A/n: Stinking plot bunnies, they've run rabid in my head! Now I have all these new ideas that I simply must let out! -Sigh- I know I'm terrible especially since I've got other stories waiting to be updated. Would you believe me if I said I had writer's block…okay, it's just that I'm lazy. Forgive me please -gives the audience at home a tiny pout and cute tearful puppy dog eyes-

Disclaimer: Are you…Are you serious? Do I look like I own Naruto? Heck no, I wouldn't be on fanfic if I did!…ejits.

INK CHILD

Chapter one: The paper angel twins

Pretty paper angel girl

Pitch black against my page

Sitting sadly in a corner;

Head bent, down-

Frustration lost

Pitch black against my page.

"Why so sad?" I asked with pain,

"Pretty paper angel girl"

Her head then turned-

Her face still black-

Pitch black against my page

"I hurt, I ache, and I grieve inside,

For you tainted me-

Before you knew me.

And now I sit,

Blank- Colourless

Pitch black against your page."

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He was in the kitchen when the first raindrop fell; it seemed Precipitation was at it again. It was an old story his older sister used to tell him when he was younger. A simple story about the three sisters Weather. The first and oldest being Sun, the middle child Wind and the youngest sister named Precipitation.

Sun was the most loved by the people of the earth, as well as her sisters, - she was bright and cheerful; the happiness that radiated off her was so addicting, people adored her presence. Wind, the middle child, was the harshest of the three. Hot-tempered and furious, she flew past the people of the earth, sometimes leaving destruction in her wake. Yet, still her sisters loved her though the people of earth often condemned her for her brutality. Wind would sometimes sweep over the people in a gentle haze to kiss their cheeks gently as if apologizing for her rage. Precipitation, the youngest and the frailest was loved immensely by both her sisters- they protected her from harm, for Precipitation was different from others; her heart was too exceedingly large. So big was her heart that it was more of a burden onto her than a blessing. With her big heart came big responsibilities; she was ladled with the pain of the world…

Precipitation loved to soar into the sky. She loved the elevation it gave her, the elevation form the heaviness that she felt from carrying the pain of others. She would lift her self higher and higher and higher, until she had reached a euphoric height of happiness, before looking down at the earth and then remembering: the wars, the famines, the deaths, the trauma, the sick, the hurt, the homeless and helpless… And then just as quickly as she rose up she came crashing down as she burst in to millions

and millions of tears- each one a sweet searing tear of redemption, of hope, to cleanse the people of their pain. She would then be re-born, with help from her sisters Sun and Wind so that she could cry all over again, to weep with the world in it's hours of sadness.

As simple as the story was, sometimes he liked to believe it more than the scientific explanation for how rain was made- it seemed much more fitting that some beautiful, faceless woman in the sky was crying for the earth, weeping for their transgressions. And as he stared out of his window he could only wonder, who is Precipitation crying for this time?

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The rain was loud, heavy and lashing, each drop accentuated with the rough wind that whirled about. The moon had long since taken refuge behind dark cottony clouds and the dark night formed an even fouler shroud round the world than usual. It was the type of night one would spend snuggled under their covers and Sasuke would too, if he wasn't so damn worried. Worried maybe wasn't the word, paranoid fit the bill more correctly. Sitting on one of the seats in the living room, Sasuke was seated close to the door as he sat staring intently at the phone, waiting for one or both to ring. Dark bags had started to form round his eyes, from lack of sleep… this paranoia had kept him awake for nights on end. He had to keep himself awake… just in case he eventually called.

Suddenly footsteps could be heard coming from upstairs and for a moment his heart leapt, before realization shoved him back down as he realized it was only Kurenai.

He heard her sigh before he saw her step in front of him, her hand resting on the small bump jutting slightly from her stomach. Looking down at him with concerned filled eyes, his step-sister looked almost as tired as he did. Probably even for the same reason.

Sighing again, she bent so that she was at eye level with him. "Sasuke," she started exasperated, "how many times do I have to tell you to just go to bed. You look exhausted and you have school tomorrow- I don't want you dozing off in school again. Iruka gave me an earful, the last time. " Sasuke stared back at her blankly, his eyes void, not betraying his thoughts. His gaze was still firm on the phone. Narrowing her eyes at him, Kurenai continued snappily, "Look Sasuke, go to bed now and get some sleep before I drag your behind up there myself. You can be so stubborn at times….I swear behind that pretty face is a thick head! How many times am I going to have to tell you that Itachi's not coming back... at least not for tonight. Heaven knows when that lame-brained moron is going to actually turn up!" Looking close to tears by the end of her rant, she followed Sasuke's unwavering gaze towards the phone before muttering quietly, venomously, "The least that bastard could do is call…" Sighing once again, she stood up, eyed Sasuke briefly before shaking her hand and leaving the room. She exhaled once more before completely exiting.

Once again it was just Sasuke, the door, the phone and the ever present paranoia that breathed down his neck whenever Itachi strayed away for too long. Kurenai didn't understand ; she thought Itachi was strong enough to cope on his own wherever he was, but Sasuke … Sasuke knew better. Itachi wasn't weak, he was strong both physically and mentally, but he needed someone….He needed someone to depend on and Sasuke was willing to be that person, his older brother had protected him once before and he wanted to return the favour. Sure Itachi wasn't there all the time but he was there when it counted. Sasuke just couldn't sleep he needed to be awake so that when Itachi dialled his number for help he would be able to rush to his rescue. It didn't matter where or how far he was, Sasuke didn't care. All he knew was that whenever Itachi would call on him, he'd be there-pronto. Who knew, maybe when he drifted asleep, Itachi would then be need of his dire assistance. He could not let that happen.

Fighting his own exhaustion, he forced his drooping eyelids to stay open, willing his tiredness to fade. God, how long had it been since he had had a good night's rest. Too long, he thought dazedly as he felt himself slip into unconsciousness, his body tensing before relaxing as the welcome darkness swept over him. He drifted off into a dreamless sleep, his mind blank and peaceful. The ever present insomnia nipping at his heels had wondered off, too tired to care.

It was the ringing of the doorbell that abruptly woke him up. Bringing him back up from the dark depths of his psyche. Startled into alertness, the fog in Sasuke's mind cleared as his heart began to race. Itachi.

Throwing the cover off of himself, Sasuke all but raced to the door almost tripping over his feet in his attempt to open the door. He couldn't waste time, if the urgent and persistent ringing on the door bell had been any indication , he knew that Itachi needed his help. Swinging the front door open quickly the door swung back violently, it's hinges creaking warningly as if reminding Sasuke of the house's old age. But the aged warnings fell on deaf ears as Sasuke stood stock still as he came face to face with his older brother.

Suddenly a scene flashed before him and played itself within his mind- his older brother was running along with his friends, the scene was slightly blurry, the only vivid image being that of Itachi.. Another group of men and some women were running after them, chasing them down, hell bent on exacting revenge for whatever Itachi and his group had done. Itachi had a phone in his hands and was desperately trying to reach someone, the person didn't answer and after a few more futile attempts Itachi flung his phone away exasperated

The scene rapidly changed and Itachi was suddenly alone his friends had mysteriously disappeared, abandoning him in his hour of need; just as Sasuke had always suspected they would. Itachi was running and Sasuke watched in trepidation as he fell. Recovering quickly Itachi stood to run but he was too late as the rival group surrounded him brandishing weapons that would no doubt kill him.

The leader of the group stood out and sedately walked towards Itachi, fingering the weapon in his hand-a gun. Itachi was as cool as ever it seemed but his calm wavered ever so slightly when his gaze landed on the gun.

"So you thought you Akatsuki scum could get away with it? What, you thought we'd take your attack lying down?" the leader of the group now stood in front of Itachi his voice just barely above a whisper. He appeared lethargic, still fingering the gun in his hand, a serene expression plastered on his face yet a dangerous aura rolled off him in waves. Sasuke inwardly shivered, the guy scared him- ironically the kanji of love was tattooed across his forehead. Then in a quick motion fuelled with rage, the leader raised his gun in his hand and smacked it across Itachi's face. Itachi's head moved to the side from the force but after collecting himself from the shock of it all Itachi turned to gaze at the red headed leader his eyes as stoic and defiant as ever. A thin sliver of red leaked down his face from gash now beside his right eye. The red head sneered before spitting on his face. The defiant look never left Itachi's eye nor the placid expression on his face.

"Bastard, let this be a lesson to you and your team mates, screw with the Sabuku and die, mother fuckers." Turning off the safe guard, the red head teased the trigger before pulling it back completely, glaring at Itachi as he aimed for his heart. "Burn in hell." was the last thing Sasuke heard before the scene drastically changed.

Once again Sasuke was standing by the front door and he was staring at his apathetic sibling.

"Itachi." whispered Sasuke hoarsely his onyx eyes locked with his brother's on crimson red ones. Crimson eyes… blood red just like the liquid that was trickling gently down from Itachi's face. Time stood still as the stared at on another, they were brought back to reality when a loud bang exploded around them. Closing his eyes, pained by the sound, Sasuke opened them again only to find Itachi now clutching onto the left side of his side of his chest, his life's liquid oozing through his finger, seeping through his shirt. Itachi nearly toppled his brother over as he fell onto him for support, Itachi then whispered one last thing to his brother.

"I needed you." Sasuke's body tensed as he felt his brother's body go limp in his hold. Eyes wide, body still and tense, Sasuke felt something warm ooze onto him from his brother's dead body. Feeling tears roll down his face, Sasuke crumpled under the weight of Itachi's body; despair and remorse cascading down his body like a torrent waterfall. A dull mix of lost and confusion rammed into him- he had finally failed his own brother…

His body jolted into awareness for what seemed like the second time that night. Pinching himself to make sure he really was awake, Sasuke wiped at the beads of sweat that had formed upon his skin. His lack of sleep mixed with his latest nightmare had put him on an edge- he felt an array of emotions ricochet off the walls of his heart as got up from his seat in the living room and stumbled into the kitchen to get a drink. His throat felt peculiarly dry at the moment. As he gulped down his glass of water. Sasuke tried to rid his mind of the horrid thoughts his imagination had created, and held his bowed head in his hands; this was why he never went to sleep when Itachi left without saying a word .

The doorbell rang. Sasuke felt his breath hitch up and his heart began to hammer in his chest. He pinched his arm again to make sure he was awake -to make sure that this was reality- before he slowly made his way towards the door. Was it really Itachi? A sweaty palm reached for the doorknob and Sasuke braced himself for what he might see, as gory as might be.

He flung the door open and the door hissed in pain, objecting vehemently to its brutal handling. Onyx eyes widened as Sasuke found himself face to face with…a girl. Doing a double take Sasuke scrutinized the girl as she watched him with her big round milky eyes.

She wore a grey hood over her head, her indigo bangs falling into her face. She had a pretty yet painfully plain face- no particular trait ,besides her eyes, standing out to him. A grey jacket engulfed her body, it's long sleeves swallowing her arms entirely. Her trousers were also grey and baggy giving her a rather bleak and shapeless appearance. A black backpack hung off her shoulders; it was small and appeared very light. The rain had taken its toll on her and she was sopping wet from head to toe, she shivered every now and again from the cold. Her pale skin coupled with her wet grey attire gave her a ghostly, otherworldly appearance. From what he could tell she was about his age, around fifteen or so.

It was her coughing that broke him out of his trance. Glaring at her he opened his mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing ringing people's doorbells at bloody three o'clock in the morning? But before he could snap at her she spoke.

"Sorry, w-wrong h-house." he didn't know whether it was the cold that made her stutter or not but hearing her soft voice he couldn't help but feel for the kid. Should he invite her in or slam the door in the weird girl's face. The latter seemed the most rational and so grabbing onto the door he made to close it when suddenly he heard footsteps coming from above.

Kurenai came plodding down the stairs, her footsteps heavy and forceful. She stood at the bottom of the staircase hair wild and expression even wilder. "God dammit Sasuke, don't rip the effing door from it's hinges- how many times do I have to tell you that jackass won't-" Kurenai paused when she saw the girl at the door. Pushing Sasuke aside she stared at the girl before pulling her into a warm embrace, after an awkward pregnant pause. Cupping the girl's face in her hands she stared into her milky eyes worriedly as the girl blushed heatedly from the contact.

"Hinata?" Kurenai questioned, "What are you doing here? And this late?" her voice was soft and motherly the polar opposite to how she had addressed Sasuke previously. Pregnant woman hormones, Sasuke thought as he simply raised a brow at their intimacy, briefly wondering how they knew one another.

The girl dodged Kurenai's gaze before biting her lip and answering, "Y-you…you said I-I could come to you whenever I needed to." Lifting her eyes up to meet Kurenai's , she continued, "I-I needed to now." Kurenai simply nodded her head in understanding before she drew, the girl, Hinata, back into a hug. Hesitantly the girl wrapped her arms around Kurenai.

Sasuke audibly scoffed at there display of affection before quietening down as his step sister pinned him with a cold look. Grabbing the girls hand she pulled her inside before gently slamming the door shut. As the girl stood out of place in their home, it seemed Kurenai finally took note of her wet clothes. "Hinata!" she gasped, "You're wet."

"No shit Sherlock." Sasuke muttered, patience thin due to his lack of sleep and paranoia. Hinata looked down at herself, blushing as if ashamed of her inability to keep dry in the rain.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't take an um-umbrella with me, so when i-it started raining uh…" she trailed off embarrassed . Kurenai smiled at her in response. Turning to Sasuke she practically ordered him to take the girl upstairs to give her a spare change of clothes.

"Dumbass…" Kurenai muttered beneath her breath as Sasuke scowled as he stomped up the stairs leading the way as the girl followed him. Shoving his bedroom door open he rummaged through his drawers before uprooting a pair of trousers and a clean shirt and practically shoving them into the startled girl's arms. Their hands briefly touched for a moment and fleeting feeling of warmth jolted through him. Dismissing the feeling and storing it in his brain for later examination, Sasuke stalked out of his room leaving the girl to change in private.

His edgy mood was still in place and the appearance of the plain looking girl had not helped him much either. It felt as if the longer she intruded in their house, the longer Itachi would shy away from his own home. In his sleep deprived mind, Sasuke had begun to blame the girl for his brother's delayed arrival. Standing outside the door he felt restless. How long did it take the girl to change? It had been ages since he had left her. Assuming that she was probably done, Sasuke opened the door without warning.

Before him stood the girl, clad only in her white underwear, her body facing towards him generously. For the umpteenth time that night, Sasuke felt his breath catch in his throat as his eyes stayed glued the body before him. The girl stayed still too, her body tense and unmoving, stock still in shock. His dark eyes roamed her body; all immoral thoughts had flown far from his mind.

This girl standing before him was a work of art. Literally.

Etched all over her body were drawings, beautiful elaborate drawings tattooed onto her alabaster skin. She was like a canvass each drawing an exquisite painting she displayed. There were tattoos along her arm, down her legs, on her stomach and there was even one subtly picking out from behind her hair. But the one that caught his eye was the one that was etched on the left side of her chest right above her left breast.

It was drawing of a pair of twin angels; one black, the other white. They could both be no bigger than three inches, maybe even shorter, but the detail inputted in them was hard to miss. The black angel twin sat crouched down, head bent towards the ground, her slender arms hugging her knees. Her silhouette black wings shrouded most of her body from view. Her twin, the white angel, stood tall and erect; like her twin, her arms were wrapped around her, her gaze upward as her white wings veiled her slightly without completely cutting her off from view. Both their faces were hidden from view but sadness emanated from there beings yet there was a slight difference between their expressions. The black angel's sadness seemed tinged with desolation, loss and grief. The white angel's sadness though as pure as her twins seemed to have an underlying hope within it. They were both positioned back to back and with the use of some drawing technique, they appeared to be drawn on paper instead of skin…Two pretty paper angel twins.

It was her coughing that yet again, broke him from his trance, looking her in the eye he noticed the embarrassed expression on face. Without saying a word, the boy walked out of the room, refusing to look back at the Canvass girl.

A frustrated sigh was heard from outside the bedroom.

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A.N: this is a little section off chapter one of my new story. Please read and review, if I get a favourable response I'll post up the full chapter. P.S my other stories? Yea, don't worry I'm not dead...there shall soon be a revival!