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        We've heard the term kidnapping before and it's thrown around loosely, but no one can really understand such a word until they've experienced it. I wish I could have been a person that naively threw the term around. Unfortunately, I don't control destiny nor can I guide the actions of others.
        My world was at war when I was abducted at 12 years old. I was told multiple times not to run away in the face of danger because no ninja ever runs from a battle. But when I watched the act of my mother getting pummeled as she was screaming for me to run away, I didn't really think twice about what I was doing. So, I did what was asked of me. I ran. I ran for what felt like a life time and I think I knew I couldn't have run but two miles. I wish I had known that I wouldn't have gotten away fast enough, but no knowledge is learnt the easy way. At least, that's what I've come to believe.
        I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't run and stayed to fight for my family. Would I be alive right now? Maybe I could have had a better advantage than I did trying to survive without energy. Perhaps if I hadn't ran, I would have had to struggle against the enemies on the brink of exhaustion.
        There had been a reason behind the attack on my clan. Of course, war is the ultimate reason for anything, but there was another reason. My clan had been blessed with the skills of water and healing. Healers are well regarded and needed within the ninja societies, but they are also the first to be taken out by the enemy. It's only natural that a man would want to get rid of the reason his enemy was still alive.
        Apparently, my clan had already viewed their demise as a probability and they had kept us from living within the walls of a shinobi village. I never really understood the reasoning behind this, except for the fact that they may have believed we would be hidden from plain sight. With that reasoning, I guess we could have been safer without contact from the outside world, but we did contact the outside world. That was our downfall.
        When I was captured, I suppose the enemies felt pity for me having been a child that just watched her clan get slaughtered. Or they just wished to see me suffer more by living without them. Up until that point in my life, I had been a very happy and well-loved child. I hadn't known violence or pain. I never believed in a soul being evil and could not think badly of anyone in the world. Being so sheltered was a great weakness of mine. Despite my animosity towards my shortcomings, I would never blame my parents for keeping me from the world. I'm sure if I had been in their shoes, I would make the same decision. It only felt right to keep a child innocent of the blood that stained the earth.
        Since I was only a child, I had been briefly introduced to the clan's abilities as medic-ninja. Before the attack on my village, I was being trained on my chakra control. This was another disadvantage that worsened my predicament. I had only decent chakra control, no justu, no fighting skills, no abilities to use weapons, I had no way to defend myself. I could have died that night for being so weak. In fact, I believe I should have died. But I didn't. Because they saved me. Whether they meant to or not, I will never know, but Konoha from the Land of Fire had saved my life.
        It had been two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours. I had been held captive by those imbeciles. War was rough on them as well though and their food rations were depleting fast. Despite orders from their captain, their next idea was to eliminate their extra baggage. The prisoners of war. Me.
        In my mind, I could't die. Not until I made sure my family was given a proper burial. Not until I found my mother's naginata. Not until I received my clan's tattoo. All in all, I wasn't ready to die. So, I chose to do whatever it would take to make sure it wouldn't happen. In a way, I chose the easy way out.
        "Excuse me, I have to use the restroom," I broke the silence that loomed over the camp. I blushed as if I was embarrassed for having to ask.
        "I'll take her," chuckled the man I learned to be called Keito. The other P.O.W.s warned me to stay away from him because he's been known to assault the captives regardless of gender or age. As disturbing as it was, I actually wanted him to offer to take me. If they were used to him disappearing with captives for a couple hours, then I would have plenty of time to kill him and make my escape.
         Never in my life had I thought of physically harming another human being and now these ideas were coming to my mind and I realized I was afraid. I wasn't scared I would fail, I was worried about my sanity. What if I liked hurting someone else? What if I wanted to do it again? I realize that being a ninja required you to remove certain targets, but this wouldn't be a mission. This would be murder.
         I shook my mind clean of the clouds of darkness and focused on the task at hand. This man wouldn't think twice about harming me or anyone else for that matter. I was a child, he was a killer and a rapist. It was me or him and I can't die yet. I needed to kill him. And I needed to do it fast.
        "Excuse me," I piped up, looking into the eyes of the monster. "Can we go a bit further? I'm self conscious, so can we go to where there are more trees?"
         He seemed to like what he heard because a sly grin broke over his face. "Of course," he purred like it was going to soothe my nerves. Not like he actually cared about them, he probably just didn't want me screaming for help.
        We walked further into the shroud of trees, closer to my freedom, but far away from safety. Now that I think about it, would death in a few days really make me safe? I would die now if I failed. I can't afford it.
        "I didn't really have to go to the bathroom," I confessed. Confusion betrayed the stoic and nonchalant mask he tried to place over his features. "I actually wanted to tell you that I liked you! You're so strong and handsome! I didn't want the others to hear because I knew you'd never accept my feelings. After all, I'm only a kid and I'm not even pretty."
        He was putty in my hands. All I needed to do now was sneak a kunai from his weapon pouch. In order to do that, I have to get him closer. I think if I was trained better, I would have come up with multiple scenarios of what would happen and thought up solutions to them accordingly. However, being only a child, I hadn't thought of the possibility of him placing his weapons on the ground far away from me. I wonder if he had guessed my intentions or he's had someone try to take advantage of him before. I couldn't let my frustration and fear be portrayed on my face or my cover would be blown. It would mean automatic death if he had good reason to believe I was trying to kill him.
        That's when I saw it. My glimmer of hope behind the veil of trees. When I had lost all faith, they had brought it back to me. Keito was towering over my insignificant figure and I had to make sure he didn't notice the person behind him lurking in the trees. I grasped the front of his shirt and beamed a innocent smile at him.
        "Keito-san!" I had giggled out his name like a love-struck schoolgirl. I knew he had to have felt the presence like I had, but he didn't seem to acknowledge it. At least, he hadn't until the shuriken came whizzing towards his back.
         Keito flung himself around, widening his stance getting ready for a fight. I couldn't afford for that shuriken to miss so I did the only logical action that crossed my mind. I brought my knee up with a speed my father would have been proud of and there was an immediate response from Keito as my knee connected to his groin. It was as if all the air escaped his lungs and I lunged away from him. The first kunai barely caught his arm, the second lodged itself in his throat
This is a short story from a random kunoichi from a random clan. I wrote it on a whim, but I liked how it went. Anywho, this is an example of my skills as well as what a 1,510 word work would be. Which would amount to 6 pages so 60 :points:
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