I DO NOT OWN NAURTO. IT ALL BELONGS TO MASASHI KISHIMOTO.
The world so black, so painful, so..
A figure stood limp and lifeless using the edge of the cliff to keep itself upright. The sound of a waterfall cascading down the edge of the steep wall of earth kept resonating throughout the forest. It echoed back and forth, while no other sound could be heard.
empty..
The sweet rays of sunset were slowly started to fade. The whole area had begun to dim slightly, darkness following slowly but in swift pursuit. The sky darkened and only the moon was left shining with its unearthly glow, haunting the night. The air chilled and became icy as a ghost's whisper. Goosebumps crept up on the figure's skin and its body seemed to shiver slightly.
cold...
It lifted its head and the moonlight shined and revealed that the figure was in fact a girl. Her face was covered with blood from cuts across her face. Her clothes were stained with mud and various debris, they were torn. Small puffs of fog escaped her crimson lips, shallow and heavy. Her eyes were red and with, tears streaming down her face. By the looks of her, she had been crying for quite sometime. There were so many details about her but only one stood out. Her eyes.
broken...
Her eyes were listless. They held nothing, yet they still cried. There wasn't anything, no sadness, no sorrow, no anger nor joy. No life.
Dead.
Her eyes slowly began to close as she fell. It was as if time stopped itself just to see her fall. The world began to fade. It was as if it was never there in the first place.
escape...
Sprawled across the ground, her eyes closed peacefully as if asleep. Her lips parted slightly. The rise and fall of her chest slowed further and further. It stopped.
'stop it'
The steady rhythm of her heart was getting weaker. It slowed ever so slightly second after second.
'stop'
Her eyes opened and gazed at sky, every star , every twinkle, and finally the heavenly orb of light. The moon.
'my sanctuary'
The world was still, as if watching her.
waiting...
The beating of her life, her heart, could not be heard.
silence...
Her eyes, those light green eyes that were not unlike the color of fresh grass, showed only one emotion before they closed once more. Peace.
'free'
On the ground, a girl as pale as snow, hair the color of cherry blossoms, and eyes of the color of fresh grass lay dead.
...the will...the will...to die...
A reason. She lost her reason to live, her will to survive. She lost herself in the sorrow, in the hate, in the...
Darkness...
As the sky ,the stars , and the moon as her witness she let go...
Rain. It poured from the sky washing away the past and bringing forth the future.
...the end...
The shadows flickered and came forth a new figure, as white as the moon and pale blue eyes focused on the girl.
'weak...pathetic...helpless...'
Were the first words that came through his mind. He was watching in the shadows, every second of it. Every moment of it forever captured in his mind. He would have left but those eyes... They captured his interest. He looked upon the girl in question, 'What would possess a creature to lose the will to live?' he thought. It was really pathetc. Humans were fragile creatures, so easy to break. They were not worth his time...
But this one.
Her eyes captivated his very soul. He looked deep in his soul to find an answer and could only ffind one truth.
They reminded him of his own once in his life.
The difference between them was their was someone to save him...from himself.
This girl had no one. True loneliness could be felt throughout her soul at her last moments of life. He had a reason to live for, to protect the people he had sworn to protect long ago. For his comrads, his friends, his family.
'Why?'
He was taught long ago that every life was precious and that no life was more valuable than another. Why should he care about her life? It was as valuable as an ant's. Also, she was already gone.
He tried to turn away but found he couldn't.
Perhaps he was the someone. The person to stop it all, the hate, the suffering, the sorrow, and pain...
Like his friend had done for him all those centuries ago.
But she had already passed, this would have been a problem had he been human.
Luckily that was not the case, for he was a wolf.
Not an ordinary wolf but one of special descent.
Generations of power surged through him and now he would put them to the test.
He would take this girl and give her a new life free of the pain of her past. She will have a bright future, she would become one of them.
...a new beginning...
The wolf stepped into the moonlight and its energy seemed to combine with the moonlight and shimmered a brilliant silver. It surrounded the body of what was once a pathetic weak girl and began to build her into something new.
Something different.
Whatever who or what she was in the past had died the second her heart stopped beating.
A new person had been born into the world.
Her hair was silver her figure was petite but not too fragile. Her breath was slow and even and her heart, her heartbeat. It was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard in his exsistance.
Life.
She was lying down on the forest floor, dressed in a long multi-layered kimono. It was light blue with a design of petals falling down around it and wolves running torward the most important part, the crest. It bore the crest of his pack, a silver-white crescent moon. She was perfect.
The rain had turned into nothing but a slight drizzle, each drop dancing around the two. It was cool and refreshing to him. The small drops of water glistened as they slid down his thick mane. He looked down and watched his new creation.
Her eyes were closed, but he longed to see them. He did not want to disturb her so he lied down next to her. He would wait as long as it would take for her awake from her deep slumber.
So he waited.
'...perhaps he was not only saving her...but saving himself also from falling into the darkness once more...'
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