Uncle Orochimaru?

chapter 1

Hey, there this is CurlyClone!

This is my first story, and English is not my first language. So please try to be nice to me *bows*.

I, of course, accept criticism!

This story is also on fanfiction ( where I use the same name:3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I only own my OC (s?)

~Hitomi's P.O.V~

Everything ached. I was starving, dehydrated, blood was slowly seeping from both my feet. I would help anyone who was in the same condition as I was. I would have tried to help the person as much as I could.  But I wasn't just someone else. I was poor me with the bad luck that I hadn't encountered anyone in days. I was amazed by my bad luck. 

I didn't wear any sandals cause I had lost mine around a river a few days ago.  That explained why my feet were bleeding so badly. 

 My once beautiful heavy white kimono had turned brown in most places from all the dirt from the ground.

I personally thought that my hair looked the worst of all, mostly because my hair got in the way of my eyes due to the heavy storm I was in. My appearance in all looked horrific.

I felt like I had been running for months while the truth was it had probably been a few days. A few dreadful days may I tell you. Now was the question, what was I doing in the middle of the storm, being in a forest for many days without anything with me?

That, is a long story, where do I start?

I had been searching for someone, I had been searching for a man named Orochimaru. I had been searching for him without knowing any information about him, hoping I would find my way with the power of luck. I was quite exhausted from it all. I had only drunk a little bit of water when it rained and from nearby streams.

I had tried to catch animals, which I failed in. I once found berries, but I didn't eat them since I was afraid that they could be poisoned berries. I was scared to sleep in the forest, so I only slept when I couldn't go on anymore. Most of the times I just fell unconscious wherever. Of course, there was a reason for this all.

I had just escaped from the Okiya where I had spent half my life to become a successful geisha. It wasn't my original plan to become a geisha, though. When I was younger I always wanted to have a beautiful small flower shop in a known city.

But my parents had sold me to an Okiya, a geisha house when I was only eight years old. Okaa-san, the owner of the Okiya, had told later that they couldn't afford a child anymore due to really high debts.

I believed the story of my Okaa-san of course, I mean, One only sells their child off to an Okiya if you couldn't afford the child right?

I could remember the day that my parents had sold me to the Okiya like it had been yesterday. I moved into the Okiya the same day that they had sold me. I had but only a small pink bag with me. Inside the bag were some clothes, a few sandals, a toothbrush and a brush.

I can clearly remember mothers' last words. What she had told me is on the thing that I will never forget.

"Hitomi, my baby, mama loves you very much. Okay...do not ever forget that! Remember this well okay. If they don't want you and kick you out the Okiya, and we're in heaven, search for a man named Orochimaru." she said, small tears were adorning her eyes. She was strong enough to not let them fall, or at least, not in front of her young child.

My mom brought her small long fingers to both her eyes and wiped the sides of it with her old brown Yukata. During that, she also decided to move her black Hair slightly away from her face. Now I could see her eyes, the same Eyes I got from her.