DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the of the Naruto characters or franchise only the girls involved in the series of events that follow.
A/N: I just want to announce that this fanfic has had over 1000 views already! (Blows air horn while dancing with Marisela, Michelle, Kiran.) Thanks so much for people who have made it this far. I want to thank all of you who have kept up with this fanfic and made me, Marisela, Michelle, and Kiran so happy. Which is why I'm adding a poll to see which girl's chapters you guys all love best! Eh, honestly they've been wondering that too so it's best to settle it now and put some bets on it while we're at it. Next is Kiran so be prepared for some Akatsuki infiltration (mwahaha!) and also the poll that'll come up when all her chapters have been uploaded to make things fair. As for this chapter, it's time to find out if Michelle is still able to use her soccer skills in the near future! And is it me, or does she only seem to cuss in Spanish when Sasuke is around?
Michelle- Out of the Frying Pan... (Part III)
I lean back in the wooden chair. I feel like crying. The old guy looking at my shin had to cut open my pants. I loved these pants. It's bad enough that they got hella soaked but now they just cut them in half to take a closer look at my leg. Even though I couldn't feel anything down there, once I took my first glance, I knew this leg and my soccer skills would never be the same again. Right below my knee, a dark purple bruise starts the messy view of what my leg was really going through. A large gash splits open my leg, but luckily it didn't go down all the way to my ankle, only from under my knee to about halfway down my shin. It also didn't show any bone, but then again the old guy healing it told me not to pay attention to it too much because he didn't want me flipping any tables. So who knows if that white stuff covered in blood inside my leg was bone or just snow that hasn't melted. Please let it be snow.
Below that, the rest of my leg suffered the coldness of the snow. My skin had gotten so blue, it was on the verge of turning black. The old guy had that girl Mizu get a tub of hot water for both of my legs to soak in. I literally got chills the moment my toes touched the steamy water.
However, I'd say the worst thing about the whole experience was having my clothing taken off. The old guy told me to not be nervous, but how could I not be with him being in the same place as me with only his back turned. I just hope he's not some kind of perv like Jiraiya because the only things I'm wearing are my bra and underwear. The only good thing about it was that Mizu was still there with me, using a small rag to clean up my forehead which didn't have as big a cut as my leg. Thank God. Even though she's still a girl, it embarrassed me every time I was taking something off. She still stayed here with me and the old guy said that she wanted to see if I'd be okay and even brought me a blanket to wrap around me and keep warm. Usa said the same thing but they told him to wait outside. Having him inside wouldn't be right anyway. I think I'd freak out and bitch at him, or Mizu about him being here.
I press the blanket against my cheek, wrapping it around me even tighter but still careful not to hurt my kidney or whatever it was that made my left side hurt. It's made of fur, or at least it feels like it. It's really soft and fluffy and reminds me of cats for some reason. I bury my face into it deeper as the old guy takes a small box out of the bag he has right next to him. He opens the box, revealing some green ointment stuff. It immediately smells like Vapor Rub with a strong scent of yerba buena. He sticks two finger into it and starts dabbing the stuff inside-
Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow ow, a million times, what the fuck!
My knee twitches and my face scrunches up as the sharp pain in my leg puts me in even more pain. I scoot back and forth in my chair as the old guy continues to rub the ointment all around my cut. Now I really start to cry. Why did the cut have to be so big? Small tears roll down my cheeks but before I know it, the pain slowly starts to go away. A flood of warmness replaces the pain and I'm able to be calm. Mizu gets up from the ground and walks over to me. She puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles.
"Don't worry, the Elder taking out that ointment means your injury isn't that bad."
So yes for soccer?
Looking at her face for a second time, I see that she has the same curly brownish black hair that I do. She has it down unlike me and her bangs are parted halfway like mine too. She also has some freckles like me, not noticeable at first but still there.
"What's your name?"
I decide to ignore the old guy rubbing the ointment on me and focus in on Mizu. "Michelle."
Her smile widens. "That's funny. Both of our names start with M but I've never heard that name before. Is it common from where you come from because your clothes are strange too."
Oh, shit now what?
"Yeah it is. It's popular." I mentally shrug because I don't know if that's really true. But what do I care if it's true or not? She's never going to find out anyway.
"Does your name mean anything?"
The fuck? Why is this girl asking so many questions?
"No."
She stares back at me blankly. "But every name has to have a meaning. Like mine for example, it means water."
Why do I get the feeling like that's connected to something?
"That's enough Mizu."
"Elder?"
The old man slowly stands up from his crouching position and at the same time, grabs a small towel from his bag. His gray hair is tied back but his long gray beard droops all the way to his knees with only a few colorful bows to keep it tied together. He wears a robe the color of a penny that is decorated with gold, swirly designs on the sleeves and the collar. He had a fur cape on, which is the sickest thing I've ever seen, that he took off and hung it on a small rack near the entrance of the tent we're in. He, and some other people I saw outside have some weird light blue face paint designs that go from the outside corners of their eyes and curve down and up to the outside of their noses and down again to the bottom of their chins. The old guy's face paint is more detailed though and makes him look badass like the way the Third Hokage was. May you rest in peace.
"Go and retrieve our guest some clothing Mizu. The articles she has now won't do at all. Go now, child."
Mizu stumbles as she tries to make a fast bow and sprints out of the tent. Now it's just me and him. I'm really scared.
He smiles softly. "No need to fear me or anyone here young one. No one will hurt you anymore than you already have." His voice is a bit gruff but gentle for some reason.
What does he mean by that?
"Your injury is not sever. Any longer and you have been frozen stiff before anything traumatic were to happen to you." He closes his eyes for a second and opens them slowly. He looks really scary! "Onto the matter at hand. Your arm." He holds out his hand to me, waiting for me to move. But I don't. What is this guy trying to do? I'm not letting him do anything before I smack him like I did Fucking Bitch. I just need to find a metal tray first…
He sees that I don't move so he clears his throat. "Let me ask you a more important question. Where are the rest of your companions?"
Wait, so he means Kiran, Marisela, and Thalia? How did this guy know?
He starts to chuckle. "There, now you know what I meant. We have been waiting a very long time for the four of you, the Elements. But to make sure it is you that I'm speaking of, let me see your hand."
Oh, that thing! The one with the black marking on it right? And what? Elements?
Without trying to show any skin, I take out my right hand from under the blanket and let the old guy inspect it. First looks at my middle finger where the markings start and then brings my knuckles closer to his face where the markings circle around a large symbol. He strokes his beard while doing this and turns my hand over and over. After a few seconds, he closes his eyes again, only tighter and concentrates really hard. He hums to himself before saying something.
"Then you are the ones."
Huh? I didn't get to hear anything he said. He basically said it to himself. Wait, is this one of those moments in animes where the character talks to himself out loud?
He opens his eyes quickly. "Where are your companions?"
I shake my head after some time to process what he said.
He grabs onto his chin and continues to stroke his beard. "Then I must tell you while I have the chance."
Tell me what? This shit is just like some fucking anime I swear.
"We have been awaiting you and your companions for many generations due to the changes you'll bring. Even before the time I was alive, we have been waiting. It is said that long ago, one such as myself, a keeper of our clan, foresaw a future in which four individuals traveled from a foreign land far beyond our reach to touch down here in a brilliant white flash of light as an announcement of their presence to our world. They would be known as the Elements. It has never been foretold whether the changes you and the others will bring mean harm or not, but only that you determine the future of this world." He takes a deep breathe. "We know that they have been said to have such marking as your own and with said imprints, can control a power only few possess, but greater. If brought together with your powers matured, you are able to cause even time to alter and in the hands of evil bring mass destruction. That is why we have told this to the Councillors of the Five Great Nations for generations in hopes of having the opportunity to refrain from the clutches of our enemies to have you all within their grasps."
What did he just say? That Kiran, Marisela, Thalia, and me can cause the world to end? That's what he said right? And something about bad guys? Holy shit are we part of a prophecy?! Okay, now this is seriously turning into some cliche anime shit. We're chosen ones! Like that's some red flags right there, even though it's kind of exciting.
"It must be difficult for you to absorb such information, but for the time being, feel free to stay with our clan as we inform the Councillors of your presences and search for your comrades before it is too late."
I have no words to say to this. Me? A person that can cause the Naruto world to end? You have got to be fucking kidding me. This is some bullshit.
"You're serious?" is all that I say to the old guy.
He gives me one of those stares. "The fate of the world lays in your fingertips and you presume that I intend to make this all a jest?" He scoffs and throws his arms in the air, giving me a frown. "I see even in your lands the children of the next generation cannot be trusted with deeds of importance. All you children ever think about are the opposite sex and frivolous actions that can bring nothing but shame into our families."
Old guy has some sassiness in him! I thought he'd be more... old-like. Then again he has bows in his beard. Fuck it, I'll trust what he says. But yeah right. Me, having powers? That's just mean to say. But… I am in the Naruto world, so maybe there is a chance of me having some sort of powers. Dude, I need to learn how to use chidori and rasengan and fang over fang and gentle fist and get some sharingan and do some jutsu and-
"I have her clothing here, Elder!"
Mizu barges into the tent with a pile of clothing stacked in her arms and some boots hanging off her fingertips.
"Thank you Mizu."
The old guy walks over to Mizu who's still standing at the entrance. The old guy pats the top of her head and smiles at her. So where's all that talk of our generation bringing shame shit talk that you were bitching about two seconds ago?
Mizu smiles widely at him.
"Now then Mizu, I entitle you to keep watch of our guest until further notice. I hope you and the rest of the children would make her feel welcomed. If you would, please use the ointment I left to treat her other wounds." He turns back around before leaving. "Oh, and have the tailor come in to sew her leg. Yes, yes, that's what it was that I was forgetting."
Oh hell no. No needles, no sewing. Nope, nope, nope. I'd rather get taken in my Karin than let me leg be sewed up. I mean, look at it, it's-
I start to feel dizzy. I saw white.
Without a moment to breathe, Mizu says, "Of course, Elder!"
The two-faced old guy smiles one last time before exiting the tent.
Mizu then looks over at me and continues to smile as she brings me the piles of clothing I can't wait to put on. She brushes some snowflakes from the top but they fall onto me. She doesn't notice that I'm about to faint and instead keeps humming to herself, in her own little world. The flakes land on my thighs and gradually, start to melt on the blanket. I look up at her to keep me from thinking about the bone sticking out in my shin and see that the smile she has on her face is not the same as what her eyes are saying. I think about this twice and shake my head. No, the old guy said I can trust everyone. I won't get hurt...
Dun dun dun! A prophecy has been foretold and Michelle's the first to find out! Ironic since she's always the last to find out about anything. No seriously, she was even the last one to know about this fanfic, no joke. Anyway, onto Kiran's chapter! Second star to the right and straight on until morning, or something like that. Don't forget about the poll that'll be released when that last chapter of her's is submitted. Until later!