The Sun and the Moon
By Twisted Tristan
Disclaimer: You no sue, me ish happy .
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I think I'm at 4 now!! –does a little hop skip and jump- You like me! You really like me! –holds up her plastic Grammy, blows kisses- Jk Jk Hey Ya'll, me and my girlfriends are all thinking of combining up and making just one name where you can find it. I have to talk it over with them, but pretty soon you might just have to find me under the name Twisted Sisters! But if we switched over our stories, then I'll lose all my precious reviews! –cries- My lovely reviews!! –pulls them towards her and kisses every last one- I'm a freak I know.. Anyway.. Thanks to Bill the Cat, KabutoWhore, Zi, Moonsweet, and Kiasca. You all reviewed!! I love you guys –cries- Please review moooore!! Tell me what you think!! I thought the Kyuubi was white but who cares. Ya know what? I can make it any damn I please, ya know why?!?! Cause I'm God! Lol jk
Warning: See da Prologue dummy!
Rating: PG or maybe just G
I surged up from my bed, sweat pouring down my face. I painstakingly gulped down an expanse of air, my throat burning as it went down. My heart pumped so fast it almost hurt. It was just a bad dream... The same bad dream that haunted me, night after night. The same bad dream I'd been having every night since my parents died...
It's been almost four years since then... I'm different now. I don't smile, I don't laugh, I don't feel... I am a man now. I am... a Shinobi.
The war is still raging... Besides small victories, and major losses, the war hasn't changed much since four years ago, but its not like it was expected to anyway. This particular war has been going on for almost a decade now. It's become a fact of life. It's not anything new to walk down the street, wave to your neighbors, and then pass the rotting corpse of what was once a valiant Shinobi... In all the years I've lived, I've learned one important thing; life doesn't change, only people do. You better learn that lesson quick in life, or else I'm afraid you'll be thoroughly disappointed.
Setting my feet down on the cold, dirty ground I got up, pushing aside my thin scratchy blankets. I stepped toward a dirt-covered window, wiping away the grime with the heel of my hand. The sun was just beginning to rise over the grim looking buildings that make up my village of Konoha. I live in an old house that was abandoned after its occupants were most likely killed. Every since my parents died, I've been moving from place to place trying to find a house and friends. There doesn't really seem to be any point now. People die... what's the point of trying to get to know them before they get taken away? It's just setting yourself up for heartbreak anyway.
Trying to dust my dirty self off, I listened intently at the doorway before venturing outside. If one wasn't careful, one could get killed. Looking down at myself, I realized how dirty I was. My arms were caked with blood, dirt and sweat, my hair greasy and grimy. I couldn't even remember the last time I washed. If I ever had at all... When one was running away or hiding, one did not have time to worry about one's appearance.
The morning passed fairly swiftly, steal a bruised apple, hide from bullies and thugs, steal some more scraps of food if possible. It was right after I'd stolen a small bite of dried jerky and was sitting down in some poor, dingy alleyway that things started to go wrong.
A little boy, not older then maybe three emerged from under a dirty blanket next to a trashcan. If I thought I was dirty, I was nothing compared to him. I looked like I was a rich lord compared to this poor kid. His hair was matted and tangled, so dark that it was impossible to tell what it had originally been. His face was only a shade lighter then his hair, so caked with dust and filth that at first I thought he was a pile of mud! He looked up at me with those big, blue eyes, and he looked so pitiful my cold heart melted. I ripped off a small piece of jerky and slipped into my mouth.
"Here ya go brat, now get out of here!" I said trying to sound annoyed while I handed over my hard won prize. The kid gave me a little smile that made the sun seem to shine brighter. Oddly enough, I felt this odd little feeling inside of me. This warm sensation near my heart. What was this feeling? I shook my head, trying to get these weird thoughts and emotions out of me.
I tried to go on with my day, the same as normal, but somehow this feeling just wouldn't go away. It followed me around as I did my daily rounds, hiding and eating, trying to stay alive. But still the image of that kid just wouldn't go away. Finally, the sun was going down and it was time to start heading home. I was happily munching away on a carefully earned piece of fruit, when I heard the familiar yell of "KYUUBI!!!"
In a moment I was down a dark alleyway and hiding behind a trashcan. With just that one word, people scattered like ants, hiding away until the whole village looked like it was abandoned. Only one person was stupid enough to occupy the main road. One little person who similarly to a certain young, grimy, little boy.
"Noo!" I whispered, as I felt the familiar sinister chakra making its way down the street. I almost dashed out in the street. But that was folly. Why would I risk utmost-certain death just for a little boy? Even if I did, who said I could even save him? And then I caught a glimpse of my mortal enemy. The one creature in the world that I hated even more then I loved life. The Kyuubi. And he was heading right for my little friend.
And in that one moment, rage welled up in me, so strong that it almost hurt inside my chest. How dare he come and take another person I befriended? I swore to myself silently, that I would never again feel helpless. I would rather die, then sit back and have to watch another person I knew die.
The Kyuubi raced forward, a sickening grin spreading over his blood spattered face. The little boy turned around, his face turning into a look of pure horror and terror as he saw the frightening youma racing at him.
Before I knew it, I was on top of the Kyuubi's back, ready to do my worst. Here I was, a kid of only 11, holding on the back of the world's most powerful demon. It would have been funny if I hadn't been in life- threatening danger. Desperate to hurt him before he threw me off, I did the only thing that I could think of... I bit him. Yes, I bit a demon who had killed over thousands of highly trained Shinobi's in the span of ten years.
The Kyuubi yelped, sounding so much like a little doggy I had once kicked, that I couldn't help myself but laugh. In that one moment, the Kyuubi threw me off and turned on me like an angry, humiliated, and dangerous animal. He turned such a murderous glare at me that I shut up immediately. This I knew was Death. I was staring into the face of Death itself. And death would take me today... But at least I had saved one person. Just one person would live to see another day... because of me. And that was enough.
He raised one gigantic snow-white paw at me and the whole world stood still. I stole one last glance at the little boy... Maybe he would grow up to a powerful ninja, like I could have been... Maybe someday he could even become the Hokage of the village. The possibilities were endless. But I would never live to see what happened to that boy...
A stretch of ivory came storming down in front of my eyes... and then the whole world went black again.
Well, that's it for Chapter 1! Did you like it?? If you did please review! Bye ya'll and after this, you might have to find me under the penname Twisted Sisters, so please re-review to all you nice people who already reviewed. Thanks a lot! Bye!! Will you all please re-review?? Bye!!
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