I've been writing a lot lately, I hope this one is one of my best so far. R&R !
Oh, and this has nothing to do with my previous story Betrayal but check that story out nonetheless !
Summary: A young kunoichi is convinced everything she touches dies, trying to run away from her past she tries to flee, but Kakashi won't let her. Kakaxoc slight genmaxoc
: One's : Destiny :
Chapter 1 - Shadows Crossing
Fuck.
The repetitive beep of the hospital machine was getting on her last nerve. It mocked her, shouting how it's keeping her alive. But that was the last thing she wanted. She longed for the cruel hand of death to take her, as it has done to so many around her. Aimi cracked open an eyelid, meeting the harsh glare of the hospital light. The light hummed softly, the sound scratched at the inside of her eardrums. Her body cried in anguish every time she moved, she ached all over. The blanket covering her did not provide the warmth she craved, the warmth of someone else, someone familiar.
A loud knock boomed throughout the white room. Aimi ignored it and continued staring at the flourescent light. The door opened slowly, she could hear the familiar 'click' of high heels on the tiled plastic floor.
"How are you?" Tsunade asked softly, looking at her former pupil sadly.
Aimi continued staring at the blinding light 'til it burned through her eyes. She remained silent.
"You're recovering quickly, as always, and should be out of here in a couple of days," Tsunade continued, "You suffered quite a bit of extensive damage, Shizune and I almost killed ourselves by depleting our chakra."
Tsunade continued staring at Aimi, wishing that she never sent them on that mission.
The pain coursed throughout her body. No sedative could relieve the pain she was in. Her heart ached and ached, not once stopping, yet reminding her of what she lost. Aimi ground her teeth and fought back the urge to scream and collapse.
"I'll be back soon," Tsunade said, "Meanwhile, get some more rest. Oh, and by the way, you have some gifts on your table."
Tsunade walked out and closed the door in defeat. Of all the missions she chose, she wanted to take it back.
As soon as Tsunade walked out the door, the crying girl inside of Aimi burst free, hot tears cascaded down her cheeks. She choked on her sobs and bit her lip hard to stop the intense pain coming from her chest. Nothing she could do would stop the pain. The ache. The hurt. Life seemed meaningless now, the light in her world was extinguished. Nothing could anchor her to reality.
Hours passed, finally, Aimi got a hold of herself and glanced at her bedside table.
Beautiful flowers filled her vision. The happy, shining sun showed off the flowers' radiant beauty even more.
Are you mocking me, God? With a warm, smiling sun, on this cold, dreadful day?
Painfully, Aimi scooted into a sitting position and grabbed the first vase of flowers: bright pink cherry blossoms. From Sakura. She didn't even have to look at the card to guess. Next was beautiful, ivory white lillies. This one was from Sasuke. The final vase was a burst of sunflowers, roses, and wildly arranged. Aimi half-smiled inwardly, which was all she could muster. The flowers matched the young ninja's personality, Naruto. One vase of flowers was missing, from the last member of Team 7.
Aimi didn't mind, all she really wanted, was her favorite flowers, the ones he always brought her.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, an infamous silver-haired Jounin strolled in, a bunch of purple-blue flowers in his arms. He set them on Aimi's lap and put a hand on her leg. She looked up at him and saw his eye-creasing smile, even if it was hidden behind a mask. Aimi stared at the beautiful forget-me-nots. Memories rushed into her, she cringed at the the thought. The dying girl inside her was breaking.
"Get. Out." Aimi whispered, covering her face with her hands.
Kakashi's smile became sad, he put a comforting arm around her. She shrugged it off and rolled over, knocking the forget-me-nots on the cold floor. He sighed and bent over to retrieve the fallen flowers.
"It'll be ok, Aimi." He said, patting her head, "I'm here for you."
She felt his prescence disappear, but she continued staring at the blank wall ahead of her. That was her life now. A blank wall. Nothing.
"Why did you leave me?" Aimi cried softly, "Why, Genma? It was all my fault."
The days wore on. Aimi refused to eat. Refused to see anyone, even Naruto or Sasuke. Tsunade almost forced food down her throat, 'til Shizune had to drag a screaming Tsunade away from a helpless Aimi. The resorted to feeding her through an IV, though, it didn't help her much. Her features began to look drawn and ghoulish. She began to get thinner and thinner as days passed no matter how much anyone persuaded her.
Finally, Tsunade barged into her room and said, "If you don't get healthy now, I will fire you, at this moment."
Aimi twitched in her death-like slumber. She opened an eyelid and glared at Tsunade with her deep black eye.
"I will." Tsunade snarled.
Giving up, Aimi said, "Shut it, granny. Jeez. Get these damn tubes off me and I'll be on my way."
Team 7 and Gai met up with Aimi before she left the hospital, walking out with her.
"Leave me alone." she growled angrily as she walked onto the dirt road.
"No can do, neechan," Naruto said in his usual obnoxiously loud voice, "I'm not leaving."
"Me either." Sasuke's calm, stern voice agreed.
Aimi's eyes were red and very puffy, due to her constant crying. Kakashi and Gai remained silent and watched the poor Uchiha sadly. Sakura tried engaging Aimi to join them for dinner, she very rudely rejected her. She walked toward an apartment complex and was about to enter when a large hand settled on her shoulder.
"Aimi," Kakashi said in a strained voice, "I think you ought to stay with Sasuke."
"Get your hand off me." she said in a dangerously low voice.
"Aimi-chan," Gai started, "I think it would be better, too."
"Just leave me alone!" Aimi cried out.
She ran into the building and flash-stepped up the stairwell, she heard her pursuers following close behind. Aimi put a shaky hand on a doorknob and threw the door open, tears brimming. Slamming the door, Aimi leaned against it for support, she needed to be here, alone. It was just as he left it. The unwrapped gift lay on the kitchen table. His extra pair of sandals were set right next to the door. His bed, untouched, showed no signs of the familiar Jounin sleeping in it.
A timid knock was heard. Aimi ignored it and walked over to his closet.
"Leave her." she heard Kakashi's muffled voice say.
Aimi opened the closet slowly and ran her hand through his shirts, feeling the softness, the familiarity. She intook the smell, musky, and sweet. A mug full of fresh Senbon needles were set on the bedside table, only a few left, among them were wooden stirring sticks.
It was his apartment. His smell that wafted through the air. Everything around her was him.
Genma...
She remembered running through the Fire country's forest. Enemy nin hot on her trail. She kept flying, flying through, fleeing from death. Genma was at her side, Asuma and Kurenai were just a few feet below them. She could hear Genma's labored breathing. His chakra was almost depleted. At this rate... at this rate we won't make it back alive she thought. Genma glanced down and saw Kurenai slowing down, Asuma followed her. Aimi looked frantically at Genma.
Reliving those moments killed Aimi, she slumped onto the floor and sobbed, sleep came to her soon after...
"Gen-chan,"Aimi laughed running after the caramel haired Jounin.
She felt the exhilaration of running in the forest jumping throught the branches.
"Ah, what do you want?" he said in a mock annoyed voice, turning his head. His crooked smile made her heart skip a beat.
"Teach me!" she called picking up speed.
Genma laughed and jumped into a clearing.
"Teach you what?" he said playfully, bouncing the stirring stick that was always found in the handsome Jounins mouth.
"You promised to teach me how to tie a cherry stem in a knot!" Aimi whined, holding up a bright, crimson cherry.
"Hmmm..."Genma thought tapping his chin and shifting the stick from side to side, "I don't recall..."
"Bah!" Aimi yelled, pouncing on the unexpected Jounin.
They wrestled a while 'til finally, Genma pinned Aimi's hands above her head and pushed his knees down on her legs so she couldn't move.
"I think that backfired, beautiful."he said , grinning.
Aimi struggled, but finally gave up. "Teach me." she said simply.
Genma kept one hand holding her wrists high above her head and let his other hand stroke a loose strand of black hair away from her face, "You sure? It could be way to inexperienced for you. Only true masters of the tongue can do it." he said cheekily giving her a wink.
"Yes!" Aimi grinned.
Genma's face moved closer to hers, she began breathing heavily in anticipation. Genma put his finger under her chin and lifted it up so he could get a better look at her.
"You're heart-breakingly beautiful, did you know that?" he said softly.
Aimi held her breath as Genma closed the gap between them. His lips met hers, it was soft, sweet, and innocent. Aimi's head swirled, this was her first kiss. Genma swept his tongue across hers asking for entrance. Aimi willingly obliged and felt his tongue curl and move around her own. She gasped at the feeling.
Genma broke the kiss and said, "And that's how you'd make a knot."
"Wow..." was all Aimi said and headbutted the handsome Jounin.
The sun woke her up. Her eyes felt heavy from the puffed-up feeling. The dream was vivid, that was the first time she and Genma kissed, the first moment they fell. Aimi slammed her hand onto the floor, creating a huge hole.
"Dammit, Genma." She muttered angrily into the floor.
It's been, what was it, 3 weeks since the horrible day. She had lost three very important people to her that day. One, more important, who changed her life, and killed it as well. She would no longer see the happy couple, Kurenai and Asuma, flirting around secretly or being able to tease them about they're 'secret' relationship.
The one person who she lost, the one that altered her, she couldn't think of his name. Couldn't think of all the ways she'd miss him because there was not a high enough number to use. The man she loved.
Days passed, she remained in his apartment, sleeping or staring out the window. Visitors came by, but she waved them off, ignored them. She didn't want to ignore her liittle brother, or Naruto, but she was in too much pain to see them.
After almost 2 weeks, she decided to visit him and Kurenai and Asuma. She stepped into the steaming hot shower and felt the water hit her back. It was still cold. She shivered under the steam and finally gave up, wrapping a towel across her chest. Walking over to his closet, she found a longsleeved jounin shirt, a little big for her, but she liked it, and a pair of his tightfitting ANBU pants. Aimi grabbed a handful of his shirt and smelled the wonderful sweet scent.
Before leaving, she tucked one of his Senbon behind her ear and tied her forehead protector around her neck. Walking the streets of Konoha, Aimi dragged her feet towards the memorial, surprised to see Kakashi standing before it.
Aimi ignored him and walked in front of them and kneeled. Closing her eyes she felt a wave of pain wash over her, knocking her selfless, making it hopeless for her to resurface and breathe again. Looking at the marker she ran her finger over the last engraved name, Shiranui Genma.
A shadow passed over the memorial, a cloud blocked out the warm sun.
She sat there for another hour, feeling the presence of Kakashi still there. Sighing, "What do you want?"
"We're here for you, Aimi."Kakashi said looking straight at the memorial, "We promised him we'd take cared of you no matter what."
Aimi sighed again, more deeply, she knew she wasn't one to dwell on deaths. Only his, she would only cry for him and the he were really annoying her. She wanted to be with him, alone. They just didn't understand.
"Fuck off." she spat shutting her eyes and bowed her head.
Kakashi frowned, he knew how much Genma meant to her, and their relationship, but he had to get her out of the dark. To move on. Many ninjas go through what she's been through. He wanted to help her, but decided to keep his distance. Aimi was always protective of him, whenever a sleazy bar girl made her way over to him, Aimi would shoot her a menacing glare, and scare her off. He wanted to be there for her this time. Except she making it extremely difficult.
"Aimi...I know what it's like." Kakashi began.
"Shut up!" Aimi screamed, turning around. She snapped, "No you don't! Don't act all superior, you know nothing!" she said those words without thinking and instantly regretted it.
"Alright then," Kakashi said coolly,"We'll leave you alone." he started walking away.
Aimi made an attempt to stop him, to hold him and apologize, but refrained.
Sadly, she slumped over. Kakashi was one of her best friends, no, he was her bestfriend. She hated herself for being vulnerable and emotional. And she took it out on her favorite copy-nin. Aimi decided she'd have to say sorry to him, one way or another. Aimi knew that Kakashi and Genma were good friends, too, he even introduced her to Genma.
"Neh, Kakashi, who's that?" Genma asked , nudging the silver haired Jounin.
Kakashi glanced up from his orange book and looked across the table at the woman Genma was pointing at, chatting with Anko. Even upon the loud chatter in the bar, she heard them perfectly.
It was Aimi.
She smiled at them, "Hey, oldie." she said greeting Kakashi.
Kakashi rolled his eye and said, "Shiranui Genma this is the brat, brat this is Shiranui Genma."
Aimi hissed in protest and kicked Kakashi under the table, hard.
He grunted and pain and resumed flipping through the pages of his porn novel.
"Hi, you look familiar." Genma said slyly, "I think you're the beautiful woman from my dreams."
Aimi laughed and said, "Very smooth Shiranui-san."
"Oh, please please, call me Genma."
She smiled.
"Why haven't I seen you around before." Genma said.
"Oh, I recently arrived in the village after a long assignment in the Hidden Mist Village."
Genma grinned, "A ninja, eh?"
He stirred his drink with his Senbon.
Aimi raised a sleek black eyebrow and threw her own Senbon into his, knocking it out of his hands.
"Ooo, good with your hands,"Genma smirked, "A turn-on."
She turned away in disgust, blushing a deep red.
"Go flirt with some other poor sap."
Genma smiled rubbing his foot on hers, "There's no one else worth my time, beautiful kunoichi." he whispered.
Aimi rolled her eyes and continued talking to Anko, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
Aimi felt her chest heave. A sob tore through. She broke down again, curling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Sasuke poofed behind her and hugged her tightly.
"Sasuke...Sasuke." she cried.
"It's ok, neechan," he said soothingly, "I'm here."
Genma... Genma... I need you...
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much love !
Aimi nee-chan.