《Is it worth it? (Naruto fanfic)》xoxo silver hair and onyx eyes oxox
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kiyoshi. pov
it was finally time my silver hair was cut short just as long as my chin- having it long was what they knew me to have.
my dark eyes surveyed the room i was in i had realised not long after being here that "here" was a place known as a charm school which was specifically strengthened young people around the age for genuine (me) and once they were strong they took there memories and trained them for a mission they would receive
getting a mission was notoriously known as the only way to leave this place, despite already being able to defeat the stronger members here i had yet to be sent to the jutsu room where the brainwashing occurred.
glad of the luck I've had, i get up and head to the door, the clock had just struck 2 am and is the only time i know of that the chakra alerts go down.
the chakra alerts are actually large monitors in every room that are charged by a large crystal that captures chakra and uses it, every morning at 2 am it goes down for them to remove it and replace it with a fresh one.
as soon as the small blinking light disappeared i used my chakra creating 3 justus in the time it took for the power to be restored.
the first was to open every door i needed and the air vents but they were still "shut to onlookers" the second was 2 clones 1 transformed into a helmet and the third was a highly powered camouflage jutsu that made you seem invisible.
sending the other clone to take my place in the bed i placed the transformed helmet on (warrior helmet guys not a bike helmet) and headed out the unlocked doors.
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i had made it outside for he first time in the years i had been here when the alarm sounded.
freely using chakra i managed to avoid the high ranking ninja i had almost made it outside of the barbed wire fence when the woman who leads the place came out, it was obvious to me why she hated me for it was non other than barge, or mistress as we had to call her.
when the hokage had finally bucked up and did something about the way she was treating Naruto, i went and provided evidence against her in a hearing with her- i was the sole reason she was convicted because for some reason everybody hated Naruto, without me she would have gotten off free and she knew it too.
her bulky figure towered over me and her greasy hair was obviously pulled up into a bun, it was obvious who she was having lived with her for 6 years after my family died, even if she did have one of those annoying masks on.
the blank face stared at me, thinking quickly i used chakra to make my hand extremely sharp and sliced her side, she was caught unawares and retaliated, her justsu was a powerful electric snake that lunged at me i barely dodged it.
turning and running i made it outside of the compound, according to there laws they cannot leave the compound no matter what but i knew revenge was clouding her mind, it didn't matter if i was free she was still after me.
heading as fast as i could in the direction of the leaf village i vaguely wondered if this is what naruto felt like when he was being chased that night? maybe even worse since it was people who were loving to everyone else but him, how they could do that to a small kid i don't understand.
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picking up speed i noticed i was close not too close but still i knew i was, looking back i saw her being grabbed by another member and dragged away not before she sent one last jutsu at me.
i didn't have time to dodge but she had hit me with a very strong gust of wind that sent me flying my head collided with a large rock and i slipped into blissful darkness.
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third person pov.
the boy went flying and his head collided with a large rock knocking him out cold, it was morning before a young child discovered him but the child instead ran back to where he came from.
a little while later it returned with a lady dressed in entirely nun clothes with her orangey blonde hair green eyes and glasses, she lifted the child his helmet and all and took him to the orphanage she worked for .
she began to heal the child with jutsu most nuns knew and he stirred...
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kiyoshi pov.
my eyes opened and i was instantly aware of a ridiculous pain in my head, sitting up i looked around, freaking out, where am I,... is this where i live?
there seemed to be a lady near me who was holding a cloth near a bucket she smiled at me and handed me my helmet, which she said was mine, i couldn't remember having it nor could i remember anything really at all.
i had whispered that too her but otherwise kept quiet something in me told me its wise to keep quiet and not draw attention to myself. something in me was nagging me giving me the feeling i had something to do or someone to see but for the life of me i couldn't remember.
laying down back on the bed i heard the lady -Nono- she said she was called whisper-my sweet child, until you remember your name I will call you kabuto, just like the helmet you came carrying and injured to me.
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