Chapter Text
Towering trees bent-over at odd-angles surrounded you in this vast forest. The melancholy moon shone down in dismay, mocking your loneliness with it's pale rays. You could feel your emotions building up, hot tears filling your vacant eyes as you quickly close them shut, trying to prevent the oncoming outburst.
You wouldn't cry, because today you didn't deserve the relief of tears.
Everyone you cared for was gone, now you're a shell of the person you used to be. They were killed while you obliviously frolicked around trying to fit in, while you tried to hide from the truth with a long practiced façade .
Everyone goes through pain. It's the most normal thing. It's more important to push past, right?
But what if that pain is something no-one can recover from?
This grief was more than overwhelming, it was haunting. It's what you hate most about being a human. To feel is to endure pain. For as long as you've lived that's all you've been doing, tolerating, pushing through and being resilient, to a point where you didn't realise you were falling through, sinking and fed up.
If there's a way to escape the maze of your mind you'd take it, but you're trapped in thick darkness, surrounded by cold fog.
Forced to wait more, to face more with a mask of bravado-
-The distant sound of howling could be heard, the rustling of creatures reaching your deaf ears-
-Where were you? What was this place?
But...does it really matter? Do you really care? Is it worth panicking over?
The curiosity you used to explore doesn't flare like it used to; you're tired of trying, tired of life. It had ended up sucking you up anyway, you knew it would happen one day.
Your world had left you.
The tacky, second-hand world you tried so hard to forge.
Your mind instantly thought back to the home with your mother and father.
A hysterical laugh-cry escaped your dry throat.
Why were you thinking of them now?
Lifting your hand up to your necklace, you grasp it tightly to check if it was still there.
Surely, the cold, claw-shaped metal stood unharmed. Every corner was shining, shimmering in the moonlight to remind you that it could never come off. Your own permanent curse, lying in wait around your neck for the moment it could be used.
This would always be your burden, another challenge to struggle through.
Traitor tears leave your eyes as you bite on your bottom lip, chewing out your frustration.
It was a power, your grandfather told you. An ancient Japanese legend.
It was a gift, he said. From the heavens.
You were chosen....
But that was a lie to make you feel better about your sealed fate, a mere mirage you preferred to believe in.
The truth is it's trapped you, like a hanging noose around your neck.
No-one knew the power a meagre necklace could hold, no-one would ever believe the truth. Your own parents believed it was merely a piece of jewellery and the lies, you won't believe the lies you told them.
Pain and regret filled you as you thought of their lifeless bodies on the floor. Their hollowed out eyes. Their mouths ajar as if telling you to run.
This power you were 'chosen' for, so many people wanted it, so they came to take it.
The only person in the world you could confide in was your Grandfather, who trained you hard to be a shinobi.
A shinobi.....an emotionless ninja.
In the real world of 2020 which you were living in, shinobi's didn't exist....
Or people thought they didn't. There were shows and cartoons depicting them (e.g. Naruto), but people don't believe things they haven't seen. So you lived in secret as a normal person, that's when you were happy. Today, what had happened woke you up from your hallucination.
Your grandfather....
He died years ago on the battlefield. He was your light who taught you to stick to the shadows, the only person who truly knew you. The most amazing man to walk the earth and the strongest Shinobi to ever exist.
Your mother (his child) and father died just today, or could it be yesterday?
Ever since you were young there was a fight over who deserved the power of the necklace, a scuffle among the secretive Ninjas of the modern world on how to extract such a power from a small girl. But nothing stayed under wraps, and an enemy Shinobi group is always lurking carefully.
Things don't always go smoothly, and on an ordinary day you were kidnapped for the sole purpose of awakening your 'power'.
Most of the people discussing your fate were gentle since you were little and innocent, but within the camp you were shunned, beaten to a pulp to become 'stronger'.
Your hands drift over your covered arms as you trace the yet-to-be healed properly scars.
You close your eyes, remembering how you'd train until dusk alone....but they were still there, watching you.
To this very day, the feeling of being watched haunts you.
You'd hear them saying things about you. These enemy shinobi not only took pride in being able to separate you from your family, but also enjoyed toying with your sanity.
After a while you believed them, nothing mattered at that point because you were stuck for so long in one place, paralysed and numb.
But everything changed.
Over years you spent on the brink of falling through, your grandfather had assembled all the shinobi he could in hopes of one day defeating the group that'd kidnapped his granddaughter, and the day finally came when there was only one member of the organisation left, and you were safely back with your family.
The last remaining Ninja spent years running, then he chose to do the most despicable thing before he was killed.
You remember his still body, blood dripping, lying on your kitchen floor, alongside your parents.
He had killed himself.
To escape you before you came home.
(flashback)
Finishing deliveries for the day, you were walking towards your families bakery. You remembered the eerie silence as you walked through the door.
Ping!
The door's little bell went off as you entered. You were primarily surprised to see your mother wasn't there, as she usually greeted you.
Your instinct kicked in as you walked further into the apartment.
Through the ground, you could feel 3 bodies, one your moms, one your dads, and one was someone you didn't know.
There was no movement, completely still.
You knew what it meant.
Trying to keep your knee's from giving out, you ran. Your blurred and flickering vision leading you to their bodies on the cold kitchen floor. Your necklace started to burn grazing your neck insignificantly. You felt your fingernails grow and eyes recede backwards so they were tilted upwards. The back of your head grew two white ears, and your back was burning, a snowy tail slipping out. Blood dripped out of your teeth as they grew, then
Then
Then...a white light.
(end of flashback)
A bright white.
It shone.
A small dot at first, until it covered your whole being, filling everything in sight. You were held in a purgatory-like white prison for a second, until you broke through and ended up here...this unknown place...….
You could feel vibrations suddenly.
Human footsteps towards you.
You were too tired to even conceal your chakra, too tired....
A shadow loomed over you, staring down at you. You could feel their eyes on you as your lids pulled down.
You gave into the blackness, an unfriendly blackness that involuntarily took you away from the world.
At least.....that's what you thought.
Ok. that's the end of the chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it.
(EDIT: This was made so long ago it's terrible, so I re-did it and I hope you guys can understand it better now)
The chapters with the love interests are coming up
The love interests are:
- Shikamaru
- Naruto
- Kiba
- Sasuke
- Kakashi
- Gaara
This story starts from when they're twelve and goes into shippuden.
I will take requests for another book of oneshots, (click here to request, leave them in the comments or message me) and I will be doing specials (e.g. modern AU, soulmate AU).
The chapters from here on out will be longer.
Add this to your library and comment, I enjoy seeing what you think.