Yay I'm so happy to be writing for FF again!
Hopefully you all out there will enjoy or be riveted to read more on this darken path of enlightment (Phase time!)
Please review or rant, not stupidly but with point on helpfulness.
Not sure yet if this will morph from Friendship into Romance, who knows whatever goes on my writing boat shall do.
The OC's name is Satu: is Finnish for Fairytale Pronunciation: (sah too)
PLEASE ENJOY!
"Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense."
Mignon McLaughlin
August 21,
Time in: 3:23 pm on August 16
Room #: 205
Doctor: staffed by 3 medical ninjas
Patient file-
Name: Satu, unknown last name
DOB: 10/31/ unknown year
Sex: Female
Height: 175cm
Weight: 61.7 kg
Ethnicity: Unknown
Education level: (something called Grad school)
Occupation: Scout
Religion: Unknown
Location-
Satu can only be estimated within the perimeter of Takigakure and Konohagakure as the outline of her mission whereabouts, we suspect her intended path; that was a straight shot to and back, was ignored for her own curious self to go exploring about the lands and which leads to her current state.
Other notes-
This might be the work of Orochimaru, or Akatsuki, even just a tragic act of some bandits on the run from another lands near by; for know it is still unknown how this occurred.
Head: Two three inches deep lacerations one to the base of Satu's neck, and the other to diagonally going down from her left eye to her jaw line. No concision to speak of yet.
Hair: Mangled with dried blood but perfectly intact.
Eyes: Intact, need of further testing to finalize.
Ears: Right intact, left has four vertical gashes down it.
Nose: Intact, profuse blood flowing out the left. It only drips out right nostril.
Mouth: Dry, not cracked lips with several piece of flesh hanging off.
Pulse: After surgery bp went back down, but still abnormal her average bp.
Respirations: Shallow breath for the past day but better than yesterday's wheezing breaths.
Heart sound: Growing stronger as the bp levels out.
Abdomen: More jagged marks and covered in severe bursing, 5 of which leads to later operating for bleed outs causing her to crash again.
Bladder: Sterile, no blood in it, no pain in her bowel movements.
Joints: Major damage to right elbow will have to do surgery to remove before infection settles in.
Skin: Most of the body is cloaked with bruising, lacerations and sweaty to the touch.
Hands: Left intact with hardly any punctures or tears but bruised all over, Right completely gone
Incident Report-
Patient Satu (S) was rushed in on August 16 by two guards on patrol on the main gates. S was immediate put into a operating room as her bp was going at 115 over 90 with about two pints or more of blood spilled out from several non-vital slashed veins and more than half of her right arm gashed off by some sort jagged pattern left behind.
August 16,
Just after the latest heat waves, two leaf ninja guards came plowing through the village streets carrying a battered blood soaked body so mangled at one look over.
"We need a medic, somebody get out here!"
They both shouted, but kept running past the confused herds of people toward the nearby hospital on this miserable hot day of all days.
Running fast against the concrete path and leaving a trail of blood they are met with a circle of medical ninjas standing about with drinks all over the counters and tables.
"What are you!" the medics never finished the statement as the guards threw out their arms cradling the ever dying heap of a person crying out in hysterical pain, one would of course know by the mangled mess of cut flesh all across the body and choked cries.
Medics rushed that body away without much restiance or from either guard or the body in question. Still the shrilled yells were even more pronounce then, like there was something important to say at the moment the medics got a hold of the person.
A clock ticked by just into the sunset hour and from an ER door came a group of medics all with splattered red upon their scrubs.
The facial and body language all told of the disturbing event that had unfold not to long ago yet they didn't shutter or pause in their tracks, even the mangled fresh of on such a day would never break a medical ninja's code.
"Fear not in the blood but in the silent peace."
A nurse walks towards the group clipboard in hand and a curious glance at the ER doors as she headed for the center of the medics. The medics turn to a center medics with a less than intimidating stature but the one covered most in blood.
"Patient is weak but at this point we have to wait it out till dawn breaks, hope for the heart to pump more if not.." the medic dropped in voice to a hush as if this were a little more personal to him. "She might as well already be at a high risk of brain damage, my god."
All the while he talked with such a grimacing tone the nurse jotted down on the broad even her face showed a tint of white at his prognosis to the young girl.
1 Week before
I was so happy, I had finally got a mission all on my own. It may not be the "recon" missions I desperately wanted to do before the shit storm hit the fans, but none the less it was a sign of trust, a sign of an acceptance of my foreign self here upon the suspicious ninjas all watching for a fault in me.
"I'm truly honored Hokage, thank you so much, I-I won't fail you!" I bow deeply flinging my hair out in a disarray so it hides my beaming yet borderline creepy smile to Tsunade.
After weeks of peasant work, nights of paying the hotels way more than reasonable pricing, day of burning tans and back drenching work I was finally being trusted, promoted to greater things, everything is going well. I will make the future change to a brighter one!
"Satu, listen to this and remember, alright?" Tsunade coldly spoke as though I were a nuisance to her sight.
"Yes, Hokage?" I raise back my head with a raised eyebrow to her tone now. I know we are not on the best of terms since of my withholding vital information on an assortment of issues, events and deaths.
I bet she feels I am a real and true threat to the village.
3 Months later
On what is about to be unveiled, to where and what had happened to me along my mission to Takigakure. After arriving back to the Leaf village I was found running in a frantic schizo state, only that was not the even the scariest part; first my right arm was severed away to the elbow as well as my body was ravaged in scraps all of which were in the distinct shape of fingernails and jagged teeth marks. Worse of the injuries were infected with a burnt flesh looking puss oozing out them.
Apparently once I was admitted to the hospital; under the immediate care of Lady Hokage, I was in and out of consciousness each time I awoke with another rant of nonsense speaking of monsters peeling out of the ground and moaning riverbeds. After several rounds of sedation medication and antibiotics I would wake up till they finally agreed to use morphine, leaving me to a loopy coma like state until they could heal me; somewhat.
Now what has been twelve and a half weeks of grueling sleepless nights of horror warped visions, each days to arise would be stricken with anxiety attacks; my pulse on edge and my hands sweating out with slabs of butter.
Oh I know what happened but dam it to hell I won't say shit about anything of the truth to anybody in this godforsaken village. Funny how even after all the shit and grime I went stumbling through just for these leaf bastards to get me some respect and trust; kind of hard to when I was the one to fall out of the skies proclaiming to be of another world.
One that knew this ninja world as a story made all up by, Masashi Kishimoto, a Japanese mangaka man, around late 1999, in it he created a multi-million industry to his manga creation, Naruto, a story of, Uzumaki Naruto, a clowning ninja plus host to the strongest demon to live (Nine-Tails) and all of his adventures through life as the evils in the world have set the stage in it the manga.
Pretty bullish story if you are not into mangas, right?
Nevertheless, it sold like hot cakes everywhere even I got hooked into the idiotic ninja craze going on in the manga world.
So I'm stuck here fumbling my way around this village's all seeing eyes without charka or unnatural super strength plus the constant whining from the main characters asking for spoilers to the series.
Glad to be under medical care right now, just me and my serene peace of mind knowing I won't be disturbed for another week or so. Yet that is starting to worry me a little; interrogations might be coming my way to find out about my mission's events or think I'm hiding too many secrets to be trusted. Dam it now I was getting way too worried on things I know will be happening very soon.
I sleep with the sun in my eyes as my mind panics on the upcoming day I walk out the hospital with the village wondering all the question I want gone from their minds.
"You sure we should even be here, I mean last time we saw her…" a confused low tone spoke out from my darkness, somebody must be here in the room probably to start the long road of questions to come this week's end.
I sigh out but rather not rise up to meet whoever it was this time; last time I did that, Rock Lee came charging in with death gripped hugs and fountains of tears. Best bet I have is sleeping out my last few days here without anyone talking to me, at all.
"She'll see us, I-I mean if she...wants to, r-right?" an another voice speaks softly; course this one is recognizable to me even as I stuff my face further into the pillow reeking of my fake perfume scents lingering about my hair.
"Come on in, not like I can do much even more now." I flip myself over, look over to the room's door with Kiba, Hinata, and off to the side Shino stood a statue of silences as those two before him contemplate on if I truly cared to see them after all the shit I yelled at them before my mission.
Happy as I am to see them I know otherwise why they are here to check up on me, which makes my mood sour back to pervious mood before they arrived.
"Satu, ho-how is...umm, your a-ar?"
Hinata started to ask a basic greeting question but fumbles as she wonders if I might become traumatic by its contents.
Course I know my arm is never coming back to me, it was ripped, shredded, bitten off, and dead from me as the event took place. First time I awoke after 8 weeks in utter pain and hurling my guts out some intern nurse had the balls, no that wasn't bravery to tell me of my current state, the idiotic mindset that I as an unstable patient should know of my lost appendage while I'm shrieking out as a my body tries to puke my spine out by now.
"Hina-chan, I'm pretty well considering the state my body is in after it went through." I weakly pull myself to an awkward, half right up sitting position faintly smiling at Hinata's shivering self.
I'm such a fucking douche to put Hinata through this, but even with my twisted guilt; I know she'll push out of this miserable state, long as she has her hidden conviction to get stronger I can shove aside the stifling guilt for a little longer.
"Man how you holding up in this dump?" Kiba ask as he glances about the hospital room's plain walls and disgusting mint green curtains.
"I would be tearing out a hole long before now!" shouting out Kiba states a pretty obvious fact that leave the room just as fast as he said it out, probably hoping for some, less gloomy conversation or at least something he could contribute to at the very less. Luckily we have Shino's complex to save the day. Somewhat if we want to justify it at all.
"So not worried I haven't said anything yet?" Shino's voice I could heard well enough to know how he must of looked; all gloomy near the closest corner or wall away from us, I slump back to my pillow as my back started to flare and tingle with awaking pain of pushing myself a little too much now.
This whole stuck in bed thing is not working for my mind, body, or patience; no wonder Kiba shouted
"I would be tearing out a hole long before now!"
I might take him up on that since I know full well I won't be any kind or any hole in the next year or so; at the less till I can stand alert, pain-free for a day then I can start up mayhem once more.
"We have to be going on, feel better soon, Satu."
Shino nods to me as he peeks from behind Hinata & Kiba's hovering figures using his casual demeanor to give his blessing/disguised goodbyes to me.
The two others falter at the words but move away, Kiba patted my head ruffling my bird nest hair while Hinata stumbled awkwardly into a warm filled hug with me latching on with my left feeling the cashmere texture of her jacket and gradually pulled away from each other knowing not to full well were we might be standing with one, another as of today. The three take their leave and I blurt the one thing I know I won't be regretting ever in my down failing life.
"I'm apologizing for my shrewd behavior from before, wish I could be bowing with respect and shame to you all but as you can tell that would be extremely painful and unadvised by Lady Hokage. I can't say we can be the same, I mean what now with my life I'm back at square in a heap of trouble and secrets surrounding me with even less of my self...I'm sorry guys, I really am."
I gulp down the pool of saliva trailing down my cheeks to stop my thirst, the door doesn't close and from what I see it stays ajar with the group standing, listening to blabbing nonsense.
"What might be forgiven by you may not be the case to the outside view, Satu." Shino calmly says before his footsteps step away fading into the hospital corridors.
"Please, Satu I-I want to be friends still I might have been struck by what you said but you are forgiven, okay?" Hinata's fragile voice strikes a confident tone but fades back to her bashful self at the end, but it works all the same to me, she to steps out with a brisk walk to catch up with Shino, leaving the dog-ninja to sum up their words or just walk out without a final remark.
"Listen to them, alright or you're going to be pretty dam bored for the rest if the week, bye." Kiba shrugs out his remark Just as he turns out the door closing it shut behind his faded footsteps.
Alone now I lay, swimming in the words I know needed to be said, but now I find them a distraction to what I have as the truth. I'm such a douche, but now I've placed myself in a category of thieving liars.
"Dammed I'm so going to hell for this." I half heartily sigh out shoving my face further into the orange scented pillow to drift into my first night without a shrieked scream and gory images to bolt me awake.
Slowly my mind wandered out into the back of my subconscious replaying a mixed distortion of my memories, some happy, so joyful I wanted to reach out and hold it keeping myself in those small innocence times before I threw it all away for a cheap trip to a place even I felt was never my home.
Soon the happy memories faded out as I let my guard down, settling firmly into the dreams so far from now, and the world around me collapsed. Pulling me to the places and times I ripped off for me to only think of when I'm dead and sent off to the hell I know I will be in once everything is sent loose.
The two eyes that appear past the hazy black fog stare down at me distort each other's expression. The left arches a eyebrow draining out a wide eyed glance with curiosity, the right leers with a deep downward of the eyebrow bringing out the malicious angry boiling inside it. Nothing more of the face clears out of the fog but I know the fanged and tainted smile is beyond, grinning like the Cheshire cat ready to take all it can withhold from its prey.
Sadly for me, I am and was the prey having now lost my way to this killer of fleshes, I shall lay down turning my face away from the gentle touches of my friends wincing horribly as they beg to know what had happen; but I will never tell, my gut screams to silences the thoughts of letting the secrets spring loose and my mind sits calmly turning the mechanism of a profound plan one that will fix my goal and trust here, but to do it I must throw away many values I have to reach the purity of it. Now is the time to strike and I'm the only to do it, alone.
"Satu, wake up now."
I groan out opening my eyes to the pillow of the hospital room, my first dream in such a long time I would not be screaming about yet I shiver worse than the dreams from before. The first dream to be brought out to revisit that day, and I feel myself smile wickedly into the pillow.
"Satu, wake up." again the faint unpleasant voice spoke out jostling me from my dreams. I turn over away from my smothering slumber to daze up at the biggest rack of any Naruto character, regrettably I speak out on this fact.
"Melon explosions dead ahead!" I laugh having a fit of pain both in my chest and my head as Tsunade chops her fury on me; even as a severely injured victim I was still on her bad side for whatever I was doing, or saying.
"Shit, did ya have to do that so hard, I'm freaking hurt here in your hospital, Lady Hokage can't you grant me that much?"
She leers down with a slow lean forward, her lips part slightly as if she were about to speak to me on something of importance but at that gesture my skin iced over in fear of something worse than a whack to the forehead. The day has come, the days of confess has appeared too soon from what I had thought would be my time to effortlessly lie out my teeth.
Which is what lead me to jump straight out the 2nd story hospital window plummeting downwards onto the shops below it and ran like hell on wheels knowing entirely I had to escape or facing the red threads of fate unraveling upon this world already on edge.