Title: Clipped Wings of An Angel
Chapter Two: The Strings of Fate
A/N: When in Italics it means that the story is taking back in time when Itachi and Hana were younger. Please review the story for me. I would like to get some feedback on it!
Beautiful. That is all Hana Fujiwara has ever been known to be. Not the cunning girl, the girl that was always polite, the girl that always had the latest clothing flown in from Tokyo, the girl that was poster perfection in every way. No. She was just a pretty face. A face that her father would arrange a marriage for to a Danyö. Some old has been that would be on his death bed in a few years.
He never spent time with her as a young child. He was always at the hospital saving lives. Lives that belonged to strangers. But he could never save his daughter. In fact, he was the reason for her death. The reason that her hate grew for life each day. Feeding upon her anger and fueling it up. It was a disease. A nasty thing that laid deep down in every humans heart. Hate. It is what keeps the world running, the food chain linking. Hate. It was something that Hana possessed and she knew it very well.
Hana turned away from the tree's wall staring intently at the young boy laid before her. He had his back to the tree and he had his mask on sleeping. The cool wind whispered sweetly into her ear as curiosity etched over her angelic face. She had to see what was under that mask. She inched slowly towards the sleeping boy as her pale ivory hands slid away from her lap towards his mask Her slender fingers traced the ruby red paint on the mask as the white plastic stained under her fingertips. Hana moved her hand slowly towards the string of his mask as she smiled ruefully her emerald eyes flickering with mischief. Her hands slip under the clear string as her warm fingers touched his face and stroked it. How was he sleeping through all of this? Hana did not have the answer.
Itachi watched through squinted eyes as the beautiful girl stroked his face. Her gentle hands were like soft licks of feather on his face. The soft gentle caresses sent pleasure coursing through his body. He managed to keep his face from leaning into her gentle touches which his body was opposing. She was a walking, living sin. Something so beautiful caressing his face was driving him mad.
Hana drew her hand away from his face as she leaned in closer towards the boys body trying to get as close as possible. Her black silk kimono slithered through dirt as her body sat next to his. Their shoulders gently touched which sent waves of pleasure down Itachi's spine. She leaned over towards his face her pale pink, pouting lips in front of Itachi's eyes. His eyes darkened with lust as he stared at her lips hungrily. Her pale ivory hands slid to the sides of his face ready to slide the mask off. Itachi's hands slid up from their spots as it held her wrists hovering over his mask.
"What do you think you're doing?" Itachi questioned his voice laced with anger.
"I-I-I I'm not sure..." Hana whispered as her eyes dropped to the ground. Itachi stared at her face wishing he could taste her sweet lips. They looked so warm, inviting and most of all loving. Something he needed to fill the empty space in his heart.
"Come on lets go" Itachi said as he broke the unnerving silence. Hana nodded her head as she stood up and walked out of the tree trunk into the warm sunlight. She welcomed the warm rays as it kissed her face giving her a glow. She spun around in circles happy to be away from the cramped space. Itachi stared in wonder at the creature before him. She turned around as a giggled escaped her mouth. The sound itself was art. It's tinkling ring made her even more fragile.
"So where are we going?"
"Konoha." Hana stared at Itachi for a moment before a slow smile spread onto her face. She threw her head back and let out a string melodies. Her voice was carried around Itachi entrancing the poor boy into believing that this girl creature was something pure. Ms. Fujiwara was anything but pure.
"Climb onto my back." Itachi said as he turned away from the girl waiting for her to climb onto his back. He felt her arms wrap tightly onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped themselves around his torso his hands propped her up as he started running lightning fast and jumped onto the tree branches. The scene whizzed by the two teens as silence filled their journey to Konoha.
Hours passed since they last rested. Hana was sleeping on his back and they only had a few miles to go before they would reach their destination. Itachi stopped as he jumped down from the branch and laid her softly on the ground, her black kimono fanned out around her as she continued her slumber. He set camp up and sat in front of the fire watching the orange-yellow flames flickering. His coal black eyes were empty of emotion and his handsome young face blank. The fall leaved drifted down towards the ground as they fell gracefully around the two figures.
The hues of orange, yellow, green, red and brown mixed into one. The two were quite a sight. Both so youthful and dazzling. This would be an artist's dream. The landscape was surrounded by trees, their leaves falling gracefully to the ground with two teenagers resting from a day's run. It was a sight to behold but none was there to see. Something so beautiful was being wasted just like their lives. So much youth but such little guidance.
The strings of fate has intertwined the twos' paths. Fate. Something gruesome and cruel. Fate played with human lives enjoying building them up and knocking them down like a child and their sand castle. Sculpting carefully at the castle making it as beautiful as can be and when they are done they tear it down and start a new one. A new victim for fate to play with. A new toy. Something to be thrown out one day. To be forgotten. Just another old toy.
A/N: Hey I am so sorry if this chapter was not as hoped to be. I am uninspired right about now but I am trying my best to produce well written chapters. Please review my story. Maybe someone can help spark an interest for my story.