The Blue Spiral

Hatake Kaze is a not-so-normal shinobi from Konoha, for many reasons. But when she finally awakens from her seemingly endless coma, she finally gets to find out what those reasons are.


1. Trapped

Well, as far as I knew, it was just another day in this damned place. Not that I could tell day from night, when I was trapped inside my own body.

The figure behind me stirred. “I sense your impatience,” she said softly, in that beautiful, flowing voice of hers. She was meditating with her hands in her lap and her eyes closed. She was floating just of the water, her pure white hair flowing out behind her.

I whirled around, glaring daggers at her. “Impatience,” I repeated coldly. “Impatience? I have been stuck here for god knows how long, recovering, after the biggest jerk on the planet put a hole in my stomach. I haven’t been able to see what’s going on, talk to anyone, or even know how old I am, let alone wake up from this rotten hell, where all I do is sit around and wait for you to catch up!” I threw my hands in the air. “And you think I’m impatient. Well done.” I clapped slowly. “Well bloody done.”

“Calm yourself, please,” she said, slightly more firmly. “I will tell you these things: Konoha is fine, your friends are fine, and I believe that you have recently turned sixteen years of age.” She smiled slightly, although her eyes remained closed.

My mouth fell open. “Sixteen. I’m sixteen years old now.” I blinked, before burying my face in my hands. “Sixteen,” I mumbled, my voice muffled. “I don’t believe this.”

Hi. The name’s Hatake Kaze, and I’ve been in a coma for about two and a half years now.

Oh, great, I thought to myself.

I took my hands away from my face and looked at my reflection in the water I was standing on. Flaming red hair that fell in waves down to my knees now, which seemed even brighter against my pale skin, and the true colour of my eyes. I fully expected them to be violet, to match every other feature that I shared of my late mother, but they weren’t: they were black. A dark, almost soulless black, that blended in with my pupils. It was almost… scary.

No, my eyes didn’t match my mother. They matched the eyes of my brother, Kakashi, and his father, Sakumo. But the weird thing was, Hatake Sakumo wasn’t my father. He died long before I was born. So why on Earth do my eyes match his? I asked myself desperately, putting a hand over one eye. It was a question that would likely never be answered. I sighed and closed my eyes, my hand dropping down to my side.

“This is your mind,” she said softly. “You can make this into whatever kind of haven you want. You haven’t done so for many days now.”

“I’m sick and tired of this place,” I grumbled. She fell silent, the only sound able to be heard was her breathing, slow and steady, in a constant rhythm.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself again. But this time my eyes dropped to my stomach, hidden behind a simple black singlet. Slowly, I lifted it up, exposing my stomach – or what was left of it. It was a mess. Scars everywhere, all pointing to the same spot in the centre of my torso. All because I was stupid, and let down my guard for the moment that mattered most. I touched the centre of the giant scar and sighed. Damn you, Sasuke, you jerk…

Suddenly there was an echo. The water rippled, and I look up.

“Hey Kaze,” the voice said. I smiled. Kakashi. “Me again.”

“Hey,” I whispered, even though he couldn’t hear me. “It’s been a while.”

“Today there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Kakashi continued, his quiet voice echoing throughout the chamber. I smiled sadly, although she did nothing but continue to meditate, evenly breathing.

“Oh yeah?” I grinned.

“Kaze, this is Faith,” he said.

“Ooh, a new girlfriend?” I teased, sticking my tongue out slightly.

“She’s new to the village. Or, as far as we know.”

I tilted my head in confusion, in the few seconds of silence that followed. “Go on,” Kakashi murmured, probably talking to the other person, this mysterious new Faith character.

“Hey,” came a new voice. Female, low and to the point, sounded about the same age as Kakashi, probably extremely introverted. Like she’d have no problem hurting someone. “I’m Faith.” And that was it. Fair enough, I thought, too. I mean, what would you say to a girl in a coma that you’d never met before? I knew that I’d feel slightly weird. It would be like talking to myself.

“Definitely a new girlfriend,” I chuckled, shaking my head. I asked thin air, “Wonder what’s got you so hooked on this chick, eh? Doesn’t sound very sociable. Hm, when I wake up, I’ll have to have a chat with her…

“How long has she been under?” Faith asked.

Kakashi was silent for a few moments. “Two and a half years,” he finally said. “She recently had her sixteenth birthday. Not much I could get her, though. I got her some new clothes, for when she wakes up.”

“But you don’t know when that will be,” Faith replied. Man, what a pessimist. I raised an eyebrow.

“Yep, I’m definitely gonna have to have a chat with her,” I said sarcastically.

“It’ll be soon,” Kakashi murmured. “I know it. It has to be. It’s been so long…”

“Damn straight, bro,” I agreed, and rolled my eyes. I turned and glared at her. “When she finally decides to be nice and wake me up, we’ll all be happy and smiles again.”

“Kaze…” she sighed.

Kakashi and Faith continued to talk over my unconscious body. Surely they couldn’t know that I couldn’t hear everything they’re saying, right?

Soon the conversation ended, and they left, leaving me alone with her. Again. Just the same old, same old, same as every day that he comes to visit.

I don’t know how long it was before Kakashi came to me again, alone. He didn’t stay, but made it quick. “Hey, Kaze,” he murmured. “I’m going on a mission again, but I have to leave now.”

“Really?” I sighed.

“I’ll be back.” With that, he left.

“Bye,” I whispered. “Be safe.”

I also don’t know how long it was after that, that the cavern rumbled. I stumbled, putting my arms out to help me keep my balance. I turned around to look at her. Her hair was flowing out behind her, and blinding white chakra was pouring out from where the palms of her hands touched. “What’s going on?” I demanded warily.

“Kaze,” she began. Her eyes opened slowly: the right one a brilliant blue, the left as white as the chakra. The power from those eyes shined as she stared into mine, and I grinned. “Kaze,” Saino said again. “It is time.”

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