Spirits
A story about death, love, faith, and betrayal.
Began 7/19/13
Chapter one
Kyuu couldn't believe it. This was supposed to be the start to their new beginning, his and Naru's new life, but he had gotten shot. Kyuu cursed himself to the deeps of hell, he couldn't believe that he had gotten shot right as he was leaving with the money and died for it. Their new beginning had cost Kyuu his life.
Kyuu was a tall man, and his usual garb of all black usually made him appear even taller. His shaggy red hair draped around his face, covering his brilliant blue eyes with its shadow. His black shirt matched with a black, thin, long sleeved jacket and black jeans to go with it made his silver chain with a fox pendant and his pale skin stand out more. Completely highlighting his strong jaw and high cheek bones, making most of his masculine features appear more masculine appear even that much more beautiful. Well, that was what Kyuu had looked like before he died inside Konoha's train station with a duffle bag full of cash.
For the life of him, Kyuu couldn't understand how he died. (Oh the irony) He had completed his job, like he was suppose to, and had gone to pick up the cash, the cash from the job. He had walked down the train station, his completely innocent looking duffle bag in his hand, and then bang!, down goes Kyuu. He couldn't remember who it was that had shot him since they ran up from behind him.
"A pussy move." Kyuu thought. And he was right. On the streets of Konoha, especially on the lower streets of south side Konoha –sometimes called 'the wrong side of the tracks'-, if you shoot to kill someone, then your face is the last one they're going to see. It's not like someone didn't "mean" to shoot him, the rule was, if you can pick up a gun, you shoot to kill. It was a rule Kyuu never broke and he was sure to teach that to whomever, especially his little sister, Naru.
Naru was seven years younger than Kyuu. When their parents had died, Kyuu was only a boy of 12, while Naru had just celebrated her 5th birthday. Kyuu promised his parents as they lay dying that he would always take care of Naru, like a big brother should. He knows now that the decisions he made during his life weren't the best. Hell, his decision to go into the Yakuza was what landed him in this exact position; dead. But it was his decision that allowed them to stay together.
Kyuu had belonged into the same Yakuza for over thirteen long years. Most of the older members had raised Naru alongside him because their parent could not. Kyuu knew deep within his heart that the members oftentimes thought of them as sons and daughters, and the newer ones as brothers and sisters. He knew that they would take care of her, like they have been doing for all these years.
She was like a member herself. She was there when Kyuu had joined when he was 13 and every day since she was there for other members joining. Heck, the leader even thought of her like his own child. The gang trained her, in everything they could possibly train her in. She became a master at the ninja and samurai weapons. She even helped train new members with the older, more respected members who respect and love her. She was basically the daughter of the whole Yakuza gang.
Although Kyuu knew she would be well taken care of, he also knew that he didn't want her to be taken care of by the gang. They were his family, but he doesn't want his sister to get lost in that violent life, like he had. She had so much life to her from the moment she was born; he didn't want it to disappear by taking a life of another.
Kyuu was at a loss, a standstill, on what to do. He wanted her to be happy and free and all these other things in life that he couldn't be in life. He wanted her to know that he has never blamed her for all of the things he had to do for her, and that he'll gladly do them again if it meant protecting her from the cruel and unforgiving world. But how could he do that? How could he tell her all those things when he was dead?
An idea formed into Kyuu's mind. He knew exactly what he was going to do. The only question left in his mind as he mentally forced himself out of the long, dark subway tunnel was how long it was going to take. It might take days, weeks, months, or even years, but Kyuu was determined to find someone in the large city of Konoha to help him in his self given mission to save his sister from herself and his gang before she flows into the self impending road of revenge to find his killer, something that Kyuu would, without a doubt, have done if it was his sister on the ground with a bullet in the back of her head.