DISCONTINUED
(Rewrite has been published. The Reprise: Our Scars)
Left with nothing but the memories, the young Nara boy still reminisced. The pain in his chest never seeming to fade.
Once a girl with innocent eyes and clean hands. The thought of...
The beep of the heart monitor resonated in the quiet room. Silver lights poured into Akahana's room, lighting up a portion of the dark room. The moon high in the midnight sky; wisps of dark clouds dusting over the miniature lights that freckled the sky. The night breeze sighed its own tune as a shadowy figure advanced towards Akahana's "safe" place. Akahana's immobile state halted as her features creased and her eyes opened.
The ANBU watching over her was about to call for Lady Fifth but before he could, he was knocked out. Akahana still in a daze, she tried to grasp what was going on. Icicle irises dawned over her; flinching, Akahana shut her eyes tightly, knowing whose orbs they belonged to.
It sent chills down her spine as his soft breath brushed over her cheek. For him, it'd been too long since he'd seen the girl. Standing back in an upright position, he still loomed over her. It'd been a few months and he couldn't find anyone else but Akahana that could carry his strength.
He heard Akahana whimper, making him smirk before faking a realistic sigh of despair. "Do you know why I'm like this?" He asked. Eyes still shut tight, Akahana shook her head. His eyes hardened as he looked away from Akahana.
"Orochimaru," he snarled, forgetting he was supposed to coax the girl into allowing herself as a vessel, instead he broke out with his tragic past.
"It's still so vague," he muttered, "I was capsuled in a tank filled with green liquid. I opened my eyes to see that bastard smirking at me. He looked at four-eyes and said something; I couldn't hear it," Akahana opened her eyes to see that the man had travelled to the window, gazing out as he told his tragic tale.
"From then on, it was all injecting substances into my body. Some felt like it burned my organs and the some felt like it was rotting me to the core. I never died. I would rather die. But now, I'm stuck in this cursed world with no way out. Hours; hours I was strapped to that fucking metal table as I felt like my body was becoming mutant," his tone was wracked with bitterness and hate. Akahana could only listen as she felt guilty; thinking she was the only one who faced such torment and pain.
"And I did become mutant," he turned to Akahana. "And the day I became this piece of shit, you arrived." Akahana's eyes widened as her ears took in his every word.
He turned to stare at her cold in the eyes, glaring harshly. "I became forgotten. I watched as we switched places; you on that metal table and I in the dirty cell. I was thankful until I realized something," he paused, holding up his shadowy finger that seemed to dissipate like smoke.
"I was that being they used to create you into something great," it was there he began to twist the story.
"Uchiha blood. You carry that in your veins, that's why you were so precious to that bastard. You were altered to suit me. We were to become the strongest," his voice was extremely low and Akahana was paralyzed in the cot, sitting up with a look of pure fear etched onto her face.
"Senju and Uchiha. What a mix," he shook his head lightly. "You're such a coward, Akahana."
Akahana realized he was right. She became so dependant on other people it was as if she couldn't stand on her own.
He appeared before Akahana, extending his hand. "You want power. Don't deny it. Your pain will be gone, trust me," he bribed, knowing Akahana was his. "So, so weak," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom, but it was coated with a sense that pulled Akahana closer.
She wanted it. She wanted the power that was once at her fingertips. "Who are you?" She whispered, he chuckled lowly. "Me? I'm you and you are me. We are so similar; maybe because we're the same person," it was a half-lie, but he was desperate. He was disappearing without a body and Akahana was losing her mind from the separation.
Slowly, Akahana touched him, her finger going through the smoke-like substance. "And then I'll have power again?" She asked, her eyes no longer the red that she didn't recognize. It was tinting into lavender as he merged himself with her chakra, tainting it to inky black.
"Yes," he smirked.
Akahana stood up, the rush of power breathing into her. It was so nostalgic it felt good.
Her body shook with from the power as she laughed. Her face becoming crazed as the power surged through her.
"Get Lady Tsunade!" Lavender met coal, and Akahana smiled. "Thank you for your hospitality." Jumping out of the window, blonde hair flew behind her. The moonlit sky reflecting against her pale complexion. Only the lilac irises that shone brightly glimmered in the moonlight.
She breathed in; then breathed out. Power felt so good.
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