A few weeks later, I slipped into the house, humming quietly to myself, and was stopped short by a sight I knew I would see, but dreaded it.
My parents were waiting for me, and I cautiously approached, smiling hesitantly.
"Kaa-san, Otou-san," I said.
"Izumi." my mother said, gesturing for me to sit.
I sank onto a cushion and peered up at my parents.
"Daughter," my father said, "Do you want to be a ninja?"
I paused, thinking. "Yes." there was no way, I was going to learn anything about anything stuck out here in the woods.
Kaa-san's face showed relief. "Good girl. Now, the Academy starts in three days! We already have everything you need, dear."
I stopped, startled. They had already bought my uniform, the supplies and whatever else I needed? They had depended on me saying yes, so that the money wasn't wasted.
"Alright," I said carefully, then slipped from the room, planning.
Gathering my toy kunai, and shuriken, I snuck out of the house, to the woods.
I became thankfully immersed in the cool green of the forest, and I walked quickly, to the tiny training area Haruki had set up for me, back when I was three.
I carefully selected a kunai and hurled it towards the stumps lined up in a neat row.
It sailed somewhere off to the left, I groaned. To be (brutally) honest, I had been slacking.
I knew what I needed to do, go to the Academy, use my knowledge to stop stuff, and . . . go somewhere from there. All of the Self-Insert fanfictions I had read, mostly ended with the said person going slight(more or less) nuts.
I certainly did not plan on going crazy.
The sun continued to drift overhead, as I practiced with the kunai and shuriken.
It was the flicker of shadow, that first alerted me to the shinobi's presence.
I bit my lip, then steadied my hand. They may be friendly, I reminded myself. But if they are, my conscious argued, why haven't they come out yet?
I let out a breath, and accidentally dropped a shuriken. As I leaned over, I felt a flash of pain, along my back, and fell flat.
The nin had thrown a kunai, which was now quivering in a stump.
I sucked in a breath, fear making my heart race.
Scrambling to my feet, I took off towards the house, clutching my shuriken in one hand, and a kunai in the other.
Otou-san will protect me, he will make it better, was my furious thoughts, as I twisted through the forest.
Bursting into the clearing, I let out a shriek and ran towards the house.
Then I faltered. Everything was unnaturally quiet. Kaa-san would've come running, if she had heard the fear in my voice.
I heard a footstep behind me, and whirled, my eyes growing wide.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled, then ran for the house, bursting in.
What I saw, made me stop, tears welling in my eyes. I dropped to my knees, looking into Haruki's glassy eyes.
My family lay in a scarlet lake, their throats neatly slit.
"K-kaa-san? Otou-san? H-h-haruki?" I choked out.
I heard the shinobi behind me, and ignored them, instead focusing on the pain, the warm blood trickling from the shallow cut on my back, running up from the bottom of my spine, to the beginning.
"L-leave me alone for a moment, Ninja-san." I said, trembling as I scooted forward, cradling Haruki's head in my lap. "You can kill me after I bury them," I finished, the tear streaming silently down my face. I stood, not caring if the scarlet liquid was soaking my tunic.
I didn't look at the shinobi, as they followed me, silently and quickly, flitting shadows at the corners of my eyes.
Surprisingly, they let my drag a shovel out of the shed, and start digging, my muscles trembling from tiredness of my throwing practice earlier, and grief.
I heard them move behind me, and suddenly, I saw one.
They were wearing a striped mask, not ANBU, I could tell, but someone else.
The person flashed through some hand seals, then, then the earth quaked under my feet.
I collapsed, dully wondering what they were doing.
Were they going to bury me along with my family. Fine then.
A fine mist of dust settled on me, and I looked up to see three fully dug graves. My jaw dropped up, and I gazed up at the shinobi.
I wandered to the house, where I struggled feebly with Haruki, Kaa-san and Otou-san's bodies, before the same one who'd dug the graves came to assist, picking them up easily and walking slowly to the graves.
"T-thank you, Ninja-san," I said, numbly wondering if this was the part where they killed me. He(yes, the kind one was a 'he'. I could tell, by the way he was built.) looked down at me, then spoke.
"Come on, kid. I'll carry you."
Before I knew what I was doing, I shook my head, more tears staining my cheeks.
"T-they're here." I said, my eyes sliding over to the fresh graves.
"And you can come back and visit," he said, his voice deep and full.
I silently held my arms up, asking to be held.
He shifted, the crouched down, picking me up.
"N-ninja-san?" I asked, tearily, "What's y-your name?"
He paused. "You can call me Daisuke."
"Ha," I mumbled sleepily against his shirt. "Your name had 'uke' in it, Dai." then I drifted into the dreamworld, ignoring his outraged sputters.
Well, then. The mysterious third chapter. So, hope you enjoyed. Sorry about the bad joke at the end, with Daisuke and his name. Poor guy, she's really gonna make fun of him in the later chapters. And hey, guys, I love all of the favs and follows, but, please drop me a review, I love to read them.