A/N: Ok people. This is a new chapter from moi. Anyway...how are you liking the story so far? Are you impressed, deligted, bored, or even...shocked? PM me. I'd like some feedback from the readers here. Ok. This chapter...will be...I don't know. Hard or easy, that depends on who you are. But...this should be pretty easy for people like causeiambetta and the Wolf Kunoichi person, can't remember their name. So...enjoy.
What am I? I'm a code. A series of digits that almost nobody can crack unless they get to know me well enough. A myriad of numbers and letters and a jumble of who knows what else that nobody knows except me and a few select people.
I wasn't always a CODE, persay. When I was a kid, I was an experiment. A lab rat, you could say. Someone to test new things on, because they were too afraid to test it on themselves, fearful of the results, deciding to use innocent children instead. 60 children, including me, were injected with DNA to see if a certain technique could indeed be replicated. As a result, 59 of us died, leaving only me. I had had friends in those 59 too. Like Kenji, Aobi, and Matty. They all died in the first few days after the test though, leaving only me and a bunch of other kids who I didn't know. Soon, those kids all died too, leaving only me. And I ran, ran away from that place, where my friends had died, where I had been scarred for life.
Some days I wonder what it would be like if my friends had lived. Would I be here right now? Would I be what I am right now? More importantly, would I know any of the people I know right now if they hadn't died? Probably not. If they hadn't died in that horrible experiment, I would've probably still been hanging out with them in our home village. We would've played around on the streets, grown up to be ninja, fight on the same squad, and be friends until death. Its not possible now though. All I actually remember of them is the way they look, and even then, I need a picture from the old days to remind me. Sometimes I wonder what they look like now, what they could've been, where they would live and if they would have kids or not. I shrug it off, still remembering their personalities from the old days. Kenji was good-natured, liked to play a lot, but could get really ticked off if you woke him up too early. Aobi was just generally hyper most of the time, jumping around and yelling like a crazy little bunny on crack. And Matty...he was mostly silent, but he knew how to laugh, knew when to be serious, knew when to be casual. Together, we were inseparable, all four of us.
Then I had watched them die one by one. Kenji went first, then Matty, then Aobi. Before they died, they'd each told me something that I would always remember. Kenji had told me not to give up, never to look back, never to regret his death, never to think that it was my fault. Matty had told me to remember how to laugh, because laughing is important, and he'd said that a world without humor is a world that's dead. And Aobi...I remember what he said so well...it was weird to hear him say this...seeing his personality and all. He'd told me never to let my dreams die, never let anything get in between them and me. And then...I remember so well...his onyx orbs, usually sparkling with happiness, had glazed over. Misted. His head had fallen back against the cold stone floor, lifeless. I stared into those dark eyes, and wondered...if...I would see him in the afterlife. And I remember...that was the first time...that I'd cried.
But here I am now. I'm following their advice. I've remembered how to laugh, even though its quite hard when your friends have just died. I haven't given up, haven't looked back, even though its kinda hard not to look back when your staring at a picture of your friends and you the first minute of the day when you wake up. I haven't let my dreams die either. I've remembered to keep on going, never to regret anything, and to...well...just have fun. Because I know that's what they would've wanted for me, for me not to be sad and gloomy most of the time just because they weren't there for me, and I for them.
Now...I'm not that kid anymore. I'm an adult. I am a leader now as well, while when I was a kid, I just used to tag along, being the youngest and all. I am not above ruling by the use of terror. I don't think that's appropriate for 12 year old kids. Even when they misbehave or make me impatient, I remember my friends and how we used to do that also. So I just shrug it off and tell them to continue or to stop whatever they are doing and go home already. I don't honestly use terror that much. It reminds me of my friends when we used to play Ninja in the Dark. We would jump out of bushes or stuff like that and scare passersby. It worked all the time.
I am a code. A puzzle. Complex, hard to work out, hard to beat. But it is possible to solve a puzzle, crack a code. So its not impossible to get to know me. Its just hard. I'm going too far into myself. The real question here would be: Who am I?
