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A/N: Not much to say, I can only update this one fanfic for a while because of technical reasons, but I will update the oters later. So, please read and review (I hope you enjoy!)
Rivers
I once had this tree. It was a really tall, really old tree that had perfect, thick branches to perch on, and enough leaves to hide myself from onlooking villagers. When I was little, it was my haven, my secret hide-out, where I felt safe and secure. I always used to think up in that tree, I could see all of Japan, and I ruled all the land I saw. In that tree, I was king, I was a ninja, I was normal. That tree held all my secrets and fears, and it made me feel better knowing that something so immortal would always be there to listen to them. Before, my mother was my tree. She held all my deepest secrets and fears, and she soothed me and made me feel safe. But the day she passed into the world of the dead, that tree was all I had left.
The night she passed was the night of the invisible moon. I had temporarily transformed into a human, which made me even more scared. Usually, when my hair had swapped from the silver mane I am used to, to the deep black and my night vision is lost, as well as my sharp hearing and other powers, I would get scared. The feeling was almost like big hands covering my ears and eyes. My mother always used to comfort me in those nights, but that night, she couldn't.
She was getting older, and I (a hanyou) was growing at half the time she was. Only a few hairs on her beautiful black mane were beginning to fade the night it happened. She was feeling slightly sick that day, but she paid no mind to it at the time.I had left that night to go get water from the small river close to our home. I was only gone for a moment, and I washurrying too (I was to afraid to be outside in human form). By the time I hadreached ourhome, she was already gone. I had noidea what to do next without her. I was always used to her saving me from everything that went wrong in my life, but this time she wasn't there to helpme or comfort me. My safety was gone.
Afraid to stay in my home any longer, I fled to the one place where I knew no demon or human could touch me. It was much harder to find the tree in the middle of the forest at night with human eyes, but I found it after alot of running desperately in circles. I climbed the tree up to the tallest branch andnestled into a ball against the trunk. For the first time in my life, I cried with no mother to comfort me. The rivers of grief on my face could not be dried up by her reassuring voice any longer. I was alone.
Suddenly, the wind picked up and blew the dripping tears off my face and onto thebranch on the tree I was sitting on. Ilistened to thesound of the leaves dancing in the wind, almost like faint whispers talking to me. I remembered then how many times this tree had hidden me from angry villagers and sometimes even a demon or two.I remembered all the fun I had in this tree, and how much fun I might yet to have. Then I realized Idid have someone (or something) to dry the future rivers.
