Heya! I2G-chan here! I'm back from a massive hiatus that lasted *cough* three years *cough*…Yeah sorry I graduated high school and got through my first year of college with two English classes under my belt so I don't suck anymore XD. I used to have stories up here but they epic failed…Anywho I am an OC author, so if that turns you off Bye. I know I'm not the only person who has gotten on this site for the sole reason of reading a Kakashi X OC fic, so this is for all of you! Please read and review, but I must warn flamers. If you leave a rude comment you'll get an ear full in return. I respect my own work as well as that of others so obviously I have NO respect for flamers. I'll take criticism but not flat out hate messages. Thank you! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Duh. XD
Blood, and by the looks of it there was a lot of it. Kakashi looked at the solid trail that winded around the clearing and finally ended at the base of a tree. At his feet there was a small puddle that had been rubbed into the dirt, then it slowly extended north in a line of drops.
"You didn't get very far…" he mumbled to himself as he slowly followed the trail to the tree. On its trunk was a thick line of blood that was coming from a source low in its branches, whoever or whatever was bleeding was still here. Kakashi glanced up pondering his situation, should he leave the scene and call for ANBU or should he investigate himself. Before he could even make up his mind he heard a twig snap above him, a very low moan followed. Kakashi raised an eye brow and pulled out a kunai very slowly and was about to make his way up the tree when a katana swung through the leaves, its tip resting on his throat.
"Stay back." The voice behind the katana growled. Kakashi stood completely still starring at the blade; he couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female. Carefully, he looked up the blade and came to the hilt where a weak hand clutched the sword.
"Your people have done enough damage today…" the voice continued. Kakashi listened carefully for any clue as to the person's identity or gender, but unfortunately both still seemed to elude him. With a swift movement he knocked the katana from the trembling grip and was up the tree, he stood on the branch in front of his captive holding his kunai in a defense position. Kakashi could see that person was injured very badly, and was probably very close to death.
"Quick…aren't cha?" came the voice again but now Kakashi could hear the pained breathing and slight gasping with each syllable. With the new perspective Kakashi could easily tell his captive was a woman, she was tall and slender though it was hard to tell because she was curled up. She had shaggy teal hair that hung around her face lifelessly, and a pair of dark black sunglasses that shielded her eyes. Kakashi couldn't quiet remember, but he was sure he had seen someone with that hair color in his past.
"Have we met before?" Kakashi inquired looking at the woman's blank face, his eye full of study. She let out a deep breath as if she had been holding it, then her hand pushed harder against the deep wound in her stomach. A steady stream of blood seeped from under her hand and dripped onto the branch below her, this was the wound that had dropped all the blood in the clearing.
"Probably not." She answered with a small gasp. She shoved the hand that had been clutching her katana over her other, but Kakashi couldn't tell if she was trying to stop the bleeding or dull the pain. The woman's head fell back against the tree trunk and she breathed unevenly as another spasm of pain overtook her, she was beginning to suffer.
"Why are you here?" he asked after debating whether he should ask her name and allegiance.
"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time." She coughed and Kakashi didn't have to see her eyes to imagine the pain they showed. He sighed softly and put his kunai away, he knew that if they were to fight the advantage would defiantly be in his favor.
"That's not a good enough answer," he growled quietly.
"Whatcha gonna do?" she asked smirking. Kakashi knew full well she was mocking him.
"I might just put you out of your misery." He threatened trying to get a better answer out of her, though his plan backfired.
"You'd be doing me a few favors if you did." She smiled continuing her mocking. Kakashi sighed deeply and looked up through the leaves pondering.
"Well, since you aren't answering my questions perhaps you might answer to the Hokage." He said after a minute, even though he hadn't actually tried very hard to get information from her. He squatted to her level, and she tried to back away but she was already against the trunk so she stuck her foot up in defense. Kakashi grabbed her black sandal and pushed her foot out of the way and gently pulled her hands off the wound, it was deep and without the pressure it began to bleed profusely. He pulled a roll of gauze from his pouch and began to slowly lodge it into the wound to try and soak up some of the blood until they at least made it to the village. The woman squirmed in response to the extreme pain and tried to leap from the tree in an escape attempt but he stopped her quickly.
"You're coming with me." He ordered trying to pick her up but she flailed around slightly to make it difficult, it was enough for Kakashi to immediately set her back down on the tree trunk in fear of irritating the wound even more.
"Hey! Hey! What happened to putting me out of my misery?!" she whined annoying Kakashi slightly, and ever so slowly she backed herself into the tree trunk again.
"Why would I do that? You might know important information regarding my village, I can't just kill you." He said quietly as he watched her breathing become increasingly shallow and labored, he had to get her to the medics or she would die very soon.
"But you said!" the woman began but Kakashi quickly cut her off.
"Do you always believe your enemy?"
"Who said we were enemies?" She asked quietly, resentment lacing itself into her voice. Kakashi chuckled quietly and smiled with her quickness.
"Who said we weren't?" he countered waiting patiently for an answer he didn't get. Instead she looked down to her wound and winced deeply, and then her head started to nod as if she were falling asleep.
"You're going to die." He reminded her quietly, he was starting to worry.
"So let me go in peace." She breathed as she tried to gesture for him to leave, but her lack of strength made the movement unrecognizable. Kakashi smiled wryly and watched as his captive very slowly began to fall unconscious, he just hoped that he had enough time left to get her to the medics. After quickly scooping up her weakening form he took off through the tree tops and right before he arrived at the village gates she fell completely limp in his arms, he suddenly wished he hadn't toyed with her for so long. If she were to die, it would yet again be another life he failed to save, another life he couldn't afford to take responsibility for. He had to save her.
