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My World My Creation

Chapter 5

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Naruto was right. That wasn't the last time they would see each other. They have fought numerous times, each letting out the anger that 'The Other World' inflected upon them. That's what they started to call it. Saying reality just...didn't seem right. Maybe they were in denial, not wanting to believe such a cruel world can be real...so...unpleasant. They actually had two choices for the name, the first one or 'The Default World.'

They thought of these when naruto invited Yomi (or Dead Master inside of her mind,) to his own mindscape. It took a bit. Yomi wasn't ready, wasn't to trusting, and naruto understood that.

They met in the lounge when she did decided to come on over. Her appearance changed. Her hair was the same, as was the color of her eyes, but she no longer had horns on top of her head, her weapon was gone and she was dressed in what naruto supposed was her school uniform from wherever she lived. She was...calmer, more relaxed. Her smiles weren't wicked like they were in her mind.

The first thing she did upon seeing naruto's mindscape was gasp. With her mouth still open she walked in and turned around slowly. The full moon radiated a soft blue light over their surroundings. The fireflies were already out, singing their song of lala's into the air, twisting and dancing upon the weeping willow's vines. Light, rhythmic pounding could be heard from the forest, and upon closer look, one would see the silhouette of a wolf or a fox, the same height as the trees, stride through. Yomi's eyes went wide before becoming half-lidded and a small smile graced her lips. With a breathless sigh, she extended her arms and twirled around the field and flowers. Her eyes were closed but the small, peaceful smile remained.

They were laying in the grass, right underneath the willow, when naruto turned to Yomi and asked in a soft voice, "Why did you dance?"

He did not know if he would get an answer. They never spoke once since they met, conveying messages and information through their eyes and minds, no words were exchanged.

She did not answer.

Around her eighth trip to naruto's mindscape, did she finally speak.

"You do not know the power of your mind."

Her voice was flowing and easy, pleasant to the ears. Naruto looked to her.

"Your mind, it truly is something to behold. The second I stepped in it I was overwhelmed with emotions. This mind reflects you, as it should. I felt the outside of it, calming me, easing me, whispering of no harm and peace, of understanding and tranquility. But, the more I come here, the more I notice the hidden secrets the lies about. I also notice that you, too, are full of secrets. To tell you the truth, I don't know why I danced, it was just something that happened. My emotions were swirling inside me, and that's how I ended up expressing them."

Naruto sat on a tire swing he summoned earlier as he listened to her, his white dress curling around his legs from the wind. He thought over what she said. His mind was always a peaceful place for him. A place that no one could touch, something they villagers couldn't take away. Maybe what he was feels, Yomi feels also. After a pause he spoke.

"Yomi, what of 'The Other World?' does anyone notice your absence." Yomi looked up to him before looking at the ground.

"No."

Naruto eyes flickered down to her. He felt her paranoia and sadness. Yomi was startled when she felt tiny hands cup her cheeks before moving to her chin and lifting it up. She stared into naruto's intense blue eyes.

"You do not have to be afraid here, this place is to let out everything you keep bottled up. You are safe, and I will not allow anyone to harm you. I promise." he said nothing else. Naruto stood back up and walked to the swing. He twisted the rope around and leaned back. He picked up his feet and allowed the swing to twirl, his mindscape becoming a soft blur. When it stopped, naruto leaned back up and came face to face with Yomi. She looked down nervously, biting her lip.

"No one is missing me." she said after a pause. She looked up to naruto, who nodded showing her was listening. Taking a deep breath, she started.

"My father, he was part of the Yakuza."

-Flashback-

A shirtless man with tattoos covering all of his visible body walked into a living room, he combed a four-fingered hand through his hair, wincing as he touched a scar on his head. A woman with brown, curly, shoulder-length hair and pleading green eyes stood behind him.

"Please." she asked. "Don't do this Akito, you know there not going to allow you to join! Can't you just stop this non-sense! We need you he-"

SLAP

The young woman held a hand to her now bruising cheek. She stared at her husband in shock, before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him.

"Don't you dare say anything! I will be a Yakuza! I just know I will!" he drew out a katana and placed it by her throat.

"If you try to get in my way again, I'll kill you, you bitch! This is my dream! My fate! I. Will. be. a. Yakuza! Don't get in my way!"

But, because of his missing finger, his grip of the sword became careless, the woman's neck split slightly from the blade. The man looked down at his wife's wide eyes and chocking frame as she held her hands to her bleeding neck. He sneered, threw her into the wall and left.

Unknown to both of them, a little girl that stood on the other side of the door watched everything.

Two months past. The littler girl's father had died. A fake Yakuza had allowed him to join. The man left his family that day, never to be seen again. Due to his poor hand, he could not defend himself properly during a shot out with the cops in a warehouse. The force of the shots knocked him over the railing he was leaning on, causing him to fall on a control panel below. The panel quickly erupted, and because of the gun in his pocket, the fire turned into an explosion. After that it was a chain-reaction, in the end, twelve cops and two civilians were dead.

Rumor got around to who it was. The media portrayed the man as a blood-thirsty monster, it is because of this, that the little girl was feared wherever she went. The kids at school bullied her and the teachers ignored her existence.

She was lost

The girl couldn't even find comfort in her own home. Now that her husband was gone, the mother neglected all of her duties, including her daughter. She spent most of her time party and drinking. The broken family was the gossip of the town. How many times had the littler girl took out the trash? Made the dinner? Clean the house? How long has it been since she changed from a child to an adult.

She was forgotten

Bills came and the food supply was running low, so she set out for a job. But who would hire a 7 year old?

The job came from a flower store. The old manager took pity on her, but, she didn't want the girl to scare away the costumers, so the girls job was to take charge of the back room, watering the plants, organizing them, and at night, refilling the shelves. The pay wasn't much, but it was enough to live.

However, one day, while shopping for food, she couldn't help but notice the happy looking family in the aisle across from her. The mother looked healthy, the father was smiling, and the daughter was happy.

Jealousy surged through her veins.

That night on her way from work, she noticed a moving van outside her apartment. Quickly running in, she saw that everything was gone.

The house was empty.

Her mother moved, her mother left her here, alone. The girl ran to her room, there was nothing inside. Tears prickled in her eyes. Hearing the door shut, she looked down the steps and there, there was the happy family she saw earlier. Anger attacked her insides. How dare they come in her house! She ran to the attic where she curled into a ball. Why did this have to happen!? Why did she have to be all alone! Why, why, WHY!

A year past and she was still there. This was her room. At night, she left and went to work, during the day, she laid on the cold wood floor, and vanished to her mind.

Trapped between childhood and adulthood, the little girl forced herself away from both, into a place that time didn't exist. Into a place that was her home.

Into, her mind.