Yay! Thank you for the reviews you guys. I really appreciate it! I'm not too name creative and Flower-Chan, Mysterious Blue Haired Girl, Blue-Chan or what you enjoy calling her is named Aoi Sama in my story. Aoi means blue. See? No creativity! Read and Review. Thank you!
Never a Shinobi
I had slightly woken up to the sound of fabric swishing across the hard wood floor. My vision, hazy and white, distorted the room making everything a blurry haze. The itchy blanket that was wrapped around me fell to the floor as I wiggled my way out of it; freeing myself from its horrible, itchy grip and allowing me to rub my eyes.
"You awake now, Ketsueki?" The blue haired lady asked, sound slightly amused. I blinked a couple of times, my vision turning normal as I picked myself off the floor. She had taken the bed last night while I moved into the corner of the room to sleep, used to hard floors.
Her question lingered unanswered for a moment till I slowly nodded. I looked at her, focusing and examining her, just like how she was examining me at the moment. Her long blue strands of hair fell in front of the left side of her face, a white lily like flower adorning the right side of her head. The flower was pretty, pristine, and white, making me slightly wonder if it was poisonous. My other observations of her physical features were cut off, her long black cloak covering her figure.
"Good. I want to leave as soon as possible so hurry and get ready." She said, changing into a monotone voice as I gave a quick nod and headed into the bathroom. I had showered that night and washed my kimono so I didn't need to freshen up too much. I splashed some icy cold water onto my face and let it run down my neck, feeling the icy cold seep into my skin. My body slightly awoke more to the water's impact as I stood there, enjoying the moment before drying off my face with a nearby hand towel. After that brief moment, I glanced around for the toothpaste and put a dab of it on my finger, using it as a temporary toothbrush. Yes, I lived on the streets for four years but I still remembered to have good hygiene unlike some of the dirty vagabonds on the streets.
Finishing up and walking out, I saw the blue haired lady standing by the door ready to go, bamboo hat in hand. I followed right behind her, keeping my pace constant with hers, our steps in unison. We quietly moved down the hall as she placed her bamboo and paper strip hat onto her head. The eerie jingle from last night resumed as the chime like bells jingled for their location on the hat. I kept my gaze on the floor as we went down the steps, down another hall and past the service desk. The lady there bid us a good day as we left without exchanging a word to her. I winced as the sunlight struck me, causing my pupils to shrink to adjust to the sun's bright lights.
It was early as we walked down the streets. The concrete floor was slightly cool under my bare feet, not fully heating up under the sun's ray. A few people were out to witness us move about and as we passed by stands and shops. I snatched up two apples as we passed a stand where fruits and vegetables were being sold. The man selling the fruit had turned away from us to set up something else as I stole the two, luscious, red apples and concealed them within my kimono. The blue haired lady must have noticed my movements because after a while and a good distance from the food stand, she held out her left hand as if expecting something. Keeping my gaze down and smiling, I placed one of the apples in the palm of her hand, deciding this would be the right moment to ask my question.
"Miss," I began as I pulled out the other apple from its hiding spot and cleaned it on my kimono. "Is there a name I can call you by?" I felt stupid asking her but she had never given it to me last night. I heard the sound of the apple being bitten into and waited, taking a bite of my own apple. My stomach ached joyously, waiting for me to finish chewing it and just swallow the fruit.
"I gave you a name last night, Ketsueki, it would only be right for you to make up one for me." She replied back, taking another bite of her apple. I nodded, thinking. She called me Ketsueki - meaning blood. Glancing up I looked at her hair that fell down past her waist - its blue hues bright in the light. Blue.
"Aoi?" I questioned aloud, testing its sound. I wasn't too creative and repeated it again. "Aoi Sama?" I asked. She turned her head slightly, acknowledging she'd answer to it. I took another bite of my apple, smiling to myself as we continued our walk in silence. We had exited the town and were now traveling down a dirt path. After a while we finished off our breakfast, throwing the cores off to the side for some animals to eat as we continued. It was a long while before Aoi Sama addressed me again.
"Ketsueki," She began, pulling me back from looking at the field's luscious scenery. I gave her my full attention as she spoke. "Do any of your family member's possess a Kekkei Genkai or Blood Line Trait like yours?" She asked. I blinked.
"Kek...kei Genkai?" I asked back, wondering if that's what I referred to as my 'Attacks' or 'Thirst' was really called. "I don't know, I was orphaned and never met any of my family members." I stated, thinking hard. I couldn't recall anything but the orphanage I lived in. Aoi Sama took this in before asking more questions.
"How long have you known about it?"
"Since I was about six, I think. Maybe younger."
"Who knew of it?"
"A few caretakers knew. I would get...thirsty and have an 'attack'." I made a face, trying not to remember times back at the orphanage.
"Thirsty?" Aoi Sama asked, not really helping to pull me away from horrible Memory Lane.
"Yeah. After the fist 'attack', caretakers said I would have a 'thirsty' look on my face and would give me a cup of juice mixed with a little bit of blood from meat packages that they had in the fridge." There was a moment of silence between us before Aoi Sama stopped and turned towards me. I stopped too, looking up at her as she looked down at me.
"Your Kekkei Genkai is something I haven't seen before. Have you ever thought of being a Shinobi?" She asked.
"A Shinobi?" The word sounded familiar but I wasn't sure of it. "Isn't that a ninja?" I asked. She nodded.
"I am a Shinobi and I think your Blood Line Trait would be good for Shinobi skills." Aoi Sama said as I listened, interested. "Someone I know may want you." My heart raced.
"I may be wanted?" I repeated as she nodded again.
"May be. If I train you, and you show promise then you'll be wanted." She said. The word wanted sounded like it had two meanings but I didn't care to think about it.
"What if I don't show any?" I asked, fearful.
"Most likely be killed during a training I make up." She said, shrugging. I frowned, biting my lip as I thought. If my Kekkei Genkai was a ninja trait, then I should use it to its fullest right? If it was a ninja trait, then I most likely should and could be a ninja? It couldn't be that hard, I had a Kekkei Genkai to back me up and if I became a Shinobi - I'd be wanted. I believed that.
"I won't die. I'll be stronger than that," I said, clenching my fists. For once, what I had wouldn't be shunned, but maybe accepted. I'd be a Shinobi, and there would be other people, maybe different like me. "I'll let you train me and use my Kekkei Genkai as long as I get to stay with you. I promise, I won't fall short of your expectations, Aoi Sama." I said, bowing. I was determined. When I looked back up, Aoi Sama had pulled aside some strips so I could see the smirk on her face.
"Good. From this point on, you'll be my subordinate. I'll train you in everything you need to know: from survival skills to life and death situations, jutsus to chakra control. I may even help you perfect your Blood Line Limit and use it to its fullest potential." She taunted, sounding very interested in it. I grinned. I didn't know how much I would have regretted it but I promised myself away to more then what I wanted.
"Aoi Sama, train me. I am your Shinobi."
I promised to be her Shinobi - her tool.