Disclaimer:Don't own Naruto.
Part 2
Being born a Hyūga meant a great deal of things. Being blessed with a Kekkei Genkai meant that I was always a target. Being born into the Main Branch meant I had an even bigger target on me. Even though most of the Hyūga seem to ignore my existence, I had been blessed with a powerful family.
I had an entire library at my fingertips. Anything I wanted, I could very well get. Training was never an issue. I was never behind anyone in training. If anything my training had been advanced past most Genin in the village.
Being a Hyūga meant I was born with abnormally high chakra control and high chakra reserves. By all accounts, I should be able to win a battle against most Genin. I had been born privileged in this shinobi world. While I had to work harder than everyone else just to be dismissed and ignored didn't matter.
There was one crucial thing that I was not born with. As privileged as I was, I didn't have any battle experience. Training for days and days at a time means nothing if the knowledge isn't readily available for use. It means nothing if my body does not react.
Seeing real blood in battle was an eye opener. I wasn't ready to be a shinobi. As much as I wanted to move. As much as I wanted to help my teammates. As much as I wanted to throw myself into battle again. There was one subconscious desire that out ruled them all. It was my desire to live.
I wanted to live so badly. I wanted it more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. More than my first life. I had a second chance. Yet, here I was, fighting in a war. Close to death at any moment.
So when my body finally began to move, even to my own surprise and protest. It went away from the battle. Pouring the remaining chakra I had into my legs to propel me faster and farther with each stride and leap I could through the forest.
I heard the enemy closing up behind me. My body moved on its own. Leaping and dodging from shuriken and the kunai that were being hurled toward me. This was when I realized what I was doing.
I had left them to certain death. As much as I wanted to live, I couldn't let them die because I was too scared to fight. I finally regained control of my body. Instead of running away, I began to fight back. Instead of being a coward, I fought for not only my life but for theirs as well.
Twisting midair from my leap, I threw two shuriken toward my chasers. When I finally felt my feet hit the next branch, I pushed myself backward and attacked them head on. The noise of steel battering against each other began to echo through the quiet night.
The sounds of desperation rang in the air. I continued to push the two back to where my team was. With each leap, I continued to batter away at them with everything I had. After what seemed an eternity I had pushed them back far enough to see what was going on.
I was too late. The two Genin leapt back to their Jōnin side. In front of him were the tied up bodies of Anko, Kenta and Soka.
"Make this easy on yourself. Give up. Accept your fate. You lost. Your team lost. Your leader is half dead. Your supplies have been compromised. Give up now and we will let you live." spoke the Iwa Jōnin.
Closing my eyes, I let myself fall into the all too familiar Juuken Stance. Opening my eyes, the world around me began to change. I could finally see the real world around me. Every blade of grass moving from the winds. The chakra moving in the shinobi in front of me and the lone man hiding behind us in the trees.
For the second time that day my heart dropped. We were not going to come out of it. If for whatever chance I did manage to bet the shinobi in front of me. There was no way that I would be able to defeat the man watching the battle. Any hope I had was crushed. I expected the man to attack any second but he didn't. It was only I began to actually look at him and his slight movements did I realize he was signing a message to me.
That was the last thing I saw. I lost track of the three in front of me. Only darkness swept over me. I started to lose my consciousness. My sight returned to normal only to find the Jonin with his fist in my gut.
"Oh damn it. I'm not going anywhere now. Who knows how longs it has been since the attack. I need to make a game plan. The only logical solution is for me to wait until we arrive to where they are taking me. I wonder if i'm the only one they took or did they take the team as well? I doubt they would. They would only slow them down so deep in our territory. No they must have taken me to sell me to the Hidden Cloud Village."
Breathing in as deep as I could, I closed my eyes and tried to listen to my surroundings. Nothing. There was no sound. There was only silence. Even when i exhaled as loud as I could, I couldn't hear myself. " Hello..!" Nothing. I knew I had spoken. I felt the tremors in my throat as I spoke aloud. " Oh man… Did they make me go deaf…!" I began to panic and shake more and more.
Suddenly, something hit me very hard in my chest. The man removed the blindfold from my face and I saw the Jonin that had attacked my team. " Shut up Hyuga brat". Then he slammed his fist into my face bringing unconsciousness.
"Tell us. What were your orders?!" A fist slammed into my chest for the hundredth time that night. "Tell us and we can stop this. You have the power to end this. All you have to do is tell us the information we want." The man stepped back and pulled out a Kunai from a black bag that was resting on a table.
"Like I already said..I'm not even a shinobi." I continued to cough up some blood. " You won't get anything from me." I spat on the floor and looked at my captor.
The man reached in his bag and pulled out a small scroll with a 'Ne' seal. "You have your orders on this here scroll. Now I want you to open it. That's all you have to do." He reached and cut the bindings from my hand. He stood up and left the scroll on the table. "I will comeback in half an hour. I expect the scroll to be open by then."
As he was walking out, a young woman with shoulder-length light brown hair and emerald green eyes, walked in. "Nanigashi, only heal the necessary wounds." The man left and closed the door.
The woman walked toward the table and picked up the scroll. "So I'm guessing Soka got caught up doing something?" She pondered aloud. "Danzō is recruiting younger and younger these days *sigh*." She did a number of hand signs and the scroll began to glow.
"Danzō…? What does he have to do with this…". I stared at her writing furiously in the scroll before she sealed it again. She walked toward me and took my palm. Using my blood, she did drew a small seal on my hand. It began to glow and she placed the scroll on it. The scroll then disappeared.
"Don't stop running until you get this back to Danzō personally. That scroll will change the world kid. You will only have..." She kept talking but I didn't listen. I kept thinking over and over again. "That's why we never made it into the Hokage tower that day. He wasn't the one to hand the mission. That's why Soka split us up from the main group. We were never supposed to make it to the outpost." Everything dawned on me.
*BOOM* "I guess your distraction is here kid." She pulled out her Tanto and stabbed herself in the leg. She then handed me the blade. "Go! South for ten kilometers. Someone will meet you in the canyons."
She proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs. I immediately bolted from the room and ran down the passageway. Immediately the sound of other explosions reached and rocked the building we were in. Reaching the first window I saw, I smashed through and jumped out.
Hitting the floor from the second floor I looked around and I saw a massive shadow over me. I didn't even bother looking for the source. From the amount of screams I heard I decided that I didn't want to know what was causing it.
I ran past several heaps of what looked to have once been human bodies. Picking up a small flask and a Hitai-ite off the floor and wrapping it around my left bicep. I began to run past the gate and head down the winding road.
-5 Hours Later-
-8:00 P.M-
"Where am I? *Sigh* I should have asked her where we were. Kami why is everything so difficult. Damn Shinigami-Baka." I continued walking through the winding narrow roads that traveled and encompassed the canyons.
Spotting a small cave I head into rest for the night. Stepping into the cave I noticed it was large enough to sleep in. "I guess this will do. Not like I have much of a choice." I sit down on a nearby stone and begin to inspect my many bruises.
Grabbing the flask I drank the remaining amount of water. I brush rocks off of a small spot and I lay down.
-12:30 P.M-
I wake up instantly at the sounds of rustling from outside the cave. Grabbing the Tanto and unsheathing it, I begin to slowly move toward the cave opening. Reaching the opening I stop. Feeling the cold, sharp blade pressing into my throat.
"Kukuku, look at what we have here." A voice echoed through the small cave. Only the green slits of his eyes glowed in the darkness of the night. "Anyone else would have killed you by now Hiro-kun." He eased the blade from my throat and allowed me to turn.
Turning around I saw for the first time in this world the true definition of a monster. I was staring into the eyes of the infamous snake, Orochimaru.
A/N: Another quick update before the weekend. I felt like my last update was rushed and just wasn't big enough. So I hope I can extend that with this small chapter. Next update will hopefully be as big as the this chapter and the last combined.
Questions: Should I write more First Person?
