Not an Angel Yet (Naruto FanFic)

Prologue

This is a new story I’m starting even though I still have two stories that I still have to finish on here, but I had this story idea floating around in my head. I was starting to have insomnia from it, because I couldn’t sleep until I started to get this idea out of my head. So, here is the prologue for this story and I’m very sorry for procrastinating as much as I do. I will try and update as much as possible. Oh, and a cover would be much apperciated  since I suck at making covers.

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 Prologue

            I rushed alongside mother as we ran through the halls, with me clinging to the skirt of her dress for dear life. My deep emerald gaze flickering around in worry, as we raced through hall after hall. The slaps of our feet hitting the ground that came with every step we took was all I heard, besides the thundering of my own heartbeat. It was hard to keep my two year old body from tripping and to keep up with my mother’s swift, graceful movements that my clumsy body did not possess. I stumbled along behind her until we reached a door that she quickly opened and gently pushed me inside first, before she swiftly closed the door behind her and locked it. Moving me out of her way, she quickly moved the furniture and rugs until a trap door was revealed underneath it all.

            Opening it up, she cradled me in her arms with her warm golden eyes swimming with tears as she held me close for the last time. The knowledge that she knew this was going to be the last time that she would ever hold me again was written as plain as day across her face, but I would never know that she already knew that this was going to be last that I ever get to see her, or the rest of my family and friends alive again.

            Setting me down inside the nook, she placed one last kiss upon my forehead and whispered, “No matter what happens, do not leave here unless you are absolutely sure that it is safe to come out. Don’t make a sound. Do you understand me?” I nodded my head in understanding making my raven black hair sway with the motion of my head.

            She smiled sweetly down at me and whispered the last words she would ever say to me again. “I love you, Rai,” and with that she closed the trap door enclosing me in darkness.

            I sat there with my knees drawn up and my arms wrapped tightly around them, as I silently stared into the darkness that was littered with thin strips of light. Mother’s shallow breathing was heard loud and clear by my hypersensitive hearing and so was the light creak the door made as it was swung open almost soundlessly. The creaking of the floorboards as someone else walked across the room towards mother made my skin crawl, as I sat hidden beneath their feet.

            “Hello, Misaki,” said a masculine voice that made my skin crawl and raised the hairs on my arms. “Long time no see, huh?”

            “Not long enough in my opinion,” mother hissed in response.

            “That’s a shame to hear. Well I would love to catch up, but I really don’t have the time today for that. So, I’ll get straight to the point. Where’s the girl?”

            “What girl?”

            “You know what girl, your daughter.”

            “She’s not here.”

            “Don’t fool with me, Misaki. I know she’s here and it’s only a matter of time until I find her. Now where is she?”

            “I’ll never tell you.”

            The man sighed then said, “What a pity,” and then something heavy fell down above me landing with a dull thud.

            I sat in silence holding my breath, as I waited for mother to say something, anything. The silence stretched on until something wet dripped down onto my face. Confused, I wiped some of it off of my face and held my hand out into the strip of light. The liquid was a dark red and it smelled like metal. Slowly I realized that what was dripping through the floorboards was blood. My eyes widened in fear and shock as I stared up at floor above me and more little droplets fell onto my face. I wanted to move out from under the steady flow of blood, but the small space did not permit such a luxury.

            The movement of furniture above me startled me back into reality and made one more thing dawn upon me. My mother was dead and the blood that was dripping down upon me was my mother’s. I felt sick to my stomach and would’ve vomited if I could have. The urge to scream slowly rose in my throat and I had to bite down onto my arm to refuse to give into that urge. I bite down so hard that blood welled up, filling my mouth with the coppery taste of blood. Tears streaked down my face, as I silently sobbed out of grief and fear.

            Light suddenly poured into the nook, lighting up everything in the small enclosed space. Startled, I look up to see the outline of someone holding open the door that had kept me hidden from the people mother had been keeping me hidden from. I couldn’t see their face, but from their outline I could tell that they were a male. He reached down into my hiding place to pull me out, while I sat there scared to death and unsure how to react to this man.

            Pulling me out of the nook, he said in a satisfied voice, “I found you.”

            “Raikou, wake up,” someone’s voice called to me in an almost indifferent tone.

            “Idiot, that’s not how you wake her. I’ll show you how it’s done. Raikou, wake the fuck up!” Someone yelled into my ear with an irritated voice, startling me awake.

            Without thinking I automatically grab the person around their neck and yank them to the ground. At the same time moving my body so that I was straddling their waist, while pressing a kunai against their neck so that when they breathe they get a shallow cut and blood starts to flow down their neck. Opening my emerald eyes, I met a pair of amber eyes staring up at me startled by how I reacted to their rude awakening. Slowly I removed my kunai from his neck and stood up from where I had been straddling him.

            Glancing down at him again, I say in a monotone voice, “Akira, do you never learn your lesson? Never startle me awake if you wish to live.”

            Swiveling my gaze away from Akira, I look at his older brother, Daisuke, with a blank expression taking in the older boy’s amusement at his brother’s stupidity. Daisuke’s amber eyes gleamed with amusement, but other than that he showed no emotions. The two brothers didn’t look alike at all really except for their amber eyes that they both shared. Akira had candy apple red hair that stuck up in long spikes, and sun kissed golden skin that covered a lean muscular body. Daisuke on the other hand had ebony black short hair with one random braid in the back that reached to the middle of his back, and fair skin that covered a slighter, lean body.

            “What did you two need?” I asked not very interested in what they wanted unless it got them to leave quicker so I could enjoy the rest of my day off.

            “Orochimaru-sama has a mission for us,” Daisuke said flippantly with his usual scowl plastered on his features.

            “Oh? What is it?” Not even a tiny hint of interest about what Orochimaru wanted us to do for him this time.

            “He wants us to go undercover in Konoha and keep an eye on some kid called Uchiha Sasuke,” he says with his eyes showing his disgust for the mission they had been given.

            “So he wants us to play babysitter to the Uchiha brat?”

            “Yeah,” Akira growled out, while ripping up a nice potion of the ground.

            “When do we leave?” I asked looking up at the clear sky.

            “Today,” both boys reply in unison.

            Sighing, I take one last look around me before I head off to go pack for our mission.

            “Oh, and we have to pretend to be genin, even though were higher rank than that,” Daisuke called after me, making me grumble in irritation.

            This was going to be a crappy mission.