Sorry I'm barely on now, You could say that I lost the fire I started when I started writing this story. So I should say, "I'm sorry for all you readers that read this story, and how it's getting worse as it goes on. I'm sorry when you come to see if I updated, and there's only a page or two. I'm not good at committing to things as it scares me. I'm so sorry."
Now for the Chapter
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I sat in one of the tents eating my ration of food, those around me were either unconscience or sleeping. Shifting into a more comfortable position, I finished my ration and stood up slowly on my sore feet. I bent down to pick up my weapons, feeling the annoying twinge of pain as I stretched the place where I had been stabbed a day or two ago. Pulling the flap of the tent towarrds me, I slipped out of the tent silently, as I felt a raindrop on my nose, I rubbed it off and started walking to my station.
Walking quickly, I hummed an old tune as I made my way there. I jumped out of the way as a group of shinobi jogged while holding a stretcher that held a groaning person on it. I stood there like an idiot for a while as I saw them disappear from my view.
"Yo, Hamasaki!" Kurosaki yelled from a few feet away, "Come help us load these supplies."
"Okay, give me a minute!" I shouted back, turning towards him. I jogged quickly over to him
"How's that back of yours?" he asked
"Eh, tis' but a stratch." I said proudly
"Seroiusly?"
"It was a flesh wound, it didn't mess up any of the muscles in my back that couldn't be healed. All it's pretty much gonna leave is a scar. But, how are you doing?" I asked
"Like how everyone else's doing. Tired, sore, scared." he said handing me a crate
Grabbing the crate from him I asked, "So does it look like the fighting has dulled down a bit?"
"You know how it is, it'll look like the end is near but then more reanforcements come. So I have no idea."
I put the crate on a cart that was behind me, "I guess that'll it will go on for a while. Heard any news about the Kages? The two Jingurikis?"
"Still fighting, but there's a rumor that two Uchias are fighting againest Kabuto." he said, "But that sounds like bull to me." He handed me another crate
"I can't believe they're still fighting." I took the crate, putting it on the cart quickly I turned towards him
"They are all special exceptions to normal Shinobi standards." he answered, handing me another crate
"Strange," I replied
"You're probably new to these standards Karol." he said bluntly
"Don't call me that! I'm not that girl anymore Noah." I whispered hoarsely, "You're Shuya."
"I know, but it's stupid to pretend that we're nothing to each other." he said
I put the crate on the cart, "We are nothing to each other. For all they know we're two teens that are flirting up a storm in a warzone."
"I can't believe you, we all thought you were dead. There was a service, then that masked man came, and took me." he said
"Can we talk about this in private?" I asked
"Who are you Hamasaki?" he said angrily
"Someone that you used to know. A criminal, assasin, shepherd." I snapped, "Now give me a f***ing crate."
He handed me the last crate, "I'm still looking forward to that conversation." he replied
"I need the information." I said desperately
"Then we'll all leave happy. Meet me here at 11."
I turned away from him to hide my blush, jogging quicly away from him. Noah could be such a jerk sometimes, if not most of the time. He always wanted something for himself, and in this case he wanted me. He was the boy who confessed his love to me a week or two ago, yet it felt like an enternity. But I hated him, I hated him for everything. His lies, and deceit, arrogance, and his pride.
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I slipped out of the tent silently, careful not to let anyone hear me. Looking up at the full moon, I saw the stars that I have become accustomed to over the years I have spent here. I still felt a part of me, a small part of me miss the land I grew up in. What I wanted wasn't to live, but what I wanted most of all was my mom. I wanted to go home.
I walked carefully, trying not to make too much noise as I walked across the tentfield. Pulling my hood higher up on my head, I saw a figure that ressembled Shuya. I walked faster, reaching into my cloak to grasp at my short sword, I gripped it tightly, almost like a child grips onto their bear.
"What do you want to talk about Shuya?" I asked when I reached him
"Call me Noah, and I want to know what's happened to you. You're not the Karol I used to know."
"Why? Do you think you can change me back? Turn me into the nerd I used to be?" I asked in our tounge
"Now this is what I'm talking about, the old Karol would've never said that." he answered back
"I've been through more s*** than you will ever go through in your life. I don't feel guilt, I've killed Karol, I am now Haruna. Besides Karol wouldn't have been able to survive without adapting, and that's what I've done."
"Have you killed people?" he questioned
"I have." I replied, looking into his eyes
"Why?"
"Orders, self defense, various reasons." I said
"Who are you?"
"I told you, I am Haruna Hamasaki."
"Okay, good bye."
"Karol loved you." I said to his back
