"Looks like a bunch of Konoha ninjas are going to come here this afternoon…"
"This AFTERNOON?!"
"Yeah… This is the Hokage's doing, I'm sure of it. She sent a late notification on purpose so we will be unprepared."
"We ARE unprepared!"
"No, we have a few more hours and we can buy them time by giving them a tour. We'll welcome them warmly. Tell the kitchen to prepare a feast."
The whispered voices were echoing through the silent halls of the large, palace like building. The architecture of the building was very traditional with thick dark oak woods and bright gold roofs that curved towards a point in the center of the building, but there was not just one building but several in the large compound- all of them had multiple floors. Surrounding the buildings were gardens that were once lush but were now dead with white snow covering the green grass that were especially vibrant during summer. There was a gigantic pond that occasionally rippled because of the light snow fall and also the large koi fishes that lived luxuriously, swimming happily in the water.
The interior of the palace was just as pristine and grand. As traditional as the outside, the inside had sliding doors that led up to the tatami floored rooms with beautiful scrolls that hung against the walls and beautiful flower arrangements that added a pop of colour.
The servants and chefs were dressed formally in expensive clothing but something did not fit in, no, it was much rather someone didn't fit in. A girl dressed in a simple dark yukata and a dark hanten tied around her skinny frame was making her way into the kitchen holding an empty tray. She slid open the door to the kitchen and saw the staff all going on with their business. Usually at this time they would be resting but since a feast was ordered they could not rest but still, they ignored the girl who quietly walked in and placed the tray down.
The 14 year old girl did not look up but instead her bright crimson eyes were kept on the wooden floor with her short, ragged hair messily framing her face. She could feel a few stares but chose to ignore it, instead she slipped out just as quietly as she slipped in and headed down the hallway. She finally ended up in the basement and at the end of the corridor was her room.
It was more like a closet but it was where she was permitted to sleep. The warmth of heated floors were gone and replaced with damp and cold air. Every day and night she walked in and out of the basement, coming when called and each time she walked her anger grew.
Mikazuki Makoto was a girl with a lot of anger, just as fiery as her red eyes, she could snap anytime now but something stopped her. It was the heavy bands around her ankles, neck and wrist that weighed her down- they restrained her chakra so she would not resist. At first they only put the bands on her wrist, then after she resisted and caused a lot of damage they put it on her ankles. She resisted some more and now another one on her neck but that one was… special. They only took the bands on her wrist when they needed her to work, she remembered begging, pleading with them to take off the bands on her ankles but they refused. Smart. If they did she would probably overpower them and cause damage.
The light brown haired girl laid on her bed and closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander off. She imagined the bands removed from her body, her wrists and ankles no longer constrained and her neck finally free from the chafing of the bands. The more she thought about it the more it seemed real. She envisioned herself standing in the middle of the town but it was silent, no one was out, no chatter and laughter, no merchants' advertising- there was no trace of life except for her. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart beating and the sound of roaring flames that was quickly destroying the town. The young girl could no longer feel the cold air of the basement but rather the heat of her imaginary fire and something damp on the base of her feet, it was not water, it was something sticky. The imaginary grounds that she stood on was soaked red. Red like the flames and as vibrant as her eyes.
Suddenly her eyes shot open as she heard a loud ringing. The warmth of the fictional flames was gone and she was now back in the basement. The ringing didn't stop for at least 3 minutes but she got up and made her way out of the basement, up the stairs and back to reality.
A/N: I do hope there are readers out there reading this fanfic, I just got back into writing and it's been a while! This is a slight AU as I will be changing some events in the story but that will be in later chapters. I like OC stories so I thought I should have a go, please tell me waht you think. This is a Naruto fanfic of course and I have another Gintama fanfic if anyone wants to read it. Please feel free to review, I really do love reviews!
EDIT: I changed her hair to light brown instead of black!