Akatsuki High
AN: Yeah, so this is a little excerpt from a huge plot. I wanted to start small to get used to this type of thing. (I'm a newbie. ) This was inspired by story/quiz I found on the Internet called "Akatsuki High." I wanted to test out my skills on a small paragraph and kinda messed around with the scene. I hope you like it. I made it off the top of my head, sooo… '
…the rain was now pounding heavily. The wind was a shrill scream among the field of liquid rocks. The trees bended in fearful submission, but the merciless rain would not give up. It continued to pound hour by hour.
How ever, as the rain raged, Itachi sat motionless underneath a tall oak tree with long drooping branches. It was amazing that the tree would not bend with the others, but even more amazing was Itachi. He continued to sit there with his eyes perhaps blissfully close, his cloak wide open at the collar, and his chest rising and falling with each smooth breath. Raindrops that had managed to pass the tree's tightly wounded branches trickled down his face.
Anyone who was looking would've thought he was frozen stiff. Itachi wasn't frozen for sure; he was as warm as any sleeping weasel. (Heheh, 'cuse the pun) That wasn't to say that didn't feel the cold. He felt it alright, but it meant nothing to him. No coldness the world had to offer was as cold as the thing he called a heart. No pain in the world was as painful as the pain he felt…and the pain he could give.
As he sat, he slept, and dreamed. He wasn't really sleeping, though. He was just wandering, wandering in his black dusty memories and remembering the times that he…
There was a rustle of leaves, a sound of footsteps on the slippery pavement, but Itachi didn't open his eyes. There was no powerful chakra (or anything having to do with chakra) in that source, according to his senses. So this person was the least of his problems. Obviously.
The rain was coming down hard now, so hard that one would've believed that it was a liquid form of hail. A figure ran through the rain; on her slender body was the black and white uniform of Akatsuki High. She was obviously a student.
The girl ran down the path and passed Itachi's tree. She didn't give him a second glance as she held up her hands to shield her pale face from the merciless rain. Blood trickled down her palm and winded around and down her thin wrists and arms. Her hands and face began to sting from the rain's vicious bite. Unfortunately, she had nothing else to shield herself with.
The hapless girl trotted up the school's tarnished stairs and tried the double doors. It was, however, locked. She sneezed as she huddled standing up near the thick doors, trying to get dry. The roof covering the porch was short, and so she was still partly in the rain. Tears swelled in her sorrowful yet gentle eyes and ran down her face, mingling with the blood and rain on her face.
Suddenly, she sneezed violently several times and staggered out from under the tiny roof's protection. She stumbled down the stairs and fell flat onto the muddy ground. Her breathing was deep and shallow, but she would not get up. The rain raked brutally at her back and exposed legs (damn those ridiculous mini-skirts!), drawing more blood, but she continued to lay ominously motionless.
And still, Itachi did not once open his eyes.
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