Of Cat's and Mice
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Bones
Of Cat's and Mice
Chapter 3: Bones
A/N: No, I haven't abandon this story. I took a little break due to writers block and real life but hopefully I'll be updating sooner than I have been.
This chapter is a bit short but it's more of a transition chapter than anything so it's probably not that good, but enjoy anyways.
And thanks to all you who reviewed and got me motivated to whip my muse back into action. XD
It had been several day's since the field. Several day's of walking, ceaseless walking, through a large, leafy forest that he didn't recognize. In all those day's he had yet to see another living person but that didn't phase him, he was used to being alone and he almost preferred it.
Though his memory was gone Kimimaro could feel a life and energy building inside of him that he knew had been absent for too long.
Health. That was what it was, he was regaining his health after being sick for so long. He didn't quite remember how or why he had been sick but the lingering ache and sickness wasn't going to be missed once it was gone and for the most part he was content. He was healing and the forest was peaceful and quiet, giving him time to sort out the few thoughts he had.
His mind was refreshingly blank, filled mostly with thoughts about the sunlight through the trees and green eyes. The only thing bothering him was a strange condition he had discovered by accident while trying to catch a rabbit.
After days of scrounging around for whatever he could find to eat, Kimimaro had no choice but to try and catch something. It didn't take long to find a fat little bunny rabbit peering out at him from beneath a bush. They stared at each other for a while and Kimimaro felt a strange reluctance to kill the fluffy thing but his stomach would hear none of it.
In a move that he would admit was stupid afterwards, Kimimaro lunged for the white puff ball and almost made it when his fingers seemed to explode outwards. White projectiles flying out of the tips of his fingers and lodging in to the ground, scaring away his meal.
It had sent a strange chill through him. Kimimaro crawled over to the spot where the bunny had been and dug up one of the white projectiles. It was pretty small and sort of familiar looking. Kind of like a strange rock or a bone.
A second later he dropped the white thing as if it had burned him.
It couldn't be his bone. Kimimaro checked his fingertips to assure himself that his bones were all present and accounted for, and they were, but he couldn't shake the eerie feeling that follwoed him. Kimimaro left the area, trying to convince himself it wasn't what he thought but even so he knew, somewhere deep in his mind he knew.
It was confirmed only hours later when he happened to look down and saw the bones of his fingertips slowly sliding out of his skin, dropping soundlessly to the ground one by one.
Ever since then it had only gotten worse. He couldn't control it, his bones just wouldn't stay under his skin. The night before he woke up to find himself suspended half a foot in the air, his spine lodged into the ground below him. Before that he was walking and his ribs exploded out of his chest, disappearing back under his skin just as quickly and leaving him shaken the rest of the day.
It was one of many clues that said he wasn't normal. No matter how bad his memory was he was fully aware that bones were supposed to remain out of sight. It scared him. He wanted to pretend it didn't exist and he was normal but it continued to happen until he was forced to try and stop it, to control this strange ability.
It started slowly, extending the bones of his fingers and inch and then forcing it back. He found it wasn't as easy to get the bones back once they were outside his skin. They were like animals trapped in a cage that had to be reigned back in with a firm hand. Eventually he was able to control the tips of his fingers with little problem, though it was always easier to shoot them out like they had done that first day. Pulling the bones back in took a lot out of him and with his weak health Kimimaro decided it was best not to press his luck.
But at least he didn't have to worry about food anymore. The bone projectiles allowed him to catch his prey at a distance. He didn't really see what other use his ability was good for and ignored it if he could.
It wasn't until he reached the end of the forest that Kimimaro was forced to put his ability to true use. He was aware that he was young and looked deceptively weak, aware in that half conscious way where he wasn't exactly sure where this knowledge had come from, but he knew that he looked like a potential victim. However, it never once crossed his mind to be on the look out for danger. This was probably how danger found him so swiftly.
The moment he left the safety of the trees he was surrounded by three men, all wielding sharp, obviously well used weapons and grinning triumphantly. Obviously they had been following him for some time and were waiting for a clear shot to make their move. They were all large and scarred, that took Kimimaro aback. He knew there were other people in the world but the only one he could recall was the green eyed boy. The sigh of these rough, battle hardened men surprised him...but were somewhat familiar.
He had met men like these before but the moment he tried to conjure up the memory it disappeared like smoke.
Kimimaro paused for a moment, eying the three men before posing the question that had been haunting him for days. “Do you know where I can find the green eyed boy?”
The men seemed to take this as an invitation, lunging towards him clumsily. Kimimaro cried out in surprise, stumbling backwards into the trees when he was suddenly thrown back by a powerful thrust from his chest.
Almost as in slow motion his ribs tore through the skin of his chest and into the torsos of the three men who screamed in horror before falling silent, going limp like grim marionettes who's string had been cut.
It took no more than a few seconds but it felt like forever until the bones retreated back under his skin, allowing the men to fall heavily to the ground.
Kimimaro looked down at his unmarred chest, not quite believing what had happened. He didn't feel guilt...not exactly, but he felt a strange sort of regret. He didn't care about the men who probably would have killed him without a second thought, it was the act of killing them that shook him.
It was far to easy. He felt as though there should have been some big dramatic finish or a voice from the heavens condemning him but there was nothing. Only the silence of the forest and his own regret for having taken not one, but three lives.
He was tempted to just walk away and continue his search for the green eyed boy but something stopped him. He wasn't a cold-blooded murderer. He couldn't walk away from the bodies, leaving them to the animals. So Kimimaro spent the next day digging shallow graves for the three men with his bare hands, cutting and bruising them in the process, but with a deep sense of satisfaction when he was done.
Kimimaro knew it was somehow symbolic but he didn't know how. All he knew for certain was that when he walked away from the forest and into the desert lands that he had changed somehow. He was slowly wiping away his unknown past, leaving it behind him in the graves of the three men. His past didn't matter, only his future and he was nearer to the green eyed boy who could possibly give him some answers.
A/N: Short and sweet. The next chapter will be longer and will feature Neji and Orochimaru.
Chapter 3: Bones
A/N: No, I haven't abandon this story. I took a little break due to writers block and real life but hopefully I'll be updating sooner than I have been.
This chapter is a bit short but it's more of a transition chapter than anything so it's probably not that good, but enjoy anyways.
And thanks to all you who reviewed and got me motivated to whip my muse back into action. XD
It had been several day's since the field. Several day's of walking, ceaseless walking, through a large, leafy forest that he didn't recognize. In all those day's he had yet to see another living person but that didn't phase him, he was used to being alone and he almost preferred it.
Though his memory was gone Kimimaro could feel a life and energy building inside of him that he knew had been absent for too long.
Health. That was what it was, he was regaining his health after being sick for so long. He didn't quite remember how or why he had been sick but the lingering ache and sickness wasn't going to be missed once it was gone and for the most part he was content. He was healing and the forest was peaceful and quiet, giving him time to sort out the few thoughts he had.
His mind was refreshingly blank, filled mostly with thoughts about the sunlight through the trees and green eyes. The only thing bothering him was a strange condition he had discovered by accident while trying to catch a rabbit.
After days of scrounging around for whatever he could find to eat, Kimimaro had no choice but to try and catch something. It didn't take long to find a fat little bunny rabbit peering out at him from beneath a bush. They stared at each other for a while and Kimimaro felt a strange reluctance to kill the fluffy thing but his stomach would hear none of it.
In a move that he would admit was stupid afterwards, Kimimaro lunged for the white puff ball and almost made it when his fingers seemed to explode outwards. White projectiles flying out of the tips of his fingers and lodging in to the ground, scaring away his meal.
It had sent a strange chill through him. Kimimaro crawled over to the spot where the bunny had been and dug up one of the white projectiles. It was pretty small and sort of familiar looking. Kind of like a strange rock or a bone.
A second later he dropped the white thing as if it had burned him.
It couldn't be his bone. Kimimaro checked his fingertips to assure himself that his bones were all present and accounted for, and they were, but he couldn't shake the eerie feeling that follwoed him. Kimimaro left the area, trying to convince himself it wasn't what he thought but even so he knew, somewhere deep in his mind he knew.
It was confirmed only hours later when he happened to look down and saw the bones of his fingertips slowly sliding out of his skin, dropping soundlessly to the ground one by one.
Ever since then it had only gotten worse. He couldn't control it, his bones just wouldn't stay under his skin. The night before he woke up to find himself suspended half a foot in the air, his spine lodged into the ground below him. Before that he was walking and his ribs exploded out of his chest, disappearing back under his skin just as quickly and leaving him shaken the rest of the day.
It was one of many clues that said he wasn't normal. No matter how bad his memory was he was fully aware that bones were supposed to remain out of sight. It scared him. He wanted to pretend it didn't exist and he was normal but it continued to happen until he was forced to try and stop it, to control this strange ability.
It started slowly, extending the bones of his fingers and inch and then forcing it back. He found it wasn't as easy to get the bones back once they were outside his skin. They were like animals trapped in a cage that had to be reigned back in with a firm hand. Eventually he was able to control the tips of his fingers with little problem, though it was always easier to shoot them out like they had done that first day. Pulling the bones back in took a lot out of him and with his weak health Kimimaro decided it was best not to press his luck.
But at least he didn't have to worry about food anymore. The bone projectiles allowed him to catch his prey at a distance. He didn't really see what other use his ability was good for and ignored it if he could.
It wasn't until he reached the end of the forest that Kimimaro was forced to put his ability to true use. He was aware that he was young and looked deceptively weak, aware in that half conscious way where he wasn't exactly sure where this knowledge had come from, but he knew that he looked like a potential victim. However, it never once crossed his mind to be on the look out for danger. This was probably how danger found him so swiftly.
The moment he left the safety of the trees he was surrounded by three men, all wielding sharp, obviously well used weapons and grinning triumphantly. Obviously they had been following him for some time and were waiting for a clear shot to make their move. They were all large and scarred, that took Kimimaro aback. He knew there were other people in the world but the only one he could recall was the green eyed boy. The sigh of these rough, battle hardened men surprised him...but were somewhat familiar.
He had met men like these before but the moment he tried to conjure up the memory it disappeared like smoke.
Kimimaro paused for a moment, eying the three men before posing the question that had been haunting him for days. “Do you know where I can find the green eyed boy?”
The men seemed to take this as an invitation, lunging towards him clumsily. Kimimaro cried out in surprise, stumbling backwards into the trees when he was suddenly thrown back by a powerful thrust from his chest.
Almost as in slow motion his ribs tore through the skin of his chest and into the torsos of the three men who screamed in horror before falling silent, going limp like grim marionettes who's string had been cut.
It took no more than a few seconds but it felt like forever until the bones retreated back under his skin, allowing the men to fall heavily to the ground.
Kimimaro looked down at his unmarred chest, not quite believing what had happened. He didn't feel guilt...not exactly, but he felt a strange sort of regret. He didn't care about the men who probably would have killed him without a second thought, it was the act of killing them that shook him.
It was far to easy. He felt as though there should have been some big dramatic finish or a voice from the heavens condemning him but there was nothing. Only the silence of the forest and his own regret for having taken not one, but three lives.
He was tempted to just walk away and continue his search for the green eyed boy but something stopped him. He wasn't a cold-blooded murderer. He couldn't walk away from the bodies, leaving them to the animals. So Kimimaro spent the next day digging shallow graves for the three men with his bare hands, cutting and bruising them in the process, but with a deep sense of satisfaction when he was done.
Kimimaro knew it was somehow symbolic but he didn't know how. All he knew for certain was that when he walked away from the forest and into the desert lands that he had changed somehow. He was slowly wiping away his unknown past, leaving it behind him in the graves of the three men. His past didn't matter, only his future and he was nearer to the green eyed boy who could possibly give him some answers.
A/N: Short and sweet. The next chapter will be longer and will feature Neji and Orochimaru.