Title: Dysphoria
Summery: Reincarnation isn't always like it is in the fanfictions. Sometimes, you end up in a body you would never expect to have ended up in. Sometimes, you end up in a body, that is completely wrong. SI OC
Notes: This story contains possible triggers, themes that may make you uncomfortable and rather erratic thought processes.
Warning: This chapter contains torture.
Fighting with a broken arm is perhaps one of the most stupidest things you can do. I hadn't even put it into a sling, and yet there I was, battling it out against a jonin, who was ten times my superior in combat and in tactics. Haruhi helped as much as she could, with her leg. She supplied genjutsu against him, and threw kunai, as I danced around him. I had to be a bit careful, as the small clearing was right next to a cliff, fairly high up. I wouldn't call it crazy high, but it was high enough I would die if I fell.
I slashed at his legs, throwing the pitiful amount of ninjutsu I knew against him. He was slowed, but he still kept coming, a smirk on his face the entire time. He wasn't even breaking a sweat as he fought us.
"Your good, brat, but your already hurt." he taunted as I fought against him. "I'd planned on taking girly back, seeing if she knew anything useful. But, Hatake's kid? Your a much better catch."
"What the hell do you think we know!?" Haruhi cried out, shocked. "We're just genin!"
"Your the Yellow Flashes genin." the way he shaped the words Yellow Flash sent a shiver down my spine. It was so... spiteful and hateful. Like he hated Minato-sensei more then anything in the world. It wasn't unthinkable that he felt that way, I remember that sensei was in fact a huge threat during the war, but so early and to threaten genin? How can anyone inspire that kind of hatred? "That's more then enough reason for us to want you." he kicked out at me, slamming into my broken arm. I couldn't hold back my scream, as my arm broke again, my already on fire nerves sparking even more. Hot tears filled my eyes as I fought against the pain shooting up my arm and into my brain.
I dodged his next kick, trying to ignore the pain the best I could. I threw a kunai at him, but my aim was off, making him laugh darkly. He jumped at me, slamming his palm into my chest, throwing me back.
"Kakashi-chan!" screamed Haruhi, as I slammed into a tree near the cliff. I gasped, feeling my arm burn with pain. The man came forward, and slammed his foot onto my leg before I could move, making me scream again as my leg broke.
"Looks like we have a screamer." I heard the man say through my pain. I looked up, clenching my teeth, trying to hide how much it hurt... a lost cause, but at least I tried to do so. "Don't worry little boy, we won't hurt you so bad. Your daddy was the one who let us start this war in the first place.
"Go fuck yourself." I snapped, glaring at him. The comment about my father, about Sakumo and being called a boy made me loose my cool for a second. I even spat in his face, a surprising thing really. Seemed like Kakashi's brain actually was helping me with courage... or it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"You see, brat, that isn't nice." said the man, pulling out a kunai, a smirk on his face. Haruhi gasped, and got up, rushing at him, but he threw his kunai, pinning her bad leg to a tree, making her launch into the most blood curdling scream in the world. "You have to wait your turn. I have something... special planned for you." He eyed her with this sick look, and I shuddered. I did not want to know what that look meant. "Are you ready little boy?" he asked, dropping to his knees, and pulling another blade out, and putting it to my face. "I won't hurt you to bad, I don't want to spoil the fun for anyone else." he pressed it to my face, drawing it down from the right corner of my eye to my mouth. I threw out a punch with my good arm, but he was to quick. With a thrust, he had pinned my hand to the ground, the kunai going right through my hand.
I screamed, my nerves overloading with pain from my arm, leg and now my hand. He twisted my broken arm, and spots filled my eyes as I cried out in horrific pain. To much, to much... I began to slip, only to be brought back by a hand on my chest, glowing green.
"Can't have you falling asleep yet little boy." he mocked. As I stared at him, I realized that I wasn't going to survive this. He would kill me sooner or later, in the most brutal way imaginable.
I was going to die at age five.
I accepted it, closing my eyes in pain. I'd died once before, this time it hurt more, but at least I died trying to save my teammate. I died in a better way then I did before. I just hoped Sakumo didn't kill himself over this. I wasn't worth it.
A yell forced me to open my eyes, which were filling with even more tears, to see what was going on.
He had made a crucial mistake, he'd taken his eyes off Haruhi, who had managed to get the kunai out of her leg. She threw herself at him, armed with two kunai, one in each hand. He was taken by surprise, and she took him down. She was... sloppy, but brutal as she stabbed at the man, managing to get him good a few places, though unfortunately non-fatal ones. After the initial surprise though, he turned the tables, and threw her off... onto the edge of the cliff. I stared in shock, as she tried to stay up right, but she couldn't, her leg was to wounded, and she...
"HARUHI!" I screamed out as she fell backwards, off the cliff, a look of shock on her face. "HARUHI!" I cried out again, surging to my feet, adrenaline pumping, but I was stopped by the knife in my palm, I couldn't get up, I couldn't get to her, as she fell. I heard her scream one last time, before a loud, sick, wet smack sound was heard. I whimpered, closing my eyes tightly.
She had died trying to help me. She died because she had thrown herself at my torturer.
I was the one who glared at her, who sneered at her. Hikaru was an ass to her, but... I was just as bad. I'd hated her, more or less, from the beginning. I was such a bitch, looking down at her... All because I was jealous. I was jealous of her, so I belittled her in my mind. I looked at her, and saw what I wanted... and hated her for it.
And she died trying to save me. She had given he life up for me, when truthfully, I didn't deserve it. I hadn't deserved her kindness, nor her care. I had thrown each and every single time she'd ever been nice to me, back in her face, and yet she had kept on being my friend, kept on being nice to me. Kept on being generous.
She gave me a bit of cash if I ran low when Sakumo was on a mission. She worried over me, and while I found it insulting... it showed she cared. She cared for me, and Hikaru, though he care was more subtle for Hikaru. She truly cared... And what had we done, but throw it back in her face. I may have come back for her... but it wasn't for her, it was so I could look Sakumo in the eye without feeling guilty. I was trying to live up to the Kakashi in my head... I even used one of his lines.
And it cost me the most amazing girl I had ever known.
"Are you crying?" laughed the man. My eyes snapped open, and I looked at him, trembling in self hatred. "Over that bitch? Here's a piece of advice, I'd save your tears. You'll need to shed them for yourself." Adrenaline pumped through my veins, as I snapped my good leg out, catching him in the stomach, and flinging him a bit off. I rolled to my side and grabbed the kunai holding my hand down in my mouth, pulling it out.
I could stand, I couldn't move much, even with my body full of adrenaline, but I could move enough to throw the kunai. I threw it hard enough to nail him right in the groin, much to my pleasure.
"FUCK!" he screamed, doubling over. I smirked, as he applied chakra to it. I was going to die, but at least I got the bastard back. "Now, you pissed me off, you little-" a blonde blur struck him, throwing him into a tree. He looked up in shock, as did I.
"Don't touch my student." Minato snarled, attacking the man with a flurry of movement. My body decided that it had enough then, as my eyes rolled up and I blacked out from blood loss and my adrenaline rush crashing.
-0-
I woke up a week later, in Konoha's hospital with Sakumo passed out in the chair next to me. I looked around, confused for a bit, before it all came rushing back; the mission, the fight, me screaming at Hikaru, going back for Haruhi, the torture, Haruhi... Haruhi...
"Haruhi." I whispered, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "Oh, fuck... I'm sorry." I sobbed, not bothering to hide my face, my left arm incased in a cast and my right hand bandaged up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" two arms wrapped around me, and pulled me to a chest.
"It's okay Kashi-chan." Sakumo said into my hair. "I'm here. It's okay." I buried my face into my father's chest and sobbed.
"It's all my fault. She died saving me." I whispered, feeling the words slam into me. It's all my fault... It's all my fault.
"It isn't your fault Kashi-chan." Sakumo said into my hair. "It isn't your fault."
I couldn't believe him though. I never could.
And I never would.
... Yeah, short, but... everytime I added something, it just didn't work out right... Bah, this is a good way to end it.
I have a job now, so I'm busier then normal, though I have graduated. And I got my heart broken on the same day. Yay!
Anyway, Review please!
