Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ When Angels Deserve to Die ❯ Appearances ( Chapter 7 )

When Angels Deserve to Die - Chapter 5

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto characters, all original characters are mine.

 

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Yeah I suck. I'm really sorry. T_T Lack of inspiration + losing 2 already-written chapters = sad, sad me + no updates. I also kind of lost interest in Naruto for a while, because of all the stupid fillers + lack of Itachi. T_T

Yes, 2 already written chapters. x__x I had them written on paper, and then I lost them. So that was a bit discouraging. I'm going to try to update this fic, I really am. T_T You'll probably notice some change in writing, because it's like, a year later. Haha. And plus I just got a job, so I've been busy.

I'm sorry if some of the details or whatever seems off. I read both the stories again, but the momentum I had isn't here anymore. x____x

Also, thank you very much for your reviews, they're one of the reasons I'm starting this story again. ^______^ I will finish this story, along with the rest of my Naruto ones.

 

So, uh, yeah. Enjoy.

 

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She blinked her eyes slowly her vision slowly focusing on the surroundings. Following her training, she slowly wiggled her body, one part at a time, her whereabouts becoming more and more familiar. Familiar? She shot up, wincing at the small pain shooting through her tense back muscles. Ignoring the pain, she looked around. Familiar?

 

She was in a small clearing, probably in some sort of forest. The ground was dusty and dry, and every one of her movements stirred up a small cloud of dust. She slowly rose to her feet, examining the things around her more closely. Trees surrounded her, and she was positive that there was a path on the other side of the line of plants.

 

She frowned, and walked over to the trees. Parting some branches, she confirmed she was right - there was a path behind them. `How did I know that?' Shrugging to herself, she pushed through the leaves and stepped onto the dusty path. She hadn't even taken two steps forwards when she heard a noise; a rustle of leaves.

 

“Who's there?” she demanded, in her bravest voice.

 

Laughter.

 

The trees seemed to be laughing at her, their branches swaying tauntingly back and forth in the slight wind. She tensed and prepared herself, for what she wasn't sure of, but she felt the need to be on some sort of defensive. Her instinct was right, as it usually was, when a figure dropped straight out of the trees, landing in front of her, kicking up a storm of dust from the road.

 

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“Naoru?” The translucent figure smiled. “What are you doing here?”

 

Naoru's smile grew, and she stood, walking over to Kit, and spoke in her childish, small voice. “I came to visit.”

 

“Don't be annoying. You're here because you know why Ayame's gone.” Kit rolled her eyes.

 

Naoru laughed. “Right, as always. And you want to know where she is.”

 

“I want to go get her. And you know exactly where she is.”

 

“You're right again, I do.”

 

“So where is she?”

 

“Well, she's with a good friend of mine.” Naoru smiled, and walked back to the chair, sitting down.

 

“Who, exactly?” Kit asked, getting slightly aggravated.

 

“My good friend.” Naoru repeated. “She'll be fine, and she should be back soon, so there's no need to worry.”

 

Kit bit her lip, looking down at the floor. She frowned and looked back up, frustrated and annoyed with Naoru's unhelpful responses. “Tell me where-” she stopped.

 

The chair was empty.

 

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Ayame jumped back a few feet out of the cloud of dust, and her hand flew towards her knives, ready to attack if she had to. When the dust cleared, she saw a small figure emerge. She blinked, and relaxed her position. It was a small dragon. It had blue scales, and big cute red eyes that made Ayame relax her defensive position.

 

“Awww~” she cooed, crouching down. “Come here, cutie.”

 

The dragon cocked it's head and slowly started to waddle towards her, slowly testing it's weight on each foot as if it felt the ground would give way beneath its tiny body. It was but a few feet from her when it stopped suddenly, making Ayame frown.

 

“Hey, don't be scared, come here,” she tried again, this time getting onto her knees and beckoning it closer.

 

The dragon opened its mouth, letting out a tiny yawn, and then looked at her expectantly with half-lidded eyes.

 

“Come here, I won't hurt you.”

 

This time when the dragon opened its mouth again, Ayame could see rows and rows of fangs, and then when it closed its mouth and its eyes opened, they were a blood red colour and much smaller than before. Ayame frowned. `Weird, but whatever.' She beckoned to it again, and it frowned at her and quickly backed away. She got kind of annoyed at this point, and stood up suddenly, forgetting she was trying to be calm in order to draw it nearer.

 

The dragon backed up more, and its cute face morphed into that of an evil one, full of anger and hate. Its eyes narrowed into little slits of crimson, and she frowned and took a step back. The dragon opened its mouth again, and this time she could see a red light in its throat. The light seemed to grow bigger and bigger every second, and she carefully peered a bit closer to see what it was. After that, everything seemed to happen at once.

 

A ball of red and orange fire shot out of the dragon's throat, growing rapidly, and before she knew what to think, a knife flew out of no where and dispelled the dragon's fireball, landing with a solid `thunk' in the grass. The knife was closely followed by a figure who landed in front of Ayame. The dragon hissed and half waddled, half ran off. Ayame was left standing behind the tall figure, who scoffed and slowly turned to face her.