Post by moriko on Feb 24, 2006 15:37:06 GMT -5
(This si the story about Moriko. I desided to let you guys judge it before running it by fanfiction.net. Enjoy. This is the introduction; Burn.)
A teenage girl with green pants that reached her knees, a plan white shirt and brown ankle boots was running out of the academy building for home. Her flaming red hair was in a ponytail that reached her waist and her brown eyes framed with glasses shinned with joy. Her fellow students all waved and smiled at her as she past by. Every once in a while one of them would give her a joyful “Happy birthday”. This was Kamo Moriko, a girl who as of that day was 13 who was training to be a ninja at the very top of her class. Most in the academy admired and respected her despite the fact that she wasn't much for strength but they didn't know about her father. She opens the door to the big house she lived in and was greeted by a small boy with brown hair with red highlights, which just barely touch his shoulders and green eyes. He wore blue shorts, a brown shirt and blue sandal like shoes.
Boy: Hi sis! What'd you learn today!
Moriko: Huh? Oh, hi Arata. Sorry, I have no time to talk; I just came to get a bite to eat before I go back out to training.
Arata: Can I come to?
Moriko: This is serious, Arata! I need to work hard to stay at the top! Last time I took you with me you almost burn the place down!
She runs off to the room to her left, which was a beautiful kitchen. A tall woman with flaming red hair that reached half way down her knees and green eyes looked at her and shook her head. She was wearing long brown pants, a black tank top and white shoes.
Moriko: Hi mom!
Moriko's mom: Moriko, did you forget your promise?
Moriko: My promise? I guess I did.
Her mother sighed.
Moriko's mom: You promised me you'd watched your brother why I go to work today. It's not easy for me to take care of you two with your father gone. I need to go, your snack is on the table.
She starts leaving the room but pauses at the doorway.
Moriko's mom: Oh, and honey, please, this time if he asked about your father don't say such bad things.
Moriko: But it's true! He's a cruel man who ran off and became a missing-nin just because I wasn't a true Kamo!
Moriko's mom: Moriko, please. It's all he has. You know none of the kids will play with him; they think he's cursed. Not to mention with you busy at the academy and me in working in the hospital he needs something to keep him going. Believing that his father was a good man does that and he was a good man.
Moriko: Yeah maybe to you before he left.
Her mother leaves and Moriko goes to her snack. Arata walks in and she couldn't help but snap.
Moriko: I hope you’re happy! Thanks to you I can't go training!
Arata: I can go with you.
Moriko: Not after last time! Plus all my friends avoid me when I'm around you!
Arata: It's okay, sis. I know why your upset and it's not your fault.
She paused in the middle of biting down on a rice ball.
Moriko: What do you know? You can't even transform yet! When I was your age I could clone myself with ease!
Arata: I can't help it if I'm not skilled like you sis, I'm cursed.
Moriko: No your not. If anyone in this village is cursed it's Naruto; even mom glares at him, Your both ignored by other. Why don't you play with him?
Arata: Are you kidding? His a prankster; I'm a good boy.
Moriko gave a slightly laugh and threw a rice ball at him and he moves quick to capture it clumsily.
Moriko: Anyways your not cursed and the proof is that mom's still around.
Arata: How's that?
Moriko: In my opinion to be cursed is to have a demon inside of you. In order for this to happen someone has to imprison the demon in a pregnant mother. This can only be done before birth. In doing so the demon drains the life force of the mother killing her as her child is born with the demon inside of it.
Arata: So then why do the other kids call me the cursed one?
Moriko: You’re not cursed, just sick. They say you’re cursed because your illness makes you weaker.
Arata: I'm not weak; I just have a low chakra control.
Moriko: So the doctor told you. That's true but it's because of your illness, it seems to mess with your chakra.
Arata: I still don't see why that matters, can't I train to increase my chakra.
Moriko: The more chakra you have the more it will feed. It eats as much as it can without killing you for if you die it dies.
Arata: Sis?
Moriko: What?
Arata: What exactly is it?
Moriko: Truth is noone knows. I think mom said dad had it but after ten years of killing every ANBU that has come at him I doubt it.
Arata looks down sadly.
Arata: But dad was a great ninja so maybe I can be to.
Moriko: No he wasn't! I can believe you still believe in such stories! If dad is so great why did he leave us?
Arata: Maybe he was trying to protect us. He was a great ninja why wouldn't he have enemies.
Moriko: Then why would it take them three years to find us?
Arata Maybe they didn't know where he lived until then.
Moriko: The village symbol is on the forehead protectors and even if it were true they would have destroyed the house anyways!
Arata: Your lying again.
Moriko: He abandoned us, Arata! He left because we're both a destras to the Kamo name He's a missing-nin, not a hero!
Arata: Shut up!!
Arata runs off to his room upstairs crying.
Moriko: You'll have to face the truth someday, little brother.
She sneaks off to go training.
Moriko walked home after training feeling still kind of mad but not as bad as before. A deep sigh escaped her lips; her mother would be home by now so she knew she would be in trouble. She looked up as she felt warmth on her face.
Moriko: Oh no! MOM! ARATA!
She runs in as she finds the house on fire.
Moriko: Mother! MOTHER!!!
She paused, her heart pounding fast as she heard her mother scream in pain. She looked into the living room to see that it was to late; her mother was burning alive and even if she could get her out she would still die.
Moriko: ‘I can’t waste time when she’s already lost. I must find Arata, it’s the way she would want it.’ Good-bye mom! I love you!
She runs around until she gets into the back yard to find him trapped in a circle of flaming derby.
Moriko: ARATA!!
Arata: Sis, where’s-mom?
Moriko: She’s lost! Now take my hand, quickly!
Moriko reaches into the flames and pulls him off. She exams him really quickly to see that his legs were badly burn.
Moriko: ‘He won’t be able to walk.’ Hang on! I’m going to carry you!
He moves him so that he was shielded by her arms and ran out into the front yard away from the flames and falls to her knees as she places him down.
Moriko: Arata, are you okay?
Arata: I’m sorry, sis. It was my fault. I started training in the back yard and my jutsu hit the back on accident. I won’t be a burden to you anymore I guess. Goodbye, sis. Even if you always lied about dad and yelled at me, I still love you.
Moriko: Arata? ARATA!!
She cries as she realizes he was dead. Suddenly she starts coughing. Gazing at the spot she coughs on and is felled with a mix of terror and relief.
Moriko: ‘Blood! So ends the Kamo children who could never live up to their clan name.’
She falls over and falls asleep as a scream reaches her ears.
A teenage girl with green pants that reached her knees, a plan white shirt and brown ankle boots was running out of the academy building for home. Her flaming red hair was in a ponytail that reached her waist and her brown eyes framed with glasses shinned with joy. Her fellow students all waved and smiled at her as she past by. Every once in a while one of them would give her a joyful “Happy birthday”. This was Kamo Moriko, a girl who as of that day was 13 who was training to be a ninja at the very top of her class. Most in the academy admired and respected her despite the fact that she wasn't much for strength but they didn't know about her father. She opens the door to the big house she lived in and was greeted by a small boy with brown hair with red highlights, which just barely touch his shoulders and green eyes. He wore blue shorts, a brown shirt and blue sandal like shoes.
Boy: Hi sis! What'd you learn today!
Moriko: Huh? Oh, hi Arata. Sorry, I have no time to talk; I just came to get a bite to eat before I go back out to training.
Arata: Can I come to?
Moriko: This is serious, Arata! I need to work hard to stay at the top! Last time I took you with me you almost burn the place down!
She runs off to the room to her left, which was a beautiful kitchen. A tall woman with flaming red hair that reached half way down her knees and green eyes looked at her and shook her head. She was wearing long brown pants, a black tank top and white shoes.
Moriko: Hi mom!
Moriko's mom: Moriko, did you forget your promise?
Moriko: My promise? I guess I did.
Her mother sighed.
Moriko's mom: You promised me you'd watched your brother why I go to work today. It's not easy for me to take care of you two with your father gone. I need to go, your snack is on the table.
She starts leaving the room but pauses at the doorway.
Moriko's mom: Oh, and honey, please, this time if he asked about your father don't say such bad things.
Moriko: But it's true! He's a cruel man who ran off and became a missing-nin just because I wasn't a true Kamo!
Moriko's mom: Moriko, please. It's all he has. You know none of the kids will play with him; they think he's cursed. Not to mention with you busy at the academy and me in working in the hospital he needs something to keep him going. Believing that his father was a good man does that and he was a good man.
Moriko: Yeah maybe to you before he left.
Her mother leaves and Moriko goes to her snack. Arata walks in and she couldn't help but snap.
Moriko: I hope you’re happy! Thanks to you I can't go training!
Arata: I can go with you.
Moriko: Not after last time! Plus all my friends avoid me when I'm around you!
Arata: It's okay, sis. I know why your upset and it's not your fault.
She paused in the middle of biting down on a rice ball.
Moriko: What do you know? You can't even transform yet! When I was your age I could clone myself with ease!
Arata: I can't help it if I'm not skilled like you sis, I'm cursed.
Moriko: No your not. If anyone in this village is cursed it's Naruto; even mom glares at him, Your both ignored by other. Why don't you play with him?
Arata: Are you kidding? His a prankster; I'm a good boy.
Moriko gave a slightly laugh and threw a rice ball at him and he moves quick to capture it clumsily.
Moriko: Anyways your not cursed and the proof is that mom's still around.
Arata: How's that?
Moriko: In my opinion to be cursed is to have a demon inside of you. In order for this to happen someone has to imprison the demon in a pregnant mother. This can only be done before birth. In doing so the demon drains the life force of the mother killing her as her child is born with the demon inside of it.
Arata: So then why do the other kids call me the cursed one?
Moriko: You’re not cursed, just sick. They say you’re cursed because your illness makes you weaker.
Arata: I'm not weak; I just have a low chakra control.
Moriko: So the doctor told you. That's true but it's because of your illness, it seems to mess with your chakra.
Arata: I still don't see why that matters, can't I train to increase my chakra.
Moriko: The more chakra you have the more it will feed. It eats as much as it can without killing you for if you die it dies.
Arata: Sis?
Moriko: What?
Arata: What exactly is it?
Moriko: Truth is noone knows. I think mom said dad had it but after ten years of killing every ANBU that has come at him I doubt it.
Arata looks down sadly.
Arata: But dad was a great ninja so maybe I can be to.
Moriko: No he wasn't! I can believe you still believe in such stories! If dad is so great why did he leave us?
Arata: Maybe he was trying to protect us. He was a great ninja why wouldn't he have enemies.
Moriko: Then why would it take them three years to find us?
Arata Maybe they didn't know where he lived until then.
Moriko: The village symbol is on the forehead protectors and even if it were true they would have destroyed the house anyways!
Arata: Your lying again.
Moriko: He abandoned us, Arata! He left because we're both a destras to the Kamo name He's a missing-nin, not a hero!
Arata: Shut up!!
Arata runs off to his room upstairs crying.
Moriko: You'll have to face the truth someday, little brother.
She sneaks off to go training.
Moriko walked home after training feeling still kind of mad but not as bad as before. A deep sigh escaped her lips; her mother would be home by now so she knew she would be in trouble. She looked up as she felt warmth on her face.
Moriko: Oh no! MOM! ARATA!
She runs in as she finds the house on fire.
Moriko: Mother! MOTHER!!!
She paused, her heart pounding fast as she heard her mother scream in pain. She looked into the living room to see that it was to late; her mother was burning alive and even if she could get her out she would still die.
Moriko: ‘I can’t waste time when she’s already lost. I must find Arata, it’s the way she would want it.’ Good-bye mom! I love you!
She runs around until she gets into the back yard to find him trapped in a circle of flaming derby.
Moriko: ARATA!!
Arata: Sis, where’s-mom?
Moriko: She’s lost! Now take my hand, quickly!
Moriko reaches into the flames and pulls him off. She exams him really quickly to see that his legs were badly burn.
Moriko: ‘He won’t be able to walk.’ Hang on! I’m going to carry you!
He moves him so that he was shielded by her arms and ran out into the front yard away from the flames and falls to her knees as she places him down.
Moriko: Arata, are you okay?
Arata: I’m sorry, sis. It was my fault. I started training in the back yard and my jutsu hit the back on accident. I won’t be a burden to you anymore I guess. Goodbye, sis. Even if you always lied about dad and yelled at me, I still love you.
Moriko: Arata? ARATA!!
She cries as she realizes he was dead. Suddenly she starts coughing. Gazing at the spot she coughs on and is felled with a mix of terror and relief.
Moriko: ‘Blood! So ends the Kamo children who could never live up to their clan name.’
She falls over and falls asleep as a scream reaches her ears.