The Strength Of A Whirlpool
By RinPuffy
Disclaimer: I strive hard to own Naruto. However, this dream has not been acheived as of yet.
To start off, I would say that Kaori was your normal, average girl. She looked like one, if you couldn't see her eyes. Her so very blue eyes—it could have been warm if she had tried. But she didn't see reason to. Her hair was golden, a warm golden, one that made you think of sunshine, daffodils, and all manner of pleasant golden stuff. She was 5 foot 7, a height that made her taller than some. But then I would be lying. Because Kaori is not your normal, average girl. At least not from our point of view.
Because for one thing, Kaori had an aura. She could not find another word for the thing, the very power (or was it?) that she had. That blue mist that gave her strength, that enabled her to do more, seemed to come from her very essence. She called it…she called it…nothing. Because she just couldn't give something that awesome a name.
Of course, it had created problems. When she was young, and, she liked to think, foolish, she had exhibited her powers. And after that it had gotten round. Some thought she practiced witchcraft. Some held her in awe, but never came near, much like a superhero in a graphic novel that is held in respect, but close connections are never forged. Her difference was held in admire, and never touched. She was lonely. Some never came close, knowing she had the power, but not knowing what she would do with it. And so at a young age, she was isolated. One cannot blame her for how she grew up to be- cold, indifferent, not liking contact with others. However, in her free time, she spent on herself- gathering knowledge, training her physical ability. She had sharp intellect and a fit physique. Her only failing was her inability to trust anyone.
Perhaps more should be explained of her past. She is an orphan, and grew up with nannies and governesses, of whom she had no affection for. Her vast fortune she inherited from her deceased parents, whose past she was disinterested in. In fact, she felt no care at all for any being, not even herself. It was a cold, neutral connection. She had her oddities, though. It proved she was human. She liked dogs and wolves, and reveled in their strength and grace.
Kaori liked to create new things to do with her power. She called them her inventions. It gave her a special feeling to create something, perhaps the only one she had ever felt. She didn't describe it as an emotion, however. To her it was an adrenaline rush.
One afternoon, she was working on such a thing. Her index fingers and thumbs were joined, and she pouring her aura into it. It made an interesting web, and if she concentrated enough, she could see flashes of…other people, other places. It was very strange. She had been experimenting with this a few days now.
But today was different. Today, as she looked into the web, her heart gave a jolt. Not used to emotions, she was surprised, and even a little hurt. And yet she did not recoil. Somehow (although she would not have used the word 'instinct') her hands stayed. And she looked into the web, even deeper than before…
cue the sound effects, which here would have been a cosmic soundtrack, followed by the sound of falling winds
Kaori seemed somehow absorbed into the web of her aura—but now her photographic memory failed her. She couldn't remember anything, but a sensation of falling, which seemed to last for an eternity…
She fell with a bone jarring thud. Yet, as she was used to broken bones and the like, she could not sense anything wrong at all. How very strange.
She tussled with her mind, and managed to gain consciousness for a while. She saw a silvery moon and a man with silvery looking hair bending over her…
And so I very happily leave you with this cliffhanger -!...or maybe not cliffhanger?
Oh, and just so you know, Kaori means "Strong" and Uzumaki, when I searched it, means "Whirlpool". Hence the overly dramatic title.