Summary: As much as we tell ourselves that we want to express our thoughts, the darkest of them still remain, at most, implicit. OC. No pairings.
Note: Advanced apologies for the long Note. You can skip it if you want to, but there's just some background on the story I thought I should put in.
Part of this was to see if I could write a good story using an OC that isn't a Mary-Sue. I think I succeeded, but it was quite a challenge. However, although the story is told by following the OC, if you look at it closely, it's not actually about the OC. I figure I'm allowed to write OC stories if I want to, even though most people prefer reading about characters they already know. :P
Also, I'm going to try and write this to be 25 chapters, but there will likely be some rather short ones. Most chapters will commence with a Haiku. Beware time-leaps between each chapter. I want to make it coherent, but in a disjointed way, so going from chapter to chapter could be confusing. And let's just assume that the OC never saw a redhead until Sasori.
And I know this first chapter is boring, but it gets better. I think.
Inazuma = Lightning bolt
Hachi = Bee, or the number eight
Warnings: Some language, gore, and violence.
Pairings: None.
Characters: Sasori, OC. Deidara, Kankuro in mention.
I own nothing of Naruto, including but not limited to the characters of the Narutoverse.
1
Slash of whirling rain
Flowers drip with soaking pain
Waiting for the sun
The man was dressed in black garb from head to toe. His face was decorated with purple paint that accentuated his fearsome grin. An open scroll dangled from his left hand, the freed paper hanging lifelessly towards the ground.
There was a puff of smoke.
His opponent's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing again, and she watched as he slowly – as though he had all the time in the world – lifted his hands and connected chakra strings to the puppet, bringing it to life.
He was ready. His teeth were bared in anticipation as he watched his opponent, a small girl sporting the vest and headband of the Village Hidden in the Clouds. Her dark complexion and cropped, white hair also indicated that she was born and bred in the Land of Lightning, so he reminded himself to watch out for any lighting-based ninjutsu. She had kunai tucked between each of her fingers, and she held her hands up in front of her defensively as they eyed each other.
Neither making the first move.
It was then that he noticed that the girl wasn't watching his movements, that she was instead staring unblinkingly at the puppet he was controlling.
Kankuro grinned. His newest puppet had quickly become one of his favorites since he'd added it to its arsenal not a month ago; the greatest Sand puppeteer before himself had masterfully crafted it.
It was the body of the late puppet master Sasori, the infamous Scorpion of the Red Sand.
And now it was Kankuro's.
He took the girl's momentary distraction to attack. He was sure this battle would be quick. The girl didn't look to be more than a chuunin, after all, and there was also the usual assumption that other lands' ninja were inferior.
The girl, on the other hand, remembered...
