Good Girl: Rewrite

Eternal: Reason for no updates: My laptop was in the crapper. FOR NEARLY THE ENTIRE SUMMER! (and currently, sort of, piece o' crap)

And school is starting again so my time updating will still be limited I am sorry to report.

That is why I haven't been updating, so I hope you appreciate this. Have a nice day!

Chapter 9

A month.

It had been a month since Taki left the Grass village, noted her father who was sitting at his desk. Papers were everywhere but he ignored them and looked at the photo that was framed. His late wife, holding a baby Taki, the white hair already coming in and her eyes were closed as she slept. She was always a quiet baby, hardly ever cried or screamed. The doctors first thought something was wrong but her only medical issue was her blind eye, nothing else. She took after him in the silent aspect but otherwise, she was a happy and kind child. Never had any of the cruel child-like curiosity or threw fits as she got older into the awkward stages.

Though he always kept her self-esteem low, he would beat her in every one of their spars. Told her how horrible she was, a handicap to the Iwasura name. That she would never be good enough to be a proper heiress.

But due to his harshness, she gained the title prodigy in the village because she worked so hard to please him. He knew she went out to the small tree house to do some extra studying. He was also aware of the second figure that appeared there. It wasn't Konoha with their thick forests, it was Grass with the tall greenery and scraggly trees you could see miles away.

Yes, he knew she wasn't kidnapped. She left and she had every reason to. He was a horrible father, her team mates were jerks up until recently and she didn't have girl friends from the other teams, so no emotional ties held her back. Though some sort of emotional bond tied her to the criminal, a master-slave relationship if you will, and his daughter was the slave. Disgusting.

But if he needed to fight his daughter, his only child…

He would fight.

And he would win.


Fire was even harder.

Thank goodness her hair was already short or else it would have been charred. Fire was difficult because it was so intense but it wasn't physical, like earth. It was like air, you couldn't grab it, go ahead and try to touch it but you would only be burnt. She was very fortunate for her arm guards which were, for the most part, fire proof. But for her style of fire, she needed it to be hotter, whiter, and more powerful.

She sported many burns and scratches, while every night she slept like a rock, beyond exhausted. Zetsu was a good trainer; he never cut her a break, which was how she improved so quickly. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him proud.

Even wanted to impress him.

Shaking off the blush, she made the hand signs again and took a deep breath, arching her back. Fire ripped through the black night, forming a sharp spiral thanks to a heavy load of chakra. Dropping onto all fours in order to catch her breath, sweat dripped from her face. Every day she had been at Akatsuki, she worked herself like crazy, almost to an unhealthy point but that didn't bother her much.

With a cry, she doubled over, stomach hurting. Great, cramps to go along with her rigorous training. For a little while, she stayed in the position, kneeling with her head to the ground, she could've passed for praying. After five minutes or so, she forced herself to stand up, resisting the urge to curl up again.

She had mastered earth and had a good grip on fire now, she wanted to learn more. She looked to the hideout, it was late and people were probably sleeping. Taking a breath, she started to form foreign hand signs. It would just be a combination of earth and fire signs right? That shouldn't be too hard.

Slowly, but surely, she formed a few katas, holding the last one when both of her chakra natures collided head on.

She was thrown completely off her feet and she bounced and rolled to a stop, yards away. Coughing, she lifted herself up to her elbows and looked back to where she was previously standing. A large glass formation had jutted out of the ground, jagged and angled, catching every beam of moonlight that passed through.

"Zetsu..." she whispered, looking around. A second later she remembered that he was inside, as were the other members. "I-I've got to tell Zetsu!"

Her entrance was far from graceful. Bursting through the door, fully tripping over the step and sliding across the kitchen floor was enough to gain the attention of those in the living room. Her face was beat red as she slowly looked up from the floor to see the S-class criminals staring at her, Hidan and Deidara kneeling on the furniture so to look over the back of the couch.

Awkward silence.

"Bwahahahahaaa!" She hid her face in her arms as she remained on the floor, her legs appreciating the rest but her face burned all the brighter due to the laughing. How embarrassing.

"So, going to train with Zetsu again?" asked Kisame from across the room. She got to her feet, brushing off her clothes.

"Yes, a-actually I was just looking for him…" She trailed off as soon as someone's stomach growled so loud that everyone couldn't help but stare at Deidara as he doubled over.

"No…" he groaned. She raised a white eyebrow. He gripped the couch for support and gave her his best puppy dog/starved stare. "We…need…real…fooooooooood…."

Suddenly, she was pinned by a pair of arms wrapping around just below her bust, forbidding her from moving and then they cleanly lifted her off her feet. "H-hey!"

"I've got her! Deidara! Get the kitchen ready!" She had never seen the blonde artist move so quickly before that very moment. Motivation at its finest.

"I-I wanted to speak t-to Zetsu for a minute," she tried to explain as the person, Hidan, carried her into the kitchen. "I n-need to tell him about –"

"I'm sure plant face can wait, seriously," interrupted the Jashinist while placing her on the counter.

"Y-you don't need to call him that…" she mumbled defensively, folding her arms. She was rather uncomfortable with him so close. He placed his hands on the counter, leaning toward her, pressing against her knees. She squirmed and started to look for a way out, his eyes never leaving her.

"Or what?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, confused.

"What if I call Zetsu that again, huh? What're you goin' to do about it, seriously?" He was smirking and leaning closer. She swallowed and tried to wiggle away.

"I-I would ask you to stop…" she said weakly as his face got closer. "Please….st-stop getting so close, H-Hidan…" He tilted his head to the side innocently.

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

"She said to leave her alone." The two jumped and Taki openly smiled when Zetsu phased into the kitchen.

"Zetsu!" she chirped, sliding off the counter and rushing over to her tall partner. Just as she opened her mouth to explain her jutsu, he cut her off.

"Go to your room and rest." It was sharp and cold. And an order. She was struck dumb for a moment at the harshness and her lack of response irritated him further. Baring his teeth he fully turned his gold eyed glare to her.

"I said to go NOW!" She jumped and ran from the room, suddenly sick with fear.

"What the fucking hell, Zetsu?" asked Hidan, walking up to him. "You didn't need to go bat shit crazy—"

"And you…"he growled, bringing his face close to the priest's, so that the plant's edges brushed against him. "Stay away from her." Due to the plant ninja's teeth being too close for comfort, Hidan stepped back.

"You should really watch yourself, Zetsu, you're fucking worse than my asshole of a partner." He pushed his hair back as he started to walk away.

"I don't really give a shit what people think of me, but Taki on the other hand…" He looked over his shoulder and gave him a sober look. "She looks up to you, seriously." The bicolored man simply left the room.

"Food…" moaned Deidara from the table, fork in hand."So…so close…"


It was dark and scary in the room, noted Taki as she hugged her pillow. She sniffed and buried her face in the soft fabric. Why was Zetsu getting so mad at her? What on earth did she do? Was it because she was too close to Hidan? Did she not follow his rules? What happened?

She hiccuped and she tried to smother her disgraceful face with the pillow. Her father would be so disgusted with her, saying hurtful things and ask why she wasn't stronger. Ninjas weren't supposed to be chained by emotions; they held you back and ruined your judgment when the mission was supposed to come first.

Suddenly she couldn't sit still any longer. She had regained a little chakra probably enough for another jutsu. Slowly, she lifted her tear stained face from the pillow and looked at the closed window.

Another jutsu…she had just enough energy for another jutsu…

She rushed to the window, even though her legs in actuality were moving quite slowly. She needed to push herself in order to get stronger. Then, when she was stronger, everything would be okay. Right?

Zetsu stood outside his own room, not yet entering. With his trained ears he could hear sniffling. Well, that's just great.

"You didn't need to yell at her," whispered his lighter side.

"As if you would've done anything different," defended the black. "You were just as pissed with that bastard so close to her."

"She was trying to get away."

"Not trying all that hard obviously," huffed the black. He didn't understand why he was all that disgruntled about it, but he just was.

"Maybe we should apologize…" suggested the white side.

"I'm not but you go ahead and feel free." The white hand gripped the doorknob but the black's will power urged him to stop.

They couldn't hear the sniffling anymore.

Slowly, they opened the door, revealing the dark room with the empty beds and open window. Rushing to the windowsill, they looked out, immediately seeing Taki's snow white hair. She was walking slowly and stumbling quite a bit. The white side felt worry while the black felt annoyed. She didn't listen to him. With some difficulty, thanks to his plant, he managed to squeeze out of the window and begin his pursuit.

She came to a stop and he could sense her unstable chakra rising in jutsu patterns. She shouldn't be trying to perform a technique; she should be resting and taking care of her body. Black growled in aggravation at her stupidity. She could really hurt herself then all of that hard work would have been for nothing.

Just before she could make that last hand sign, he tackled her to the ground, dispersing the chakra build up that would have made the jutsu.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded before the white side could get a word in. "You could've hurt yourself!"

"Z-Zetsu…?" she blinked, unable to clearly see him through the tears.

"No, I'm Itachi," he retorted bitterly. Seriously, who else had a giant flytrap around their head?

"I-I'm sorry…" she stuttered, rubbing her eyes. "I'm s-sorry, Zetsu…!" She hid her face in her hands and he looked away, suddenly unsure of what to do. His white hand reached out and awkwardly ruffled her hair while his face grew hot.

"We apologizejust…just don't do that again…"


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