We sat together, me sitting at the base of the tree, my brother sitting on the swing, gently rocking back and forth as we both cried. I could hear the whispers, the glares, the scornful words, saying "Why are they here?" and "They don't belong." even "Look at the demon children. They think they have enough emotion to cry. I know better than to comfort them, because they'll just turn on me."
All we wanted was parents, love. All we wanted was a family.
Today was the day my sister died and left me completely alone. The monsters who look like us killed her. They dumped her in the river to drown and die. She didn't fight, she gave up. She gave up and left me alone. Why, why, why? Why did she die?
When I asked jiji that, he just said, "I'm sorry, Naruto, but you won't understand."
Of course I will understand! She's my sister, she's my only family. Of course I would understand why she left me. I guess now I have to fight them myself. Or I'll stop fighting and trying to live. Trying to live. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll live for her and be happy for her. She'll be happy then, right?
A young boy, no older than 13, with raven hair and red eyes, leapt over the river, then changed his mind and turned around, jumping out of the trees to the overflowing banks. There were signs everywhere, of a flooded river rushing through and many scattered, sodden branches, even several trees, were caught up on various rocks and bushes around the edge of the bank. Kneeling, the boy cupped his hands and drank, then he jerked his head up as a water-laden bundle floated by in front of him. It caught on a log next to him. Blood washed out of the cloth. He gently dragged the bundle in, seeing pale skin underneath the twisted fabric. pulling at the fabric gently, and revealing a young girl, not much older than the sibling he left at home. Her breath was barely there, rasping with water in her breath while it turned red around her. Lifting her out, he revealed many injuries through her torn clothes, all healing at a rapid pace that would kill most shinobi from chakra loss. He knew the girl, she was one of the Jinchuuriki twins. The rapid healing was no doubt one of the effects, as the whisker marks, and the inhumanly sharp teeth. Making a decision that would forever change her life, he wrapped his black cloak, decorated with scarlet clouds lined with white, around her, and picked her up. He didn't know he was one of the many pawns of the prophecy that had been set.
A boy who smiles without emotion,
A girl whose smile is brighter than the sun.
One hurt, scorned, hated.
One loved, nurtured, loved.
A third, whose smile has long passed,
Whose only purpose is revenge.
Their paths are inevitably crossed,
No decision they ever made unsure,
Because fate had a hand in play.
So. This is my first chapter for any of my stories in a long time. One, because I realized I make a much better reader than I do author, and I need someone who actually knows the anime to beta for me. The person who was editing my work didn't watch the anime or read the manga, so that didn't help. Anyone interested, if there's anyone still reading, pm me.
