The Red Flash of Konoha

Nyoko Namikaze

​Nyoko Namikaze Point of View

I sat along with windowsill, where I lived. In the small room, that was my home, my bed in middle of the room pressed up against the wall, under the Konohagakure's symbol. Along with it were two unrolled red scrolls. My room was clean, for the most part, with books and dishes on my desk, and the inside of my wardrobe was a bit messy. My little bathroom was neat, always neat and tidy.

Holding my pink blanket, that was the only thing I had left of my parents, whoever they were. They either died, or they left me. Why? I stared out the window, silent as I watched the other kids my age play, younger and older. With smiles on their faces, their parents, their family watching them. I've learned not to go when others were there.

They hated me, their parents would pull them all away whenever I would try to play with them. I watched as the familiar old man, walking towards the building where I lived. But I looked to the kids again, ignoring the opening of the door as Sarutobi walked inside. He was the only one that came and visited me, the only one that showed me any kind of concern for me. Even if it was only once a month, when he gave me my allowance. At least he would stay and talk to me. Even if I didn't respond to him.

"Nyoko, what is wrong girl?" He asked, I heard him walking closer to me, around my bed, I heard him sit on my bed.

"Why?" I whispered, trying not to cry, I couldn't do that, I was going to become a ninja, I couldn't cry. I needed to hold it all back. Let the sadness weigh on me. Treated like nothing, an orphan, did I have a family out there? The only amount of kindness I got was once a month from this old man.

"Hmm?" The Third asked, I finally turned to look at him, I could feel my tears dripping.

"Why did they stay with me?" I whispered, staggering over to the bed, holding my blanket still, "Why don't I have parents? Why did they leave me alone?" He tensed up next to me, putting an arm around me he pulled me into a hug, allowing me to cry into his Hokage robe.

"Nyoko, it wasn't their fault. Don't worry about such things, it's in the past." He tried to sooth, rubbing my arm trying to calm me. So, was it my fault?

"You're wrong, this is every day, being reminded I'm alone, an orphan is everyday, it is current as I breathe." I cried.

"My child, tell me what are the rules of a Shinobi?" The old man asked, the same question he'd ask me whenever I were to cry.

"A Shinobi must never show their emotions; Shinobi are emotionless" I whimpered, pulling myself away from the man, wiping my face, ridding it of tears. Rubbing the emotion from myself.

I heard him standing up, dropping what I assumed to be money onto my desk, "Spend it wisely." Then he was gone.

​Nyoko Namikaze Point of View

I walked around the food market, with my clear plastic bag, filling it with things I could eat, that I could cook with a microwave. It was a struggle, to grab some of the food that were higher on the higher shelves. Of course no one came to help me. I was just the small red headed girl no one knew or cared about. They all just ended up looking at me, with disgust. Walking by whispering something I bet they wouldn't say if I weren't an orphan.They wouldn't treat me like this when I became a Shinobi, they would beg for me to help them all. Unlike them, I didn't need any of them. Filling my bag up, walking towards the counter, to pay for the food, up till I fell. smashing forward, causing someone else to fall over me. Sitting up I looked at my bag, everything I had placed in my back, splattered all on the floor. 

"Hey, watch it!" I turned to the boy, he had dark eyes, and dark blue hair. I glared at him, but ignored him to gather up the food I was going to buy."Sasuke, apologize to the girl." I looked to see another boy, who had longer hair tied into a pony tail.