Claimed {Naruto} -ON HIATUS-

Chapter 6

A/N: All of the memory chapters will be written in third/ first person of each charecter, but I will always be Ophelia's POV. 

PS: While writing this chapter I realized that I have a problem with switching between third and first person when I'm describing things.

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Ophelia's POV:

"It's all my fault they are dead."

She balled her fists tightly, pressing her nails so hard into her palms that she felt them puncture the skin.

An eerie silence fell upon the room as both men went silent, staring at her with a mixture of curiosity and pity.

Hot, salty tears poured down her face and she screwed her eyes tightly shut, she slammed her fists down on the sheets underneath her, smearing them with blood.

"Damn it! It's all my fault! I wasn't strong enough to protect them, all I could do... I'll I could do was cry over their dead bodies.

Both we're thinking the same thing:

This girl? This sad, pathetic looking girl, who wanted nothing but to be loved; Who had managed to have everyone who showed her affection ripped from her clutches and murdered in front of her eyes? Was this really the same Ophelia who was wanted for assassinating a high ranking lord?

Suddenly Ophelia gasped out in sudden pain, her hands flying up to grab at her head as she fell down onto the bed, cradling herself in a fetal position.

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Ophelia woke up again in the same dark space she had awoke in a day beforehand. The familiar chill of the cold darkness crawled down her back as she began walking forward aimlessly, waiting for another memory to surface.

A few minutes later, true to her expectations, a memory appeared before her form. Its surface showing a small girl running through the forest, fear clouded eyes glancing behind her occasionally. As if she was waiting, expecting, something to pop out at her any second.

Ophelia recognised the memory immediately. It was the day that she had met Luma-san. And right now the younger version of her was being chased down by relentless bounty hunters. But soon she would meet the woman who changed her life.

The young girl tripped over a tree root, tumbling to the ground with an audible thump. She tried to stand again but immediately collapsed back down. Her tired body giving up it's will to function properly. She tried a few more times before realizing her attempts were useless. She hastily pulled her bag from her back, fumbling with the clasps for a second before opening the satchel and pulling a small kitchen knife from it. She took it and positioned it in front of herself protectively. Hands trembling in fear as the bounty hunters surrounded her.

They slowly started closing in on her, the one in the center smiling sadistically as he pulled a kunai from his pouch.

"It's ok, This won't hurt too badly." he smirked wider, if possible. As he walked closer and closer to the young girl. Who shuffled backwards a little further for every step he took towards her.

When she attempted to move even farther back, she realized that her back was pressed up against the trunk of a tree. Her eyes widened in a panic, looking around her for any possibility of escape.

The man, noticing that she had finally been cornered, broke out into a sprint towards her, kunai drawn back behind him and ready to slash downwards, he did as such, inflicting a large gash on the girl's ivory skin. He drew back the kunai to swing at the girl again but she shifted slightly, avoiding a fatal blow to her eye, but still nicking her cheek.

He growled at her for avoiding the injury he had planned to give her and raised his kunai again, bringing it down, closing his eyes as he prepared to stab the girl in the chest.

But instead of hitting its target, the kunai was met with a sharp, metallic clang.

His eyes popped wide open, to see a young woman glaring up at him with her piercing yellow eyes, she wore a grey vest over a simple black battle kimono with short sleeves. Her baby blue hair sat perched into a large bun on the top of her head.

I gasped, hand going up to my mouth and tears dripping sparingly from my eyes. The second I saw her I realized exactly what memory was playing over in my mind.

'This was when I first met Luma-san.' I realized, turning my attention back to the images displayed infront of me.

And so, With Kunai in hand, the woman pushed the man back and away from the young child. Once the woman deemed the distance she had pushed the man back was far enough away from the child to assure her safety, she jumped a short way backwards and took a battle stance,

She proceeded to then pull a set of large turquoise fans out from behind her back, shifting one foot slightly behind the other with the other foot pointed forward towards her opponent.

Across from her, the man pulled another kunai from his pouch, flipped both around backwards in his hands; and stood, knees and elbows bent, and hands fisted around the reversed kunai knives.

The two locked eyes and for a moment nobody moved.

But Then, in a split second, the woman disappeared, sprinting to the left side of the treeline, and proceeding to run around her opponent, gaining speed as she ran. The man spun around, his eyes trying to follow the swift blur of her movements but failing to do so effectively.

Every few laps, she would jump up and off of a tree trunk, throwing senbon as she went sailing through the air. Then she would hit the ground running, Starting the cycle over. After many more waves of senbon had been shot at her opponent; his movements began to get more and more sluggish. To him this was odd, he had successfully managed to dodge most of the senbon, and the few that had managed to get past his defense, only nicked him enough to draw some blood, nothing fatal.

But suddenly a wave of nausea and dizziness crashed over him and he fell to his knees, puking onto the grass below him.

He heard a light chuckle and looked up to see the blue haired woman standing above him, smirking...

It as then that he realized that the senbon had been poisoned.

The man, aggravated at being beaten so easily, lunged for her, hand outstretched in an attempt to claw at her legs.

But before his hand could even come close to making contact, it was grabbed by a paler, more slender one, which then crushed it in its tight, monster-like grasp.

He let out a high pitched noise in pain, and looked up into her sharp, yellow eyes. She stared right back into his cold, dead ones, and whispered.

"You best be thanking your lucky stars that there is a child in our presence, or you wouldn't be just a sadistic motherfucker with a broken hand."

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To Be Continued... Muahahaha

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