It's Called Skiler Love!
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
985
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
It's Called Skiler Love!
“Itachi! Here, Hold on to this.” The five year old held out her small fist and dropped the object into the older boy’s hand. “Don’t loose it. It only works for you. It glows when I miss you; it beats when I long for you, and sings when I sing for you.”
The ten-year-old boy opened his hand to see the object and gasped. “How did you pay for this?”
The blue-black haired girl smiled a sad smile. Her eyes sparkled with sadness. “It’s my heart. I pulled it out just for you. It wasn’t easy but I shaped it into something small and manageable. You . . . don’t want it?”
The boy looked up, shook written all over his face. “No, I love it, but what about you?”
“I’ll live without it as long as you still love me.”
“Skiler! (Sky-ler)!”
“Well, that’s my mommy,” she lied, “I better go.” With that the younger child ran off leaving the boy starring at the necklace.
It's so perfectly shaped, He thought. He unhooked the chain and slid it around his neck where he re-hooked it. The golden heart with a blood red outline of a wild dog fell gently on his upper chest. The black wings attached to the side gently flapped in the small wind it had created its self while falling.
-0-
“SKILER!”
Skiler slowly awoke long forgotten memories. Just from the banging on the door she knew who it was; John. Of course, she though, every on else just barges right on in, saying stuff like a ‘good member of the ‘Deadly Sins’ never sleeps.’ Pathetic really. If no one sleeps then how do they have so much energy? When she had pointed this out to her one and only best friend, John, he had said something about ‘meditating’ instead of sleeping. She never under stood it.
“COME ON SKILER! THE NEW RECRUITS ARE COMING AND THERE NEW ‘MOTHER’ ASIGNMEANT!” The 15 year old shouted.
In Skiler’s world, ‘mothers’, as the others call them, take on new members of the gang. The ‘mothers’ are usually young girls from age 14 to 20. The new recruits are usually any where from the ages 2 to 11. She had refused to take on a group mainly out of fear of becoming like her ‘mother’, who had hated her with a passion.
BANG! BANG!
“ALRIGHT I’m COMING! JEEZ, JOHN CAN YOU KNOCK ANY LOUDER?” She yelled back finally deciding to get out of bed. “You can come in now.”
The door opened then closed just as quickly. Skiler picked up he comb, which sat on her night stand, and walked over to the mirror in the far left corner of the room. She stopped and stared at the pale girl who stared back at her. The young girl had short blond hair that ended just below her ears and the back was spicked to give her more of a punk-ish look. One of her eyes were closed while the other was half open, heavyset with sleep. Both eyes had a thin line of black outlining them, coused form going weeks at a time with out sleep or the proper amount of sleep.
Skiler sighed at her own reflection and gently started to run the brush through her hair. “Every day I look in this mirror and reminds me of the first time I got here. My real mother had died from a rare disease and Papa couldn’t look at me anymore with out seeing her. He thought latter I’d grow up to be different. You know look more like my brothers and my younger sister. After I turned four I started to act like her, he said. Finally at five he dicided I’d end up just like her. So he one day…”
Skiler ran through the house excitedly. She wove in and out of her two older brothers bumping into her younger sister. “Sorry,” she grinned down at the three year-old, “I didn’t see you there.” Her little sister’s eyes were wide as dinner plates.
“Jeez, skiler,” Her oldest brother scolded, they weren’t aloud to call her ‘sister’, “you could have killed her with a fall like that. She’s only three and her bones aren’t fully developed, yet.” That’s Tommy for you. Tommy, or Tom, had dads smarts, or memory; He could look at a text book and repeat it word for word a year later. It was a gift Skiler wished she had. Maybe she would pass all her written test and finally show her papa she was worthy of being part of the family.
Skiler jumped up at lightning speed. “OH MY GOSH! ANA, I’M SO, SO SORRY! I DIDN’T KNOW. REALLY, ANA, DON”T TELL PAPA. HE’LL KILL ME!”
Ana looked up at her older sister, her eyes betraying the evil thoughts going through her head. Ana had her own way of being apart of the family. She looked like dad and mom put together, but her mind was something else.
“Oh no,” Skiler started panicing. This can’t be good.
Suddenly, Ana started sniffing, her eyes tearing up with fake tears, then she was sobbing on the floor with her hands on the back of her head. “Papa…” She got up and shoot off to Papa’s study. Skiler was too scared to move. If Ana made it to that room- and Papa so she was ‘crying’, hell blame it on her!
This isn’t good, skiler thought. “Ana, NO!” Too late. Ana had already open the door and ran in. This cant be happing. Please don’t let him believe her, She prayed.
“SKILER!” There fathers voice rang through the house. Then the was evil stomping and her dad was infront of her. His brown her covered his gray eyes giving him the scaryest look she’d ever seen in her life. “That’s it, Skiler. Your out of here. I don’t know why I keep your ass here to begin with! I should have sent you away after Jane died!”
Skiler fell to the ground crying. “I didn’t mean to, Papa. Please don’t send me away!” she begged between sobs, “Please, Papa… Please…”
Skiler’s memory faded from her mind. “Next day they made it seem like we were moving and I thought I was off the hook, Or Papa just forgot. What I forgot was that Papa never forgets anything.” Skiler put the brush on the night stand again before walking to the small table by the mirror and picking up the clean white bandages.
“That’s a sad story. Why’d you tell me about it?” John asked as he watch skiler wrap her eyes. His brown eye’s met with her one white and black eye(its all white outlined with a black thin circle to show she has an eye color).
“You’ve been my friend since we were ten. I think I can trust you.”
“Hey, Skiler?”
“Hmm?” She humed as she finished tying the bandages.
“Since were in a trusting mood. What color is your right eye and what’s wrong with it?”
“It’s pitch black. Almost like a black hole. It’s one of the meny scares I’ve gotten from my ‘mother’.” Skiler replied with a sad smile. “It’s a reminder of every thing she did for me.”
-0-
Skiler stood in front of the leader; her head bowed staring at the cold stone floor. “You called for me, Ryoku-sama?”
“Yes. I have a mission for you and your…” He looked at John back to Skiler, “team.”
Skiler looked up at the person who was covered completely in shadows. He seemed to always carry them around everywhere. “Yes, sir. What is it?”
“I want you to find this person.” A vanilla folder plopped down in front of her feet. “After he is found, kill him!”
“Yes, Ryoku-sama.” She bent down and picked up the folder, and both, Skiler and John turned to leave.
“Oh, and Skiler.”
She turned back to him. “Yes.”
“Call me Ryo. After all,” he paused, staring evily at John as if to mock him- dareing him to do something (at this point John's thinking 'Uh oh' and shifting his eyes from Skile to the leater and back again), “we are getting married next month.”
“Go screw your self!” with that she turned and stomped out. John glared at the leader for a few more seconds before following suit.
Ryoku just laughed.
“Are you sure that’s wise, Ryoku-sama? She is a strong woman. I’d hate to get on her bad side,” A gentle males voice whispered softly behind him.
“It’s fun to mess with her.” Ryoku laughed a little more before turning and walk away to his room.
-0-
“That jerk,” Skiler yelled stomping down the hall way, the vanilla folder clunched tightly in her hand. “He knows I hate him!” She turned down another hall way.
“I think he was just jokeing, Skiler.”
“Who I spend the rest of my life with is nothing to joke about!” She roughly pushed open hers and Johns apartment door open, causing it to slam into the wall.
“Take it easy, Skiler. The boss wont like it if you go around destroying stuff. It was just a joke.” John gently closed the door with a small click.
“It’s not funny.”
The brown haired man sighed. “Whatever. Who are we killing now? Some lady who wouldn’t have sex with the boss? Some guy who picked on the wrong group?”
“I don’t know, haven’t opened it to look at it.” Skiler brought the folder up to her face and sniffed it like it was going to tell her who it was by its smell.
John looked at her weird. “Why must you sniff them before you open them?”
“It might tell me how strong they are.”
Silence.
“You and your mental illnesses.”
“What it could happen.”
“Yeah. Whatever. Just open it.”
Skiler open the folder flipping through the pages, gently ran her finger down them. Then she gasped and droped the folder.
“What is it?”
The ten-year-old boy opened his hand to see the object and gasped. “How did you pay for this?”
The blue-black haired girl smiled a sad smile. Her eyes sparkled with sadness. “It’s my heart. I pulled it out just for you. It wasn’t easy but I shaped it into something small and manageable. You . . . don’t want it?”
The boy looked up, shook written all over his face. “No, I love it, but what about you?”
“I’ll live without it as long as you still love me.”
“Skiler! (Sky-ler)!”
“Well, that’s my mommy,” she lied, “I better go.” With that the younger child ran off leaving the boy starring at the necklace.
It's so perfectly shaped, He thought. He unhooked the chain and slid it around his neck where he re-hooked it. The golden heart with a blood red outline of a wild dog fell gently on his upper chest. The black wings attached to the side gently flapped in the small wind it had created its self while falling.
-0-
“SKILER!”
Skiler slowly awoke long forgotten memories. Just from the banging on the door she knew who it was; John. Of course, she though, every on else just barges right on in, saying stuff like a ‘good member of the ‘Deadly Sins’ never sleeps.’ Pathetic really. If no one sleeps then how do they have so much energy? When she had pointed this out to her one and only best friend, John, he had said something about ‘meditating’ instead of sleeping. She never under stood it.
“COME ON SKILER! THE NEW RECRUITS ARE COMING AND THERE NEW ‘MOTHER’ ASIGNMEANT!” The 15 year old shouted.
In Skiler’s world, ‘mothers’, as the others call them, take on new members of the gang. The ‘mothers’ are usually young girls from age 14 to 20. The new recruits are usually any where from the ages 2 to 11. She had refused to take on a group mainly out of fear of becoming like her ‘mother’, who had hated her with a passion.
BANG! BANG!
“ALRIGHT I’m COMING! JEEZ, JOHN CAN YOU KNOCK ANY LOUDER?” She yelled back finally deciding to get out of bed. “You can come in now.”
The door opened then closed just as quickly. Skiler picked up he comb, which sat on her night stand, and walked over to the mirror in the far left corner of the room. She stopped and stared at the pale girl who stared back at her. The young girl had short blond hair that ended just below her ears and the back was spicked to give her more of a punk-ish look. One of her eyes were closed while the other was half open, heavyset with sleep. Both eyes had a thin line of black outlining them, coused form going weeks at a time with out sleep or the proper amount of sleep.
Skiler sighed at her own reflection and gently started to run the brush through her hair. “Every day I look in this mirror and reminds me of the first time I got here. My real mother had died from a rare disease and Papa couldn’t look at me anymore with out seeing her. He thought latter I’d grow up to be different. You know look more like my brothers and my younger sister. After I turned four I started to act like her, he said. Finally at five he dicided I’d end up just like her. So he one day…”
Skiler ran through the house excitedly. She wove in and out of her two older brothers bumping into her younger sister. “Sorry,” she grinned down at the three year-old, “I didn’t see you there.” Her little sister’s eyes were wide as dinner plates.
“Jeez, skiler,” Her oldest brother scolded, they weren’t aloud to call her ‘sister’, “you could have killed her with a fall like that. She’s only three and her bones aren’t fully developed, yet.” That’s Tommy for you. Tommy, or Tom, had dads smarts, or memory; He could look at a text book and repeat it word for word a year later. It was a gift Skiler wished she had. Maybe she would pass all her written test and finally show her papa she was worthy of being part of the family.
Skiler jumped up at lightning speed. “OH MY GOSH! ANA, I’M SO, SO SORRY! I DIDN’T KNOW. REALLY, ANA, DON”T TELL PAPA. HE’LL KILL ME!”
Ana looked up at her older sister, her eyes betraying the evil thoughts going through her head. Ana had her own way of being apart of the family. She looked like dad and mom put together, but her mind was something else.
“Oh no,” Skiler started panicing. This can’t be good.
Suddenly, Ana started sniffing, her eyes tearing up with fake tears, then she was sobbing on the floor with her hands on the back of her head. “Papa…” She got up and shoot off to Papa’s study. Skiler was too scared to move. If Ana made it to that room- and Papa so she was ‘crying’, hell blame it on her!
This isn’t good, skiler thought. “Ana, NO!” Too late. Ana had already open the door and ran in. This cant be happing. Please don’t let him believe her, She prayed.
“SKILER!” There fathers voice rang through the house. Then the was evil stomping and her dad was infront of her. His brown her covered his gray eyes giving him the scaryest look she’d ever seen in her life. “That’s it, Skiler. Your out of here. I don’t know why I keep your ass here to begin with! I should have sent you away after Jane died!”
Skiler fell to the ground crying. “I didn’t mean to, Papa. Please don’t send me away!” she begged between sobs, “Please, Papa… Please…”
Skiler’s memory faded from her mind. “Next day they made it seem like we were moving and I thought I was off the hook, Or Papa just forgot. What I forgot was that Papa never forgets anything.” Skiler put the brush on the night stand again before walking to the small table by the mirror and picking up the clean white bandages.
“That’s a sad story. Why’d you tell me about it?” John asked as he watch skiler wrap her eyes. His brown eye’s met with her one white and black eye(its all white outlined with a black thin circle to show she has an eye color).
“You’ve been my friend since we were ten. I think I can trust you.”
“Hey, Skiler?”
“Hmm?” She humed as she finished tying the bandages.
“Since were in a trusting mood. What color is your right eye and what’s wrong with it?”
“It’s pitch black. Almost like a black hole. It’s one of the meny scares I’ve gotten from my ‘mother’.” Skiler replied with a sad smile. “It’s a reminder of every thing she did for me.”
-0-
Skiler stood in front of the leader; her head bowed staring at the cold stone floor. “You called for me, Ryoku-sama?”
“Yes. I have a mission for you and your…” He looked at John back to Skiler, “team.”
Skiler looked up at the person who was covered completely in shadows. He seemed to always carry them around everywhere. “Yes, sir. What is it?”
“I want you to find this person.” A vanilla folder plopped down in front of her feet. “After he is found, kill him!”
“Yes, Ryoku-sama.” She bent down and picked up the folder, and both, Skiler and John turned to leave.
“Oh, and Skiler.”
She turned back to him. “Yes.”
“Call me Ryo. After all,” he paused, staring evily at John as if to mock him- dareing him to do something (at this point John's thinking 'Uh oh' and shifting his eyes from Skile to the leater and back again), “we are getting married next month.”
“Go screw your self!” with that she turned and stomped out. John glared at the leader for a few more seconds before following suit.
Ryoku just laughed.
“Are you sure that’s wise, Ryoku-sama? She is a strong woman. I’d hate to get on her bad side,” A gentle males voice whispered softly behind him.
“It’s fun to mess with her.” Ryoku laughed a little more before turning and walk away to his room.
-0-
“That jerk,” Skiler yelled stomping down the hall way, the vanilla folder clunched tightly in her hand. “He knows I hate him!” She turned down another hall way.
“I think he was just jokeing, Skiler.”
“Who I spend the rest of my life with is nothing to joke about!” She roughly pushed open hers and Johns apartment door open, causing it to slam into the wall.
“Take it easy, Skiler. The boss wont like it if you go around destroying stuff. It was just a joke.” John gently closed the door with a small click.
“It’s not funny.”
The brown haired man sighed. “Whatever. Who are we killing now? Some lady who wouldn’t have sex with the boss? Some guy who picked on the wrong group?”
“I don’t know, haven’t opened it to look at it.” Skiler brought the folder up to her face and sniffed it like it was going to tell her who it was by its smell.
John looked at her weird. “Why must you sniff them before you open them?”
“It might tell me how strong they are.”
Silence.
“You and your mental illnesses.”
“What it could happen.”
“Yeah. Whatever. Just open it.”
Skiler open the folder flipping through the pages, gently ran her finger down them. Then she gasped and droped the folder.
“What is it?”