Welcome to my new story, Escape! This story features two characters from two of my previous stories here on . The plot of this story has nothing to do with those stories and nothing from the other stories applies to this one, just think of them as all new characters. Enough explanation, let's get started with Chapter one: Prologue
Kiera
I looked around this "new" village that was called "Leaf". This Leaf wasn't the one I remembered, well, I guess a lot of things can change in 93 years, can't they?
Damn…it's been a long time.
Wait, if it's been ninety three years…shit…that means I'm 110 years old, NOT good, I'm old. But…somehow…I still look seventeen. It's my own body and I don't even know what's wrong with me. Well, at least to this day and age I'm supposedly dead; to the people around me I'm just a ghost, an illusion, nothing.
That means nothing though, it's just me ranting again, I have quite an inflammable temper. My name is Shiro Kiera, Kiera being my first name of course, unless you're a moron who doesn't know a first from last name in the old style. As you heard before, I'm 110 years old, but my body is 17.The body of a short 17 year old, about 5'1". Hey, at least its better than being like, 6'right?
Memories from when I was younger are fading, except for one. That one will not go away. I still have scars, on my body and in my mind. But it isn't exactly a memory, it's a person. I still have nightmares; I don't sleep anymore, no matter how exhausted I am.
In short, I want that bastard dead. I want him fucking stone cold dead. He better watch out for me, because I'm coming. I will be his demise; and I will have no remorse for anything that I do.
Iris
I was running down the street; this goddamn village gets so worked up over anything. But they did get one thing right with training their ninja, they were pretty fast. I mean why chase me, all I did was insult the hokage and call him "an old bag of shit with no use because lacks penis."
It's really not that bad, I mean really I could do much worse than THAT. Anyway, they were practically asking for it when they let me in to "talk to him". Talk? Yea fucking right. If you talk to me it's a similar experience to talking to an ass, if asses could talk, of course. But anything's possible, right?
While I run away from people let me tell you about myself, it couldn't hurt. My name is Iris. I…don't know my last name, nobody does. I sort of don't have any parents or siblings. This village refuses to tell me anything too, they hate me. It's because of not who I am, but what I am. If I was normal my parents would still be alive and I would be normal.
Ugh I hate talking about that, it makes me all depressing. So, I'm a blonde, a bright blonde. I have blonde moments. Oh shit oh shit especially now. CRASH.