Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Haruka is mine though. How many times do I have to tell you?
Okay, my lateness is really uncalled for, and my excuses are really pathetic and I can't even use my rewrite excuse, seeing that I wasn't working on my should though. My 1st pathetic excuse is school. I go to it, I'm not home all day. 2nd excuse I can be distracted easily, and I've had more things to distract me lately, like shiny fingernails. 3rd excuse, world history. I hate it and have a horrible teacher. 4th excuse, I'm lazy, enough said. 5th excuse remembering/figuring out how I want the rest of the story to go. 6thexcuse I have to share the computer with five other people. 7th excuse, I'm distracted by new stories that I began writing in class, and my head is filled with those ideas. Somehow I manged to get all As without paying attention. 8th excuse, drama, too much of it. Makes my head hurt. 9th Halloween. There is no way I can concentrate around Halloween. Around midterms on the other hand, no problem, so expect more stuff then. Seriously. 10th and final excuse, I forgot I had an account to this site. If I'm taking forever to update, like more then 2 weeks, private message me, review, remind me that I actually have a story posted on the internet. I've been writing forever, but I've never really posted stuff before so it is kind of weird...andeasy to forget. Now that I'm done with my pathetic excuses, on with the story.
HE Took HER! And WE Want HER Back!
Chapter 10
-Haruka's POV-
"Home, sweet home." I muttered, stepping back into my prison house, finallyhaving my tongue back. Do you know how annoying it is to be unable to talk coherently, because somebodyhas to take your tongue away, just for trying to like your nose? That is the last time I'm trying that, at least infront of Itachi.
"Living room." Itachi ordered, shutting the door behind him, pushing me towards the living room.
"What?" I asked, now standing in the middle of the living room.
"Lay down, on the ground, and go to sleep. You'll be up early tomorrow, and need rest. There is a lot of training ahead of you." he then handed me a blanket and walked away. How odd, and what is wrong with me room. Ohh well, there is some nice fluffy, white carpet in here. I curl myself up into a little ball and fall asleep, wrapped in an actual blanket. What a change.
"Haruka. Up" I felt a hand roughly shaking me, trying to awaken me.
"Five more minutes." I groaned, rolling over. I'm tired, I don't want to get up to train.
"Now." The banket is pulled away from me. I press my face against the carpet. Arms wrap themselves around me and plop! I land in a pile of snow!?
"Cold!" I shouted, jumping up, running towards the open door with Itachi leaning against the door frame.
"Now that your awake eat." He pointed to the kitchen, lazily, and shut the door.
"Okay. One question though. WHY IS THERE SNOW IN THE SUMMER!?"
"Akatsuki is working on jutsu that is making the climate cool down considerably."
"What are they doing moving the sun?" I grumbled, grabbing a piece of plain bread and biting into it.
"I don't know. I'm not clued in completely. My primary mission is to train you to be an Akatsuki member. And are you not even bothering to make it toast? It would taste better." He eyes me weirdly. I just stare back, shrugging. I'm lazy.
-Kakashi's POV-
"Is it me or is it snowing?" Sasuke asked, for the 17th time as we trudged through 3 feet of snow, just wandering as we have lost all traces of Haruka. The weather really hates us.
"Do I have to say it again? It is snowing, you are not delusional and it isn't a gen jutsu. And I don't know why it is snowing!" I am annoyed and cold. I couldn't help but snap at him. We are getting on eachother's nerves.
"We should try going closer to that house we found her at last time." Sasuke muttered softly, looking down at his feet, listening to the sloshing noise the snow makes as he walks.
"We can't get close enough, but its worth a shot." I mummured just as soft, and turn east, andcontinue on with this miserable mission. Please let Haruka be okay.
-Itachi's POV-
"Close your eyes and concentrate your chakra into them." I ordered, hoping this will possibly work to activate her Sharingan.
"I am!" She flared, opening her eyes. Just about as frustrated as I am with this.
"Well then that attempt failed. Now we're sparring." I said, grabbing a kunai, launching it at her. It embeds itself in her arm, and the snow nearby turns red.
"Ow!" she cried, jumping back and pulling the blade out and launching it back at me. Stupid move seeing she s weaponless. She should've kept it to defend herself. Who am I kidding to even think I could possibly train her well enough to be an Akatsuki member. Yeah she's improving but that is a gennin or an academy student level mistake.
I throw several shuriken at her; giving her another chance. She drops down, face first into the snow, reddening it more. One hit her leg. How couldn't she dodge it? Those were plain in sight and it was obvious they were coming! She breathes heavily and struggles to sit up. Why is it so difficult? We had barely started. Trying to open her Sharingan earlier had taken up some energy, but not enough to reduce her to this.
She manges to get on her knees, and pull the shuriken out. Then she gets in a semi-standing position and fall over. Weak. Pathetic. Disgrace. Being nice to her isn't helping her training, like she said it would. Shes actually getting weak and worse, unless something else is playing into this.
"Help, please." she gasped, falling over as she tries to sit up again, but fails miserbly.
"Would you ask your enemy for help?" I asked, coldly, walking away, into the house, leaving her there. If she can't get up and help herself, she shouldn't be alive. Shinobi aren't reliant on others unless they are weak. It makes them weaker. Being weak is useless, and causes many to die.
An hour later and there is still no Haruka. Is she really that weak? Hopefully this will toughen her up, at least a little. If it doesn't kill her. Shit! What if it does. What will I tell Leader-sama then? I run out the door, and appear next to Haruka, checking for a pulse. Finding a weak one. I pick her up, shivering at how cold she is. How can I let her nearly freeze to death again!? Now she is going to be sick and miss valuable training time again! Hopefully she at least learned something out of this.
I place her in the tub, clothes and all, and let the cold water run, gradually letting it warm up to heat Haruka up. After an hour of this I'm satisfied with how her temperature is holding up and take her out, banding her arm and leg. Both left. She really needs to become less reliant on her right side. It is obvious in her fighting she prefers her right and forgets about her left. Another thing to add to the endless stuff to work on. When will this girl ever learn?
I sigh and take her to me room and wrap her in my blankets as I have the last time when she nearly froze to death.
-Haruka's POV-
"Help, please." I manage to mutter as I failed to get up, but couldn't. It is just too cold and my muscles don't want to work for some reason it takes a lot out of me to mummer those few words.
I get a cold response. "Would you ask your enemy for help?" Very uncaring and unfather like. Who would ever guess that this man is my dad? Out of the conor of my eye, I see him walk in the house. I'm as good as dead now. He gave up. I'm too weak. I die.
I try again to get up, but can't even mange to get halfway into a sitting position. I'm losing blood. I'm cold. I'm weak. Not good. My eyes close and I fade into darkness, probably for the last time.