WARNING : My english sucks. It's not my native language and I have no beta-reader. I'm sorry. Please report any mistake and give me a piece of your mind about the whole story. I want to make another one so...
I really wanted to write it in english...
Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto blablabla... but Soliacé is mine !
I don't own the song either.
Field of innocence
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I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
He found her near his parents' grave. The light of the sun fading away, beyond the forest. She was there, just a little girl with white hair, milky white skin and the ghost of a smile.
"Who are you ?" he spoke.
She turned around, her eyes; the purest green, the green of young leaves under the sun.
"Soliacé. Are they your family ?"
Her voice was like the one of a sparrow. She didn't seem older than six. She had round cheeks and a baby nose.
He just nodded.
"Does it bother you if I stay ? I'd love to have parents I could visit !"
This little girl was weird.
"They are dead. This is a grave can't you see ? If you want parents go find living ones."
"I can't. My nanny would be alone; I don't want her to be alone. Can I stay and share your parents please ? I brought flowers! Look!"
She pointed to the wildflowers on the stone.
Her smile was certainly what made the sun backed away. It was brighter even if her eyes were clouded by tears.
She was afraid he wouldn't let her stay. She was afraid to be alone again…
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
The kirin of an old clan she had said, but she didn't know what she really was.
The seven-tails demon. She would have to die to keep the beast inside her, bound to her soul; she couldn't afford to live until her body grew old and weak or the beast would rip her apart and escape. The seven-tails demon was only bound to her by the seal on her neck. The seal of rebirth which keep her soul strong enough to enchained the beast while looking for a new body. The seal which had to be nourish by young blood.
But he had grown fond of the little girl whose smile was brighter than the sun.
He had asked his sensei about the bijuus; but Sarutobi just knew about the phantom clan – the first one to use jinchuuriki - and the destiny of their Keeper. Nothing could be done to change the destiny, to keep her alive.
But he had grown so fond of the girl with white hair and milky white skin. The girl who played in the flowers and asked him how to become as strong as he was.
He had grown so fond of the girl who didn't know she had killed another one to obtain this body of her. The girl who buried each dead animal she found. The girl who cried above his parents' grave and above all the smaller ones she had made all around.
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
She would be dangerous if she didn't die. He was a shinobi. He had no sentiment and if he was asked to, he would kill her.
No one should know. No one should have her. The bijuus were a weapon for most villages. She would be used.
He would have to keep her in check, kill her if necessary.
But he had grown fond of the girl who put flowers in her hair.
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
There had been a time when she had tried again and again to creep up on him but he knew, always. She was much too noisy. She would walk on leaves, ruffled the grass and… chuckled. First he had found it annoying and then, it had become a game. He would make a clone and creep up on her.
She could make him smile. She could make him laugh. She would share her little meals with him and he would stay longer and longer every day, because when he didn't practice he was alone.
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Her smile was so warm. She was sweet and caring. She would cry until he let her take care of his wounds with some fresh water, a salve which smelled like flowers He would brush her tears away with his thumb. She would show him her progresses. She would fall and laugh. He would kiss her flesh-wounds and she would kiss his…
Somehow it seems colder now
One day she disappeared from his life. He said "no", that nothing had changed, but he really felt hollow inside. She had become an important… something, in his life. This girl with wildflowers in her white hair.
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
When she had learned she had known she could not go back there. She shouldn't go back there. She could not love him because she would have to die in her prime. If she loved him, she wouldn't want to die, she wouldn't accept it.
She cried so much that night.
She had fallen in love with this boy whose skin was as white as her, whose eyes were her golden sun.
She could not go back…
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
He told her tales of ninjas while she put flowers in her hair. She was able to repeat the exact words of his tale. She listened to everything he said.
He was her only human friend, he gave her parents to visit and he played with her. She sang for him, silly songs of a child, song with no beginning and no end, full of joy and innocence.
She believed he was the best, the strongest, the smartest.
He was beautiful and nice. His scent was comforting and sometimes she had slept on his laps.
Latin hymn:
Iesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis,
Dulcedo ineffabilis,
Totus desiderabilis.
She worshiped him. She really did.
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
He could not be with her forever. His was a ninja. She was a jinchuuriki.
She just thought it was not fair. Together they certainly would die soon but far from each other. He could not live for her. She could not stay alive much longer.
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
She had given him one of her earrings.
"We're connected from now. We are meant to see each other again and again and again…agmfmffmf"
He had put a hand on her mouth.
"I won't wear this thing. This is girlish."
"Don't wear it. Keep it with you. I'll never forget you and you'll never forget me, and even after our death we will meet again! "
"And if I don't want to see you again?"
"I'll come and find you! I'll chase you better than any ninja would!"
She had smile under the dying sun. She was nine years old and naive, so innocent while he was becoming a man, a killer.
She had made him promise to keep her present forever. She had kissed the corner of his mouth to seal the deal. He blushed for the first and only time in his life.
He had grown fond of this little girl who put her warm smile on his skin, who had soft lips. Lips of a creamy pink, like petals of a rosebud.
She was in love with this strong boy whose skin was as white as hers, who had given her parents to visit and someone to play with.
Oh, Where
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
She didn't ask him for his name before the second year after they met. She would from then repeat it again and again. Make it roll on her tongue, taste it and pronounce it in the darkness of her dreams to make him appear there.
She knew nothing beside what he told her.
He knew nothing except her name and her secret.
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
She had once made him a crown of flowers, swore she would marry him and would never leave his side.
He had brushed it off.
It was a promise written on the sand.
She had cried when he had said she was foolish and childish. She had pouted and run. He'd had to catch her or she would have fallen into the ravine. She had pushed against him; she had said that she would show him he wasn't needed.
He had kissed her tears away. She had fallen asleep in his arms; her little hands made fists in his kimono, seizing it as hard as she could.
I still remember.
He looks up at the ceiling of his chamber. He still remembers.
Her smile: nothing was warmer. Her skin, nothing was softer. Her eyes, nothing was purer. Her blood, nothing was more bitter.
He would chase her. He could never forget her even when his plans to destroy Konoha were occupying the slightest of his thoughts. He would see her bright green eyes and hear her laugh.
He would hear her tell him to promise, hear her swear she would never forget.
He was a ninja, he was not a man of feelings. He was a killer, a heartless murderer.
But for her he'd still remember.
How to love.
How to smile, nor a grin neither a smirk, just smile.
How to feel his heart beats.
He still remembers her.
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