It's Called Skiler Love!
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
984
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 Confusion!
“This thing called ‘life’, what is it really?
Preparations for ‘death’?
But then what is ‘death’?
Preparations for a new beginning?
But then isn’t that ‘life’ all over again?”
Signed: Skiler
Date: January 2006
Last time:
Skiler open the folder flipping through the pages, gently ran her finger down them. Then she gasped and dropped the folder.
“What is it?”
“What is it?” John questioned, walking over to the folder. He read the small tab on the side of it seeing how the papers inside were special papers only Skiler’s hands could read (You know the papers for the blind? yeah I don’t know what there called I forgot to research it). “Uchiha, Itachi,” He read aloud, “Oh, I head of him. He murdered his whole clan. Lucky fucker! I’ve wanted to do that to mine for a long while.” He looked over at Skiler as if just noticing her. “Skiler? what’s wrong?”
“It’s him,” She murmured more to herself then to John.
“What about him?”
“That asshole! I turn my back for a little bit and he goes and does something stupid!” Skiler yelled to the ceiling forgetting the fact a lot could happen in ten years. She was proof of that.
“You know him?” John lifted the folder a little nodding to it at the same time to show what he meant.
“Yeah,” Skiler whispered smiling sadly. Like always, thought John.
Skiler was three and a half again. Even though she had met him a day ago, she knew she was obsessed with her new friend. The boy had found her bloody and bruised on the side of the street not long after her father was done with her and taken her home to his father.
His father had looked at her with those strange red eyes and smirked. “On the side of the street you say?” He asked her dark haired savor. The boy just nodded. His father turned back to the dark haired girl that laid in his sons bed. “What were you doing out there?”
Skiler frowned. “I don’t remember,” she lied. Yes she did. She should tell on him, but she didn’t have the will. She loved her father, and, under all the mean things he had said and did, he loved her too.
“I see,” the red eyed man spoke, “Well, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to.” Then he left her and the boy alone.
And she had stayed. The boy, who she found out was Itachi, had gone back to her father to tell him where she was. Father was unusually nice for once and let her stay. Even though he lied about the beating and said she was in a fight.
“Skiler,” Itachi said snapping her out of her thoughts.
“Yes?” was his excided reply from the small girl.
“Dinners ready.” He walked off with out another word.
“Oh,” She murmured sadly, “Okay.” Skiler didn’t know why, but she was sad. Being close to him made her happy but when he wasn’t there… she wanted to cry. Skiler stood up both confused and sadden and went down to dinner. Today she sat by his mother on the other side of the table.
Skiler skipped a beat now that she thought of it. It’s been a while since she last thought of him. After the first few years of crying for him to come, she noticed he would never find her where she was.
“Lets set up camp,” John said. He looked at the map, “There should be a field 500 steps, left, north- north east.”
“Okay.”
They got to the field fairly quickly and started setting up. “There’s no rush, Skiler. We have as long as we wish to kill him.”
Skiler stopped what she was doing; she had put a tent up enough times in her life before losing her eyes to know how with out thinking. “I know,” she depressingly told John, “I just want to finish it before I change my mind on my feelings for him.”
“Well, then. I’ll go get fire wood!” John walked off cheerfully giving her time alone. When he got far enough away he stopped acting. Don’t do something you’ll regret, Skiler, he looked up towards the darkening sky, if any one deserved happiness. It’s you.
Itachi. Every time I think of you I get confused. What are these feelings I have for you? Even after so long there still there. Skiler sat down on a near by fallen log and unwrapped her bandages reveling one white eye with a black pupil in the middle and a thin black circle inclosing it. Her right closed as always. She sat there watching the stars appear one by one in the darkening sky.
A scream escaped her lips as the girl looked at the small test tube hanging threateningly above her right eye. She struggled against her bonds. “Please . . .” Her cracked voice screamed through the room, “Don’t . . .”
“Join the Guild!” the deep voice of her holder demanded.
“ . . . No.”
“Fine with me.”
With that a drip of liquid fell toward her eye. Unable to blink because of the ice needles pinning her eyelid open, She struggled even more. What is it? Oh god, I hope It’s not acid! She yelled in her mind, panicking. The little droplet hit her eye directly.
“Ah . . .” It burned.
It ate away at right eye to where she could no longer see. Colorful words entered and exited her throat. Words she didn’t know the meaning to but she knew they were angry words that didn’t have pretty meaning. As soon as she could move her arms, she started grabbing and scratched at her burning eye, screeching.
She could feel somewhere her beloved Itachi could feel the pain too. The burning. The unbearable pain that shot trough her eye to her brain. It was worse then acid. It was worse the having you eye ripped out. It was blinding pain that was so unbearable everyone around you could feel the room fill up with the emotion of pain.
Skiler’s mind went black. Images flashed by with amazing speed. Finally rested on another one.
The lady’s hand pushed her into the bedroom where her molester waited for her. Soon, before she could think what to do, she was pinned to the sheet less bed, the guy was on top of her forcing his tongue down her throat, and ripping at her clothes.
The little 6 year old tried to push him off. No use he was taller, bigger, and stronger.
“Itachi!” she sobbed in fear as soon as she had a chance. A blank ninja headband covered her right eye. Her cry earned her a slap. “Stop! please… Stop!”
Skiler’s mind was blank once again. More images went by. In her mind Skiler screamed for it to stop. For it all to stop, but she knew for it to stop she would have to stop. Skiler had to stop living for them to stop playing with her.
“Skiler, this is John, your new caretaker,” The man next to her told her in a harsh voice. “Make sure she doesn’t die!” he snapped at the younger male.
“Yes sir,” John answered emotionlessly as the man walked off. As soon as the man could no longer be heard or seen, John turned to Skiler. His harsh eyes soften when he looked at her face. He gently ran a figure over the frightened girls bandages. “You poor, poor thing.”
Skiler flinched moving away. “I don’t need your sympathy. I’m proud of my eyes!” She snapped at him.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar!” She yelled, backing into a tree.
“Please, Skiler! I will not hurt you.” He tried again, slowly and gently, to touch her. Some how she managed moved three feet to the left. “Come on, Skiler, I wont hurt you.”
“No, you will. I know all the people in the guild will. They tried. They did and it hurts to think about it.”
Guilt and anger both filled John. What did those fuckers do to her, he asked himself. He watched as black tears dripped slowly from her young eyes turning the white, freshly wrapped bandages into black.
Preparations for ‘death’?
But then what is ‘death’?
Preparations for a new beginning?
But then isn’t that ‘life’ all over again?”
Signed: Skiler
Date: January 2006
Last time:
Skiler open the folder flipping through the pages, gently ran her finger down them. Then she gasped and dropped the folder.
“What is it?”
“What is it?” John questioned, walking over to the folder. He read the small tab on the side of it seeing how the papers inside were special papers only Skiler’s hands could read (You know the papers for the blind? yeah I don’t know what there called I forgot to research it). “Uchiha, Itachi,” He read aloud, “Oh, I head of him. He murdered his whole clan. Lucky fucker! I’ve wanted to do that to mine for a long while.” He looked over at Skiler as if just noticing her. “Skiler? what’s wrong?”
“It’s him,” She murmured more to herself then to John.
“What about him?”
“That asshole! I turn my back for a little bit and he goes and does something stupid!” Skiler yelled to the ceiling forgetting the fact a lot could happen in ten years. She was proof of that.
“You know him?” John lifted the folder a little nodding to it at the same time to show what he meant.
“Yeah,” Skiler whispered smiling sadly. Like always, thought John.
Skiler was three and a half again. Even though she had met him a day ago, she knew she was obsessed with her new friend. The boy had found her bloody and bruised on the side of the street not long after her father was done with her and taken her home to his father.
His father had looked at her with those strange red eyes and smirked. “On the side of the street you say?” He asked her dark haired savor. The boy just nodded. His father turned back to the dark haired girl that laid in his sons bed. “What were you doing out there?”
Skiler frowned. “I don’t remember,” she lied. Yes she did. She should tell on him, but she didn’t have the will. She loved her father, and, under all the mean things he had said and did, he loved her too.
“I see,” the red eyed man spoke, “Well, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to.” Then he left her and the boy alone.
And she had stayed. The boy, who she found out was Itachi, had gone back to her father to tell him where she was. Father was unusually nice for once and let her stay. Even though he lied about the beating and said she was in a fight.
“Skiler,” Itachi said snapping her out of her thoughts.
“Yes?” was his excided reply from the small girl.
“Dinners ready.” He walked off with out another word.
“Oh,” She murmured sadly, “Okay.” Skiler didn’t know why, but she was sad. Being close to him made her happy but when he wasn’t there… she wanted to cry. Skiler stood up both confused and sadden and went down to dinner. Today she sat by his mother on the other side of the table.
Skiler skipped a beat now that she thought of it. It’s been a while since she last thought of him. After the first few years of crying for him to come, she noticed he would never find her where she was.
“Lets set up camp,” John said. He looked at the map, “There should be a field 500 steps, left, north- north east.”
“Okay.”
They got to the field fairly quickly and started setting up. “There’s no rush, Skiler. We have as long as we wish to kill him.”
Skiler stopped what she was doing; she had put a tent up enough times in her life before losing her eyes to know how with out thinking. “I know,” she depressingly told John, “I just want to finish it before I change my mind on my feelings for him.”
“Well, then. I’ll go get fire wood!” John walked off cheerfully giving her time alone. When he got far enough away he stopped acting. Don’t do something you’ll regret, Skiler, he looked up towards the darkening sky, if any one deserved happiness. It’s you.
Itachi. Every time I think of you I get confused. What are these feelings I have for you? Even after so long there still there. Skiler sat down on a near by fallen log and unwrapped her bandages reveling one white eye with a black pupil in the middle and a thin black circle inclosing it. Her right closed as always. She sat there watching the stars appear one by one in the darkening sky.
A scream escaped her lips as the girl looked at the small test tube hanging threateningly above her right eye. She struggled against her bonds. “Please . . .” Her cracked voice screamed through the room, “Don’t . . .”
“Join the Guild!” the deep voice of her holder demanded.
“ . . . No.”
“Fine with me.”
With that a drip of liquid fell toward her eye. Unable to blink because of the ice needles pinning her eyelid open, She struggled even more. What is it? Oh god, I hope It’s not acid! She yelled in her mind, panicking. The little droplet hit her eye directly.
“Ah . . .” It burned.
It ate away at right eye to where she could no longer see. Colorful words entered and exited her throat. Words she didn’t know the meaning to but she knew they were angry words that didn’t have pretty meaning. As soon as she could move her arms, she started grabbing and scratched at her burning eye, screeching.
She could feel somewhere her beloved Itachi could feel the pain too. The burning. The unbearable pain that shot trough her eye to her brain. It was worse then acid. It was worse the having you eye ripped out. It was blinding pain that was so unbearable everyone around you could feel the room fill up with the emotion of pain.
Skiler’s mind went black. Images flashed by with amazing speed. Finally rested on another one.
The lady’s hand pushed her into the bedroom where her molester waited for her. Soon, before she could think what to do, she was pinned to the sheet less bed, the guy was on top of her forcing his tongue down her throat, and ripping at her clothes.
The little 6 year old tried to push him off. No use he was taller, bigger, and stronger.
“Itachi!” she sobbed in fear as soon as she had a chance. A blank ninja headband covered her right eye. Her cry earned her a slap. “Stop! please… Stop!”
Skiler’s mind was blank once again. More images went by. In her mind Skiler screamed for it to stop. For it all to stop, but she knew for it to stop she would have to stop. Skiler had to stop living for them to stop playing with her.
“Skiler, this is John, your new caretaker,” The man next to her told her in a harsh voice. “Make sure she doesn’t die!” he snapped at the younger male.
“Yes sir,” John answered emotionlessly as the man walked off. As soon as the man could no longer be heard or seen, John turned to Skiler. His harsh eyes soften when he looked at her face. He gently ran a figure over the frightened girls bandages. “You poor, poor thing.”
Skiler flinched moving away. “I don’t need your sympathy. I’m proud of my eyes!” She snapped at him.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar!” She yelled, backing into a tree.
“Please, Skiler! I will not hurt you.” He tried again, slowly and gently, to touch her. Some how she managed moved three feet to the left. “Come on, Skiler, I wont hurt you.”
“No, you will. I know all the people in the guild will. They tried. They did and it hurts to think about it.”
Guilt and anger both filled John. What did those fuckers do to her, he asked himself. He watched as black tears dripped slowly from her young eyes turning the white, freshly wrapped bandages into black.