Everything passed by in a blur. I watched as a girl jumped down from the balcony and onto the ground. She looked up at me and gave me a polite smile and a small, barely noticeable bow before helping the big man onto a stretcher. Princess? What? The woman came close to me and dropped her head down to my own.
"Just call if you need us." I turned to ask what she meant but she had turned and started to walk about. What did she mean by that. I felt myself sway before being lead back to my seat and watching the fights through someone else's eyes besides my own. And the muffled sound of the instructor saying that the winners will go onto the final test but it won't be for a while because we are given time to train and all.
Then before I knew it I was out of the arena and in the middle of the many training fields around the leaf. Just me and my thoughts. What was the purple haze? Why did I want to kill that man? What was all of that?! Who were those people? Wha-
You are one of the most pathetic humans I have ever met in my life.
I blinked and looked around.
"Wha-"
Seriously. My other vessels knew who I was. Your a typical blonde. Your weak.
I squeezed my fists into my hands. I'm not weak!
Sure your not. I have seen you. You haven't done nothing to help your comrades. Share my chakkra. Do you even have your own chakkra. Oh yes of course you do. You can "bend the elements" pathetic.
I tremebled.
Your nothing. You'll never belong with them. You will never be strong. Ha! The fact of you being a ninja is a joke. Your so weak-
"ENOUGH!" I stood up and forced all of my chakkra out of my body. Letting every emotion go and fly away leaving me to sag on the ground.
"Huh, impressive. You even turned me human." I snapped my head to the sound and scouted back. A man stood in front of me. He had light blue hair and cold blue eyes. "Bout time."
"W-who are you?!" I cried. He rolled his eyes and crouched down in front of me.
"Damn lady. Your a Munraito. You should of known this by now."
"W-wait your m-my?" He nodded his head and leaned back on my hands. The Munraito clan had this ritual where we would house demons of the world, we would even be used as vessels to hold the tails before a perminate person could be found. But that didn't happen until we reached the age 16.
"Yes I am. Nice to meet you, Kohaku. I'm the calamity demon Rin. Your Akuma." He said boredly while examining his fingers.
"B-but that isn't possible." I stuttered as I looked down at my hands.
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A foxy type of love (An actual Naruto love story, or fan-fiction)
أدب الهواةKohaku is one of the last of her kind after her uncle mysteriously killed her clan. In most case -eghem Sasuke- some people would go after who killed their family. But Kohaku is doing the opposite and is running away from the man with her best frien...
