White Rose

So this is my first attempt to do a Fanfiction. I started this project to improve my English skills and to have fun. I'll be happy to see your ratings and reviews.

I do not own Naruto

Edit: I've put some of the chapters together since they alone seemed so awfully short

Story

Author's commentary/Yelling

Thoughts/Dreams/Memories

Cold Summer

There was this white light surrounding myself. I couldn't help but stare. I didn't know where I was, neither what I was doing here. After a while I could identify petals falling from the white light i would call a sky. A beautiful smell entered my nose and for unknown reasons I whispered something into the air: "White rose..."

I felt so comfortable in this unknown light that I closed my eyes. I could feel every petal gliding to the ground although none of them touched me. And the scent of this flower sent my body to a far and distant place, a long forgotten memory. A memory that I had no access to.

As a petal touched my lips and the light began to fade I hesitantly opened my eyes again.

I was resting with my back on a grass field staring at the sunset. Slowly I could identify my surroundings. It seemed to me that I was in a forest, the temperature told me that it was probably summer. A small river was flowing beneath my feet. I sat up while wondering where the light and the white petals had gone. As I moved myself closer to the river I could feel my head was aching terribly. I looked at the reflection of myself in the river but couldn't remember the face I was looking at.

The person in the river had a young but athletic body. Soft, ruby lips and ruby coloured eyes. The slightly tanned skin looked hypnotizing in combination with the pure white hair that had a single bloodred streak hanging down the right shoulder. The colours of the persons skin, hair, eyes and lips fitted perfectly together. As I lowered my head to the river to take a closer look, I spotted slightly pointed ears. Unbelieving I started to touch my ears and a bit later my whole face. The feeling on my fingertips and my cheeks reassured me that I was looking at my own reflection. Slightly irritated I started to wash my face with the icy but fresh water from the river 'I guess I'll get used to my reflection soon... at least I hope...'

As I felt refreshed I looked at my clothing. I wasn't wearing a lot at all, besides that my clothes were filthy and drenched in blood, I felt ashame of my appearance. I looked at myself again. I wasn't sure if the blood was mine or from somebody else, so I thought I'd better check myself for injuries. Mostly I found a few scratches and a bruise, but the only bloody injury I found was on my head. It didn't bleed anymore, but it quite hurt when I touched it.

I decided to wash myself since I was so messed up. I took a look around to see if somebody was near before I undressed myself. Trembling I entered the river and began to wash my body and my so called clothes, they were merely made out of rags. I really wished I had something more comfortable than that, but I couldn't change my position now, due to the fact that I had no idea where or even WHO I was. I stopped at this thought. I would most probably need a name until I remembered my own 'If that would ever happen anyways...'.

I searched my head for some names as I continued to wash my body. After a while I was cleaning my feet, wishing I had at least a tiny bit of soap. There was this spot on my ankle which was covered in dirt and I could rub as hard as I wanted, the mud hardly left it's position. A few minutes later I gave up on this apparently impossible attempt to make that thing go away. I couldn't help myself, I just had to know what the hell was sticking so hard to my ankle.

I bent over to analyze that spot on my left foots ankle as I was hit hard by something and fell together with the unknown thing into the river. 'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!',I took a deep breath of fresh air by the time I reached the surface of the water. The water temperature gave my body a hard time swimming to the riverbank where I had left my clothing. I had been quite occupied cleaning myself up so I hadn't noticed that the night had already fallen a while ago. The water was surely cold, but after I left it I felt even more miserable. Quickly I picked up my clothes and hid my privates just to realize that somebody was approaching my position. My body stiffened due to the cold and the fear I was feeling. I couldn't move an inch while the human shadow moved closer to me. I lost the feeling of my feet, 'DAMN! How did it get so cold in such a short time?!'

I took a glance at the river to see what had hit me just to realize that the surface was turning into ice. Since I was drenched, the water on my body was now completely frozen and left me immobile. Only my eyes and my mouth were able to move a little bit. What the hell was happening?! And how was it possible that a complete river froze in such little time?! By the time the shadow was standing right in front of me, his eyes inspected every inch of my body: "What a beautiful little girl. I think I'm going to take you as a reward for finishing of that shinobi... I guess you're freezing, let me change that." My eyes widened, I watched the man do a series of symbols with his hands, I was so scared at this moment. As the man stopped moving his hands the water on my body started to become warmer and warmer. As the ice melted I sank to the ground giving out a relieving sigh. "Just stay here lovely... I'll be back as soon as I killed that annoying, little vermin...", I just couldn't look into his eyes, scared as I was I pressed the rags I had so tight to my body as I could. The man slowly left my position and walked over to the middle of the iced river, I took the chance and slowly moved away searching for a hideout. I found a few bushes that gave me somewhat of a shelter and dressed myself quickly.

After a short while I could hear ice breaking, fighting and earth rumbling. That man was probably fighting with that what he called a shinobi. I didn't know why that word sounded so familiar, but I decided that I didn't want to be the reward for his triumph over that shinobi. Before I stood up to run away an unpleasant thought stung my head - 'He can manipulate water... What other abilities might he have?... He didn't stop me from crawling to the bush... Running away is probably useless...', a feeling in my stomach confirmed what I was thinking.

I sat there behind the bushes listening to the two humans fighting, the sound was hypnotizing. My ears seemed to recognize some of that noise. I closed my eyes and in my imagination I could see every move the two of them made. I opened my eyes again and started to watch the two fighting persons. I really wondered that my eyes could follow each and every move both of them made. They were both moving at such a high speed, I could hardly trust my eyes. I had never seen something like this before, but since I didn't have a lot of memories stored in my head, that wasn't so hard at all. I sighed hopelessly at this point.

I started to study the appearance of the two fighters, maybe I could remember something if I saw something familiar. The man who could manipulate the water had a pair of wide, black and white camouflage trousers, a black tank top, black shoes and bandages all over his arms. His hair was short and the colour was a really dark shade of blue. He looked so scary. It was written all over his face that he wasn't a nice guy at all. It's like he had a dark aura around him, I could have sworn that I had seen something. My senses went to alarm and panic struck my head. If he was going to kill this shinobi and I would be his prey, he would most probably do terrible things to me. I prayed at that moment, that this terrifying man wouldn't win the battle.

Filled with panic I analyzed the human that was fighting this monster. The shinobi was a man dressed in quite dark clothes. Dark blue trousers – dark blue, long sleeved shirt – black shoes – green west – a dark blue headband with metal on it – dark blue hair and a beard – a quite sympathetic face and some symbols here and there on his outfit. One of the symbols looked like the symbol of fire to me. I didn't know how I knew that but there was something else that caught my full attention. His headband and the symbol on it. I knew that I had seen it somewhere before, on a photo, somebody was wearing the same headband, but I couldn't remember who was wearing it. This thought irritated me, but now was not the time to think of it. I watched the shinobi and the monster fight again.

Their fight was merciless. Both were using totally different weapons and techniques to fight each other. The monster had a weapon made of iced water. I wondered how he could manipulate the water that it didn't break on contact with the metal weapons the shinobi was using. The shinobi used two short blades that sometimes seemed to glow blueish. Their fight went on until the shinobi made a fatal step.

The result of this fauxpas was like spikes in my eyes. The shinobi hit the ground with a big, bleeding wound and the monster above him was laughing, ready for the finishing stroke. I couldn't watch! My hopes were fading! I didn't even notice that I started sobbing and crying by this time. I closed my eyes tightly and pressed my hands against my ears.

'Please don't let him get me... please... please...'...

The next thing that happened scared the shit out of me. While I was crying, sobbing and praying I couldn't see or hear a thing that happened between the monster and the shinobi. I knew that one of them was dead by now. My tense body was waiting for what would happen next, but nothing seemed to happen. The waiting in combination with the tension was unbearable. After a while I started to relax and to slowly calm down a little bit.

As I was about to open my eyes again I felt a hand on my shoulder. My body and senses tensed again making me ready to run away in panic. I almost jumped up, although I knew pretty well that I wouldn't stand a chance. I didn't know why, but nothing happened. The hand left my shoulder again 'What is his intention? What will he do to me?...' After a short while I felt his hand again on my hand. His other hand was doing the same. He tried to get my hands of my ears, but I insisted on not doing what he wanted. The monster put more strength to his actions so that my grip loosened a bit, I heard him say something: "You... okay... man... you?" I couldn't understand everything he was saying, but his voice sounded so different. I wasn't sure what to do. The person in front of me still pulled my hands away from my ears and tried to talk to me: "Are you... girl? Did that... you or... you?"

I gave up at this point and let him control the movement of my arms: "W.. W.. What did you s.. s.. say?", I hiccuped. "I was asking if you were alright girl. Did that pedophile slave trader touch or hurt you?", this voice sounded so warm and kind, totally different to the monster I had in mind. I slowly opened my puffy eyes to see the shinobi kneeling in front of me: "Did you understand what I was saying? Are you okay girl?"

I was so relieved that I started to cry again. The man let go of my hands as I hugged him tightly and we fell to the grass because he couldn't hold his balance anymore: "Heh, kiddo you got me of guard there... I could use a cigarette...", he muttered. I just kept on sobbing into his green west: "Thank you... thank you... thank you..."

"Just calm down girl. He won't come back to hurt you, but could you please get off of me, I need to take care of some injuries...", I sat up and helped him to do the same. I stared at his big bleeding wound: "I'm sorry... I was just so happy that, that monster didn't kill you. I would have been his reward if he did, that's what he said and it scared me so much! I didn't know what to do and... and... and...", I was crying again bathing my cheeks in salty tears.

"Just calm down kid. It's gonna be okay....", I tried my best to calm myself down and managed to stop crying, "Good girl. Now, could you try helping me with my wounds?", I gave him a quick nod. Together we went to the river that was flowing like nothing had happened. I looked around but couldn't find the corpse of the monster. The shinobi must have taken care of that somehow while I was waiting behind the bushes for something to happen. At the river I ripped a off a bit of cloth from my so called shirt, leaving my belly uncovered: "I'm sorry but I don't have anything else", I drenched the fabric in water and started to cleanse his wound, luckily it wasn't bleeding that much. "It's okay. I lost most of my stuff during the fight. I'll have to help myself with what I find. Anyway, tell me how you got into his collection, I need some infos from you..."

"Uhm... I... I don't think I was in his collection..."

"You don't think you were in his collection?"

"Well... I actually don't remember...", I could feel the blood rising to my face. I felt so ashamed.

"How did you get to this lake?"

"I... don't remember...", I lowered my head because I didn't want to look into his eyes.

"How old are you?"

"I... don't know..."

"What's your name kiddo?"

"... don't have one...", I murmured. He probably didn't hear that.

"What did you say?"

"I... I... don't have a name...", I stopped cleaning his wound.

"You okay girl?"

"No...", I took a deep breath. Since this man saved me I thought I could trust him, "I just woke up about an hour before your flying body hit me. I can't remember anything that happened before I woke up. I don't know how I got here, where the heck I am or who I am...", I was looking into his eyes. Maybe he knew something, maybe he could help me.

He just sat there for minutes, staring into my eyes before he broke the silence again: "I can tell you're saying the truth. You probably have amnesia or a special Jutsu must have been cast on you."

"I think it's amnesia. I have a spot on my head that hurts really bad when I touch it, but tell me... Why should I lie to you? And what is a Jutsu?"

"You really don't have a clue do you?", I shook my head.

He sighed and raised his hand to my head: "Lemme see that wound...", I bent forward so that he could examine my injury. It took him quite a long time before he pulled his hands away and I straightened up: "Looks pretty bad kiddo. You sure you can't remember anything?"

I shook my head again.

"Okay girl, listen up. I'll go to the next village with you, it's not far away from here. They have a medical practice there. The doctor can treat our wounds properly and we can rest in the inn. I will see what I will do with you afterwards. On the way I'll tell you some things that might save your life girl", I nodded with a little concern written on my face.

"Don't be afraid", he smiled, "I'm one of the good guys, I'll help you", I smiled back at him.

After a while he let out a loud sigh: "Well, since we are traveling together we'll need a name for you", he kept looking at me as I changed my position from kneeling to sitting 'Phew, much more comfortable...'

"How about Bara-chan?", he smirked.

"Where did you get that name from?"

"Your tattoo looks like a rose so I thought of Bara"

"What tattoo?!", I looked shocked at my body.

"On your ankle. Not even sure it is one though...", he pointed a finger to my ankle.

I remembered the suspicious thing on my ankle I was going to investigate before this shinobi hit me and focused again on that point. He was right, it seemed to be a tattoo. It looked like a rose, but not like a real one. More like an ornament or an tribal, some kind of symbol: "Haven't seen this before...", I mumbled.

"So? Like the name?"

"Yeah", I looked up and smiled, "I think I can go with that. Although I think I'll need some time to get used to it."

"I can imagine that, kiddo..."

"So, Bara it will be..."

"Well in that case... Nice to meet you Bara, my name is Asuma", he smiled and gave me a short nod...