Story of an Angel, Chapter 2
Shiomi spent hours just sitting under that very tree, crying. She looked at her home, only ashes now. Then, she stood. Slowly. She looked to the summer sky, clear as if nothing happened. She smiled. A bright flash of light was seen and she looked in front of her, seeing a reflection of herself, only this was her with wings. Large, pure white, angel wings. When seeing this, Shiomi realized that she had wings as well, and as the reflection disappeared, she felt someone lift her into their arms. She looked at this person, who was only a figure of light. This very person was her father, Miroku. Shiomi could look into his deep onyx eyes and know that things would be alright.
"Daddy, I'm gonna miss you."
She could hear his voice, still as calm as ever, with the slight smile he always wore.
"Shiomi, I love you. Just remember that you're still the little monk I raised for so little time."
He slowly set her down after kissing her forehead, the exact same place her mother did what seemed like an eternity ago. Shiomi wanted to cry, she truly did, but she realized, as her father, her guardian angel now, slowly disappeared, that no amount of tears, no amount of sorrow, nothing she did could bring them back to her. Nothing could put her in their arms. She would always have them to protect her, though, and that was enough. She faced the village, smiling genuinely for the first time since before her brother was murdered.
**(Shiomi POV)**
I smiled toward my new life. I knew I wouldn't become a monk. If I was going to survive, no, if I was going to thrive in this life ahead of me, then I would have to fight for what was mine. I knew it would disappoint him, but it was the only way his little girl would be able to stay alive. As I began walking, slowly, letting it all soak in, I took my single kunai that I carried with me and moved it behind my ear, just like I saw my dad do with his pencil whenever he was thinking about something. There's something about this village, so much different from my rural life that I knew, that I have such a surefire feeling about. I feel like I'm going to like this new life.. The only thing I didn't know was how I was going to begin.
**(Author POV)**
Shiomi walked into the village, seeing little children playing Ninja in the streets, saw adults with Konoha headbands like her brother's, saw women, housewives most likely, she decided, shopping at stores that didn't have much to offer but was so much more than she's ever seen before. After a while of wondering around, not paying attention to where she was walking, she bumped into a boy, no older than she was, with dark blue hair, just about black, and dark eyes.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
She stared at the boy, wide-eyed. Then blinked and nodded.
"S-Sorry.." She bowed respectfully like she was taught, then looked up and smiled.
"I-I'm Shiomi, who are you?"
"Name's Soma. Soma Uchiha. Don't you have a last name, Shiomi?"
Blushing from embarassment, face matching her fiery red hair, she nodded.
"I-I'm from the Hyuzuchi clan."
"Hyuzuchi? I've never heard of it. Oh well." Soma began to run off, then stopped and turned to her.
"Later."
"B-Bye, Soma.."
She watched the boy called Soma leave, and as she stood there she realized something that she completely forgot about that was so important before today.
"Today is.. March 29th.." She looked down, feeling alone in the town full of people.
"It's.. It's my birthday.."
She said this with sadness filling her voice, finding out that she had just turned 4.
**(Shiomi POV)**
I had nobody to go to, I had nothing left to do except find somewhere to stay.. It was really hard for me, someone who would normally have parents with them. I really should have asked that Soma kid to help me, but I wasn't thinking at the time. I finally decided that I would locate a empty apartment and get inside without anyone noticing. Thinking about this grand idea, I stopped.
"How in the world am I gonna do that...?" I said, talking to myself out loud.
People walking by, barely giving me a glance. I looked around hopelessly, trying to find out a way of doing everything that adults would normally do. I ran to the far side of town, not seeing anyone on the street at the time, I blinked and looked at each apartment window I saw, able to look inside to see whether or not someone was living there. After about 13 times of doing this, I found one that was brand new, unoccupied. I appeared in the room, laying on the bed that was inside. Before I knew it, I fell asleep, memories of my mom and dad filling my head.. Small pieces of me. In almost every one, I told myself and my parents I would be the first woman monk. I wanted to cry in my sleep, but I ran out of tears. Then, as these memories faded, I saw myself again, my petal shaped hair longer. I was older, 10 maybe. I knew that I'd have to make it there alone, for the most part. I saw me again, hair shorter, shoulder length. I had one of those cool headbands on my forehead. Around me were 4 people.. 2 girls, one with pink hair that was long and a headband on her arm. The other with short, brown hair and headband on her waist. There were 2 guys as well. One, well, he looked like an older Soma.. The other was a man, he had long dark blue hair, pulled into a short ponytail at the end. His eyes, they were almost white.. I wondered who these people were for a second, then smiled in my sleep and figured they would be the ones close to me, as I became 13..
