Foul Love (Sasuke x OC)

4

The wind blows and my hair blows into my face. The smell of fall fills my nose and the crisp air makes me sigh. I take my kunai out and throw three of them toward the top target. Two of them hit the bullseye while the other one hits the outskirts of the target. I take out three shuriken and throw them at the bottom target. They all hit the bullseye.

"Damn," I breathe to myself.

Deciding to amp up the difficulty, I take out three shuriken and start to run. One at a time, I throw the shuriken to the top target, the bottom, and then the last one to the top again. The moving makes throwing them all the more difficult, but the first two still hit the bullseye and the last one hits the outside of the bullseye.

Feeling satisfied with my skills, I pull my sai out of their holsters.

My hand grips around the cold handles, and I toss them into the air, only to catch them again. My feet parade me over to the dummy and I try to find my grip on the sai. Once I feel comfortable with holding them in my hand, I take a stab at the dummy. It wasn't any special move or anything. I just raised my hand up and pushed it forward. The ends of the sai ended up snagging the dummy a little, and gets caught slightly on the fabric. I had to use a little more force than I thought I would to get the weapon out of the dummies chest. The beige fabric was now ripped and the cotton stuffing the dummy was starting to spill out. Only a little of the inside was visible though so it didn't bother me too much.

An idea pops into my head as I turn my body to the side and stabbed the dummy from the side. My hands lower and both of them stab the dummy in the stomach in an underhanded fashion. Soon enough, the dummy was torn to shreds and I was starting to feel comfortable with my new weapons.

'Monster'

An echo ran through my head. It was Sakura's voice. She was screaming at me.

'Beast'

The sound of a villager's voice starts to surround me.

Panicking, I turn my head in every direction. No one is to be seen as I realize I am the only one in the field. Why is this going through my head right now?

'Abomination'

"STOP!"

I run and I scream and cover my ears as hot tears start to form in the corners of my eyes.

'Crimson beast'

'Terrorist'

"JUST SHUT UP DAMN IT!"

'Demon'

'Orphan'

Screams escape my throat, making it dry. I scream and scream as tears flow down my face. The voices won't stop and I'm beginning to lose it.

My fist clenches as I punch the tree.

'Bastard'

I punch the tree.

'Animal'

I punch the tree.

'Swine'

I punch the tree.

'DEVIL'

Screams echo through the training grounds. My fist starts to get hot and is covered by a layer of orange. It's unfamiliar to me, but I don't even comprehend what's going on. Once more, I punch the tree.

My voice goes quiet. My eyes trace the area where the tree used to be. It's gone. The entire tree is split into pieces around the field. I look at my hand. It's been completely torn. It's covered in blood and dirt. My skin is shredded, but I don't seem to feel the pain.