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 ever Fanfic. Enjoy!
PART 2: The Gruesome Plan of the Village Akamoroki
The house was dark; Akamoroki Imari couldn't see where she was going, so she held spokesman Kuroshi's hand. They stopped in front of a steel door, Kuroshi knocked it thrice. The door opened, and the light of a torch hurt Imari's eyes, which were already gotten used to the darkness. Kuroshi continued walking; they walked passed the man behind the door, whose face was hidden in the shade of the torch's light.
Kuroshi guided Imari down some stairs, still holding her hand. The stairway was a narrow one, lit by many torches.
When they came to the cellar, it was a huge rectangular room and it was crowded for a deserted house. Imari looked up at Kuroshi-sama, he didn't gave her a glance and kept on walking, still holding her small hand.
There were some townsmen whose face Imari already knew. Most of them had the Konoha headprotector, they must be ninjas Imari thought. She was somewhat worried, especially when they stopped in the middle of the room and she saw some cages. In the cages were people, who were tied up tightly. Imari looked around, everyone was focused on her, her 3 years old mind just did not understand what the heck was going on.
"Great, you brought her." Imari heard a man saying. She looked where the voice came from, but the man was wrapped with a cloak and his face was covered, she could see the torches' flickering reflection in his eyes.
Kuroshi nodded and let go of the girl's hand, held her under the arms and lifted her. Imari was put on the altar in the middle of the room. Kuroshi stepped back.
"Have you readied him as well?" Kuroshi asked to some men. They nodded and the two men behind them came forward, holding a big object that reminded Imari of a cauldron, only it had a lid too.
They brought the cauldron-like object and put it on the altar, next to Imari. All the little girl could do was to watch what was going on around her. She looked at Kuroshi, who was busy arranging something.
"Everything is as planned…" Kuroshi said to the man wrapped in cloaks. The man nodded.
"Did she kill them?" The mysterious man asked, this time Kuroshi nodded.
"Her bloodlimit has already shown itself, she is the one we are looking for." said Kuroshi.
The mysterious man turned where Imari was standing. She could feel his piercing gaze. She looked back at him without a trace of fear. "Get going!" he demanded as moved aside.
Imari had demanded to lie on the altar, Kuroshi seemed fine and he was by her side, she did what she was told. The men whom Imari thought to be ninjas formed a wide circle around the altar and wrote some stuff on the floor.
"You lay here Imari, don't worry." Kuroshi said with a friendly smile, and then went to stand outside the circle. Imari wasn't afraid, she was only curious about what was going on.
It was then that she heard the loud humming of the ninjas.
She looked around, still lying. The symbols and forms that the ninjas drew started to glow, and then she saw the hidden symbols written beforehand which reached all the way to the altar. The altar was suddenly filled with a faint blue glow. Imari just looked at the scribbling, but she didn't know how to read, she didn't know what it said.
Few minutes passed, the ninjas were still humming, the writings were ever glowing. Imari felt a strange feeling; it was causing the hair on her neck to stand, her body gave a shiver. She wasn't afraid, but her body was just reacting to something beyond her; something stronger than her.
Then Imari heard it.
The lid of the cauldron-like object was vibrating, then it started to shake as if it was going to fly off. The mysterious man in the cloaks walked into the circle. He made some movements with his hands, then produced a scroll from his cloak. Holding the scroll in between his fingers, he mumbled some words. Suddenly he pulled opened the scroll, which then wrapped itself around the cauldron.
It was all happening too fast and Imari's brain just wasn't registering all these strange and weird actions. The last thing she remembered was that the lid of the cauldron had flown open, and a gaseous form floated out. She thought she saw a pair of red eyes were staring down at her from the gaseous form. The sound in the room had risen; it was then she saw the gaseous thing coming closer to her. It was then that she felt fright, she shut her eyes tight and felt a strange chill cover her body. She had felt that she was turned over by human hands and her shirt was ripped open, and felt the chilly touch of a small tissue at her back. Then there was the pain. A pain so strong that she could not even scream her feelings out.
When Imari's conscious came back, she could feel the cold stone floor that she was lying on. Nothing felt different, until she felt something at her back. Her eyes opened. She was still in the rectangular room, lying on the altar, facing the ceiling.
Imari eyed the room. There was a foul smell in the room, a smell she remembered from few hours ago: the smell of blood. Her eyes opened wide and tried to see what was going on. Whatever it was, it was behind the room, where the cages were. She tried to sit up, but she was stopped by Kuroshi-sama's warning, she remained lying.
Imari lied there trying to remember what had just happened, she did not see the gaseous form anymore, and the cauldron wasn't shaking anymore. While these thoughts were passing in her mind, she heard a laugh, which caused goose bumps all over her body.
"What was that!" she thought.
"Ohh, what the heck was that? Hahaha!" Imari heard a deep male's voice. The strange thing was that, it hadn't come from someone in the room! It had come from straight inside her!
Imari's eyes opened wider.
"W-who are you?" She asked.
"Hee hee! You have no idea little girl, dontchya?" The voice said. "You can call me –"
As the man was about to introduce himself, Kuroshi had come.
"Imari, you will drink this." Rather than asking, he demanded that she did drink it. She looked at Kuroshi, but he wasn't holding any glass.
"Drink what?" She asked with a trembling voice, not afraid of what she was going to drink, but she was shaken by the voice that came from inside her.
Two men came by Kuroshi's side, holding what seemed to be a leather bag. Kuroshi moved aside, telling Imari to drink. The two men started to pour the liquid in the bag on Imari's face. Imari opened her mouth to welcome the drink, but as soon as the first drop fell on her tongue, she realized this was sick! She was not going to drink blood! And then there was that deep voice again…
"If you want to stay alive, you need to drink it…"
"I… I can't drink blood!" Imari replied in her mind.
"Then you won't live. Isn't it what you want? To live?" the voice said in a sincere tone.
Imari thought about this for a second. Was it not the reason she killed her own parents? Didn't she murder them to survive, to live? Imari slowly parted her lips, and shut her eyes.
Kuroshi's lips formed a slight smile, then nodded to the men next to him. Imari felt the warmth on her face. She tried not to close her mouth, a feeling inside her prevented her from doing so. She drank all of it, unwillingly, but no more disgusted either.
After few minutes, all the ninja around Imari had come closer to her. She sat up and eyed them, tried to see their faces in the dim light. She still wasn't sure what had happened, and what that voice coming inside her was.
"Good girl." Kuroshi finally said, breaking up the silence.
"Are you sure it worked Kuroshi-sama?" said one of the ninja.
Kuroshi nodded with a satisfied smile on his face, "yes it has… See it for yourself!" he barked and turned Imari's face to the ninja who asked the question. The man's eyes opened wide and he stepped back.
Kuroshi patted Imari on the head. "Good girl. Now, you shall be Konoha's trump card! The strongest of them all! The Hokage wouldn't use the Kyuubi kid, but he shall not oppose to use you as the villages weapon…" Kuroshi smiled. Imari didn't like what the spokesman had said, though she had no idea what he was talking about, nor did she like the smile on his face.
"What… what happened to me?" Imari finally asked in a shy tone.
"You have been blessed by one of your ancestors! You have now become the unbeatable ninja!" Kuroshi's eyes looked wild, Imari started to think that the spokesman had lost his mind. Kuroshi-sama wasn't making any sense.
With the corner of her eye, Imari saw that the mysterious man wrapped in cloaks going up the stairs and disappearing into the darkness.
"Now Imari…" Kuroshi-sama said in a calm tone. "… we can go home." He gave a fatherly smile and held her hand. Imari jumped down the altar. Kuroshi took out a handkerchief and wiped her blood covered face. Imari held Kuroshi-sama's hand and followed her to his house.
That night Imari had a bad sleep, saw horrible nightmares, but still she couldn't wake herself up. After enduring all the nightmares, Imari woke up early in the morning. Even though she had a horrible night, she felt as if she slept for months and wouldn't have to sleep for another few months.
Akamoroki Imari started a new day, with new feelings. She no more thought of her parents, nor what she had done with them. When she closed her eyes, she could only see one thing: A face of a man. A man that spoke to her in her nightmarish dreams with a deep voice.
A man that called himself Kyoushu.