Sun and Moon
P.S. This is a story I wrote..about a character of mine, whom was a long friend of Haku's
I do NOT own Naruto or its characters in anyway.
I felt like something was missing, as if the last puzzle piece has been lost. Yes. It was Haku whom evanished about a decade ago back in my childhood. I was only six years old when this all happened.
It was cold out one evening; I was running around playing tag with my only friend, Haku.
Everyday, when I woke up, I would be excited to see Haku.
My long white hair was flapping side to side, my snow-white eyes showed only signs of sadness.
The sun was just setting as Haku's mother was calling out to him. "Haku! Supper is ready!" She would call; Haku and I stopped what we were doing. "Coming mother!" Haku called, he took off, heading down hill to his home, he stopped running and looked back at me, he watched as I went behind the bushes and lay down in the white, sparkling snow.
"Mother, may my friend join us for dinner?" Haku asked sadly, his mother shook her head. "No Haku, not today. Come on, it's getting late." She entered the home.
I had a lot of things now running my mind, I couldn't help but bear the pain of the past.
I grew up with no family, only known Haku for the longest time. My name is Arianne. The White Rose.
Haku had looked back to where I was as he entered indoors; I was simply fiddling with my fingers.
It was about twilight now when Haku had snuck outdoors, he carried a small, white bowl with a clear plastic lid.
"Arianne." He would whisper, he set the bowl on the snow at my side. "It's miso soup."
I guess I would wonder why I enjoyed miso soup, it was really good actually, and only Haku would make it for me.
Haku smiled, sitting at my left side. "I want to show you something tomorrow morning." I heard him say, I was slowly eating the warm, miso soup. "I'd love to see what you've discovered." My smile was dead, dead as a silent dove driven from the harmful past, not a single tear fell, and my tears were gone.
That was the end, the end of my dreary past, I now live the present. I had to stop my feelings from long ago, or else I would fear the haunted, and I was determined to succeed.
The morning rose quite early, Haku had shown me a very unique technique, without a touch, he formed a ball of water on the palm of his right hand. "That's amazing Haku!" I was excited to see this, for my own technique, I can form flames; water is my enemy, as ice is my specialty.
Not only that I am capable of blowing fire out of my mouth and sparks when I snap my fingers, I sat at the edge of the sofa, my eyes glued to the windows, I was watching the snowflakes fall.
Haku stood up with a look to his mother as she hung clothes indoors. She walked outside. "Mama!" Haku ran downhill, forming the ball made of water.
"Mama, look at what I can do!" with a gentle smile which formed Haku's lips, his mother gasped than slapped him. "No, Haku!" she yelled, pulling him indoors and slammed the door shut.
Now this was the beginning of the little massacre. I would never forget the day when I lost him.
As I looked up, I saw Haku's father standing there, gazing down at the home, he stepped back, turned around, and ran. I grit my teeth tightly together, I was worried.
Haku's kekkai genkai [-bloodline- carried a special water technique the village of snow feared.
Haku huddled against a wall, crying as he saw his father kill his mother, villagers behind the man as he cried. He was going to kill his own son; however, Haku used his technique to defend himself, turning the entire house into a ball of sharp icicles.
We were separated towards the end, when we searched for each-other, I was knocked in the head and I'd pass out. Haku couldn't find me; he believed someone had taken me some-where away.
"Why did it have to be this way . . .?" Haku ran, looking for her. "Arianne . . ." failed, Haku fell over, he's used up all his chakra [-energy- and he felt query.
We've never found each-other after a decade, I know, that he is out there, probably still searching for me.
I tripped on the hilly road that continues for a long way, it hurts. Some-thing is being cut, and I can't walk on it.
My mother, Arianne, was killed a week after I was born, I've been living with Haku, my father.
Tip-toe like standing up days, but someday for sure, I look up sky high above.
This is her story, she once told me long ago, it's strange to know about it, I was only five days old, when she told me.
As I pray to be strong, Both the joy and sadness suddenly tests me, I wonder how many times have I overcome, Alone I cry 'til dawn comes. With a bit of determination, I continue to walk on, though the snow dances about the road.
Spring will bring Flowers.
My mother found my father wandering the Konoha [-leaf- village, and soon, I was born.
"Although, there is a day we will hurt each-other, I'm ok. The truth is . . ."
Sadly . . . .Sadly in the night my heart is almost broken, but still, I'll believe in what I'm loosing for, with my fragile hopes.
" . . .That everyone is kind and seeking each-other."
It's ok if tears fall even after all of the effort.
To endure, Rain is falling, violently falling.
All of it seeping into the ground, Both the joy and sadness, I can embrace in my arms. .