Oh goodness another long period of rest. Oops. I didn't realize it had been so long since I updated, I kind of lost track of time. (And had a computer virus…but that's beyond the point) If you all have watched the news this past week, you have probably heard about Japan and their horrible situation. So if you would, please pray/wish on a star, whatever you do to help them out. Also, keep them in your thoughts, if you would. Hope you enjoy the chapter! ^-^
"Drat, none made it in." Trying to throw kunai with your non-dominant hand really isn't effective. Throwing them at a target thirty feet away is even harder. None made it directly in the bulls eye, which truly discouraged me. Actually, none even really landed relatively close. I really needed practice!
Panting and dripping with sweat, I looked at some of the other students. Most of the students weren't even getting the kunai on the target board. A few got some on the board, and only one got close to the bulls eye.
"Wow, great job Rei!" Iruka-sensei came over to me admiring my hard work. "I'm proud of you!" He squeezed my shoulders as a large grin was stuck on his face. "You've done so well for only being able to throw with one hand! No offense or anything."
I couldn't help but grin as well. "No offense taken, Iruka-sensei. Thank you for the compliment." Iruka sensei smiled at me again and then walked away.
"What the heck was that!" a very angry voice questioned. I glanced over to my right just to spot a group of my classmates with fury written all over their faces. I flinched just seeing their expressions.
"Y-y-yes? Is there something wrong?" The group inched closer.
"Yes there's something wrong!" the group leader shouted "What the heck was that!" I looked over to the ring leader. Hyuga Kyoko, younger brother to Hyuga Neji, second branch of the Hyuga clan. His eyes were like the sky on a foggy day, and just as cold. His hair was darker than brown, yet not quite black. On his head were the same bandages his brother wore all the time.
"Pardon?" I asked as politely as I could. "Kill them with kindness" Itachi always said. Sasuke-nii must have missed that lesson.
"I'm talking about Iruka and you!" Kyoko shouted, angrier than before. I tilted my head in confusion. What about Iruka and me? Kyoko let out a frustrated yell. "How come Iruka keeps complementing you, and encouraging you?"
"And why does that bother you?"
"Because you're the last person to deserve it! You're not even good, but Iruka treats you as if you're an angel sent from Heaven!" I just stood still, not daring to move. An unsettling feeling tickled my insides.
"And what are you going to do? Go up to Iruka and tell him off? Excuse my rudeness, but I don't think that is a good idea. Also, I'm not that bad. I'm second in the class right now." As soon as I finished speaking I gulped. Crud muffin. I did not mean for it to sound that stuck up.
Kyokyo smirked. "Really, to tell you the truth, I haven't a clue how to stop him." Every one of his followers' eyes landed on him as if he were naked and screaming like a maniac. The silence grew so extreme you could hear an anbu sneeze. "That's why…" as he grew closer, his smirk grew as well. "You will." I raised my eyebrows in shock. What did he mean?
"Uh…" I questioned, puzzled at his answer. My confused expression still played on my face. Kyokyo's smirk turned lopsided and had a mix of humor on it. He waved his hand in my direction. My body froze. I became nervous and started feeling lightheaded. My breathing began to deepen.
As if controlled by a puppeteer, his group began to circle around me. I stepped back as they drew closer to me, feeling threatened. Soon I ran out of room and ran back into a tree. I heard an evil cackle, belonging to Hyuga. "You'll see what I mean, Rei, you'll see soon."
As soon as his muttering silenced three of his posse grabbed me. The force of getting thrown back into the tree made me spewt out an 'oof!". Two of them grabbed my arms, one for each. My right arm was forced out of the flannel sling, making me grit my teeth in pain. Another boy grabbed my neck, and the member at my right arm squeezed the tightest, and the pain I felt was unexplainable. I felt as if that pain in my arm shot through my whole body. As hard as I tried I could not hold in my scream of pure pain.
Though I screamed, it did not leave my lips. The boy holding my neck had his hand around my mouth too. "Not a sound, Uchiha letdown," he told me.
It all happened so fast, I barely realized it did. The pain though, helped me come to my reality. The next was a punch to my stomach. My body naturally tried to keel over in pain, but the kids holding me back did not let me. More punches were sent to my stomach, and each time pain shot through my arm as well. My stomach hurt so bad, I didn't even comprehend the horrible taste the horrid feeling erupting in my throat. The smell came before I saw it.
I had vomited blood and bile all over the ground in front of me. There was a loud 'Ew!' pass through the crowd. I could still feel some of the puke on my lips. I suddenly couldn't stop coughing, as well as shaking violently. I then heard laughter. They were laughing at me. Laughing at my pain, my suffering, my hurt. I wanted to cry. The warm liquid began to cake over my eyes.
"No!" my mind told me. "Don't give them something else about you to pick apart." So I let them hit me. They hit me a lot of places, but never my face. Kyokyo was too smart for that. All of a sudden…the punches stopped, even though the searing pain didn't. I lifted my head from the ground, panting. My gray eyes met the eyes of a smirking Kyokyo.
"So Uchiha, you better heed our warning. Or it will be far worse than what you just endured." With saying that, I was thrown to the hard ground, and watched them walk away from me guiltless.
I don't know how long I laid on that ground. I felt defeated, embarrassed, frail, weak, stupid, and most of all, worthless. I saw all those villagers who viewed my attack, but chose not to intervene. It appeared as if the Uchiha mistake was going to always be a one-man team. It took a long battle between my heart and brain, but my brain finally won and I lifted myself off the ground. My left arm shook terribly, and after the first few tries of standing up were failures. Finally I got on my scraped knees and pushed myself up. I picked out a few of the red covered stones out of my right hand, and then wiped my left on my pants. I was, at this time, very happy that my pants were black. None of the blood was noticeable on them.
I slowly and shakily walked over to the grassy area of the open area, where they threw my sling. I picked it up and sighed. Now for the tricky part. Taking my left hand, I put the strap over my head. Then, with my cut up fingers, I smoothed the strap down so it all went in the same direction and appeared untouched. I then picked up my right arm with my left and eased it into the rough cotton. (You have no idea how weird it is to touch your limp arm)
I gritted my teeth. Both arms were throbbing in agony, and I could even feel the blood pumping through it. I took a shaky breath, and then headed home.
Hope you all enjoyed, and yes, I know, I'm cruel to my characters. ^-^ And I hope it kept your interest and wasn't stupid and stuff. Have a good day! ….and year!