Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Alien Angel ❯ If I Weren't As Broken As You Part 1 ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I do not own Naruto, or any of its original characters, They are property of Masashi Kishimoto. Lyrics are part of ‘Alien Angel’ by 3, on their album Wake Pig. It is also found on the Metal Blade Summer 2006 sampler.

My question remained unanswered, what with the boy so intent on dragging me deeper and deeper into town. We had already passed into the area that had buildings, and as we progressed past the empty warehouses and leaning apartment complexes, the structures grew in both size and value. In pained awe, I leaned back, forgetting for a moment the firm grip on my wrist. Awe over such a district as this, with its multistoried buildings and its perfectly groomed lawns that stretched out in all directions. But alas, I had been spared all morning from having my injured side pressured upon. Now I felt it throbbing as I was hauled along, a result of my lagging pace as I stared at my surroundings. I held my face impassive against the wonder inside as I let myself be towed into an even richer area of town, remembering to keep up my pace. It was best not to resist lest something worse happen. I could tell just by looking into the black-haired boy’s eyes that he wouldn’t relent, and that I was going where he wanted me to whether I liked it or not.
I had learned years ago that resistance is only more cause for pain. If you bowed your head and took it, whoever it was that tormented you would soon go away for lack of sport. Of course, that method didn’t always work. I had enough scars to prove it.
I felt the grip on my wrist grow tighter for a moment before stifling a gasp of pain when I was jerked in a different direction. I had gotten lost in my thoughts again. Now I was being pulled towards a set of tall, cast iron gates and only had time to gape at what I saw.
The gleaming metal reflected the suns rays back towards the heavens and cast a barred shadow across the graveled path that led through. Beyond them rested an imposing structure that hulked over its foundation with a certain regal air. It encompassed an area greater than any other building within sight, its terraces lined with towering pillars supporting railed balconies several stories above. Cultured gardens wound their way around it in magnificent growths of foliage and carefully planned beds of vivid flowers, between them laced walkways blended in under delicate arches of trellised flowering vines. Casual loops of blooming plants were intertwined over each other as they climbed the gray stone in search of the sun above.
A slight tug on my wrist brought me back to my senses and I realized that I stood there, gaping, my jaw slack and my eyes wide as I stared at the mansion that loomed before me. I shut my mouth with the click of teeth and turned my head to look at my captor. His black eyes were glittering with something almost menacing and a corner of his mouth was pulled up in a superior smirk as he seemed to gloat.
“So, you little street rat. Thinking you’re going to like your new home?” came the condescending voice. My eyes widened again and I tried to pull back, not liking at all where this one-sided conversation was going. His nails bit into the flesh of my wrist as he jerked me closer, his bangs swaying as he dipped his head towards me dangerously.
“Think again, bitch. I’m going to make you miserable. I know exactly who you are. You’re my fucking slave. You’re going to live through hell in this house, just like I had to. After all, somebody’s got to take my place.” I blinked at him, wondering where he got the notion to abduct me and make me his slave. I didn’t have much time to figure it out, for he dragged me over to the gates and fished a small remote from one pocket. He pressed the black button at its center and it clicked smartly, the gates swinging inwards silently at its command.
I really had no other choice but to follow him, really. I knew what could happen if I didn’t heed him. I was lucky, being one of the few street urchins to survive a maiming or two, but that didn’t mean I’d make it through another one. Just looking into the empty eyes, I understood that I was at risk for far more than a simple beating if I protested.
We made our way up the path, the silver haired man now lagging far behind. As we neared the mansion, I began to notice a few things that were off. It seemed empty, almost. Looking closely, I could see that the garden was not as perfect as I had first thought. Flowers grew outside of the margins of beds, bushes were large and untrimmed, the grass was longish and there were a few arrant weeds poking defiantly through the tall stems.
At an even closer inspection, I now noticed that the paint on the shutters was flaked and the wood itself was beginning to warp. The stones that made the mansion were gray and chipped in places, shingles were broken, and even missing in places. How had such an elegant home fared so poorly in such a rich neighborhood? Yet even with such signs of mismanagement, it remained the most beautiful structure I had yet to see.
But standing before the great wooden doors, I began to feel a chill along my skin, a sudden curdling of my stomach. I felt small and insignificant as I had never before. Even underneath the soaring tiers of the abandoned stadium, never had I felt so small compared to something. The goose bumps blossomed across my body as it sat there like some beast, ready to open its maw and suck me in forever, never to find my way out again. I was going to disappear inside and the only ones who would ever know were this arrogant rich boy and his lazy guardian. All of a sudden, it was no longer magnificent. It was no longer a beautiful thing, but a hulking gray structure intending to drink my body like wine, my soul an appetizer. The dark stone seemed to loom closer, invading my vision and swirling into an undefined blurry mass circling about the foreboding entrance. My heart grew leaden within my chest, my breath rapid and panicked.
I tried to jerk away from the ebon haired boy‘s grip, my eyes wide and trying to get away from the image burned into my retinas. Useless as it was, I yanked and pulled to try to rid myself of his iron grip. He seemed slightly taken aback by my sudden panic, having to grab my other arm and hold me close to his body to keep me from struggling free. Without hesitating, he threw open a door and dragged me inside, the light of the doorway narrowing down to a small gap as they shut with the sound of a heavy tome closing.

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Thanks for reading this and all. I really appreciate it. Maybe I can get some reveiws, ne?