Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Returning ❯ A breaking Dam ( Chapter 9 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: kougasmate 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 975 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
Returning
Chapter 9- A breaking Dam
Kougasmate- god da** it! yesterday, I had this really nice chapter written, when my F**king computer crashed!!!!! But this chapter is better, so nyah! This chap doesn't deal with Naruto, but rather, it shows a little bit more about Aza. I think it's a nice chapter, one of the first ones I've liked for a while. Anyways, review please!
"It's never okay...Is it, to leave you child?" The woman who had spoken the question sat infront of a mirror, a weathered old woman standing behind her combing her ebony and gray locks. Stopping the comb in mid stroke, she glanced at the woman with her blind eyes, her eyes which saw nothing, but held infinite knowledge.
"Did your child commit a sin, something to plant a seed of hate in your heart?"
Aza shook her head, "No...He did not..."
Sighing, the woman turned to her side, arms in front of her to locate a chair. Aza stood and helped her into one, watching as she collapsed with a grateful sigh.
The old woman smiled, her eyes seeming to dissappear behind the wrinkled flesh as she did, and whispered, "Thank you."
Positioning herself at the old woman's feet, Aza watched her expectantly, like a child waiting for their bed time story.
Running an age wrinkled hand through Aza's hair, the old gypsy spoke in a voice both raspy and melodious. "You're child... A boy, yes?"
Aza's eyes softened, and a tear made it's way down her cheek, "Yes... a beautiful boy..."
"And his father?"
"...dead..."
Setting her hands in her lap and clasping them, the gypsy, Willow, turned her head gravely to the side, as if trying to view something she could not see.
After a long pause, she spoke, "There is an old saying, that my grandmother once told me...Shall I share it with you?"
"If it can help me make the right choice about my future, then yes, tell me..."
Willow coughed, putting one skeletal hand over her mouth. After she had finished, and the coughs subsided, she continued. "My grandmother always used to tell me, 'sin condemned, strength rewarded'. Do you know what that means?"
"I do..." Aza looked down, her eyes filling with tears, "I shall be condemned, should I not fix what I have done wrong. My child deserved the world, but instead was abandon...I have to go to him... I must make things right." Willow smiled warmly, the smile a grandmother gave her child, and leaned back in her chair, "Very good Aza, you've learned well..."
That night, as Aza left the tent that Willow would sleep in, she never imagined that that would be her last talk with the wise old woman, whom she had come to adore. In the years after leaving her son, almost eleven years at that time, she had been adopted by the gypsies, learning their ways and dances. Willow was her mentor, a woman of unknown age, who's eyes were timeless. As she left that night, Aza saw Willow's eyes close, but never imaged that they would never again open...
"That's right..." Aza murmured, gripping the necklace that Willow had given her upon accepting her into the gypsies, "Sin condemned, strength rewarded..." As she knocked on the hokage's office, she knew that Tsunade had summouned her to speak with her of the conference she had held with Naruto the previous day. Fearing in her heart that Naruto had rejected her, her body gave her two options- fight or flight. Face the pain of knowing he does not want to see you, or continue on and learn that he does. Fighting down the anxiety and worry, along with the mild nausea, she waited.
"Come in."
Aza gripped the handle, exhaling deeply before pushing it open, hearing it creak slightly. As she stepped inside, her eyes immediately picked out the aged form of a man she had once associated with the word 'father'.
Jiraiya.
Aza's knees trembled, and she put a hand to her mouth as her eyes swam with tears. But such things she had expected, had anticipated upon arrival. She knew that she would be faced with ghosts of her past...she just wasn't ready.
Taking a cautious step towards Jiraiya, which was muffled by the carpet and her years of dancing, which had taught her a certain grace when she walked, she felt his gaze on her. Had it really been twelve years? Since she had forsaken all she had. Since she had left her child to an uncertain fate at the hands of a village that had once sneered at her pregnancy out of wedlock...
Yes... Aza realized as she cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, testing to see if the man infront of her wasn't just an illusion, it has been...
Then, with all the power of a breaking dam, Aza threw herself into Jiraiya's arms, weeping like the child she had given up, feeling lost and emotionally exhausted. Jiraiya was shocked at first, and at a loss of what to do. Then, moments later, all the protectiveness and love he had felt for his adopted daughter all those years ago came back, and he placed his arms around her, letting her weep, although his demanour remained the same. His face was serious and knowledge-able, but he couldn't hide what was there. Tsunade saw it, even if for only a moment, but Tsunade knew she saw it. It was a flicker of love, and she wondered if maybe, just maybe, things would turn out okay in the end...
Chapter 9- A breaking Dam
Kougasmate- god da** it! yesterday, I had this really nice chapter written, when my F**king computer crashed!!!!! But this chapter is better, so nyah! This chap doesn't deal with Naruto, but rather, it shows a little bit more about Aza. I think it's a nice chapter, one of the first ones I've liked for a while. Anyways, review please!
"It's never okay...Is it, to leave you child?" The woman who had spoken the question sat infront of a mirror, a weathered old woman standing behind her combing her ebony and gray locks. Stopping the comb in mid stroke, she glanced at the woman with her blind eyes, her eyes which saw nothing, but held infinite knowledge.
"Did your child commit a sin, something to plant a seed of hate in your heart?"
Aza shook her head, "No...He did not..."
Sighing, the woman turned to her side, arms in front of her to locate a chair. Aza stood and helped her into one, watching as she collapsed with a grateful sigh.
The old woman smiled, her eyes seeming to dissappear behind the wrinkled flesh as she did, and whispered, "Thank you."
Positioning herself at the old woman's feet, Aza watched her expectantly, like a child waiting for their bed time story.
Running an age wrinkled hand through Aza's hair, the old gypsy spoke in a voice both raspy and melodious. "You're child... A boy, yes?"
Aza's eyes softened, and a tear made it's way down her cheek, "Yes... a beautiful boy..."
"And his father?"
"...dead..."
Setting her hands in her lap and clasping them, the gypsy, Willow, turned her head gravely to the side, as if trying to view something she could not see.
After a long pause, she spoke, "There is an old saying, that my grandmother once told me...Shall I share it with you?"
"If it can help me make the right choice about my future, then yes, tell me..."
Willow coughed, putting one skeletal hand over her mouth. After she had finished, and the coughs subsided, she continued. "My grandmother always used to tell me, 'sin condemned, strength rewarded'. Do you know what that means?"
"I do..." Aza looked down, her eyes filling with tears, "I shall be condemned, should I not fix what I have done wrong. My child deserved the world, but instead was abandon...I have to go to him... I must make things right." Willow smiled warmly, the smile a grandmother gave her child, and leaned back in her chair, "Very good Aza, you've learned well..."
That night, as Aza left the tent that Willow would sleep in, she never imagined that that would be her last talk with the wise old woman, whom she had come to adore. In the years after leaving her son, almost eleven years at that time, she had been adopted by the gypsies, learning their ways and dances. Willow was her mentor, a woman of unknown age, who's eyes were timeless. As she left that night, Aza saw Willow's eyes close, but never imaged that they would never again open...
"That's right..." Aza murmured, gripping the necklace that Willow had given her upon accepting her into the gypsies, "Sin condemned, strength rewarded..." As she knocked on the hokage's office, she knew that Tsunade had summouned her to speak with her of the conference she had held with Naruto the previous day. Fearing in her heart that Naruto had rejected her, her body gave her two options- fight or flight. Face the pain of knowing he does not want to see you, or continue on and learn that he does. Fighting down the anxiety and worry, along with the mild nausea, she waited.
"Come in."
Aza gripped the handle, exhaling deeply before pushing it open, hearing it creak slightly. As she stepped inside, her eyes immediately picked out the aged form of a man she had once associated with the word 'father'.
Jiraiya.
Aza's knees trembled, and she put a hand to her mouth as her eyes swam with tears. But such things she had expected, had anticipated upon arrival. She knew that she would be faced with ghosts of her past...she just wasn't ready.
Taking a cautious step towards Jiraiya, which was muffled by the carpet and her years of dancing, which had taught her a certain grace when she walked, she felt his gaze on her. Had it really been twelve years? Since she had forsaken all she had. Since she had left her child to an uncertain fate at the hands of a village that had once sneered at her pregnancy out of wedlock...
Yes... Aza realized as she cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, testing to see if the man infront of her wasn't just an illusion, it has been...
Then, with all the power of a breaking dam, Aza threw herself into Jiraiya's arms, weeping like the child she had given up, feeling lost and emotionally exhausted. Jiraiya was shocked at first, and at a loss of what to do. Then, moments later, all the protectiveness and love he had felt for his adopted daughter all those years ago came back, and he placed his arms around her, letting her weep, although his demanour remained the same. His face was serious and knowledge-able, but he couldn't hide what was there. Tsunade saw it, even if for only a moment, but Tsunade knew she saw it. It was a flicker of love, and she wondered if maybe, just maybe, things would turn out okay in the end...