Well, I wrote and uploaded one in one day, and started this one the same. So I'm not completely useless. I just want to warn the world, that I've listened to every Three Days Grace song I could get my hands on and have listened to them all 5 times today. At least. Well, awesome news: I HAVE INSPIRATION! I know, crazy right? Well, here's my inspiration.
PS… a week or two later - my inspiration died. And so, this was finished way way way way way way way way way later!
Emotions are unimportant to a shinobi. They only hold you down. I'm sure you understand me, Zulaan.
"Yes, you're right It-sensei. If I keep thinking about Kiba, it'll only weigh me down, and I won't be a skilled kunoichi anymore."
That's the spirit! Now clone yourself, and have your clone transform into Kiba. And I want you to then kill your clone. I swear me heart skipped a beat. Even if it wasn't the real Kiba-kun, it was still someone who looked like him. Wait. Kiba-kun's not right. Inuzuka. Yeah. I don't want to kill Inuzuka.
"Bunshin no jutsu!" I said, and there was a copy of myself.
"Henge!" my copy shouted, and I could see that it was an elaborate Henge, It was definitely helping. The chakra system looked like Kiba's, and it smelled like Kiba, and… "Oh kami I can't do this!" I whispered to myself as a pulled out a kunai shakily. I was nauseated as I dove forward and plunged the kunai into my clone. It poofed away, and I fell to my knees. And threw up. That horrible stench that only vomit has greeted my nose, and I got up and ran away 5 yards or so so that I could breath.
You're getting there. Baby steps Zula-chan, baby steps. It's always hard at first, but you'll get used to it. Take a few deep breathes, then try again. I tried again, and this time I only gagged a little bit. But that smell of wet dog Kiba has, it was so lifelike…. I couldn't think about it without almost vomiting again. I took a long gulp of water out of a canteen I had stolen. With hardly any money, I wanted to save it for really important things.
I could tell the sun was beginning to set. Perhaps it was because I was that talented to sense the change in temperature, and that I was adapting really well to a tough situation. Or maybe it was just that It said, The sun's setting, we should find some shelter. Tomorrow I have an important mission for you! I lay in a shallow cave, my unseeing eyes facing to the stone roof. I was secretly excited for my first mission. What would It have me do? Would it be easy, like the simple things genin do when they're first promoted? Or would it be something more challenging and exciting?
I felt like someone was kicking my brain… and I was pretty sure that the kicker was It. Rise and shine, honey! It called sarcastically.
"Gah, shut up!" I growled, rubbing my temples as I sat up. I felt around the dirt floor for my hitaie-ate, and tied it over my eyes wearily. Mission time, Zulaan, it reminded. I nodded, the importance of that not yet sinking in. Suddenly, I straightened up, and in an extremely uncharacteristic squeal, said, "Mission time! Sugoi!" I think I heard It chuckle, but I ignored it, standing up so quickly I hit my head on the low cave roof. "Itai…" I groaned, calming down and taking a sip of stale water. (does stale water exist? I think it does…) I brushed out my tangled black hair with my fingers, wishing for a brush. I'm positive I must've looked quite a sight in that state.
Wandering towards the nearby town, I finally got tired of waiting.
"OK, tell me. What's the mission?"
I thought you'd never ask!
"Well I did. So tell."
There's a mist ninja in the village.
"Yes?"
You're going to kill him.
"Why?"
Killing needs no why. It is an art in itself, and you must be able to perform it quickly, effortlessly, and emotionlessly in order to truly be strong, and to survive. I paused. As much as I hated to admit it, he really was right.
"Let's go find him then." I could practically feel the smirk coming off of It. And something else was mixed into his smugness. Was it… pride?
The Mist ninja was walking calmly down the street. I doubt he really expected to die. He was whistling a sort of obnoxious tune, strutting down the street like he owned the place. As much as I didn't want to, I put on an innocent little façade, and ran up to the ninja. My hitaie-ate was hidden back in the cave.
"Shinobi-san! Shinobi-san! You have to help me! My house is on fire! Quick! Come help!" I guess I was a good liar - he believed me, and said: "Lead the way little girl!" Oh yeah. He was so going down. I had to pretend to run slowly, as he would definitely suspect something if I moved at ninja speed. We arrived at a run-down little abandoned cottage. No flames in sight. He looked at me confusedly, but it was too late for him. I plunged a kunai deep into his chest. "N-nani…?" the dying ninja asked. "Your death will give me strength," I said. I leaned in close, so that I could whisper right into his ear. "Arigatou, Shinobi-san." With that, I twisted the kunai, pulled it out, and slit his throat just to be positive. I carefully untied the hitaie-ate from around the ninja's forehead, and looted him for tools. I didn't really want to steal off of a dead man, but he had money, food and tools. He even had a couple smoke bombs.
The walk back to the cave was peaceful and uneventful. I could hear the pleasant chirp of birds. It wasn't bothering me, which felt nice. I plopped down at the edge of the cave, and felt a cool summer-like breeze wash over me. I took a deep intake of breath, but halted. Why was I so happy? In Shinobi Academy, they taught us that when you first kill someone, you will be very sad, and have trouble getting over it. But I'm in a good mood. A GOOD mood. I hadn't even been in one since probably before Konoha. At least, not a really good mood, like I was in now. As hard as I tried, I just really wasn't sorry he was dead. "Why?" I wondered aloud. It finally came out.
I guess you're just a natural at this!
I smiled a little bit. "You really think so?"
Hai. You should continue with this sort of training. When you get used to it, then you'll have a meaning, and then you won't feel any guilt or sadness again.
"Sounds nice."
Together, we can efface the sorrow. But I have one question.
"Shoot," I said.
Why did you keep the forehead protector? I stopped. I didn't really know why. "I guess it just felt like I should. A memento of my first kill?" I chuckled a little bit. I then grabbed the Mist hitaie-ate, and tied it around my arm.
It looks nice.
"It feels nice too," I smiled.
I didn't know at the time, but guilt wasn't the only thing It was erasing. He was also, piece by piece, erasing my sanity.
You like it? I FINALLY uploaded it! :) Yays! So yeah. Minty-chan, I gave Zulaan some happies through the strangest way I could find. Hope you like it.