Experiment Number 95 (Naruto fanfic)

The Change

95 woke up early the fifteenth of the next month. she did not wait for the morning bell, nor was surprised at the early lunch bell. She just carefully walked around and waited for a guard to pull her away.

She had truly tried to learn how to use a sword during one of her trainings but it was way too heavy for her extremely bony hands to carry.

She was taken away from the crowd at the arena. Karuru was not fighting. Her hands were armed with a pair of metal tubes that were also quite heavy. She was given a pouch tied to her waist with a kunai and a shuriken.

The metal cell was lifted and she walked out. Cheers erupted and a guy, around his twenties, appeared. Je radiated confidence while she bluntly looked lost.

The guy cracked his neck and grabbed a sword behind him.

'How come they never gave me a weapon my first time?'

"Hey there, blondie. Are you ready for a go?"

She frowned at his words.

"Well, ready or not, here I come!"

He ran towards her. She didn't notice she'd reacted when suddenly the metal bar had blocked his sword and she had spun to hit the other one against the back of his knees.

He fell and growled at her. "Look, you little bit-" He was hit on jaw with the tube and he lay dead on the ground and bleeding.

Everyone was quiet.

She'd done it.

She walked back inside her cell and unburied the spoon from under her bed and carved the wall. She stared at the wall and sat on the floor in front of it, letting the thought sink in. She'd killed a man. A human being. The largest thing she had killed before was a fish she accidentally over-fed when she was six, a few flies here and there. But a human. A breathing soul with thoughts and dreams and hopes, never.

She looked down at the spoon and starting thinking again, which wasn't good. But sometimes it's good to question. Question why she had done it. Question when she'd turn so compulsive she didn't even remember how she'd attacked. Question how exactly her body unwillingly knew where to strike to kill a man.

The truth was, she liked to think about it or not, was that she was beginning to change. She had begun to think, to act and fight like what she was. Orochimaru's experiment. She was now a lethal weapon. A puppet to Orochimaru's dark-intentioned orders. She looked to the wall up again and thought about the quote instead.

What was the end innocence?

What exactly could be described as having no more innocence? That is a very good thing to question. But almost impossible to answer. It was a question that belonged to other unsolved ones such as, 'How do you define love?' or 'How big is the universe?' and 'What will happen next?'. We all have our own thoughts about it. for example for me me, love is defined simply; if you're willing to die or in some cases not die for it, suffering for it, it's love. How big is the universe? As big as you can imagine and imagination is the grandest, most endless thing you will ever obtain. What will happen next? It all depends on how you decide to mould your destiny and let's see what the moulding brings you.

The end of innocence is when you have no more spirit. When your heart creates a hallow, when you're aware that Santa Claus will indeed not arrive but still place cookies and milk so your parents will not find out that you're aware that they place gifts at midnight. It's questioning why God does not actually love all his children but only the ones who have money for they are the ones who earn everything. The end of innocence is killing a man, with your eyes closed and not trying to revive him back because you're aware that death is death and you cannot change it. It's definite and thinking quite clearly that there is no heaven for such people.

。。。Ralph went for the end of innocence, the darkness of a man's heart and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called piggy.

-William Golding。。。

Don't worry, be hippie. :P Alijoice.