-1CHPATER 2
Rebirth
Breathe? Is that mine? Am I really breathing? I couldn't understand how I could be breathing that means I have a body? I escaped after all. I lost consciousness shortly after my arrival. I know that now. But if I escaped Why am I Still in the dark? Why can I cannot see the colors of this world as the kyuubi had told me I would? Was he lying? After a few minutes contemplation I decided it was to much just right now. I t was all to much. This living thing, the numbness, the darkness seemed different.
As I stirred I felt my resisting my will wanting to remain in that calm comfortable spot. I sat up realizing that my body hadn't been used properly in such a long time. I was always with the voice inside my mind. It was also black in there. As I sit there wondering if it was real I hear the soft thuds coming towards me. The squeak of sort grinding and then a snap. I sit their quietly listenin for more…more to prove I really existed.
So your finally Awake, Huh," said a deep gruff voice.
I just listen for more. The voice just sounded so nice.
I see you're the talkative type," he laughed softly.
I turn in the voices direction hearing a much softer thumping from his direction and realize it must be talking to me.
I ask it hopefully," Am I alive?
The new voice takes a moment and answered very softly," Yes.
I'm alive!," I say to myself the voice answer again but I could not hear for I had already began to laugh and laugh and laugh until every breathe in my body came in ragged intakes. I felt a shift in the air and before I knew I was covered in an endless warmth. With each second my laughter abated and my sobs took their place as I held tighter to this unfamiliar warmth. All of my being shook with the feeling of finally being liberated from abyss to be reborn into a world that cast me away. A world that will feel my fury. As the warmth begins to move backward and forward I feel my consciousness slip from my grasp and the heaviness of the warmth overtake me. I manage one last sentence before the emptiness take me. "Who are You?" The voice responds with "Kyoske".
Kyoske's point of view.
As I lay the small figure down I take in the full extent of his mangled features. His (for the figure was most definitely a boy) skin was a mixture of scarred white tissue and ashen gray and black hues. He seemed to be young to young to endure this. For he was not born with these slights there are obvious signs of torture on his features. Some sick bastards did this to a child," he thought disgusted with people in general. The boys frame seemed as with he was starved and burned for many years. His face seemed like that of a mask to symbolize true pain. The boy had most of his ears cut off but enough still to hear. The skin on his face seemed dired completely and drawn back like a mummies. His mouth was partially sewn up but he had cut the strings to allow him to breathe. His eyes seemed to have been completely torn out the lids were also sewn shut he didn't have the heart to them loose and look in to those hollow pits. He was having enough trouble with just looking at the child and stopping himself from killing something. He couldn't stop himself from wanting to the help the child when Zabuza came with him from the forest. I'm determined to make this childs life as easy as I can possibly can," he said to himself.
After many hours of watching the child sleep he decided to prepare for the childs stay in the village. As he got up The boy stirred and sat up he remained frozen unknowing of what to do.
Are you leaving?," came the rasping voice.
I was about to consult my village about your arrival,'' I said sullenly. I hated talking to the counsel members now a days.
The boy turned his head on me and asked," Village?
Yes, your in the village hidden in the mist," I say softly.
He merely sat with his head down. So I decide to take the initiative.
What's your name? I ask as kindly as I can manage.
He turned to me slowly and said," I have none."
I could tell he was lying but I didn't want to press him but I was short on time.
I asked again,'' What is your name."
He says with slow consideration," Naraku." ( it will be explained later why I am using this instead of naruto.)
I study him for A moment he seemed to be telling the truth…but his sense of reality must to askew for his name to be considered anything to him. So I accept It.
Naraku," I say slowly, "are you hungry?.''
He nods with time. So I leave to make him a trey of something. I make it large enough so he can get his fill. As I return I watch as he is following the movements of an ant with his finger. "His senses are pretty advanced" I comment to myself.
Tell me how you like it but don't be to brutal, " I say jokingly. He picks at the food with his hands before I even set it down. He brings some to his nose and slowly puts it in his mouth. At that moment I saw that His torment had also cut out his tongue. His speech seemed fine though. Then I realize the small chakra waves I sensed earlier was the boy manipulating the vibrations in his throat with chakra. Which is extraordinary control for one his age.
How did this happen to you?," I ask bluntly.
He says the most heart rending thing I have heard, "I was born into it."
I sit staring at the ground gauging his feelings and realize that he was telling the truth.
So I ask no more on the subject. You have nothing don't you, I ask in my usual tact.
He nods. So do I. Then you will live hear with this old man. And learn the ways of the shinobi. You will be reborn.
