Okay, so I've been working on this idea for a while and I came up with this. It took me forever to think of a title, so I hope it's satisfactory! This story is a fanfiction based on the anime Naruto.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Naruto or any of its subsidiaries. This is just fanfiction written for my enjoyment. . . .and because I was bored. I only claim to own my own OC character, Kyo.
Anyway, now with all that legal stuff done, here's some Japanese and Naruto lingo that you might need to know:
Baka -- Japanese for idiot
Kuso -- a curse
Shinobi -- ninja
Kunai -- a standard shinobi weapon. Similar to a throwing knife
ANBU -- shinobi black-ops
Nani -- what
Pocky -- a popular Japanese snack
Kōri-en no Kyo -- Kyo of the Flaming Ice. The title of Kyo
Chapter 1
A young, long-haired blonde boy glanced around the darkened street suspiciously, his eyes not staying on one place for more than a second. He couldn't have been more than 7 or 8, but his face was haggard and his body lean to the point of malnourishment. Something scuffled next to his boots, sending the boy jumping backwards, eyes wide. He smiled nervously as his eyes met the ruby stare of a curious rat. Self-consciously pulling on the ragged black gloves that clung to his hands, he continued in his skimming inspection of the street.
It appeared to be mostly deserted, the exception being the rather rare scavenging rat.
Good. The boy plopped down in the shadows of one of the single-story, stone buildings and, after a hesitant pause, breathed a heavy sigh, relief clear in his dulled aqua eyes.
I have to be strong.
I have to.
I have to.
“Tch.” She slid backwards several yards, the grin still on her face. “Guess that Ōnoki-sama really does miss me. I'm touched.” Her lips twisted downwards in a playful pout.
As the dust cleared, the third ANBU landed silently next to his companions. “Kōri-en no Kyo, you are hereby charged with treason and, therefore, shall be executed immediately.” His eyes darted around the clearing for a response.
Well, how'd you like it? I'm already about halfway through chapter two, so I should post it soon.
Peace out peoples!
KobaltWolf
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Here's the link to chapter two: http://kobalt-board.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-of-outcast-chapter-2-story.html
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Naruto or any of its subsidiaries. This is just fanfiction written for my enjoyment. . . .and because I was bored. I only claim to own my own OC character, Kyo.
Anyway, now with all that legal stuff done, here's some Japanese and Naruto lingo that you might need to know:
Baka -- Japanese for idiot
Kuso -- a curse
Shinobi -- ninja
Kunai -- a standard shinobi weapon. Similar to a throwing knife
ANBU -- shinobi black-ops
Nani -- what
Pocky -- a popular Japanese snack
Kōri-en no Kyo -- Kyo of the Flaming Ice. The title of Kyo
Ōnoki -- the name of the Tsuchikage, the leader, of the village of Iwagakure
sama -- a Japanese honorific for a superior, often of greater age
Iwagakure -- a village in Naruto-verse
Konohagakure -- a village in Naruto-verse
Akatsuki -- a criminal organization in Naruto-verse
Chapter 1
A young, long-haired blonde boy glanced around the darkened street suspiciously, his eyes not staying on one place for more than a second. He couldn't have been more than 7 or 8, but his face was haggard and his body lean to the point of malnourishment. Something scuffled next to his boots, sending the boy jumping backwards, eyes wide. He smiled nervously as his eyes met the ruby stare of a curious rat. Self-consciously pulling on the ragged black gloves that clung to his hands, he continued in his skimming inspection of the street.
It appeared to be mostly deserted, the exception being the rather rare scavenging rat.
Good. The boy plopped down in the shadows of one of the single-story, stone buildings and, after a hesitant pause, breathed a heavy sigh, relief clear in his dulled aqua eyes.
He sank down slightly into the folds of his scraggly shawl, focusing simply on inhaling and exhaling. . . .inhale. . . .exhale. . . .inhale. . . .exhale. . . .as he tried to bring his heartbeat down to normal.
He wasn't having much luck.
I should be used to this! He scolded himself mentally. Don't be such a coward.
His hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white, and his face hardened, only to be replaced a moment later by a dejected passiveness. Why?
Why is it always me? He tentatively rubbed his arms, wincing as he brushed against the not yet healed bruises and scrapes from the last angry mob.
It's not fair.
“I think he went over here!”
The boy's head shot up, a look of pure horror painted on his face. It couldn't. . . . How could I be found so quickly?
His eyes widened as the tell-tale glow of a torch lit reflected off the wall of a hut a few yards away.
No.
He tucked his knees under his chin, arms locking around them as he adopted his normal defensive posture, burying his face between his limbs.
The tell-tale taps of feet against gravel rebounded against the walls of the huts, pounding painfully against the boy's ears with every step.
Closer, closer.
They stopped just a few steps away from his curled up form. The boy cringed, preparing for the beating that was just around the corner.
I have to be strong!
In a split second decision, his form shot upwards, uncovering his palms in the process. The gloves fluttered down the ground silently as the boy stuffed his hands into his cloak, ready for the fight of his life. . . .
. . . .only to come face with a five year old girl.
“What the. . . .” His jaw dropped.
The girl stared at him, surprise written across her youthful face as wisps of her striking forest green hair flickered across it. “Um, hi?”
Silence.
The girl turned her lips downward slightly in a rather puzzled expression. “You alright?” she asked, experimentally waving her hand in front of his frozen face. “Hello? Anybody in there? Anybody at all?”
The boy might have responded, had he not been staring at her free, non-waving hand in shock. She was holding a torch, with no torch. Just fire. A ball of floating fire.
“Guh.”
The girl raised an eyebrow. “Articulate aren't you.” A playful smirk twisted on her lips.
That got him going. “Hey!” he spluttered indignantly, taking a step back. “Don't do that!”
“Do what?”
“Sneak up on me! What else? I could've killed you,” he whispered as he glanced around suspiciously. She might look innocent, but for all he knew, she could be a spy sent to lull him into a false sense of security.
She snorted, placing her free hand on her hip while still supporting the mysterious fire in the other. “Yeah, like that's ever going to happen.”
He whipped his head around to face her, indignation sparking in his eyes as they brightened for just a second. “What's that supposed to mean?”
Her face immediately adopted an innocent expression. “Nothing. . . .” She quickly extinguished the fireball and guiltily tucked the offending hand behind her back, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at his annoyed glare.
“Fine, whatever! Its not like I care. But just who are you?”
“It's impolite to ask another's name before giving their own,” she stated rebukingly. “But you must be pretty famous! There was a whole bunch of people looking for you. Well, they might not be looking for you specifically, but have you happened to see another blonde kid in a black coat?” Her face settled into a look of chaste happiness as she swung her arms from side to side.
Almost instantly, the color drained from the boy's face. “How far from here?” he whispered almost inaudibly.
The girl leaned towards him and cocked her head. “You need to speak up! I can barely hear you and besides. . . .”
Something moved a few dozen yards down the street.
The boy clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled the girl roughly into the shadows, fear clear in his eyes as he attempted to make himself look as small as possible.
“Mphhhh!!!!!!” she yelled and pulled his hand away with unnatural strength. “What was that for!?” she spluttered indignantly and rather loudly. “And is that a mouth? That's so cool!” She continued to babble as she grabbed his unusual hand, studying every inch of it with curious eyes.
“Be quiet!” he hissed, every bone in his body screaming with panic.
Too late.
“Hey! Who's there?” A man came into view a few yards away. Even from such a long distance, both children could see the triumphant scowl on his rough face. “Found you, freak!”
The boy pressed himself against the wall for support as his legs threatened to give out beneath his slender frame.
No.
“Over here!” the man crowed victoriously. Scattered yells answered his own and a mob rapidly emerged from the shadows.
Neither the boy nor the quickly approaching mob noticed the look of determination that settled on the girl's face nor her hands curled into tightened balls, turning her knuckles white.
No.
The blonde boy braced himself, hugging himself with his arms, protecting the vital organs.
The mob advanced with a ferocious fervor, random yowls piercing the night, though they remained in a collective group for the most part.
No.
The girl growled and cracked her knuckles. She was ignored. A mere hindrance to be tossed aside.
No.
One youth of 20 or 30 broke away from the crowd, roaring as he drew his fist back, ready to pound the boy in front of him to a pulp.
No.
The girl was ignored.
No.
The boy fell backwards, eyes wide in horror.
No.
No one payed attention to the girl.
No.
No one noticed when she jumped forward and thrust out her hands.
No.
However, everyone did notice when a tower of fire burst outwards. . . .from her hands.
“NO!” she screamed.
Roaring with fury, the flames cut just a few inches from the offender's face, sending him spiraling backwards in surprise.
For a moment, everything froze. Silence reigned in the frosted night air, the only sound being the incessant pounding of the girl's own heart.
Then all hell broke loose.
The mob broke into cacophonous disarray, their personal desires conflicting with one another as they dissolved from a purposeful army into a toppled anthill. A large portion turned to flee, while their more adamant comrades attempted to herd them back into order, not willing to face the unusual children alone.
In the chaos, the two children were forgotten, momentarily.
The boy had sunk to his knees and was shaking like there was no tomorrow.
Attempting to calm her erratic heartbeat, the girl knelt down his level. “Hey,” she started, her voice soft and barely audible in the din.
No response.
“Are you alright?”
His blue gaze bored into her own golden amber, unresponsive. Suddenly, he lunged forward. “Watch out!”
“Huh?” the girl whirled around in a split second to see a silver dagger flying directly towards her shocked face.
No.
None of the surrounding crowd could tell you exactly what happened next, but all would agree that one moment the dagger was about to bury itself in her skull, and the next, it was wedged in a small fortress of ice.
Blocked from the view of the crowd, the girl swiftly grabbed the blonde's hand and dashed away, practically towing him behind her. Her feet pounded against the ground, never faltering. The pair could hear stunned cries following their icy escape, but they were quickly drowned out by the calls of anger and rage that so many people bore in the hard times that shadowed the land.
Not until silence once again blessed her eardrums, did the girl halt. She leaned against the wall of an abandoned warehouse, panting hard in a failed attempt to lessen the burning of her lungs.
The boy just stared into space. What happened?
After only a minute of silence, the girl began to fidget, biting her lip as if debating something with herself. “Kyo.”
“What?” The blonde jerked his head around to face the panting girl.
She rolled her eyes. “Baka. You asked what my name was. It's Kyo.”
He blinked.
Sighing, the now-named Kyo plopped down beside him, tucking her knees beneath her chin. “Now I've given you mine. What's yours?”
The boy's brow furrowed, tensing slightly.
“Hey, I just rescued you. It's not like I'm going to stab you in the back now.” She shrugged noncommittally.
“Deidara,” he breathed finally. “It's Deidara.”
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“Kuso!” a forest-green haired girl swore as she dodged the attack of yet another ANBU, though she managed to nick the white bird mask on his face with a well-aimed kunai. Quick as a flash, he rolled onto his back and drove a kick into the greenette's gut, sending her flying backwards.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a tree branch and flipped herself upwards, landing gracefully on her feet, muscles tensed as she gingerly rubbed her stomach. “What is it with you people? You never, freakin' stop! Didn't I teach you a lesson the last time you came around? Or did the volcano just not make an impression?” she taunted mockingly, placing her hands on her hips and golden eyes flashing.
The ANBU remained dutifully silent as he flicked several kunai at her head, which she dodged with unnatural ease, skidding a few feet towards the ancient plant's trunk.
“You're going to have to do better than that! Or is that all you got?”
More kunai.
“Fine, then might as well end this if its not going to be any fun.”
She disappeared from the branch, the only sign that she had ever been there being a slight breeze that ever so slightly rustled the newly budded leaves.
The ANBU's eyes widened as she appeared behind him, a sadistic grin on her youthful face as she pulled her hand back for the finishing blow, only to be countered by yet another masked ninja.
Her luminescent eyes flickered to the side, narrowing subtly. Suddenly, barrage of mud barreled down from above, straight towards the figure of the teenage girl.
But she was gone before it hit, the mud boring a spiraling crater in the earth.
Nothing.
Abruptly, a torrent of flame burst from the cover of the trees, incinerating everything in its path, plants and animal matter alike. With a collective gasp, the ANBU dove to either side, but they could not escape it completely. The bird-masked ANBU ground out a strangled hissed as the flames brushed his foot, instantly searing the flesh. They managed to perform a duck-and-roll to crouch a few meters from their enemy.
The girl known as Kyo widened her maniac grin slightly. “Bye, bye, boys.”
The enemy ninjas had no time to register what happened before their chakra signatures flickered out.
Silence surrounded the clearing as she stalked calmly forward, kneeling to down so as to come face to face with the icy, flash-frozen figures that had once been loyal ANBU of Iwagakure.
“Tch. Too easy.”
BOOM!
“NANI!?” the girl cried out in surprise as the corpses blew up just inches from her face. In the split second before she was incinerated by the blast, it was all she could do to form a wall of ice around her body.
Shrapnel tore against the frozen fortress, but it remained standing, not even a scratch driven through its crystalline surface.
Kyo's eyes were wide with morbid interest as she stared at the spot where the enemy ninja had once lain. “I should've expected that. They were ANBU after all.” The ice around her disintegrated into a puddle of water. “But did they have to do it in the middle of my camp? That was just plain inconsiderate,” she grumbled, picking herself up as she dusted off her white hoodie top and mini shorts, adjusting the fishnet that wrapped around her otherwise bare stomach.
“Now I have to go buy entirely new supplies. You know I had thirty packages of pocky in there? Thirty, freakin' packages!” she yelled at the sky, hands balled into fists.
Sighing, she cracked her knuckles and glanced around curiously. “Okay, so Konoha was supposed to be around here. . . .somewhere. Right?” she asked no one in particular, twiddling her thumbs together. “They just had to blow up the map. Which way to go.” Kyo paused.
“Eenie. Meenie. Miney. Mo. . . .”
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“What is your mission here?” The deliverer of the question stared unblinkingly at the slumped blonde figure that sat in the center of the room. Its hands and feet, as well as its neck, were bound to the chair with chains while a chakra seal pulsated lightly around its form.
After a moment of silence, the figure raised its head revealing a slightly gender neutral face with heavily slanted features. “Like I'm going to tell you.” The voice was clearly male and was adopted in an extremely mocking tone. He spat at the other's feet, aqua eyes flashing.
The standing figure leaned forward slightly. “You will tell me. And you will tell me now.”
The blonde grinned subtly. “You obviously don't know me very well.”
“Well, whatever the case, we'll get to know each other very well, very soon, Deidara of the Akatsuki.”
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Peace out peoples!
KobaltWolf
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Here's the link to chapter two: http://kobalt-board.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-of-outcast-chapter-2-story.html
