Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Safe Haven ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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My first story, so yepp. :)
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Cassie Ameriz trudged along, her bare feet becoming callusced [AN: Sorry, I'm not the best spelller.]
She had just came back from training all day with her sensei, Asuma, and was tired. Very
tired. Her black hair, which had multi - color streaks, was matted against her forehead.
It wasn't the most attractive gesture in the world, but she was already gorgeous enough.
Her jet black eyes were hazy, but focused. Her home, if you could call it that, seemed
more and more glorious, despite the hell she would face when she entered the door.
She had just came back from training all day with her sensei, Asuma, and was tired. Very
tired. Her black hair, which had multi - color streaks, was matted against her forehead.
It wasn't the most attractive gesture in the world, but she was already gorgeous enough.
Her jet black eyes were hazy, but focused. Her home, if you could call it that, seemed
more and more glorious, despite the hell she would face when she entered the door.
Her mom had died during childbirth, and her dad will not let her forget it. Day in
and day out she was yelled at and hit. She needed to cover it, so she wore short sleeve
shirts with shoulder high camoflauge knuckle gloves, tight pants, and the closest thing
to tennis shoes she had in her closet. Her wintery clothes were part of the reason she
was always exhausted after training, but not the whole reason. She trained too hard for
too long. She thought that if she suceeded enough, her dad might love her. Lost cause.
Cassie creeped in the doorway, hoping her father wasn't home. He wasn't. Cassie
sighed a breath of relief, knowing that these moments didn't come often. She escaped
to her bedroom, her safe haven among the rest of the world.
and day out she was yelled at and hit. She needed to cover it, so she wore short sleeve
shirts with shoulder high camoflauge knuckle gloves, tight pants, and the closest thing
to tennis shoes she had in her closet. Her wintery clothes were part of the reason she
was always exhausted after training, but not the whole reason. She trained too hard for
too long. She thought that if she suceeded enough, her dad might love her. Lost cause.
Cassie creeped in the doorway, hoping her father wasn't home. He wasn't. Cassie
sighed a breath of relief, knowing that these moments didn't come often. She escaped
to her bedroom, her safe haven among the rest of the world.
She kicked off her shoes, which was probally a bad idea, but she was accostommed
to the pain. Numb, if you will. She took off her training clothes and searched the closet
for something a little more heat friendly. She found something semi - decent, though it was
still a little skimpy, even for her. She put on black legging with a red spandex skirt
on top. Her shirt was a white long sleeve one with a black spaghetti strap on top
that was stretched out over her female parts, so it was a teensy - bit see through.
She put on platform sandals that were strappy.
to the pain. Numb, if you will. She took off her training clothes and searched the closet
for something a little more heat friendly. She found something semi - decent, though it was
still a little skimpy, even for her. She put on black legging with a red spandex skirt
on top. Her shirt was a white long sleeve one with a black spaghetti strap on top
that was stretched out over her female parts, so it was a teensy - bit see through.
She put on platform sandals that were strappy.
She heard a door slam while she was looking in the mirror, and she panicked. She
looked around for an escape route, unable to see clearly through the tears in her eyes.
She found an open window, but it was a little slim. She squeezed through the window,
barely, and hit the ground running. She didn't want to look back, but she did every
once in a while, just to make sure. He was probally drunk anyways, but she wanted
to be safe. She looked back once more, which was a mistake. She ran into a hard figure that
felt like a tree, but it was Kiba Inuzuka. Great.
looked around for an escape route, unable to see clearly through the tears in her eyes.
She found an open window, but it was a little slim. She squeezed through the window,
barely, and hit the ground running. She didn't want to look back, but she did every
once in a while, just to make sure. He was probally drunk anyways, but she wanted
to be safe. She looked back once more, which was a mistake. She ran into a hard figure that
felt like a tree, but it was Kiba Inuzuka. Great.
Cassie had always had a crush on that certain dog boy as long as she could
remember, and as she got older, a little crush devoloped into an obsession. Truth be told,
if it wasn't for him, she would've killed herself by now. She lived, breathed, and loved
him.
remember, and as she got older, a little crush devoloped into an obsession. Truth be told,
if it wasn't for him, she would've killed herself by now. She lived, breathed, and loved
him.
'Uhm, her, K - k - kiba.." Cassie muttered, nervous as you can possibly be,
and then some. Her tanned face was bright red with embarrassment, and she was rubbing her
neck.
and then some. Her tanned face was bright red with embarrassment, and she was rubbing her
neck.
"Hey Cassie! How's it going?" Kiba said, his eyes sizing her up. "Where'd you get
the bruises?" he asked, his eyes focusing on the exposed part of her arm, covered with
deep purple and blue spots and hand - prints.
the bruises?" he asked, his eyes focusing on the exposed part of her arm, covered with
deep purple and blue spots and hand - prints.
" Oh, um, you know, clumsiness?" she said to him and asked herself. He chuckled.
"Haha, yeah. Hey, will you come somewhere with me?"
"Sure!"
:.:So how was the first chapter of my first story? Any good? Reviews would be much appreciated!:.:
Hey uhm, my friend wrote this and I will be putting them up `cause she doesn't have Word on her computer.