[FANFIC]--The Will of Fire and Scorn of War
*poof*WOOOO FOR FIRST AMEYA CENTERED FANFIC!!!!! *happy dance* For those who don't know who Ameya is, she's my Naruto character (More info: LINK). And I actually like it >< I have full intention to write little (ja, 2000-3000 words is little in my book) one shots (or in some cases multi-chapter, depending on how detailed I get)for different events in her past...And I'll proably get around to doing everything that happened before this (the actual attack and the battle in the Northern part of the fire country before that), too...hmmmmm...that might take a while...ah, laziness...it tis my best friend!! XD
On to the fic!!!
Title: The Will of Fire and the Scorn of War
Author: Kenshin
Genre: Angst/Tragety
Rating: T
Fandom: Naruto
Warnings: character death, heavy angst, very mild Kakairu, RaidouxGenma
Chapters: 1
Words: 1,758
Beta-ed: No
Status: Complete
Time Line: Right after Kyuubi attack
A/N: --Click the names to read about them, or aleast know what they look like-- Anko, Ebisu, Kotetsu and Izumo are 10; Ameya (OC & me) and Iruka are 11; Kakashi and Gai are 12; Ibiki is 13; Kurenai and Asuma are 14; Genma is 16; Kannami (OC) is 17; Raidou is 18; Sadaime is 55
Fire. She was on fire, it was all on fire. Her mind, body, soul and heart, the ground she tugged on and the thick air that was so heavy with death. Her muscles burned with every forced step, pain rising far past the point of bearable. Why did the porcelain mask on her face feel so heavy, why did everything feel heavy? God, why did everything burn so much?
Then she saw him, broken, bleeding and dead. He was what she imagined her real father to be like. The kind of strong, brave, kind-hearted, gentle and caring, always able to put a smile on her face, even through the pain of battle, man that she could and did look up to. She would miss him. At this point she wanted nothing more then to cry, to scream, to curse that damned monster, to swear her eternal hatred towards one of the things that give her, her strength; the things that gave her title and legacy in only 11 years after her birth.
She never would though, shinobi did not cry, they did not show those kinds of domineering and powerful emotions. All this young chuunin could do was stare at his now pale face, dull blue eyes and dirty locks sprayed with blood and wish it could have been different.
A sharp cry echoed through the waste land that was once the tall and proud Konoha. Slowly, she shifted her gaze to the source of the shrill scream that continued to pierce the musky air. There, wrapped in his dirty blood spattered rob, was the baby. His child, his son, lay next to him.
Carefully, the girl reached down and took the crying baby in her arms. Tenderly, she touched the tiny boys face, wondering how something so innocent could be born when hell’s fire was burning around it.
“Ameya.” The quite voice uttered that name, the name that sickened her so, the name she was cursed with having, didn’t startle her. Very slowly, Ameya turned, her muscles screaming at every movement. There, before her, was Sadaime. The girl slowly reached up and released the mask from her face. Ameya steped forward and handed Sadaime the child, then her mask, knowing full well that her time as ANBU was over.
The old shinobi balanced the crying child with one arm before handing Ameya back the mask.
“Hang on to this, very soon, you’ll be using it on a regular basis; you proved that tonight.” Her black covered hands took the mask back from her superior. Ameya could see the small flicker of pity in his eyes when she finally began walking away, attaching the mask to her belt.
She had to find them. She had to find her brother, Iruka, Raidou, Kakashi, Ibiki, Ebisu, Asuma, Kurenai, Gai, Izumo and Kotetsu. She had to be sure they where safe, that they where alive.
In her search for Iruka, she found Ibiki and Kurenai and Asuma. The three young teenagers where in one of the many places the civilians and academy children where being kept. They had just brought back several more children who tried to follow their parents to battle.
“Have any of you seen Iruka, Genma or any of the other?” Her voiced sounded hollow.
“No…I think Iruka is at another refuge station, as for anyone else, we don’t know.” Ibiki answered for the group. Ameya nodded blankly and started to turn. Suddenly, a soft hand touched her shoulder, stopping her. Ameya glanced over her shoulder and made contact with Kurenai’s worried gaze.
“Ameya, what’s wrong?” Ameya blinked before turning her back to the group completely.
“Yondaime’s dead.” With that simple statement, Ameya left, leaving behind three stunned shinobi.
Next, she stumbled across Gai and Ebisu on the eerily barren and decimated street, Gai helping Ebisu limp to a medic-nin. Gai’s usually bright, smiling face dawned with realization moments after he saw his friend, Ameya. Gai had been near the front line and heard some of the jounin talking about what Yondaime was going to do to stop the beast…he didn’t think Yondaime-sama would actually die…but he really must be gone. Ameya brushed he hand across Gai’s, then Ebisu’s shoulders, in a tiny way of showing some comfort, before continuing to walk, leaving Gai to tell Ebisu what had happened.
“Damnit!” someone grunted from one of the many destroyed buildings. Ameya, concerned, stepped over the ruble and to the source of the noise. A tear stained face of a boy, right around her age, looked up at Ameya. Ameya noticed the child, obviously a civilian, was crouched beside a man trapped under the large support beam of what was once a house. Taking pity on the child, the chuunin bent down and clutched the offending wooden pole. Focusing the chakra she stored from the Kyuubi into her arms, Ameya hefted the beam off the fallen man with the ease of the wind blowing a feather in the sky. Tears poured over the boy’s cheeks in relief as he sobbed his gratitude. Ameya wished that she could feel that kind of reprieve and happiness in the midst of this dissemination. A medic-nin was coming in their direction, so Ameya felt it to be alright she left the child and who she assumed was his father.
Near the center of the village, Ameya found Izumo and Kotetsu alive and with a group of other injured and resting shinobi. The boys where relatively unharmed to Ameya’s relief and she also saw a purple haired girl next to them. If Ameya remembered correctly, she was one of the academy students Iruka got along with. For his sake, Ameya was pleased the younger girl was alive as well.
“Almost there, Almost there, Almost there, Almost there…” She was reciting it in her head, like a mantra. It was the only this keeping her legs from giving out due to the pain that was building. The more walking she did, the stronger the fire dancing across her muscles got. For the first time in many days, exhaustion was beginning to set in. the smog and destruction that hung in the air was starting to make breathing a difficulty. Just as Ameya was ready to collapse, she finally reached it.
Just before that, however, she saw a mass of silver hair appear from the trees. Ameya knew that the other chuunin had already heard of his sensei’s death. Ameya reached out and placed her hand on Kakashi’s shoulder, the look in his eyes matched her own, that dead and empty look.
The two geniuses both turned and made their way to what was left of Ameya’s house. A wave of relief washed over Ameya when she saw three familiar figures crouched in the rumble. Careful not to loose her balance and to make sure Kakashi did the same, they trudged over to her siblings and friend. That hollow look in Genma’s eyes, as he was cradled by Raidou, however, made one of her worst fears become a reality.
Her brother, Genma, looked up and Ameya and did nothing more then shake his head. He downcast his eyes once more as Raidou’s arms tightened around him. Raidou placed a tender kiss on his boyfriend’s temple and started to whisper words of comfort softly in Genma’s ear. Kannami, Ameya’s sister, stayed completely still on her knees as Genma stroked her hand in comfort. They were dead, she lost her parents again. This time, though, the burn in her chest was all too real because she knew this set. She knew for sure that she had every right to love them.
Ameya was about to collapse to her knee with them before she remembered Iruka. Just as she would have hoped, Iruka was next door, sitting on the grounds of his family’s destroyed home. She gave Raidou a look that promised she would be back, before Ameya forced her body to follow Kakashi, who had already gotten a head start.
Ameya stood back and watch for a moment, as Kakashi fell to his knees next to Iruka and slid his arm around the other boy’s waist, pulling him into a half embrace, while Kakashi also intertwined his fingers with tanner ones. The scarred boy leaned into the comforting touch and laid his head on the silver haired boy’s shoulder. Kakashi was now expecting Ameya to turn and return to what was left of her family, but to his and Iruka’s surprise, the chuunin dropped to her knees behind them and wrapped her tired arms around both boys’ shoulders, holding them close, relishing in the fact they where alive and that someone she cared for was still in this world.
Ameya rested her heavy head gently on Iruka’s, so she could burry her dirty face in the silver and dark brown hair of two of her closes friends. It wasn’t long before Ameya felt a familiar presence behind her, her brother’s presence. Genma knew her too well and cared too much. He knew Ameya couldn’t chose between her family and friends, so he solved the problem. He sat down beside his sister and rested his head on the younger girl’s shoulder. Soon after, Raidou and Kannami arrived, Raidou taking a position so he could hold his boyfriend like before and Kannami collapsed near the group and managed to get both her younger brother and sister in a somewhat half embrace.
All these far too young children could do for the time being, was hang onto each other. To find comfort in each other’s presence, slowly realize that they where all alive. The fire around them continued to burn, as well as the fire inside them all. Ripping and tearing at their minds, bodies, souls and hearts, burning them from the inside out. For once the will of fire inside them all was put out and replaced with the scorn of death, war, lose and the reality of being shinobi.
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I'm sorry if you think it sucks =.=