Dragonfly X
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Authors Note: This is my first FanFiction, so spare me some mercy and forgiveness? It is just an attempt, if it takes it off, I will continue it, but for the moment, it is more of a fling.
Rikoto Migami was a simple man, he loved his family, he loved his country, and most of all, he loved his sister. He was born to a poor family in the land of Amegakure, where he lived with his parents, and his sister. They had a small house, though some would have called it a hut. From a very young age, he cared quite a bit about her, and would do anything to protect her. Then came the war. What was a tough situation to live through quickly became a nightmare. Getting food and fresh water was like asking someone to parsel out gold to the masses. Everyone needed some, and no one gave it out. It was not a frenzy, for the food was gone before anyone knew what had happened. So from the very beginning of his life as an intelligent boy, he struggled.
During the war, he experienced many things, some of which scarred him badly, both mentally and physically. His father, who did work for nearby people, was killed in a crossfire between shinobi. Rikoto was still young, and did not understand the complexity of the situation. All he understood was that his father was gone, his mother, heartbroken by his death, became depressed. She still managed to feed him and his sister, but the portions were small, and they were always hungry. They somehow made it through each week, and each month, but it was always a struggle. Sometimes, his mother would go out, with pieces of wood, and other objects, and not come home for hours. And when she would come back, she would be bloody, and have food and water. But unfortunately, with all the death and destruction happening around them, people got sick, and for the most part, they avoided that as long as possible. Until they couldn't anymore.
Rikoto, now a young man, understood that even a cough could spell destruction. So from the instant that his mom became sick, he knew no good would come from it. She quickly became bedridden, forced to lie in her room, immobile, and death quickly came with swift feet, and took her life. He didn't understand what to do, he just knew 2 things, the battles were drawing closer, and he had to do whatever was necessary to protect his sister. So he set out, knowing he couldn't stay there. And, now an orphan, was tasking with feeding both him and his sister. And so they wandered, but even with the war being nearly over, the carnage it left behind stayed with them.
They came across many other orphans on their travels, some were friendly, and some were mean and distant. They also came across adults, but they learned that they wouldn't hesitate to overpower younger children and steal anything they had. So they found themselves avoiding others, only drawing near people when they needed food, or shelter. Eventually the struggle for survival overcame the basic sense of right and wrong, and they started stealing from other peoples homes. The first time they tried to, they were clumsy, loud, and quickly got caught. But they learned, and became masters of stealth. Everything they did was to prevent discovery. Often times they would steal from a house, and stay the night there, if the weather was particularly bad, because they slept intermittently, and never long enough to drift off enough to lose themselves in sleep. And they would set off before the owner ever knew what hit them. Rikoto's sister, Youko, became like him too. Because girls were targeted more often than guys were, she donned a boyish look, cutting her hair short, and wearing cloaks she stole from others to hide her figure.
Youko was a carefree child, even after the war, she usually found some happiness in life, while her brother tried to find anything uplifting about their current situations. But the downside to this was she was more trusting of people. And this often led to her being sought after as being an easy target to steal from. But her brother always defended her.
As time progressed, so did the violence, so they were forced to get weapons, anything sharp would do, so long as it would stop someone from attacking them. Rikoto often had the unpleasant job of collecting stray kunai from long finished battles. They even collected armor, to sell to others for measly bits of food. There was only one adult they trusted, because he reminded them of their father. His name was long forgotten because he never used a name, so they called him whatever. He often told them stories, when they met up again, of how he used to be a shinobi, though no one particularly strong, he used to know some abilities. So Rikoto ended up seeking him out to learn to better defend himself and his sister. The man resisted at first, but eventually relented. And taught him basic moves, and some offensive techniques.
[Well, that was my attempt I guess, I will make another if it gets some positive feedback, idk...]
Rikoto Migami was a simple man, he loved his family, he loved his country, and most of all, he loved his sister. He was born to a poor family in the land of Amegakure, where he lived with his parents, and his sister. They had a small house, though some would have called it a hut. From a very young age, he cared quite a bit about her, and would do anything to protect her. Then came the war. What was a tough situation to live through quickly became a nightmare. Getting food and fresh water was like asking someone to parsel out gold to the masses. Everyone needed some, and no one gave it out. It was not a frenzy, for the food was gone before anyone knew what had happened. So from the very beginning of his life as an intelligent boy, he struggled.
During the war, he experienced many things, some of which scarred him badly, both mentally and physically. His father, who did work for nearby people, was killed in a crossfire between shinobi. Rikoto was still young, and did not understand the complexity of the situation. All he understood was that his father was gone, his mother, heartbroken by his death, became depressed. She still managed to feed him and his sister, but the portions were small, and they were always hungry. They somehow made it through each week, and each month, but it was always a struggle. Sometimes, his mother would go out, with pieces of wood, and other objects, and not come home for hours. And when she would come back, she would be bloody, and have food and water. But unfortunately, with all the death and destruction happening around them, people got sick, and for the most part, they avoided that as long as possible. Until they couldn't anymore.
Rikoto, now a young man, understood that even a cough could spell destruction. So from the instant that his mom became sick, he knew no good would come from it. She quickly became bedridden, forced to lie in her room, immobile, and death quickly came with swift feet, and took her life. He didn't understand what to do, he just knew 2 things, the battles were drawing closer, and he had to do whatever was necessary to protect his sister. So he set out, knowing he couldn't stay there. And, now an orphan, was tasking with feeding both him and his sister. And so they wandered, but even with the war being nearly over, the carnage it left behind stayed with them.
They came across many other orphans on their travels, some were friendly, and some were mean and distant. They also came across adults, but they learned that they wouldn't hesitate to overpower younger children and steal anything they had. So they found themselves avoiding others, only drawing near people when they needed food, or shelter. Eventually the struggle for survival overcame the basic sense of right and wrong, and they started stealing from other peoples homes. The first time they tried to, they were clumsy, loud, and quickly got caught. But they learned, and became masters of stealth. Everything they did was to prevent discovery. Often times they would steal from a house, and stay the night there, if the weather was particularly bad, because they slept intermittently, and never long enough to drift off enough to lose themselves in sleep. And they would set off before the owner ever knew what hit them. Rikoto's sister, Youko, became like him too. Because girls were targeted more often than guys were, she donned a boyish look, cutting her hair short, and wearing cloaks she stole from others to hide her figure.
Youko was a carefree child, even after the war, she usually found some happiness in life, while her brother tried to find anything uplifting about their current situations. But the downside to this was she was more trusting of people. And this often led to her being sought after as being an easy target to steal from. But her brother always defended her.
As time progressed, so did the violence, so they were forced to get weapons, anything sharp would do, so long as it would stop someone from attacking them. Rikoto often had the unpleasant job of collecting stray kunai from long finished battles. They even collected armor, to sell to others for measly bits of food. There was only one adult they trusted, because he reminded them of their father. His name was long forgotten because he never used a name, so they called him whatever. He often told them stories, when they met up again, of how he used to be a shinobi, though no one particularly strong, he used to know some abilities. So Rikoto ended up seeking him out to learn to better defend himself and his sister. The man resisted at first, but eventually relented. And taught him basic moves, and some offensive techniques.
[Well, that was my attempt I guess, I will make another if it gets some positive feedback, idk...]
