Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Lies I Told Myself
Key
S.S: Sick Shit (not suitable for the weak-minded or squeamish)
thinking
"talking"
thoughts progressing into speech"
'substitute for italics' (in certain places, like emphasising something)
/telepathy/
:scene change: (more for my reference than anything else)
POV
Summary: I was a cold, callous individual. I was sarcastic and witty, not a pleasant person to be around. I cut you down with biting words every chance I got and smiled so frighteningly that I made children cry. I was, simply put, an asshole. I never cared what you thought of me. And one day I got bored, so very bored, so I decided to snap.
A/N: I'm setting my own record, lol. Never have I enjoyed writing a story so much that I write three subsequent chapters in such a short time period.
You are one
I've grown to love
But I cannot
For fear that you
Do not
Au revoir
Meine liebe
мы не
Meet again
Knaji
Chapter Two: Such A Nice Boy
:Hokage Tower:
I was good at persuading people, this was something I'd learned young when I had no trouble convincing the young woman that ran the best grocery stall in Konohagakure to sell me some of her best produce at half price. Never mind the fact that she hated me. I didn't mind of course, she was simply the third on my list, right next to the Hokage's secretary who actually had the audacity to attempt to poison me with a cookie. Foolish, foolish woman. I hadn't reported her, I'd deal with her myself later.
I was seven now and a genin, having graduated the Academy the exact year I entered it, something that was apparently unheard of in the history of the village, I had to actually wait three more months for the other children to finish so I could be assigned to a team, it was irksome. I myself wasn't surprised about graduating so early.They weren't teaching anything worthwhile in that facility, the practical bits were useful, but everything else was rubbish. I already knew every pressure point, every bone and every organ in the human body. I knew what happened when each one began to fail, wether or not it could be treated outside of a hospital or not, how to create a tourniquet from things found in a forest, which was most often a stick and the skin of a recently killed snake. I knew how to manage a broken bone, how to walk or run without putting much more pressure on it and wearing away the broken ends to a point where it can't be healed. I knew how to force chakra into a person's system, how much it took to paralyze them, how much to knock them out, how much to kill them.
Thanks to my jutsu theory I developed and perfected last year in the academy, I knew how to use little to almost no chakra in ninja techniques that would drain a normal person to their limits. I could fire a Gogyougufuu with the amount of chakra you would use to stick a leaf to your forehead. It was all about the manipulation, not the amount. By cooling the air in the ring of your fingers, making a ball from the small amount of chakra inside your mouth and cooling the outside of it while heating the inside to near molten levels and blowing hard, you can easily create the fire tornado on a much larger scale and hotter than magma. I actually tested it on a boulder a while back and there wasn't much left except what appeared to be some form of black glass. I made a very beautiful drop pendant out of it and gave it to Anko as congratulations for her new rank as a Special Jounin, I haven't seen her take it off yet.
I was stepping out of our apartment now, having just eaten lunch, and was headed to our team's training grounds. As I was dubbed "the Rookie of the Year", foolish title really, for having the top scores in my class. Thus, I was partnered with an average student and the lowest ranking child. I didn't see the logic in this particular system, they would all end up dead because of the lack of balance between them. I hoped to advance to Chunin rank quickly before any of us got killed in a mission.
"Konnichiwa Uzumaki-san!" my teammate calls out to me with a slight smile as I approach Training Ground Seventy-Three. Her name is Sono Saiko, she has dark red hair, bright green eyes and always wore a heavy Kusarigama on her back with the chain wrapped around her waist. I didn't know why, it didn't look like it'd be terribly effective in battle.
"Konnichiwa Sono-san, I trust you had a good lunch? Am I very late?"
"Yes I did, thank you. No, you're not, Sensei sent a message and said she'd be a few minutes late, here comes Ronin-san though."
I nod in reply, turning to look at my other teammate. Ronin Hiroshi was a disowned member of the Hyuuga clan (hence his surname) for having a genetic defect which didn't allow him to activate the clan bloodline. He has blue eyes, short messy black hair, and was the lowest ranking child in our year. He always attempts to pick a fight with me because not only am I several years younger then him, I'm also the Rookie of the Year, and he doesn't feel like I deserve that. I didn't mind though, he's good practice if I ever have to battle a brain-dead Iwa ninja.
"Uzumaki! Fight me!" he yells, not even greeting our female teammate before rushing me head on. I lean slightly to my left and catch his arm, using his own momentum to flip him over easily and place a stick to his throat in lieu of drawing a kunai.
"Good afternoon to you too, Ronin-san. I trust you had a good lunch?" I ask quietly, he scoffs and pushes the stick away, standing up and rushing me once more. I sigh, repeating my earlier actions with ease and crouching down to look into his face. "Rushing your opponent with no form leaves you open, Ronin-san, since you are attacking one such as myself, I recommend keeping your arms close until the last moment and then striking."
"Fuck your advice Uzumaki. I'm gonna kick your ass!" Hiroshi says and leans up to spit into my face, I recoil in disgust and he punches me hard in the chest, making me lose my balance and fall backwards into a tree. He follows me and continues heavily punching any part he can reach before wrapping his fingers around my throat and squeezing as hard as possible while bashing my head into the tree trunk, his knees grinding down into my hands to hold me down. I can hear Saiko screaming at him to stop before he kills me, I started to see spots in my vision and I was just about to pass out but then I hear a poof and his weight is removed, although not before he gets a good hard kick into my groin.
I gasp in pain, falling on my side, trying to resist the urge to curl into a ball and failing. I would have to start maintaining my chakra armor at all times now it would seem. I try and take in a deep breath and wince, he'd broken at least two of my ribs and bruised three more in his assault. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen and would likely pass out at any point.
"Uzumaki-kun! Uzumaki-kun, you must not fall asleep!" someone tells me, Mamoru-sensei I think, shaking my shoulder. I nod, trying to sit up and falling back again, she catches me but I jerk away and almost fall again. "Uzumaki-kun, you must not fall asleep! I think you have a concussion! Can you hear me?!"
I nod, struggling to keep my eyes open, but I was just so tired. That was common in a serious head injury. Mamoru Midori was our sensei, she was a recently indoctrined Jounin and very caring about her new genin team. She wouldn't last long in a fight at the moment, maybe after a few more years of heavy training.
I was beginning to to feel nauseous and my head was pounding. I close my eyes with a wince, turning my face away from the sun.
"Please do not touch me...Mamoru-sensei..." I slur and she lays me against a tree, apologizing and saying that she forgot.
"He's faking, that little bastard is fine." I hear Hiroshi grumble, I mentally smile, I'd just found the fourth person on my list.
"Be silent Ronin Hiroshi! You are already in enough trouble for harming your own teammate outside of a sanctioned spar!" Midori yells at him and I halfway hear someone else crouching beside me.
"What do you want me to do Sensei?" Saiko asks as I am awakened once more with a light slap to the side of my face, I growl in the back of my throat. Honestly, if one more person touched me without permission I was going to bite them, no matter how barbaric that sounds. The light hurt too much, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"Help Uzumaki-kun to the hospital while I take Ronin-san to the Hokage." Midori tells Saiko as she poofs away. Saiko leans over to help me up and I immediately sink my teeth into her hand. Not hard enough to draw blood mind you, but hard enough to warn her.
"Ouch! Uzumaki-kun?!" she screeches, not helping the ringing in my ears one bit. I could hardly focus on her words as she asked if I was alright. No, I most certainly was not. I felt like I was going to throw up. Damn that child to the ninth layer of Dante's Hell.
"Please do...not touch me and...please do not...scream...I will...I will get to the hospital...on...on my own..." I manage to slur out, attempting to stand and succeeding. I manage to get about five or so steps before sinking to the ground, colored lights dancing quickly beneath my eyelids as I arch back in pain. I hear Saiko scream as I curl up and lose complete control of my body, which begins to shake and writhe uncontrollably.
Anaki: I actually enjoy writing this!
RC16: That's new? Don't you enjoy writing your others?
Anaki: Yep, but this is fresh, it's like a freshly caught fish, exhilarating.
RC16: Only you'd compare fanfics to food.
Anaki: Well duh, I'm gonna be a chef.
RC16: -sigh-
RC17: Lol, review people!