The Singer's Tale

0 | Prologue

hey dudes pfft its been a minute and a half. well I recently started rewatching Naruto and got the urge to rewrite The Singer's Tale, and so that's exactly what I'm going to do! I really loved Atsu and her general story, so I want to flesh it out now that I have a better writing style now, pfft. so yeah! let's get to it.

0 | Prologue

A whisper haunts the wind, carrying secrets to any ear willing to listen. The leaves of the trees rustle with the whisper, waking up a young girl awaiting a call. Her face hides behind the intricate mask of a pitch black dragon, her cool white hair falling in tumbles down her sides. Her bright crimson eyes glow in the night, and she stands.

Her skin shone a bright caramel color, even with the absence of the moon. She wore a simple oversized shirt, bandages on her forearms, a tattered long red scarf, and shorts.

Her clothes seemed pathetic compared to the intricate and obviously expensive craftsmanship of her mask.

Her bare feet tussled the grass with her small toes as she listens for the wind. "Mistress. What is it?"

The girl turns around to the shadows of the forest, and watches as a wolf with fur as white as her hair and eyes as blue as ocean water, emerges from the brush.

"Nothing, Ratengo." The girl mutters from behind the mask.

"Yeah, its nothing, Ratengo." Another wolf, smaller then Ratengo, with pitch black fur as dark as the shadows and eyes as red as hers padded out from the brush up to the girl.

Ratengo snaps his jaws at the black wolf, who yelps and runs behind the girl, giggling mischievously all the while. "No one asked, Girishashito."

"I told you to call me Giri!" Girishashito whines, looking up at the girl. "Atsu!"

"She did tell you to call her Giri, Ratengo." Atsu remarked, chuckling softly behind her mask.

"But- But Mistress..." Ratengo's ears fall against his head.

"Come on, you two should get along. I can't be your mediator all the time. It's annoying." Atsu said, before walking away from the two wolves, and towards the edge of the forest.

Giri chuckled and trotted after Atsu, smacking Ratengo across the snout with her tail along the way.

"Giri!" Ratengo snapped at her tail before running after her, pouncing onto her back. Giri yelped and the two wrestled behind Atsu, who sighed.

"Giri! Ratengo!" Atsu snapped. The two wolves paused. Giri had Ratengo's hindleg in her mouth while Ratengo had Giri's tail in his. "Let's go sing."

The two perk up, detangling themselves and running after Atsu. They stand on either side of her, and slowly begin humming. Atsu smiles behind her mask, her red eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Atsu's voice caresses her throat, expands and fills her mask, slowly pooling out into the open air. The young girl stands atop the spiked hair of the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

Her canine companions stood atop the Third and First Hokage's Head, howling along to her mystic song.

The song is carried across the village, grabbing the attention of the people still wandering the midnight streets. It was sweet and melodic, slow and high like a flute. It was a song of unknown origin, with a language as soothingly smooth as the singer's voice itself.

The voice comes from a ghostly figure of a girl, her hair pure snow white and face covered in the mask of a pitch black dragon. Her eyes shown through the mask; pure, crimson red.