Title: The Sapphire Leopard (Working Title)
Authoress: Ranter551
Rating: Mature for violence, cursing, and 'mature situations'.
Genre: Action/Adventure/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, because if I did, there would be a lot more Naru/Hina make-out scenes. XD But seriously though, I do own Ryoko and all other made-up characters. I also do not own the song 'Juicy'. That belongs to the band Better than Ezra.
Summary: AU. Twenty-two years ago, Kakashi's childhood friend Shimizu Ryoko disappeared, along with all his memories of her. Now, however, a strange tattooed woman has entered the village, and she has... been assigned to be Naruto's teacher? What the heck is going on?
Pairings: Naru/Hina, Kaka/OC
A/N: Welcome one, welcome all to the angst-ridden prologue of my first story! Umm.. I don't know what else to say so here we go!
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Prologue: Once Upon a Time
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The little blue haired girl opened her eyes to see only darkness. She was lying on the cold, damp floor in a place unfamiliar to her. Groaning as a wave of pain in her head nearly sent her back to the floor, the girl pushed herself up off the ground. She looked around again as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, but suddenly, the lights turned on, illuminating the cold, unfriendly warehouse.
"Help me!" The voice of a little boy shouted from across the room. A small boy, who couldn't be older then four or five, was lying on the floor, his limbs bound together with heavy chain. He was surrounded by a group of menacing men, each wearing a mask that obscured their facial features. "Help me!" He shouted again, struggling violently, but his tiny frame could do nothing to the strong metal.
She cried out in shock and began to run over to her friend, but suddenly a tall figure stepped in front of her, arms folded over his chest.
"Hello, brat." The figure said, voice muffled by a thick face mask.
She stopped dead in her tracks. "What did you do to him?" She cried, clenching her fists. Anger seemed to radiate off her small form.
Giving a low, cruel chuckle, the figure said nonchalantly, "Nothing.. as of yet. He is fine." He stepped forward and placed a hand on the girl's chin and lifted it upwards roughly. "But if you want him to stay fine, you'll do as we say."
The girl began to mold chakra, her hands coming together to form seals.
"Ah, ah ah." The figure said, signaling to the men, three of whom stepped forwards. One of the men nodded and pulled a foot back, then gave the boy a sharp kick in the stomach. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to your dear friend, would you? If you want us to let him go, you'll leave the village." He patted her on the head, a sadistic grin in his voice.
She slapped his hand away. "Go to hell!" She shouted, slipping into a fighting stance.
The figure snapped his fingers, and the boy-child's beating continued. One man gave him a kick to the face, another to the chest, and the last to his lower back. The figures pulled no punches, or kicks as it were. The boy's cries echoed in the warehouse, tears pooling on the dirty floor.
"No! Stop it! I-" The girl said, reaching out with one hand that slowly dropped to her side as she fell to her knees. She was defeated.
The sadistic tone was evident again. "Are you ready to do as we say?" He snapped his fingers twice and one of the men picked the boy up by the chains and held him about two feet off the ground, while a second grabbed his light hair and yanked backwards, exposing the pale skin of the boy's neck. The third took out a knife and held it to his neck.
She hesitated for one moment. Then she saw the third man press the knife to the boy's neck, causing a little stream of blood to appear. "Yes! I am!" She cried, voice full of emotion.
The figure snapped his fingers one final time, then said solemnly, "Good. The door is to your left. I expect you to be out of the village before the sun is set. I will not see you again, or you know what we will do." He stared at her with his arms folded over his chest, not saying anything further.
The girl slowly turned and began to walk towards the door, tears streaming down her face. She took one final glance over her shoulder, then broke into a run. She slammed open the door, running out of the warehouse, down the street, and towards the nearest gate. The sun was already very low in the sky, and she couldn't bare to let anything happen to her dearest friend, Hatake Kakashi.
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Fast Forward Twenty-Two Years
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Here We Go
A breeze floated in through an open window of a dark room, which was lit only by a few scented candles. The room was clearly that of a wealthy person, for the walls were lined with expensive paintings and tapestries. The carpets were a plush snow white, on which were an older man and a younger, blue-haired woman, who were locked in a truly intimate kiss.
I
got with somebody's date
You're like a soap Opera cover
My
lover self-automates
Juicy
Aw, Juicy
The man must have been approaching fifty or sixty, as his dark hair was graying quickly. He wore long, fancy robes, showing off his obvious riches. The man gazed at his companion with only lust in his eyes. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and began to caress the woman's full red lips, begging for entrance.
You say a-somebody say
You're like a salve for a leper
You're sweet for somebody's
pain
Juicy
Aw, juicy
Aw, juicy
The woman responded instantly, opening her mouth and deepening the kiss. Her long, unbound hair of purest sapphire was tossed about as she moved without fear of consequence. Whilst the man's eyes closed with pleasure, hers were wide open, glaring irritatedly at the vile man. Her form-fitting black leather suit shined in the low lighting, as did the metal of the kunai she clutched behind her back.
Yeah,
you got to live for your own
You say you got all the sordid
details
Check-out retail
Watch it sell
Now juicy
Aw,
juicy
"Aiko-chan.." The man moaned passionately, beginning to kiss down her neck. He fumbled momentarily with the zipper that ran down the front of her suit, but unzipped it after only minor trouble. He kissed down from her neck and began to suck slightly, leaving small red love bites on her tanned skin. The man's head traveled lower and when he was just above bust level, he paused, staring at a black tribal tattoo, resembling a ram's head, that lay right in the center of the woman's chest.
Mothers,
children on the street
Can't get enough to eat
Off the
record, dishes fly
Don't know the reason why
Meet me in the
check out stand
See who can be the lover man
Conscience
bleeding in a song
Guilty as the day is long
Goodbye
The man froze in fear; he knew what this meant. When he looked up, he was staring at a woman older then the one he had been just kissing. Her hair was cut far shorter, in choppy layers. In the front it had been dyed white, for what reasons the man would never know. "A-Aiko-chan?" He asked. "No.. who are you?"
Yeah,
you got to live for your own
You say you got all the sordid
details
Check-out retail
Watch it sell
I got to see that
lie
You say what you're going to say
You got to know it's a
bitter poison
Sapping all of your soul away
"Sorry,
love. That's for me to know." The woman whispered, smirking.
With one clean motion, she slashed open his throat. Blood sprayed
everywhere and the lifeless body fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Immeadietly two men rushed in. They gasped, seeing the tattoo on the
woman's chest. But before they could do anything, the half-naked
woman darted forwards and slit their throats, too. Their corpses fell
beside that of the target and slowly began to turn the pristine white
carpet red.
Yeah,
aw juicy
Juicy
Aw juicy
Aw juicy
Aw, ooh, aw, ooh,
yeah yeah yeah
She zipped up the leather suit, up to her neck, miffed slightly that the man had begun undressing her. The woman stared out of the open window, not particularly caring that she was surrounded by three dead bodies. She looked out and into the night, noting that she would have to be more careful with her henge. But her mission was complete, and now there was only one task she had left to complete.
Return to Konohagukare.
Juicy
A/N: So, what do you think? I like it so far. Forgive the crappy make-out scene, this is my first time writing, as I said before. -.-;; I'll probably come back and edit and re-edit this chapter, simply because it's alright now, but can be so much MORE!
By the way, if you'd like to suggest a new title, go right ahead. The one I have right now is just a working title.
