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The Light in the  Darkness

The Light in the Darkness

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 19, 2023
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Fanfic
Naruto
"Who are you so afraid of?", he asked. "It doesn't matter. They'll get me sooner or later", I said. "Who?", he asked again. I looked down at my feet. "My own people...My family..." Shani Hokane, 22 years old, didn't have an easy life. Before her 18th birthday, she was meant to serve her clan. The way they raised her, allowed her to protect it from anyone, who even tried to end them. And there were many. Many who tried, failed and ended up dying in an unforgettable pain. Shani personally made sure of it. But one day, before she turned 18, something snapped inside of her and she changed her mind. She didn't want to serve the unknown "Hokane-Clan" anymore. But why is she still running away from it, even if she left nearly 4 years ago? What is it she's so afraid of? Will a white haired man, she accidently met, help her forget her past or will he deliver her more pain, than she has ever experienced in her life?
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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