A tiny flicker.
Gasps of breath.
Sweat soaked body.
Not even a second chance can save you, girl.
Rin opened her eyes.
What… was that? She asked herself as she heaved herself out of the tiny tree hole that she used as a bed, struggling to remember her dream that was oh so important….
Nothing.
Wait, that's not true. Auburn hair. Flashing grey eyes. A mocking smile. Blood.
Rin's breath caught in her throat, and her small prepubescent body trembled. But even as she clung helplessly onto her revelation, it slipped away, leaving nothing behind.
She ran past the other stalls, stumbling as something heavy and blunt landed on the side of her head. She then ran woozily, steps unsteady and slow. In no time at all, the men caught up. She was kicked to the ground, face pressed into the dirt, and a heavy, dirty, and calloused foot came down harshly on her head and held it there. She glared upwards at the sneering faces. "What a pretty face for a thief." The one with his foot on her face commented. She gathered spit in her mouth and spat. In response, the foot painfully ground her face into the ground, the stones cutting into the side of her lips. She cried out, and awkwardly flailed her legs. "Feisty too. No matter. She'll come along soon enough." One leered, fingers tracing her thighs and rear. She froze, as flashes of her dream came back to her:
Sweaty bodies.
Calculating brown eyes.
Her own fingers tingled within his hair, clutching it in reluctant ecstasy, as if unsure whether to stroke it gently or tear it out with viciousness.
Pain and pleasure mangled together.
Illusion or reality--
Suddenly, the weight was off her and a hand, small but strong and calloused, pulled her up. She looked up, dazed, and froze, brain stuttering to a stop again. Auburn hair. Clear grey eyes, almost silver. Handsome features. But instead of his gorgeous smile, she saw tears, despair and emptiness. Her breath left her. She realized she was crying.
Hi. I'm Ren, He says. I know. She wanted to say, but they were too busy running away. She looked at their intertwined hands. And a thought invaded her mind. This is wrong. This wasn't how they were supposed to meet-
I don't care, she decided. Because I'm going to change everything.
After that fateful day, it started off as an awkward friendship. One would help the other if they were in trouble. But like a moth drawn to a flame, they began playing with each other, meeting together to conduct pranks. In this kind of world, they were each other's light.
Later, after she made her daily rounds of thievery, she held her loot tightly to her chest. District 65 was never nice to its inhabitants, she thought wryly. She gingerly brought a dried persimmon to her lips, savoring the taste mournfully, lamenting the damn shop keepers for being as observant as a bloody hawk, for her weakness as they beat her black and blue, and for the limited food source that she held to her chest that she'll have to ration for a few weeks.
She wondered about Ren.
She climbed to her feet unsteadily, and made her way to her tree hole. But something caught her eye at the edge of her vision. A flash of auburn. Grey eyes closed. Stripped clothing. Blood in between his legs. Almost nonexistent reiatsu. A cry escaped her throat.
Not again.
(I failed.)
Never again. She thought, as she gazed upon the almost corpse like it was her worst nightmare.I'll save you this time. No matter what it takes.
OMAKE
An imaginary scenario: SNAKE VS. FOX
A tiny flicker.
Gasps of breath.
Pain unlike any other.
Body stitching together, dissembling, put back together.
Rin opened her eyes and gazed into the dark dark night.
I'm still alive?
"Guardian." The voice was insistent. She looked up, blearily, into the cerulean eyes of a male whose physical age was close to her own. He looked tired, and there was dirt on his face, hair and cloak. He looked like he was just lost a battle. His hair was strange, an unnatural yellow, bright as a highlighter. His cloak looked like it was white in its better days, with strange flame patterns on the bottom.
"I've summoned you." He said, and she forced herself to focus. "I'm going to anoint you to be the guardian of the nine-tailed beast."
…What?
"I've decided to seal the entire beast, both light and dark side into my newborn." And here his face clouded over in sadness. "I need someone to continue the sealing process, as well to guard the beast lest he try to corrupt my son. Please. I need you to do this."
Rin
I looked at him. Sincerity was pouring out of his pores.
I sighed. And I haven't even gotten over the fact that I'm not dead yet. I groaned. Yet, if I'm correct, than the guy's probably the reason I'm still alive in the first place. Maybe if I fulfill this task he'll let me go and I can see Ren again. I perked up in hope.
"Fine. I accept."
When I woke up, I was in some sewer. Dodging a rude wake-up call from a giant fox with nine tails. Was this God's way of making me repent for my pranks and sins in my first life?
I sighed. The sooner this is over, the sooner I get out.
Vastolordes's corner.
Hi! Um. Despite only getting one review for the first chapter, I'm still really happy… Imagine how happy I am if there were 10…
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Anyway, please review because I'm doing something that not many people had already done before so I would like some opinions…
Anyway! I decided to continue because I'm strange like that.
Well. The omake was something I thought of just then, so think of it as a… muse of sorts, and if people like it I might convert it into an actual fic… Rin dying and landing in the Naruto world, or more specifically, now, his stomach.
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