The Only Truth

That was one thing she refused to do again.

She pulled herself onto the cold, solid ground, spitting out remainders of skin left in between her teeth, blood smeared across her body like paint. So much for that fucking shower. The water was a mix of scarlets and blues, her own red mixing in somewhere in the cold soup.

Fight sharks. Who the hell does that for leisure? She heard that some in the Land of the Water were happily associated with sharks. They were like cute pets to them. Like very seriously dangerous water dogs. Crazy sons of bitches. She had certainly gotten rid of some of the hoard on this side of the ocean. She dragged herself further away from the water just in case.

Her eyes were slightly droning off and on, the fire in her dying to extinguish. Her legs were bitten and bloody, and so was her shoulder. There wasn't a bone in her body that didn't ache or a muscle that wasn't absolutely sore. She had great chakra control, but she wasn't made out to be a medical nin. The powerful poison her parents had given to her in various foods over the past days was still swimming in her system, and her body was too in shock to fight it.

She had to fight the beasts the old fashioned way, focusing her strength in her taijutsu abilities. That, she could do. It came easy for her to decimate the sharks using her fists, ripping apart what was still trying to fight with her teeth.

The blood attracted a larger amount through, different types encircling her in slow and rhythmical dance. She was running out of breath and she knew she had to pop her head out before she drowned and let them tear her into pieces. She used the best amount of chakra she could to create an air bubble, tearing the rest of the sharks into bits, making sure she was the only one left alive.

It was the fastest she had ever swum.

She lied still, gently listening to the beat of the ground. She didn't want to die. What a pathetic death it would be if she did. How would she be remembered? Chantal, seventeen years of age, annihilated her family and some street shits, decimated a large amount of ferocious sharks, but sadly died from fatigue right after.

"Children will laugh at me…" She moaned to herself in an attempt to pick herself up with no success. Her body was using its last bit of energy to keep her alive and that was it.

She felt it right after.

A single flake of snow caressing her skin and quickly melting down from the warm touch. Fuck. Just what she needed. What else could she really expect from The Land of Frost?

Oh, fuck it.

She let her body navigate to another land as the air turned cooler, her body prickling with goosebumps. That didn't stop her though. Her whole body shut down, her eyes finally closing once and for all as she gave up on trying to stay awake.

Who needed the living anyway?

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As soon as she felt the smoke enter her lungs her eyes burst open, her reflexes pulling her upwards. She was not where she had sworn she should be. Her head snapped around from side to side, trying to figure out what had happened. From the looks of it she was in a cave, who knows where. She had been covered by a thin cloth by who knows what and fire was lit next to her by who knows who. Okay. Retracing steps.

She had killed her parents. Definitely.

She had run away. Yup.

She had pwned some shark ass. Ohoho, yeah she had.

She had passed out on the ground. Affirmative.

She had somehow sleepwalked to a cave and lit a fire? Uh…

"You're awake."

She turned her head towards the entrance of the cave, a small 'oh' exhaling from her mouth as she took in the good looks of the man standing before her. If it wasn't for the sharingans imbedded in his eyes, she would've almost mistaken him for a truly nice guy with a very stern look.

"An Uchiha?" She became slightly bored. The last Uchiha she met was a snobby little boy who was every little girl's prince charming. She wasn't slow. She didn't want to say it, but by his cloak, his eyes, and his features she knew this was that same boy's brother who had murdered their clan.

She had heard that the Uchiha clan was famous for their sharingans and it was the first time she actually saw one live. She knew what they were for and she knew they sure came in handy. Her genjutsu, even at it's advanced stage that it was, would be practically useless against him.

She couldn't help but shrug her shoulders at his blank response. "If you're not going to talk to me then what's the point of saving my life?"

He gave her a slight smirk. "Pity."

She raised up her middle finger in response. "Don't do me the fucking favor next time." With that she let herself lie back again, rolling over and facing the wall. "I don't need your pity."

She could hear his steps coming closer towards her as she felt the sheet of cloth being ripped away, her arms immediately wrapping around her waist. It was motherfucking cold and her clothes were ripped to pieces. If she wasn't so ridiculously cold she would've felt more than the sheer embarrassment she was feeling at that moment.

"Then you won't need this." He stated, placing it over his head and taking a seat close to the fire. "You were getting it bloody anyway."

Her eyebrows knit together in annoyance as she crawled closer towards the fire. "Go to hell."

She breathed on her hands, rubbing them together all over her arms, back and forth while she watched the tongues of fire flick against the air, sparks brushing against her wounded legs. She had just realized her legs were matted in blood, deep puncture wounds encircling her thigh. The only thing keeping her from yelling out in pain was the adrenaline that was still racing through her bloodstream and that getting ready to fade away.

For a strange reason she didn't fear the man who sat opposite of her, the same man so many villages despised. There were so many rumors about him, so many stories to tell about the way he massacred his own blood while his little brother watched. How cruel and heartless could a man possibly be to scar a child like that?

But who was she to judge?

They were not on the same boat, but they were surely floating on the same river. The situation was different but the act was the same. If he was to be classified as a monster, then she could be easily placed into the same category as well.

She couldn't help but let out a weak, 'thank you' which she knew he would be able to hear.

It wasn't because he had rescued her from the cold. It wasn't because he hadn't killed her on sight. No. It was because in spite of being hated he kept living. He kept going on.

And that gave her the security to keep on living as well.

Even if that security came dipped in blood.