Uncle Orochimaru?

Chapter 20

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~Hitomi's POV~

As I woke up I asked myself who it was that had been calling my name. I noticed by breathing was irregular because of the shock I had been in. I had probably been looking like a crazy person if I think back of that time.

I had looked around and saw myself sitting on a bed. Seconds later I realized I was thankfully finding myself in my own room. My instinct was to touch my now swelled up tongue to feel that it was sore and the pain was slowly creeping up on me.

I also saw Risa with her head laying on my mattress. I softly began to touch her rough oily her and softly called out her name, but she didn't seem to wake up. She'd probably been really tired of being that off to dreamland. I had to chuckle by the thought that she had probably been sitting next to my bed for gods knows how long. Maybe even since I had passed out by the looks of it. I could see that she was still in the same clothes and her hair looked untangled and basically a mess.

I tried to pronounce some other words than her name, but it didn't work. I couldn't pronounce words like a normal human being and ended up sounding like a two-year-old with stuffed candy inside my mouth. The pain in my tongue got worse and my neck started to sting at well. This had probably been the right moment to get some painkillers to ease my pain. I think they had given me something similar to morphine that was now wearing off by the looks of it. I slowly tried to stand up ( and, of course, tried not to wake Risa up) as I grabbed my never used diary underneath my bed. I grabbed a pencil on my drawer as got back to my bed as I began to write.

" How should I address this diary? I will think of that later.

I'm Hitomi, my surname doesn't matter so I'll keep that out. My age isn't important either so I would just say that I'm a young adolescent. What about my appearance? I have an unhealthy with skin and black-blue-ish short hair. I was also born with a strange exotic birthmark which adorn the corners of my eyes with purple. This birthmark is also my pride and together with my honey yellow eye color and pupils which are in the form of slits...I remind people of a snake.

I'm one who has a story about shinobis, geishas, and death which also participates

What does that make me then? I'm a Maiko, I'm a shinobi, I'm a killer and I'm one with a history.

I'm as-rogue shinobi's niece.

I'm clever when I use the right words, only loyal to myself and those who are worth.

I can manipulate and I will sacrifice for my own sake.

What is it you might want me to say?

I'm definitely a strange individual yet I'm like the other: The same.

What about my day?

I had to go under the knife to get something transplanted to my body, which will make me fight better. He has told me that he'll give me an injection each day and that I will participate in other experiments when it's necessary. I can't believe his words for 100 %, There must be something in these injections and he's planning to do something.

See it from my way of perspective: Why would someone suddenly waste their time and money to give me injections and operate me for my own sake?

That's not how it works in this world

What is he planning to do to me? I'm not a small naive child and my intuition clearly tells me I should try to keep my eye open to see what's going to happen in the future.