Symone: A Naruto Side-Story - "The Heart Of Rain".
Chapter Three: Decrepit Dreams & Sad Reality/My Name Is Mikomi.

Once an every day girl is now a trembling child with no destiny. She was the Sister of the Hidden Rain's young trump card as she wished she could be just like him - a hero of the village. A savior of all that is evil and the answer to the cries of people that were and are just like her. Symone; kunoichi - The valuable female ninja who had discovered her hidden potential only after learning her first jutsu. Symone's aware of the power she has and realizes that she must be a responsible entity, though she's still merely a child. Her goal is to become the best she can be for the others in the present state of the world, filled with war. Her journey boasts her to new circumstances as a young girls pride becomes her tool for strength and independence.

"...just lay your head and cry. Soon enough, this curse will be a sign of how you've grown, my child".

Morning rises as the horizon brightens the green field placed presently in the woodlands as Symone is seen walking through it. "It's been two days. I don't know if I can keep going... My body hurts so much" Symone thinks as she breathes heavily as her extravagantly rustled purple hair frizzes over her face. Depression taking hold of her radiant blue eyes that were once so cheerful and worry free. Symone passes through the field and reaches a border of grassland leading to another country. "Where am I?" Symone had said, realizing she was completely lost. Symone walks into the country, seeing it to be mostly abandoned, full of grassy fields and tree's higher than the eyes can see. She continues forward, looking side to side as she tugs tightly on the side of her hospital gown as her other hands index finger is placed in her mouth, chewing her nails as she stumbles a little, looking down at a few fragments of rock placed in some deep grass as she follows her instincts forward. Symone then listens to the silence of the wind as it passes through the tree's. hearing the friction of the leaves against one another as she becomes frightened. As Symone continues forward, she's wanders up and over a hill, leading to a cliff that overlooks a tiny city. Symone's eyes widen as her smile gently folds from the creases of stress pressed into her cheeks. "A city!" Symone screams in excitement to herself as she races to get close to it, but suddenly... a kunai, embedded by an explosive tag is thrown out from behind her, unaware of where it came from as it landed by her feet within the dense dirt. Symone looks at it curiously with wide eyes as she quickly thinks to herself, "A kunai?...". Suddenly, the kunai explodes, sending debree and grass hurling at her face and chest, slicing her up as she receives burn marks over her throat and face, being blown back a few feet, skipping across the ground for a moment as she was stopped by the foot of a strange man with an intense impact. Symone bobbles her head a bit with her eyes shut, struggling to keep them open for a moment as she finally stares up to the face of her assaulter. Symone looks up, noticing a slightly overweight man with a large black beard and a scar across his left eye that curves around to the right side of his lip as the man laughs a little. "Hey there... little girl. You gots any money for a big guy like me?" says the man as Symone starts crying, "I don't have any money! Leave me alone!". Symone attempts to stand up to run but the man slams his foot over her head, pressing it into the ground with such brutal force as Symone is heard with a sudden and grotesque moan. Symone lifts her head up, pushing back the mans foot as she coughs up blood, spitting out a tooth onto the grassy field. "You sure are a stubborn and annoying twit aren't you, little girl?" said the man as he kicks Symone in the abdomen, rolling her over as she's heard moaning again, but this time it was mild when compared to the stomp on the head. Symone starts crying as she breathes hard, speaking to the man... "Get... away..." as a dribble of blood flows down the side of her face. Symone thinks to herself, "This is it... I'm gonna go see Mother and Father now. Maybe I deserved this for what I did to them". "Now... little girl. Be nice and hand over your valuables, or I'll gut you! Are we understanding one another!" the man yells as he walks over to Symone, lifting her up by the hospital gown as he rubs his fingers along the nine year olds chest, tilting his head and looking at her erotically as he speaks, "Well, if you have nothing that's material worthy of value... I'll just have your body then... little girl!" said the man as Symone thrown her head to the side, looking away from the man as he forcefully grabs her by the chin, still holding her up as he looks at her straight in the eyes with such a perverted desire. He gently eases his lips on the girl as Symone moans with dissatisfaction, sickened by the mans actions as he then throws her down onto the ground. As Symone falls, she cuts herself on a stone her head had hit. Blood drips from her head as she holds it, but suddenly, the man grabs Symones hands as he lays on top of her, wrapping them over and across her face. Symone struggles to get up, but she has no power to do so. The man then discards a kunai, slicing the hospital gown down the center, revealing Symones premature chest as she screams, "Stop! Please! Stop this! I'll do anything you want!". The man replies, "The only thing I'd want is for you to take a bath... you're filthy, little girl! Actually... I kinda like my woman dirty!". Symone yells, "I'M NOT A WOMAN! I'M JUST A GIRL!" as it suddenly hits her..."Maybe I shouldn't of been pushing so hard. Maybe trying so hard without the power to do anything... will just cause me to end up like this. I AM just a child... I'm no woman... I'm not a woman... just a girl" she thinks as she continues the struggle. The man pulls down his pants, gently rubbing himself upon Symone as he becomes erect, forcefully inserting himself into her as Symone moans in pain, not even fighting anymore as she simply takes it as he then begins licking across her neck and fondling her nipples as he starts breathing hard in her ear, gyrating his hips into the petite girl. "I... I can't let this happen... I can't let this... no... I can't..." thinks Symone as she widens her eyes with an intense anger flaring hotter than the flames of hell as she tilts her head, looking over to the man as he still continues barely penetrating the tight little girl. "No... You can't... you can't do this to me!" Symone thinks as anger flares deeper from within her tattered, hindered soul. "I'm about to cum in you, you little bitch... yes... keep looking at me with those eyes.. yes!" screams the man as he starts moaning passionately, about to cum, screaming, though he quickly gets interrupted as Symone screams from the pit of her stomach with the up most anger, "YOU WON'T FUCKING LIVE FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!". The man looks at Symone, shocked with an expression on his face of curiosity as suddenly a close up of the mans face becomes ill-struck as blood pours from his mouth. Symone screams with veracity as a close up of the two is shown, with Symone underneath the man, and the man struck through his stomach and chest by extremely thick, dense points of ice, killing the man in quick succession as his blood leaks all over her naked body, down her premature nipples. Symones screaming stops as she passes out with the ice still emitted from her body, along with the man it pierced.

Suddenly... night seems to be back again as Symone opens her eyes. She looks up and around with her depressive eyes glaring a bit, trying to rid of her blurry eyes as she notices she's somewhere completely different than before. "Was... I dreaming?" Symone had said out loud to herself as a man, dressed in a dark green and black trench coat sitting behind where she couldn't see responds suddenly, "Unfortunately... no. I would of saved you, but I came too late" he said as Symone lifts herself up quickly in fear, looking to the man. "Who are you?" she screams, making herself slightly dizzy from her head wound, noticing the mans hypnotizing attractive light green eyes and slicked, spiky gray hair, along with the burning fire and camp site. "HO! Easy! You've got a bad head injury! Lay back down... I promise you, I'm not like that man..." he speaks, looking to Symone with his head tilted to the side with a smile on his face. Symone was too worn out, and even though she had no trust left, she lays down without question, closing her eyes. Symone touches her head a little, noticing stitching she had received that was apparently done by this mysterious man as she lays her head over her chest, realizing she was clothed in an all black outfit he had also dressed her in. "Did you do all this for me? Fix me like this?..." said Symone to the man with a slight attitude coming from her voice as he responds, "Yes... I can never let such a gentle, pure girl end up alone after seeing her like that. You're young... and have a lot to learn". Symone replies, cutting herself short, "But...". "Don't worry. Just lay your head down and cry. Soon enough, this curse will become a sign of how you've grown, my child" the man had said as Symone sharply opens her eyes, shocked a little at what the man had said, feeling an odd comfort in his words and tone of speech. Such happiness came from this man. Symone had some tension relieved from her just from his secure, sensitive voice, though trust was still not an option. "My name is Mikomi. What's your name?" said the man as she replied, "Symone... Aisu Symone... of the Hidden Rain". "Well, if that's the case, you can call me Kusa No Mikomi(Note: Kusa No Mikomi means "Hope of the Grass", with Mikomi meaning "Hope", as he apparently prefers his name in traditional Japanese). Nice to meet you, Symone" said Mikomi. "...yeah" replies Symone, not paying too much mind, but aware at the same time. "The Hidden Rain, huh? Last thing I heard was they were at a nasty war with the Hidden Snow. It's such a shame. Things must've been hard for you, huh, Symone?" said Mikomi as he smirks sadly a bit as Symone replies yet again, "...yeah". "Maybe you're a little uncomfortable with the fact that I'm a stranger, including after what just happened. Let me tell you something though, Symone. It's very vital to understand... You're not alone" spoke Mikomi. Symone's eyes water as she tucks herself under her forearm, listening to the man speak. "I got there just in time to see that... that you have an uncontrolled bloodline-limit. You're not alone, Symone. I have also become the victim of my own heretics. I, too... have a bloodline-limit". Symone takes her head away from her forearm, laying her head back as she attentively listens to the stranger who had found and helped heal her. "My bloodline-limit killed my little Sister when I was only 5. I barely remember it, so I don't feel so bad about it, but the fact still remains. It wasn't just my Sister though. I've killed my closest friend... a man named Tsuchi, who was more like a friend than a teacher. I now stay here in these woods in the Hidden Grass where we were more than typical comrades... we were Hidden Grass ninja in our own way... that lonely little city you see over that ridge is the only memory I have of him now" said Mikomi as he looks over to the small, slightly lit city of the Hidden Grass as Symone peaks over to it, realizing that was the city she had seen earlier. "There's no mistaken it... you're just like me, little Symone!" said Mikomi as he smiles widely. Symone, keeping to herself still, smiles with only a slight fragment of her lips, knowing that she doesn't have to feel alone anymore, but the pain is still a wide gap in her soul still, as it remains as fresh as the first snowflake of winter, though now just not as pure. "Go to sleep, Symone. I'll watch out for you. We'll talk more to one another when you awaken. Trust me, okay?" said Mikomi as Symone finally felt the refuge and protection she needed, laying to sleep as she keeps warm by the burning fire close by. Mikomi looks to the girl as she falls asleep. Mikomi looks over to the stars in the sky. "If only we can all be as empty, yet as beautiful as the stars... I will take this young girl under my wing. I will train her and teach her how to use this curse she is confused with, and I will teach her to be strong... just like how I wanted to be when Tsuchi died that day... I will not let another soul deal with the torture I've endured to this point!" thought Mikomi as he looks back over to the city, hearing Symone's voice as she spoke. "I killed my family that day..." Symone silently said as Mikomi's head turns to the girl, his eyes opened up wider than usual as he listens to her finally talk more. "...that day, Mother and Father were the first people I killed. I didn't want to do it. I would never want that to happen to someone I loved so dearly. Then... my Brother went off and died in the war with the Hidden Snow. I haven't been able to feel comforted or supported since then... until I met you here tonight and you talked to me like I wasn't a killer. I was so relieved" said Symone as Mikomi looks down to the ground with a saddening look in his eyes as he speaks. "From this day on... you won't be alone ever again, you understand me? You will be my student, and I will be your teacher. You will become strong like me, and we will be strong together" he said as Symone replies with a smile... "Okay!".

Could the answer to Symone's problems be in this man by the name of Mikomi? This tattered youth has just endured pain most can never understand, yet luckily, her young mind allows her to keep going with no chance of death. Can she ever control the power that lays inside her body? Will she truly become strong... finally? All that and more in the next Chapter.

Pain... memories... desire... strength... pride... loneliness... heartbreak... the roads of a winding child. Don't claim the life of the young, for the young have no desire to let you beat them. youth is a trademark of our own minds. Fulfill the everyday and desire strongly, even through your own tattered roads. Thank you for reading.