Wow, already at CH6! TGFSB (THANK GOD FOR SPRING BREAK) But sadly, I have to babysit for the rest of the week, so there might be another chapter or two before Monday. I'll try to get a new chapter done every two days or so, depending on my scheduale. The only reason I wouldn't be on here, is if another one of my family members died, because I would be needed to help out. On with the story!
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We were checked over for major injuries, but the worst thing that happened to those I freed, were minor burns where I had accidently let the metal drop a centimeter or two. But they still insisted that we should wait a few hours until sunrise, in order to sort some things out. The waiting was killing me, so I walked towards the older women (older as in 20's-30's) checking to see if one of them was holding a bundle.
"Girl, are you looking for someone?" one of the women asked
"Yeah, I'm looking for a baby boy that's around 5 or 6 days old. The slave traders told me that they would keep him with you." I explained, I saw her face fall when I finished
"We've never been given a baby. Was he your son?" she asked me quietly
"No, he was my younger brother." I replied
"I would search the bushes, if I were you." She told me
"Okay, I'll do that." I managed to choke out, the lump in my throat felt like it would kill me at this point,"T-t-t-thanks" I stuttered
I walked away, (more like fleed to the casual observer) doing what the woman told me, searching the bushes for the corpse of my baby. What Naomi told me about what they did to the infants without a nurse, played over and over in my head, bringing me close to hysterics. My heart literally stopped, when I saw a bush I remembered to have white berries, but the berries were a dark red now; the colour of blood.
I searched the branches, until I found the broken body of my little boy who was my hope in the desert. His neck was broken and his body was in an awkward position, Ichigo's once bright blue eyes were dull now and covered with a film that came after death. I could almost feel his eyes staring at me accusing me of murdering him. As I lifted him out of the branches, I felt my heart shatter into thousands of tiny pieces. I rested my baby on my lap, taking off my veil and wrapping him in it.
I made sure he was covered from head to toe, before letting him rest on my lap without holding him with my arms. I held back a sob, hiccupping instead; I felt an arm around me holding me close to their warmth.
"Naomi?" I asked
"Yes?"
"How can man be so cruel?" I croaked
"I don't know, all I know is that all men are not like that." she sobbed
"I think we should take him, so he can be buried properly." I sniffed
"We should give him to the shinobi so he can be used as evidence."
"For Infanticide? They're probably already going to be excuted for what they've done, its not going to make a difference if they are already marked for death." I sobbed
"I know, I wish I could do something to help. But there is a time for everything." she stated
"We'll need the corpse for evidence." The idiot interupted
I turned around, letting my light brown hair fall in my face, I held up the bundle towards him, "As long as I get to bury it after you are done." I told him
"That's part of the process." He assured me after taking the bundle, "I never thought I would see you again, my Jashist friend." he joked
"I'm actually something more scary than a Jashist, I was just pulling your leg." I corrected him
"Really? Then what was the book?"
"It's a book of poetry." I stated
"I can definately say that your appearance is improved when it's not covered up, but there is definately some room for improvement." he said
"I look a bit better when I'm not crying my eyes out, you know?" I mused
"I can believed that." he scoffed while leaving Naomi and I.
"That guy is such a ass****. Calling you ugly when you're sobbing." she growled
"I actually think he was complimenting me." I said
"And what's this about being a Jashist?" she urged
"It was just a joke I pulled on him." I responded
"I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think he liked you." Naomi pointed out
"Him? The weirdo who wears makeup?" I laughed, my face cracking into a smile, "He stole my book, then he followed me to the home I was staying at." I said
"That's a boy stricken with love, for you." she joked
"With whom? I don't see any girl here that he would be attracted to. Besides, me with a shinobi? Seriously?" I blurted out
"Now that you mention it, what would you look like if you cleaned up?" she said, changing the subject
"A stranger." I answered, the swirlling mass of emotions raging inside of me, "We have a long week ahead of us, meaning we should get some sleep while we can."
"We should, but don't expect me to drop this conversation when morning comes." she teased
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I said
We walked in silence towards where the other girls were sleeping. I looked up to the darkening sky, searching for the familiar stars of my homeland, but finding only the strange stars of this reality I found by mistake. I grew up being told that there was a plan for each of us, but that plan wasn't always the one we imagined. But this would be the first time that I questioned whoever was out there, as I fell asleep on the cold ground. I was told that I would follow a path that was normal, be a normal person, but by a fluke I became a multi-reality traveller.
I somehow managed to travel to a completely different reality, surviving the process by luck. Call me blessed, but I would never call myself that. There were people I knew that seemed to be blessed with all the gifts, and with few flaws, while I envied them from afar. I had no talents worth recognizing, nothing that someone else didn't have already. But now, I was a thing of fiction, I had power and held more responsibility for my actions.
I guess that life doesn't really go the way they make you plan it when you are old enough. Maybe that's when life happens* (A/N I'm referencing a quote I don't own, KaY??)
