Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dear Diary ❯ Akemi's Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Authors Notes:
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Events in this fanfiction occurs a little after the Shippuden series. The characters are all around their 20's so their appearances are of course different from when they were first presented, and when they were presented in the Shippuden period.
I tried my best to keep Gaara in character. Although I find it admirable that he turns soft in other fanfictions, I believe that it is out of character and I find it hard to grasp at some of the things that he says.
Thank you for choosing to read my fanfiction, and of course, your reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you.
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Background Information:
Just a little side note in case some people didn't know this about Gaara.
The symbol on his left, (our right), temple is the Kanji symbol for love. It is a reminder to himself that he loves himself and only himself, which is why his famous “catchphrase” is ji ai which is translated to `love myself'. Because Gaara's past is filled with so much hatred and sadness from his deceitful uncle and even his father, Gaara learned to trust no one and to love only himself.
Even the mother did not love Gaara! But because the village used Gaara and his mother as sacrifice for making a weapon, Gaara's mother wished that Gaara would hate everyone so that she could get revenge for what she did.
There is a small rumor that the gourd that Gaara uses actually has his mother sealed inside of it and he apparently even sometimes refers to the gourd as his mother. In this fanfiction, rather this rumor is true or false, this rumor is going to be true.
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About My Own Character Akemi:
If anyone remembers the flashback to Gaara's childhood where the kids were playing soccer and they accidentally kicked the ball on top of a cliff, he retrieved it for them out of kindness but because he was Gaara, they all ran away. Confused and hurt, Gaara didn't want to be alone and caught two of them with his sand, a boy and a girl. Then out of confusion his sand started to attack the girl only to be blocked by Gaara's uncle Yashamaru.
This story is based around that girl. Please enjoy. =)
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Regular text: Diary/Newspaper POV
Italic text: Regular POV
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Chapter 1: Akemi's Start
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Konoha News: December 14
Prodigy Murdered?
Yesterday Akemi, the town prodigy, was found dead on her kitchen floor. A knife covered in blood was found in Akemi's hand which police believe was used to stab her. Though the scene seemed as if it was a suicide, the neighbors' claim of what they heard had detectives puzzled. Neighbors claim that they heard screaming from her apartment which sounded like she was saying: “Get out of my sight you damn bastard! Stop with your bull shit, I don't want to hear it! Don't touch me anymore I swear I'll kill you.” Then minutes later, they finally heard her screaming, “Stop beating in my heart.” Police have yet to figure out what the meaning to this is. The most ironic event is that her body was found stabbed on each eye, ear and hands, and chest. Another damage to Akemi's body were her finger tips; every single finger was melted to a point that her fingerprints would not be able to be recognized
Also in her apartment was an infant, no more than 6 months old also dead, but this child was not stabbed like his mother, instead the child's throat was ripped out. With a closer look, detectives see that whoever did this to the child used their hands.
None of the neighbors or friends of Akemi ever claimed that Akemi had a child. But after blood tests were run it was clear that Akemi was in fact the mother to this child. Not even her parents knew about the birth of child and are wondering who the father may be.
So far with the evidence that police have, they believe that a murderer tried to kill the child first, but on mother's instinct Akemi saved the child with her own life. Without any weapons left, the killer took matters into their own hands and killed the child with their bare hands. A further investigation will be made of perhaps why the killer wanted the baby dead causing the mother to die as well.
We have yet to find the father of the infant.
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Mitsayo tried to leave the scene unseen by anyone. When she finally reached her home, she locked the house door immediately and ran up the stairs to her room. Her mother tried to stop her along the way, trying to ask her a question, but she ignored her mother. Once in her room she locked the door again, and leaned against the door out of breathe. Her eyes were a mixture of panic and weariness; the run from Akemi's house to hers was a long one. After a minute of hard breathing, she finally calmed down. She unzipped her coat and pulled out what she was trying to hide this entire time: Akemi's diary.
With police everywhere, Mitsayo had a hard time trying to get the diary out without anyone noticing. She smiled lovingly at the diary, It was the last thing that Mitsayo had that could possibly connect her back to her lost friend. She flipped through the diary from the first entry to the last entry and noticed the drastic change in handwriting. The first couple of entries were neat with beautiful cursive handwriting, but like a flip book the entries slowly started to get messy and illegible. Finally the last couple of pages were nothing but scribbles that Mitsayo definitely could not read and were filled with blood. Confused, Mitsayo wanted to know what was going on, this diary could possibly have the answers that the police were not able to answer.
Everyone wanted to know how such a sweet and beautiful girl could have gotten murdered… She was a role model to many scholars, a saint to those who have lost their way, and a friend to everyone. No one would have expected this to happen.
So…
Mitsayo started to read out loud…
“September seventeenth… I'm not sure how long he's been there…” Mitsayo's narration starts to disappear and is replaced by Akemi's voice.
September 17
I'm not sure how long he's been there watching me… observing me. But he's been there as long as I can remember. I was scared at first, but then after a while I became so accustomed to it that I didn't mind. My friends were still scared of him. I would tell them not to mind him, but they still do. It didn't matter what I was doing. He always starred at me intently with those green eyes. I can pretend to notice him, and he would still stare at me. I can completely ignore him and he'll still stare at me in the same manner. I once tried to talk to him, but all he did was stare at me; his arms crossed in front of him, his face never changed, it almost seemed like it was a mask, I thought it was at first.
I wasn't sure how long this game would continue on. I didn't like playing it, but he gave me no choice. I couldn't tell the others in the village that he was bothering me because technically, he wasn't. All he did do was stare; he was smart. But I was proved wrong; soon he stopped playing games with me and finally got serious.
How have you been doing diary? I haven't written in you ever since I was 15. It's been 5 years since then. I'm sure that you are curious as to where I have been all this time and why I am not writing what happened before now and who this green eyed mystery man is. Truthfully, I forgot all about you diary. It was only yesterday that I found you again. It's good to look back at it years from then. But…right now I need to get my thought out, a lot of things have happened to me diary.
I'll tell you tomorrow. Right now I have to put Kunio to bed, It's time like these that I wish that mom was here. She'd know what to do with him. But I guess I have to be a big girl and take care of him ne?
September 18
Kunio is a handful, and he's so gross… but I guess that's why I love him. That, and the fact that doesn't know any better. After all, he's only 5 months old; he still needs his mother's milk. I wish mom was here, she'd be able to help out in that matter. Well Diary, I promised you a story, so I'll give you a story you will never forget. It's been years since I have been able to write in you. Time has really gone by since then.
The Green eyed mystery I was telling you about yesterday, his name was Gaara. But trust me; it took me a lot longer to get his name out of him than writing it down in you, a lot longer. It began about three years ago then I was 18. I was just finishing school in our local village. As usual, I was top of the class; straight A's in all of my subjects, scoring the highest on the national tests. I'm pretty sure that that is how he actually found me to begin with. It's strange how I remember these events two years ago, and not what I had for breakfast the other day.
I was making my way home. There were many ninjas along the streets. They barely stimulated me, I could care less about them. If they wanted to grow up to be cold hearted killers, then let them. But it was people like me that had to fund them for all the troubles that they were causing. Scratch that, I hated ninjas. They gave man-kind a bad name. Such cute little boys and girls should learn to grow up to be responsible adults, not fighting machines. It's strange that one of the strongest village villagers would be saying such a thing. The other Leaf Villagers would not approve of my opinions, that's why I keep it quiet and always pretended to be interested in the ninjas and all their techniques.
That was a curse that I had, my high tolerance. I was a saint of some sort in the village. My intelligence, high tolerance, looks, and to top it all off, I was able to protect myself against most dangers. I didn't want to be one of the damsels in distress, I'd much rather rescue myself. They thought that my name fit me too well, Akemi, bright and beautiful.
Like I was saying, I was on my way home, when I spotted a boy around my age with bright red hair and piercing green eyes. That partially startled me; I've never seen him in our village or seen anyone with such piercing green eyes. He looked bored. He had his back against the brick building with his arms crossed. I didn't know if he was a ninja or not. But then I saw the forehead protector that everyone wore so proudly, he was one of them, a ninja, disgusting. Except his forehead protector looked different from our village's. I only looked at him for a second and kept walking.
Just as I passed him, I could have sworn that he was watching me. I stopped and turned back to look at him, this time making it obvious that I was starring at him. When I looked at him, he wasn't looking back at me; instead he was starring right in front of him. Was I seeing things? Then he turned his head and starred at me with his eyes.
`What do you want?' It seemed that the eyes were talking to me. I only faltered for less than a second and I starred right back at him. I didn't want to give him a first bad impression and I smiled my genuine smile indirectly saying: hello. He didn't return the gesture to me. He still had that cold look in his eyes and then looked back to whatever was in front of him. How rude of him to just ignore me like that! It wasn't like there was something I could do about it, and I just continued on my way back home.
The entire time, I could have sworn I felt eyes on me.
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That same night while I was doing my homework, I felt that same presence again. I looked around my room but there was no one here. I shook it off and continued doing my work. It wouldn't go away and the feeling started scaring me. I looked around my room one more time, there was nothing here, I even checked the ceilings. My own imagination starting scaring me so I decided to do my work in the kitchen. I finished it, even with the uneasy feeling of still being watched. I was prepared to be attacked at any moment now. I had a kitchen knife concealed under my shorts. After all, I live in a town that is full of sly ninjas; being attacked was a very common thing around here.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
That definitely surprised me. I almost fell out of my seat when I heard that loud knock from the eerie silence. My first thoughts were that my attacker wanted to attack me head on. I walked to the door slowly, prolonging the event. I turned the knob slowly and opened the door slowly hoping to get a peak at who was there.
“HELLO!!!” The door burst suddenly and I was knocked down onto my ass. That was unexpected. I looked up to see Mitsayo. Mitsayo had piercing blue eyes and auburn hair, she was around 5'6”; my height. She always had that innocent look in her eyes, they were very deceiving.
After a couple of exchanges of words, Mitsayo and I went to town together. She said that she wanted to get some food but didn't want to eat alone. I decided to join her since I didn't have anything to eat yet. We made small talk along the way, how her family was and gossips at school. She asked me about my parents and I told them that they were doing fine. Mitsayo still didn't like the fact that my parents made me come to the village alone where I could study. Even though I tell her countless times that my family didn't have enough money to have us all live here, she still hates it that I have to live alone under no ones protection; she forgets who she is talking to.
“But don't you miss them?”
“We write to each other countless times, so we are fine.”
“That's not what I mean…” Mitsayo dropped the subject after that. We made it to the restaurant and ordered our food. During dinner we went back to talking on happier topics. After dinner Mitsayo said that she wanted to get some ice cream so we walked on towards the ice cream shop.
This is where everything changed.
“Akemi… who is that guy?” Of course at that time I had no idea who she was talking about. When I asked her she had a confused look on her face. She silently indicated that there was someone behind me. I slowly looked behind me and while I turned my head I noticed that eerie feeling was back. There, leaning against the wall was the boy earlier today. He was in the same position as he was earlier; arms crossed, bored look in his eyes, looking straight ahead.
“Mitsayo, he's just standing there, there is nothing wrong with that.” I was even lying to myself, I knew that he was had been watching me. “That's not it Akemi, he was even at the restaurant, he was starring at you the entire time. I tried to ignore it but…he just wouldn't stop starring, who is he?”
I couldn't give her an answer; I couldn't even give myself an answer. I didn't know… I looked at him hoping that he'd make eye contact, he didn't. I needed to get this charade over with. I walked up to him and waited for him to look at me. He still looked in front of him. The only thought that was running through my head was: `if you want to say something, say it to my face.' I wasn't sure how to approach him.
“Umm… excuse me… my friend couldn't help but notice that you have been starring at me the entire time at the restaurant…can I help you?” Korny I know. But I didn't want to charge right at him and start yelling at him. That would have just been plain out rude. He still didn't respond. I was starting to lose my patience with this one. I was about to ask him a bit more aggressively if he planned on saying anything to me when he suddenly started glaring at me. It was the deadliest glare I had even seen. What was scarier was the fact that his face never changed, he just averted his eyes right at me. His eyes sent shivers up my spine. I took a step back; I have never been scared by just looking at a person.
Taking one more look at him I spun around and walked back to Mitsayo. She must have seen just how scared I was and she walked away with me at the same fast pace. Mitsayo and I forgot the event ever happened. We went on with our lives, at least I hoped so. Everywhere I turned I could still feel his gaze on me. I knew I was either being very paranoid or he was still watching me. My hopes were that I was just being paranoid.
Once in a while when I was walking through the town I felt his gaze on me and I continuously looked behind me, nothing. It didn't end there though diary, I felt him watching me no matter where I was. I could be reading a book or eating lunch and he'd still be watching me. Did it scare me? Of course it did, but I was more curious than I was scared. Throughout the entire time I remained calm. I pretended that I didn't notice anything, that I was oblivious to my surroundings. In a way I was treating him like a lab rat that I was experimenting on. I had many different hypothesis of this experiment. The first one being that he was waiting for me to do something and would continue to watch until I did that something he wanted to see. My second hypothesis was that he was curious about my behavior and would continue to watch me until he was satisfied with what he saw.
So that was what I did for a couple of weeks. I let him watch me. I carried on with my normal life as he watched. Sometimes his face was in the crowd and I could see him starring at me and at the same time not starring at me. Then sometimes when it was night, I felt his presence but I couldn't see him. Mitsayo and the others always asked me who he was the man that was starring at me. My answer always varied. Sometimes I told them that he was no one or sometimes I'd say he was my lab rat. They were all worried for me but I knew how to take care of myself. Unfortunately…the whole game of me ignoring him and him watching me was starting to get very old. At first it was tolerable, but then it became a nuisance.
Usually, people who are paranoid go insane. That's because they lack intelligence. They believe that if they ignore it long enough, it will go away eventually. I know the truth and obviously that method does not work. I had to confront him head on. I walked on away from the crowd and towards the woods. When I saw nothing but green around me I called for him, `come out please, I know you have been watching me. I'd like to talk to you.'
He was here I was able to tell. I looked around me and I didn't see him. I tried calling him again. No luck. Now I was mad.
“What do you want from me? You're always watching me. I can feel you watching me: when I'm in my room, or the bathroom, even the shower. Do you think I'm something nice thing you can watch ya little creep? Show me you're face!”
Still nothing…
Eventually I gave up after trying calling for him for 10 minutes. I tried all different ways to get his attention. First I tried asking him to come out, then I got mad, then I tried using reverse psychology. Nothing, nothing…nothing. I eventually stomped out of the forest I would have been in a slightly better mood if I haven't felt his presence around me from the beginning to the end and even as I went out of the forest.
I asked Mitsayo to go out with me that night. It doesn't really seem much to get angry over Diary, but it really was a lot to me. A man has been watching me, stalking me, and even after I told him to come out he refused. I haven't seen his face all day today; he was hiding from me. Smart move, if I had seen his face once I'd have sliced it open even if I had to use my bare hands. Mitsayo didn't understand why I wanted to go out but she went with my anyways. She knew I was mad and she kept her distance and kept quiet.
We walked in silence, we ate in silence, and she helped me in silence. I wanted her to help me get my mind off of my stalker but the silence only increased the memories and with each and every waking moment I grew angrier and angrier. After our dinner we walked out of the restaurant and I let my feet carry me wherever they wanted to go. Mitsayo was trying to be a good friend and she just stayed close by me giving me a concerned look.
“AKEMI!!” Mitsayo called out to me. I spun around and I only got a glimpse of it, a shuriken and sand in mid-air right in front of my face. What had happened? Mitsayo ran to my side immediately. She looked so worried, what did I just miss? That's when I noticed the shuriken right by my left foot, was that always there? And why was there sand right in front of my face? What had just happened?
“Are you ok Akemi?” Mitsayo was so shaken, the last time I've seen her talk like this was when her brother was almost killed. Was I about to die? I kept looking back from the shuriken to Mitsayo, figuring that that had something to do with Mitsayo's fear. That's when I saw him again. My stalker, why was he still there? Didn't he have anything better to do? Christ.
“Oi!” I turned around. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was that boy from my school, Naruto. He came running to me and Mitsayo. What was he doing here? Great, more to my confusion. “Ne, ne, you guys ok?” He came to us with a one hand scratching his head and a shaky smile, guilt was written all over him.
“You fucking dumbass, you almost killed her!” He stopped dead in his tracks, the guilt was definitely consuming him now. “You're lucky that, that that man over there used his sand jutsu to stop the shuriken, or it was going to go right into Akemi's skull! I still don't understand how you passed your chunin exam you dumbass”
My stalker… saved me? I looked right back at where he was standing, nothing. There was nothing there, no one standing against there with a cold look in his eyes. He was gone the one time I wanted to see him. Was he my guardian angel? The images I had in my head of a guardian angel with cute wings and holy light were suddenly replaced by… that thing on the wall. It sent a small shiver down my spin.
So that was what had happened. While Mitsayo and I were walking back home Naruto's shuriken almost hit my square on the head. Mitsayo obviously yelled hoping that I would dodge in time, unfortunately there are some things that I couldn't handle. Then of course, my stalker decided that he would save me. So I was guessing that was one of his special jutsus: sand.
Naruto gave a small growl making me come back from my train of thought. “Mitsayo, I already said that I was sorry, what more do you want?”
“You fucking prick, that could have killed her, what were you going to say if she was actually dead? I'm REALLY sorry?”
“The point is she's fine now! I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it,” Naruto spat back.
“The point is….” The two of them went on for a long time. They always did that, and I learned how to tone them both out, even with their annoying voices. I saw my stalker in a new light now. I now knew that he wasn't trying to kill me anymore, much to my relief. But then… what did he want from me? Or maybe I was looking at this all the wrong way. Maybe he didn't want Naruto to kill me… because HE wanted to kill me instead? Did guardian angels really exist? I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. If there was the small chance that he liked me, he should have come up to me like any regular guy and ask me out, I might have said yes.
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I didn't fall asleep easy that night. I had so many thoughts in my head; I was trying to figure out what this man's motive was. I still couldn't tell. So far the only hypothesis that I could come up with was the fact that this man was actually mentally challenged and the only physical deformity were his eyes. He wanted to smile at me but couldn't muster a real smile because he couldn't.
Who was I kidding? I knew that wasn't the reason why, but it was funny trying to imagine if that really was the case. I kept tossing and turning, the images of him possibly being a stalker. After running that through my head over 20 times, I tried to look at it from a different approach. Perhaps he was my guardian angel? Someone to protect me. Slowly I started to like this side of Green Eye more. I started to create him to be a guardian in my head and I loved it.
He seemed to look much better; what I saw as a bewildering man, was now a handsome mysterious man. I believed that I was too hard on him, after all he saved my life today. I promised myself that I would go into the forest again and try to thank him for what he did. The images of him being my guardian angel put me at ease. I was comfortable with letting my guard down and I went to bed easily dreaming of a certain green-eyed mystery man.
I promised myself that night that in the morning morning, when the crack of sunshine shone on the house, I would immediately leave for the forest. But a problem still remained: how would I get him out of his hiding? Previous attempts of me trying to ask him nicely still didn't work. I needed to show green-eyes that I only wanted to thank him.
I don't know what I was thinking diary, I think I went stupid for five seconds, but it was during those five seconds I thought of the worst idea ever. Of course at that time I thought it would be a great idea, but thinking back to it now… I want to know what I was thinking.
End Chapter 1~
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Next Time on Dear Diary: Chapter 2: Akemi's Quests
I hope everyone likes my first chapter. ;) More to come. Please review and tell me if you like it or not!
~AmayaRainStorm