Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Angel ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Prologue

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. All I own is Haruko Myashi.

 

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A 7-year-old girl with silvery blue hair crashed against the wall. She looked up; her impossibly blue eyes stared up pitifully towards a tall figure.

 

“Please, don't hurt me.”

 

A cruel laugh rang down the empty hallway. “Weak brat. I should have known, Oruchimaru was right. Listen, I'm your trainer now. I'll be making sure your jutsus are perfected.” Fingers slid under her chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look up to her captor's cold eyes. “You will become cold-hearted, master of the arts of silent killing, and become the most powerful member of the Akatsuki Organization. I'll make sure of it.”

 

He captor left, leaving the girl alone. She stood up, her white outfit covered in specks of blood. She walked out of the hallway, groaning at every step taken. She walked until she bumped into a boy a little older then herself. She lifted her head, and met her blue eyes to his red ones.

 

“Who are you?” Her voice was a mere soft whisper.

 

“Hiwatari Kai.” His voice sounded tired but was full of stubbornness, refusing to show it. His blue hair swayed slightly in the drift of the gentle breeze along with hers. “There are hardly any girls in the abbey. Why are you here?”

 

She flinched at the mentioning of the place. “I don't know…I was just brought here, by force. I don't why.”

 

“What's your name?” Kai's voice softened slightly.

 

“Myashi Haruko.”

 

“Lost, are you?”

 

“No.”

 

“A girl has to have an extraordinary talent to be brought here.”

 

“I come from a long line of ninjas. I guess I have a bloodline trait. But sometimes I ask myself why do I have to carry the gift like a curse. Why me? So, why are you here?”

“Grandfather runs this hell.”

 

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

 

“I'll see you around.”

 

Like that, he turned around and walked away from her. They went their separate ways, walking into yet another room of despair.

 

Haruko walked into the room her trainer had told her to meet him in. He was already there, waiting for her.

 

“It's about time you got here.” Now, about your skills, I can't really teach you anything, so we hired a person who has a similar bloodline. Uchiha Itachi, enter.

 

A man wearing a black cloak and a metallic headband entered. The other trainer has left the room, leaving the two.

 

“To start, we must activate your bloodline limit. To do that, you must understand it. The Myashi bloodline trait was the first bloodline to appear, and the first to perish. It was rumored to be able to copy other bloodlines. However, it is strange that you are a member of this clan; many people have thought it has been hunted to extinction.” Itachi suddenly grasped Haruko's neck and dragged her to the window. He opened it and threw her out. They were on the 21st floor of the building, and to fall would mean certain death.

 

“Use your bloodline limit, girl!” A harsh comment reached the ears of the bluette. She was falling, falling, falling…but the impact never came. When she opened her eyes, a pair of pure white wings surrounded her protectively. She flew up, to her trainer and landed in the room.

 

Itachi had a smirk on his face. “So there's more to the mighty Myashi clan than they say there is. Interesting. But of course, that's what you have to expect from the most fearsome clan in the ninja world.”

 

“All that power, mine…?”

 

“Now that's what I like, talks about power. Let's get started.” Itachi stated.

 

And like that, Haruko actually started to like the abbey. Itachi taught her forbidden jutsus from every element. From Kage Bunshin to the Kinjutsu Kanton Lake of Fire. She was given assassination missions to harden her, and soon her mask of innocence was buried. Even though, she always carried out clean kills. She was not bloodthirsty, just power thirsty. Itachi had taught her how to use her bloodline trait to copy and master other bloodlines starting with his Sharingan. In about 4 months, she learnt how to use the Mange-Sharingan and to copy and see through jutsus. Then slowly, she mastered the Kekkei Genkei from an assassination of Haku and then the Byakungan from the assassination of a Hyuuga.

 

Haruko never saw Kai ever since she started her training. It didn't matter, much. She had power. Her chakra amount was extraordinary. Even using the Chidori took less then 1%. Itachi had become like an older brother to her, even with his ignorant attitude. She adapted and used his attitude towards others, mostly to piss them off. But she enjoyed having this kind of personality, made her feel strong.

 

After 5 years with Itachi-sensei, she was assigned to another high ranked Akatsuki member, Kisame. He was difficult to comprehend. He taught her teleportation jutsus and summoning contracts, but that wasn't what she disliked. It was the long hours of waiting quietly in an ambush. Patience was never one of her skills. Haruko detested it. She was scolded for fidgeting with her kunai during those long spans of time. In the end (Which is to be exact, 2 years), the best that Kisame could receive was perhaps 3 hour of complete silence if he was lucky, if not, 1 and a half.

 

After that, was Miya-sensei. She taught her something far more enjoyable then Kisame-sensei. The art of silent killing, she taught Haruko how to construct mists that doesn't affect her own vision, how to sneak up quietly and swiftly upon the prey and kill it swiftly. The tests were done on animals because of their keen sense of smell and hearing. Her time with Miya-sensei lasted a good 2 pleasant years.

 

Soon, there was nothing left to be taught. For testing her patience, she was stuck into a classroom and made to listen and memorize dates and people much to her dismay. She had to be in that session for 1 tormenting years before she past the examination, proving that she could move on.

 

After 10 years of training, the now 17-year-old girl was called to the head administrator of the Akatsuki. To her surprise, she saw Kai there. Apparently, he was having some difficulty following orders because he thought he was the best already (typical) and Boris decided prove him wrong. She was told to perform series of jutsus on different Akatsuki members. Most ended up with serious injuries, but the annoying ones, well, they let us say, won't be waking up.

 

Voltaire and Boris smirked as each of Haruko's opponents exited the battlefield covered with injuries from minor to severe. In the end, they nodded with approval and offered her a chance to become Kai's trainer. They received an icy glare and a stubborn rejection.

 

“I don't want to stay here any longer.” Haruko glowered over the 2 men.

 

“And where will you go?” Voltaire smirked in amusement.

 

“To the Water Country, where I will challenge the Mizukage for the position.”

 

“And what makes you think we'll let you?” Boris mused.

 

“You really think you'll catch me if I use one of my teleportation jutsus?”

 

“Interesting, I grant you my approval.” Voltaire smirked.

 

“Yea well, I would have gone even if you didn't approve.” Haruko snorted. She left, and Kai followed her after he was dismissed. In a few moments, he caught up to her. He grabbed he arm and spun her around. Haruko turned into a log and Kai heard a chuckle behind him.

 

“Replacement jutsus come in handy, no?”

 

“You find that toying with me is amusing?”

 

“Very.”

 

“You surprised me at that examination, it looked like you actually enjoyed those fights.”

 

“I did. I know that from them, I was gaining power.” The she did a single hand seal, “I'm going to the water country.” And disappeared.

 

Kai stood there. This was not the Haruko he knew from 10 years ago. But then again, a lot can happen in that amount of time. He just didn't know things can change that much. “I'm getting out of here too.” He murmured before he ran quietly towards the exit of hell.

 

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