Shelli's story
(Chapter 4: Weasel)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any characters from it.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Flashback
I paced impatiently around the room. My legs felt like lead, as did my eyes. I felt so useless and scared. I slumped down against a wall and closed my eyes as I plummeted deep into my thoughts. Just as I did the door opened.
The figure approached me.
"Tired already?" I guessed by the voice that it was a man.
His voice was heavily guarded, as if all emotion was locked up, only to be shown in very small amounts.
I forced my eyes open to stare at him.
He had raven colored hair, and was from Konaha like me. His eyes were a deep bloody crimson red. I immediately recognized the sharingan. I had only read about it once or twice, I read no one could use sharingan, because the clan that used it was whipped out.
A smirk crossed my face.
"You wish." Was my simple reply.
"I'd think you'd be scared." He said curiously, but still, his voice was enough to chill hell to the bone.
I felt a spark of curiosity jolt through me. I wondered what was under his cold shell exterior. No one could be this cold and lifeless. So, what was he really like?
"Pfftt! Me, scared? Yeah right!" I boasted. "I'm not some scared little girl you can push around." I added, somewhat threateningly.
"Obviously." He said, and made what I guess could be considered a smirk.
"Especially idiots like you. I could kick your asses in no time flat." I boasted again.
I knew there was no way I could ever win in a fight against the Akatsuki, but I wanted to see his reaction to the ignorant remark I made. From what I had seen from the Akatsuki so far, insubordination was one of their pet peeves.
He scowled and pinned me to the wall by my shoulders. I yelped in surprise, I hadn't even seen him move!
"Ignorant brat!" He hissed. "That type of behavior will get you killed!"
I struggled under his iron strong grip. I looked up at him. His crimson eyes were spinning wildly. Then the eyes morphed into what appeared to be a pinwheel.
That was the last thing I saw.
I suddenly felt very cold. Ice seemed to grip my body.
'I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead' I repeated in my mind.
I was wrong.
I gently opened my eyes to what could only be described as hell. The ground was pitch black, like a black abyss. The black clouds looked painted on the blood red sky. I was somewhat in a daze for a few minutes. Then I saw the man standing in front of me.
"Were the hell are we!?" I roared.
"Welcome to the world of Tsukuyomi." He remarked coldly.
A vine ripped from the ground and gripped my arms and legs. The man stood in front of me. To my horror, he was holding a fire whip.
"D-Damn…" I spat from the ground.
The whip was raised, then I felt the impact. The whip ripped at my flesh, and burned whatever was left in its wake. I opened my eyes to see the dancing flames on my shoulder. Tears trickled down my cheeks as the flame burned my arm. The man flicked the whip to his side.
Suddenly, an unbearable pain rippled through my body. It felt as though a stake lit with fire had been shoved through my shoulder. The pain radiated through my body, and finally stopped at my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut in agony, as tears continued down my face. It felt hotter, and hotter, like I was inside a fire pit. Just when I though I would be cooked from the inside out, an unbelievable explosion erupted around me.
All was silent around me. The pain was gone, but my hands were still numb. I opened my eyes. To my surprise, I was standing. The man was gripping his right eye and looking at me with great hatred, but his eyes were focused on my hands. I looked down at my hands. Flame-like tattoos spread up to my elbow. My nails were now claws, crimson red blood dripped from them. I looked up to see a scratch on his cheek.
"Wh-What?" I murmured weakly.
My eyes grew blurry, and just as the Tsukuyomi world disappeared, I fell into a deep sleep.
I have no idea how long I was out. Minutes? Hours? Days? Whatever the case I was awake now. My eyes pleaded to stay shut, but I ignored the request and looked around.
I was in a normal sized room. The room had light blue walls with a few pictures of the seaside on it. The floor was white carpet, and there was a small wooden dresser, closet, and a relatively large bathroom. It also had blue orb lights hanging from the ceiling.
I was on a one person bed with a blue sheet and quilt. I was pretty impressed, this room was cool.
"You're awake." I heard a voice say.
I looked all around the room, but saw no one. I sat up on the bed. My vision was blurry and was of no help to me at this moment.
"Don't push yourself." The voice whispered in my ear.
Now I saw a figure above me, its hand rested calmly on my shoulder.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Lol cliff! Who is this figure? Why did Shelli pass out? Why am I asking you all these questions when I already know the answer? Find out in the next chapter of Shelli's Story. Review and you get a taco.
(Next chapter: Curiosity gets you poisoned)