Untitled Part 15

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Recap:

Dark. That's the first thing I remembered. It was dark, and cold, and I was scared. (OKAY OKAY SOMEBODY BETTER GET THIS OR I SWEAR-)

Anyways

Dark. That's the first thing I remembered. It was dark, and cold, and I was scared.

It felt as if I was sitting in a shallow pool. My clothes felt damp, and my skin was soggy.

There was a yellowish glow all around but it was faint. And the pure black around seemed to suc in the light. The pain from the sword stabbing through me was gone, all but a faint memory now.

CAn YoU guess wHeRe NaRuTo iS?


The pain from the sword stabbing through was gone, replaced with the faint memory of the tang of metal, that left an awkward taste in my mouth. 

With difficulty, I managed to push myself to my feet, standing up I noticed enormous bars stretching up as far as I could see. Which wasn't very high... briefly I wonder where I was, when I caught sight of a gleaming ember within the darkness of the bars...

Only it wasn't an ember, the outer edges too vibrantly yellow, and the middle it was a deep black. It pulsed ever so slightly, giving me the strangest notion that it was alive....

Zabuza POV:

The blonde-haired child quivered din my arms slightly, his eyebrows scrunching, then relaxing in never-ending patterns. What I found most concerning however, was the ears that now extended from his head, long burnt orange fox-ears.

Not to mention the claws that were growing at steady speed. Whatever was happening it shouldn't happen to kids...Maybe teenagers...Then again when was the last time I had been a teen? Those things were weird

I wished that I had never thrown the sword, that the blonde had never jumped in the way.

That maybe I had been a little smarter. 

But that was impossible, I opened my mouth again, as a scream racked my throat, "Kakashi!!" But no ninja appeared out of the mist. The boy in my arms twitch, his front claws deepening their hold into my skin. 




AUTHOR ANNOUNCEMENT

Hey I might discontinue this story, and start another one....I just really dont have any motivation to continue and my writing style has changed a lot....

I just really dont like it anymore...

Sorry guys..


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