8/28/16
The Fanfic will start off during the Warring States Period in the Anime Naruto, If you haven't read or watched Naruto... then how the hell did you end up here? Regardless even if you dont watch or Read Naruto I guess you can still read without getting confused.
Future WARNINGS:Blood,Gore,War,Death,Major Spoilers to the show so its not my fault if you read something you shouldn't have.
Disclaimers: I Do Not Own Naruto, Amaya Corban was created by me and If you have the same name good for you, I'm Not sure if anyone else has done the same/a similar Fic so I can't say that I own the plot
'No One Dreams When They Blink' ~ Not Telling
"Amaya! Come downstairs would you? Dinner is ready!" A voice no doubt belonging to my mother called out from the dining room.
I closed and bookmarked the worn book that I'd been reading and stood up sliding out of the dusty grey cave I called a bedroom. I closed the door behind me with a quiet click, but not without the creaking of course. I glided down the staircase gracefully, well as gracefully as one can when there are steps missing from old age and slid into the dining room to find my ashen faced mother trying to get my younger ten year-old brother to eat his veggies in vain.
I watched my mother dead Talia Corban, try to convince my golden haired brother Kyle that 'no' Veggies aren't poisonous, and 'no' you won't die'. I sighed and walked up to my flustered mother, gently taking the fork held in her hands that trembled ever so slightly.
I shooed her away and watched as she disappeared into the kitchen with a disgruntled expression.
I then proceeded to spear a fresh broccoli stump on the silver tips of the fork and turned to my brother's pouting face and defiant stance. I pushed the fork into his smaller hands. "Here eat it"
Kyle shook his head in disgust. I frowned.
"Eat it for your big sister won't you?" I asked in her most pleading and sweetest voice I could manage. Kyle looked at the fork in his hands and took a small tentative bite. I smiled.
Just as Kyle went in for another bite, a sharp scream pierced the air from the kitchen area which was followed by the sound of struggle and a few incoherent yells, ending in silence after a muffled bang was heard.
I froze at the sounds. Then a mere second later, I grabbed my stunned brother's upper arm and pushed him under the dining table making shushing sign with a finger to my lips. The panicked fifteen year-old quickly backed away from the table hoping that Kyle would stay quiet and still.
No sooner had I backed up, a tall man wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans with spiky black hair that was barely slicked back, walked out into the dining room from the kitchen area holding a shiny black and silver hand gun.
His familiar cold ice blue eyes bore into my own. I took a few shaky steps back, my heart beat accelerating. He walked passed the cream cloth clad dining table that currently hid Kyle, which allowed me to let out a tense sigh of relief.
The relief was quickly replaced with a high pitched yell of pain, bordering a scream. I dropped to the floor my back hitting the wall with a dull thud, I held my hand to my chest where my left lung would be, and warm red liquid slowly trickled from between my fingers a few seconds later.
I looked up with pain and hate filled eyes glaring at the man who held the object that had given me such pain.
The blue eyed intruder walked over to Amaya's trembling body and kneeled, the used gun swung innocently in his now limp hand.
"Bast-ard" Amaya coughed and blood slipped down her chin leaking out from the edge of her mouth.
Blue eyes kept a neutral face, "Little sister… It's time" Amaya's elder brother held the gun to her forehead and his callous finger curled around the trigger. "Good Bye"
Amaya's eyes swirled with unspoken words of hate.
I was quickly engulfed in darkness.
I never thought about where I might end up when I died. Mostly because I never thought that I would die at a mere age of fifth teen years. You know how people say that depending on what you did in your life you'd go to either heaven or hell? Well, when I awoke.
I wasn't greeted by bright light or singing angles, I wasn't thrust into an unbearable scorching hot wasteland filled with demons and grotesque beasts, and I certainly didn't find myself reincarnated into someone else's baby with my memories intact.
No.
I simply saw darkness, I floated in a never ending void of black that seemed to wrap around me like a blanket, and it was stifling.
At first I decided that this might've been a cruel joke placed on me by the outer worldly forces, but then I began to wonder, that perhaps maybe I'm just stuck in a waiting lobby, and by that I was thinking along the lines of 'Well hey, maybe the other worldly forces have plenty others to deal with first, so maybe… I just have to wait?'
So that's exactly what I did. I Waited.
During my waiting time I thought about my life, going through some of my past memoires I realised that some of the things I had done weren't honourable or pride inducing. Despite that, Funnily enough, I didn't regret anything I had done.
I don't know how much time had passed, but eventually I started to feel a powerful pull, much like a vacuum big enough to suck up a fully grown elephant. I didn't resist.
From here on it gets a little difficult to explain the sensations I felt, but I'll try my best.
After being pulled forward through the darkness, I suddenly felt like I had been shoved in a washing machine, as it sloshed me back and forth inside, the void crushing me in different directions at once and then wrapping around me like water. Then almost as quick as the first instance, I found myself feeling as if I had been pushed into a dryer to repeat the process again, only the opposite of the washing motion from before.
Then, I suddenly felt nothing. Numb I guess you could say. Like I had been instantly dipped in cold water numbing me to the core. Did I even have a core anymore?
But I suddenly realized, I could hear. Sound assaulted my ears.
It wasn't exactly pleasant though, more like the screams and yells of battle, the sounds of blade against blade ringing in the air and shortly after I soon found that I could smell the tangible scent of blood and death.
Yeah I know, 'Happy Times'.
Eventually I figured out that I was no longer floating in darkness and instead simply had my eyes closed. Oh how I wished I'd kept them closed. Bright light blinded me for a moment and so I blinked clearing away the balls of light that hovered on the edge of my vision. I found myself staring directly upwards at an ominous grey cloud that had saved me from the sun's harsh gaze, a moment before.
But I couldn't see what was actually happening around me and so I decided to see if my numb body was functional and twitched my hands. Luckily my muscles responded. However with that slight twitch the feeling came back to my skin and I could feel something cold and sticky covering nearly half of my face.
I lifted my fully functional hand to my soaked cheek and brought my wet fingers to my eyes. My hands shook a little as I saw the red liquid staining my pale finger tips. I jolted my body upwards into a sitting position almost instantly.
I found my clothes unusual and in a distasteful dark navy that was so dark it looked black, and seemed to be some strange sort of long sleeved mantle that split down the lower half. The sleeves met at my wrists and the high collar touched the bottom of my chin and it was tied at the waist with a white belt of sorts.
Even stranger I found my calves, ankles, wrists and forearms wrapped tightly in white bandages but I didn't seem to have any injuries in those areas. My feet were bare to the air with the exception of a pair of black sandals.
I noticed that attached to my belt was a pouch, containing what I had no idea.
For some reason I had a nagging thought in my mind that my entire outfit seemed boyish and familiar almost. I shook the feeling away and tried to stand. I was a little unsteady at first but I managed to straighten up.
My assumption that I had been placed in the middle of a war was sadly correct. All around me lay the bodies of fallen people; some wore clothes similar to my own which made me question everything even more than before. I noticed that on their backs was some sort of 'paddle' design? With the top Red half separated by a gap and the bottom half completely white.
Sprinting at impossible speeds and leaping up and battling in the air at dangerous heights, were the few remaining fighters. I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping as a man with the 'paddle' on his back leaped up and spun mid-air to bring down his own katana on an unsuspecting man with long brown hair that wore some strange red Armor and a metal… head plate?.
The head plate had a confusing symbol that looked much like a double sided pitch fork.
The man with the red Armor easily defeated the attacker with a simple kick that threw the 'paddle' man across the rocky terrain and into a rock like a ragdoll.
I gulped as another man wearing similar navy clothing as myself with medium length spiky black hair, lunged at the Pitch fork forehead man. In one second both men had created a medium sized crater in the ground that was as wide as a car.
My eyes widened and I took a step back. My right foot stepped on something that definitely did not feel like rock, a slight cracking sound travelled from underneath my foot to my ears. I quickly spun around and looked down to find that I had stepped on a white animal mask of sorts; it looked smooth, firm and shiny and had two pointy triangles on the top that looked suspiciously like a cat's ears, the thin almond eye slits were outlined in black giving it a mysterious look.
Unfortunately I had stepped on it causing a crack to appear on the mask that trailed from the top left half of the nose, across the bridge of the nose then along the right cheek to finally reach the right edge of the face.
Strangely something in my mind forced me to reach down and pick it up; I turned it over in my hands trailing my fingers across the crack line. I noticed that there were faded lines where paint had once been, and only now did I realize how dirty it was.
I suddenly had a very powerful urge to put it on, so I did as my mind had strangely suggested and tied the mask on using the two pieces of red cloth that entwined through small holes in the corners of the face. The cracked and worn mask sat perfectly on my face as if it was made for me.
The sound of yelling brought me back to the present and I spun around to see that the man who had been fighting Pitch Fork forehead had rushed over to a younger man who looked a lot like him and was currently bleeding from his chest.
I watched as pitch fork forehead and some guy with stark white hair that would've given my mother a heart attack, converse with the two spiky haired men.
My moment of staring was interrupted when I felt, more like saw, a rather short man run up to me with a sword drawn ready to no doubt kill me. His eyes emitted hatred and fear. He swung his sickeningly familiar blade towards me.
I found my body moving by itself, I dodged the swing with ease that I'd never had in my past life. Wait, that's right, Aren't I dead?
I'd never moved the way that I was moving right now, but it was almost as if every move my opponent made, my mind was instantly flooded with information on what to do.
I realized that the body I currently used to punch, kick, jump and doge with, was most certainly not my own and the knowledge of being surrounded by dead people was looming in the back of my mind threatening to invade my thoughts but I didn't have time to break down in the middle of a fight for my life.
But I had also figured out that the person I was currently struggling to push back was actually probably a boy no older than ten. I felt an ache in my chest as I remembered my own little brother.
However all doubt was pushed out of my mind as the boy threw sharp knife like things at me that looked like if common jewellery and a knife had children that would be it. Lucky for me the boy's aim was terrible. Not that I'm saying I'm any better.
Within the span of a few minutes I was panting and worn out and possibly close to passing out, this had to be more exercise than I'd ever done within two years.
The boy came running at me with a small knife like thing. So I stayed kneeling exaggerating my breaths and waited for the last second before throwing a handful of dirt and sand into the boy's eyes.
As he cried out in pain and surprise I kicked him in the stomach, I didn't have the heart to kick his 'parts' sending him back a few centimetres and watched in triumph and a little sliver of guilt as he toppled to the ground crying, trying to rub his eyes clear of sand.
I drew my gaze back to where the spiky haired men and the Pitch Fork Forehead were still standing. My short and pathetic battle had only been a few seconds long. Thank the lord.
I watched intently as the man with the long brown hair and red Armor offered a hand to the dark haired men. The tallest one took a step forward but hesitated when the smaller version of him said something to him. The tallest frowned and then glanced back up at Pitch Fork Forehead before suddenly disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Which by the way, I found very cool. Almost immediately after the two disappeared many 'Paddle' back men walked over to the pitch fork heads and kneeled with their hands free of weaponry.
I decided right then and there that is was time to book it. So like any other confused recently deceased fifteen year old, I sprinted towards the treeline that sat on the outskirts of the battle field. Lucky for me no one stood in my way too preoccupied to notice me and I reached the trees in due time, And as such I promised myself that later when I was sure I was safe I would kneel and praise the heavens.
I crashed through the bushes and sprinted faster than a guy who'd just been told by his girlfriend that she was home alone. Which might I add is 'very' fast, Through the undergrowth and unfortunately there were many times where I nearly fell flat on my face as my feet caught on branches and thick roots lying on the ground. Yes, Very convenient.
When I finally stopped I gasped for air before looking up to see that I had stumbled onto a road of sorts, I took a step forward when I heard the cliché sound of a stick snapping under something heavy.
I spun around and I was suddenly hit by serious vertigo. No, really I was. Then I fell onto my back, hitting my head hard against the earth causing me to see some whacky stars that juggled, it was then that I met my old friend.
Darkness.
12:01AM A/N: Whelp this is my first go at writing a Naruto fanfic, I finally worked up the mind to do it. This is my second try at Fan fiction writing, I hope you enjoyed if not,well... not my problem. I won't refuse grammar,spelling and concept corrections. Same goes for CCriticism although I really don't care too much about that. I'll try to keep these unnecessary Author notes shorter in the future too. I'll try to update in possibly 1-3 days
Sorry I'm not sorry
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