Oh, hello, there! How've you all been? I'm just dabbling a bit, here.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
lxxxi — happenstance
Dear Diary—or, err, Journal, I guess… (Yeah, that sounds a bit more mature.)
It's been a while since I've done this. You know, like write down my thoughts? The last time was probably when I was about ten or eleven. Sigh, those were some good times. Pretty funny how my biggest problems back then would be about a boy or wanting to fit in with all the other girls at the Ninja Academy. I miss those days. Nowadays, I have bigger worries… A lot has happened. My memory is hazy, I don't remember anything from the past few weeks. But every time I fall asleep, a face comes to mind. Always Danzo. I get nightmares of being chained down to a bed, and of knives and syringes. They feel so real. And Orochimaru is always next to him, that creepy snake man. These dreams haunt me. They're all I can recollect. I feel like a ghost. Am I even alive? I'm going to write my thoughts every day, so maybe I can figure out what's going on.
To be honest with myself, I feel I'm running out of time. What's gonna happen? I don't know. Call it instinct. I met an interesting man at the outskirts of Konoha today. He wore a spiraled orange mask. I sensed a puzzling and almost ominous aura from him. He sort of just appeared from out of nowhere.
And he asked me…
"Do you know what happens when a person who has no time left in this world, meets another who has all of eternity at the palm of his hand?"
That was all he said before he vanished, seemingly into a vortex. Gone as easily as he came. I have a bad feeling.
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
—John Lennon