FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It hurt, everything hurt, the world was nothing but hurt. It was like a hundred thousand knives driving into her all at once, and she knew exactly why. She, and her entire clan had been betrayed by their dick of a Kage. There was no real reason, that she knew... but when one lived in such a poor country, the Kage was God and you did what the Kage said no matter what it was. So when the Kage ordered the Inazuma clan slaughtered... well, they where slaughtered. All but one. She coughed and struggled to keep her head above the water. She was Manami Inazuma, the last of the Lightning clan. Her clan had been prized for their spectacular ease in handling, controlling, and manipulating electrical currents. They hadn't even needed to create the Electricity through a Jutsu, they could pull it, or drain it from other sources. Like power lines. With a twist of the wrist, a single Inazuma could leave an entire village without any power for as long as they wanted. Maybe that was why the Kage had slaughtered them, they where more powerful than he had been, and they all knew it.
Still, the betrayal hurt, even more than the sword still sticking out of her sternum, more than the vicious burns that covered most of her body, more than the broken bones in her left arm and leg. The betrayal hurt, but not as bad as realizing that everyone she had loved was gone. Her mother, her brother, her aunts, uncles, cousins and her tiny two year old nephew... all gone. She had fallen in battle, blacked out, but had woken to the Hunter Nin carefully rendering the bodies of her dead family useless to anyone who would want to steal the Inazuma secretes. The Kage clearly didn't want anyone to have even the faintest of inklings of the Inazuma left... well he'd failed. She'd dragged herself fifty feet to the local river, waiting with held breath every second of the way, praying she wouldn't be discovered. She hadn't been, and had let the icy waters sweep her away. She didn't know where she'd end up, but she'd rather die in the waters than be killed. She needn't have worried, she was never that lucky.
She slipped into darkness, and when she woke it was to a medic Nin listing off her injuries. “Third degree burns across her chest, back, neck and right arm. Three broken bones in her left arm, two in her left leg, a cracked rib. A severe concussion, a crack in her skull, stabbed through the sternum... it missed all the vital organs... what was strange was the mask...” the Healer commented, and Manami wanted to laugh. She was mostly blind. She could make out faint shapes, which where more like massive blobs of color. She found her incredibly limited sight to be more of a distraction than anything else, and wore a purple mask to keep her sight from interfering. She had a much more interesting way of 'seeing' though she wouldn't be able to do long range fighting with it, she was very deadly up close. Worse than a Hyuuga in fact, little blighters that they where. She groaned in pain as someone started running healing Chackra across her burns, it hurt, the dirt, water, much, grime, and twigs being pulled out of her bloody wounds. “W..Where?” she finally managed to make her throat work, trying to ask where she was and who was healing her.
Still, the betrayal hurt, even more than the sword still sticking out of her sternum, more than the vicious burns that covered most of her body, more than the broken bones in her left arm and leg. The betrayal hurt, but not as bad as realizing that everyone she had loved was gone. Her mother, her brother, her aunts, uncles, cousins and her tiny two year old nephew... all gone. She had fallen in battle, blacked out, but had woken to the Hunter Nin carefully rendering the bodies of her dead family useless to anyone who would want to steal the Inazuma secretes. The Kage clearly didn't want anyone to have even the faintest of inklings of the Inazuma left... well he'd failed. She'd dragged herself fifty feet to the local river, waiting with held breath every second of the way, praying she wouldn't be discovered. She hadn't been, and had let the icy waters sweep her away. She didn't know where she'd end up, but she'd rather die in the waters than be killed. She needn't have worried, she was never that lucky.
She slipped into darkness, and when she woke it was to a medic Nin listing off her injuries. “Third degree burns across her chest, back, neck and right arm. Three broken bones in her left arm, two in her left leg, a cracked rib. A severe concussion, a crack in her skull, stabbed through the sternum... it missed all the vital organs... what was strange was the mask...” the Healer commented, and Manami wanted to laugh. She was mostly blind. She could make out faint shapes, which where more like massive blobs of color. She found her incredibly limited sight to be more of a distraction than anything else, and wore a purple mask to keep her sight from interfering. She had a much more interesting way of 'seeing' though she wouldn't be able to do long range fighting with it, she was very deadly up close. Worse than a Hyuuga in fact, little blighters that they where. She groaned in pain as someone started running healing Chackra across her burns, it hurt, the dirt, water, much, grime, and twigs being pulled out of her bloody wounds. “W..Where?” she finally managed to make her throat work, trying to ask where she was and who was healing her.