A/N: See, this story wasn't on hold for long. In fact, I really think I can just say that I took longer to update. But I have found inspiration! Thanks to the author, Zana the warrior of shadows and her two brilliant stories, 'Elemental Kunoichi' and 'Hidden in Shadow'! Okay, So I'll just get to writing now.
Chapter 4: Massacre
She looked down at her hands, and she saw blood. And she smiled. Her elbow length waves of hair were sticky and matted together with the thick liquid. Her clothing clung to her body, soaked though all of the layers with it. Her face had splatters here and there.
She had taken her time killing them. She made it painful, delighting in their screams.
They deserved it.
Everything she had done to them, they had deserved. And she had deserved it—revenge for the nine year of her life, the years that they took from her. The years that they had forced her to become this…this monster that she was now, and they should have seen it coming.
She had indulged herself for once in her life. Their screams were sweeter than music to her ears, their expressions contorted in pain better than anything she could have imagined. The way they begged for mercy, the salty tears that flowed freely from their eyes. She wished she could live in this moment forever, the pleasure that she felt from seeing the bodies. The beauty of it all was a drug to her. It was so intoxicating.
The hatred she had felt for so long now was as strong as ever. While she tortured them, everything they had done replayed in her head.
And she hated them. She knew most children her age did not truly know hatred, and that one so young should not know it…but she did. It was her constant companion. And she did not mind.
Why did she hate them? Because they made her feel like a puppet whose strings were always in their control, she sometimes imagined herself being strangled by a snake. She was never a daughter, sister, cousin, or niece to any of them. She was just an important asset to the clan. They did not praise her, only pushed her harder. When she became ANBU, her own father only scoffed and told her she could do better. The other children made fun of her as she was different. She was like the puzzle piece that didn't fit. It wasn't just her looks. While her clan had the same hair, they had tan skin and brown eyes while she was a sickly white with brilliant blue eyes. It was her talent. And she was scorned for it…for being better than anyone else in their clan. If she was the heir, it would have been different. But a branch member being so talented was simply not allowed. While other clan's would hold a prodigy such as herself on a pedestal, to show off to the world, she was kept a secret. She was even forbidden to wear the clan symbol in public, where people could see her. She was a disgrace. Her clan did not want people to know that such a lowly creature was one of them. The only time anyone seemed to acknowledge her was when they needed her to do something for them or were in some way or another abusing her, whether it was some nasty words or a slap across the face.
They had it coming. And they should have been braced for the day she snapped. Because they were the cause, their actions and behavior, and this was the effect.
Rule one: every action has a reaction.
The nine year-old took in the scene one last time before taking off, too fast for even some of the best ANBU to detect her. And she laughed to herself, that hollow laugh that was so familiar.
Kagome woke with a scream that seemed to echo through her ears. She found her hands clenching the sheets on the futon where she slept. She had broken out into a light sweat, her heart racing and her eyes alert.
In her dream, she believed she had been watching herself. Feeling what her dream self had felt, and sharing thoughts that her dream self thought. No—it wasn't a dream. It was a memory.
And Kagome felt guilty for everything she did. She felt awful. She did not know how she could have done such horrifying things. And she loathed herself. That dream had shown her a side of herself she absolutely was disgusted with.
And her scream could be heard through the whole compound, this time. But her scream was not one of fright, but rather frustration. While she told herself she could not truly be like this, in the back of her mind, she knew she was. And she knew that some small, twisted part deep inside of her still felt enjoyment when she thought of killing those once familiar face.
Suddenly, her door was shoved open, bringing her out of her thoughts. A tired, but alert Sasuke, still in his pajamas, looked around the room searching for the danger. And then relaxed finding none.
Saauke didn't feel anything towards her. He just heard her scream and thought someone might be attacking. Yeah, that's what he told himself. Grumpily, he looked to the surprised Kagome and then looked to a clock on the wall in her room.
3:17a.m.
With a scowl, he slammed the door shut, and walked back to his room. Kagome was definitely not expecting the Uchiha to come barging into her room like that.
Still stunned and confused as ever, she tried to go back to sleep…unsuccessfully.
She pulled the covers up, and lied down on her back.
Then she rolled onto her side.
She rolled onto her stomach, using her arm as a pillow.
She flipped back over onto her back.
Nope, nothing.
So she stayed there, motionless and waited for sunrise.
When the sky finally began to lighten, Kagome slipped out of bed and shed the nightgown that she wore. She looked in the large closet in her room and pulled on a pair of comfortable black pants that ended just under the knee. They were roomy, yet not baggy. She then, pulled on a red vest over her bindings, not that she was very developed yet, which she zipped up to the bottom of the collar which ended a few inches below her jaw line. She pulled her hair, which reached down to the middle of her back, up into a ponytail leaving a few pieced to frame her young face. Lastly, she slid her feet into a pair of zori, before leaving her room, and heading towards the kitchen.
In the week that she had been here, she found that it was easier to navigate her way around, but she still found herself lost many times. The only people she had interacted with so far had been Sasuke and his mother, Mikoto. She had yet to meet the head of the Uchiha clan, or see the boy that had found her. But, she did not mind.
Walking into the kitchen, she saw Mikoto in her traditional apron and Sauske helping himself to food. She smiled before saying, "Good morning!"
"Hn," Sasuke glanced at the girl standing in front of him before getting back to more important matters…food.
"Is that all you know how to say? Do you need to be taught how to communicate?" One of Kagome's new favorite hobbies was talking to the proud Uchiha. It seemed to annoy him.
To her comments, he said nothing, preferring to ignore her. 'Maybe if I don't say anything, she'll go away'. Of course, he was completely wrong. Instead she chattered away, seeming encouraged by his lack of words.
'Come on. If I talk enough, he might crack and say something. Anything.' And she was of course dead wrong.
Mikoto could only smile at the interaction between the two children. Perhaps this little girl could figure out the mystery that was her son and get him to open up a little. He needed it. And he needed a friend, no matter how much he denied it.
After an annoying breakfast, Sasuke went to train. He knew he was better than all of the other academy students, but for him it was not enough. He wanted to surpass his brother, so he trained as much as he could.
"This is boring," Kagome said. She had followed him to the training grounds, and was now bored to tears. All he did was throw shuriken at targets and practice his fire release techniques. It was dreadful. She wanted to stick a kunai in her eye.
"Then go do something else." Kagome's eyes now focused on the dark haired boy who was at the moment training. She put a fake surprised face on.
"You can say more than hn? So you are human!" She shook her head as if amazed, then continued to speak. "Do it again, say something."
"Hn."
"Aw, no, not this again. And I thought you actually had a personality. That really is a shame." She continued on, dramatically trying to further irritate him.
"Hn."
Kagome's past has come back to haunt her! Just wait, I haven't even started. She'll slowly start to close herself off from others as more of her memories come back. But right now, she's still as happy and childish as ever. Next chapter, Kagome and Itahci will meet once again! Yay. Maybe I'll throw in Shisui? But then again, probably not. And what about ninja academy? Kagome will probably end up going there for a little bit, even though she is an ANBU.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
-Lian
