WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
This is a fanfiction. HOWEVER, it does follow the Naruto plot somewhat closely. I took the liberty of a few creative licenses and this story is inspired by two fanfics — one by Jpop Princess (training events are similar but that's it) and the other by MKSS. Both are on fan fiction.
WARNING: There will be highly offensive/ triggering content, such as: rápe, offensive jokes (dark humor), crazy language, graphic violence, and highly explicit séxual content.
THIS IS NOT FOR VANILLA PEOPLE.
Somewhere on the outskirts of Konohagakure, Fire Country
Despite the resigning sun, the humid air clings to her (skin tone) flesh. Vivid oranges, reds, yellows, and pinks clash and swirl in the sky above, a more beautiful turmoil than what harbors inside of YN.
Her shoulders are tense, (eye color) eyes utterly aware of her surroundings, ready to attack at a moment's notice. She hugs her knees, knuckles blanching as she watches the fire lick the darkening sky. She gains an inexplicable type of comfort from the crackling fire wood, the smell of smoke coating the inside of her lungs.
The nin next to her is reclining against a large log, one hand flipping through his erotic novel, the other shielding the back of his head from the rough bark.
YN's eyes glance over the lean figure, committing every hard plane, soft curve, and sharp angle to memory. His long, lean legs are crossed at the ankles, book resting against his solid chest.
The warm winds howl through the green foliage above, a few leaves gracefully dance and sway to the ground.
"I can feel your eyes on me, YN," his deep voice is rich and smooth like honey. He doesn't look away from the page he's currently reading in the dimming light, nonchalant as always.
Her eyes widen in surprise before she quickly averts them back to the flickering fire. "S-sorry."
He sighs, not hiding his annoyance. Rubbing the back of his neck, he straightens up and sets the book down in his lap, keeping his thumb between the pages, and tilts his head towards her.
"What's wrong?" Talking about feelings is foreign to the silver haired jonin, making him uneasy with discomfort. However, if he plans to have a successful mission with the young kunoichi, he needs her to be at ease.
Sadly, she knows he'd rather be anywhere else but here, with any other kunoichi but her. "Nothing, just nervous, I guess." She lies, inadequacy sinking deep into the pit of her stomach, threatening to grow roots.
"After I'm done teaching you, you'll be fine." He states, lifting his literature back up to continue where he left off.
She swallows the lump in her throat, believing his words as much as he does, zero to none. The memory of being called into the Hokage's office alongside Kakashi-sensei, with a stack of papers in her hands and a confused expression upon her face, just early that morning flashes behind her eyes.
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"...If I'm being honest, I don't even know how to feel...," she shakes her head lightly. "His character development was a rollercoaster — going from a righteous, determined boy to the epitome of morally grey by slaughtering innocent lives in order to achieve the goal he set for himself since he was a kid. It's Machiavellian to say the least. And, yeah sure, I support his want for freedom and his sacrificial tendency, so he can save his friends and humanity from their worst enemy, but at what price, y'know? I'm almost too scared to read the ending because I have a bad feeling he won't receive the happy ending he deserves."
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