"Convicted Flower"
Summary: What if Hinata's clan was massacre instead of Sasuke? Hinata is the sole survivor of her clan, or so they say. As a result she is reckoned the 'curse' and lives alone in the isolated Hyuuga manor. One day, Sasuke, heir to the Uchiha clan runs away back to Konoha where he finds interest in a certain someone.
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Supernatural, Family, Angst
Rate: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!
Author's Note: I'm trying something new. I'm not good with catchy summaries.
Prelude to...No One
No one is pure. No one is sin.
No one is mistaken. No one is precise.
No one knows peace. No one knows terror.
No one knows dark. No one knows light.
No one feels.
No one is real.
No one sees. No one hears.
No one stands. No one fears.
No one will ever. No one will never.
No one will seek. No one will endeavor.
No one is…No one knows…
No one sees…No one hears…
No one stands…No one fears…
No one will…No one will…
No one is no one…
No one knows no one…
No one sees no one…
No one hears no one…
No one feels no one…
No one is real no one…
No one stands no one…
No one fears no one…
No one will seek no one…
No one will endeavor no one…
No one is someone?
No, no one is no one.
I am someone of no one…
I…(k)no(w) one…
No one…
A disfigured silhouette situates, transparent in the outskirts of Konoha. It is no one. It is nothing. The rough vicinity of the build, murky and unsolicited. Vines hugging, tree branches tugging. Divide and conquer. There's no escape now. Not now. Not ever. Masked by nature's veil it doesn't fight back, but rather remains constricted, allowing the vines to continue to creep and crawl.
However, the cavernous dark lair, hidden from Konoha, remains. In the depths of it, lies a 'secret' only to be unveiled. Yet it is hidden.
In the distance the earth bleeds red, particularly the gaping blues. Just as the feral azure spirit calmed, I watch silently as the assassin stalks its prey. Suddenly it crept its way towards the awaiting victim ready to dip into the surface of the blue's yawning cavity. Strike. Blood furnishes luminously, contaminating it. The deep blue, killed in silence. The round assassin escaped, blood disperses, leaving the victim tranquil, faint and pale who was greeted by a round pastel shapeshifter. She quickly summons her million minions as she gradually illuminates, shining beautifully at the sleeping shallow. Many walked pass in silence, ignoring it. Others watched the silent yet beautiful kill, admiring it, while others slept through it. Undoubtedly a beautiful kill…
I too am guilty of this…
Just an intro...Kinda weird and hard to understand...
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