Abscon
04-14-2006, 04:10 PM
Ok-- this is like my first fanfic.. hope you like it..
Please reveiw.. All reviews are good :wink:
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Chapter one: Love at first sight.
It was sunset. The red rays of the dying remains of the day shone over the mountain tops, elongating the shadows, and making a dancing reflection on the lake, so you couldn’t look at it for its brightness. The world was bright orange, as the last of the sun went behind the mountain. Soon all that was left was a dying crescent. The birds sang from the trees, as they settled down for the night. In the distance, you could hear the odd owl, waking up for there nighttime feast.
Yondaime sighed, as the sun disappeared behind the hills. Another beautiful sunset in the country he loved with all his heart. And times like these reminded him why he loved it. As the birds gradually stopped singing, he set off again down the dusty path.
As he watched the fading light, he thought about the village. Rumors among the jounin had it that the Third was looking for an heir, since he himself had given up on children. The jounins had not been directly informed that the job of Hokage was available, but information traveled fast... If you had the right connections.
Yondaime sighed, as he walked along the path.
He wanted to become Hokage. That had always been his dream. He loved Konoha above his own life, and would willingly give his life to protect it. That was the job of the Hokage: To protect the and take care of the village. To be a father for the village, and everybody in it.
But...
He didn’t know if he could. It was a large part to fulfill. He didn’t think he could handle it, being like a father to everyone. He was sure he could never live up to the previous, or present Hokage.
He sighed again. He listened to the last of the birds. They were free. No obligations. No...
One of the birds fluttered to the end of the branch.
"Hey there little guy", He said casually. It gave him a little nibble on the finger, and flew off. Yondaime chuckled to himself.
He loved his village. But how ever much he wanted to protect it, he knew he couldn’t stay all the time. He needed to travel. He was never one to stay still. He loved being a jounin. It was perfect for him. Lots of action, and lots of travel. He got to see things like that beautiful sunsets every day. But however beautiful it was, he didn’t want to see the same sunset twice.
It was getting dark. The birds song had stopped, and the owls started hooting. The forest seemed to be more... alive. He was walking along, scouting for camp sites, when a building suddenly loomed out at him from the darkness. He was kind of surprised, since it was a small road, but relived none the less.
He hadn’t had real food in days. The stuff in his pack was dry and stale, and he had started rationing the Ramen cups.
He looked at the building. It was built in the traditional style of the fire country. It was two floors high, and was made from dark wood panels. It had two balconies on the second floor, and the roof was arched, and made of red tiles. The windows showed flickering, and inviting light A blue sign sticking out from the side told him that it was an inn. Yondaime was tired. He had fought two battles today, and walked a great deal. Not seeing any decent campsites in the immediate vicinity, he decided to stay here for the night.
The door of the inn was flanked by a small set of stairs, leading up to a porch. The door was oak, and had a large, round handle set into the middle. He shook some of the dust off his feet, and stepped inside.
It was fairly dark inside. The lights were weak, and flickering. About three or four tables surrounded the bar, where a bald man was wiping the counter. A few guests were sitting on stools, drinking. The interior was done entirely in wood. Pillars were placed around the room, and tables were scattered here and there. A few people sat at these tables.
Looking around, Yondaime cracked a grin. It’s been a while.
He went up to the bar, and stood there, waiting patiently. The bartender looked up, irritated, as though he had disturbed him in doing something important. "Whaddya want?" he growled, more then said. Yondaime stayed calm, as he answered: "Dinner, and a place to sleep please."
The bartender looked as though his politeness annoyed him. Giving him a quizzical look, he thrust a grubby menu over to him. He then proceeded with the wiping. Yondaime, now a bit annoyed, went over and took a table. As he looked through the menu, he looked around at the other guests. At a table in the corner, a hooded man (or woman, he couldn’t tell) sat smoking. Looking behind him, a younger boy sat eating.
Then he saw her.
He could barely believe he hadn’t seen her before. Now that he could see her, it was as if her beauty lit up the whole inn. She was a young woman, of about twenty-five. Her hair fell gracefully a bit past her shoulders, curling here and there. Her bangs were just out of her eyes. What eyes. Blue as the endless ocean, making a beautiful contrast on her lips, red as a setting sun. Only more pretty. She was wearing a grubby cloak, with a big hood, which was hanging down her back.
Yondaime had never had time for love.
All his life he had worked to become the best. He trained as much as he could, and spent more time with himself then he should have. He had heard of love. But never of love at first sight.
Never the less. That’s what he experienced at that very moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She’s so...
He just sat there, watching her eat. He was entranced by her beauty, and fascinated by the grace of her movements, like a beautiful dance. He allowed his head to sink into his hand, and just sat, brushing his spiky hair out of his eyes.
As though she sensed his stare on her, she looked over at him. He turned away quickly, trying to look casual. He blushed. Luckily the inn was dark enough to hide it.
What??
Yondaime had only blushed on one occasion in his life.
What was going on?
He had forgotten about dinner. He looked back at the woman. She was now eating dinner. A roast steak. He looked back at her, only to meet her eyes, looking up at him. He smiled, and she smiled back.
He was sure he felt his heart skip a beat.
He was shocked when she promptly got up, waved her hair back, and set of towards his table. He suddenly tried to seem very interested in the menu.
She came over to his table, gliding gracefully across the floor. She stopped by his table. He looked up. She was prettier up close.
“Hello”, she said softly, looking at him.
He was trying to think of something to say. When he couldn’t, he just answered “Hello”, quietly.
They stared at each other. Yandoime could think of nothing to say, so he was relieved when she broke the silence. “May I sit down?” she asked nicely.
“Sure,” he answered. Yes!
From there on it all flowed. They started talking. They talked about lots of things. She wondered if he was a shinobi. “Yes” he said proudly. She just smiled.
They talked late in to the night. After he finished his dinner, they both ordered drinks from the barman (Who was still wiping the table).
Slowly the inn started to empty. People left, and soon they were the only ones left, talking in the flickering light.
She could hear him getting excited.
After the drinks, they went upstairs.
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When he woke up a few hours later, he was alone in bed. A ray of sun cut through the curtains, and fell on his face. He squinted around the room, but didn’t see anyone. He lay his head on the pillow, and tried to sleep again. When he couldn’t, he got up.
It was a small room, with a bed, bathroom, and a oak dresser in the corner. A few pictures were hung on the wall. A glass door led out to the balcony. He was surprised at not seeing anyone, but he decided that she must have gone down for breakfast. He got up, and looked at the dresser top. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
All of his things were gone!
“Damn it”, he cried. He cursed himself at being so stupid. Even his clothes were gone. For a minute he had actually thought that she…
That bitch
He threw himself back onto his bed, and started to cry.
Looking around, he noticed a note on his bedside table. He stared at it.
I'm sorry
Please reveiw.. All reviews are good :wink:
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Chapter one: Love at first sight.
It was sunset. The red rays of the dying remains of the day shone over the mountain tops, elongating the shadows, and making a dancing reflection on the lake, so you couldn’t look at it for its brightness. The world was bright orange, as the last of the sun went behind the mountain. Soon all that was left was a dying crescent. The birds sang from the trees, as they settled down for the night. In the distance, you could hear the odd owl, waking up for there nighttime feast.
Yondaime sighed, as the sun disappeared behind the hills. Another beautiful sunset in the country he loved with all his heart. And times like these reminded him why he loved it. As the birds gradually stopped singing, he set off again down the dusty path.
As he watched the fading light, he thought about the village. Rumors among the jounin had it that the Third was looking for an heir, since he himself had given up on children. The jounins had not been directly informed that the job of Hokage was available, but information traveled fast... If you had the right connections.
Yondaime sighed, as he walked along the path.
He wanted to become Hokage. That had always been his dream. He loved Konoha above his own life, and would willingly give his life to protect it. That was the job of the Hokage: To protect the and take care of the village. To be a father for the village, and everybody in it.
But...
He didn’t know if he could. It was a large part to fulfill. He didn’t think he could handle it, being like a father to everyone. He was sure he could never live up to the previous, or present Hokage.
He sighed again. He listened to the last of the birds. They were free. No obligations. No...
One of the birds fluttered to the end of the branch.
"Hey there little guy", He said casually. It gave him a little nibble on the finger, and flew off. Yondaime chuckled to himself.
He loved his village. But how ever much he wanted to protect it, he knew he couldn’t stay all the time. He needed to travel. He was never one to stay still. He loved being a jounin. It was perfect for him. Lots of action, and lots of travel. He got to see things like that beautiful sunsets every day. But however beautiful it was, he didn’t want to see the same sunset twice.
It was getting dark. The birds song had stopped, and the owls started hooting. The forest seemed to be more... alive. He was walking along, scouting for camp sites, when a building suddenly loomed out at him from the darkness. He was kind of surprised, since it was a small road, but relived none the less.
He hadn’t had real food in days. The stuff in his pack was dry and stale, and he had started rationing the Ramen cups.
He looked at the building. It was built in the traditional style of the fire country. It was two floors high, and was made from dark wood panels. It had two balconies on the second floor, and the roof was arched, and made of red tiles. The windows showed flickering, and inviting light A blue sign sticking out from the side told him that it was an inn. Yondaime was tired. He had fought two battles today, and walked a great deal. Not seeing any decent campsites in the immediate vicinity, he decided to stay here for the night.
The door of the inn was flanked by a small set of stairs, leading up to a porch. The door was oak, and had a large, round handle set into the middle. He shook some of the dust off his feet, and stepped inside.
It was fairly dark inside. The lights were weak, and flickering. About three or four tables surrounded the bar, where a bald man was wiping the counter. A few guests were sitting on stools, drinking. The interior was done entirely in wood. Pillars were placed around the room, and tables were scattered here and there. A few people sat at these tables.
Looking around, Yondaime cracked a grin. It’s been a while.
He went up to the bar, and stood there, waiting patiently. The bartender looked up, irritated, as though he had disturbed him in doing something important. "Whaddya want?" he growled, more then said. Yondaime stayed calm, as he answered: "Dinner, and a place to sleep please."
The bartender looked as though his politeness annoyed him. Giving him a quizzical look, he thrust a grubby menu over to him. He then proceeded with the wiping. Yondaime, now a bit annoyed, went over and took a table. As he looked through the menu, he looked around at the other guests. At a table in the corner, a hooded man (or woman, he couldn’t tell) sat smoking. Looking behind him, a younger boy sat eating.
Then he saw her.
He could barely believe he hadn’t seen her before. Now that he could see her, it was as if her beauty lit up the whole inn. She was a young woman, of about twenty-five. Her hair fell gracefully a bit past her shoulders, curling here and there. Her bangs were just out of her eyes. What eyes. Blue as the endless ocean, making a beautiful contrast on her lips, red as a setting sun. Only more pretty. She was wearing a grubby cloak, with a big hood, which was hanging down her back.
Yondaime had never had time for love.
All his life he had worked to become the best. He trained as much as he could, and spent more time with himself then he should have. He had heard of love. But never of love at first sight.
Never the less. That’s what he experienced at that very moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She’s so...
He just sat there, watching her eat. He was entranced by her beauty, and fascinated by the grace of her movements, like a beautiful dance. He allowed his head to sink into his hand, and just sat, brushing his spiky hair out of his eyes.
As though she sensed his stare on her, she looked over at him. He turned away quickly, trying to look casual. He blushed. Luckily the inn was dark enough to hide it.
What??
Yondaime had only blushed on one occasion in his life.
What was going on?
He had forgotten about dinner. He looked back at the woman. She was now eating dinner. A roast steak. He looked back at her, only to meet her eyes, looking up at him. He smiled, and she smiled back.
He was sure he felt his heart skip a beat.
He was shocked when she promptly got up, waved her hair back, and set of towards his table. He suddenly tried to seem very interested in the menu.
She came over to his table, gliding gracefully across the floor. She stopped by his table. He looked up. She was prettier up close.
“Hello”, she said softly, looking at him.
He was trying to think of something to say. When he couldn’t, he just answered “Hello”, quietly.
They stared at each other. Yandoime could think of nothing to say, so he was relieved when she broke the silence. “May I sit down?” she asked nicely.
“Sure,” he answered. Yes!
From there on it all flowed. They started talking. They talked about lots of things. She wondered if he was a shinobi. “Yes” he said proudly. She just smiled.
They talked late in to the night. After he finished his dinner, they both ordered drinks from the barman (Who was still wiping the table).
Slowly the inn started to empty. People left, and soon they were the only ones left, talking in the flickering light.
She could hear him getting excited.
After the drinks, they went upstairs.
-----------------------------------…………….----------------------------------------
When he woke up a few hours later, he was alone in bed. A ray of sun cut through the curtains, and fell on his face. He squinted around the room, but didn’t see anyone. He lay his head on the pillow, and tried to sleep again. When he couldn’t, he got up.
It was a small room, with a bed, bathroom, and a oak dresser in the corner. A few pictures were hung on the wall. A glass door led out to the balcony. He was surprised at not seeing anyone, but he decided that she must have gone down for breakfast. He got up, and looked at the dresser top. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
All of his things were gone!
“Damn it”, he cried. He cursed himself at being so stupid. Even his clothes were gone. For a minute he had actually thought that she…
That bitch
He threw himself back onto his bed, and started to cry.
Looking around, he noticed a note on his bedside table. He stared at it.
I'm sorry