Nature's Trouble

Chapter 2: Fighting the Sanin

Koomahana

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"Minato-kun are you alright?" Hiruzen asked as he stared curiously down at the blonde sprawled out on the ground. The young man blinked up at him doubly before placing a hand to his jaw tenderly, wincing slightly Minato slowly rose from the ground.

"I'm fine," Minato grumbled unconvincingly as he pulled his legs beneath himself kris-cross-apple-sauce style. His eyes immanently landed on the lowly crouching pinkette a few feet away, just beneath a large oak. Fallowing her line of sight, more specifically the direction where she was glaring hatefully, Minato blinked as he stared at Shikaku as he kneeled on the ground at the base of the oak tree; his shadow stretched out to connect with the tiny child's.

"Nara," the girl snarled at him, her eyes looking like kunai blades as she glared at the young heir. "Release me." She ordered, more like growled, at him. Shikaku's eyes narrowed at the girl, trying to glare back—sadly, it seemed like the girl had more practice then the young Nara heir.

"No," Shikaku replied bluntly. "Who are you? Why did you strike Minato?" the girl's eyes flashed as she glanced back at the blonde almost curiously, her eyes swiveled back to look at Shikaku and this time her eyes glowed with amusement and her lips twisted into a near predatory smirk. Minato could see Shikaku's confusion, his hand slipping into a new hand sign.

"Nice try," the girl hissed lowly, Minato had two seconds warning before he was forced to move as the earth beneath the girl suddenly exploded.

"Lord Hokage are you okay?" Minato asked as he landed just on the other side of the wall of white building he had landed behind, he was now closer to the front entrance of the hospital.

"I'm fine," Hiruzen reassured as he straightened and looked around the corner with Minato, only to see a flash of pink disappear over the next building's roof. Deciding it was safe enough; Hiruzen stepped out from behind his shield and approached the small crater left behind by the pinkette. Crouching next to the small indent, Hiruzen studied the dent in the earth surrounded with large jagged chunks of rock.

"Shikaku are you alright?" Minato called as he hurried over to his friend. Hiruzen looked up to see the young heir cradling his leg, a chunk of earth as long as his arm and as thin as his pinky was sticking out of it.

"I'm fine," Shikaku growled as he pushed himself up and glared at the rooftops. "I'll be right back." The brunet didn't wait for anyone to answer or even respond before he disappeared and started to roof hop quickly.

"Shikaku!" Minato called hurrying after his friend, leaving Hiruzen behind with the crater and his thoughts.

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Minato hadn't even completely left the girl's side before she turned and started to sprint away, she didn't get far before she lowered herself to the ground to dodge a few thrown kunai and shiriken. She growled up at the two chunin not far away from herself, however just as she was about to move, she found herself frozen in place.

"Shadow paralysis jutsu complete," Shikaku mumbled as he stared at the lowly crouching child just feet away from him.

"Shadow possession jutsu," the girl whispered to herself as she studied the shadow attached to her and the young Nara Heir, not seeing Shikaku's eyes widen slightly. "Average Time limit: Five minutes." Here the girl's eyes slowly locked onto Shikaku's, a smile twisting her lips as she continued to stare at him mockingly. "Strength: surprise capture. Weakness: Genin class—useless for a fight."

"How do you know that?" Shikaku asked his eyes wide with disbelief and fear. His thoughts clear on his face: 'if the enemy gets that kind of information, the Nara clan could be obliterated in the war'. It was about then that Minato actually seemed to regain his consciences that he lost temporarily.

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"Lord Hokage," Hiruzen didn't even glance at the team of Anbu who landed just behind him, worry tingeing their voices slightly. "What do you want us to do? She's evading the chunin and Jonin like they're standing still." Hiruzen's eyes narrowed further at the small crater before him, his eyes rising to stare almost curiously at the roof nearby.

"Capture her." Hiruzen, the Anbu team didn't even hesitate as they disappeared from sight—their agreement to the order barely heard as they raced away.

Who are you child? Hiruzen thought as he straightened and glanced back at the room where the child had apparently jumped out of. Standing there in shocked silence were Minato's three genin, their eyes wide with shock and their faces unnaturally pale as they stared out over the rooftops of the village.

Are you an enemy or an ally? Hiruzen thought to himself as he quickly made for the nearest roof for a better view of the chase. Why were you given to us if you only seek to get away from us? What was the point of it all?

If she was an enemy, she should have stayed in the hospital, waiting for an opportunity to strike from within the village it self. If she was an ally, she should have told them who she was and which village she hailed from. Yet the tiny child did none of the above. She ran away from them as if she had been caught behind enemy lines.

Did she not know that she had been given to them?

Did she not know that her caretaker had trusted her to Minato of all people?

Did she truly not know this?

How could she not have known about it?

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The chunin and what few Jonin there were hissed in displeasure as the small child continued to out maneuver them, easily sliding past them and ducking beneath their blows as if she knew just where to step, just were to duck—it was like fighting someone who possessed the Sharingan. Yet each team that confronted the girl were both relieved as they discovered the girl's eyes were nothing more then sharp glints of emerald and yet, each team was completely livid as the girl continued to evade them time and time again.

The Aburame bugs couldn't find her inhumanly low chakra (how could she even move?), the Hyūga couldn't seem to get a lock on her (it was scary seeing them so mad), the Akimichi couldn't get close to her, the Inuzuka couldn't track her, and three chunin of the famed Uchiha clan were having difficulties keeping up with her—it was as if she had fought all of them before and knew just how to counter them. She dodged the moving shadows with ease, seemingly gaining a new radar for the Nara clan. She stayed well out of range for any of the combined attaches from the Yamanaka, Akimichi and Nara clans. The only one who got even remotely close to her was Minato, and that was just twice—she had escaped his hands and hold both times, learning quickly to ovoid him at every coast; going so far as to substitute herself with another leaf nin just to get away from him.

The girl landed onto a crimson roof, two Inuzuka's over shooting their target (her) and landing two roofs in front of her with howls of outrage and fury. With a grin, the girl spun to go in a different direction—only she didn't get to finish her spin before she found herself frozen by one Nara while another trapped her with his shadow stitching; said shadows puncturing her wrists and ankles and wrapping tightly around her throat.

"Little girl you're going to answer my questions whether you like it or not." The small pinkette glanced to her right, where Shikaku kneeled panting softly, his shadow stitching once more connecting her to him—if only momentarily.

"If you don't do something with that leg, you going to die." The girl said steadily, as if she was commenting on the weather.

"How do you know about my clan's techniques?" Shikaku asked, trying to ignore the unease he felt growing in the pit of his stomach. "How do you know our weaknesses and strengths? Who taught you about us?"

"No one," snarled the pinkette, her cheeks pinking as the shadow that round around her neck tightened slightly. "Observation." Shikaku growled at the simple answers. The girl was barely even six years old, seven at most, how could she be so observant? No child was that smart—not even a Nara child or an Uchiha child. It was impossible for anyone to have such a fully developed brain at such a young age.

"Your lying." Shikaku snapped, his eyes blazing with fury; he ignored the shinobi that surrounded them, the Hyūga's and Yamanaka's at the ready. "Your too little to be in the war! How could you have so much experience as to memorize or even notice such a pattern in our attaches? Your—" laughter cut Shikaku's rant short, his eyes widened as the small girl captured by him and a relative of his started to chuckle and giggle before suddenly let out heartfelt laughter.

"For a solder," the girl chuckled, her face hidden by the breeze that lifted her hair. "Your pretty dumb, especially to think that war cares much for one's age."

The girl's expression shocked Shikaku so much that he lost control of his jutsu, his shadow stitches came undone and they retreated from the child as if she were acid to them. Although she was still bound by his relative, the girl made no move to mimic her earlier escape attempt. She continued to stare at Shikaku, her eyes alight with laugher and her lips twisted into a sneer—her face took on every bit of her voice's mockery and amusement at his lack of knowledge.

Minato was speechless as he landed beside Shikaku, he was already crouching and examining his friend's damaged leg. Did no one else notice how she said 'solder' and not 'shinobi'?

"Do you truly belief that no one sees you fighting? Do you truly think that while out on the battle field, no one sees you fighting for your life?" the girl asked her eyes hardening with each question. "Do you truly belief that while you fight in another's home, that there is no one there but you and your enemy? You, a fully grown man and shinobi of a hidden village, truly beliefs this?" Suddenly the girl laughed out, her shoulders shaking and her head thrown back—the young Nara that was still connected to her was starting to weaken, it wouldn't be long before she could free herself.

"And here I though the leaf knew of their actions better then anyone else!" the girl laughed out, unsettling the chunin and Jonin around her. "You all go stomping through small countries, sweeping through tiny villages and massacring all in your wake. Yet you all wonder how someone like me has learned so much? So much for a shinobi!" the girl grinned mockingly at Shikaku, as if he was to be blamed for her particular misfortune.

"You think that you can wipe out whole villages and not have to worry about the repercussions?" the girl snarled at him, her eyes glinting dangerously. "What a joke! For a Nara you pretty damn—" the girl didn't continue as something off in the distance captured her attention.

Minato watched wirily as the girl's eyes dilated, her face paled and then with her face twisting into outrage, confusion and hatred, the girl disappeared with another blast centered around her feet. Covering Shikaku quickly, Minato tried to find the strange child—hearing a battle cry had him snapping around back in the direction they had just came from. There he saw the pink haired girl encaging two shinobi at the same time, one of whom had long snowy hair and the other had long inky hair.

"Oh no," Minato groaned in frustration, he doubled checked Shikaku, who nodded for him to leave, before he dared to flash step towards the three fighting figures.

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"Die!" the pinkette screeched, her eyes blazing and her face twisted in anger. Orochimaru hissed as he dodged another strike, the roof below her immanently exploding and sending shrapnel everywhere, his one good hand was flung out to her almost immanently; a hundred snakes bursting from beneath his sleeve and wrapping around the girl. Every snake fell with hisses of pain, revealing the pinkette within their hold was glowing a faint blue hue, the glow faded as she turned to look at Orochimaru more directly.

"Who are you?" Jiraya shouted from the girl's other side. She didn't even look at him as she charged Orochimaru again, the diamond on the girl's forehead split open to form inky black vines that cascaded down her face and neck to disappear under her hospital garb.

"What the hell?!" Jiraya hollered out a the strangely hypnotizing sight, both young men could see the inky lines criss-cross over each joint of her arms and legs before they formed hollowed out diamonds on the tops of her feet and the backs of her hands. The inky lines weren't even finished moving into place before the girl was charging her black haired opponent.

As the strange girl continued to attach Orochimaru mercilessly, both men were quick to realize their mistake—the girl had given out her war cry to separate them, now she was targeting Orochimaru as if her life depended on it. One moment they were returning to the village and heading towards the hospital so that Orochimaru's arm could be looked at and the next moment they were dodging a tiny pink haired girl who seemed hell-bent on beating Orochimaru like a drum.

"Who are you?" Orochimaru called as he dodged another blue glowing palm strike, a chunk of his hair falling to the ground as he jumped away from the furious pinkette. "Why are you attaching me?"

"Because," the pinkette murmured as she straightened from her lunge and lowered herself into another stance. "You murmured my family." Orochimaru wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting, but that wasn't it; the girl's eyes were hard like stone and sharp like blades. Yet Orochimaru was positive about that furious glint in her eyes, that kind of anger—no, that hatred—couldn't be false, it couldn't be faked; this girl truly believed him to be some kind of monster that had killed her family.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Orochimaru replied with a confused expression and hard eyes. "I don't recall killing any families."

"Wouldn't doubt it," the girl snarled, her anger flashing in her emerald eyes dangerously. "I was still small enough to be hidden by my parent's bodies." The girl murmured she lowered herself into a deeper stance, her eyes suddenly glowing with her hatred.

"I remember my parents running from you, begging you to leave them be as they ran away." The girl continued. Orochimaru could see the tears of frustration in the corner of the girl's eyes, she really did belief that he was at fault for killing her parents. "They fought you with everything they had until you finally caught them, but even their begging didn't stop you! You killed them and even laughed about it!"

The small girl never noticed the black shadow that landed just behind her, before she could do anything the shadow struck out and she was collapsing as her world turned black. The Anbu was quick to catch the tiny child and Orochimaru and Jiraya were eager to approach the now harmless child. They watched in fascination as the inky black markings on her body slowly crawled back up her body and just as slowly spun into the center of forehead. It was only seconds after the markings disappeared that the violet diamond on her forehead returned and so did the girl's labored breathing, as if she had broken a rib or two.

"Do you have any clues as to what she's talking about?" Jiraya asked with a frown as he turned to look at his teammate.

"No," Orochimaru sighed heavily as he took a step back from the Anbu who quickly lifted the child into his arms. "I don't have a clue. No one's ever really begged me not to kill them and I don't typically chase after those who retreat from a fight with me unless it negatively affects whatever mission I'm on..."

Jiraya slowly nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah and we share nearly ninety percent of our missions, and I've never seen anyone with pink hair before..."

"I'll be taking her to Lord Hokage now," the Anbu member mumbled lowly, Orochimaru tried to ignore the strange feeling being silently assessed. Jiraya let out a sigh as the Anbu agent disappeared from sight with the tiny child in toe.

"Well that was defiantly new," Jiraya mumbled as he turned back to his teammate with a small grin. His smirk fell when he saw the concentrated look on Orochimaru's pale face, an expression made mostly of confusion but with a hint of fear in as well. "I guess we could see Sensei later if you want." Orochimaru blinked and looked up at his teammate curiously, as if asking the white haired man a question.

"Hay give me some credit!" Jiraya laughed at him, his smile stretching across his face impishly. "I'm curious to! She fought a lot like Tsunade-Hime!" Orochimaru seemed to take that into consideration before he nodded in agreement, his lips fighting to twitch into a grin of his own.

"I wonder who she is..." Orochimaru said softly as he turned and started for the hospital again, his teammate at his side.

"Hay don't sweet it!" Jiraya laughed as he fallowed after his teammate. "We'll get our answers soon enough!"

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"No." Hiruzen said the second he saw his two male students.

"What do you mean 'no'?!" Jiraya shouted his eyes wide as he stared at his teacher. "We haven't even said anything!"

"You don't need to," Hiruzen snorted as he stood from his desk and pulled his Hokage robs on. "I can tell with one look that you want to know about our newest visitor to the village."

"...Old man have you been looking that crystal ball of yours again?" Jiraya asked looking suspiciously at his teacher, Orochimaru sighed at his teammate as Hiruzen let out a soft chuckle.

"Minato properly told him what happened," Orochimaru commented as he placed his good arm on his hip, still annoyed that his dominate hand had to be in a cast for the next month.

"Really? You think so?" Jiraya asked blinking back at his teammate curiously, Orochimaru gave him a deadpan look.

"With all that moving around we did, how did you not notice the bright yellow flashes that moved around us?" Orochimaru asked lazily, his eyes studying Jiraya as if he was questioning Jiraya's sanity.

"hay—"

"He's running away," Orochimaru murmured before Jiraya could counter Orochimaru's question and facial expression. Jiraya snapped around to stare wide eyed at the open window.

"Oh no you don't!" Jiraya hollered as he took off after Hiruzen, determination glowing in his eyes. "Get back here old man!"

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