Miss Mia: Well it's me again. Yes I know I already have stuff out, but my best friend challenged me to a contest to see whose stories are better. A real Shadow-hunter never backs down from a challenge!
Since she doesn't like Alec and Magnus like I do, we decided to use Naruto as a common medium.
Oh yeah, and the stories are OC falling in love with an existing character. The Oc's willbe representations of me and PrincessVegeta (my BFF).
I haven't given up on Ring of Lillith (just a bit stuck in transition), and Nervous game will only be updated when I get the inspiration to.
If you're wondering why I chose Orochimaru as my lover, just think of what he could do to my little lady self with that tongue *shivers*.
Princess V: Alright! Enough outta you, you little Nasty! (Her lover of choice is Itachi)
Miss Mia: You're just pissed 'cause you know I'll win!
You guys will make me win right?
Go read Princess's too. It's not a contest without smexy judges
M for a reason (later)…Don't like don't read.
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Out of the Mist
The small child tripped and stumbled as everything on the forest floor seemed intent on getting in her way, tripping, and her slowing her down. Slow down is one thing she couldn't do, especially not with the Mist-Nin tailing her. They had sharp things that only mother and father were supposed to use, not her.
But now, she also had one, clenched in her tiny fist. If wasn't as if she were disobeying the child was a very good girl (Or maybe not), her mother had entrusted her with this sharp thing. She knew how to use it. She watched closely, and her hands did the movement as if by magic. She didn't want to use it though.
The sharp things made blood spill! She wanted to avoid that. So she took the alternative to fight- flight. But flight was hard for the child. She was so soft, so round. Dimpled and chubby without being sickeningly so, as a child should be. On top of that, she had only just recently learned to walk. It had been a few days before her first birthday, which they had celebrated three months before.
It was strange. The thing that all humans picked up quickly, she struggled with. The things she never should be able to do, she could. Walking was a problem for her, as crawling had been before that. Even speaking. She could speak even as she was leaning to sit straight.
She almost tripped, but caught. "The soil is damp!" she realized, happiness making her have to hold in a giggle, she couldn't make a sound now. She had managed it all the way from the house without making a single noise, and making on now would be a fatal mistake.
She was almost there!
"Head to the river," Her mother said this in a tone that made the child lose all thoughts of disobeying her mother to soothe her blazing curiosity. "Yes Mama," agreed the child, opening her mouth wide for the scroll her mother wanted to push past her lips. These were simple orders for a child whose mother was a dangerous workaholic Mist-Nin and whose father was a careless, but deadly defected Sound-Nin. She was well trained enough to know she wasn't seeing her mother, but a water clone of the woman.
She grimaced at the feeling of the foreign chakra settling in next to her own, but obediently began running in the direction of the river, not once doubting that her mother's cleverness would fail to get her out of this.
But in the present with rushing water so close on one side and the Mist-Nin possibly even closer on the other side. Suddenly a smooth wet rock tripped her and she went flying. The water hit her and made all the air rush out of her lungs. Before she fainted, she recalled her Mothers stern, but loving, mahogany colored face, and the wickedly curved sword that she always carried with her. She remembered her father, whom her mother called teasingly "good for nothing" because he preferred to sit around singing and reading rather than working. In the workings of her mind both were saying "We love you _ori_" there was a blank where her name should go. She could only remember those two syllables, the others were lost in the trauma she got hitting the water. The shiny blue world grayed, and then faded to black.
At the bottom of the river, swaying with the swift currents lay the serpent. Or a water snake to be more accurate, but one that lived in fresh water and was far larger than any snake should be (Bigger even, than Manda), thereby, a serpent. Its scales were blue like the waters he rested in, tipped with white like where the foam frothed up over the rocks. His eyes were like the rick river mud that sifted in-between river rocks that had been smoothed out with time.
The serpent began to get agitated, there was something floating in his home-river. "Unforgivable!" he rose to the surface with a swish of his coils, planning to punish the impertinent human that dare swim in his river or dump anything inside, Instead of a foolish human he could easily vent on, he found a human hatchling floating in the water. Last the serpent had checked, human hatchlings were made for that.
He brought a portion of his coiled up to wrap around the small thing and lift it out f the water. He squeezed as gently as he could, still managing to make water rush out of the girls mouth and nose. She coughed weakly, and dark lashes opened out around dark eyes. The serpent was instantly fond of the small squishy thing whose face was the color of coffee that was mostly milk. This translated almost seamlessly into hatred of the Ninja who were throwing Kunai in an obvious attempt to harm the child.
He reared up to his full height and bared his fangs menacingly. Both Nin paled and ran in the other direction. "Cowards," hissed the serpent, making sure the girl was secure in his coils before reverse summoning into the Hebi Village.
In a puff of strangely shaped smoke, they reappeared in a place that made the small child clamp her still wet hands over her mouth. She looked upwards and gasped. Overhead rushed the largest river in all the continents. The light filtered through the water, giving the whole cave a blue-green glow.
As a defense you couldn't just appear in the middle of the Hebi-Village. You appeared in one of these caves and had to navigate you way through. All serpents knew the way just flicking their tongues as if scenting the air. It wasn't something learned. Humans only entered by the grace of the serpents.
Even as a young serpent you didn't know how to do it, till you had done it. This is why hatchlings rarely left the village on their own.
"Kirei! So pretty!" exclaimed the young child, putting her hands up towards the light as if she would be able to catch it. She watched it play over her fingers for a moment, and then she turned her dark eyes to look at him. "How?" She asked, intelligent curiosity burning in her eyes. Then she stumbled and fell on her bottom, not seeming bothered at all, she got back up and returned her attention to the light.
But unlike most other children who would have forgotten their questions, the serpent could tell by her expression she still expected and answer. The serpent wondered whether to simplify his explanation or tell her straight at the risk of her being either insulted or confused respectively.
He decided to tell her he wasn't completely sure himself, even though he regretted it where a crestfallen look came over her face. She pouted. The expression went straight to the serpent's heart. He promised to introduce her to someone who could explain it better than he. He sighed. She was going to be a heartbreaker if she could pull that kind of pouts on anyone.
The serpent let the child ride on his back as he slithered through the strangely illuminated caverns. He gave her his name, which was Hebi, simply because he was the oldest in serpent in existence. He asked her name, but she had only been able to recall two syllables. She tried to remember, but it only made her head hurt. She cried out as pain laced through her. Her forehead wrinkled in an expression that would show she was her father's daughter, if only she could remember.
"Can't remember," she moaned, letting her head fall against the smooth scales of Hebi. "Then we will simply invent a new name for you, darling," the serpent soothed her. She nodded, "It has to have 'Ori' in it!" she blurted out. Her eyes made it stated that she wasn't taking no for an answer. The serpent obliged, inclining his head towards her. He decided he would combine the first word he had heard her say with syllable she had insisted on.
"Then from now onwards you shall be known as Orikirei, because you're so pretty." the compliment made the girl blush, giggle softly and press her hands to her cheeks. But then she began to shiver. The serpent then remembered that human hatchlings were not supposed to stay cold or wet for very long.
The serpent appraised her outfit. It was comprised of a knee length camouflage coat with a hood, a T-shirt, little shorts, and little moccasin like shoes. The clothes were soaked, so they were removed with the exception of the shorts, which upon further inspection proved to be water repellant and still dry.
Orikirei seemed not to miss her clothes that much. In fact, she seemed happier to be rid of them than anything else.
Eventually they reached the Hebi's Village. Snakes of all sizes and colors milled about. Occasionally one "poofed" out of existence due to it having been summoned. The sun shone down as kindly as it could on the new arrival. The river had slowed and wound lazily through the valley between the mountains. The Hebi village was built around this river.
The child lifted her face to the sky, welcoming the suns warmth onto her light brown skin. The serpent was finally able to see the color of her eyes. They were the darkest of browns without being black. Around the outside edge of dark brown was a ring of actual pure black. When she lowered her eyes away from the sunlight, they seemed black as coal. And fathomless. If the serpent were not so old and experienced, he would have shivered under their gaze.
"Those are dangerous eyes," thought the serpent. "She will fit in well here." The child ran around, smiling brightly at things that amused her, but the serpent had the feeling that he would not be able to sneak up behind her. He watched her closely; her gait wasn't as smooth as that of most humans her age, but he trusted that time would remedy this. If not, there were always... alternative measures that could be taken. The girl began to make friends, and she seemed to have an eye for hebi with influence because she had already enchanted many of them.
As she played in the relative safety of the valley, he arranged teachers in academics as well as fighting and stealth. Judging by the caliber of the Mist-nin that were chasing her, she would need as much help as she could get.