This story was written by my friend, since she doesn't have an account or internet on her computer so she can't get one either.
Neither I nor my friend own Naruto. My friend owns the plot to this story and the OC. Enjoy!
Friend: Before I officially begin writing this story, I must let you know that Naruto will NOT be the main character of this fan fiction. But no worries, he will be featured in many chapters. My OC is the main character. This story will be from her point of view, her name is Nyoko (Japanese for gem or treasure). I really hope you like it, and if you want me to write more, please review saying so, THANKS!
My name is Nyoko Taka. I am 5ft 6', light-skinned, and 14 years old. I have short dark brown boyish hair and brown eyes that turn hazel when I……
Well, before I tell you that, let me tell you about my childhood. When I was born, In France, my village was being attacked by a creature called The Dragon of Death, a blood-thirsty flesh eater with fierce hazel eyes and black scales. (Note: Nyoko does not have a French accent) It also had immeasurable powers. The only way to defeat it was to seal it inside of the last born of my clan, me. After that was done, another creature came to collect the remains of the village and rebuild what was destroyed, The Dragon of Life. Once it was finished, The Dragon of Life sealed itself inside me to control the Dragon of Death. Until, that day came……my 4th birthday.
I'm sure you have heard of the saying, "Everyone makes mistakes." Well, that's including the Dragon of Life. My father was cutting lettuce that day for dinner. Then he accidently cut his hand. The Dragon of Death inside me, it made me inhale the smell of his blood. That's when my eyes turned into a venomous hazel and I lost control. Suddenly, it began controlling my body. I couldn't control it any longer, I attacked my father and….devoured him. When I finally came to, I saw nothing but blood all over myself and the room. Then I turned only to see my mother with tears in her eyes calling me that name that I strongly despise, "You monster!" From that day, I have been exiled and shunned by everyone in France. Even all the churches rejected me. Ever since that day, my life has been a living hell. Until, when I was 7, I met Gaara.
He was swinging on the swings all alone watching little kids play ball. But then one of the kids kicked it to high and it got stuck on the roof. Gaara did the nicest thing; he can control sand, so he made it get the ball off the room for them. He looked so shy and timid when he said.
"Here." Trying to give them back the ball. Suddenly, the kids looked at him with fear, and ran from him. Leaving him alone with a sad look. Feeling his pain, I walked up to him and said,
"Um, I thought what you did was very nice." He looked up at me with some kind of shocked look.
"Wanna be friends?" I asked. He looked stunned, and then he gave me a big smile and said cheerfully,
"Yes, I'd love to!"Then I was kind of shocked. No one has ever smiled at me or wanted to be my friend. Since that day, me nor him ever felt alone.
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We hope you liked it, sorry for the shortness!