Hi there people of fanfiction! Yeah that's right, it's me, I'm not actually dead! I am aware(thanks to the constant complaints I've received from various friends), that my up till now recent hiatus from fanfiction has gone on just a tad too long….. and for that, I apologize. But being on a break from writing FF has brought one good thing (unless of course you're only reading because you hate my guts and were actually kind of enjoying my absence) which is LOTS OF NEW STORY IDEAS! So expect many, many, MANY, updates in the coming days. For now, enjoy the first chapter of this, my take on a hideously overdone plot. You see, despite his total emo-ness and lack of emotions, my love for Sasuke decrees that I must help him find happiness a.k.a, romance. But seeing as I despise Sakura with the fiery passion of hell, and anything Yaoi makes me want to hurl(Actually, in all honesty, I have nothing against Yaoi, but Sasuke Yaoi is like – sacrilege. I have decided to create an OC for him. Yes. I know I've already tried this once and it failed abysmally, but it's safe to say, I'm a better writer now, than I was then, and I'm finally ready to learn from my mistakes and start again….. whether or not you consider this to be a good thing.
Disclaimer – I am currently sitting on my couch eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I believe it is currently 2:54 AM in Japan, so the likelihood of my either being Masashi Kishimoto who is as we all know is the owner of Naruto, is minimal. Don't sue me! : )
Blood. She's covered in it. It stains her clothes bright red, paints her fingernails a dark crimson, causes a fake blush to spread across her otherwise unnaturally pale face. She almost doesn't notice it. It's not the first time she's been covered in blood. But it's the first time in her memory, that any of the blood has been her own.
It's so novel and different, the aching, twisting, writhing pain in her stomach – that she almost enjoys it. It's fascinating in a perverse kind of way, the way her brain seems to have shut off and the only comprehensive thought that she can come up with is 'shit that hurts'. But she knows, because she's covered in it, and because her head is rapidly beginning to spin faster and faster – that she's losing too much blood, and if she doesn't get out of there fast, she's dead.
He comes out of nowhere, the leaf ninja, he's so fast she can barely keep track of where he is. But her eyes are keen from years of solitary survival, and no-one, no-one is that fast. Almost no-one anyway. He's good though, she can't deny that, as his hand comes flying towards her ready for a blow that would probably break her jaw if it connected. It doesn't though, as she ducks just in time and sends a kunai flying towards his chest. He's not expecting it and as he's forced to judge the knife she bolts past him and away into the empty forest. If she had enough energy, she'd stay and finish the fight, but as the light-headedness begins to make her vision blur at the edges, she knows she doesn't have the time. Besides the tracker is close behind her, she can sense him even if she can't see him. And even if she can't see him, she knows that he can see her.
As it is, she almost runs straight into him. He's standing perfectly still – so still she's not quite sure he's breathing. Behind him is the Kunoichi that is responsible for the massive hole in her lower left abdomen, she flicks her eyes over her face but makes no effort to memorize it. She's in no particular condition for payback at that particular moment in time.
Fighting with every inch of willpower she has, she tries to force her mind to focus, but it keeps slipping through her fingers, falling away from her with every passing second. Even as her fingers attempt to fumble through their numbness and grasp a kunai, his ice-white eyes lock hers in a vice-like grip and she swears mentally. If she wasn't slowly bleeding to death, she could beat him, but it would take her hours, maybe days to do it. She was beginning to doubt she had that long.
The fire splits the forest open like a huge black scar. Every living thing it touches screams in shock. She throws herself backwards instinctively, hitting the ground behind her with a crash that sent shudders running through every inch of her body. Scrabbling at the ground behind her, she desperately struggles to pull herself backwards away from the flames in front of her. She's too slow though, she knows that just as surely as she knows she'll never get away from them.
She becomes suddenly aware of someone standing right behind her just as an arm wraps it's way around her waist, pulling her upwards, helping her to stand, but her legs buckle underneath the weight of her body and he's forced to carry her, away from the flames, away from the tracker and the other leaf shinobi who are fleeing the amaterasu fires and a fight they know they can't win, as fast as their legs will carry them.
Eventually he stops, and she's forced to look at him. His face is pale and expressionless, but she catches a glint of something – unfamiliar and disturbing – that flares up in his onyx colored eyes before vanishing completely. He catches her looking and raises an eyebrow but not even he can stand the awkward silence that follows so he forces what just might be a smile.
"You look terrible," he mutters out of the corner of his mouth.
She groans and shuts her eyes tight, unable to fight the dizziness anymore. Just before she sinks all the way into the darkness, she thanks Kami or whoever else might be listening, that she has him. He's a cold emotionless bastard, but he has impeccable timing and a rather cracking sense of humor.
Too bad she has to kill him.