Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ The decapitated man ( Chapter 5 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Nara Azarni's body filled with wonder, shock, and most of all; fear. Just was this thing she found? Just seconds before, the living arm she found unburied something that started blurting out words.

“Oh my,” the girl gasped with her hands almost covering her mouth. Suddenly the white blur below turned, and yelled, “Huh, what was that?”

Azarni now knew that enough was enough. The hairs on the back of her back stood straight up, as she tried to scurry away though falling back on her butt in the process. “Oh my gosh,” she exclaimed. “It's a gigantic, living hairball!”

“Hair ball? What the heck, I am not a hairball! Who's up there,” yelled the thing bellow. After a few seconds of silence, the thing asked again.” Well?”

Azarni slowly crept forward a few inches on her knees, and probably was deciding whether she should reply to the thing's question or not. With a bold face, she replied.

“Just what are you then?”

“Get me out of here, and I'll tell you,” the thing said wiggling around. Looking down at the thing now closely, Azarni almost giggled about how funny it looked, but did not dare to let out a peep. Leaning over the deep whole's edge, she stared at it a good few moments before answering once again.

“How do I know you won't hurt me, Mr. Hairball?” Under the ball of tangled fluff, she could actually see something turning a bright red, as it roared, “I'm not a hairball!”

“Then tell me, what are you,” Azarni said with frustration in her voice herself. She could then hear the thing sigh, as if giving up.

“I'm not a hairball, I'm a head. Get that little girl I am a head! A decapitated, living, old head,” it yelled up to her. The Nara girl was then dumb struck. What was the thing crazy? When a head is decapitated, the person dies.

“You can't be a head, how would you still be alive? A person dies when their head is cut off.”

“Do you think I was born yesterday, of course know that,” it snorted.

“Well then, how are you still alive then Mr. Decapitated? Moreover, you are calling me a little girl when I am a young lady of 15. You do not sound all that much older than I do, so why are you acting as if you are an old grandpa.”

`G-grandpa, you are calling me one of those small, fragile, wrinkled, weak people? W-why you, oh never mind! I am an immortal man of a gifted race, and serve the great god Jashin-Sama, and a member of the Akatsuki.”

“Akatsuki, what on earth is that?” the girl asked as she slowly climbed down into the pit, and knelt down to the head's level.

“Just come down here and get me out of here, that doesn't really matter,” he yelled.

“Um, hello, I'm right here,” Azarni said rather annoyed as she put her right hand over her ear, and picked the head up with the other.

“Hey, hey, hey don't pick me up by my hair! Man you're just like Kukuzu, picking me up by the hair,” he yelled. The girl then retaliating to this dropped him and crossed her arms with a pouting face playing.

“What was that for,” it yelled once again.

“First off, you're hurting me ears from yelling to much, if you don't top I'll throw you against something hard. Another thing, what am I suppose to hold on but your hair. You're covered in hair everywhere!”

“That's because I've been buried here for years, what would you expect. It is not like I can shave or cut my hair when I was buried. Get the hair out of my eyes would you?”

“Fine,” she grumbled as she tried untangling the long main. After a good ten minutes, she at least got the hair out of the way of his nose and eyes. His eyes were a beautiful crimson, which she might have commented aloud if it were not for the sharp look, he gave her.

“Are you albino,” she asked with curiosity in her voice. He did not answer, but frowned at her as he looked over her. “Hey, I asked you a question, and why are you looking at me like that?”

“Who are you,” he asked suddenly with a bit of interest. The girl looked at him blankly for a second before saying, “Nara Azarni.”

“Nara, you're a Nara,” He yelled once again.

“Hey, didn't I say no more yelled,” she yelled back.

“I hate the Nara clan, Nara Shikamaru was the one who put me into this dang whole! Who are you to him,” Hidan demanded.

“Look here Mr. Decapitated one, that Shikamaru fellow is like my great, great, great, great, great uncle. I've never met him, he died like 200 years ago.”

“200 years ago huh, it's been that long since I was put in here,” he said deep in thought. Azarni started to think herself a bit over the whole mess she discovered that day. It was only about five minutes later, that Azarni's eyes widened as she stood to her feet.

Pointing at the head, she asked, “Does this mean you're over 200 years old.“

“Yes, yes it does little lady,” he said sighing of annoyance. “Just help me find the rest of my body would you.”