This reflection
She smiles at her reflection, alone in her private place. She found it, when she had thought she could never have this privacy, this freedom. She found this place. It is her gift, a gift from some other being who wants her to be happy. Someone who cares. She loves that someone,that being she doesn't know.
Her reflection smiles back at her. A twisted mirror. 'Maybe this world is just a reflection,' she thinks. Then she thinks what a strange thought that was. How strange it is she has no power over her own thoughts. She laughs quietly, timidly. But then she realizes she is alone; this is her private place, and she laughs louder. Her voice almost scares her, but at the same time she feels wonderful. Alive. So happy.
The sun barely survives on its way through the trees. She likes the shade though, the sun hurts her eyes, makes her blink too much. Kiba always made fun of her, said she was allergic to the sun. She must be a vampire. Sometimes she wished she was.
If she was a vampire, what would she do? She would suck out Kiba's blood and laugh at him. She would be brave and loud and witty. Vampires lived forever didn't they? A whole eternity to come up with witty things to say. She laughs out loud, enjoying her freedom. She'll have to go back soon, but for now, for this moment she will enjoy this feeling.
Would Naruto notice her if she was a vampire? Surely he would, but would he like her then? He would hate her, wouldn't he? Because vampires aren't good creatures, they feed off the blood of others. They kill to be alive. Like that boy. The boy from Sand. She doesn't understand how anyone could feel alive by killing.
Just thinking of him scares her. She feels like thinking of him will call him to her, like a bad spirit. She pushes him out of her thoughts, careful to keep him away.
She likes this reflection, this twisted reflection in the water, better than her mirror. Because while the mirror is Death, water is Life. This is her place. This is where she feels she belongs, by herself. 'This is where I am alive.' She thinks, and she laughs again. She imagines her laughter floating up to join the sunlight and the wind in the leaves.