A/N: Hi guys. As some of you may know, the original owner of this account, my elder sister, is no longer with us. T_T Last year, she and I were working together on a Naruto story. It's an OC story, mind you. But, I felt it was just right to upload this story. I will update when I find the time, but the writing style may not be as good as some parts of this one as well as her other story. If you read this: thank you. If you don't: It's OK I understand.
o[The Forgotten Experiment]o
It was a damp room, containing a only a small metal table draped with a cloth. Above the table, a dim light flickers, revealing splotches of blood above the table. One man stood over it, waiting for his work to be done, eager to see the results. He stroked his long, dark hair and grinned ear to ear when he saw the viscous black fluid slowly ooze through the surgical hose. The faint beeping of a heart monitor reverberated through the desolate room, speeding up and intensifying as the liquid flowed downward into its target body. The body convulsed and the heart monitor flatlined. The body was that of a young boy, his pale face caked in sweat and grim, and his white hair tainted with splashes of blood. His chest stopped rising and the room went completely silent.
"Dammit, a failure," he muttered, looking down at the corpse beneath him. He took his surgical scalpel and brought it to the boy's jugular, hoping to salvage some of his blood. As he was about to puncture the now-cold skin, he was stopped by a hand.
"Sarutobi-sensei," the man said.
"Orochimaru," the Sandaime Hokage responded, his voice laced with remorse. "It seems there was no hope for you after all..."
The scientist, the madman, the strongest of the three legendary Sannin, smiled maliciously, licking his lips with an abnormally long tongue, and let out a maniacal laugh.
"Kukuku, I believe it's time for me to take my leave now, Sensei," Orochimaru chuckled, leaving in a swirl of leaves.
The war-hardened old man was now alone in the room with a seemingly dead body. He sighed, and released the black staff in his hands. The staff disappeared in a puff of white smoke and in its place stood a white-furred ape wearing a Konoha headband.
"Sarutobi, you let him get away again. Why didn't you stop him? You know you could have," the white ape, Enma, boss of the ape summons inquired.
"I know old friend. I know. I just...i just couldn't bring myself to do it," the elder replied, letting out another silent sigh, as Enma puffed back to his own realm.
The Sandaime stood there, his eyes truly showing his old age, staring at the young body in front of him.
'Another young life ruined. Another fire extinguished.' he thought to himself. He was suddenly jerked from his thoughts when the beeping sound resumed, more rapid and louder than before. His eyes widened when purple tendrils of chakra burst from the body, casting off the bloody blanket and lifting it into the air. The chakra then condensed, mainly to the boy's left arm and eye. He gently floated back down, as the chakra disappeared. The heart monitor had been broken by the strange chakra, but Hiruzen was able to tell that the boy lived by the rising and falling of his chest.
He gently picked up the boy and shunshined back to the village.
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Timeskip 3 years
Jinsei=6 years old
My name is Jinsei Mijimena. I'm only 6 years old, but I'm on the road to being a ninja, as ordered by Sarutobi-sama. He told me that I'm too formal with him, but I don't understand why I shouldn't respect the man who saved my life. He also says that I'm very mature for my age and that I should never remove the bandages that cover my left arm and eye. I don't mind though because Sarutobi-sama always knows what's best for me. I don't mind anyway because it keeps my hair out of my face. I hate my hair. It's white. It makes me look old. It makes me stand out. I hate my hair.
I got out of bed, squinting at the bright light shining through the window. Shambling over to the bathroom, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I frown at all of the white in the mirror. My white hair is sticking out in all directions, (like Naruto's LOL) much to my annoyance, and my skin is still very pale, despite my living in one of the sunniest places in the world. I splash water in my face, wet my hair, forcing it down and brushing it to the right side of my face. It's still sticking up in the top, but I don't mind it that much. I'm just happy I can see my eye. I like my eye. I really do. It's the nicest shade of purple.
I doff my plain white sleeping attire and don my casual attire, a black T-shirt and grey, ninja-pants. (You always have to be ready to run.) I walk over to the kitchen, make a simple breakfast, a slice of toast with butter, and exit my apartment, which I own because Sarutobi-sama deemed it unsafe for me to stay at the orphanage. He said something about another orphan two years older than me. Naruto, I think was his name.
I eat as I walk to school, nodding at passersby who give me a curt nod or smile. Thank Kami-sama Sarutobi-sama didn't tell anyone where or how he found me.
I arrive at the academy 10 minutes early and sit in my usual seat in the back of the room by the window. As I wait, I look outside at the children my age playing outside. Bored of watching them, I decide to do something more productive and train my chakra control, creating
various shapes and images with my dense, purple chakra. I put my hands on my lap as the rest of my class trickles in. My class is mostly comprised of people twice my age, but that doesn't phase me, since they don't treat me badly like some people thought they would. In fact some of the girls in class often crowded around me and commented on my cuteness. These comments made me embarrassed, so I usually blushed and look down, hoping that they would leave me alone. However, these actions made them fawn over me even more. Girls don't make any sense at all.
I gently place my head on my arms and stare at the front of the room while the girls coo at how I look like a "cute little baby." Today is the day though, the day I can graduate and take my first step towards becoming a great Jonin and making Sarutobi-sama proud.
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POV SHIFT TO 3rd PERSON
The whole class is chatting amongst each other, overflowing with excitement and anxiety towards their upcoming graduation. There are a total of 30 twelve year old students and 1 six year old. The one six year old is the calmest, simply sitting in the corner, his head on his
hands as he awaits the arrival of his sensei.
The door suddenly slams shut, and in walks a young woman with brown hair tied into a ponytail. She is wearing the standard chunnin uniform. She clears her throat, effectively silencing the whole class.
"Good morning class!" she says cheerfully.
"Good morning, Rana-sensei!" the whole class responds, in unison.
"Today, you will all be taking a test to see if you are ready to be ninjas or not. If you fail, you can either go into a civilian field of work or stay here and try again next year. This test will consist of a taijutsu, target practice, and ninjustsu portion. We are going to start with the taijutsu portion. You will all draw a number from this box for your matches. Jinsei, you're with me since we have an odd number of students."
The students paired up and sparred in the given order. Most of them were average, but every once in a while, a child from a ninja family or clan would spar and get higher marks than their peers.
Finally, it was Jinsei's turn to spar with Rana-sensei.
