Naruto Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Of Alchemists and Shinobi: The Broken Law ❯ Log 1/Resembool ( Chapter 11 )

 

Ch. 11: Log 1 (Naruto)/ Resembool(Mallory)

 

“Once upon a time ago, I was loved, I just know I was; I just can't remember when that time was. I also know that I have parents, somewhere; I just don't know who they are or where they are. The other day, I heard a song playing on a radio that was the soundtrack to my life; I can remember the words perfectly;

 

“Well if you wanted honesty, That's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way. For all the dirty looks, For photographs your boyfriend took, Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay.”

As I look in this mirror I don't see Uzumaki Naruto, hyperactive child attending Ninja Academy to become Hokage…

 

“You wear me out. What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but still don't know what it means To be a joke and look
Another line without a hook I held you close as we both shook for the last time Take a good hard look!
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
You wear me out.”

 

I see Uzumaki Naruto, demon child scorned and hated by all. This Naruto is never happy and acts like an idiot to try and make friends; he's failed so far.

 

“Forget about the dirty looks The photographs your boyfriend took You say you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay.
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me Because I'm telling you the truth I mean this, I'm okay!”

 

People think that they know everything about me, but they're wrong. They think that I'm a demon, that I'm stupid, and that I'm a miscreant; they're all wrong. I am a student of the ninja, and I'm going to become Hokage, whether they like it or not.

 

“(Trust me.)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)”

 

Yes, I'm actually singing these words as I write down these thoughts. So far in my life, there are only three people who have ever even attempted to look beneath the mask that I wear; Hokage-sama, Ryuichi-san, and Elric-san. Even throughout all of these distorted reflections in my life; one thing is absolute; I will protect these important people no matter the cause, even if it's death. Sorry journal, but I need to stop writing now; I need to go get changed so that I'm not that late to school, and also it's Elric-san's first day, so I need to show him where the academy is. I wonder if he'll be as good as I am? Oh crap, the ramen's burning now I really have to stop writing.”

 

Naruto ran into the kitchen to turn off the boiler to find that it was already turned off; and that the ramen was gone. What he did see was Ed sitting at Naruto's moderately small table eating a bowl of instant ramen; miso ramen, the kind that Naruto was cooking before he left to go write.

 

“What are doing?” exasperatedly asked Naruto.

 

“Eating,” replied Ed, mouth filled with noodles.

 

“But you're eating the ramen that I was cooking!” moaned Naruto. “Now I have to wait even more time to enjoy my breakfast of rameny goodness!” lamented Naruto rather emotionally.

 

“Naruto, look at your spot at the table,” blatantly said Ed, swallowing the noodles that were in his mouth. His eyes traveled over to where he customarily sat; and they landed on a bowl of instant ramen!

 

“Thank you so much Elric!” sobbed Naruto out of happiness.

 

“Cut the sound effects and over dramatics Naruto, you're giving me a headache,” requested Ed, closing his eyes for five seconds. When he opened them Naruto was nowhere to be seen and the bowl of ramen was empty. “What…the hell?” asked Ed, awed at how fast Naruto devoured the ramen.

 

Naruto had almost literally inhaled his ramen and rushed back into his room to change; seeing that his roommate was already ready to go. He quickly made his bed, placed his nightcap on the pillow, and changed into the only spare clothing he had. His favorite green jumpsuit had been completely torn apart from yesterday; when several chuunin beat him to near death before someone chased them off, who, Naruto did not know.

 

`I need to go buy another, but I need to wait until I get hired for an oddjob, and the last time I've been hired was a month ago, and that was to paint an entire house for only ten ryo. Maybe I could ask Ed to borrow some of his…' thought Naruto. Before he bounded out of his room, he hid his journal in his special spot, a trick safe hidden beneath his dresser; it looked like regular floorboards, but when knocked upon in quick succession in a precise pattern, the boards popped up. He slowly gazed upon his hoard; a ring that the Hokage had given him for his sixth birthday, a faded picture of the Yondaime, his idol, and another photograph, but of a woman in her twenties; the Hokage had given this to him and told him it was his mother when she was younger. Naruto gently placed the tattered journal and bitten, dull tipped pencil back in its place of residence and resealed the spot. He then bounded out of his room to meet a scowling Edward.

 

“It's about time Uzumaki, and what's up with the clothes; they're not as annoying as usual?” teased Ed. He thought he saw a faint glimmer of sadness in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced with the usual mischievousness as usual.

 

“I decided to change my style,” grinned Naruto.

 

The two then walked out of the door and to academy.

 

 

Mallory felt her grip instinctively tighten as she caught hold of something. Her senses couldn't pick up what that something was due to the fright of almost being killed. Her hearing picked up some garbled sound that sounded somewhat similar to speech and felt something else grabbing back at her. Mallory became terrified at the notion of rocks grabbing back at her, so she opened her eyes.

 

Instantly her eyes became filled with the auras of every single object around her. She could make out the water, herself, the rocks, and what was grabbing her. The thing had an aura of a bright aquamrine hue. Mallory tried to gasp, but she inhaled frigid rushing water instead of air.

 

Over the years of using her special eyesight, she had discovered a classification system of auras; inanimate objects had a hue of a dull grey or black, plants had either light gray, brown, or dark hues, simple-minded animals had auras of slightly dark to slightly light colors, depending on their intelligences, and humans all had bright hues. She knew that each color meant a different human emotion, but she wasn't able to classify those.

She started to feel faint; she had inhaled too much water, had almost no physical strength left, and most of the remainder of that strength was being drained by her sight, which she dubbed as her “aura awakening.” Before she lost consciousness, however, one thought pulsed through her mind;

 

`Brother, I'm sorry; I failed you.'

 

 

She was awakened by a loud whining sound. Mallory bolted up, immediately using her enhanced senses to pick up what exactly was near her. She felt a springy mattress beneath her, a warm, fuzzy comforter over her, and she heard the whines; the whines of baby, which were quickly replaced by that of a faint suckling sound.

 

“Shh, don't cry,” whispered a voice. It was gentle and comforting, like a mother's voice. “I'm sorry, did he wake you?” She asked, her voice like a gentle caress on her confused mind.

 

“No, I woke by myself,” replied Mallory softly.

 

“I hope you're alright; Winry found you drowning in the river, she said that you had a fever and that you should rest for awhile,” sweetly informed the girl, implying that she needed rest.

 

Mallory picked up the creak of a door being opened and floorboards creaking under a weight, most likely that of a petite human.

 

“So she's up?” asked the newcomer, with a tone not as gentle as the first one.

 

“Yes, she just awoke,” replied the mother. The suckling of the baby then gradually began to slow down. More floorboards creaked as the newcomer walked over to where Mallory was and sat down on the mattress, causing Mallory to rise slightly and then fall.

 

“I am Winry, and that's Rose and her infant child, Jalill. Welcome to Resembool.”