Okay well, most people agreed on the 'Mercenary's Life' was a more interesting and wanted that story, so here you all go. C: well actually before I start, I want to say that 'Heaven' was supposed to be a bit more interesting. I just couldn't get my thoughts out, so yeah, I don't know.
Mercenary's Life
Profile
Name: Hikari Takiko
Age: 17
Eye color: gold
Hair color: shoulder length black
Abilities: skilled in medicine and nursing
CHAPTER ONE: Life isn't as kind as you would expect
Takiko's POV
"Get up you lazy girl!" a shrill voice yelled. I groaned and turned over in my 'bed.' The shrill voice started yelling again. "Get up now or I'll beat you till you're black and blue!" I sat up groggily and muttered, "Yes mother." My mother left the room huffing and yelled back, "Hurry and clean the house you lazy child!"
I left the warmth of my bed and showered. I then slipped on the rough fabric of the brown dress, put on the white apron, and tied my hair into a low ponytail to keep it out of my face.
My name was Takiko, I'm seventeen years old, I work as a maid in my foster parents' hotel, and I'm despised and hated. I never understood why though. Everyone threw me looks of terror and fear. No one wanted to be my friend. When I was little, none of the parents ever let me play with their kids. The kids, made fun of me for my strange eye color and called me a demon that would curse them all.
I grew up without friends, without a real family, but the forest made up for it. Our village was bordered by a forest and that was where I found comfort. I loved the forest more than anything. I would go there to sing and dance whenever I could. It was my sanctuary.
After deathly hours of working, I left the hotel and headed towards the woods. I walked silently and ignored the stares the villagers were giving me. I lived with this kind of treatment all my life.
When I made it to the woods, it was already dark. I sat in my favorite clearing humming to myself. The words escaped my lips. (A/N: this is the French version of 'only hope' by Mandy Moore.)
Il y a une chanson qu'est l'intérieur de mon âme. C'est le l'un que j'ai essayé d'écrire maintes et maintes fois encore je suis éveillé dans le
froid infini Mais vous me chantez maintes et maintes fois et par-dessus encore
Donc je pose ma tête de retour en bas et je soulève mes mains et prie pour être seulement le vôtre je prie
pour être seulement le vôtre je sais maintenant que vous êtes mon seul espoir
Me chanter la chanson des étoiles. De votre galaxie dansant et riant et riant encore Quand il se sent comme mes rêves sont si me
Chante loin des projets que vous avez pour moi par-dessus encore
Donc je pose ma tête de retour en bas, et je soulève mes mains et prie pour être seulement le vôtre je prie
pour être seulement le vôtre je sais maintenant que vous êtes mon seul espoir
Je vous donne ma destinée je me tous vous donne je veux que votre symphonie Chantant dans tout que je suis en
haut de mes poumons je donne lui soutient
Donc je pose ma tête de retour en bas, et je soulève mes mains et prie pour être seulement le vôtre je prie
pour être seulement le vôtre je prie pour être seulement le vôtre je sais maintenant que vous êtes mon seul
espoir
I stopped singing as I heard a sound. I stood up and looked around. Nothing was there.
I was about to get going when someone clamped their hand over my house. By the calluses and the rough feeling, I knew it was a man. His breath was hot on my ear as he whispered, "Well look at what he have here. A sweet little wood nymph singing. What's the matter sweetheart?" The man gave a bitter laugh then spoke a little louder, "Eh, boys look at what I found!"
With my exceptionally good vision, I saw four other men come out of the woods. My eyes widened. I knew what was going to happen. I wasn't stupid. Actually, I was smarter than most people. I started to struggle in the rude man's hands. His grip only tightened.
I felt tears prick at my eyes. I wouldn't let this happen. I struggled harder and finally, an idea hit. I bit him. I bit his hand hard enough to draw out blood. It must have hurt because he immediately let go screaming. I fell to the grassy floor and ran.
"Don't let that bitch get away! Get her boys!"
My eyes adjusted to the darkness so I could run. The fear of getting caught pushed me to run faster. I ran faster than I ever thought possible. I was afraid. I was just a village girl. I didn't deserve this fate.
I didn't pay attention to where I was running and tripped over an uprooted part of a tree. I fell to the floor and hurt my thigh. They came running and pinned me down. The man from before, stood above me. "I was going to let you enjoy this, but now, I'm going to get fucking pay back bitch."
I tore the worn fabric of my dress and tears fell down my face.
"NO! Please someone! Help me!"
"No one gonna hear out way out he-." His voice hitched in his throat suddenly. On his lip, blood began to fall. The horrific man was thrown off me and into a tree because I heard a smack.
The men that had pinned me down ran away in fear. I closed my eyes awaiting my death that would come. When it didn't come and instead I felt soft fabric fall on me, I opened my eyes, and gasped.
Before me stood the most gorgeous man I had even seen. His black bangs hung on the side of his face and his dark eyes bore into my gold ones. I slowly sat up and looked down at myself. The dress was torn down to my navel and was practically unrepairable.
The soft fabric that had fallen on me earlier was actually a long sleeved shirt that was would probably reach my knees. I slipped on the shirt and realized that it belonged to my savior. I looked up only to see him walking away.
"Wait please!" He did not stop.
I ran towards him and grabbed his arm. He suddenly stopped and stared at me. I gripped his hand and asked, "Please, may I know the name of the man who saved me?"
He did not answer, but tried to remove my hand. His hands were calloused and warm. I refused to let go. I frowned when he glared at me.
"Please, I only ask for you name."
His hand released my wrist and then for the first time, he spoke.
"If I tell you, will you let me go?"
I gave a small nod. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Uchiha. Uchiha Sasuke."
Then with a bright smile I said, "My name is Takiko and thank you for saving me."
I released his hand and continued, "As thank you…"
I closed my eyes and stood on my tip toes and leaned towards him. My lips slightly brushed against his. I stood back down and bowed to him and whispered a last thank you, and then turned and ran home in fear of getting into trouble.
I ran faster and faster towards home not wanting to get into more trouble. I was going to get a beating from dad because I ruined the dress. It wasn't as if it was really expensive. Actually they really didn't care. All they wanted was a reason to beat me.
It was as if I never belonged here and I was always such a burden. My parents had never taught me how to read and write, so I taught myself. When I was four, I met a traveling doctor. He sparked my interest in medicine and nursing, so I studied and read all about medicine and all kinds of medical procedures. It was hard, but I wanted a future for myself. When I find a husband, I'll marry him and leave this place. I wanted to be free from here.
I ran towards the small hotel and snuck in through a window. It would have all gone well if I didn't knock down a vase.
CRASH!
My mother and father came in with a stick. The fearful face of my mother soon disappeared and was replaced with anger and hate. She took the stick and repeatedly hit me.
"You stupid girl!" She screamed and screeched like a banshee. She hit me so many times I felt numb afterwards. She left me there and walked away. I felt tears prick at my eyes. It was the same as always. I wanted to grow up normal, but with my eyes like this; I would never be able to find a suitable husband and leave this hell hole. I would still be scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets at the age of eighty!
I would leave here one day. That's a promise.
Little did I know, my promise would soon be fore filled.