Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Happenings ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Strange Happenings

By: Werefox

 

 

 

Chapter 7

Christy's P.O.V.

 

He looked so innocent. Today must have been hard on him. Everything so new and unknown. From reading the books I figured out Kakashi didn't like things he didn't know. Ninja must always be knowing of their surroundings. `He must miss home.' I don't know if it was me talking or the injection of bane I just gave myself but something made me feel sorry for him. He was lying on the covers of my made bed. His vest, kunai holder, sandals, and bag were place neatly on the floor next to the bed. The silver-haired man was slightly curled up in a ball that got me thinking of his innocence. That's when I realized… `This man reads perverted books with his perverted grin watching young girls with a perverted look.' But you couldn't deny the warm feeling of a balled-up, grown Kakashi. It was too cute!

 

I walked in slowly, softly as not to wake the ninja. His hearing must be sensitive but if I disturbed him he gave no sign. Slowly, knowing he was asleep I quickly changed into my black gown and folded my other clothes in the waste basket. After taking another glance at him I exited my room and headed downstairs for some TV. People can't live without what's going on. (Not really. I just like watching cartoons.) A few hours passed until it was seven-thirty. I was hungry from not eating dinner so I popped some corn and jumped on the couch to watch `Awakening of Killers.' It was this really cool sci-fi flick about how people woke up the undead assassins and mercenaries by defiling their graves of its riches. It kinda freaked me out since it was dark outside and I nearly lost my popcorn a few times. But I had to keep from screaming like I usually do, knowing there was someone sleeping upstairs. That thought calmed me down. Ninja Kakashi will protect me from

the undead! Ha-ha! (I'm a loser.) Once the movie was over and the popcorn was gone, I laid back a little on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. The metal looked so superficial compared to the huts of Konaha. `I wonder what it'd feel like to wake up in a strange place with no friends and not know anything about that world. How scary it would be.' I got up and put the bowl of kernels in the sink. I walked around to a closet and opened it. Inside was a bunch of clothes but if you look a little closer, there was an outline in the back. All you had to do was gently touch it and the door would open. I closed the closet door and stepped inside the secret room, closing the second door behind me. `Kakashi please don't wake up. Of all the times to wake up, not now.' I knew we would go in a panic and search for me. Such was his programming. I looked around the room. Every wall was covered in mirrors. There was only a small portion of the wall that wasn't covered and that was a window. I walked over to the window and looked up. My floor was near the top so I kinda had a view of the sky. The full moon was out and shining upon this cursed city. I hated the moon. It was beautiful but if you hadn't noticed now, a lot of things are beautiful but if you come too close to it, the beauty dies and out comes a horrible beast. `It's in all of us,' I think to make myself feel better but I knew. Walking to a mirror and looking at it, smiling. I knew I was the real beast dressed up in human skin.

To think I tried blaming everyone else besides me to ease myself. I punched the mirror with a fury fist of anger but the glass only bent under the pressure. It was a new kind of glass that wouldn't break so easily but this was how I tested myself. I kept it up; furiously punching the mirror over and over; blaming the reflection I saw of my hatred and anger. As I punched the being, I saw stone cold eyes glaring at me; the eyes are the key to your soul. I stopped my final punch and looked into those eyes. I saw despair, sadness, love… I felt sorry for the owner of those eyes but as I looked closer the color changed and I saw other things. Lust, desire, hatred; a beast who could not content it self with its own suffering so it goes out, tormenting others and drinking their demise. My sadness was quickly washed away, anger filling me up again as I punched the wall one last time before it gave in to my ferocity. But my hand was not cut. I sighed then looked at the other mirrors, all looking at the same person. I was going to be sick. I exited the room only to run into the one person I did not need to see right now at my point of weakness. Kakashi.