RubberAcorn

                                      (This is part two of the metal festival, link in the description. Also I was thinking about making a Character for this story instead                                                 of an insert, tell me what you think in the comments below please and thank you.)    With an increasing amount of wind rushing through my long locksI forced my legs to push forward even faster, the branches cracking beneath each aggressive push ahead. I didn't understand why I wanted to run so quickly but my mind screamed to not glance behind myself, to just keep running though I wasn't very good at listening to my instincts

"Sen-sensei." Her voice was cut off in a choke. His grip was so strong on her throat that it was starting to make her lose her breath. He leaned down by her ear and licked lightly. Her face was now starting to turn red upon hearing his breath escape his mouth in a quiet hiss. She let out a small moan and Madara dropped her by his feet. She was able to feel air rushing through her again and gasped and held her throat. Drool started to flow out of her mouth. She went to wipe it off of her chin when Madara's firm hand grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. His eyes were so dark, so piercing, so, angry. She could hardly believe what he'd

A white haired woman walked down the streets of Konoha in a bit of a daze. Another training session with her mentor had run long so all she wanted to do was go home and rest a bit before her older brother got home from his mission. As much as she loved her brother, he had a tendency to get on her nerves when she was tired, even when he didn't mean it. When she opened the door to her home she was greeted with a bright cocky grin. "How was your day sis?" he asked messing with his short hair. Like his sister he had white hair as well but with reddish-orange streaks. Colored streaks were not unusual in Sincera children whose parents married outs

Once again the heavens released their tears as the rain cascaded down, hitting the roofs of the rain village, but their onslaught of misery did not fail in ensnaring that of a dark cloak. Dark onyx eyes stared out in the village deep in thought. He closed his eyes and sighed as the rain soothed his mind, but a flash of white hair graced his sight beneath his lids. Annoyed with himself he opened them, but the image stuck. A young woman with blue eyes and white hair stood in front of him like a mirage. But then she wasn't a woman, she was struck into a young child no older than three, then she began to grow again until she looked like she was t