A/U: i apologise for the wait and the shortness of this chapter but i promise the next one will be longer. thanks keep reading :D
"Well umm. Hi I'm Dante, I like I dunno food, drinking alcohol and looking at some good guys. I hate people that don't help those that need it whether you know them or not. My dream is to have a big family, one that will look after all its members not just the favourites. And my hobbies are well, food, drinking alcohol and looking at some good guys." She chuckled to herself obviously delighted with her summary. They all stared at her. "Look you asked. If you didn't want to know you shouldn't have asked." Kakashi couldn't believe she could start of shallow get deep and actually start to express what she thinks and then goes back to being shallow in the blink of an eye. She was really different from all the girls he had ever met. Dante pushed herself off the railings and swung her arms as she walked and sat down cross legged equidistance from Kakashi and the kids. She stared directly at Sasuke, Kakashi was watching her moves intently as Sakura introduced herself, no one except Kakashi was really listening but she hadn't noticed. While Dante and Sasuke were having a staring match, a small wave of pink had made its way onto Sasuke's cheeks.
He cleared his throat before he spoke. "My name is Uchiha Sasuke." He had a very deep and sombre voice for a child, just like that Itachi guy Dante had thought. As he said Uchiha Dante turned around to face Kakashi for assurance that she had heard right, in thinking this kid was somehow related to this Itachi guy that apparently wanted her. He nodded and signalled her to stay quiet with a subtle wave of his hand; she nodded and returned her attention to Sasuke. "There are plenty of things I hate, but I don't see that it matters, considering there is almost nothing I do like. It seems pointless to talk about 'dreams'... that's just a word... ... but what I do have is determination. I plan to restore my clan. And there's a certain someone I have sworn... ... to kill." As he said this, his whole body tensed and his eyes seemed to have locked on to the small leather charm bracelet on Dante's wrist, a flash of recognition flickered on his face. Dante instinctively hid her arm from view. She thought this kid was weird openly admitting that he wanted to murder someone and everyone here being fine with it. What the hell?
Kakashi seemed unsurprised from Sasuke's very certain revelation, like he expected as much. "Okay" Kakashi's voice a different tone now; a slightly happier one. "Formal training begins tomorrow" Naruto jumped up and shouted with exuberance and haste, Dante had her hand on her chest trying to regulate her breathing. 'These attacks have different feelings. Maybe... a different one for different people, I feel four prominent ones and there are four people here. One I feel I have felt before but as if it is a distant memory, was it Kakashi. And these others one feels small the other larger but this last one... it's so dark its choking me' Kakashi began to feel concern for his new comrade; it would take her a while to get used to chakra especially with her sensitivity. They would need her to help find the Akatsuki if she would help, she could probably track very well. He knew obviously that Itachi and Sasuke were related somehow but would she know they were as close as brothers.
"Basic survival training." All three started to complain, Naruto got really agitated, this took a major effect on Dante, it made her physically cough the angrier he got the more crippled with lack of air she became. She held onto the railings arguing internally with her lungs to open up, willing her diaphragm and intercostal muscles to contract. No one seemed to notice her frustrations; all focusing on the sheets of paper Kakashi was giving out. She was now gripping the rail so hard her knuckles had turned a colour of dusted white. The feeling had started to fade a bit but now it was like the chakra had a will of its own, it was like it had homed in on her sensitivity and wanted to play like a cat with a mouse. Then it went dark, she felt it, she saw it, she feared it, the wind from its lashing tails, the glare from its blood shot eyes, the hot sticky breath that whistled through its razor sharp teeth and the strong pungent smell of blood it was so strong it made her physically convulse, but what snapped her back to reality was the blood chilling laugh that echoed in her ears.
As air whooshed into her lungs she could also hear it whistling past her ears as she glided over the railings. She blinked as she relaxed, the floor rushing to meet her face.