|The Memory Keeper
Author: Madara-Baka PM
Kimiko Kioku, memory keeper. Never forgets, always notices, from how the wind blew her hair to the lullaby her mother would sing to her when she was not even a year old. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he died. She remembers the first person she killed and how it all feels like it's falling apart. Minor KakaxOC, see inside for more info.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Kakashi H. & Team Seven - Chapters: 28 - Words: 60,555 - Reviews: 86 - Favs: 48 - Follows: 61 - Updated: 01-03-13 - Published: 02-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7862104
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Hey(: Here's the first chapter. The second chapter should be up by Sunday.
-PS: There will be some heavy Akatsuki involvement later on..yay(: I love those guys3
My name is Kimiko Kioku. I moved to the village Konoha about a year ago. Two weeks ago, I came home to find the bodies of my family. I was there in my brother's last moments of life. I lost my parents, one of my brothers, my sister, my cousins, my aunts and uncles and grandparents. My niece and nephew died as well. The remainder of my clan was either missing or had died earlier. It nearly killed me, especially the death and disappearance of my brothers, twins. Kazuo and Masao.
Kazuo was outgoing, full of care and love for everyone. Out of anyone I'd ever met, he was the most understanding. Masao was the most like me, physically and mentally. Masao had the same straight black hair. We both had the same straight nose, full lips, wide, calculating blue eyes, defined features, and soft, serious and sometimes deadly voice. His could be rough, angry. The only emotions my voice ever held was hatred, mixed with a touch of contempt and sarcasm (though it was rare I showed any emotion or expression at any time). I was shrewd, calculating, cold. Ever since a small age I was like that.
However, a few things had changed since the mass murder of my clan. Such as my clothing. I had adopted baggy black pants that cut off at my knees and bunched up ((AN: kinda like Kakashi's pants, but black...I need to describe it differently, I guess)). I wore a plain, black shortsleeved shirt with a sleeve less hoodie of the same color over it. What visible part of my arms or legs were wrapped with bandages. My hands were concealed by red gloves, the only color in my outfit. My sandals were black. Pair my attire with straight black hair, short, and I suppose you could say I looked odd.
Today was a big day for me. We were getting divided into our teams, the people we'd be spending time with for a long time.
"So today we're dividing up into permanent teams, composed of three students and their sensei." Iruka pauses slightly, eyes resting on each student for a moment and then moving on to the next. Like he was remembering us. "I'll tell you what team you are to be on, and afterwards you will get up to be seated with them and wait for your sensei to arrive. Understood?" Without waiting for an answer, he moves on. "All right. Team one..."
I look around the room, assesing each student. As long as I wasn't teamed with Sasuke or Sakura, I'd be fine. Hopefully, I wouldn't. Though I would rather work on my own, I understood team work was a key part in training.
"Team seven...Kioku Kimiko..." I pay rapt attention. I was about to learn my fate. I was free of Sakura; she'd been previously teamed up. So now I just had the chance of being stuck with Sasuke. "Uzimaki Naruto..." That was okay, great even. Naruto was a very caring person, albeit a trouble maker, and a very loud person. He would take a lot of the attention off of me. "...and Uchiha Sasuke. Team eight..." Sakura glares daggers at me. She had hated me since the moment she saw me, and now that I was on the same team as her Sasuke? She was burning with anger. I could almost feel it.
I show no emotion. That was a sign of weakness, something I wasn't willing to show I had. Naruto protests wildly at this. "HEY, IRUKA SENSEI! I CAN'T BE ON A TEAM WITH HIM! HE'S A LOSER!" Naruto points at Sasuke, and jumps up from his chair. "Naruto, be quiet!" Iruka shushes him, and Naruto sits down, grumbling about how unfair everything was.
Sasuke, however, remained silent. I could almost feel the anger rolling off of him in red, wrathful waves. As much as Sasuke probably liked to think he never showed emotion, he sure was bad at it. I could read the pain and hatred in his seemingly devoid of life eyes, could tell from his posture and body language what he was feeling. Call it creepy if you will, but I could do that with everyone in this room. I had silently studied them until I had them all figured out. That was one of the things my clan was famous for; they absorbed their environment, the people around them, the plants and animals and things.
On an off note, I was going to be completely occupied while waiting for my new sensei to show up.
So Naruto decided it would be a great idea to put a chalkboard eraser above the door so that when our new sensei arrived, it would fall on him. Sasuke commented that it wouldn't work because a jonin would never fall for something like that. I remain silent; I didn't enjoy talking. Soon enough, though, we hear the footsteps of someone walking towards the class room. They stop, momentarily, in front of the door. Then their fingers grip the door, and they step in. The chalkboard eraser falls directly upon his head.
The man has silver hair and a face mask covering the bottom half of his face. His left eye is covered by his leaf ninja headband. His eye is black. He's wearing the standard Konoha shinobi outfit, but with metal plated fingerless gloves. He looks down at the eraser, pausing slightly, as Naruto points his finger and laughs at him.
"HAHAHA! I GOT HIM!" He says, and Sasuke just glares and probably thinks to himself about how this guy is a joke. I just analyze the man. While he appears lazy, I immediately knew that was far from true. His muscles tensed slightly as he bent over to pick it up. Naruto was still laughing, and Sasuke's still glaring. Finally, Naruto stops laughing.
"Well, how can I put this?" The man, our new sensei, begins. "As for my first impression of you? I hate you." I don't do much of anything. Sasuke glares harder, and Naruto looks confused. "But no matter, let's get out of here." He sets the eraser on a desk, and waits for us to gather our things before leaving. We follow him to a rooftop garden. We set our things down and gather around to listen to what he had to say.
"Well, first things first," he begins. "Introduce yourselves. Name, likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams. That sort of stuff."
Naruto frowns. "Hey, you're our sensei. Shouldn't you go first?"
He shakes his head, but says, "Sure. Why not? My name's Kakashi Hatake. I don't really want to tell you my likes and dislikes; I haven't really thought about my plans for the future. But I have many hobbies."
"All we know is his name," I mutter.
"No matter," he tells us. "Now your turn. You start," he says, indicating Naruto. Naruto grins, and begins talking.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki! I really like instant ramen, especially the kind from Ichiraku when Iruka treats me! Uh, I don't like the three minutes after putting hot water in the ramen. My dream? To become Hokage, so everyone has to acknowledge me!" He finishes strong, adjusting his headband.
Kakashi's eyes narrow. "Uh, okay. Next?" He points to Sasuke.
Sasuke glares at him. "My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I don't like much. I dislike many things; I don't have a dream...just an ambition. To kill a certain someone. I don't have hobbies."
"Interesting bunch so far. And you?" He looks at me.
"Kimiko Kioku. I enjoy silence. I dislike speaking. My dream is to forget. My hobbies, albeit unwanted, are observing." I tell him. Naruto's surprised and interested look is open. Sasuke tries to hide his curiosity, but fails. And Kakashi? He looks intrigued.
"Ah, a memory keeper? Interesting. My apologies regarding your family." He says, leaning slightly towards me.
"Yes. It's no matter." I respond quietly.
Sasuke breaks, and his curiosity gets the best of him. "What exactly is a memory-keeper?"
"Well," Kakashi begins, "it's a clan. Their specilization is observing. They have astounding memories. They watch people, analyze them carefully. They traditionally begin remembering things around the age of one and a half. They literally remember every waking moment."
Naruto and Sasuke both look at me with surprise. My expressionless eyes observe them. Naruto has the good grace to look away, but Sasuke remains looking at me. I stare at him, waiting for him to look away. After a moment of eye contact, he looks down.
My gaze flickers back to Kakashi. He stands up from where he had been leaning, and says, "Well, I feel as if I'm beginning to like you guys. Very interesting, different. Tomorrow, meet up at the northern training ground, at 5 A.M. And I'd suggest that you didn't eat breakfast. You might throw up."
Naruto and Sasuke look at him as if he's crazy. I simply nod, stand up, and gather my things. After a moment of hesitation, I say, "Goodbye." Tomorrow was bound to be interesting.
This chapter's kind of dry): I'm sorry! It'll get interesting soon, promise! Vote, please?