Deity
Part One: Of What Was Lost
Chapter Five: Of Misconceptions
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters that are in any way, shape or form associated with the series.
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There are some that know about Kitiara and me. There are several from my Awakening. When Kitiara had lost control at the age of eleven, eight of the thirteen traveling with us survived. Six years ago, when I lost control, an entire port disappeared, along with all those that lived there. In one night, over four thousand people had lost their lives. And it was all because of me. You humans would call me a monster, but it was your kind that was hunting me down that cold winter's night. When I fought back, I was called the monster. I was called the demon. Your kind didn't understand what I am. So what did they do? They deemed my life unforgivable. Is that not, in itself, a sin unforgivable?
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He sat in front of the memorial stone, his –he still couldn't get his mind to wrap around the concept- daughter was doing no-handed flips between the three logs that were there since before her mother trained there.
His daughter. Yes, that's right, his daughter. His- HIS daughter. All his. He just stared at Obito's name, silently asking him 'when did I ever deserve someone like this?'
"Who are you looking at?" Kitiara asked as Kakashi almost jumped from not noticing her movement to his side before.
"His name is Obito. He was my greatest rival, and should have been my best friend."
She looked at the name. 'Uchiha Obito'. She studied it for a minute or so, him studying her as she did so. She tilted her head slightly and said something that he would never forget.
"It's rather sad. If you die by your own hand, you are shamed; if you die of old age, all valor and honor is forgotten; but die in action for the village you are raised to protect, your name is written on a polished rock only to last an eternity on the surface while your memory is forgotten within a matter of years by those who you have sworn to protect. The life of a shinobi is not much, but I would hope to be carried in the heart of one person, so that even if all that is left on this earth is a name carved on a rock that is only to be forgotten in a lonely field until another one of our comrades fall, then at least my sacrifice would have meant something to someone. In this way, I could always hope that by my life being taken away, at least that one person, my precious someone, may draw another day's breath and live a happy life. That way I would be happy too because if they do carry my memory in their heart then the carving of my name on a lifeless rock will not be the only thing that lasts forever."
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(age: 24)
She walked through the village. Her long black hair and deep blue eyes made her stand apart from the other women that were walking down that street.
Her Haiti-ate from the Village Hidden in the Sand made her stand apart from the ninja that walked down that same street.
But that was alright. It meant that they didn't see anything.
"Lilliana." She turned and looked back at the blonde.
"You look good."
She smirked. "Yeah, you don't look so bad yourself."
They walked to the Ichiraku Ramen Bar to eat, just as they always did when she escorted Gaara to town. They talked like old friends as people from around the village that recognized her made their way over to offer their hellos.
They went to his apartment where she held him close and whispered in his ear, "Kit misses you."
He slowly pulled away, his head hanging down. "I know Sakura, but I just can't get away from the village. Akatsuki has been action up and my leaving is too much of a liability."
Sakura let the genjutsu drop as she paced back and forth in his small apartment, a fierce snarl marring her gentle face. "That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard! The Elders on the counsel know that you are one of the only people on this Earth that even has a fucking chance of holding your own against Itachi, let alone beat him."
Naruto chuckled as he leaned against the bar styled counter. "Don't you think that I've been trying to tell them that? The Akatsuki would follow me away from this village where I would actually have a chance to fight him without the village being destroyed. But something is holding the Elders back."
"It's Gaara." Naruto started at her with wide eyes.
"Why the fuck is he doing that?"
"Remember how I told you that some things will happen that no human on this Earth will understand before it is finished? This is one of them."
Naruto was about to speak when a knock came on the door. Sakura put the genjutsu back up answered it and gave a giant hug to man standing on the other side of the doorway.
She called a quick 'I'll be back in a little while' over her shoulder as she walked away from Naruto's apartment.
"How have you been Iruka-kun?" she asked the man that she was holding hands with, one of the only other people that had earned the trust to know what she really was because she was one of the only people that knew who he really was.
"Fine Lilli-chan, work has been just a bit tiring lately." She smirked at the meaning.
They continued down towards the town square and visited the many early morning venders that had grown quite accustomed to seeing the academy sensei walking hand in hand with the chuunin from sand. She and Iruka were picking out fresh tomatoes for a gift to Sasuke when Sakura heard the voice of that woman that had Kakashi standing right… next to… her...
"Well, well. What do we have here? It seems as if the chuunin had found strength in numbers."
"Kurenai." Sakura gritted out while Iruka tried to hold in his frustration for the jounin.
"Kurenai-san. I do outrank you and don't forget that. Fucking chuunin trash."
Sakura turned around with a calm smile on her face before Kurenai found herself pinned against a wall by her neck, her feet kicking uselessly several feet above the ground.
Sakura looked up and smiled at the fear in Kurenai's eyes. Kurenai started kicking even more as breathing became impossible only to abruptly stop, tears silently feel from her eyes as she looked into the eyes of her attacker. The young girl's blue eyes were turning into a dark, ominous grey as storm clouds were boiling over in the sky that had just been clear only seconds ago.
Thunder could be heard in the distance.
"I could kill you in a second." She let the red-eyed girl fall to the ground and walking back to take Iruka's hand.
She looked back over her shoulder for just a moment. "And don't forget that."
But she was looking at the silver-haired man when she said it.
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She stood in front of the counsel of Elders. Tsunade sat directly in front of her with Gaara to her left, but with the way that the room was designed, the row closest to Sakura was at least four feet higher than the ground on which she stood.
"Why are you not dead?"
'Oh, figures the Hyuuga would say that.' She thought to herself, while still inwardly debating whether or not she cared enough to humor them and answer their, more that likely, pathetic questions. She snorted softly and didn't attempt to hide the small chuckle that was escaping her throat.
"I was dead."
"But that is a lie! You are standing before us now aren't you?" Sakura looked at the slightly pudgy women that had a smug look on her face.
"I said that I was dead, not that I am dead. Please pay enough attention so that you won't embarrass yourself with what someone of your status in a ninja village should have easily caught."
The women ended up sputtering and had a very indignant look on her face.
She felt a chakra flair and looked at the source. The Hyuuga had activated his Byakugan. A small 'Damn you Hiashi' left her lips.
It was a day that everyone would remember. There stood Hyuuga Hiashi, head of one of the oldest and noblest of clans in the entire Fire country, sputtering with a look of all before he leaped down to the ground level and bowed low before Sakura.
Faint popping sounds were heard as bone and cartilage pierced its way through the skin of her back, right between her shoulder blades.
Behind her ruffled two huge white wings. The tips of the feathers looked as if they had been dipped into black paint.
People in the room stared; fear began creeping into their minds. The pudgy woman from earlier started shaking; her trembling voice asked the question on everyone's terrified mind.
"What are you?"
