Thread: War Really Does Change Everything ... [Naruto RP, Yuna x Malin's 1x1]

Shizuki Kazekyo The weather seemed to match poor Shizuki's mood rather well depressed. The rain had done all but let up and today, it seemed, was no exception. It was causing her to get drenched and only when she got to ... where was she even? Hell if she knew an exact answer but it was away from any and all whom had been chasing the poor medical kunoichi. For now, that would more than suffice. Anxious hazel hues quickly glanced around as she arrived at a seemingly deserted port. Now where? She silently mused, trying to ignore the sound of her stomach growling at her. With all the running poor Shizuki had been forced to do, the last thing on her mind had been food or eating, not even sleeping much if at all. ... How did it all come to this again? Gravity nearly made her body fall forward but she managed to catch herself before she passed out then and there, the answer to her own mental question slowly began to form within her mind whether she liked it or not .... A younger and shorter image of Shizuki formed. If one could see, anyone could easily guess she was at least twelve, maybe even thirteen at this moment. She's on the sidelines watching a spar between comrades. The setting and headbands upon the faces of all the shinobi all but spell out she's within Kumogakure and one can quickly guess this was her homeland and nation of origin. After many shuriken and kunai being tossed, one finds it's mark within one of the ninja's throats. He collapses on his back and despite knowing he was going to die even at such a young age, a smile manages to cross his face. Kumogakure was always a war-like nation and thus this would be considered an honor, a privilege .... And yet, instincts still overtook Shizuki. She didn't think twice and knelt beside her dying comrade -- no, friend. Raven locks moved from side to side as her head did the same. Don't die on me .... please ... She pleaded, panic overwhelming her. What could she do? As if an unknown god were watching, a blue-green aura swiftly covered her hands near the last possible second, when all hope seemed lost. The wound steadily but surely healed and within minutes, she'd saved her comrade. While many others would consider this an accomplishment and feat, Kumogakure's 'beliefs' .... did anything but this. With her focus upon her friend, she never had the chance to glance back and notice some of the other shinobi slipping away, showing where they had gone to soon enough as the loud voice of the Raikage was soon heard behind her. What's this form of blasphemy?! By then, poor Shizuki's heart had ceased for a few moments as her head turned to meet the very angry and infuriated eyes. I ... I'm not ... But she never got to finish and within moments felt herself pulled up roughly to her feet. With a quick and disgusted wave of his hand, a silent command the two shinobi knew all too well without needing to be verbally told, they began dragging the poor girl away. Seconds later, she was shoved in a cell, locked away and left alone ..... And as that last image burned into her head, her eyes shot open as she panted and breathed heavily. She was so damn close to passing out from everything ... but she couldn't here or now. Glancing around the dock again, Shizuki finally managed to find a lone boat only able to fit one person but that was okay. It was all she needed. Shakily advancing towards it, she first got into it then untied the rope. After carefully lying down, she allowed her eyes to close. By now, Fate would choose where she wound up going ... but not before her memory cursed her as the flashbacks resumed ... Time passed with no word nor hint from anyone. To say poor Shizuki was scared by this point was quite the understatement. Finally, however, her door opened and as she glanced up, her eyes met another of her kin. Motioning for her to stand, he began to finally speak and give out the verdict she'd been nervously awaiting for so long. You were to be executed ... Her eyes widened and mouth opened but the sight of a hand raising up to silence her was all Shizuki needed to see. Holding her tongue, she continued to play the waiting game, hearing the man obviously hadn't been done talking. Slowly, she began the rather tedious task of getting up to her feet, trembling lightly all the while. However, your father and the Raikage, as you know, have been good friends for years. Thankfully, he was one of the first to hear of the incident and your original sentence. It took a lot of convincing, even from your father ... but an agreement was decided. Exile rather than death is what was chosen for you. Just from the word 'exile', Shizuki nearly felt her ankles give in. W-what?! But .... A new sight - that of eyes narrowing upon her - made her go silent again. You would prefer Death then? You will leave with the clothes upon you, a few weapons, and a parting gift of sorts from the Raikage. It took all her strength to avoid letting a low Tch ... actually leave Shizuki's lips at the last words. Parting gift my ass ... She thought, refusing to actually let the words dare leave her. Managing a slow nod, she finally managed to find her footing and soon was standing at her full height. Her heart seemed to sink even further than she thought possible as she felt an arm roughly grasped. This 'gift' definitely couldn't be a good thing. She'd been sure enough before, but now she was damn well certain. Still, she made no moves to protest or fight back not like she could in this state anyways. All of the village, it had seemed, was informed of this day and what was to happen because as Shizuki was escorted out of her cell and the prison, an array of faces along with some sunlight abruptly hit her. After a few blinks to make her vision less blurry, her hazel eyes managed to catch her parents though they didn't remain there for long. Not when a more dominant face and figure was soon in front of her ... The Raikage .... whom held a kunai firmly in one hand. With no trouble, he ripped off her left sleeve and turned her. Giving her no warning or countdown, the feeling of steel connecting with flesh was soon felt and caused poor Shizuki to scream out loud. Maybe it'd been from being imprisoned and losing track of time, but the task had felt like much longer than it actually took. To Shizuki, it seemed like she was being forced to endure the painful tattoo for twenty minutes in reality, it was only about five. Still, the task had been done carefully to ensure the symbol for 'Kumo' could be legible upon her left shoulder. Once the Raikage was finished, he let go as did the other shinobi. From this moment on, you are no longer one of us. However ... I refuse to allow you to forget where you came from..... Now Shizuki was drowning out his words as she managed to re-find her parents, noting her mother's head was upon her father's shoulder. A few drops hit the ground and once the girl noted it wasn't raining, she fairly deduced it to be tears her poor mother was crying. Then again, what parent wouldn't be? It was clear that if it weren't for the fact he was trying to keep a strong front while simultaneously comforting her mother, her own father would probably be joining suit in the act. Moreover, he'd never dare do such a thing in front of his own best friend -- especially when he led the entire nation they resided in. The rough shove against her back woke the younger Shizuki up and soon, she stumbled out of the gates. Days became weeks and weeks years. With time, Shizuki had grown well enough though due to being mostly forced to live in a nomadic way of life and stealing, she was still rather skinny even by seventeen years of age. And yet, that was the most pivotal point of her life. It was when she met him though not in her preferred method. She'd been forced out of Sunagakure after being caught by the current Kazekage, Gaara of the Desert, and having the nerve to attempt to steal. However, he'd seen something in her that day in order to be merciful and just make her leave as opposed to killing her, though what even Shizuki didn't know to this day. Within moments, she'd found herself in the outskirts between Suna and Konohagakure. As she was now, Shizuki had been forced to leave with little to nothing to eat and malnutrition was beginning to overtake her so much that she was certain it was her turn to die. As her feet gave in and her face fell upon the ground, she remembered managing a very weak laugh -- mainly at herself. So this is it huh? She murmured aloud, to herself more than anyone. She picked her head up and looked around for a few seconds before it fell again in silent defeat. Her eyes closed for several moments, opening only when she thought she heard ... footsteps? Before she could get a good look, however, fatigue overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes for what she feared might be the very last time. Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case. She did awake, albeit on a cold table with numerous IVs attached to her. What she guessed to be the last noise she heard was soon found ... A young man with spectacles and silver hair was busy writing upon a small parchment of paper. Once his ears caught the slightest hints of movement, though, his head turned and a wry smirk mingled in with a smile crossed his lips. Ah, good to see you're awake and that I didn't just drag you here for nothing. I am Yakushi Kabuto ... To repay him - and forced to do so to that damn Snake Bastard, Orochimaru - she served them both though more the medical ninja, whom not only aided her in enhancing her jutsus but teaching her some new ones as well, most of which he had known himself. For a while, Shizuki found herself enjoying her stay in Otogakure for the most part, managing to be able to ignore the negative presences around her. Kabuto was all that kept her feeling as if she could be safe, sane. As more time passed, her own devotion to him became as strong as her mentor's was to Orochimaru's. Even when the Fourth War began and Kabuto was fused with the Snake Sannin, never once did her devotion or feelings fade. The latter, however, she could never say or express. How could she? Even when he hadn't been mingled in with the Sannin, it was too much of a risk ... one that could have easily been used against her ... against them should the Uchiha brat known as Sasuke or the Snake-Bastard find out. And now .... it was, no doubt, her biggest regret to have not spoken up. By now, Shizuki could feel herself lightly tossing and turning in the boat, even weakly groaning. But still, the flashbacks continued ... Pools of blood surrounded her as visions from the war came into view. Bodies were everywhere ... and once again, she and Kabuto were both on the run, the two rather direly wounded. But with their assailants close behind, healing wasn't an option either could really afford to do, lest they cease and get stabbed, more likely than not ending up in death. Her head turned in concern as she glanced to her mentor, seeing his own clothes weren't much cleaner than hers and stained in about as much blood. She merely stared before finally speaking, ...Let ... me get yours at least ... please. His eyes narrowed in annoyance at the now eighteen-year old's plea. Shizuki-chan, you know now is the worst time to be asking to do such a task ... Oi, I'm serious! And stop calling me Shizuki- chan ! I'm not a child anymore! The slightest hints of an actual smile - not a smirk - could be seen upon Kabuto's face as he broke eye contact with his pupil. Just hang in there. We're not too far --- That was as far as he got before she felt herself shoved away, managing to find it had been from a blade and as her eyes followed whom held it, her pulse raced in fear and anger. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! She hissed, unable to help but stare in horror as she found herself glancing up at a pair of stoic Magenkyos. Silence was all she heard save her racing heart before finally, the Uchiha turned to her. Run ... lest you want to join him. As she watched the Uchiha mercilessly yank his katana out, Shizuki saw Kabuto's body fall with gravity's help and the lack of seeing his chest rise and fall hint the cut had been as clean as it looked. It'd gone right through his sternum and lungs ... within seconds, her mentor had been killed. But what had made it all the more worse was knowing the blade had been meant for her . But Kabuto had taken the blow for her ... saved her. It had been the closest thing to an unspoken confession of 'I love you' as she could have possibly gotten ... and it made infuriated tears form in her eyes. ....You .... you bastard .... She murmured, barely able to keep her voice intact. Giving one last glare to Sasuke and look to Kabuto's body, she forced herself to run even further, not caring how sore or hungry she was by that point. With the last thing she recalled being Sasuke smirking at her as she heeded his words, her hazel eyes finally shot open as she sat up, panting heavily. Beads of sweat and a few tears that had managed to not only form but fall were upon her face, trailing slowly down it. Shakily, the runaway kunoichi laid back down, trembling as she held herself. Goddamn it .... She murmured, her arms firmly wrapping around her stomach. Whimpering and shaking, poor Shizuki somehow managed to cry herself back to sleep, the boat continuing to carry her lithe body away ... though where to was way beyond her guess or caring ...