The Blood in our Veins

The Fleshy Sunrise and Silent Screaming

Mitsu's POV

It was getting harder and harder to sleep.

Whenever I closed my eyes it seemed like people were screaming, a whisper of their deaths held forever frozen inside my head. The nightmares were getting worse, and eating became difficult.

Yesterday, mother made my favorite waffles, but after breakfast I had to close myself into my bedroom and throw-up the purple dough and syrup. Let me tell you, that was not pretty.

Lately, something weird has been going on. Sometimes, when I pass by certain people, ninjas and old people usually, it seems like their floating. A ghost of themselves is peeling off their skin, like their soul is trying to escape from the confines of bone and blood that held them trapped to this morbid world. These recent developments weren't making the nightmares any better, especially when the people I saw like this kept dying.

"Shit."

I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, filled with scratches and holes from where the kunai I kept tossing got stuck.

Dark bags decorated my eyes, exhaustion dragging at my limbs. It was currently 2am, and everybody else in the house was fast asleep. So was everybody outside my window. And any person in their right mind, of course, I never claimed to be sane.

Thunk

The kunai was once again sticking out of my ceiling, and I was too tired to stand up and get it. The handle swayed back and forth for a few seconds, before hanging upside down, still.

I sighed and sat up, using a wisp of power controlled blood that I had been juggling while tossing dangerous objects into the sky, having no worry for when they would come back down, to bring the ninja knife back to my side. Only a flicker of my fingers was needed for the maneuver.

"Okay, Mitsu, you need to get up and completely exhaust yourself, otherwise you're going to be chopped liver on Team 7's next mission tomorrow, and Kakashi won't like that. Which means Naruto and Sasuke will do the entire mission because you knoooowww Sakura is useless with ninja stuff, and then they'll complain and then they'll fight and you will have to break it up, which will make you even more tired. Aaaaaaannnnddd, you're talking outloud to yourself again.

I facepalmed at my idiocy and got dressed in training clothes. Some red shorts, skin tight, and a black tank top were my favorite, the cold not bothering me.(AN-God I hate myself for how many Frozen comments I'm going to get from this)

Whipping my long red hair into a pony-tail, and securing my black ribbon several times around my arm, I climbed out my window and hopped over the roofs. Let's face it, this was much faster transport.

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"London bridge is falling down..... falling down..... falling down." I sang to myself, my breath hitching as I ran faster over the cobbled rooftops, the streets empty except for a cat and a dog, chasing each other through the twisting streets.

"London bridge is falling down... My fair Lady.."

Breath

"Build it up with bones and blood..... Bones and blood.... Bones and blood"

Breath

"Build it up with bones and blood..... My fair lady...... Bones and blood will fade away..... Fade away... Fade away."

Breath

"Bones and blood will fade away..... My fair lady."

Breath