I don't know what's with this sudden outburst of Naruto fics recently, BUT I LOVE IT!!!!(dances around like a fool) And I love those reviews, so please keep them coming! I realize I kinda branched out from my former total angst style (there's still a little bit of angst here and there in Meant To Live), and I think I did fairly well. It's fun to write the dialogue between Usagi and her two tenants.
Disclaimer: If I owned Sailor Moon and Naruto, Itachi and Usagi would be together and Sasuke would be tied up and given to the Konohomaru Corps. as a pinata. As you can see, that is not the case, so you can't sue me.
Pairings: ItaUsa, SasuUsa, and onesided SakuSasu
Side Pairings: IrukaMichiru, KakashiAnko
Hey love Gravity,
Is that the name
you're meant to have
For me to call
Look love
They've given
up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle
fall
But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison
too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me
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Usagi hummed to herself as she replaced her braid's clasp into her hair, giving it an affectionate flick as soon as the many locks had been done up. It had been a birthday present from Naruto (well, not technically since she had to buy it, but he said he would have bought it for her if he had had a body, and money, of his own), and it was quite useful (enemies hardly ever expected a flying smack in the face from a hair accessory). Not to mention pretty-- it was a silver nine-tailed fox with ruby eyes, and each of its tails had a complex lock that kept it in her hair and made sure it didn't go flying off. Granted, she had to traverse the shadier parts of Konoha to get something that even remotely resembled a fox, the villagers were that paranoid. She definitely hadn't made herself any more popular with them when she had showed up with her new hair clasp.
La la lala la, I'm off to get a te-e-e-am, and then I'm going to fa-a-a-il, lalala, she sang in her head, laughing in delight as Naruto grumbled from within his bed in her mindscape and pulled his pillow over his head and Kyuubi let out an unhappy whine and curled all of his tails over his head in his cage. Usagi cackled sadistically, twirling around like a little child with her arms flung out over her head. The sound of beads clicking together made her stop abruptly and study her left arm, a tiny confused frown etched into her face.
"This is for you, Usagi," Iruka said
softly, offering her a long string of white beads. The blonde took
hold of them curiously, turning them over in her hands and fondling
them. "What kind of material is this, sensei?" she
asked, unable to place the smooth texture and feeling an odd sense of
foreboding at the same time. "It's bone." "Bone?"
Usagi parroted, looking down at the rosary with an expression of
revulsion and fascination. "Yes. They're the bones of a
monk that battled a demon and defeated it at the cost of his life.
The other monks of his temple burned his body, but for some odd
reason, his bones remained intact and untouched in the blaze. His
fellows took it as a sign and made rosaries from his bones so that
the monk would always protect them," Iruka told her, surprised
that she wasn't scoffing at the tale. "Kind of a macabre
gift, sensei," the blonde said, giving him an uncertain smile as
she hid her hurt expertly. "I'm not sure I feel comfortable
wearing a dead guy on my arm." "I want you to make
me a promise, Usagi-chan," Iruka interrupted, gently place his
hands on her shoulder. "I want you to think about what you're
doing when you wear this rosary. If a mission requires you to kill,
don't let orders control you. Think before you end someone's
life. "I want you to promise me that you'll be gentle,
Usagi, when you put these beads on," the scarred chuunin
finished, putting a hand on top of her head. "...I...I
promise..."
No. You heard Tousan. Besides, it looks kind of nice with my outfit.
You're outvoted, gaki, Kyuubi chortled. I can't wait to see the look on the villagers' faces when they see you wearing that! I won't be surprised if you have a fanclub after this, though. Those disgusting rags you used to wear covered up quite a lot.They're going to flip...
I do look damn good, don't I? Usagi reiterated, striking a sexy (ridiculous) pose, reminiscent of Sakura and Ino trying to get Sasuke's attention. Her top was black with the kanji for 'demon' splashed glaringly on the front, with a nine-tailed fox grinning sinisterly as it coiled around the symbol and its tails curled all over her top, which exposed her flat navel. There was just enough chakra concentrated into her seal that it showed clearly over her light skin. The blonde also had black shorts that stopped mid-upper leg and black boots (she'd always hated zori anyway). In addition, she wore black fingerless gloves with the kanji for 'evil' on their backs in red and her rosary wrapped around her left arm and decorative black belts on her right arm.
My kit's all grown up and ready to kick ass...I feel so proud, Kyuubi sniffled. Naruto almost responded to that, then gave up.
Give 'em hell, Usa-chan.
Usagi hummed an affirmative and strode over to her front door, taking a moment to project her trademark 'I don't fucking care, it's my body I do what I want,' attitude, before stepping out into the village as herself for the first time.
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Usagi
buried her face in her hands, refusing to let the villagers see her
tears. Their hateful eyes bored into her, scorn and loathing
practically oozing from their pores. No one moved forward to help
her, even though blood seeped from several cuts and dripped on the
ground. "Youkai..." "Bakemono!" "You
see that girl, sweetheart? Don't go near her. She's bad, and she will
hurt you." "Kaasan said not to play with you." "She
should have been killed as soon as she was born." "Freak!
Why don't you die?!" She covered her ears and scrunched
her eyes shut, anything to block out the hurtful words. The blonde
fell to her knees, tears falling freely from her closed eyes.
"Why...why? What did I do..." Usagi whispered,
clutching at her head. "You didn't do anything," a
voice said softly above her head as a hand settled into her hair.
"But you shouldn't go outside. The outside is an awful
place. "But you don't have to worry. I'll take care of
you." A hand entered Usagi's line of vision, and she
automatically placed her diminuitive hand in it. The hand pulled her
up and guided her away from the villagers, into a well of darkness.
She couldn't see a thing, forced to depend completely on the person
holding her hand. The blonde didn't know how far they had gone when
the Other stopped, and her hand was transferred to someone
else's. "I can't stay. Don't worry, he'll take care of
you," and then the Other was gone. Tears welled up in her eyes
and spilled over at this new and sudden abandonment. Cool fingers
brushed against her cheeks, thumbing away the saltwater drops.
"It's alright. He's like a cat-- he'll come back when
he's ready. I'll protect you from now on," the new voice said,
softer and kinder than the Other. Her hand was taken again, and she
was led on. Before long, his hand slipped out of hers. Usagi
reached for him, and could not find him. She called his name in
panic, thinking he had gotten lost. "You have to find
your own way from here, little rabbit. You are strong and beautiful--
I have faith in you." He is gone. She was alone in the
darkness once more.
"And just what did you think you were doing, Usagi?" he said sternly.
"I believe I was sleeping, Iruka-sensei, before you so rudely woke me up," Usagi replied dryly, leaning her chin on her arm.
"YOU'RE
NOT SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN YOUR TEAMS ARE BEING ANNOUNCED!!"
Iruka bellowed, making the blonde topple out of her chair from the
sheer volume of his voice. Ouch...man's got a set of lungs
on him...
I do not snore, you insignificant hairless ape!
Usagi resisted the urge to sigh and tried to tune out the World War III that was currently taking place in her mindscape. After the first five minutes had gone by and neither of them had calmed down, the blonde decided it was time to play referee.
Naruto, get out of Tousan's cage-- out, I said, OUT DAMMIT!! Tousan, unwrap your tails from Naruto's neck, NOW, or else I'll turn the walls of your cage neon pink!! Usagi smiled to herself. Instead of bored, Kyuubi would be traumatized. Well, it worked, didn't it?
The jinchuuriki turned her attention back to Iruka, who had stopped shouting and moved on, calling out teams to various reactions. Well shit, I still don't know who my teammates are.
It's Emo-Sasuke and Sakura-hag, Naruto informed her, distaste coloring his words.
Usagi bit down on her lip to keep from screaming and looked at the Uchiha and his fangirl from the corner of her eye. Sasuke's eyes were closed and his head was bowed slightly, though not enough to be classified as sleeping and Sakura was staring at him with hero worship in her eyes. Neither of them had acknowledged her.
I can't believe you used to be friends with that pink-haired scourge, the fox snarled, the disgust in his voice far outstripping Naruto's. Usagi shut her eyes tightly, refusing to answer least that old wound reopen.
"Kaasan
said I'm not supposed to talk to you..." "You--
You're a MONSTER!!" What he said, Usa-chan,
Gaki, you basically repeated what I said.I did not!I refuse to be drawn into your childish arguments.
Usagi listened with half an ear to her family's bickering as she pulled out Ketsueki and began cleaning it. Jounin instructors came and went to pick up their new students, and time dragged on. After an hour and a half, the blonde gave up on her sword and pulled out her kunai and a whetstone and began to sharpen them. Another hour went by, and she had run out of things to do.
Usagi resisted the temptation to stick her fingers in her ears to block out Sakura's ranting. Sasuke's hands were twitching minutely toward his shuriken pouch, an aura of death surrounding him that the pink kunoichi was oblivious to. Sakura had no idea how close to death's territory she was treading.
There's only one
jounin who'd dare to be this late... Hatake Kakashi, chronically
tardy bastard and pervert extraordanaire.Is it
just me, or is the temperature rising in here?You
can't say he won't deserve whatever she dishes out.
The
jinchuuriki stood up abruptly and made her way to the door, making
Sakura halt her tirade and Sasuke raise an eyebrow as she began
pulling out an assortment of weaponry. That particular corner of the
room began to look like a spider's web as Usagi strung up weapons and
wire (and to add insult to injury, pepper spray) and created various
triggers. It was only when she took out a packet of orange powder
that her would-be teammates snapped out of the stupor of watching the
class dobe create intricate traps.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Sakura screeched.
"Isn't it obvious," Usagi muttered, drawing the wire attached to the doorknob tight. If she can't figure that much out, I'll be doing her a favor by failing all of us. Too bad Uchiha's going to have to take the fall as well.
"You're going to get in trouble with sensei, if you don't kill him first!" the pink scourge hissed.
"As if you care," the blonde retorted. "Now come over here and help me pull this, or shut up and sit in the corner."
Sakura opted to do neither and simply hovered there, her lips pressed together in a tight line. Usagi rolled her eyes at her former friend and positioned the smoke bombs. Out of curiousity, she glanced at Sasuke to see what he was doing. The dark-haired boy actually had a tiny smile on his face as he watched Usagi spin her web of horrors. The blonde shook her head to dispel the slight stuttering of her heart and busied herself slapping a few explosive tags on the door.
He looks just like Mikoto-mama...heh, only Mikoto-mama's hair didn't look like a chicken's butt.
The sound of footsteps coming closer shook her from her musings, and Usagi hurriedly, but carefully, picked her way back out to the desks a good distance away and crouched on top of one to await the outcome. A head of silver hair and a face almost totally covered by a mask poked through the doorway, and then all hell broke loose.
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Kakashi giggled to himself as he read his precious Icha Icha while walking through the Acadamy halls. All he had to do was freak out the little brats he'd been assigned to and fail them the next day, and then he would be free! Free to spend days lazing around reading his beloved (coughNASTY!cough) book!
When the masked nin reached out to grab the door, the hair on the back of his neck stood straight up and shivers ran up and down his spine like electricity. Kakashi tucked his precious book into his hip pouch-- the little brats had probably rigged up another pathetic trap, but it never hurt to be safe rather than sorry. What would it be this time, a flaming eraser? Kids these days, they had no imagination...
Kakashi grasped the knob and pulled open the door, and came face to face with a veritable minefield of traps. A soft tink caught his attention, and when he looked down he saw a broken wire attached to the knob. Looking up, he saw an astonishing number of sharp, pointy things poised to fall on him. Looking straight across the room, Kakashi met a familiar pair of blue eyes that were narrowed in the promise of dire retribution.
Well, shit...
Thirteen explosions, twenty kunai, fifty-three shuriken, a bucket of pepper spray, an orange dye job and an innumerable amount of senbon later, Kakashi was really, really cursing his luck on getting the one person who'd love to turn him into a pincushion for a student
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Usagi grinned bloodthirstily when a 'poof' of smoke exploded in the middle of room to show their new jounin sensei, ultimately worse for wear with holes in his clothes, burn marks, a few stray senbon stuck in his skin, splashed with orange dye, and his visible eye half-closed because some of the pepper spray had gotten into it. Ah, what she wouldn't give for a camera right now...
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! The human looks ridiculous!!!"Roof...meet...now...hate you..." Kakashi barely got out before poofing out of the classroom. Usagi scowled as she made her way out the door and to the designated meeting place.
The feeling's mutual twice over, jackass, she growled in her head. The high of pulling off a successful prank had dissipated quickly, and now the blonde would have liked nothing more than to stomp Kakashi's face into the mud.
Eh? What feeling? Naruto said, having not been paying attention to the aftermath of the trap.
You are an imbecile, Kyuubi informed him sternly. This is the reason why you would be dead if you had a body of your own, and were not inhabiting your sister's.Ha! That's rich, coming from the baka fox who got sealed in here in the first place! At least I was stillborn!"Not stillborn, Naruto," Usagi muttered, fiddling with the rosary on her arm. "You had breathing problems."
"Did you say something?" Sasuke said, making her jump. The Uchiha raised an eyebrow at her.
"Nooooo..." the blonde dragged out, annoyed that she had let herself be snuck up on.
"Really," Sasuke stated blankly, suspicion clouding his eyes as Sakura scowled at her.
What the hell is this guy's problem?! GET OFF MY BACK, YOU BASTARD!!! Usagi screamed in her head. I don't even LIKE you! Why the in the name of great flaming jelly beans would I tell you anything anyway?!?!?
...jelly beans?
... Shut up, Tousan.Now officially settled into a bad mood, Usagi kicked open the door to the roof. Kakashi was perched on the edge of the roof, reading his porno. She wistfully entertained the fantasy of pushing him off as she sat as far away from the masked nin as possible. The blonde repressed a snarl as Sakura and Sasuke sat on either side of her, not liking the close quarters, and forcibly made herself stay seated.
"Now then, why don't you introduce yourselves?" Kakashi asked as he turned a page, not even looking up. Keep dreaming, jerk. "Say your names, what you like, hate, your hobbies, your dreams. That kind of thing."
"Why don't you go first, sensei? Show us how it's done?" Sakura said perkily, ever the teacher's pet. Usagi didn't even bother hiding her disgust at her suck-up attitude. Pink-haired scourge...
"I'm Hatake Kakashi. I like a few things, and dislike some. My hobbies...I have a few of those. I'm not interested in telling you my dreams," the scarecrow finished.
Still annoying as ever, Kyuubi grumbled. Usagi would have agreed, but she was clenching her jaw too hard.
"Your turn, pinky," Kakashi said, pointing at Sakura.
"I'm Haruno Sakura. I like..." she looked at Sasuke and blushed, and the blonde began to inch away, "My hobbies are..." she blushed again as the jinchuuriki gave a her a look of abject horror, "And my dream is..." Sakura squealed, and at that Usagi gave up on being polite and scooted away from Sakura, "I hate Ino-pig and Usagi-baka!"
"Trust me, Frankenforehead, the feeling is waaaayyy mutual," Usagi stated, eyeing the pink one warily. She hadn't thought Sakura was that obsessed, but she had been proven wrong before.
"Why, you--" Sakura fumed, fist poised to pummel her new teammate.
"Now, now, let's not fight," Kakashi interjected. "You, broody one, you're up next."
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I hate many things and like very few. My dream...no, more like an ambition... is to revive my clan, and to kill a certain man..." Sasuke trailed off, looking sinister. Usagi rolled her eyes at the avenger as Sakura gazed at him, starry-eyed.
Gack...trapped between an emo and a fangirl...I've got to get out of here before I'm scarred for life.Kit, I know now is not the time to bring this up--
Then don't. No. You need to
hear this now,
Spit it out, then, Usagi thought tiredly.
Kakashi is unfairly observant, considering he's only got one eye for day-to-day use. If Iruka did, as we suspect, give him your COMPLETE file, then we're screwed. He knew you for a time, and he has a good idea how your mind works. He'll know what you're up to. When you fail his test, his suspicions will be confirmed, and you will be chained to Konoha for the rest of your life.Usagi felt a shiver creep up her spine. What should I do?
As soon as you fail the test, you've got to run....I see.
"Now you, blondie," Kakashi said, glancing at her.
Usagi didn't answer, staring morosely at the floor below her feet. Anger churned just beneath the surface, at the Hokage, at Kakashi, Iruka, and mostly herself. Because of her carelessness, she would have to leave a year earlier than she was ready. How the hell was she supposed to pack, say goodbye to Michiru and the people at the ramen stand, and slip out of the village unnoticed in barely a few hours? An acadamy student alone on the road was a big no-no, averse to a simple orphaned, rootless traveller.
"Uzumaki?"
This was great, just effing great. Too troublesome, as Shikamaru would say-- and she would have to say goodbye to him, too. She wouldn't be surprised if the genius had already guessed this was coming. At least it wouldn't come as a shock for him, and if he knew, surely he understood her reasoning--
"Usagi?"
"Your face, Kakashi," she snapped. Damn, the man was annoying...
"You still haven't introduced yourself," the masked nin replied, unperturbed. Usagi glared at him, then slammed her feet down and stood up decisively.
"Fine. I'm Uzumaki Usagi, not that you didn't already know that. I doubt any of you give a shit what I like or not. I'm not interested in sharing my hobbies or my dreams. So if you don't mind, I'll be going now--"
"Ah, don't leave just yet," Kakashi interrupted. "You haven't heard everything." Usagi growled low in her throat, then turned around slowly and deliberately, and stalked to the other side of the roof and sat down.
"Now, then...tomorrow will be Survival Training," the scarecrow said, his visible eye turning into an upside-down crescent.
"But Sensei, we had Survival Training in the Acadamy," Sakura interjected, frowning slightly.
"Well, we're obviously going to have it again," Usagi snapped. "Just shut up and let him finish."
Kakashi began to chuckle evilly, and the blonde visibly fought to keep from punching him in the face. Damn him, I wish he'd hurry up and get to the point!"Only sixty-six percent of new genin are able to pass their Survival Training set by their jounin," the silver-haired nin said, still snickering. "Meet me tomorrow at six in front of the bridge...oh, and I wouldn't eat anything if I were you," he said merrily, before poofing out.
Usagi blinked, then groaned and buried her head in her hands. Damn Kakashi to the seventh layer of hell...no, wait, he can't go down there! I LIVE THERE!!! He's going to have to settle for the sixth level...or fifth, don't want him too close... Kami, I need some sake...0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
"Here," Michiru said, passing Usagi a cup of sake. "Normally, I wouldn't even think about giving you alcohol, but you look like you need it."
"Thanks," Usagi murmured, taking a sip of the amber liquid. She offered the sea-green haired beauty a tiny upturn of her lips, and was rewarded with a warm smile. The blonde loved the older woman like she was her own mother, and in a way she was. Michiru was always looking after Usagi, and had even gone so far to completely redecorate her entire apartment free of charge and so many other things none of the villagers or shinobi would have even thought of doing.
"How has your week gone so far?" Michiru asked, a look on her face that plainly said she already knew.
"Terrible," Usagi muttered, glaring into her cup. "Your boyfriend is entirely too noble for his own good. Plus, he needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut. And I've been saddled with Frankenforehead and Uchiha for a team--"
"You really need to let go of the grudge that you hold against Haruno-san," Michiru chided gently. Usagi snorted, and downed the rest of the cup in one go.
"She was supposed to be my friend, Michiru," she said bitterly as she put the cup down, "She didn't have the guts to think for herself. So, when Kaa-chan says her friend's a monster, well then by Kami, Usagi-chan's a monster, and no amount of evidence will convince her otherwise, even years later.
"You can't say I didn't try, because I did. I wanted her back that badly," Usagi stated softly, sadness seeping into her tone. "Ino...Ino still talks to me sometimes-- when she's not trying to impress Sasuke-- but you can easily tell that she picked Sakura over me."
Michiru bowed her head and sighed softly. It still astounded her, even years after she had moved into this village to escape her lover's death, how prejudiced the entire village could be to a child. A week after she had first arrived to begin her shop, she had found Usagi beaten in an alleyway, clothes torn and eyes glassy, with several men standing over her. The ten-year-old that she had taken out of the alleyway and fed and clothed and mothered had been a grieving, angry child who had experienced the cruelties of life much too soon, with very little love to help her through it. But she had made it, somehow, and now she was ready to take on the world-- insecurities, personal grievances and everything.
"So, how are they?" Usagi asked, cutting the older woman off of her inner tirade. Michiru gazed down at Usagi tenderly, smiling to herself at the anxious expression on the blonde's face.
"They won't be ready to come out of their cocoons for a couple of months yet... but I'm sure they'd appreciate a visit from you nonetheless," the green-haired woman said quietly. Usagi nodded to herself and stood up, abandoning the sake, and walked into a room off to the side.
A basket sat on the bed, holding two small flesh-colored cocoons. While a normal person would have been startled, even repulsed by the bundles, Usagi touched them tenderly, almost reverently, running her fingers over their smooth sides as she hummed a soft tune. She placed a hand on each of the cocoons and sent a little pulse of chakra into each one, filled with love and caring.
Both of them are in perfect health, Kyuubi said, a satisfied tone in his voice, It won't be long now.
Wow, Naruto breathed, peering through Usagi's eyes at the cocoons. Just a few months, right?
Yes, Usagi confirmed, and picked up each one of the bundles, holding them close to her heart. Just a few more...
"Should I get them ready for tomorrow?" Michiru asked from behind the girl. Usagi shut her eyes, not wanting any tears to fall.
"Why am I not surprised you know?" she asked, cuddling the cocoons closer.
"I know you better than anyone." And it was true, too.
Tomorrow...the
prospect isn't really all that appealing, despite how much I hate
this place. Will I regret it? Will I be happy with my
decision? Tomorrow, I'll
know.
"You suck."
"I resent that," Kakashi retorted, glaring down at Usagi.
"No, you really suck," the girl assured him, returning his glare and doing a happy dance inside her head.
He fell for it, he fell for it, he SO SO FELL FOR IT!!!We could have done without that ass-poking move, Naruto grumbled. Usagi's mood promptly soured at the thought of Kakashi's Sennen Goroshi.
Perverted bastard! I swear, kit, if you ever let me loose he's going to be the first to go, Kyuubi snarled, humiliated that such a disgraceful jutsu would be used on his vessel and surrogate daughter.
"Does anyone know the real meaning behind this test?" Kakashi asked in exasperation.
"Ooh! Ooh! Pick me, pick me!" Usagi yelled sarcastically, jumping around and waving her arms.
You seem to be channeling a certain someone...but for the life of me I can't remember who... someone loud and annoying, that's for sure.Kyuubi...
"Fine. Psychopathic blonde, tell me what the real purpose of this test is," Kakashi deadpanned.
"TTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMWOOOOOORRRRKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" Usagi bellowed at the top of her lungs, Sasuke and Sakura jumping away as their sensei cringed and regretted ever calling on the girl, even if she did have the right answer.
Ow... This is all your fault, gaki.Me?! How is it my fault?I don't know, but I'll find out.
"I can tell you why it didn't work, too," she added thoughtfully. The jounin wondered if he was going to regret this as well, then threw caution to the winds.
"Shoot," he said casually.
"Well, to start off with, the teams were placed all wrong. If we were placed with people who we actually got along with, you wouldn't be having this problem-- except her, next to nobody gets along with her," Usagi stated, waving a hand dismissively at Sakura, who fumed, but held her tongue, "For instance, if you'd placed me with Hinata and Shikamaru, we would have been able to work together, no problems at all. But if I'd gone to Sasuke with the offer of working together, he would have rebuffed me and said he didn't need help from a class dobe, or something like that. The only way I could have gotten Sakura to work with me was by working with Sasuke, which wasn't going to happen.
"And, well...okay," Usagi said, a slight flush on her cheeks, "Maybe bringing popcorn, eating it and laughing as Sasuke and Sakura tried to get the bells while I did nothing was a little over the top. It was the best I could come up with, though."
"Wait a minute," Sasuke interrupted, dark eyes flashing angrily, "You knew we were going to fail?" Usagi blinked, and wondered if she hadn't been clear enough.
"Well, duh," she said, rolling her eyes. "Don't look at me like that-- you wouldn't have believed me even if I told you what would happen."
Kami, Itachi never had that arrogant streak...Kit...don't think about him.
Yes, Tousan."Regardless of your correct logic, Usagi," Kakashi said tiredly, a sad look in his obsidian eye, "You're still going to have to be tied to the stump, as you did not participate in the excercise."
"The ass-poking move you used on me doesn't count as participating?" Usagi asked curiously, shifting so she could be more comfortable as Kakashi bound her to the stump.
"Afraid not," he said breezily, handing Sasuke and Sakura their bento. "Now remember, neither of you feed her or you fail!"
Usagi rolled her eyes again as Kakashi vanished. Always one for the melodrama, he is...As if you're not a drama queen yourself, Kyuubi snorted.
Demon queen, not drama, Tousan, Usagi retorted, trying to balance on one leg so she could scratch the itch on her left leg.
You know what the fuzzball meant, Usa-chan.
Just because I know his game doesn't mean I have to play it.
"Hey." Usagi blinked and looked down at Sasuke, who was offering some of his rice to her.
"You need your strength if we're going to try and get the bells again after lunch," the Uchiha stated.
For the first time in a long time, Usagi honestly felt touched. Sasuke knew he would be failed if he was caught, and he was going to feed her anyway. Give the kid a gold star. He just went up a notch in my book.
"Here, take some of my mine too," Sakura offered, pushing her bento over to Usagi. The blonde stared at her, visibly taken aback, a bit of hope flaring up in her chest. Could she...is she...? Then the jinchuuriki saw the other girl glance furtively at Sasuke, and her hopes dashed themselves against the hard rocks of reality. Should have known better...
Of course, Kakashi would pick that moment to pop back up.
"YOU..." He said, an aura of doom that caused all of Team Seven to cringe swirling around him, "ALL..."
A shiver of foreboding crept up Usagi's spine.
"Pass!" Kakashi said cheerily.
No...no, no, no...No no no no no no
no...NONONONONONONONONOOONOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Am I the only one still sane in here?
Usagi worked herself out of the ropes, barely taking note of what Kakashi had said. Something about not abandoning your teammates, but she didn't really care. All her carefully laid plans...in ruins. Barely recognizable ruins. Her chance to get out of Konoha had been ripped up, stomped on, set fire to, and had the Mexican Hat Dance done on it. All because of one simple word. 'Pass.'
Usagi was not happy (which was the understatement of the century). And if Usagi was not happy, nobody was happy.
"Kakashi," she said mildly. The rest of Team Seven froze and looked back at the murderous looking blonde who was clutching her sword and eyeing their new sensei, massive waves of killing intent pouring off of her.
"Run." And Kakashi did. Usagi didn't even give him a ten second head start before charging after the perverted nin, swinging her sword haphazardly and screaming incoherently.
Well, nobody ever said being a ninja was easy. At least Team Seven wouldn't be boring...
Once again, the understatement of the century.
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Sheez... my mom and I were driving into town yesterday and a huge hailstorm popped up out of nowhere and smashed in the back window and the left rear one, and put a bunch of huge dents in the car. Freaky, let me tell you. And it was my first time driving with my learner's permit, too. It makes me wonder if I pissed God off or something...Nah!
Now, a question for my readers:
Do you want Hinata to have a crush on Usagi, or just see her as her idol?
Whichever way is fine. I have nothing against slash in general, though I doubt I have the ability to write anything like that.
So, thank you all for your patience with me and my laziness once again.
Read and Review, please!
