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Wednesday, November 1, 2006

   NARUTO STORY PART FIVE.... and random thoughts...
WOOT!! I"ve hit 50 guestbook signings!!! (wow)
I had a blast last night. I didn't get any candy but i hung out with my best friend, Lydia, Her orly-look-a-like bro, Ben, and a buddy i haven't see in FOREVER, Bridget!! anyways...
I've been listening to Skillet's Rebirthing song. SO ADDICTING!! I love it!! MUST BUY THE CD!!!!!!

NARUTO STORY PART FIVE. (in this part, you'll see alot of my fantasy style kicking in. Enjoy!!)

I don’t know how many days I spent locked up in my room, not eating, not sleeping, seeing no one. The entire village must have stopped by at least once, offering help. I didn’t let any of them in, nor accept their gifts. Even when Sasuke came, I didn’t let him in. The day I finally emerged from my room was the day of my sister’s funeral. I dressed in all black with a long cloak and a large hood to hide myself. I stood in the family’s traditional spot, near the coffin. Across from me, I saw a tall man stand there. “That’s right. Riika was engaged to him”. I looked away and stared at the coffin. No emotion showed on my face, no tears were spilled. I had already shed them all. I couldn’t cry anymore.
I didn’t hear anything that was said about her. I didn’t even notice when it started to rain. I stood there, motionless, even after everyone left. Even after she was buried. I stood there lost in my thoughts, staring at the fresh grave that would forever hold my sister’s body.
That night I finally slept, it was dreamless, until the end of my sleep. Riika appeared, her arms held out as if to embrace me.
“Kamija”
Her soft voice echoed in my head.
“Live on, sister. Live on and avenge our family’s death. Grow stronger and live. Mourn me no more. Grow and train. Someday you will be a great ninja. Then you will be able to face my murderers.”
She paused for a second.
“Remember, dear sister, even if we are parted in this world, I will always be with you.”
The vision started to fade away.
“Live long, sister. I will be with you… always.”
When I woke up the next morning, the vision remained fresh in my mind. I sat in bed for a while, pondering what Riika told me. I sighed. One thing was clear from the vision, I wasn’t strong enough to take on the Akatsuki. This made me slightly irritable. My heart longed to pack up and leave the village and search for my sister’s murderers. I held up my hand, looking at it. My hands weren’t exactly soft. Years of training and ninja missions had seen to that. I closed my hand into a fist, feeling and watching my muscles flex. “’Grow stronger… then you will be able to face my murderers. “’
I shook my head and stepped out of bed. Without Riika around, the house felt so quiet… and lonely. I slipped into my house coat and walked to the kitchen. I looked around mournfully. Around this time, Riika would already be up and about, making breakfast and singing to herself. I made a cup of coffee to wake me up. I still had very little appetite, so I decided to skip breakfast.
When I finished my coffee, returned to my room to get ready to shower. My heart still wouldn’t let me wear my usual blue tank and gray skirt. I grabbed my black tunic and leggings that cut off right above the knee. Right now, I felt most comfortable in black. Part of me said that my sister wouldn’t approve, but the depressed side of me won out. The warm shower did nothing to raise my spirits.
After a while, I was finally ready to go out into public. Once I left the house, my feet seemed to just lead me to the cemetery, straight to where my sister was buried. I knelt on the ground and gently touched the fresh grave. At my touch, a bright light filled my mind. An unseen force knocked me back. I sat up, staring in awe at the figure in front of me. My sister’s spirit stood there staring at me. She held out her hand, calling to me.
“Kamija.”
My hand seemed to act on it’s own. It reached out, touching the spirit’s hand. Upon contact, a light surrounded the both of us. I quickly recognized that I was in the spirit world. Weird.
“’Kamija”’
She called out to me again. She took both my hands. A stinging was felt on both of them. I gasped in pain and looked down. On both hands, a dragon was burned into my palms. I looked back at my sister. She touched the dragons. “I will be with you. Always. I will never leave you. No matter what.”
The two dragons glowed and my sister’s spirit seemed to drain into them, becoming one with me. Her voice echoed in my mind.
“In your greatest and deepest time of need, I will appear and aid you in your quest. Call out to me. I will hear you.”
The light disappeared and I was back at the cemetery in front of my sister’s grave. The two dragons were still there on my palms, a reminder that it was not a dream. I bowed in respect to the dead and left the cemetery.
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