Hello! I have returned!
I know it's been ages but lots of things have happened, I had like, 3 jobs, started Uni blah blah...
Anyway! I promised a sequel and now it's Christmas break I finally have time to write again! I hope I don't disappoint, keep me posted on how I'm doing, and if you have any ideas that could work in this story let me hear them! :D
So if you haven't read Erase Me, this isn't gonna make much sense half the time! But I'm happy to answer any questions either via reviews or messaging whatever :)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters, only the OCs.
The mist was thick. Thicker than it normally was, which usually meant there was trouble on the horizon. The Mizukage had order extra guard patrol since the attack on the village watchtowers two weeks ago, so Haru often found himself incapacitated and therefore withdrawn from his self-assigned duty of keeping an eye on his green-haired friend. Despite his best efforts, he was forced to remain loyal to his leader's orders over his own, so rarely saw Akira these days.
Like the extreme weather, Akira's head was dull and hazy from her increasing lack of sleep, and on this particular morning, she found herself sitting on her wide windowsill hugging her knees, and watching an oblivious Haru in the distance on his patrol.
She missed his company, and wished she could talk to him again about her increasing concern of the reoccurring dream. She avoided sleep as much as possible, because the night only brought back the faces.
They had agreed to tell no one that she had recognised the blonde intruder that had entered the village, although his partner was unfamiliar. She'd had short red hair that flicked out in all directions, with bright amber eyes that seemed to glow as they glared out from under her spiky fringe.
The attack had been a strange one. They had taken nothing and attacked no one but the watchtowers, simply entered the village and left again. But why? There was a hushed rumour circulating the higher-level ninja's that they were from an S-rank criminal group and had possibly come looking for someone or something. The Jinchuuriki were their first guess, but since Yagura had long since been captured, and Utakata had not been seen for several months (presumed also captured), they dismissed that thought.
Their next idea was that they were assessing their defence levels and planning some sort of sneak attack in an attempt to capture the Mizukage. But something about that just didn't seem right. They'd left as quickly as they'd come.
From her seat in the window, Akira began to draw the red cloud pattern in condensation with her forefinger, which she'd seen on their cloaks. She sighed and scrubbed it away, swinging her legs off the windowsill and pottered into the hall to get her coat. Haru may be on duty, but she could still accidentally on-purpose bump into her friend on a fresh morning stroll.
She found him easily, pacing back and forth beneath the Kage building. His eyes lit up as she approached, a grin forming on his pale face.
'Hey, stranger,' he called merrily, a cloud of vapour puffing from his mouth as his breath met the cold air.
'Long time no see,' She offered him a sad smile, rubbing her arms to keep warm.
'What brings you outside in this temperature?'
'I just had to get out of the house. I haven't slept much and I was bored…' She leaned against the building tiredly, twisting a loose piece of hair between her fingers. 'How's Kage-watch going?'
'Just wonderful… It's simply thrilling standing around in the freezing cold all day!' He rolled his eyes sarcastically and she grinned.
'Well it's a good job I bumped into you then isn't it!' Reaching into her coat, she pulled out a silver flask and, unscrewing the lid, offered him a cup.
'So what really brings you out here, then?' Haru lifted his chocolate brown eyes from the small plastic cup now filled with steaming tea. She met his gaze momentarily before dropping her head to watch her feet as she rolled a stone beneath her left foot.
'I needed to talk to you. About two weeks ago. I can't stop thinking about it and it's scaring me…' Her tone was hushed and she kept her face down as she spoke. 'What if I did something terrible?'
Her friend took a small sip from his cup before reaching out to take her hand, giving it a small squeeze. 'Don't assume the worst. If they really are from…' He paused to glance around him, lowering his voice to barely a whisper as his spoke again. '…The Akatsuki, then who knows what happened to you. Besides, that was two years ago! A lot has changed since then, and you're not a bad person. I don't think you ever could be.'
********** Elsewhere **********
'Jashin-damn-it I'm bored. I'm so fucking bored, damn it.'
'Yes, you may have mentioned that once or twice, Idiot. Now shut up while I count…'
Hidan scowled at his partner as he watched him lay out several piles of notes onto the larger coffee table in the room.
From across the room, Kisame groaned. 'Why do you always have to use that one? What's wrong with the floor? Or, oh I don't know, you room?!'
'Why does it bother you so much, Fish face? You're not even using a table.' Kakuzu growled at the blue man as he watched small white eyes narrow in his direction.
'Because if I wanted to use a table, that would be the one I'd use.'
'Will you guys all just quit your whining and shut the hell up?!' A new face entered the room, scowling at them with piercing amber eyes. She ran a hand through her short hair and slumped into an worn-looking cream couch.
'Piss off, shorty. No one asked you!' Hidan glowered, his magenta eyes flashing in irritation at the red head.
'Geez, alright Zombie! Don't get your knickers in a twist. What's new anyway? Heard anything from above?'
Kisame tutted. 'Not a single thing. Nothing. Nada. Zilch! Although Itachi reckons he'll make his move soon. He's just as bored as we are…'
As if on cue, the raven-haired member drifted in through the doorway and perched on the edge of a chair. Behind him came Pein and Konan, with Deidara shuffling after them. Zetsu was nowhere to be seen.
'So why is she so important anyway? Why can't Itachi do it? He can control people's minds better than anyone, can't he?'
'Because, Kiri, this guy is immune to the Sharingan. Which you'd know if you'd have been listening last week…' Kakuzu summed up, obviously trying to kill their annoying conversation while he was busily adding up his profit from his recent bounty drop-off.
Kiri opened her mouth to throw back a sarcastic response, but a dark figure dressed mostly in black entered the room, silencing the group and immediately gaining their full attention.
His voice was deep and collected, as his head turned to scan the room briefly. 'It's time.'
So a few things to note about this sequel, it's two years later, so Akira is 22, Deidara is 25. Kiri is 18, so they all think she's really just a kid... Please R&R and let me know what you think :D
