You Take It All Away
(And Now I Want It Back)
By J. Anira
Rated for possible strong language (me love my profanity OwO)
Tittled because... I felt like tittling it that. O.O
A/N: Something posses me to put an author's note at the top of this page, not sure what, but I wanted to warn you guys before you get to far. If you are looking for romance, THIS IS PROBABLY NOT YOUR STORY. You know how it is, Naruto, the manga or anime, there's so much going on, who has room for snogging *slaps self (one to many HP fics)* I mean KISSING and such. As it stands, this story is a remix of the original plot, acording to the anime. Its only becsause I'm one of those active watchers who comments on everything they see. -_- annoyed the hell outta my friends at the Order of the Phoenix movie. XD
ALSO, I am not what you call "responsible" so I cannot promise a strict publishing schedule, or more than one more chapter I already have typed and ready to be perfectionated by my CDO self (dad's an accountant and you KNOW those people are OCD). So if that will annoy you to the point you send me hate mail, then HURRY CLICK THE BACK BUTTON NOW!!! If not, stay! Have a muffin! Enjoy your 600 some word into...
"What's going on? Why did you wake me up at this-"
"We found someone. She was wandering around the river, muttering in some foreign language. She really freaked this old lady out."
"Has she said anything recognizable?"
"No, I don't think she understands us."
"Huh… This can't be good."
'Idiots', I thought sarcastically. 'Of course I can understand you.'
"I'll go see if I can talk to her."
"Hai, Hokage-sama."
I heard the door slide, but I did not make a move to see who had entered; I stared straight ahead, sitting cross-legged on the floor with my hands tied in front of me, not thinking of anything, but thinking of everything at the same time. It was a strange feeling, to be thinking in such a way. I wanted to savor it. Take comfort in it, because at the edge of my mind I sensed something was wrong.
An elderly looking man moved into my line of vision, sitting on a chair across the room from me.
After staring at me for a few seconds, he spoke, "Who-"
"I'd appreciate being untied, Mr. Hokage," I interrupted, drawing him up short.
He raised his aged, white eye brows, "You can speak o-"
"I can speak your language, yes. Quite fluently…I think..."
"Hmm" he said, scratching his beard in thought. "Where are you from, young lady?"
Ouch. I looked down at my still tied hands, thinking. I tried, straining with the effort of searching my blank head. "I don't know," I whispered, slightly hoarse.
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at my tired, dirty-feeling face with intense curiosity.
"I can't remember. I know there is somewhere I have lived. I know that there is more to my life than this, that I existed before now. I had a family…parents… but I can't remember them," I whispered, the words scratching against my suddenly dry throat angrily. How long since I'd had a drink? I couldn't even remember that. How pathetic. "I remember… training for… something… And a commotion… And blood… Yes there was definitely blood."
I looked up to see the eyes of the old man had not grown wide, as my own had, but he remained relatively expressionless, stroking his small, white beard. I looked back down, slightly embarrassed by my lack of information.
"I can't remember my name… But… I remember…something…" Strange hand poses began popping in quick succession though my head. One after the other, so quickly I had no time to register them. It bothered me.
I did not notice it at first, but when my eyes began to focus on my hands, I realized I was making the symbolic movements in my running through my head with my hands. "This..."
"They are seals," said the man who was, as far as I could tell, named Hokage, which I found to be a very odd name.
"Seals…" I muttered.
"Go on, then," he urged.
I sighed raggedly," I had friends, and class mates an-" My eyes widened as a mental picture flashed through my mind; a girl's head, separating from her body so quickly that it looked as if she had simply blown apart. It was so vivid that it seemed, for that split second, I was there behind the girl, watching this take place. I screamed, and buried my head in my still bound hands, gasping for air.
'Stupid,' I thought. 'Baka, idiot, ni bu shi nao ren…'
"God," Hokage breathed, showing the first real sign of human emotion yet. "What has happened here?"
"Gone," I muttered, furiously whipping a tear away before it started rolling down my grimy cheek. "They're all gone."
A/N: I know I really enjoy these in the stories I read, you might not, but you can expect them because I feel the need to explain a lot usually. It comes from slef confidence issues.
BUT ANYWAY, review should you feel the urge, I hope you enjoyed you muffin, and, if you do reveiw, tell me what you think of my into tittle? I'm on a mission to pick out the most insignifigant thing in any chapters I post for this and tittle them with this small thing as the subject. I dunno why, I just do, so... yeah...
Last thing, if your feeling confused... you should. My fanfics are confusing. But trust me, I have it all out in a neat little.. thing in my head up to a certain point, so NEVER FEAR.
This is really the last thing, the other was a faker. Like I said, this is basically a remake of the original plot, but with my imagination the plot is BOUND to change around a little. So allow me some wiggle room, please, and be paitient.
HAPPY EXAMS
(you know you enjoyed that refrence to the hell that is every high school student's own personal hell at the moment)
