And at the beginnig...
Now its in english too :D
My Friend Anni-chan translated for me, because I've too much trouble with ne german chapters xD
Hope you like it :D
(And mistakes owned by her xD)
-1- And at the beginning...
In the hospital, you could hear a constantly painfull scream. If you listened more carefully, you will find out it came out of the maternity room. There was a red-haired woman with grey eyes and her face was contorted with pain, while she was shepherded by two female physicians. A third medic was attended to the accouchement. Her name was Tsukino Mimiru, a 45-year-old Woman with smart, brown eyes and a little greyed, brown hair. She kept calm and told the parturient to breath constantly.
"Well", Tsukino said concentraited, "Kouga-san, breath deep in and out again. If I say Now, I want you to extrude the last time, then she's here." The red-haired nodded and breathed in and out. The "Now" came and she extruded, pushed herself out of the pillows, screamed, and suddenly she heard a second, new screaming. She was here! She kew it. She looked over to Tsukino and saw she holding the baby in her arms. She cuts of the umbilical cord, gave the baby to one of the medics and looked after the "birth" of the placenta.
As she finished, she subsided back to her bed. She felt drained and tired. "Kouga-san?", one of the medics asked holding the baby in her arms. The woman spreaded out her arms and tooked the baby. It had a wonderful, red hairfluff yet, and still squinted it's eyes. "Like forecasted, it's a girl. If you already know a name, Kouga-san, you can tell it to me. I'm going to write it down then.", Tsukino said and stamped a few certificates of birth. "Nikushimi. Kouga Nikushimi.", the woman said poweless, but hugged the baby affectionately.
The physician stumbled."Pardon?", she inquired again. The new born mother just smiled. She understood the medic's reaction, at least 'Nikushimi' means 'hate'. "My daughter's name is Nikushimi." Tsukino cauldn't understand this woman. "Listen, Kouga-san...!" "Tsukino-san. I call my daughter this, because I want her to teach the world something important.", the mother repeated and smiled full of pleasance down to her child, wich have cuddled itself to her and slept calm in her arms. This had been a hard birth for both of them, why her mother grant her the sleep. "Somethin important?", the medic asked with wrinkled forehead. "Yes. That nothing is, like it seems. Behind an alleged mean name, there can hide the good-hearted. It's up to the owner. She will be a strong kunoichi and teaches the world perspective. 'Look through the illusion and see the truth.', like my father already said. And I thought it was very wise.", the mother finished her explanation and the girl in her arms moved while sleeping, and it seemed like she agreed with the prophecy.
A girl in the age of four years ran throught the densely populated streets of Konoha. She had red hair, silvergrey eyes, a snowwhite skin and weared an orange-yellow polo neck pullover with darkblue trousers. The girl had buy the ingrediants for the supper. Her mother was a good one. She trusted her daughter like she deserved it. The kid wasn't stupid, she knew how the world works. Humans were wearing masks to release themself from their environment or not to hurt others. The little girl looked to her watch, wich she had become from her mother. She hadn't much time yet to be punktually , and cause of this, she decided to took a shortcut. She turned into a corner on the left side, jumped up the roof overhangs and ran over the housetops.
In two years she would be allowed to go to the academy, but this didn't mean she could't train yet. Besides preliminary was just too good for a shinobi-life, cause beyond the gates of Konoha, there was the third ninja-worldwar. The little red-haired jumped from one of the roofs down in a more unenlivened street, where she prompt heard a cry. She ran alongside the alley and looked to the left. There stood a woman and a child in front of her. The red-haired girl appraised the child not older than a year. Or less. He cried and the woman kneeled in front of him. "Sometimes it happens that you fall on the ground, dear. That's okay. Really.", the woman kindly speak to the child. The woman wasn't pretty old. Maybe she had become 20 and had both black hair and eyes. The child too. It didn't seem to hear it's mother. The girl went carefully to her. "Konban wa, Ba-san.", she said while she bowed.
The woman looked at her. "Konban wa, Shoujo-chan.", she repeated. "Why it's crying?", she asked, even though she could guess it from the mother's words to the kid. The crying child looked at her now. It really had big, friendly eyes and a pretty face, the red-haired girl thought. 'It will be a beautifull girl then.', she thought by herself. "He fell down and doesn't want to believe me that it's okay.", the mother answered. "He?! I thought it was a girl!", the little girl marveled. The black-haired laughed and the boy looked at her. He didn't seem to understand her words right. 'Still younger than a year. Is learning to walk. Half to three-fourths...', she analyzed. "How old is he?", she asked. The mother looked askance at her at first, then she answered friendly.
"Itachi is nine months old." Just scraped trough. She stood in front of the boy. He didn't really stoped crying. She felt how the boy cramped, as the girl hugged him. "Do you know...", she whispered in his ear and he seemed to be concentrated to understand her, "Your mother is a wise and affectionate woman. She is right. To fell down isn't the problem. But you have to get up again. If you stay recline, life will overran you and you get weak. But if you get up, say yourself you're strong, than you will be strong, got it? There'll be a lots of things in your life, which will let you fall, but never let them to get you down." And with the last word she released the hug and saw that the boy had a decided view. 'Young, but smart. A wonderful beginning...', she thought again, bowed to the mother, who watched both of them amazed. "Matta ne, Ba-san, Itachi-chan.", she said and ran in direction to her home. Yes, she knew the world. Young, but smart. Childish, but careful. Playful, but demure. That was her. That was Kouga Nikushimi.
