rest of the house was hardly a room. Her only consolation was that behind that curtain was a small window that showed to moon, brightly behind some tree branches.
Her eyes grew heavy and began to flutter to a close. But before the did, she spotted something that made them shot open again and make her bolt upright on the mat that was her bed. After blinking and rubbing her eyes a couple of times, she put it aside as her horrible imagination. Yet after that she tossed and turned the whole night, not forgetting what she thought she had seen, a monstrous shadow. A tall, dark, silhouette of a man she hardly considered to be human. Though she did not see his face, his memory haunted her mind forever, along with the memory of that bridge.
"AH! There he is! He leads me to the other side of town only to send me back, and he returns with what? Not even a kill to justify his trip!" The scaled Akatsuki bellowed when he saw that his partner had returned to their burrow.
He continued to criticize his partner until that raven haired boy looked his way with his menacing scarlet eyes.
Another of the members of their organization scoffed then looked towards the newcomer's way.
"Where have you been?"
"The edge of Konoha, for a visit." The young one said calmly.
"And what was your point in going there?"
"I've found a new prey"
"A prey? A prey for what?"
"Nothing, just to amuse me... And cure a bit of homesickness while she's at it." He smiled darkly.
P.S.:
Ok the last few lines may be misleading so I'll clear it all up now:
I would like to inform you that this is not a perverted fic. Sadistic, yes maybe lightly. Romantic and Dramatic, obviously (look at the category). BUT NOT PERVERTED PLS.