Hello every one! Nice to have you to read my story! C: At first I will apologize for rventually grammer or speech feilure couse English isn't my mother language and I'm not very good to use this speech but I'll try so please enjoy and review! C:
Everywhere is smoke and ruins. She smelled the disgusting mixture of poison, dirt and the reek of burning corpses. Tears came running down her small scratched open cheeks. She clenched her bloddy fists and stared at the bloodred discoloured ground. Suzume was too cowarldy to look around. She didn´t want to know what there was exactly, she just wanted to get away. The memories of the last níght already haunted her like a bad nightmare.
NO! Please . Don´t take my little girl! Take me but I beg you! Spare her! The veiled man didn´t show any stir. As if the words just slipped through him. Didn´t have any meaning. Perhaps were never said.
Feeble and near the utter resignation the survivor lifted her body from a part of the carbonized ruins. Pain passed through her right leg. Hissing she creased her face . Suzume tried hard not to scream out loud since she knew there was nobody to help her. She would only make the enemies make aware of her provided there still was someone alive. Properly thinking ...why not? The little girl dropped bacwards again and closed her eyes. No one would cry over her if she died here and now because there was nobody else now.
A sudden jerk went through Suzume. Did he really not listen? She dared to lookup only carefully and just as she raised her head she began to wish she had hestitated longer. Just to deny the truth for a few moments more. But she looked up and saw waht had happened instantly. Apparently the veiled ninja had not listened to her mothers words and had closed in for the kill. However he couldn´t reach Suzume. Someone had blocked the attack. Her heart thightened. The man who stood before her was her father.
With idle glance she stared at the open wound on her right leg. The little girl didn´t even notice the pain. She had rolled on one side. Nevermore sleeping, I can never close my eyes again flashed through her mind. This night she could never forget. Fear spread inside her. Even death himself wouldn´t gibe her salvation. The blue-eyed would die wiht these shreds and she would see them her whole life. Her last memory shouldn ´t be like this. Shouldn´t be so final. She wanted to be allowed to dream. But like this, here and now, surrounded by the corpses of her acquaintances, friends and the ones of her family she didn´t want...she couldn´ t allow herself to die. Suzume didn´t have enough chakra to heal herself or to at least ease the bleeding and the hurt. Helpless she looked around. But it seemed like nothing that had remained was suitable to help her. In desperation she closed her eyes. A mistake.
Blood welled from his chest and a scream released from the throat of her mother. She would never forget the look of his eyes just before he died. Her tears mixed wiht the blood of her father on her cheeks. „I love you two" were his last words before the longsword was pulled out his chest. By the crunching noise that resonated as the stranger extracted the sword and thereby broke her fahters rib cage she would be haunted for years . Probably never forgettng it. Paralysed with fear Suzume stared at the man. She seeked for his glance and searched for a reaction, an expression, anything. But she found nothing. His eyes were as blank as a field without an acre, a gray sky without a cloudburst...
Teath crunching the last survivor of the Kushu clan pushed herself out the remains of a former flower shop. Her legs hurt hellish and she felt as if she would die any moment. But she didn´t want to...just couldn´t. She dragged herself further with her arms until she reached the remainder of a fallen tree and finally granted herself rest. Inevitably the entire chaos and destruction captivated her sight. Her vision blurred. Right in front of her extended the consequences of a war that was driven by hate. Pure hate. Destruction on both sides . Little Suzume could not understand the sensitivities of this war. Did not understand why it was more important to know which one of the clans would take the leading authority in the world rahter than to try and make an equilibrium. Diplomacy instead of war. Talking wihth each other instead of pointless killing. Pain drove through her heart. Here on this battlefield the seven year old had reached adulthood and nobody would ask where she should go. She was on her own in the heart of the storm.