Chapter 10: Foreign
When Chinatsu opened her eyes, it was dark.
For a moment, the terrified thought of being back into her cell crossed her mind until she realized there was a blanket over her head. She pulled of away from her face to see that night had fallen. A fist rose to her mouth and she coughed.
Wiping the germ-covered fist to her eyes without thinking, Chinatsu sniffled and shivered. The night was much colder up here than down under. She wrapped the blanket around herself as a means of comfort and stared out the window.
The moon hung low in the sky, lower than it usually would be back in her world. It was full and as supple as a mother's breast. Clouds wisped through the sky as if painted carelessly by an artist's hand, but it was balanced by the abundant amount of stars gleaming and sparkling. The moonlight shone below to mother earth with indescribable warmth. It somewhat made Chinatsu feel a moment of solace.
Chocolate eyes lowered from the sky and peered around the backyard. The backyard of Yah-mah-toe's comfortable, but unfamiliar home was decent enough for a dog or two. Green grass was neatly trimmed accordingly so. There was a row of flowers against the tall white wooden fence directly opposite of Chinatsu's window.
Her heart stopped when she saw glinting eyes staring at her from underneath the tulips of the backyard garden.
Out of fear, Chinatsu couldn't do anything but stare at it. After seeing glowing hands without the use of electricity, duplication of people without the influence of drugs, seeing glowing eyes was nothing more than something that was probably dangerous to this world.
But it didn't seem dangerous after the glowing eyes took a step forward and tumbled clumsily out of the batch of tulips.
It was a kitten.
The blue furball scrambled to its paws quickly and darted back into the flower batch. The daisies and tulips swayed from side to side for a moment before stilling.
Chinatsu blinked at what she had seen before standing up. She neared the window and continued to stare at the flowers and noticed that the kitten was still there. The female within her squealed at the prospect of cuddling an animal, and completely decided against all dangers of the outside world and opened the window.
She glanced over her shoulder for a second, to see if Yah-mah-toe had noticed her opening the window. Once the coast was clear, she put her leg through the window and jumped out.
The night was chilly. The wind blew through her hair, throwing strands of it from side to side much to Chinatsu's irritation.
After roughly pushing back her hair, Chinatsu slowly approached the flowers and knelt before it.
The blue kitten yowled at her presence and even exited the protectiveness of the flowers to spit and hiss, with bushy tail and all, comically at her before disappearing back inside.
It made Chinatsu laugh before she completely lowered herself to the ground to peer at the amusing little animal. She held out her hand and tutted her tongue, "Come here, kitty, kitty."
A swipe of a small paw from the flowers was her response to her call.
Without further ado, Chinatsu reached into the abundant plants and retrieved an angry little kitten.
"Ow! Son of a gun!" Chinatsu cursed when the kitten dug its small claws into the flesh of her hands. She grimaced and held the cat by the skin of its neck till it was motionless in the air.
This was no ordinary cat.
It was a mutant kitten.
The color of its fur was blue, a very odd color for a cat. There were black tiger-like markings covering the expanse of the kitten's body. Feline eyes were mismatched in color: yellow and turquoise. It narrowed at Chinatsu and bared its little kitty fangs before clawing towards her in the empty air. All this wasn't odd about the mutant kitten. It was the fact that the small feline had two tails emerging from its rump.
"You're an odd ball, aren't you?" Chinatsu asked softly.
The cat answered with an angry yowl.
Chinatsu giggled before extending a finger to the angry cat.
Big mistake.
The kitten's head suddenly lurched forward and bit the shit out of her small finger.
"Motherfucker!" Chinatsu cursed, before flinging the cat back into the shrubs where it had emerged. She groaned, holding her index finger to the sky as she kicked out at the empty air from the bleeding puncture wounds. "Oh, that fucking cat!" Akane's bad nature for cursing tended to rub off on Chinatsu when in immense pain, as she was now.
A hiss escaped from her mouth as she clutched her hand to her chest. She had enough crap coming from the people of this stupid world.
Helpless kitten be damned, she did NOT need this shit from a dumb small animal.
As Chinatsu sat up from her fetal position on the floor to deliver some pain upon the helpless two-month old kitten (as evil and demented, and inhumane as it may seem), the kitten walked out from the flowers with the cutest eyes ever seen (with the exception of Puss in Boots from Shrek).
The black of the kitten's eyes grew till the color of its mismatched orbs was unable to be seen. It cutely walked towards Chinatsu, with its stumble and all, till it was before her. Soon enough, it elongated its body long enough till it was able to clean her bite with its rough, small tongue.
The kitten was…cleaning her wound…
Chinatsu gave it a droll look. "You knew what I was going to kick your ass, weren't you? That's the only reason why you're apologizing!"
The kitten merely meowed before continuing.
Fiery anger sizzled till it was nothing. Chinatsu sat there, staring as the cat continued to groom her reddening finger. Once finished, it then sat at its bum before leaning back and swiping its paws gently at Chinatsu's looming presence. It made Chinatsu mold over the fact that this small animal had the decency to apologize for its actions whereas the humans of this world merely threw her to another direction without a word of explanation…not that she could understand, but still!
A heavy sigh escaped from her. Chinatsu violently ripped a daisy from Yah-mah-toe's garden (ignoring the spray of dirt from her greenery murder) and started playing with the small kitten for the pass of amusement. It must've been late at night, but she didn't have an ounce of care in the world.
An hour passed and Chinatsu continued to play with the kitten. It was then Yah-mah-toe appeared.
Chinatsu stared up at him with wide eyes as he scolded her with the same ferocity as her mother while Kitty (as she had dubbed it) disappeared. He continuously pointed to the moon, swung that stabbing finger in her direction and waggled it as sharp, strong foreign words came from his mouth. It was disconcerting how recognizable Yah-mah-toe's lecture was to her mother. Were all Japanese people like this?
It was then when Chinatsu actually had a peek at his very, very (and she stresses 'very') creepy face when he had noticed the wilting daisy in her hand. She ended the night streaking in a death run, and huddled in the bedroom.
Living with Yah-mah-toe was interesting…
For the first three days, she ignored him and pondered about everything and anything throughout the dreadfully long hours of each day. Chinatsu explored the house continuously, looking in each room and even glancing at a few books shelved in one of the rooms. Everything in this house was meticulously placed in order and in place. There was nothing disarrayed, nor was there anything messy. This man seriously had some cleaning issues.
There was a situation where Chinatsu left her towel on the floor of the bathroom. Yah-mah-toe scolded her and she picked it up like a bratty child and threw it in her room, on the floor.
When he showed his 'creepy face', she immediately straightened up and placed the towel where it belongs.
That was when the communication kicked up.
Yamato (which she had managed to finally pronounce correctly, despite how hideous her accent was, after the first week living with him) made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the both of them. She felt somewhat bad, but was lightened by her guilt when she knew she wouldn't be able to create anything edible for the both of them; especially in this odd world.
But the food was alien.
Being 'white-washed', Chinatsu had no idea of what the Oriental sides of provisions were. She fed on hamburgers, spaghetti, pizza, and even salmon! But…this was completely different from American food.
The only thing she recognized from what he made in his beautiful ivory-tiled kitchen was rice.
And that was the only thing she had been eating for the first week.
It was unhealthy, yes, and as a practicing nurse, she knew of it, but did nothing to change it. She didn't recognize the weird, oddly shaped food in this world. It might as well be dog liver for all she knew!
So, that was her seven days: rice and water.
It was until Yamato put his foot down. He hid any evidence of rice and showed different food. It was a tough war, but he won.
Yamato introduced an odd fruit called ringo. It looked a lot like an apple in Chinatsu's eyes. And when she tentatively bit into it, she realized, it was an apple! Not all was lost! The introduction to food was slow, but there. Yamato would bring a fruit, veggie a day and give it to Chinatsu for her to try. Of course, she would nibble upon the unidentified object before either nodding her head in approval or twisting her face in disgust.
Eating on the dinner table was a completely different topic.
They had chopsticks. Chopsticks. Chinatsu tried to look for a spoon high and low, but no anvil. She was stuck with chopsticks.
One can imagine how horrendous her table manners were without the aid of a fork or spoon.
And once again, Yamato was forced to change her unbecoming manners. He was in charge of Chinatsu for the moment, but throughout the duration of his forced 'baby-sitting', he refused to raise a barbarian! Yamato had to literally show her how to properly hold chopsticks and even slowly maneuvered it in her hands when she had no desire to learn.
She still doesn't know how to use it, much to his frustrations.
Though there were a lot more to cover, Yamato was somewhat satisfied with the results. The woman had come out of her shell and had even put up a fight with him (which wasn't resolved due to the language barrier) when she looking for something around his garden while he wanted her to clean her room and try more vegetables.
And when she didn't get what she wanted, she'd go to her room and throw herself on her bed.
It was then Yamato realized this woman couldn't be eighteen or older. She had to be younger than Naruto because she sure acted like a child.
And because she acted like a child, he'd treated her as a child.
When he had started his small operation of his, Chinatsu got even feistier. It was as if she knew he was treating her like a child and abhorred it. It continued on for an additional four more days with constant bickering at her messy table manners, force-feeding new food, and time-outs when it was called for. Yamato knew it was highly embarrassing and humiliating for the woman, but it had to be done. And that's when Chinatsu demanded for it to stop.
When she had literally stripped off her shirt and shorts to show him that she was not a child, Yamato yelled at her to put her cloths back on and even had to cover his eyes as she was in the process of undoing her underwear and bra.
She was certainly a woman, a well-developed woman.
The first time Chinatsu had eaten meat (which was hilarious to Yamato considering how she poked around it like a fungus before nibbling at it) she inhaled it like a vacuum. Not only that, but she had also had the mad munchies when it comes to sugary, fatty substances. When she wanted sweets, she got it along with another three batches of sweet bread.
After the first month with Yamato, she gained back her weight…and more.
Yamato once pointed it out to her by slowly, but gently, poking her stomach teasingly. He barely escaped the mini-battle with his arm, which was decorated with five malicious long nail makings.
The next day, she was moaning and rolling on the floor.
When Chinatsu had gotten her period for the first time in months (due to the lack of regular exercise and healthy eating from her imprisonment), she felt as if there was a demon child inside of her, scratching the walls of her uterus.
"Where's the pamprin? Why don't you stupid people have midol?" she all but screamed.
Yamato had fussed over her body before leaving a copy of himself next to her while his original body disappeared. It would've freaked Chinatsu out if her stomach wasn't roiling and twisting with intense cramps. She merely pressed her face against the wooden floors and concentrated hard to try and ignore World War III happening within her.
A pink-haired girl had arrived at the house. Chinatsu refused to allow the girl to approach her by crawling underneath the bed.
Yamato attempted to drag her out, but she merely screamed out 'No!' and even kicked at him. It was then the pink-haired girl slid a familiar but odd package under her bed.
Praise the lord; it was pads!
The two months Chinatsu had been with Yamato, she had gotten used to him. But with another person, it was back to step one. It wasn't that Chinatsu didn't want to meet new people (which was a lie, it was somewhat part of it), but it was the fact that she didn't trust anyone in this world, anyone besides Yamato and Kakashi, who she hasn't seen since the she was beaten up by that pale kid.
Chinatsu curled upon her bed, bringing the white pillow closer to her chest as she stared at the wall over her head.
Two months, two unbelievable months.
The only reason why she was aware of how many days have passed is because she had been tally-marking a blank sheet of paper. It added up to the total of sixty-five days.
These two months were completely different from the first five months here. Chinatsu still wasn't sure why she had been attained and even examined like whole different specie and then thrown away without importance. She felt as if the government of this world was much more lenient. Back home, she was sure that if an alien landed on earth, it would be captured and studied mercilessly for the years to come. But nope, not her! She was out in less than half a year.
Chinatsu sighed and threw the pillow on the floor. But it was quickly picked up and gently placed at the head of her bed. She did not want to start the morning with Yamato's creepy face.
She shuddered at the thought of it.
"Yamato!" she called out, walking out of the room. The second week of her stay here, Yamato had gone out and bought her a set of clothes. She donned a plain black top with white long shorts that reached below her knees. It somewhat reminded her of basketball shorts from the light and thin material.
"In the kitchen," a deep voice said.
"I want an apple! Goddammit, how do you say it? Reen…ringo? Apple!" As soon as Chinatsu turned the corner, she went dead still at the familiar face.
"Chinatsu-!" Yamato started, but it was too late. The girl had already run in full terror back to her room. He sighed and turned back to his guest to apologize. "Sorry, Shizune-san, she's a bit…"
"No, no, don't apologize. I'm impressed by how she's already familiarized herself with you. And did she just say 'apple'?" Shizune picked up the glass of water, which was offered to her at the beginning of her visit, and sipped at it gingerly.
Yamato preened like a mother hen and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "By now she knows a few words."
"Like what?"
"…Like food words." Yamato sighed. "She knows how to say: water, apple, cucumber, broccoli, fish, and sweet bread."
Shizune cocked her head to the right in question. "She doesn't know anything else? It's been two months, Yamato." She chided.
"I know, but she hasn't tried to learn at all. I attempted to teach her, but…" Yamato paused as he remembered Chinatsu's stubborn, bored face and her snapping tone. He shook his head from the memory and shrugged. "It seems as if she doesn't want to learn. Perhaps it's just for the moment, but she'll catch on soon. And when she does, we might be able to get more information."
"That is if she's willing," Shizune nodded her head before standing. "I'm surprised that she's connected well with you for the two months. I expected her to take longer, especially with…." With the torture the interrogation and the medical specialists have done to her, was what Shizune wanted to say.
Yamato took in Shizune's silent words and nodded slowly. "I had my suspicions at first, and asked Sakura. She mentioned how animals, and even babies, would subconsciously attach themselves to the stronger being in an effort of survival."
To latch onto someone, something, strong to ensure survival did make sense, Shizune supposed. With another nod, she turned to him and smiled, "Well, you should be on the way to Tsunade-sama's office, she's waiting for your report."
It was a weird feeling, to feel nervous and somewhat sad at the moment's separation from the woman he had brought under his home. For a moment, he felt like a mother sending off her child to school. Yamato sighed at the estrogen running through his veins and cracked his neck, feeling the need to relieve himself from it. He needed to train with Kakashi-senpai and hopefully gain some masculinity back into his life. Wearing the frilly apron in the kitchen while making dinner for a woman was too much.
"Alright," Yamato walked to the fridge and picked up a dish full of neatly cut apple slices. He removed the clear wrap and turned to Shizune. "Let's go check on her, I'll need to say bye else she'll freak out and run."
"Has she run off before?"
Yamato shook his head. "Nope. Neither when I'm gone or busy. The house is bugged with recordings and cameras at each corner. The Hokage told me to trust my instinct. I thought I'd need more eyes and ears with Chinatsu, but nope. It's like taking care of a child."
A very troublesome child, as Shikamaru would say.
"Chinatsu," Yamato knocked on her room door. He turned the knob and pushed the door wide open.
A white shirt that was on the floor was quickly picked up and thrown in the closet as if trying to hide the mess from his ninja eyes. It made brown orbs narrow at the sheepish, nervous feminine face. "Chinatsu, I thought you to clean your room this morning!"
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"Don't even try that," he scolded (well knowing what she's saying by the innocent shrugging gesture of her shoulders and blank look on her face) before placing the plate of apple slices on her desk.
Almost immediately, she scurried to the dish.
Yamato watched as she hesitatingly picked one up before nibbling on it. He noticed her bright eyes wavered anxiously, eyeing Shizune who smiled at her kindly.
"Chinatsu, this is Shizune. Shizune." Yamato repeated, hoping that she would repeat the woman's name.
The crunching sounds of apples being chewed up were the only sound in the room.
"Shizune." Yamato tried once more.
Chinatsu huffed delicately and merely turned her back to the both of them as she continued eating her rather sweet and delicious apples.
"Why you-!" A vein popped from Yamato's forehead by Chinatsu's intolerant bad manners. Just when he was about to reprimand her, Shizune giggled.
"It's alright, Yamato. Why don't you start walking? I'm sure Tsunade-sama will not be happy with your tardy. It's already ten-fourteen."
A quick glance to the clock near the bedside made Shizune's words stand.
Yamato sighed. "If she's too much to handle, there's some sleeping serum in the cupboard to the far right." The only time he really had to use that was when she was suffering from continuous nightmares in the beginning of her stay here. Another time he had used it was when her 'tantrum' had gotten far too vicious and nasty.
Just as he was about to exit his home, a small squeak called for his attention.
"Yamato!"
The man turned around in question, watching as Chinatsu stood in the hallway with a face full on anguish and anxiousness. He watched as she glanced at Shizune, and slowly started walking towards him. She purposely, much to his amusement, made a wide arc around Shizune at a snail's pace before rushing towards him once it was deemed safe in her terms.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm just going to…visit someone." Yamato hesitated to say anything about the Hokage, especially when it any conversation concerned Chinatsu. He still didn't know where she stood. "I'll be home soon, don't eat so much."
"Are you leaving me?"
"I'll be back in two hours."
"Who is she? Why is she here? I don't want her to be here!"
"That's Shizune over there, she's going to take care of you."
"I'm not a child! I don't need a babysitter!"
Shizune giggled at the two. Though they were speaking in different languages, it seemed as if they were actually conversing with each other. Not only was that hilarious, but the aura between the two was calm, much like family.
"Remember, no more cookies." He deliberately eyed her slightly pudgy stomach. His expectation to see a furious face was not met. Yamato knew he had to hurry. He was already late for the two-month appointment. "And behave," he stressed, knowing that Chinatsu had moments were her behavior was related to that of a temperamental toddler, aka Naruto.
With those words, he flicked her nose. Hard.
"I'M NOT A DOG!"
Her scream echoed through his teleportation jutsu, which had him chuckling. When his eyes opened from the merriment of hearing the girl screeching, he nearly choked on his saliva from seeing himself in the Hokage's office. It wasn't the fact that he was at his destination, but the dispassionate face of Tsunade that had him nearly at a heart attack.
"Ah—Hokage-sama," he quickly corrected himself and bowed.
"Yamato," Tsunade said with a hard tone of voice. She sarcastically glanced outside the window and scrutinized the sun. "It's, oh, what can I say, ten-twenty?"
He didn't even have the chance to excuse himself before Tsunade slammed her fist on the mahogany desk of hers. "What the hell took so long?"
The golden fire in her eyes told him that she was craving alcohol…bad. And when she was craving, she was pretty irritated and pissed off.
Yamato's slightly slouched body immediately straightened at the woman's voice. "Chinatsu took notice of my nearing disappearance and was uncomfortable with Shizune's presence."
Tsunade grunted. Her muscles relaxed from its tense position as the blood rushing through her head finally slowed. The chair creaked as she leaned back against it. "Tell me about the progress with the woman," she demanded.
"For the period of her stay with me, I have noted Chinatsu the same as a citizen. I have not sensed a violent bone in her body. The cameras have not captured any movements that could be deemed as an enemy. Chinatsu has not tried to kill me, nor cause my any harm. She is completely harmless and ordinary; there is nothing special about her besides the fact that she does not have chakra and jutsus have no affect on her. I haven't felt anything or seen anything that could have connections to Uchiha Madara," Yamato briefed. "She has learned a handful of words."
"Have you tried to teach her our language?" Tsunade asked, continuing to jot down information. "If you have, what was her response?"
"I have tried to teach her, but she has no desire to learn." Yamato informed. "She knows a few words, but they only relate to food. Chinatsu wanders around the backyard entertaining herself with a neighborhood stray, but for most of the time, she stays within the vicinity of the house and…"
Yamato struggled to find a word to define Chinatsu's actions. He had noted that Chinatsu tended to sigh a lot nowadays. There was an air of depression and sadness that emanated from her.
"And…?"
"And, she mopes."
A golden brow arched. "She mopes?"
"There are times," Yamato paused, molding on words to try and describe the woman's demeanor. "…when she is immensely quiet."
"So, you're saying that she is very talkative nowadays, right?" Tsunade picked up the manila folder before her and flipped it open. She licked the tip of the pencil point before scribbling upon it.
"At times," he said.
"Do you understand what she's saying? Does she understand what you're saying?"
He shook his head. "I comprehend nothing of her language. She attempted to teach me a few words, but…" Yamato paused, thinking about the moment when Chinatsu called the red apple a different phrase. It was too bold, loud, and complicated. He hoped the Hokage wouldn't order him to learn the language. It would certainly be a pain in the ass. "…but it makes no sense."
"I would expect," Tsunade said. "So, there are times when she's quiet?"
"Yes. It seems as if she's reminiscing. Either that or she's just…bored."
"Has there been any moments were she was in pain or discomfort?"
A blush literally covered his whole face. "Only during the moments of her menstrual cycle, but I believe that's normal. The only thing is she's just bored. There's nothing for her to do, no matter what I give, she finds entertainment in nothing."
This had the blond woman roll her eyes. "What do you do when a child is bored?" Before Yamato could respond, Tsunade went ahead and ranted, "Give the child something to do! Make her go out and walk around. It isn't healthy for her to be cooped up. Since there have been no reports about Madara, she might as well get used to the area, assuming you will keep an eye on her, right? If she's bored, get her a toy, a dog, a book; just get her something and get the hell out of my office. Remember to turn in your full report of two months to Shizune."
A creak of the door caught both attentions.
Yamato turned to see Kakashi walking in. "Kakashi-senpai," he greeted.
"Yo," Kakashi stood next to the door, contemplating whether or not he should enter judging by the annoyed look on Tsunade's face.
"Hatake," The Hokage's face went flat at the jounin's sleepy appearance. "It's before noon, what in the world are you doing here?"
Kakashi closed the door behind him. He slipped his hands into his pockets, walking into the room as casually as can be. "I heard from a little birdy that there was going to be a report given about Chinatsu. I wanted to be present to hear about it. And since I've been with the girl for over a while, it's only fair that I can put an ear in, no?"
"If I wasn't mistaken, it seems as if you've taken a liking to the girl, senpai," Yamato mentioned. He crossed his arms, puffing out his chest as a father would with his daughter's boyfriend.
His senpai shrugged. "It's just a matter of assessing the case."
"A case you have no business with."
"A case that started with me."
Tsunade rolled her eyes at the tensed males. "Enough of this! There's too much testosterone in the air!" As if to prove how stuffy it was in the room, the blond woman walked to her window and threw the panes open hard enough that it slammed against the exterior of the building, sending off a few pigeons into the air.
Yamato huffed. "Chinatsu is doing well. She's slowly adapting."
As if hearing that made him feel better, Kakashi's shoulders sagged a bit; just a tiny bit. He cleared his throat. "How's she behaving?"
"Like a child."
Memories of the girl's child-like anger brought a small smile to Kakashi's masked face. There was nothing more amusing than watching Chinatsu hiss and snap at him when in anger, which had been quite a long time ago. A very long time ago.
"Both of you, out." Tsunade demanded.
Instantaneously they were out of the room. It was one thing to handle an angry Hokage, but a highly irritated one…? That was a certain death match.
Yamato brushed off invisible dust from the sleeve of his uniform. He turned towards his senpai to see him wearing a contemplative expression. "Kakashi-senpai, what are you doing today?"
"Me?" Kakashi asked. "Hmm,"
A lengthy amount of time pass before Yamato gave the white-haired man a droll look. "Anything that'll fit Chinatsu and I into your schedule?"
"Well, I was planning on training the kids in the afternoon…" Kakashi walked down the hallway of the building. "But, I'm much too busy with…." For some reason, today the excuses just weren't coming as smoothly as it usually does.
Yamato caught onto Kakashi's lie and shook his head. "Why don't Chinatsu and I come by the training field? It's been a while since I've trained. Chinatsu can watch, and maybe later we all can go out to eat lunch or dinner. Tsunade asked me to take her out and have the view of the world. Especially since she's so bored nowadays."
"...Aa."
Chinatsu locked herself up in the room, watching the door at all times as she munched on her third batch of apple slices.
She didn't trust the woman out there…even if she did nicely cut her third apple for Chinatsu. No matter how nice and kind the black-haired woman looked, she didn't trust her. Looks were too deceiving and Chinatsu learned that first hand from her stay here. Kids were jumping at the heights of superheroes and almost every adult on sight were just as deadly as assassins.
Chinatsu sighed and curled up in her bed. A stray thought crossed her mind, making the woman sit up and peek out her window.
Kitty hadn't visited her for quite sometime. The last time she saw the blue cat (which was now monstrously full grown) had been three weeks, close to a month, ago.
An aggravated sigh echoed through the room. She was irrefutably bored. There was nothing for her to do here, nothing! Her passing days were bearable only because Yamato was here, and Kitty was always dropping by. And because Yamato never let her out of the house, which she didn't really mind since the outside world was too alien, Chinatsu was stuck inside all day.
The unimaginative woman was about to go to her desk and start doodling when her bedroom door opened.
"Yamato!" she chirped in excitement.
Damn, she really was turning into a child.
But nonetheless, Chinatsu ran over to Yamato with a wide smile, completely happy that he was back.
"Chinatsu," he nodded to her before bringing something to her attention. In his hand was a small electronic device that was vaguely familiar. He started talking in his foreign language, maneuvering the small technological machine in his hand; in a sense he was explaining it to her. When he switched on a button, the device blinked and started playing something similar to an 8-git gameboy music.
Wait a second…is this a gameboy?
"This is for you," Yamato watched carefully as Chinatsu hesitatingly grabbed the game system. "It's for you to play whenever you're bored."
He thought it was a crafty idea. As Kakashi and Yamato were walking through the marketplace, the swarm of boys surrounding a specific area caught his eyes. He watched in interest as they were crowing and screeching about updates and battle combos. It seemed like a good idea. That is until he saw the droll look on her face.
"Do I look like an eight-year-old to you?" Chinatsu asked, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot in a fast pace angry rhythm. "Who do you think I am? I know you know that I don't know what you're saying, but that doesn't mean I don't understand what this means. I am not a child!"
Yamato sweatdropped. This wasn't really what was he expecting.
What can one expect from an angry woman?
"Well…" Yamato awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, not knowing what to do as Chinatsu was still glaring at him. "Let's go."
Those words immediately made Chinatsu's furious demeanor dissipate. "Eh? Let's go? Is that what you just said in Japanese? Where are we going? Are we actually going outside?" Apprehension and nervousness with a mixture of excitement literally sparked in her aura.
Yamato smiled down at her and nodded down the hallway. "Let's go," was all he said. He didn't need to say more, knowing that she was following him closely.
Shizune had already disappeared back into the hospital as soon as Yamato arrived. Luckily, she had delivered him good news, informing him that Chinatsu had not thrown a tantrum of any sort. Seriously, taking care of this girl was like an expert handling a time bomb. Yamato figured the tweaks and tricks to detonating it, but it could only be for a moment, no longer.
He hummed underneath his breath, walking out of the house and locking it before facing the world. Dark eyes glanced at the woman next to him to see her nervously peeking around.
Chinatsu was tightly gripping her hands. She twisted them, pressing it against the softness of her stomach as she followed closely, closely to Yamato.
If she wanted to be portrayed as anything, she'd be compared to a little ghost attempting to act as his shadow.
"Chinatsu, there's nothing to be afraid of," Yamato continued talking on and on, knowing that the sound of his voice brought some sort of comfort to her as she started to relax to some extent.
The woman's eyes were darting from side to side, taking in the foreign place she was in. Chinatsu studied the venders, the citizens, the shops, and the food, associating it with a flea market (a swapmeet, as it was called back home). She really was somewhere else; perhaps it was a third world country. Her brown eyes took in a man cutting up fish out in the open, a woman making noodles at the sideline, and a small flower shop.
Children darted at her feet, shrieking with delight as they played amongst the bustling area. Woman laughed delicately amongst each other like gossiping pigeons. Men boasted off, puffing their chest as if to prove their strength to the other.
As Chinatsu continued to walk, she couldn't help but feel awkward. Did she have a huge stamp across her forehead stating that she was a foreigner? More than once had she caught a stray glance, or a stare, that was directed straight at her. It made her utmost uncomfortable.
Chinatsu hurried to Yamato when she realized he was more than up ahead of her. She glanced a crying child at the steps of store and grimaced. Quickly, she went to the child, deposited that horrid insult of a gameboy Yamato had given her, and ran off.
"We're almost there!" Yamato called out, making a right turn till there was nothing but greenery.
Chocolate eyes took in the sight of vast green fields. There were trees planted here and there, different of sorts, along with a gentle stream with a fragile looking bridge built over it. Chinatsu couldn't help but take in a deep breath.
It was beautiful.
"Yamato-taichou!"
Birds flocked into the air from the loud voice. And sadly, that included Chinatsu. She flinched harshly, jumping into the air like a stray wild animal would and darted behind Yamato's back for safety. A chuckle reverberated from his body as he took notice of Chinatsu's sudden need for safety. She narrowed her eyes, recognizing that she wasn't attacked and poked him hard at his back for making fun of her.
He merely shook his head. "Naruto," he greeted.
"Are you training with us?" The blond asked excitingly. "I heard from Kakashi-sensei that you were coming! We were just starting out with our taijutsu!"
The rest of Team Seven were revealed from the trees.
"Are you ready to spar?" Kakashi asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave a smile. "I thought you'd be too busy cooking in your pink apron to train with us for the first hour or so."
As soon as Chinatsu heard that voice she literally straightened up to her toes. She peered around and noticed it was 'Ga-ga-ji', and was about to call out for him when Yamato roared with laughter. He turned around, hauled Chinatsu over his shoulder (who screeched and cursed at him) and went to a nearby tree.
Yamato gently deposited Chinatsu against a tree, laughing as her furious face turned to him. "Now, now, don't be so angry." He gently flicked her nose, which was retaliated with a swipe of her hand. "Just stay here and watch-"
"What the hell was that for, you asshole?" Chinatsu picked herself from the ground and stabbed a finger in his face. "Why couldn't you just tell me you wanted me to sit here instead of hauling me around like a caveman!" As much as Chinatsu wanted to rant more, due to her embarrassment of being carried around like a sack of rice, Yamato's hands started moving around in funky positions.
"Just watch," he repeated as soon as he finished with his hand seals.
The man turned around to see Team Seven already in action. Soon enough, he threw himself into the fray and felt as if his muscles were finally about to enjoy a hard workout.
Chinatsu's jaw dropped as she watched the four move around with a speed of a cheetah. No, it definitely had to be faster! She collapsed onto her derriere, eyes widen and unblinking as she watched them gracefully going in and out of the 'death ring', as she would like to call it. She watched as they spiraled in the air, twisted away from close enough hits, and delivered their own punches that could be heard from where she was sitting.
They were like martial artists, masters of the human body. But they weren't sparring, she supposed. They were laughing, grinning madly, and making jokes.
Are they…are they circus entertainers?
I was going to add more, but the chapter was already getting too long D:
Some may already recognize the kitten, lol. You may ask but I won't make any promises of answering. Everything will eventually start explaining itself c: In the next chapter, it'll explain a bit more, along with more entertaining of Chinatsu adjusting to the new world, as I'd like to put it ;D
Yamato and Chinatsu have developed a sort of big brother-little sister bond, lol. It may seem fatherly at some point, too.
I started reading Naruto the other day and I've been eating that up like a vacuum. I'm AMAAAZED at what I have missed throughout all these years. I've passed Naruto vsing Pein, and the abruption of the Kage meeting. Now I'm on Sasuke vs Danzo! I'm so excited for that part! :DDD I'm still a bit far from the ending (of what has been updated), but I'm getting there! Therefore, all of my plans for this story has been thrown out the window and remodeled to somewhat fit the structure of the manga (:
I've been molding over the thought of writing a KimimaroxOC story, and probably will be uploading it soon. I'm not sure what his personality is like, but I will be doing research. Feel free to drop any information about Kimimaro and your thoughts of it if you can! (:
Btw, I have to say this, Chojito is so freaking adorable. I saw him escorting Mei to the Kages meeting, and I wanted to hug him :3
Thank you my reviewers! You keeping me going with these chapters! I'm already starting on the next one, haha!
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