Author's Note: Surprised? Yeah, I guess I would be too. But what you all should know is that I now have up to chapter twenty written. The chapters just need a little tweaking, but when I looked over at this one, I thought something along the lines of, 'Screw it, just upload it' and now here it is! Unfortunately, it's just a filler kind of thing, tying loose ends from the previous chapter. Gah. The next one is probably going to be a filler too, unless you really want to know about Arisa's childhood.
(Personally, there are times I really don't give a crap about knowing an OC's background. But it kind of needs to be done, urghh.)
Anyways, thank you for all the reviews and messages. They're really great and help inspire me even though I'm not particularly in the writing mood at the moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or it's characters. The only character I do own however, is Arisa Oshiro & Tetsuo. BLAH.
It couldn't be.
The horror was clearly shown on her face, as she merely gawked at him with wide eyes, completely stunned and infuriated at the same time.
"The moment I saw your face, and those dark blue eyes of yours." The copy-nin continued in a more quieter, softer voice. "I knew. But I did not tell the Hokage, nor did I confide in anyone else. So even now that I have confirmed it, I will not. You have my word on that."
A long silence took over after that, as she started to register what was happening - no that wasn't the right words; what had occured.
It was only after it truly sunk in deep, that her expression deadpanned, only to break into a large grin and hysterical laughter. It was for many reasons. The fact how she did not react properly with a confused look and responses of denial had caused further damage to her obscured identity was one. The fact that they now knew not only her face, but her name, was two. The fact that they even knew her deceased parents, and her overall background information, was three. Unbelievable.
She continued laugh harder, no longer caring whether or not it was loud, or if it echoed around the room.
Kakashi merely stared at her with those goddamned sympathetic eyes of his.
Finally, Arisa was able to speak.
"Y-You!" She gasped, before biting down on her lips, muffling her laughter as much as she could. It was just so fucking ironic. She had always known that life had a cruel sense of humor. But this, this just crossed the line of 'cruel' and 'unfair'. No, this was just..
Arisa hiccuped, her throat constricting painfully as she tried filling her lungs with air. It was so unbelievable..
Yet, she knew that it was true. How ludicrous.
"That's real fucking funny, copy-nin!" Arisa's laugh now held a tinge of eerieness to it, matching the way the light danced in her eyes. "First, it's my parents who's financial affairs were none of your concern! You had no right to meddle in their business." Her tone of voice bounced dangerously between menancing and giggling. "But I adjusted, because like you said, it's a numbing process huh? What the hell can a six year old comprehend, anyway?!" Giggle. "Though I must say, stealing was quite nice. So was the academy with it's nurturing environment."
There was a distinct edge of sarcasm in her words, but he did not react in any way.
"Five years later, I found myself no longer giving a damn. Though the closest things to an exception would've been Zabuza and Haku. They were the only acquaintances in my life that I didn't look down on in repugnancy, or in contempt. But then, you." Her voice lowered to nothing more than a soft, affectionate whisper, that in and out of itself had a face of it's own. "You and your cute, laughable, poor excuses of ninja show up, thinking they're absolutely invulnerable with their lousy village hitai-ates. Then before I know it, the two people that I could've gave a damn about, are gone. Dead!"
Her eyes flashed angrily. "You were lucky! You shouldn't even be here - or maybe I'm just seeing things, because you're fucking dead in my eyes. Hell, if I had been there..It would've been different. I know it, because unlike Haku, I don't hesitate. No..I would've killed those fucking kids!"
"Yes, you would've." The corresponding reply was enough to shut her up, if only for a moment, as her lips formed a thin line. "If you were there, they would've been dead. All three of them, the bridge builder, and me."
His gaze never wavered from hers. She grinded her teeth together.
"So," Arisa started, a dry laugh escaping her lips, as malicious intent laced her words, "Where's that teammate of yours? I haven't had the chance to properly thank her yet."
(Bitch should have just let me be.)
The copy-nin looked somber. "Rin.." He murmured to himself, "Ah, well. I suppose you could try saying thank you. But I doubt she could hear you."
Upon realizing what that meant, Arisa smirked atrociously, "Dead is she? What a shame. Though I must ask, how did she die? Perhaps it was something like my parents - a kunai embedded in her throat." Innocent giggle. "Or maybe like Haku.. A large hole in the chest, some gash wounds, and maybe blood trailing down her lips? Well? Oh come now, copy-nin, there are no secrets left here. I thought you wanted to talk!"
His expression was unreadable.
"It doesn't really matter how she died." The Jounin muttered lowly, "Though if it satisfies you in some way, her death came from my inability to save her."
Arisa smiled coldly.
"How unfortunate. Maybe we are similiar to one another, after all, copy-nin. You weren't there to save the damsel in distress, and I wasn't there to kill those adorable kids of yours."
There was a long silence that followed her sentences. Arisa still had that smirk on her face, while the Jounin remained apathetic.
Finally, Kakashi spoke, "You really cared about them, huh?"
That wiped the smirk right off her face. Instead, she leaned back against the wall, looking aggravated. Who? Haku and Zabuza, or my childhood..parents?
He was expecting an answer.
She finally responded with a cold, "No."
"But you do, Arisa. You wouldn't be here right now if you didn't."
Don't flinch.
"I am here because of my own incompetence - that is all." Arisa's voice left no room left for an argument. "But tell me, copy-nin.."
She focused on his sharingan, more in fascination than anything else.
"Why are you here? As I've said before, no shinobi, nor person, ever just wants to 'talk.' There's always a hidden motive behind it." Pause. "Are you seeking solace? Forgiveness? Something to compensate for the guilt you hold within? Surely there is something behind that fake facade of yours."
That must be it. Arisa realized. He wasn't feeling sorry for her - no, he was feeling sorry for himself. Of course, why hadn't she realize it before?
As expected of the majority of people nowadays, Hatake Kakashi was a respectful shinobi. He always had good intentions, and of course he never wanted to fuck up her life. No..he didn't want her to turn into the person she was now. When he had destroyed the only family she had, he was just doing it in the name of Konoha. For his village, for his Hokage, and for the people. But now, even though he was such a good person, his conscience was bugging him. Maybe he couldn't sleep without having gruesome nightmares? Or maybe he realized that his hands were just as red as hers.
Yes, Hatake Kakashi was seeking to justify his actions. But did he honestly think she was going to bring him forgiveness? That even though he had killed all the people that had made a difference in her life, it was still going to be okay? That maybe they would become good friends, because he would visit her in her cell every once and a while?
Hell no. It was too damn nice to finally have one main subject to blame everything on. Yes, it was still Konoha shinobi, but with a deeper surge of hatred and understanding. Everytime the thought crossed her mind, she would always remember Hatake Kakashi, the copy-nin who had successfully ruined her childhood, career, and killed all the people she gave a damn about. Yes, there was no need to thank his teammate, Rin. Really, he was to blame - she should really be thanking him.
"No, I did not come to seek for your forgiveness." The copy-nin spoke, a long sigh escaping his lips. "But you had a right to know what happened."
Her expression darkened.
Don't shriek, don't scream - just talk. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
"Why, I didn't think you'd be so considerate." Sarcasm was practically oozing off her words. "Thank you, Kakashi-san."
Quietly, the silver-haired Jounin stood up, taking out the keys from his pocket and unlocking the cell door. She started to laugh once again..hysterically, as if he had just said the funniest thing in the world. His retreating figure stopped part way outside, lantern in his right hand, and keys in the other. A large grin was placed on her lips, as she smiled innocently at him, wanting him to remember this moment for a long time. If possible, she wanted it to be the very first thing he thought about everyday, in his dreams, and even in his nightmares. After all, she had done that for quite a bit throughout the years. Wasn't it fair that he did the same?
Her laugh grew louder, echoing throughout the outside halls, as well as inside her cell.
"You better watch your back, Kakashi-san." Were her last words to him, before the steel door was slammed shut, and she was consumed in darkness once again.
Author's Note: I apologize for it's crappiness. I really don't expect any reviews from this chapter, because it is a filler and a bit redundant. Thanks for reading it though.