Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. All I own are the Ocs and plot line for this story.
A/N: I'll admit I have other stories I need to work on but this one story just keeps coming to me out of nowhere, even my dreams are not immune. And so I should mention that this prologue is going to be very confusing, because it's written as thoughts as they happen; not reflective first person as I'm used to writing.
Summary: They were rumors nothing more; that an heir to the title of red sands existed. It's a well-known fact that the puppet master of the red sands had no children, biologically anyway, and these rumors seemed only to spread within the weak underlings of the akatsuki, lowly ninja with no hopes of gaining rank. But the 5 Kage catch the smallest whisper and so they send out teams of jonin and anbu to find proof that either confirms these rumors as truth or lies. Meanwhile a team of Konoha shinobi is dispatched to guard over a stubborn but very talented pianist, they'd do best to be careful after all a scorpion's venom is deadly.
Scorpion's Heir
Prologue
Blood, I know it's there, I can feel it. Everything hurts, dammit I knew I should've gotten a new car but I just don't have the money. Is it just me or is it getting cold, really fast. Maybe it's snowing, it is November after all. No, it's not snowing; the sky's grey like it's about to snow but no snow. Sirens, finally I'm safe, I'll go to the hospital and wake up covered in bandages and…maybe I'm not safe the adrenaline is wearing off, but I don't feel pain just cold. No, I gotta stay awake just a little bit longer…just a few more minutes…just a—it's so cold.
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It's so warm, I feel so safe here, and it's hard to move here. Voices—where? They're so muffled I can't make out what they're saying; Am I in the hospital did I make it, no that doesn't make sense. Where am I? I want out…
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Screaming—who? Someone's screaming I can hear someone trying to comfort her; what is going on? A doctor barking out orders but…dammit I want to know what's going on—huh?! What—who's touching me?!
"It's okay, you're almost there," a man says. I'm almost where?! Are you even talking to me?! Why can't I open my eyes?! A baby…? Why am I screaming? No, I'm crying, I'm being born.
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"Rina! Come on Rina open your eyes!" a man's yelling, "Riiiiiiiiiiinaaaaaaaa!"
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I can't move—wait, no don't put me down! I want to be held!
How long are you going to leave me screaming in here alone? I want to be held by someone, anyone; a doctor, a nurse, my new father, mother, anybody just hold me! Wait, finally someone's picking me up! I can open my eyes now; pale white skin, jet black hair, and yellow eyes.
"Poor child, you lose your mother and your father abandons you all on the same day," what a creepy voice. "Don't worry I'll take care of you," I don't like that creepy smile of his.
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It burns, I hate this! But I don't want to die like this, not when I can still fight. My throat hurts from screaming for so long in pain, how many days has it been? Two maybe three, but this burning won't stop. Finally it's letting up I can breathe easy, maybe even sleep without worrying that I won't wake up. He's back; don't touch me like you care.
"You truly are a miracle child."
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Two years, today I turn two years old in this new life of mine. An arena, what am I supposed to do here? Yeah go ahead and leave me in here you creepy old man—huh? Who's the anorexic? It's that burning sensation again—huh? Where'd the blood come from? Eh? That guy…I just killed a man.
This hand on my shoulder, I hate it and the man whose hand this is.
"It's okay; he was going to die anyway; you just made it easier on him." I have to get out of here, just not yet.
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How many men have I killed again? I lost count; I just get more opponents every time I go in there anyway. It's almost time, he's been distracted by a new toy or experimental jutsu, either one it doesn't matter, I'm almost free just a bit longer, heh, déjà vu.
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Six years, I'm six years old now and it's time. The familiar burn of the curse, I almost welcome it.
A door, child's play; he isn't here and he may not return for a while, he's been distracted by this "club" of his for a while now, he won't miss me. Out of the way, annoying men; they have no right to try and stop me…I'll just kill them anyway.
Dammit, this place it's a maze; wait at the end of the hall, is it-? It is! It's light, light from the outside, I've never seen it in this life, the sun—it's beautiful. Now to run, and I have to keep running.
My feet hurt so badly but I have to keep running, I have to keep that snake as far behind me as I can. C'mon, keep running, I know I haven't slept in a few days, but I have to make sure he can never find me.
Dammit, I can't get back up, but I have to; I have to get up and keep running…I have to—so tired.
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That man disgusts me, his flattery sickens me. Huh? What's that in the road? *sigh* now I have to get out and look.
It's a child; she's still so young…and filthy. Hm, she's alive, haaaaaaaah, well I can't just leave her here. So light, she couldn't have had a decent meal in days, maybe ever. Damn brats, I swear they fall the sky.
A/N: End prologue! Tell me what you think, I'll be waiting.