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Koiuta, V.2	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Koiuta, Love Song V.2

Note: I really, really like Tasha and her entire story. But as I read it again, four years after its completion and six years after its start, I felt an intense need to rewrite it, to change some things. This is not the same story we went on with Tasha in her first story, but I’m still keeping all the parts I really adored. Be ready for a whole new ride.

Prologue

My name is Tasha, and I was born in the Land of Earth, northwest of the Land of Fire. My father is called Hiyoshi, my mother Chiaki, both from the clan Kurotaishou. A stupid name, I know, but I didn’t get to pick it, now did I?

I’m a kunoichi, a ninja, Genin-level. I’ve seventeen years old and I have a love-hate relationship with it all. I never had a choice when it came to being a ninja, it was something forced on me from the time I was old enough to walk. That isn’t so surprising in my country, though; children never made any decisions regarding their lives here. It’s a tough existence, wrought with challenges and perils.

For example, to become a Genin, you have to be willing to kill. The test we take pairs us off against an opponent stronger than ourselves, usually a Chunnin, and the starting bell is rung. You have to draw blood or serious injury on your rival before you can be knocked out, and the trial is so brutal that most pre-graduates view it as a fight for survival. Anyone who fails the exam is barred from ever trying again.

I managed mine at age six, but only because I had some skill with chakra at the time (my element is wind) and a certain love of bladed weapons. My father was so proud when the Chunnin’s arm was detached from his body, but ever since then, more people hated me than liked me. The instructors were proud I’d severed an arm (and it’d been reattached, though the Chunnin was expelled for his monumental failure) but none of the children my age trusted me.

That made my eventual team a difficult thing to survive. Oh, certainly, our sensei Kuhiro-sama liked my brutal tendencies, but my teammates Genji-san and Shuichi-san often tried to injure me “accidentally” in missions. It made it all the worse that my father had some sway over the Tsuchikage, his influence leading to our team being denied entry into the Chunnin Exam despite all of us being old enough to participate.

The only reason why my father had that authority was because of our clan’s history: we’d spent the last two hundred years compiling a fountain of chakra with the ultimate goal of using it to recover our lost kekkei genkai. I was the current holder of this precious item, a tiny blue jewel imbedded beside my left eye. Its purpose is to collect my excess chakra. . .and grow.

That’s where my convoluted life started to fray apart. I liked the jewel for a few reasons, one being its pretty color and the fact that it just looks so pretty on me, and its overflowing chakra that I can access whenever I need to (I’ve never hit chakra exhaustion thanks to it). I like it because it’s pretty and dangerous, and possibly the only thing to unite the two facets of myself.

You see, I believe in my own beauty and allure. I happen to think I’m downright gorgeous. If it had ever been a possibility, I would’ve liked to have been born a princess—I certainly have the right face for it. Regal, pretty, with an adorable narrow chin and perfectly curved pink lips. My hair is raven-black and my eyes the same shade as my jewel (which, I’ve been told, is the entire reason why my eyes are blue; it’s done this for every host since its creation).

I yearn to be recognized for my beauty first and all else next. . .but as for the “all else”? I like that, too.

I’m skilled. Deadly. A Genin by rank, but I’d still killed dozens of times before. I don’t enjoy killing, mind you, but it’s the way of life here. If the Tsuchikage orders you to hunt and kill, you hunt and kill, no questions and no hesitation. If he orders you to betray your entire team and lead them into a slaughter. . .you do it.

Which is how I ended up in this situation.

I survived the attack, but only just. My jewel did most of the work, trying to protect its master, as my own team converged on me from all sides. Only my sensei hesitated, a glimmer of regret passing through his expression, as they struck in unison. I understood. He would forever regret having to kill one with such potential as my own.

Almost as much as I regretted having to slaughter him in return for the attempt.

Now I was dragging myself, feet shuffling, from my home country. I was heading south only because it was the closest border and I was desperate to get free. As I walked, nearing the Land of Wind, I contemplated how I’d ended up here. The only logical conclusion was that my father had mouthed off again, and to punish him, I was to be killed. Maybe the entire clan had been.

When it came down to it, I’d never really liked my father, had seen his greed for power and knew that someday it would be his downfall. Yet I’d never considered that his downfall would be mine as well. Now here I was, bloody from my own wounds and those I’d inflicted on the others, my team in pieces from the unexpected surge of chakra the jewel had released.

I needed to stop, to tend my wounds, but there was no time. My team had failed and within a day’s time, the Kage would know and have sent another team. I couldn’t survive a second attack. Not in my current state. . .not by a full team of four. Especially not by a team composed of more than a single Jounin. My only hope of survival was to make it to the border and pray they wouldn’t cross it, find me and end me.

Another downside: I knew little of the other countries except for the occasional whisper. All of them were terrible, which implied at least some of them were lies. Was the Kazekage of Wind Country really a sadistic psychopath? Was the Hokage of Fire Country really a chronic gambler? Were their ninja as quick to betray, torture and enjoy it as I’d been led to believe?

I would soon find out, I supposed.
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