Chapter 28. A New Proposition

  Chapter 28. A New Proposition

It was the middle of the night. Time to put my escape plan into action.

I stood up slowly, moving my body carefully, stretching out the stiffness. Good to go, healed in no time. I made my way to my door and opened it cautiously.

There was no creaking sound, to my relief.

I snuck into the hallway on my tippy toes, feeling like a ninja.

Oh wait… I was a ninja.

I observed the corridor I was in. It was long and narrow. I made out a staircase that led down a flight of stairs, through the dark. A door that led outside must be somewhere down there.

I walked quietly down the flight of stairs, careful not to make a sound. Yahiko-San must not be on his guard tonight. Probably because he didn’t think I’d heal up so soon. Proved him wrong, didn’t I.

Downstairs, I explored before catching sight of a door. Bingo!

I hurredly opened the door and rushed outside, smiling as I breathed in the fresh air. I had made it.

I set out into the brilliant night sky. My muscles ached, but I had control over my body and that’s what mattered.

The sky had brightened immensely in the few hours I had set out on my journey. It was time I get this over with. It was time to die.

I walked till I reached a cliff area with a body of water underneath it. So this is where it all ends? No one would find my body, I’d die in unrest.

But this is what I deserved. I didn’t deserve to die in peace.

I’ve mentally prepared myself for this moment for the past couple of days. This was it.

I bent my knees and sprung forward.

At least, I tried to.

Suddenly a convulsive pain overtook my body. Sharp pains invaded my brain and fire erupted inside every inch of my body. I fell to the ground, dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Moaning, I curled up into a ball and hugged myself as my insides melted inside of me.

Yahiko-San was right. I wasn’t healed yet.

I tried to move, throw myself over the edge and end my misery, but every movement sent thousands of needles stabbing into my skin. (Line, curtesy of Gaara119 J )

I moaned again, in horrible pain. This was what I deserved, right? No. No one deserved this torment. What was wrong with me? What was this pain?

Then I realized black markings over my hands that I traced all the way over my body.

This pain, these markings.. It was the curse mark.

Why was it activating itself though? Unless…

Unless the murderer of my parents was near.

Orochimaru.

I couldn’t let him get his hands on me again.

No. Death wasn't worse than being his captive.

With every single ounce of my being, I hurled myself over the cliff, and into the water below.

Third Person P.O.V

This was her. The girl I’ve heard so much about. Maki Hatake. Such talent. I will not allow it to go to waste. I unwrapped the bandages around my left arm, revealing implanted sharingan.

“Izanagi” I muttered, casting the genjutsu.

Time rewinded and I sprinted to the girl as she hurled herself over the cliff. I extended my arm, catching the edge of her sleeve, just in the nick of time.

Maki’s P.O.V

I came to my senses, opening my eyes and viewing the darkness surrounding me.

Was I finally dead?

A dim yellow light flickered above me and to my right was an elder.

Memories flooded back into me.

Orochimaru.

I gasped and and jerked up.

Pain flared through my body, just slightly less painful than it was on the cliff.

“Calm down child. I’m not going to harm you.”

“Why did you save me?” I growled.

Why does someone always save me. Is fate so cruel as to have me live with my mistakes and sufferings?

“I have a proposition for you.” He stated, bluntly.

“Straight to the point, huh? You want me for something. What?” I asked, but flinched as I felt another wave of pain rip through my body.

“here, this will help with the pain.” He said, placing something under my nose.

I involuntarily breathed it in, and immediate cool relief spread through my body rapidly.

“What is that stuff?” I asked, incredulously, once the pain had vanished.

“Just a little concoction one of my trained specialists made. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Danzo of the Hidden Leaf. Head the the Root foundation, and ANBU training subdivision.”

“What’s tha-“

He held up his hand. “Let me finish before you ask any questions. The root is a secret organization that carries missions that don’t necessarily… follow the rules. I assign them as I believe they will do good for our village.”

“How does any of this involve me though?” I asked.

“Join my organization.”

“Why would I do that? How does it benefit me?” I asked, confused.

“You get to keep your life. I will teach you how to destroy your emotions. Then you will not be able to feel pain, sorrow, guilt, anger. You will live your life as you please. I will make you strong. The training I will provide you will be tough, but I believe you will get through it finely.

I provide you with training to protect the ones you care about, you fulfill missions for me. It’s a win-win situation. I will give you some time to think about it.” He said. He got up and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts.

I was planning to end it all. To get over with this life I was undeserving of.

But fate has proved time and again that I wasn’t meant to die. At least, not by committing suicide.

I enter a training program that will teach me to let go of my emotions and make me stronger. I will be able to protect Kakashi, and Naruto, and… Sasuke. I will be able to protect them all. I will be strong enough.

I needed this program. I needed Danzo.

There was only one option for me right now.

And it wasn’t death.

**

10 minutes later.

Danzo walked into the room. “I’ve brought you some water, you must be parched.” He said, handing me the glass of water.

I nodded, chugging it down.

"I presume you have made your decision." He stated. A knowing look had settled in his eyes.

I nodded my head firmly.

“Yes. I will join the Root.”

“I must warn you, there are some things you will not like. But they are necessary if you want to join the program, and graduate as a full fledged root shinobi.”

“Whatever it takes, I will do it.” I said, determined.

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