Disclaimer: I do not own the Manga/Anime Naruto or any of its characters
Authors Note: This is not a new chapter, this is just an improvement of the first chapter. I have not wrote anything new in it, I merely changed the pharagraphs and corrected a couple of mistakes. I am considering deleting it though, as nearly no one has read it. Anyway, review, anything, tell me it is great, tell me to sod off, I do not care, tell me something!
Important: This is not an OC story, I realize it seems like that from the start, but I assure you, read through this chapter, and you will see what I mean.
Arishimi Mouki sat at her desk, seemingly lost in the computer screen in front of her. That, however, was not the case, as all that was shown on the screen was the movement of a 3D cube, forever changing its colour.
Mouki was lost, however, in her own thoughts of the end of this day. Two weeks by herself, her long awaited holiday at last. But what would she do? She could not afford herself an abroad travel, oh no. Far too risky, especially if her boss were to call her up and request her service.
Therefore, her two weeks of freedom would be spent in town, catching up with her friends, reading novels and so on. Not much, but at least she got to spend time by herself, and not being chained to the phone, waiting for a call to her boss, Yakushi Kabuto. He was a very important man, indeed, the assistant of Orochimaru. And she was his assistant, meaning she had to work long hours. But hopefully not in two weeks. Hopefully.
It was nine p.m., and Mouki had done nothing for the past four hours than answer three calls and play solitaire. But she got officially off work in one hour, unless Mr. Yakushi decided to let her get off work early. Which was not very possible, she had been his assistant for two years now, and she could count the times he had let her off early on one hand.
But, then, with no warning, Kabuto walked out of his office. Mouki hurriedly closed her solitaire and left her chair as if was on fire. Kabuto did not even look at her while he placed a report on her desk. "Send this to Itachi, and make sure my appointments are ready for tomorrow. Afterwards, you may leave, Miss Arishimi. I have to go to a personal meeting with Orochimaru, have a good holiday Mouki."
Without further ado, he left her standing by her desk, slightly shocked. As he closed the door to her office, she sat down and sighed. Just 20 more minutes, and she would be free. She smiled for herself as she started controlling the report, and even allowed herself a low humming.
Mouki walked out of the building and started on the fifteen minute walk home. As a small symbol of her freedom, she removed the bobby pins from her hair and sighed as she felt the tight knot of hair unleash itself and her long, black hair cascade down her back.
All she could hear was the sound of her own footsteps… no, wait; there was someone else as well. She turned around, and saw two figures walk behind her.
Subconsciously, she started walking a bit faster, unsettled by the two figures. It did not exactly calm her nerves that the footsteps of the other two increased as well.
Before she knew it, Mouki had started running, and to her dismay, she did not meet a single person to help her, and the two figures were running as well, she could hear them, and see them as she passed corners.
She did no longer have somewhere to go, she just ran, as long as she got rid of her followers. She did no longer recognize the buildings she flew by, and she felt something grab her elbow.
She screamed and ripped herself away, feeling her elbow connect with something soft before she continued running, faster than before. But the footsteps kept haunting her, like a painful memory she could never escape, always lingering in the back of her mind. Like screaming faces, and all the blood… there had been so much blood.
All her thoughts stopped when all she could see was brick. Never ending brick. Her mind created a dreadful pun of the term 'dead end'.
She whirled around, only to see the two figures creeping closer. One leaned against the wall, while the other continued walking towards her in the calmest manner.
Mouki backed slowly up against the rough brick wall, and he continued to walk slowly up towards her, like a predator knowing it already had its prey. And she felt very much like a prey.
She pressed herself closer to the wall, trying to sink into it, but it did not help, he was still walking towards her, closer and closer still, by every step he took. She started hyperventilating, and when he reached out his hand to touch her, she did the only thing she could think of.
She screamed. She forced all the air that was left in her lungs out in a scream. It was not a sentence, or even a word, just a helpless cry. And what frightened her, was that he did not react. He did not try to silence her, merely let her scream.
And when she stopped, he just smiled at her. It was not a heart-warming smile, but an amused smile. "There is no-one here that chooses to hear you." He whispered, and moved his hand to the back of her neck.
"Please…" Mouki whispered as a single tear left her eyes. "Go to sleep." Was all he said, and he pricked the back of her neck. The world became a darker version of itself, and Mouki closed her eyes and passed out.
The last she saw was his face, smiling pitifully at her. Then there was nothing.
"You got her?" Shikamaru yelled when he noticed the girl sinking together. A grunt was all he got, but it was good enough.
Kiba came out of the alley, carrying the woman with ease. Shikamaru glanced at her. "She's the last one, right?" Kiba nodded. "Yeah, no more wild chases for us. How's it comin'?" Kiba asked his friend, as he had taken an elbow in the stomach. "I'll manage, thanks."
They walked down the street towards their car. He nodded towards the woman in his arms. "What's her name?" he asked as he opened the door to the backseat and Kiba gently laid her down. He threw the woman' wallet to him while he buckled her so she wouldn't role off the seats.
"Arishimi Mouki." Shikamaru placed himself in the drivers seat and waited until Kiba had gotten into the car and drove off, filling the empty street with the sound of engine and wheels.
"What did Neji say her real name was again?" Kiba grinned while he tasted her name, enjoying the way it rolled of his lips.
"Hyuuga Hinata."