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Chapter 2: meeting the unexpected

Koomahana

I was trying to make this one have a point... but I couldn't make it go beyond this point

I'm sorry for not updating, it was originally one chapter but I thought that if I could split I might be able to keep working on it, sometimes it works just not this time

again, I'm sorry for making you wait so long

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, if you want the real stuff get off this site

Thoughts

Paragraphs are flashbacks


She sat in the enclosed gardens long after her two guardians had left; now the only one who stayed near her was the girl who spoke to the dead. With platinum blonde hair, sky blue eyes, ivy skin and a body to kill for; Ino Yamanaka was the teen age beauty every girl wished to be.

The dead are truly amazing… She thought and watched as Ino twirled around with someone only she could see, giggling and laughing as the spirit raised the fallen leafs and flowers into a graceful rhythm, making the blonde feel as if she were in a dream.

"Sakura!" Ino suddenly called catching the attention of the only other female in the garden, Ino smiled dreamily at her and offered her friend a pale white gloved hand. "Karura-chan wants to dance with you too!"

"I can't see her," Sakura said as she took the offered hand, she turned and watched as a faint outline of a woman took shape beside her. She was barley taller than they were; she had sandy yellow hair that brushed her shoulders and blue-violet colored eyes. A gentile smile tilted her lips as she bowed in greeting.

"Now you can," Ino giggled, pulling her friend into a three way twirl. "Just don't let go of my hand and everything will be okay." Sakura sighed as she let her friend pull her into a dance that the woman beside them was leading them through. As the wind blew and kicked up more petals, Sakura giggled softly, feeling strands of hair tickle her face.

"Excuse me," A soft voice called, the two girls suddenly spun around, Ino hiding behind Sakura as if she were afraid of the intruder and Sakura lowered herself into a stance that was slightly odd looking but very effective. Everything that was floating in the air gently crashed onto the ground, the calm and cheerful air within the garden turned chilly and tens. Sakura and Ino stared at the three teens a few feet away from them, standing passively on the patio of the garden.

"We're a little lost," the girl, tall and most likely the oldest, said softly as she stared curiously at Sakura and Ino. "Could you possibly help us?"

"Temari, Kankuro and Gaara Sabaku," Ino said softly, not intending for other three to hear her "Temari looks like her mother but is a strategist like her father. Her ability is too control wind, like her grandmother." Temari's brow twitched as Ino continued on whispering to Sakura, not realizing that the siblings could hear her loud and clear.

"Kankuro looks like his father but acts similarly to his late mother. He thinks like a strategist but he's not quite as good as his sister. His ability is something similar to my father's telepathy; it's called… um…" Ino paused as her face scrunched up in thought, after a couple seconds of thought Ino sagged her shoulders and dropped her head. "I forget what it's called."

"Telekinesis," Kankuro answered, his brow ticking slightly. "You do realize that we can hear you perfectly clear right?" Ino blinked owlishly at him before hiding further behind Sakura.

"… I do now." Ino answered defensively with a pout.

"You gonna let us finish introductions or are you going to keep talking like we're not here?" Temari asked as she crossed her arms under her chest. I look like mom? Score!

"Kankuro's ability is Telekinesis, when he uses his hands his ability is amplified three fold." Ino replied just to spit the other blonde, who recognized what Ino was doing and scowled in return. "The youngest is Gaara Sabaku. He looks like his great grandmother, is a strategist like his father and has the same ability as his late mother—the ability to move sand into whatever shape or form he desires."

"Careful little one" Ino heard the soft whisper of the spirit she was playing with just seconds before. "Speak too much and your friend will be unable to save you."

"How do you know this?" Gaara asked with a glare at the blonde.

"You said your father was a mind reader," Temari spook up suddenly, her eyes narrowed at what little of the younger girl she could see. "Do you have the same ability?"

"No," Sakura answered for Ino, her jade eyes narrowed warningly at the older blonde.

"Fine," Temari mocked childishly. "Since you know us why don't you introduce yourself so that we know you." Sakura tilted her head back towards Ino, her eyes still locked on the three siblings in front of her. Ino poked her head out from behind Sakura before she whispered into her friend's ear. Sakura nodded and straightened, her body still ready to move for offence or defense.

"My name is Ino Yamanaka," Ino said as she stepped around her friend, her eyes guarded as she took in the three siblings carefully. "I look like my father; act similarly to my mother and my ability is possession."

"Possession?" Kankuro repeated. Are we thinking of the same kind of possession as I think we are?

"With a hand sign I can send my soul into another living creature and take control for a short amount of time." Ino clarified before ducking half heartedly back behind Sakura, her eyes watching the siblings closely.

But wouldn't that leave her body defenseless? Temari though, staring at the top of the blonde's ponytail, the only visible part of her, curiously before narrowing her eyes at the pink shield. If that's the case then whenever she uses her technique she has to have someone watch over her body…

"My name is Sakura Haruno," Sakura said, her body tense as she watched the three stiffen with the knowledge of Ino's ability. "I was raised by Kakashi Hatake, the head of this school's security, and am currently being trained by Tsunade Senju, the head master of this school."

"What are you being trained for?" Temari asked curiously. We've met Kakashi and Tsunade. They're both legendary in our world and the 'normal' as a renowned tracker and a world-renowned medic.

Sakura looked to Ino who shrugged and then, after a moment, gave a dreamy sigh. Sakura's shoulders slumped as Ino turned and spun away from the group, heading further into the garden. Sakura shook her head as she walked towards the group.

"My ability is simple." Sakura said when she reached them and pulled off one black glove edged and sowed with blue. Her hand reached out and she just barely brushed the edge of a potted white rose near Temari. Instantly the rose recoiled and started to wilt, "With a touch I command death."

Kankuro hissed and snatched up his sister's arm before forcefully yanking her away from the potted plant and behind himself protectively, one hand out stretched to Sakura as if to warn her away. Sakura didn't seem to mind the instant distrust or the blatant dislike, she barely even moved in her place as she watched, almost transfixed, on the rose before her.

It was like watching the rose begin to die on fast forward, its petals and leafs drooping and turning yellow then brown before turning into ash in seconds. Its stem blackening and shrinking before slowly turning to dust and filtering to the ground beneath it. Sakura leaned forward and reached with one gloved hand, barley brushing her fingers against the soil in the pot.

"Death resides in my skin…" Sakura said as she began to turn away. "Why else would I be dressed this way?" Sakura asked as she slowly walked away from the trio, intent on returning to her friend. "Head to the nearest exit turn right and you'll find the dorms, you can find more help from there if you still need it." Her long crimson dress fluttered around her ankles as she walked, her sleeves hid her hands perfectly, her unbound pink hair twirled around her hips as she moved gracefully into the tall trees and out of sight.

"So I take it that means…" Kankuro started slowly, turning to look at Temari who still stood behind him; the tall blonde nodded with a soft sigh.

"She can't touch other people because her skin is poisonous," Temari finished Kankuro's sentence sadly. "She's one of the most dangerous kind of 'gifted' that could be born into our world," Temari turned and walked towards the closest exist, fighting off the feeling of pity welling in her stomach.

"She's a Basilisk"


Baki sighed as he turned away from the sleeping siblings to look out the window and at the late night moon.

Who knew they had a basilisk? Baki thought. The most powerful and the rarest of our kind… a basilisk can't help its nature of killing. It's like trying to make a cat into a vegetarian; it's just not going to happen.

Baki sighed as he leaned against the window seal, his eyes catching sight of a pair of black clothed legs and white sash flipping in the wind. His youngest student still couldn't sleep; he was watching the nightlife of this strange school, his thoughts most likely occupied by what had happened earlier.

Is he thinking about their similarities? Baki thought. Basilisks are cursed to kill any and all living creatures that come in contact with their skin. The stronger the basilisk the earlier they awaken. This is why most don't awaken until their teens or twenties if they're lucky and most of them can't handle it so they kill themselves.

Baki chanced a glance at the two passed out siblings laying in a tangled mess on the floor not far from him. Temari said that the girl was raised by the school … how old was she when she awakened? And was it the cause of her being found by the school?

"Baki-sensei," a deep voice called out, Baki blinked dumbly at the sleeping children before his head snapped around to stare wide eyed at the boy suddenly crouching on the window seal beside him. "That girl, the basilisk, are we the same? Do we have the same existence?" Gaara's nonexistent brows were pulled down ward into a frown that Baki hadn't seen on the boy's face since he was five years old.

"…I don't know," Baki answered truthfully. "Basilisks are rare, the stronger they are the earlier they awaken. It's possible that killing is as normal and natural to her as breathing." Gaara blinked slowly at Baki before he turned and sat on the window seal, his eyes lowered as he watched his feet dangler over open air.

"…She didn't look happy when she told us about it." Gaara replied softly after a moment of silence. "She said she was raised here… but she didn't seem to like it here."

"….maybe you two have more in common then I thought," Baki said softly, shifting so that his view landed on the still sleeping teens in front of him; he didn't see the curious look shot at him from his youngest charge.

"People fear you so they stay clear of you. You've been killing people since you six years old." Baki let his eye slide over to look at what little of his youngest charge that he could see and let a small smile fade onto his lips. "People fear death, so they avoid her like the plaque, leaving her to fend for herself. She's been surrounded by death for heaven knows how long."

"You've both been alone for far too long"


Should I just make the two chapters into one?

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