Survival II (A Naruto Fanfic) [Completed]

Part 45

The black and white world seemed to be fake yet perfectly underneath her eyelids. The white sky. The black trees. The grey people, wandering around on the streets like mindless animals.

Mindless animals.

Of course.

That's what they all are.

Purposeless... wandering life as they are told.

Living the life they are paved.

She didn't want that.

But here she was, given no other choice.

Yoru looked down at her body and smirked. The muscles on her face were sore, most likely still swollen. The black and white scars all over her body reminded her too much of the past. Too much of the past that could've been her future. Too much of the past that was half a day ago. Somehow, she had struggled up from the ground. Somehow, she had tried to remain conscious, her mind actively fighting for her own will as the fire burnt out the rest of her core.

Everything ached.

If only she had trusted some other person in her life.

If only she'd reached out of sensible people.

Kind people.

People like Tenzo... even the Sharingan Kakashi. The Third Hokage.

Maybe they would've taken her in.

Now, it was impossible.

Impossible.

The clone believed it impossible too, and look where she's ended up.

But what was Yoru supposed to do, spilling with the scent of a monster, crawling up to the doors of the Hokage, begging for help, burns and scars covering her body?

No.

She wouldn't do that.

As long as she, herself, was alive.

She would not do that.

"And I had trusted them..." Yoru muttered to herself, imagining the contorted face of Ukon and Sakon. They're merely monster. Monsters.

She knew nothing about them. That was true of what Sakon said. Maybe everything was true. She'd never know. She's known nothing.

Why she couldn't stand up and fight Ukon and Sakon.

Why her chakra seemed so out of reach.

Why her muscles gave up in critical situations.

Why her body is growing so rapidly.

Why her memories are so foggy.

Why does she know nothing?

Why...

WHY

Why is that fucking clone the Yoru she is now...

Why can't she just run away... why can't they run away.

By the edge of her vision, she caught a figure standing alone on a neighbouring roof. The girl had her back faced to Yoru but she knew who the girl was.

Her. The clone.

The person she needed to talk to.

The clone that the original needed to save herself.

The clone that lived a better life. A better deal.

Of course.

The answer was simple.

She'll run away.

She'll face the other direction.

And she won't look back.

In her black and white world, she saw Yoru's arm, as dark as the Night itself.

But where was her blackened heart?

I turned around slowly, taking in the view of the village.

All of this... will soon be gone.