Recovering Memories (Kakashi love story) Naruto Fan Fiction

Recovering Memories

THIS IS JUST A FAN FICTION AND SHOULD NOT BE TREATED AS THE REAL NARUTO OR NARUTO SHIPUUDEN AS ALL RIGHTS GO TO MASASHI KISHIMOTO. I DON'T OWN NARUTO!!!!!!!!! It would be awesome to be the owner of Naruto but I'm just a kid with an insane imagination and I can't draw anyway. I hope you like this.

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My Characters:

Miza/Arai Bekuran

Description: Pale blonde hair and eyes that change colour to golden-brown (neutral), dark purple (sad, depressed), crystal blue (happy, excited) and bloodthirsty red (angry) that she has only when her demon, Deiza, joins with her. Thin from starvation.

Anything else: Can connect with the demon world, sense chakra, has better hearing and smelling abilities than others. Can sense where demons are and is being hunted down for this.

Kadai

Description: Raven black hair and dark brown, almost black but kind eyes.

Anything else: Was Miza's best friend and died when she was 11.

Deiza

Description: Coal black fur and red eyes filled with bloodlust but he doesn't actually need to kill anyone.

Anything else: Is a wolf demon and is Miza's longest living friend. Could be called Miza's protector or guardian.

Miza's "Twin"

Description: Orange hair, also sticks up in places. Has purple eyes, light purple so they look like a lightish grey.

Anything else: Was incredibly fast and was a born genius. Doesn't see Miza until they're twelve. Can't connect to demons.

Miza's POV

His sword swung down and I leapt out of the way.

"Kadai! Stop attacking me! Can't you remember who I am?" I cried out.

He looked up and I saw his eyes glistening with tears.

"I can but he is somehow controlling my movements. You have to run, Miza. Run!" he yelled, stabbing himself.

I nodded and turned, running hard.

"They always come after me, eventually. But why? Why do I have to be different?" I cried, voicing my thoughts out loud.

That was 10 years ago when I was 11. Now I'm not so trusting. I run away from everyone, knowing that if they talk of me I'd be found again.

I hid in a tree, sensing that someone was following me. They didn't show themselves and I smiled. They weren't bad, they were smart but so was I. Okay maybe not, but I knew these streets like the back of my hand. I should move soon, I was here for too long. Maybe that's why someone was following me. I jumped down and started running again, knowing that the person was still following me. I turned around and waited for them to catch up.

"Deiza, I might need your help soon", I whispered to thin air.

A wolf appeared beside me and growled at a pile of boxes.

"Stop scaring the cats... Or the man behind those boxes. I want to know why he's following us", I warned.

The wolf nodded and stopped growling.

"Show yourself. I might make Deiza go easy and not tear you apart. I hear demons are best not to fight", I said vindictively.

The man stood up and threw a kunai blade at me.