Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 26, 2006 9:49:41 GMT -5
((Author's note: Yeah, I know these usually come at the end buuuuut... I feel like putting it here. This is a fanfic type story thing I wrote so it'd be easier to use my character Akirameru Ijirashi Hitotsu (Akira- DUH!) in a Naruto RP since it was annoying to hafta just RP Akira as a random ninja- I have to have a storyline. Who knows, I might just put the other Akira stories in here as well.))
A small white haired boy hid umongst the leaves as he watched a girl through the foliage. The girl had raven black hair that flowed to her waist that whipped in the air blowing wildly up from the precipice before her. She was dressed in full black and her eyes were the brightest hue of turquoise. She looked back towards the boy as tears streamed down her face, she walked forewards- and over the edge where she plunged to her death.
Kakashi awakened suddenly and bolted up in bed, beads of sweat formed on his face as he looked around his room, "Just a dream." He muttered, his voice sounding out of breath. The room was somewhat sloppy and awash with moonlight which turned everything the faintest shade of blue, except... there was a shadow. He looked outside the window to see what it was but before his vision reached the intruder whoever it was had already gone. "It's okay, just go back to sleep." Kakashi told himself as he rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was in fact asleep again.
"Memories not only return in dreams, old friend. But they don't always return with good intent." The figure smiled as she approached the edge of the city, her hair rivaled the hue of a raven's wings as it rippled in the wind, it was cut to her jawline so it was out of the way. Her skin was pale like the moonlight itself and her eyes were the most striking turquoise that one could behold, then again they weren't always that color. Sometimes they were the deepest shade of red. She leaped up from the ground in a fluid motion and into the trees, she was dead as far as everyone knew, well that is, except to one, Itachi knew she was still alive and by some odd miracle she had avoided the entire massacre of her Clan. She heard though that Itachi let another stay alive, her nephew Sasuke. Akira smiled, it would be nice to see another from her family again, though she was sure that most people wouldn't be appreciative of her coming back- after the accusations and all.
((Akira's name in any Naruto RP is Akira Uchiha- I did my research and my Akira backstory for a Naruto RP doesn't interfere with the Anime/Manga story at all, it sticks to the boundaries set.))
They had all accused her for the death of her brother, then again if they knew what Itachi had been planning what she was falsely accused of wouldn't seem half as bad. She was here because she wanted to find who had done it, who had stolen her friends and family away from her and forced her to fake death. She trained in the wilderness for many years so when she came back not even the hokage could stop her. She smirked, this might actually be a little fun.
Akira awakened in the morning, her back rested against the rough bark of a tree, her turquoise eyes shimmered as she looked down towards the ground, some children were playing and obviously oblivious to her presense. They looked like preschoolers or something of that sort and she smirked, she wasn't going to interrupt thier fun. She just sat there watching, she was unable to enjoy playing with other children and something about them having fun stirred within her, it was odd. A mixture of emotions that were like oil and water- she was glad to see them happy, sad that it would all have to come to an end, as well as a burning hatred that they could so easily do something that she was unable to do. She felt like choking something.
Her eyes flared into a sharingan and she let it rest like that, she enjoyed the enhanced vision, the crisp clarity that it provided, as well as the other benefits of it which seemed innumerable. She had gained the Mangekyo Sharingan in a way never heard of before which may be why hers was so different from anyone elses. After she had been cast out by her village she was left to be her only friend- her best friend. The Mangekyo Sharingan is gained through the killing of your best friend, and so Akira had died. When she flung herself from the cliff those so many years ago something inside her died, her old self. Her sense of longing, her sense of being, of identity had died over that cliff which left her body as an empty shell to harness and control the power she would need for her revenge.
She sat there for three hourse, completely motionless as she watched the children playing. She held a sense of control with the knowlege she could end thier lives if she wished, she could pull out a kunai and throw it at them, she'd hit her target and they'd be dead. Simple as that. The village wouldn't know how to explain the fact that three young children were killed just outside the village- maybe they'd blame another village, or maybe they'd classify it as some odd accident. Whatever they would say it was they wouldn't get it right, they couldn't. As far as the world knew she was dead, there was a witness to it. In her death she was treated as a coward- suicide wasn't looked at as an 'honorable death' so they didn't search for a body. Though it was probbly better that way, that meant that she didn't have to worry about them realizing there was no body to find.
The children were gone and they had been playing all day long, the sun beginning to fall beneath the horizon, a day of rest makes for a night of work. She silently crept from her perch in the tree and dropped to the ground, her footsteps noiseless on the ground and darkness kept in tune with her every movement. She no longer had her sharingan revealed and she entered the city limits of Konohagakure no Sato easy enough as she began ducking into shops, almost as if she was just appearing inside the shops. She left with supplies she would need, newitems that were by far much sharper and more deadly than her worn out ones that she kept with her in her years of training by herself in the wilderness.
She slipped the shuriken in the container she had strapped to her thigh and she continued on through the dark streets. Not even the ANBU knew she was alive, the sheer exhileration that she was able to fool an entire nation, an entire world was wonderful to her. She was ready now to let herself be known, to reveal that she was still alive- and she was to start by killing the one who had seen her die. Tonight was going to be Kakashi's last night in this world.
She entered the house as silently as possible, her feet made yet still not a single noise and she peeked through the door to see into the room, she could see the body in the bed and smiled, "I expected better from you." She whispered as she got closer and closer. She froze. "What?" She ran over, forgetting about silence and she raised the bedsheet in a flurry, a fake dummy laid in the bed.
"What are you doing in here?" came the familiar voice from behind.
A small white haired boy hid umongst the leaves as he watched a girl through the foliage. The girl had raven black hair that flowed to her waist that whipped in the air blowing wildly up from the precipice before her. She was dressed in full black and her eyes were the brightest hue of turquoise. She looked back towards the boy as tears streamed down her face, she walked forewards- and over the edge where she plunged to her death.
Kakashi awakened suddenly and bolted up in bed, beads of sweat formed on his face as he looked around his room, "Just a dream." He muttered, his voice sounding out of breath. The room was somewhat sloppy and awash with moonlight which turned everything the faintest shade of blue, except... there was a shadow. He looked outside the window to see what it was but before his vision reached the intruder whoever it was had already gone. "It's okay, just go back to sleep." Kakashi told himself as he rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was in fact asleep again.
"Memories not only return in dreams, old friend. But they don't always return with good intent." The figure smiled as she approached the edge of the city, her hair rivaled the hue of a raven's wings as it rippled in the wind, it was cut to her jawline so it was out of the way. Her skin was pale like the moonlight itself and her eyes were the most striking turquoise that one could behold, then again they weren't always that color. Sometimes they were the deepest shade of red. She leaped up from the ground in a fluid motion and into the trees, she was dead as far as everyone knew, well that is, except to one, Itachi knew she was still alive and by some odd miracle she had avoided the entire massacre of her Clan. She heard though that Itachi let another stay alive, her nephew Sasuke. Akira smiled, it would be nice to see another from her family again, though she was sure that most people wouldn't be appreciative of her coming back- after the accusations and all.
((Akira's name in any Naruto RP is Akira Uchiha- I did my research and my Akira backstory for a Naruto RP doesn't interfere with the Anime/Manga story at all, it sticks to the boundaries set.))
They had all accused her for the death of her brother, then again if they knew what Itachi had been planning what she was falsely accused of wouldn't seem half as bad. She was here because she wanted to find who had done it, who had stolen her friends and family away from her and forced her to fake death. She trained in the wilderness for many years so when she came back not even the hokage could stop her. She smirked, this might actually be a little fun.
Akira awakened in the morning, her back rested against the rough bark of a tree, her turquoise eyes shimmered as she looked down towards the ground, some children were playing and obviously oblivious to her presense. They looked like preschoolers or something of that sort and she smirked, she wasn't going to interrupt thier fun. She just sat there watching, she was unable to enjoy playing with other children and something about them having fun stirred within her, it was odd. A mixture of emotions that were like oil and water- she was glad to see them happy, sad that it would all have to come to an end, as well as a burning hatred that they could so easily do something that she was unable to do. She felt like choking something.
Her eyes flared into a sharingan and she let it rest like that, she enjoyed the enhanced vision, the crisp clarity that it provided, as well as the other benefits of it which seemed innumerable. She had gained the Mangekyo Sharingan in a way never heard of before which may be why hers was so different from anyone elses. After she had been cast out by her village she was left to be her only friend- her best friend. The Mangekyo Sharingan is gained through the killing of your best friend, and so Akira had died. When she flung herself from the cliff those so many years ago something inside her died, her old self. Her sense of longing, her sense of being, of identity had died over that cliff which left her body as an empty shell to harness and control the power she would need for her revenge.
She sat there for three hourse, completely motionless as she watched the children playing. She held a sense of control with the knowlege she could end thier lives if she wished, she could pull out a kunai and throw it at them, she'd hit her target and they'd be dead. Simple as that. The village wouldn't know how to explain the fact that three young children were killed just outside the village- maybe they'd blame another village, or maybe they'd classify it as some odd accident. Whatever they would say it was they wouldn't get it right, they couldn't. As far as the world knew she was dead, there was a witness to it. In her death she was treated as a coward- suicide wasn't looked at as an 'honorable death' so they didn't search for a body. Though it was probbly better that way, that meant that she didn't have to worry about them realizing there was no body to find.
The children were gone and they had been playing all day long, the sun beginning to fall beneath the horizon, a day of rest makes for a night of work. She silently crept from her perch in the tree and dropped to the ground, her footsteps noiseless on the ground and darkness kept in tune with her every movement. She no longer had her sharingan revealed and she entered the city limits of Konohagakure no Sato easy enough as she began ducking into shops, almost as if she was just appearing inside the shops. She left with supplies she would need, newitems that were by far much sharper and more deadly than her worn out ones that she kept with her in her years of training by herself in the wilderness.
She slipped the shuriken in the container she had strapped to her thigh and she continued on through the dark streets. Not even the ANBU knew she was alive, the sheer exhileration that she was able to fool an entire nation, an entire world was wonderful to her. She was ready now to let herself be known, to reveal that she was still alive- and she was to start by killing the one who had seen her die. Tonight was going to be Kakashi's last night in this world.
She entered the house as silently as possible, her feet made yet still not a single noise and she peeked through the door to see into the room, she could see the body in the bed and smiled, "I expected better from you." She whispered as she got closer and closer. She froze. "What?" She ran over, forgetting about silence and she raised the bedsheet in a flurry, a fake dummy laid in the bed.
"What are you doing in here?" came the familiar voice from behind.
(*To be Continued*)
