JOURNAL ENTRY 2: THE MASSACRE
"Darn! Why I can't sleep!"
It was already 12 o' clock in that midnight and my eyes were wide open. This is getting into my nerves. I have to wake up 5 o' clock in the morning and here I am, still awake. How will I get an enough rest if my eyes can't even close?
The truth was my mind didn't want to sleep. It didn't want to shut off. My body's already craving for rest, but my mind didn't want to. I lied in my bed, staring at the ceiling… deeply thinking about the mysterious red-eyed guy who winked at me this afternoon.
His eyes were really beautiful. It was crimson red with black circle surrounding its iris. There were small dots inside his iris… black dots. His eyes gave off an aggressive impression… courage and determination. But something's wrong with it. His eyes were surrounded by horror… by abomination… by death…
His eyes seemed to know every kinds of death. His eyes were thirsting for blood; to quench his longing of carnage… he's a rebel. I'm sure of that. But he's more of a slaughterer than a fighter. A criminal… as Hideki said. But how fantastic his eyes were. And, here I am… admiring such beauty… beauty created by murder, hostility and hatred.
My mind was still wandering when I heard someone jerked the lock of the gate. It was clattering. I forced myself to go out and check it out, but I suddenly remembered that my master imprisoned me to my very own room. I sighed, and felt hopeless. My heart beat faster as the clattering grew louder.
I let myself thought of positive things despite the loud clattering outside. But, I can't. Aside from that disturbing noise, my whole body was aching from the beatings I got from my master this early afternoon, before he locked me up to my room. My bruises still hurt, and my right leg was totally paralyzed. I can't move my lower extremities. So, I can't walk well. He beat me up with his fan and his wooden cane. That bastard old man! If he wasn't my master, I already eliminated him from my sight.
But, I can't. I have a large gratitude to him. He gave me a job for me to survive. So, if it wasn't with him, I'll never live. I'd died.
My thoughts were troubled by a shrill scream. I suddenly stood up from my bed and found my right leg aching. I walked floppily towards the door and placed my ears on the door. My eyes widened as I heard a harsh yell from a maiden servant of my master. I heard footsteps, swords clashing… and the most sickening…
A moan from someone dying…
My whole body froze. I stood and leaned my head to the door. I looked up perplexedly in the ceiling. My mind was wandering again… as it went back to my terrible past…
I can still remember clearly how my family was been annihilated by Konoha ninjas. I was just a three-year old kid… they told me how dangerous my family was… family of witches, as they said… a demon-possessed kin… But, I know my family was not what they said… because I, myself…
…Knows the secrets of our bloodline…
Breathing snapped me out to reality. It was just near in my room. I can feel myself freezing and shivering from fear and trauma. I didn't want to see another holocaust… bloodshed of nonsense and selfish reasons…. I didn't want to…
The doorknob twitched. I stepped two steps away from the door. It slowly opened. My jaws dropped as I saw the person entering my room.
It was my master. He opened the door, but it was too late.
A katana suddenly appeared at his chest. I let go a whimper of shock. My hands were on my mouth, as my tears flowed out my eyes. I saw his blood gushed out of his chest. His eyes were now cold… he's dead. He fell down in front of me, as I saw a man standing at the door.
He was the one who killed my master. He was holding the katana, with the crimson liquid thickly flowing and creating spots in the floor. He had a jet-black hair and wearing a dark cape. He was wearing a forehead protector just like the ninjas around, but it had a long scratch. But, something was familiar to the scene…
He had scarlet eyes!
The same eyes of deception and death… a deceitful creation of butchery… those eyes that made me paralyze of fear… the same eyes that winked at me this afternoon… those eyes…
…I admire...
I was still frozen in shock and fear. But, my tears were flowing ceaselessly out of my eyes. Everything was so blurred because my tears blinded my sight. I can't see clearly what was happening. All I know was I was hearing screams, yelps, and people crying out for help…
… And, I was standing here… immobile to reach out and help them…
… Again, for the second time of my life… I felt so helpless… and hopeless…
I'm not seeing the servants and people around me… it was my past that I was starting to see… I was starting to bite the trap of delusion.
"Itachi! Did you find her?"
I heard that line over and over again. The voice was husky and loud. It snapped me out of the delusions as I stared to the man standing in the door.
He was staring at me. His scarlet eyes fixed in my features. I didn't know what he was looking at, but all I noticed is his eyes were emotionless. I felt as if I was going to melt. Honestly, he was handsome. But, he was a devil standing in front of me. He suddenly spoke.
"Yes. I did find her. The old man find her for me."
As those words passed through my ear, I was heartbroken. I was in despair, guilt and self-pity. I have enough of this. Now, I was getting more of it. My soul was now being tortured and being killed slowly… little by little… as I heard Hideki's voice… begging for mercy.
"Please… don't kill her…"
"Damn it! Why are you still thinking of me, you foolish dog keeper! Why… Why… Why…"
I shouted those words as I sobbed. I slowly fell down on my knees. I grew weak… and weaker. But, my tears flooded out my eyes. I whispered those words as I continually shed tears.
"Why should we kill her? She's the one we're looking for, weakling."
I heard those words from the red-eyed guy. Then, he slashed Hideki's throat. Hideki… before he breathed his last breath… looked at me and said.
"Never lose hope, Subaru… never…"
Those are the last words I heard from him. The man who killed him walked away from dead Hideki. I crawled slowly out of the room, and reached for Hideki's corpse. I slowly touched his cold face, and alleged.
"You're really foolish… Hideki… Hope… There's no hope left for someone miserable like me… All you care is your dogs… You… don't… know… anything…"
I snickered. Then the last servant was killed by a kunai. The blood spurted out of its body as it splashed my face. I felt how warm blood is. The horror struck me immediately. Everyone in the house was killed, and I was the only one left…
…Only one survived… again…
The blood of the dead corpses lying around me painted the walls. It made me pale. It made me numb. My tears suddenly stopped. There were no tears left in my eyes to mourn for them. For my heart was frozen… by the pain and despair… nothing left to me… only my heart that was angst-ridden, and my soul… grief-stricken… The corpses around me had left traces of tears in their eyes. Their faces demonstrated fear and terror. I was now sitting in the house full of corpses… killed mercilessly by these ninjas, standing in front of me, checking each of these dead bodies if one of them still breathing.
"Nothing left."
"How about the dogs? Did you kill them?"
"Yes, Itachi. No evidence left."
"Good. So, we can now all go back to the headquarters and bring this girl there."
The red-eyed guy sat down to his knees in my front. I stared at him with my eyes bewildered. He touched my face. He wiped off the blood that splashed in my face.
"Such beautiful face is too innocent to have bloodstains."
Beautiful. He had the most beautiful eyes I ever seen. He looked straightly at me. He saw the bandages covering my right leg. He asked.
"Is that leg injured?"
I nodded. I was so puzzled that I lost my tongue to speak. The event and the scene shaken me so much that I was traumatize psychologically. My hands clenched. It crumpled my skirt. Suddenly, without noticing… I cried. I poured all my heart unintentionally.
He called one of his comrades and requested to heal me up. I didn't noticed how his comrade did it, but he never went away from me. He thanked his comrade and whispered to him.
"Clean up this mess. We're out of here."
He held out his hand to me. I seized out mine and clutched his hand. It was warm. He assisted me to stand. I can now felt my body aching again. My heart suffered so much that it complimented with my physical pain. I was feeling groggy, so he decided to lift me up to his arms. He was strong, I said to myself.
We went out of the house. The whole place was burning, as my soul smoldering by the nuisance. I wish everything were just a dream. I was watching the house slowly turning into ashes… ashes that will be carried by the wind… I watched everything as I gazed up to his face.
Just like before, he was impassive. As expected to an assassin showing no emotions or expression of killing people for a reward or request, he showed nothing but cold gawk. He held me tightly in his arms and said to his comrades…
"Let's go before ANBU gets here."
As we were escaping through the forest, I was still staring at the house slowly blazing. What will happen next? Will my life be as miserable as the last chapter? Am I going to continue suffering my family's curse of forever lurking in despair? My soul was burning for answers. Now, that he's taking me away from here, my heart was already fleeting away from reality. It was slowly dying.
And, his eyes… they were starving for death. I wish my eyes were like him, for I didn't want to cry anymore. There were no tears left… I was a zombie… taken away by him…
A/N: So, that's for chapter 2. It's a little bit harsh, morbid and gloomy. Hope you'll like it. I'll be updating every Friday, so expect new chapters during weekends. Thanks to those people who submitted their reviews, and they are… coolRiku and HimeHikari. You really make me happy! Hehe! Thanks for reading and have a nice day!
