Yosh! This is my first ever chapter of my first ever fanfic! Hooray for OoCness and AU's although this story probably has nothing to do with either of those. Anyway, be nice. . .Or I'll turn into a vampire and wallow in my self pity because I haven't even gotten blood in over 1500 hundred years because I'm too lazy to hunt but too morose to try!!(Seriously, that was the wierdest thing ever.)
Wait a minute, I haven't even written any part of it yet. Anyway, better go on to what you really(maybe) want to read.
Dis to the claim to the er: I do not own Naruto. . .or else Sakura would be a drag queen. Just think about that mental image. . . . . . . Alright, on to the story.
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Chapter 1: Wake
You call this a beginning. . .
I call this a funeral march
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Colors swirled around him. Not the trivial kind that leave your head as soon as they're gone, but the kind that last, like a spot of paint on a white wall. He reached out to touch them. As his hand was just about to scrape those semi-transparent shapes they shied away, forming people that also shied away. Yells of fear reached his ears, reverberating like the inside of a shell you might find at a beach. He found that he was hated, loathed perhaps. But then, a man appeared, or the shape of one anyway. He stood up straight calmly and threw a flashing silver object at him.
Pain shot out of his chest, engulfing him as though he was being wrapped around by a snake that would never let go. It forced his head down, making him stare at the object that was shoved into his chest. It was small, only about half a foot in length. One end was sharp, he could by the feel of it pressed up against his heart, slowly cutting it as he panted for breath. Then it started to grow. The object was now twice the size it had once been. He felt it rupture his stomach and liver, and then his kidneys as blood poured out of him, staining the ground below. And then he fell, down, down. . .down. . .
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Down onto the cold ground below him, causing his eyes to spring open. He, apparently, had just had a nightmare. That's not true, he mused, that was my real life. Besides the part of me dying; I'm obviously still alive. Which, as it happened, wasn't any better. He lived in the sewers, in a small room with walls that leaked obscenities onto the concrete below. Filling up the room were three cots, each shoved against a section of wall. The frames of these cots were nearly destroyed and they all showed years of wear. The sad thing was, Haze was the only one to occupy a cot.
Haze was 15 years old. He had been alone for most of those years. Something about him killing a few people- he couldn't remember and didn't want to. He had chin-length spiky gold hair, and two piercing green eyes. The rest of his face consisted of a roman nose and a somewhat round-shaped chin. His attire consisted of red shoes, black cargo (but practically skinny) pants, a black trench coat that came down the middle of his thigh- the left arm of the trench coat is strips of red leather fashioned into a diagonal criss-crossing pattern, a red and gold striped scarf wrapped around his neck like a boa-constrictor (it is relatively short though), and red and white checkered gloves.
He picked himself up off the floor and stretched to make sure that each and every one of his muscles was fully operational. A slight cracking could be heard in the sewer. Good. He walked to the southernmost part of the wall and looked at the calendar etched there. The fifteenth. Better. It was time- he was finally going to leave the wretched village he lived under; the village hidden in the shadows.
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So!! My first chapter.(don't worry, they'll get longer.) You like it?!
Want to know what The Hidden Shadow Village is?? Wondering where Naruto is? In time, my readers, in time.
Review please, as I am young and still a grasshopper
Anyway, review, REVIEW, REVIEW!! Haha.