The Fire of Will
Ch. 1 – Ambush!
a/n: Italicized words denote thoughts. Also, in all of my fan fiction (not posted here T-T) I am the main character. Next order of business: This fic is rated 'M' for a reason, that reason being mainly gore and violence, language included. There may be some lemons later, I don't know how pleasant they'll be, probably some kakasaku. Of course, I'll be involved , but I'm not telling who else is involved just yet! Lastly, I don't own any Naruto characters, the only character I own in this fic is ME!!! Please R&R, I'm aware this fic will probably suck, but at least tell me how. I would like to ask you all to please continue reading after Ch. 1, I know Ch. 1 is not so good, but the story gets better as it progresses, I promise, all I can say is I wish someone would review with some suggestions for Ch. 1, because the rest of the fic is pretty good. I mean, I have over 700 hits for Ch.1, and only 8 for Ch. 15. cry. Thanks you guys for reading. Enjoy.
Ok, here we go.
She leaned against the railing of the tower, her long blonde hair swaying softly in the warm breeze. The starlight reflected in her dark eyes, illuminating her pale skin, shining on her drawn lips. Konoha… the village, though well protected now, was missing many familiar faces. True, some were only stationed along the borders. But so many…
Tsunade couldn't help but sigh softly at the sliver in the sky. The three of them had been born and raised in this village, how had he turned against everything that had strengthened him? Everyone who had supported him – yes, even loved him and shown him friendship. She was sure that he was somewhere out there, hiding, plotting, she was sure that somehow, he was behind all of this. But how? Where was he? She had long since stopped deploying elite groups and had canceled all s-class missions designed to search for him.
What could he possibly have to gain from these mindless games?
Orochimaru…
::Dream Sequence::
Humid darkness enveloped her. She breathed in the smells of damp dirt, and tasted iron on her tongue. Something sandy ground around in her mouth.
"Probably my teeth," she thought wryly.
Hands bound above her, she attempted to draw some chakra in hopes of pulling or even possibly melting the bindings apart. It was no use, her hands were bound back to back, preventing any hand seals.
"Damnit!"
She squirmed about uselessly, then was still.
"I don't need them to know I'm awake… Shit…"
The door slid open and blinding light hit her in the face like one of Lee's roundhouse kicks, slipping through the gaps in her brown black hair which she now noticed shielded most of her face from the direct path of the light. As her eyes adjusted slowly to the brightness, she noticed a few things. The first thing that struck her was the sight of her shattered ANBU mask on the dirt floor in front of her. Secondly, looking up from the floor, she saw that someone with silver hair stood mouthing noiselessly at her… no, she was able to hear him saying something, almost. Was that Kakashi? No, no way… It didn't fully sink yet, but somehow her ears weren't functioning properly and for her to have thought that the person in front of her was Kakashi meant that she was downright disoriented.
Then she saw it, and immediately a deep, dull pain blossomed first in her head, then throughout her body. Red washed over her vision, and nausea crept up and poured out of her bloody mouth onto the floor in front of her.
Her white armor had been completely slashed through, and where her side had been before, there was only a gaping, bloody, burned hole marring her once beautiful dulce de leche smooth skin. She realized she'd been critically wounded, and someone had done a shitty job trying to cauterize the deep wound. This was the only reason she breathed now, and with each painful breath afterwards, she swore that whoever made the cut, and whoever 'fixed' it would pay with their lives…
Outside, she continued to show the face that she usually wore under her now shattered mask, that deadly serious, silent face, the face of an ANBU assassin.
"This is still a mission…" she thought to herself, grasping at straws for control.
Cold sweat covered her body and she clenched what were left of her teeth in preparation for the blow that connected shortly with the side of her broken face.
"Are you even listening?" she heard vaguely from the form in front of her.
As her head tipped sideways from the force of the blow, blood poured out of her left ear, hitting the floor with a sickening splatter. Then the shock set in, and she realized someone must have deafened her.
"Damned sound-nins…"
Kabuto must have realized this as well when he saw the blood hit the floor because the next thing she felt was him grabbing the sides of her head and pulling it upright, pumping chakra into the wounded orifices. She lulled off slowly, as the healing, pain-relieving tendrils of chakra mended her broken head, and her last sarcastic thought before the blackness cam was,
"I wonder if he'll fix my side too, hm…"
He hated sharing his tent with her on missions. Oh, how he hated it. Unfortunately, being the youngest member of the squad meant he got dished all the shit, all the time. He had awoken to the sounds of her teeth grinding loudly, and he sat up and scooted out of his bedroll and across the tent as the dry heaving started up.
"Shit!" he panicked to himself. "She better not fucking puke in here, not on my new bedroll…"
He eyed his pillow and roll, but didn't dare to move them, out of fear that she'd wake up, which could possibly be worse than her up-chucking all over his new bedding.
"Why don't I ever get any sleep on these fucking missions…" He sighed aloud.
She started moving around and sighing. Finally, she shot straight up, sitting in the canvas tent looking around as if trapped. She threw an icy-hot look into Naruto's face, further highlighted by the dancing colors that seemed to spin in her hazel eyes that were now tinged with the gray-orange light of dawn. He felt her chill caress his heart, then grip it.
They sat looking at each other like that for what seemed like minutes, but what was really only seconds. He saw the fire in her eyes, the sweat beading on her slender, exposed neck. In the dim, grey light of the forest before dawn, he watched as her chest rose and fell rapidly but silently.
She blinked and broke the spell, coolly sauntering out of the tent.