Caution! This fanfic includes scenes with blood, especially in the first 2 chapters. If you get disturbed by this please do not proceed and read it. This story is not based on violence, but does include inner paradoxes of the main character –somewhat similar to Gaara.
So please be aware of these before you start reading.
Disclaimer: None of the Naruto character's belong to me, only the characters that you never heard of in the anime or the manga belong to me, such as the members Akamoroki clan.
Imari Akamoroki © to Yasemin Baran (me).
PS: When I wrote the names together with the last name, I wrote it in Japanese fashion. Which means when I say "Akamoroki Imari", Akamoroki is the last name, Imari is the first name.
My first story ever Fanfic. Enjoy!
PART 1: The Girl Who Killed Her Parents
It was a chilly autumn evening. The three year old girl was playing with the fallen red and yellow leaves in the garden. The surrounding was washed with the orange rays of setting sun, the little girl chuckled as the she played along. She heard the door of the house opening, but she didn't pay attention. Two pairs of foot steps came closer to Imari; it was then that she looked up to face her parents.
"Hi Imari." her mother said in a calm voice, but she caught the worry in it.
"Is there something wrong mum?" she asked with a soft childish voice.
"No. But we have to talk…" It was her father.
Imari quit her game and stood up in front of the two adults. "What is it?" she asked confused. She hadn't done something wrong, but her father's voice sounded heavy.
Imari's mother crouched and put her hands over the little girl's shoulders. "Imari, me and father made a decision for the sake of our family."
Imari looked ever confused. She did not understand a bit about what was going on.
"Imari…" her father spoke with that heavy voice again. "I do not expect you to understand this decision, but our family is in danger." He started explaining when he saw the girl's eyes gotten bigger.
"The world out there is a dangerous one and people don't understand everything… That's why they might be coming to our house to kill us."
"Kill!" she exclaimed, she was taught what killing was since the first day she could understand the human nature.
"U-huh…" The father sighed. "Your mother was a very gifted ninja, which she quit after our marriage. She carries a very powerful blood, which people call "bloodlimit" or "bloodline". Some people find these bloodlimits dangerous, and they have started looking for those people and kill them."
Imari could not believe what she was hearing. At this early an age, she could understand what she was hearing, because she was brought up as a real Akamoroki, the infamous clan tied with the Secret Village of Konoha. A clan that was famous for raising assassins.
Imari looked at her mother for confirmation.
"Imari…" her mother said with a heavy voice, "We do not wish to suffer and be tortured by these savages…"
"That is why mother and I have decided to do this by ourselves!" the father exclaimed.
"What?" Imari gasped. "Are… are you… going to kill yourselves?" she demanded.
"Yes and no…" the mother said, Imari looked in confusion.
"We don't want to see you suffer either…" the father finished his wife's sentence.
Imari looked at the two of them; stepped back to free herself from her mother's touch. Her own parents were talking about taking their lives and hers! They talked not about fighting back, or running away to survive this massacre. Imari's 3 years old brain was filled with thoughts, and her heart with emotions.
"No!" she said in a determined voice. "I will not be killed!" she yelled.
Imari's parents were shaken by this unexpected response. She had done everything they had told her before; they were not used to being snapped at by the little girl.
The father crossed his brows. "Disobedience is not acceptable!" he said harshly. The mother lowered her hair without saying anything.
"I will not be killed by my parents, or any other person who doesn't value their life! I want to live and see more of this world!" she yelled and got ready to run away after seeing his father's expression.
The father, who had no ninja skills, started for the girl. Imari moved aside swiftly.
"You little- !" The father gave a nudge to his wife with his elbow. The woman nodded in obedience and made some hand movements. Imari eyed her mother curiously; she hadn't seen her mother do ninja stuff before.
Suddenly at Imari's feet, the earth cracked a little and a long ivy shot out to wrap itself around the little girl. Imari tried to break free from it, but she could not tear it, nor loosen it.
"Okaa-san…" she looked at her mother in disbelief, tears started to fill her eyes.
"Since you are willing to run away, I should start with her Imari… I am sorry that you endure this…" the father said. He produced a knife from the back of his belt and moved closer to his daughter, held it up and –.
"IIEEEEEE!" Imari screamed with all her might.
Suddenly the air was filled with leaves; fresh, green leaves from the trees had torn themselves. The leaves fluttered wildly around the two adults. Both of Imari's parents were confused; they didn't understand what was going. The father came to himself first, and went on with his lethal move, seeing this; the mother turned to struggling Imari and tightened the grip of the ivy.
The man stopped in the middle of his move, his body was hurt; he could feel the blood leaking from various parts of his body. He looked down to his body to see –.
In few minutes the remainder of the leaves fell onto the ground. The smell of blood filled the air. Imari brushed the loosened ivy off her body and looked at the two bodies lying on the floor, covered with blood.
Imari tried to pull off the leaves that had curled up to function like needles, but some had sunk too much into their skin that it wouldn't go free. She looked at her parents, the parents that had given her life, the parents that she had taken their lives.
She had used the leaves as weapons to save her life, but for that, she had to kill her parents who had gone mad. For few minutes she remained looking the bodies, not knowing what to do next. Nobody would notice the incident since their house was located few minutes out of the Akamoroki village, which was located right outside the Hidden Village of Konoha.
Imari knew she couldn't survive alone. The girl decided to take off for the Akamoroki village, they would understand her… No. She would make up a story. That sounded better.
Imari walked all the way to the Akamoroki village, the sun had gone beyond the mountains, taking away all the light. The little girl reached the village, it was calm, there were few people walking around. Nobody noticed the little girl. Imari didn't know where to go; she didn't have any relatives, so she just walked around to find someone that she knew. She didn't have to search for too long, a tall man approached the little girl from behind, sensing someone behind her, Imari turned around to face a man with huge muscles and a long dark hair.
"Ho, Imari!" the man greeted the little girl with a slight smile.
"H-hi…" she said in low spirits, though she was glad to meet someone she knew.
Akamoroki Kuroshi was the village's spokesman. He was responsible for the villages' actions, it was his duty to keep the village in order, since it was located outside of Konoha. The Hokage had titled him to keep an eye on the village in his stead.
"What could be the reason you are wandering here alone at this time of the day?" His face carried frictions of worry, but his voice was sly.
"Well…" Imari turned her gaze away from him. She didn't know how to explain this, that he had murdered her parents because she didn't want to die. Killing someone out of a reason was a crime, and she didn't think that he would believe his story: parents wanting to kill their child.
Kuroshi bent down until he was Imari's level. We moved closer to her ear and whispered:
"I know what you have done…" he was bearing a sly smile.
Imari's eyes grew for a moment, this was something the little girl didn't expect.
"But don't worry, your secret is safe with me." He continued to whisper. Then he straightened up. "Come with me, I'll take care of you…" he said and started walking without looking at the girl.
Imari didn't know what else to do, she didn't have another place to go, nor was she sure that she could find another person to believe what had happened. She followed the man. Kuroshi was a trustable man, as far as she knew from her parents.
Imari followed the town spokesman Akamoroki Kuroshi to his house, thinking that she could live a normal life.
"Come, follow me…" he said in a friendly tone.
Imari was following Kuroshi, but after a while, she was sure that they weren't going to the spokesman's house.
"Anoo… Where are we going Kuroshi-sama?" she asked.
"I want to show you something before we go home." He said in a natural tone, highlighting the word 'home' as if they had been living under the same roof all these times. Imari nodded and continued following the huge man.
After walking what seemed to be like a quarter of an hour, Kuroshi stopped in front of a stone building of two stories.
"It looks deserted." Imari spoke her thoughts aloud. Kuroshi nodded, went on and opened the shattered door. He disappeared into the dark house. Imari stared at the darkness, until she heard the comforting voice of Kuroshi-sama.
"Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Imari walked into the building, not knowing where this place was.