"Big brother," she sounded annoyed at first, he didn't know what to expect. "I'm home!" now she sounded as if by calling out to him he would be there in a flash with a hug. She sounded so loving, it almost hurt.
"Welcome home," he called from the kitchen. He quickly put on the blindfold that was sitting beside his work space, he was making a salad, and he couldn't make one while he had the blindfold on.
"So, how was-"
"Who are they?" he called out, feeling something else enter the house behind his young sister. It wasn't just one, they were many. He counted at least six. He knew his sister wouldn't trust people she didn't know first, she was like that. Always hackles
raised. So these people were who she knew, or were introduced to them by another friend and they hit it off.
"Oh, you know-"
"No, I don't know," he stepped away from the counter and into the threshold of the doorway separating the living room and the kitchen. There was no door, to block him from the living room but he stayed within the threshold as he dried his hands from the
still wet lettuces he was previously holding before his sister came into the house. He couldn't see who they were, but they all held something of power. Strength. Danger. He held no facial expression towards his unease, his stance was neutral, but
he remained on guard for a potential attack.
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The evening was dark, rain pelted against him and the bundle he was carrying. "It's okay! It's only rain!" he ran and ran for what seemed like an eternity. He had just witnessed his parents death and his little sister was in the small bundle he was carrying. A shadow appeared before him, a glint of steel. "Please, no..." he managed to get out, his tears mingling with the raindrops. The bundle in his arms deathly still and eerily quiet. He held the bundle closer to his seven year old self. His breathing was labored from the run, and his anxious body. His heart thundered in his ears and chest. The bundle made a small noise.
"He has the girl."
"Good, take him and lets go, we're already late." He was in the middle of the street during a downpour with a strange man, and his little sister in his arms. Now he stood in a traditional Japanese house like dojo, in front of an elderly man. He clutched the bundle a little tighter, it made another small noise.
"Please... don't hurt-"
"You? No my dear child." the voice sounded elderly kind, "You are now family, you and your little sister." the man bent down to his level and smiled. He took an uneasy step back, trembling, fearing this man before him.
"M-my father and moth-ther," he said terrified. The elders eyes turn cold. "Th-they were..." A quick snap to the one that brought him and the small blanket bundle there. They were speaking differently now, the man sounded mad, the other was scared. Once the scared one left with the old man's permission, said elder man came to him and took the small bundle from his arms. "No!" he called out, he was suddenly shoved back with a foot to his stomach. Wind knocked out of him, but he tried to get up to reclaim his sister until the man threw the bundle to a wall, where an audible sickening noise was heard. His eyes grew wide body stilled, shocked at what he had just witnessed.
"Where is she!" the man roared at him and he was shoved closer to the floor. A hand hover over his head clenched into a fist ready to strike down like the clap of thunder that happened minutes ago.
"I..." he said at first sounding scared, then smiled, "I don't know," it was true he didn't know where his sister was, he just grabbed one of the toy baby dolls wrapped it up in a small baby blanket and ran. His sister wasn't in her room, or his or his parents room. She was just gone. His small eight month old sister was gone. He was glad for it, he was so glad that she actually wasn't here.
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"Well, um..." she sounded scared to say anything. Now was a time to worry, his hands itched to grab the blindfold and rip it off to see why she was so nervous. But, he behaved. He dropped his hands to his side, and solely looked at her as if he could
actually see her. In a way he could, it was a small aura like blur where he knew was his sisters.
"Yes?" he waited. His eyes flicked from where he hears his sister to the other figures that stood near the doorway into their house. They had different, more intense auras. Different sizes, and a slightly different color, darker.
"You see, it happened like this-" she went on to explain her rage to her friend. "I got so mad at her that... that uhm... my-well it was her fault for getting so pissy about the stupidest thing-"
"How much to do they know?" she never acts like this, she only acted like it once and it was when they reunited for the first time seven years ago. She is fifteen years old now, she was eight when he met with her again. He had the guts to disobey that
old coot and run away. Now he's constantly on the look out for any possible danger that he might have put on them.
"Well, they-not much. My friend ran away from me screaming, so maybe she knows too, but she wasn't looking at me when she ran. More like over my head to something taller. Him for instance." he couldn't see if she was pointing at someone or not. So he
stood there looking ahead.
"Uh, hi," came an awkward reply of a strange voice. It sounded grown, this guy was probably in his early to mid thirties. It was now starting to get dangerous. His sweet 15 year old sister invited a 30 something year old in to their house. Who else was
above 20 here?
"They came up behind me and started talking strangely. I didn't understand them-"
"What, do, they, know?" he said slowly.
"-they started talking English and asked if they could-" she continued as if she didn't hear him.
"You said 'yes'?" it wasn't meant to be a question, he heaved out a frustrated sigh, gritting his teeth and running a hand halfway through his black medium hair. He wasn't even sure who these people were, and if his instincts were right, then they are
in fact dangerous and possibly armed. She doesn't know the troubles he put them through and he's trying his best to protect her, and their secret from the world and evil things in said world.
He can feel the uncomfortable tension. If he lets them stay, then he puts them both in danger, or they could help protect them. It wasn't certain who these people were, they were strange, monstrous even. It makes him uneasy, and he hates feeling helpless
when he knows he can prevent it.
Every instinct in him is telling him to tell them to get the hell out. But he was also curious who these people were that hadn't yet harmed his sister. Yet. If they did, he would have to dispose of them quickly.
He felt defeated. It wasn't something he was used to, it was a fight or die situation he grew up in. You either fight to win, or die fighting. Defeat was non-existent. It was never an option. He has a feeling that these invaders knew his dilemma well.
He could practically feel their training radiating off them, their experience.
"In exchange we will protect you and your sister at all cost," a new voice, about the same age as him spoke. He is only 22, but even now he felt old. At the offer it brought a sick humor to him, them protect him? They may have training in the arts, but
he was trained to kill. He was trained beyond human limits, to go on until he collapsed. These men were of no match to him and his strengths, his training, or even in his league. He showed nothing of humor to them, showing any kind of emotion was
death. He remained looking frustrated.
He brought his hand down and rested it on his sister shoulder who was now standing in front of him. He wasn't sure when she got there, he just knew she was there.
"Fine, they can sta-omph" he was wrapped in his sister's embrace with her squealing for joy. He brought his right arm over her in a half hug, the other gripping the rag he still held tightly. He wasn't allowed to show his rage to her, he had to channel
it towards something else. He had to show his sister that he loved her dearly, but the things she does infuriated him. Pain. Pain was a good way to channel his anger. He was sure that these intruders now guests saw his left hand shaking, but he remained
neutral, nothing was allowed to show, not to her, but a few things slipped past him. He doesn't mean for them to happen, it just happens and they are interpreted wrong. So wrong. Oh so wrong!
His sister pulled away and walked past him into the kitchen, her whispering to him "They only saw the ears," then she spoke more loudly. "Nice job for a blind man! Even though it's way past high noon!"
"For the last time, I'm not blind! And it's not-" shit, he didn't even look at the time. But he knew it wasn't 12 in the afternoon if she was home then it should be about 5 maybe past 6:30pm even. And he wasn't even making lunch. More like a snack.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that!" she called, he heard a snap outside.
His head whipped to the sound as he ripped off the blindfold. There was no way that they found him. They couldn't have!
"Shit," he whispered and quickly before the eye could see him move he was out the door into the woods that was his front yard.
Silence was met. There was no silence in these woods.
Shadows were close.
Hunters.
The unearthly wind blew past him.
"So it is you, nii-chan,", "it's nii-chan," multiple voices said in the wind as it died out. The language is Japanese, it is his second language, the first being English,
his third is Chinese. He knew multiple languages, as well as culture and customs. His most favorable was the dances and music that he was taught. He used the dance in his fighting style, he even grew accustomed to hearing music as he fought. He gave
a soft feral growl. They found him. His ninja family had found him.
"Come home to us, nii-chan,", "yes come home, nii-chan,"the voices said into the wind, coaxing him to go along with them.
"Why the hell should I?" he growled out, prepared to fight for his life if he refused his 'family'.
"Master misses you,", "yes we miss you,"the voices were like sirens luring him to go deeper into the forest. He made sure to plant himself well, if he showed that he
was breaking to their will, they will snatch him away without a word.
"Leave, I'm-"
"Who are they?", "strange chakra's,"the voices interrupted him.
"Friends, powerful ones,"he said, using the strange guests in his house for his own protection. He felt selfish for doing such a thing to people he just met, he hoped they would understand.
"We'll be back for you, Kaoru-nii,", "Yes, will be back, nii-chan,"then it was quiet, forest quiet, some of the forest sounds returning. His allowed his heart to hammer
against his chest as he leaned heavily against a tree. He couldn't believe they found him. He wasn't sure how they had found him, he hid himself well, he hid his sister well. Then a thought came. Did they follow those strange men to his home? He tensed
at the thought of having them in his home. He turned towards the house and elegantly walked in, silently shutting the door. He kept his face blank. He picked up the blindfold that he carelessly threw to the floor in his haste to check on the noise.
Surely these people would want to know, about how he can do the things he can, questions about the 'ears' his sister accidentally 'showed' them.
"Ka-"one of them spoke, he quickly shook his head 'no'. "But that is your-"he shook his head 'no' again. He wasn't using 'that' name.
Not ever.
He will not use his 'earned' name with these people, especially with his sister so close.
"Are you going to introduce me to them, Jessica?" 'Kaoru' asked as he put the blindfold back on as he heard his sister run back into the living room.
"Sorry! Jesse, let me introduce you to, Itachi Uchiha," he tensed at the name, then Jessica grabbed his hand and placed it on who he presumed was 'Itachi Uchiha's' face. He heard a few snickers from the other's in the room. "Kisame Hoshigaki, Kakuzu-"
"I'm not blind, Jessica." He said flatly.
"Really? Then why are you wearing that blindfold, if it's not for bedroom purposes?" he could hear his sisters satisfaction of humor.
"Damn, she's got you there fucker."
"That's Hidan, would you like to touch his face?" his sister asked happily cheekily. He recognized these names. These were the names from the ninja clans around the town. They recently disbanded from their original house's and went into a new group called
the 'Akatsuki', the ninja group is very dangerous, feared by every ninja that knew about them.
"Who else?" his voice wasn't playing around.
"What?" his sister was confused by his tone, he knew she would be, he never used such a tone with her before.
"Who else."
"Uh, Sasori, and Deidara. . ." she then grew silent. Shit. Shit. SHIT! The only ones that weren't here were Zetsu, Pein, and Konan. If these were the people he was thinking of, then his sister had just invited their death to their home. "They're the Akatsuki
I was telling you about," she went on explaining. Even worse! They are who he thought they were. "They di-"
"Akatsuki?"
"Yeah, from Naruto," a. . . T.V show? So they weren't the Akatsuki he was thinking of. His Akatsuki were from different families he himself is from the Onishi family. Itachi is from the Uchiha family, Kisame was from the Hoshigaki family, Kakuzu was from
the Konishi family, Hidan was from the Okabe family, Deidara was from the Takatsukasa family and Sasori was from the Itakura family. "What's wrong?" his sister sensed something in him.
"Nothing important, for now," he said and relaxed a bit, he still didn't trust these people. There was no reason to worry his sister of his pitiful fright. "Why don't you call for pizza, and make sure to say 'Party', I'll put the salad away." He said
and walked into the kitchen, distracting his sister with the rare treat. He pulled the blindfold down and started putting everything away, washing some of the utensils he used for cutting.
"So that's your over protective brother you were talking about, huh?" someone in the living room asked his sister. He could hear their conversation. He never liked having his sister here so he made sure to not get a television set, a stereo, or even a
computer for the house. It was almost barren from electronics aside from the single land-line, single cell phone that his sister has, his alarm clock that he never uses, and the basic living tools like a dishwasher, oven, fridge, freezer, washer and
dryer. Because this place was so far from the city he made sure there was a place where his sisters bus can turn around on. He cleared out most of the trees in the area and used them for firewood so they could have a 'camp out' or they could build
something with the cut wood. He filled in the holes where the stumps used to be and grew grass for the lawn. So far it was looking good, but he hated how he had to move at a 'human's' pace. He could clear this out in no time if he used his skills.
"Seems kind of boring if you ask me, hm."
"We've only just met him, where is his workshop?"
"Why would you want to know that?"
"She said he works with wood." He pulled his blindfold back up once he was done and walked out into the living room.
"My workshop is just out the door to the left on the side of the house." He said, "Just don't break anything, gym is in the basement, that solitary door over there, bedrooms are up stairs, any of the open doors. Jessica, I have a feeling that Sid is going
to come by soon, don't encourage him."
"Me? Encourage, Sid? Shouldn't it be the other way round?" Jessica asked. Jesse kept silent as he looked at his sister. "Fine, but he's going to be attacking you anyways. It's not like he has time for me any more."
"Cook out tomorrow night?" Jesse asked.
"Really! As in Barbecue!" Jessica asked now excited.
"Sure, along with s'mores and ghost stories."
"Yes!" he was tackled into a hug, "You are the best brother in the world!" Jessica then ran off to some part of the house. He brought down the blindfold as soon as he was sure his sister was nowhere near him. The numbers in the group before him had shrunk,
the red head was missing, the blue hue guy, and the silver haired guy was also gone.
"Any harm comes to my sister, I'm killing every one of you. Even if you can't be killed, I'll torture you until you know better then to mess with my words or test my patients." He stated calmly and walked out of the house. He walked over to his workshop
and seen that the red head was there, "tools are in the drawers and the cabinet, the chest remains locked and hidden from my sister. That's where I keep my weapons, and poisons. Keep my skills as a ninja away from my sister. I'm trying to keep her
from my world so she doesn't have to go through it like I had."
"What happened?" the red haired man asked.
"I ran from my family, it seems they had found me again. My guess is that they followed your stench and chakra." he seen the brown dead eyes turn to him. He could feel that they were insulted. Hell, he would follow the strange chakra too, to see where
they would go, "My training is beyond yours, my logic in the art is also different. My earlier threat still stands," he said and picked up an axe that was leaning against the table.
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He chopped wood for about half an hour, before the pizza finally came, he was out of breath, and somewhere along the way his shirt flew off. He planned on chopping more wood so he just stuck the axe into the large wood stump. He glanced around for his
shirt and found it had wings and flew near his workshop. He picked it up, shook it, and slipped it on before walking to the delivery guy.
"Nice, if I lived up here and I had that kind of body I'd show it off to," the guy said. He paid for the pizza, and his sister brought it into the house quickly before the guy could blink.
"Chopping wood, and my physic are two very different things," Jesse smiled, he was sure that Sid was finally rubbing off on him.
"Do I smell pizza!" a new voice entered, "Ooo, they brought a hot one! Hey, sweetheart you doing anything special tonight?" A dark blue eyed, matched with his dark blue medium hair said coming up to the drive way.
"Sid lay off, or you'll traumatize them."
"You're right, but I wasn't talking about the pizza guy." Sid smiled at him.
"Where the hell did I put my axe?" Jesse muttered, and the deliverer laughed.
"Don't get me wrong, you've got a nice ass," Sid winked at the other male.
"Haha, well thanks, enjoy," the guy said and started walking to his car.
"Oh don't worry, I shall! How about later tonight, handsome!?" Sid called after. "I like him, I hope he comes more often," Sid commented and watched Jesse. "What happened?" his tone no longer held humor.
"Ah, tell you later, let's go eat before it's all gone." Jesse said and started for the house.
"What kind of show did you give him? And how come you didn't wait until I got here?" Sid asked as they walked through the door. "Oh, is it your sister's birthday? Lot of guys here, or are you planning on cheating on me?"
"Not my birthday, and my brother would never think of cheating on you! Hey, Sid!" Jessica ran out and hugged Sid. "They are staying with us for a bit until they can get back home. Although a few of them do seem quite intent on watching my brother while
he chopped wood. I think the pizza guy is also into him," Jessica giggled.
"I told you not to encourage him," Jesse muttered as he walked into the kitchen to get a slice of pizza.
"How far did the shirt fly?" Sid asked hurriedly.
"To his workshop, it had some help getting there," Jessica laughed.
"Damn, now I wish I was here earlier then I could get a show before dinner." Laughter was heard. This was bad.
"Oh you know how much of a tease my brother is," Jessica said. It was so bad. "Besides, he's probably going to go back out there, were having a cook out tomorrow night." Jessica said and he heard Sid purr. It was the worst. Why did he have to make a friend
like Sid, and why is his sister such a pervert half the time?
"I'll stay the night so I can properly enjoy myself. Jesse is so not escaping me this time," Sid said.
"The only thing missing is your muscles." he heard someone say. He never relied on strength, he preferred to keep his speed, and stamina, although he does have some muscles, they weren't big as the blue guy, but still noticeable.
"Hey, Jesse! Where's your blindfold?" Jessica asked as she walked into the kitchen.
"Blindfold?!" Sid was there in an instant.
"Chopped it up into little bits." Jesse said and finished his pizza, he went for another slice.
"Damn, I so would have used it-"
"Sid, it's your turn to chop." Jesse interrupted him.
"Alright, but I expect a reward after." Sid said and ate his pizza in silence.
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ZA - I've decided to make this story into a bunch of one-shots. It will be a story, it won't be a full story. So suggest what these guy will go through, suggest pairings, holidays, or anything really. This is an introductory of sorts, it does have a plot,
and it will be implement through the one-shots. I have a few one-shots in mind, pairings, well you'll find out. I'm always open to pairing suggestions, nothing is set in stone, but these guys will go home, so your choice whether Jesse, Jessica, and
Sid will be brokenhearted. Also, Sid is a complete mystery. So don't worry about him as much. This world is based on natural colors, and Sid defies all of it. I'll explain the 'ears' in later one-shots.
Jesse – 22 (Nov. 13)
Jessica – 15 (July 18)
Sid - ? (? ?)