Here we are! Chapter Number 6! Woohoo!
I am so sorry for the late update, but I got a new story idea that I just had to start. It is a Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction and maybe, just maybe I'll post it. It seems that SOME PEOPLE only read this story and don't leave any reviews! C'mon! Give me some SUPPORT!
Anyways, so we're finally here at Konoha and with the death of her only family that she could remember. Our heroine has taken the vow of revenge. Of her own will, Amaya has chosen the path of self-destruction of a man who had the power and authority to control the most bloodthirsty ninjas.
How will her first steps within the gates of Konoha change her?
And what of the people inside? Could they save our precious Daisy from her choice? Maybe, just maybe, a small, orphaned child can open her eyes to see the truth.
Because how can we measure our life through our pain when the sufferings of others go unnoticed?
Disclaimer- My notes just killed the mood of a ridiculous disclaimer so I won't even bother because we all know that it doesn't belong to me.
Quote- "Love does not make your world turn around; love is what makes the ride worth a while."
Chapter Six
A Field of Broken Dreams
"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have my wish granted tonight."
What is a wish? A wanting for a fantasy that we do not have? What of the legends of mystic wish granters that can make anyone's wild dreams come true? Do they even exist? Would we want them to?
All our ambitions are different. One naïve mind could want their mother back from the clutches of death. It is granted. The grief of others who suffered from her passing, celebrate in joy for her miraculous return to the living. Yet, now, in the beyond, the place of eternal happiness has lost one of its angels who guard our souls from the afterlife. Now the mother's place in the beyond has been taken from her. What if, when her body grows older, she is to die once more? Already her soul has been through the Journey and her rights to the Beyond have been granted once before. She cannot have the same choice twice. That one child's wish has damned the one person who the child loved enough to bring back from her grave.
Would your own choice follow the naïve's child? If your loved one died, would you believe that you would do anything to bring him or her back onto the mortal plane. The place where pain is real, the place where dreams are shattered and lives are broken…would this mortal Earth be one where you would want to live? There can only be one wish. Would yours include this one? To sacrifice your loved one's happiness to cease the sadness in your heart? Or would your grief be a small price to pay to allow a soul to wander free for all eternity?
Someday, the both of you shall be together. Would you honestly have the patience to wait for that one day, or would your needs be selfish enough to put yourself first?
This is just one of the many wishes that beings dream of. What is yours? Is your wildest dream to be famous, to have wealth, to be beautiful, to be smart, or to be like everyone else so that you do not have to feel different in a crowded room?
Would you rather have this temptation to have anything you want, or to not the choice be given at all?
For ignorance really is bliss.
What would you give to have anything you wanted? What would be the consequences of altering ones destiny?
Would it be worth the deadly risk?
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It was not a long journey towards Konoha; they could not have been far from their destination. Even with Amaya's slow pace, it had taken her only two days to reach the forbearing gates that loomed over her and cast her grief-stricken body into shadow. Absently, the beauty stunned her into an awed silence, but it seemed that too many things clouded her mind to make her actually see it. There was no color in her life; all she could see was grey.
Nothing mattered.
The sky above her seemed alive. Her surroundings were filled with noises from birds of song to the occasional cloud that hovered above her mimicking shapes of every day life. Twinkling stars of the night had left her and would not come again until hours later. All the girl could do was wait for that time, and then she would mourn her father. It seemed a ridiculous thing to do, but it made it easier for her grief.
Hoshi…he was her guiding star and now his soul was in the heavens, an angel in the dark sky. Maybe he was watching over her. If only he could see me now, she thought, I'm nothing but a sniveling child who cannot get their way. Life is not fair, and I know that. Amaya tilted her head and out of the corner of her eye she saw two guards whose faces were hidden by ornate masks that resembled animals. Nods from both of them confused her for a moment or two, but a stray wind blew her midnight hair around her that had grown to reach her elbows and cast her bangs into her eyes.
The headband, they recognized it. They thought she was one of their own. Oh, how wrong they could be.
I don't belong anywhere.
Because of her, one of this village's protectors had died and not even could she bring his body back for a proper burial. His corpse would stay buried in an unknown part of this country. Gates that appeared to be miles high, opened ever so slowly, giving Amaya a small sliver of an image of what treasure lied inside. As the twin doors yawned wider, the village came into appearance. A gasp caught in her throat at the sheer beauty of it and tears welled up in her storm blue eyes, but not even did she dare to even let one fall. Schooling her face into an emotionless mask that developed on the path here, she nodded in thanks to the gate guards and calmly walked inside with steady steps.
They would not be allowed to see her weak. No more would her heart be willing to open for another. The pain was just too great…but the reward was no small portion. With the orphan's time spent in her Star's company, the elation she felt made her body feel like it was gliding along a trail of feathers. His love that he gave to her could not be replaced by any other. The roaring Amethyst blaze within her had dulled down to a dying ember. It was as if it was symbolizing the pain that she felt. Her will to continue further had dwindled down to almost nothing. Along the way here, training that had Amaya on her toes at all times had become non-existent. The only time when her scarred fingers caressed the smooth metal of a Kunai, happened only when her stomach made itself known. Her need for consumption overrode her grief, but it only lasted for so long. When her hunger had been sated, the memories would return.
But they were only filled with her sensai. It was only him that she saw in her mind's eye. The way his Emerald eyes sparkled with mischief when he planned something that would not end well for his pupil. His glee-filled smile would shape itself into a smirk or an even wider grin that seemed to reach his forming wrinkles around his eyebrows. Hoshi refused to tell her his age, so Amaya took it into her hands to find out.
"Come on old man. Tell me," begged a black haired teen whom had her tangled locks pulled to the side in twin tresses to keep it away from her face when the two ninjas sparred.
The old man in question sighed in exasperation, but refused to give into the puppy dog look. When Amaya knew that she wasn't going to get an answer, she leapt into the tree right in front of Hoshi and hooked her knees around the overhanging branch so that she could hang from it.
"Then I'll guess!" Putting a finger to her chin, while hanging upside down from it in mock-thought, the ninja-in-training voiced her guess. "You have to be…fifty-two!"
The next thing that the girl knew the branch that only her legs kept her from falling from gave way and caused her to collapse to the ground. Her body was sprawled ungracefully in the dirt. She grumbled to herself for her choosing to climb up a weak branch. However, another look to the tree made her boil in anger. Those were Shuriken marks! Jumping to her feet, Amaya pointed an accusing finger at her sensai's retreating back.
"Hey, just because you're an old fart doesn't mean you can kill off the YOUNGER generation!"
With her comment, Amaya had to duck fast to avoid more sharp objects that threatened to put holes in her. Her head raised and turned to look behind her to see a wide selection of weapons.
"Heh, heh, maybe I was off just a little bit."
Oh how she loved to get Hoshi riled up. The man was too calm to be normal. He would have made a great father. His seven year old child would have grown up well if she had survived the massacre. If her father was any clue, then her mother had to have been an angel to actually marry the guy.
Out of the corner of her eye, the girl spotted a pair of running children with forehead protectors shining brightly when the sun's rays caught the gleaming metal. The kid's hands were linked together and skipping around the village shouting at the tops of their lungs that they had graduated. A father in the background puffed heavily trying to catch up with them, but the jubilation that pair of kids felt, bubbled over and formed into ear piercing screeches that made Amaya wince. Only a small lift at the corner of her chapped lips, betrayed what she was feeling. She loved the little munchkins as they could only remind her of the past that she couldn't remember. The teenager loved to try and make up her childhood that was constantly filled with loving parents and blessed ignorance and innocence that seemed to make up their lives. In reality, she would never remember, but it was nice to pretend.
Now here she was, four years too late to meet her adoptive father's family. She wondered who they were, what they were like late at night when she was supposed to be fast asleep in her futon. Her wyes would constantly gaze at the stars, looking for anything new to learn from; her mind forever thinking of the future and how it would be to live happily with Hoshi. At times, Amaya would picture them doing simple things like going shopping for groceries, or just lazing about the house that they would share. They could be together and she would finally get the love that she had always dreamed of. Never did she believe that death would come into play.
Not even did she get to say goodbye, or to say "I Love You" one more time. The rift that the both of them would mend would only be up to her to heal.
A sound so familiar to her, forced the girl to raise her head from its downcast position and turn to the side to catch the disturbance again. There, it happened again and she knew it to be no mere accident. Casting her gaze around, Amaya looked for the source and landed on a small, blond head. Her eyes softened instantly at the boy whose soft whimpers escaped unknowingly from his throat. The breeze lifted again, blowing fallen tears away from the child's red cheeks and shifting his spiky sunshine hair with the caress of a mother. Speaking of, there seemed to be no one around looking after him. Was he lost?
The boy continued to silently suffer with his bare feet lightly touching the sand beneath the swaying swing. His toes drew pictures in the dirt while slowly pushing up and down to gain a small bit of momentum. The whole park seemed abandoned. Why was he alone? And why did her heart ache when an image of her mourning came to mind? Could they be the same?
It was not right to see an angel cry.
Throwing caution into the wind, Amaya quietly walked over and carefully sat down in the wooden swing next to the kid. She didn't disturb him and just swayed back and forth giving him silent comfort. What could she say? She may love little kids, but the girl had only seen them laughing and playing about. This was a side she had yet to see in another person, especially a small child. Her mission to the Hokage would have to wait. Somehow this was all too important. Too much did this remind her of Hoshi and herself. Maybe, Amaya didn't truly lose him if she saw a bit of his spirit in this boy.
After a few moments, the crying blond realized that he wasn't alone and almost fell off the swing in surprise when he saw an older girl sitting next to him, just staring. What could she be looking at? Was he so hideous and monstrous that unfamiliar people had to glare at him so with hateful eyes? His own eyes clenched in pain at the thought, and was prepared to save this pretty lady from looking at him by running away. A hand upon his small shoulder caused him to emit a gasp and to stare up at who had dared to touch him. Her grip…it wasn't painful and her smiling face told him that she wasn't going to hit him. Was she different from everyone else?
As soon as that angelic face met her own, Amaya had to stop herself from enveloping him in a hug. Those eyes…they were so much like her own. A brilliant blue that put the sky to shame. Tear tracks marked his cheeks along with strange slashes that caused her to raise an onyx eyebrow.
"Why are you crying?" Her voice came out softly, startling the boy into almost jumping.
Why did she care?
"'M not crying!" He yelled rebelliously.
A soft thumb marred with various scratches stroked his cheeks, swiping away any trace of tears, but also accomplished smudging some dirt that managed to get on him. Another few strokes of gentle fingers, erased the streaks of mud as well and the hand fell back again on his shoulder.
"Now you aren't kiddo."
And he wasn't. His eyes cleared and he could clearly see the pretty lady in front of him. He roamed her face, taking in every detail of his savior and stopped on the metal plate. She was a ninja! A glance at her green vest told him that she was a high ranking ninja! She was so cool!
Amaya chuckled at the boy's lit up expression as he took in her ninja equipment. Too bad that it wasn't even hers. She wasn't even from here. The kid was just too adorable with his enormous smile that showed his baby teeth, that the ninja-in-training couldn't open her mouth to tell him the truth. He didn't have to know. Besides, after she spoke with the Hokage, she would wander around the countries. When Hoshi died, so did her chance at finding a place to belong. No one would take in an amnesiac teenager with assassin skills. She hated dresses or anything that limited her movements, so finding another job would be difficult indeed. Amaya couldn't live off scraps that she got from chores.
She knew that she couldn't get attached to the boy, but only another glance forced her mind to push away thoughts of the future and only lie with the present. Her past had been forgotten once before, why couldn't it happen again, if only for a little while?
"C'mon kid," she called. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."
A growl emitted from his belly and a laugh escaped before she could hold it in.
"And I guess that I have to feed you too."
That brilliant smile lit up his face again. Amaya couldn't see why anyone would cause this kid to cry, but when she was around, it wouldn't happen again. Standing up and cracking her neck, the girl swooped down and lifted the boy by the middle and placed him on her shoulders but not without running her fingers across his belly. Shrieks of laughter filled the abandoned park as well as sounds of chuckles. People that passed by, stared at the two in complete shock and didn't even move to allow her to move past them.
"So, what's your name kiddo?"
"My name is Uzumaki Naruto and I'm going to be the greatest ninja alive!"
A smile crossed her face at his dream and how it corresponded with her own.
"Well, if you're going to shoot for the moon, you might as well become the Hokage."
It was silent for a moment as the boy thought about her suggestion. Amaya took this time to look for a place to chow down. She really was hungry and tired of eating rabbit. Before she set out again, she was going to get something good in her belly. A yell from above her almost caused Amaya to lose her balance and topple over.
"YEAH! Naruto Uzumaki, the next Hokage!"
"Believe it," she added when her ears ceased to ring.
His laughter overrode the noises of everyday life about them.
Small hands clasped her around her neck, sending shocks of pain through her when they grasped the fading bruises that were left upon her. It's in the past, she told herself, forget about it and enjoy today. His hug filled her heart with joy and a caring smile chased away anything that could ruin this moment. Besides, nothing could rain on them when the sun was out. And today was the brightest of all as Amaya danced around with the sun on her shoulders.
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Well, this wasn't as good as I hoped it to be, but I didn't have the heart to change it, or make it longer. The ending was just too perfect to ruin it with more words. I hope you enjoyed this and I again apologize for the late update. Get ready for Chapter Seven!
