Don't own Naruto or anything affiliated with it.
After time skip. Characters are around 17, 18.
Akira Hayashi, a kunoichi whom has trained with the rookie nine for years, has always been troubled by inconsistencies in the Uchiha massacre. Coincidences plague her thoughts as she searches for the truth to what really happened. With help from Neji, Kiba, and Naruto, she plans to hunt down a sadistic, missing Nin in hopes of gaining the information she needs to save Sasuke from himself.
Enjoy.
Spring sunlight beats down softly upon Kohona. An ebony haired female sits under the shade of a sakura tree with a panting male companion. Weapons lay strewn haphazardly across the training court yard.
"Akira," The flaxen haired male begins, "I'm going after Sasuke again, latest intel says he is a hard day's travel from here. I can't pass up an opportunity like this."
"When do you think you'll leave?" She questions, reserved, he turns his attention to a nearby Hummingbird.
"Dunno, as soon as I can." He answers, turning sad azure eyes to meet hers.
"You know I miss him too, but for the thousandth time, there is something wrong about the massacre." Soft timbre informs him, he curses lowly.
"Damnit! That's all you think 'bout, all that plays in that crazy head of yours!" He exclaims, standing hastily to retrieve weapons. Green eyes roll and an irritated sigh escapes her. She stands, following him in his gathering of weapons. After a tense silence, she lays a tanned hand upon his shoulder.
"Give me two days, then you leave with or without me." She compromises, poking him in the head to make him look at her.
"Fine," He mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest," what are ya gonna do?"
"Its better if you don't know." A smile drapes over her features, he gives her an odd look then shakes his head.
"You're probably right." He agrees, turning to exit the court yard, throwing a hand up in good bye. After the gate clicks closed, Akira enters her home for a quick shower then heads to the Inuzuka household.
xXx
Rapping loudly upon the large oak door, adorned with muddy dog prints, she sighs. After a moment of silence she knocks again, this time the house irrupts into a chaotic symphony of barking dogs. She smiles fondly at the noise, and her smile grows as a flustered Mrs. Inuzuka opens the door.
"Akira, so nice to see you," She greets, slightly out of breath," What brings you here?"
"Nice to see you too, is Kiba around?" She questions, petting a large black dog who escaped in the melee.
"Up is his room," She pauses," I know that look, what type of mischief are you and my son going to get into?" Training distinctive, onyx eyes upon the smiling woman.
"Nothing, just need his help with a bit of research." She assures sweetly, fixing the ebony haired girl with one more disapproving look, the Inuzuka female moves to allow her entrance. Climbing the stairs two at a time, she follows the hallway to a slightly ajar door.
"Kiba." She calls, opening the door to the disastrous room. The wolf nin appears from his bathroom, towel wrapped around broad shoulders.
"Ever hear of knockin?" He asks, feral grin plastered goofily upon his face, showing pointed canines.
"I need your help." She states simply, flopping down on his bed next to Akamaru. He shakes his head, going to his dresser and grabs a black t-shirt .
"This is gonna get me in trouble, aint it?" He asks, dropping his towel to the floor, and pulls on his shirt.
"Not if we don't get caught." She teases, jumping up from the bed, going to whisper in his ear. Throughout the exchange his eyes grow exceedingly and exceedingly wider.
"You've lost your mind, we can't… its just plain…no." Stumbling over words, looking at her incredulously.
"Please, I need your help; no one else would even consider it."
"Because it's crazy!" He exclaims, running a hand through unruly chestnut hair.
"You're not the least bit curious?" She questions, disbelieving, the room settles into quiet, broken finally by a heavy sigh from the Kiba.
"I'm only agreeing to this because you're my friend." He mutters defeated, she hugs him before going to the door.
"I'll be back here around nine, be ready." She orders playfully, giving Akamaru a farewell kiss.
xXx
Two figures, carrying shovels, walk towards the Uchiha cemetery. They weave through gravestones looking for specific ones. Once found, they begin digging, breaking fresh spring grass and moist soil.
"We are so going to hell for this." Sonorous voice informs his female counterpart, glancing over at her.
"We kill for a living, this is just another nail in the coffin," A bark of laughter echoes, "so to speak." She joins in his laughter, continuing to dig. Minutes slowly creep by, and her body descends steadily into the damp earth. Finally after much work, her shovel hits something solid. Throwing her tool up from the hole, she dusts the remaining dirt from the wooden coffin. Warm red wood awaits under the debris, adorned with the gleaming Uchiha crest.
"Let's see if anyone's home, shall we?" She asks quietly, moving to pull the lid from its place.
"Ah! Akira don't…there may be…I don't want to see them…Ah!" He exclaims, ignorant to the fact that she is standing, watching him with a smirk upon her face.
"Kiba, look." Laugh still present in her voice, he shakes his head vigorously 'no'. She reaches up, pulling his head towards the hole, his eyes widen.
"Isn't there supposed to be someone in there?" He questions disbelieving, another laugh escapes her.
"Mhmmm," She hums jumping out of the grave. Brushing dirt of her hands she looks down into the hole. Grabbing her shovel, and moving on to the adjacent grave.
The duo works for three hours, uncovering six empty graves. With night slipping through their fingers, they fill the 'graves' and start back to their homes.
"Why were there empty graves, it doesn't make any sense." Kiba asks after a long silence.
"Yes it does, I've wondered about the inconsistencies for years, and this proves that somebody is hiding something." Green eyes looking past him.
"Are ya gonna tell anyone?" He questions, as they stop in front of her house.
"Yes and I'm going to ask if we can find someone who has answers." Soft timbre, determined, they say their good nights and she returns to her home. Pondering empty graves and questions that only one person has the answers to.
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