Chapter: prolog

Good morning / day / evening,
well, I've been planning to write another Naruto FF for a long time and that's exactly what it is. My latest idea that doesn't seem so kitschy and used to me; D
Well, as you can already see in the short description, this is about an OC and there will be more to come. Unfortunately, there aren't that many well-known characters in this age, but one thing may be said. The Uchiha (Madara etc) and Senju (Hashirama etc.) actually play a relatively large role.
[i]I don't know exactly what to classify the story under, in terms of genre, but since it is going to be pretty ... sad (?), I've just given drama. I also try to stick to the Naruto timeline as best I can ^^
Comments are of course welcome, but not a must, since I write not only for the readers, but also for myself.
Have fun: D

The darkness swallowed her like a greedy mouth. Something heavy, imaginary, pressed on her chest and stole the air from her, which looked stuffy and used up. Fuuka opened her eyes and stared at the huge gate in front of her, which was probably hundreds of meters tall. The iron bars shimmered in the light of the torches, which had suddenly lit, revealing the darkness that lay behind this prison. She swallowed hard and fear constricted her chest, her lungs, every part of the body felt heavy and immobile. She didn't know how she got here. What it all meant was the other question. She looked around searching. All she saw were the bare walls, which glowed blue in the light of the fire, and nowhere was a door that could free her from the nightmare. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably and she tried with all her effort to stay on her feet. The sudden cold, which streamed into the completely closed room, covered her arms with goose bumps and a shiver chased her back. She wanted to scream for her mother, but the litter in her throat only made her cough."Is that my soul?"she wondered and the sudden smell of blood came up. The feeling of it clinging to her hands again made her stomach go crazy, and nausea crept up inside her. The memory of the blood spurting everywhere, how she had just killed those men. Men who had wives and children at home, waiting for them to come back. Hoping everything would have gone well. She had sat by the water for ages, scrubbing the blood off her clothes, hour after hour as tears shook her body. She sat there for so long that her hands went numb and the muscles in her arms burned like fire.
Fuuka pressed his eyes together to hold back the tears that wanted to break out of them like a thundering waterfall. She clenched her fists in silence to drive the memory away. How long had she been awake? How long had she played the scenario in her head that it was beginning to seem unreal to her.Like it never happened. Shivering, she let out the air, which revealed itself as a white cloud.
“We will always be monsters, regardless of whether our conscience eats us from the inside or not.” Her head jerked fearfully as the words reached her ear. The voice was deep and sounded like it was right next to her.
"Who are you?" she whispered softly and looked at the gate. A white snail head appeared. The feelers, to which the little eyes were attached, snaked through the bars and Fuuka took a few steps back, startled. Her body trembled with fear, but she couldn't take her eyes off the monster. In contrast to the gigantic body, the head appeared small, as did the arms and legs. The tails wagged back and forth at a calming pace and she continued to stare at the beast as if mesmerized. White slime that covered the whole body dripped onto the floor, and the splash echoed in the room.
"You don't know me even though I'm cooped up in you stupid little thing?" hissed the snail.
"You are the…?" Fuuka asked, but fell silent in the middle of a sentence. "How are you ...? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"
"You are here because I wanted you to," the Rokubi growled back and the small holes that were supposed to represent the mouth twisted into ovals. The nervousness continued to germinate in Fuuka, poisoning her body like a parasite. She didn't want to be here, not with this monster that didn't make her whole life really worth living.
"I need to talk to you, even if I have to admit that I am not overly excited about being controlled by a little girl," he continued, while the small eyes fixed on her. The rigid gaze seemed to want to slit it open.
"And about what?" she asked meekly and wrapped her arms around her upper body. This cold seemed unnatural on her skin and trembled until her teeth clenched so as not to give the Rokubi any further nakedness.
"About our ..." something crunched loudly and the snail lowered its head in order to be halfway on the same eye level with it, although they were many meters apart. "... gathering as Bijuu and Jinchuuriki, as you humans always call it. I will help you to achieve true strength."
"And what do you want for it?" Fuu asked and raised an eyebrow suspiciously before pressing her lips together, which mutated into a white line.
"If you use my chakra, I'll use yours. Okay?" Rokubi cocked his little head and looked at her questioningly before Fuuka simply nodded.
"Agreed. I'm Fuuka Moriwaki," she introduced herself and slowly reached out her hand for the lock as she walked towards it. The Bijuu watched them grinning.
"My name is Saiken and not what you think, Rokubi," he explained and watched as she pulled up her T-shirt and revealed the seal. Her hand moved on its own. Her fingers clawed into her flesh, a blue chakra appeared around the tips, which enabled her to twist the seal.The lock of the gate turned with a click and with a huge breath of air, the bars slammed outwards. The air pressure whirled Fuuka back before she landed a few meters further on her back and gasped for air. Roaring, the Rokubi rushed out of his prison and stopped three feet from Fuu, who looked up at him fearfully. And yet curiosity and pride flashed in its irides as the snail took a deep breath and stretched its chest proudly.
"Are you killing me now because I apparently belong to the small spiritual people?" she asked and a grin she couldn't read crept onto her lips as she straightened up and raised her head. That fear that she had previously felt had simply blown away and as if she had come to terms with it, at thirteen, simply to die.
"No, certainly not. I'm not such a monster as the Kyuubi," Saiken growled and then bowed his head, his eyes only a few inches away from Fuukas. "You are a special specimen because a fire burns inside you that can never be extinguished."

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