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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! MASASHI KISHIMOTO DOES! I also do not own any of the characters within this fan fiction, save for the ones that I already claimed as my own and shall repeat later!
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Chapter Twenty-One: The Final Battles! The Blanket of Death!
"Let's do this," Tsuko beamed as she thrust her hand up, glancing at Emiko, who kept her position ready while Mitasu shifted a bit uncomfortably, "Let the ninth match BEGIN!"
At first, neither moved. Mitasu kept his eyes locked on Emiko, as if daring her to begin first, but on the inside, his mind was racing faster than any body flicker technique there was. He clenched his fists as Emiko stared at him, her hands flat at her sides. She seemed to be analyzing him carefully. Mitasu held his breath, then darted forward first as he whipped out a kunai. Emiko's eyes flashed, narrowing as she shot off to the side to avoid Mitasu's sharp slash. Almost immediately, the Byakugan in her eyes was turned on as she whipped around, swinging her hand back to smack into Mitasu's back.
Mitasu ducked and rolled just in time, barely avoiding the tips of Emiko's fingers as she spun on her heel before skidding a couple feet away from Mitasu. She frowned, pressing the pads of her fingers to the cement floor firmly.
He's pretty fast… At first glance, I thought he was just going to be like his stepbrother, Shisui. I'll have to be as fast as I can to end this battle quickly. She thought and gave a nod, more to herself. She bolted forward, swinging a hand up to slam into Mitasu's jaw only to have his fist thrust forward, slammed right into her ribs. Emiko winced, gasping as blood dribbled down her chin. She immediately flipped back, grasping her ribcage to feel the broken bone.
Mitasu was holding his jaw where a bruise formed from Emiko's hit, while the hand he used to attack Emiko was now glowing a cool green color. Emiko's eyes narrowed as she recognized the medical style ninjutsu. She ran forward again, doing a flip over Mitasu, who thrust several senbon in her direction. Emiko whipped around in the air, deflecting the weapons before she landed with a skid on the cement.
She raced forward again, aiming her hand at Mitasu's face. Mitasu yelped in surprise at the straight forward attack and flew back, landing on his hands and quickly bringing his feet up to kick Emiko in the face if she hadn't of jumped up.
The Byakugan in her eyes seemed to flare as she narrowed her eyes in concentration before making a hand sign and muttering under her breath.
"Eight Trigrams… Sixty Four Palms!" Emiko landed on the ground before taking position, her hands moving in a blur of motion. Mitasu could only take a step back before each outstretched palm was thrust against his vital points.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
In moments, Mitasu on his knees, panting for air, feeling sluggish. He grimaced, then glanced up at Emiko who stood in front of him calmly, her arms at her sides.
"I'm amazed, most people would've fallen on their face. You didn't copy your stepbrother, did you?" Emiko mused quietly. Mitasu shook his head lightly, then cocked his head up at her.
"Not my thing…" He responded under his breath, then glanced out the corner of his eye at Tsuko, who blinked at attention, then gave a nod as she thrust a hand up.
"Hitsuki Emiko wins battle nine!" Tsuko announced, earning loud ear-piercing cheers from the ground. Up in the stands, Sakura cursed under her breath and rose to her feet.
"Might as well go take Mitasu to the hospital…" She muttered, turning to go without a word to her ex-husband until Nakusu stopped her. His hand grasped her wrist tightly, making her head snap to the sound almost dangerously at first before her expression softened at the sight of Nakusu staring up at her.
"I am sorry, mother, but even if you really wanted to take us away from father, Shisui and I, I mean, we will not go willingly. I hope you know this." Nakusu stated. Sakura's eyes flickered lightly as she looked at Sasuke, who in turn stared at Nakusu with a bit of perplexity on his face. Sakura paused, then gave a nod and turned, walking up the steps with the only sound following her were the cheers around her and her heels clicking.
"Nakusu…"
"Just saying." Nakusu replied to his father as he settled back in his seat comfortably. Sasuke stared at him for a while longer, then turned to face the arena.
And all this time I thought he was angry at me for pulling him out of the exams… He thought, averting his eyes for a split second before looking back as Tsuko stepped into the arena after the medical ninja came back in.
"The tenth battle includes Hatake Sayuri and Tsukuyomi Arisu!" Tsuko declared, glancing up at the balcony where the Genin were situated. Arisu smirked faintly as she reached up, adjusting her dark purple glasses before she hopped onto the railing. Kazuhiko stood beside her, leaning on said railing with a flat expression.
"You should back out." He stated. Arisu blinked, then flashed him a sharp look.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She demanded icily, her orchid hair falling over her shoulders while her silver bangs hid the vein pounding in her forehead. Kazuhiko glanced at her, then rested a hand on the jar on his hip. Inside, the darkness swirled violently, almost as if trying to shout for attention. Kazuhiko looked at his sister.
"She's a lot stronger than she looks, Arisu. If you don't wanna humiliate yourself, you should back-"
"No way," Sayuri interrupted them, coming in between and making Arisu jump a little and turn to glare, "If she wants to get her ass kicked, then I say she can go for it." Arisu's gold and pale pink eyes seemed to charge with electricity as she gritted her teeth. She swung around and hopped off the railing, moving into position. Sayuri smirked cockily, stepping up to the rail.
"Between you and me," Kazuhiko drawled, making Sayuri glance at him slightly in annoyance, "I'm hoping you can beat some sense into her."
"With pleasure." Sayuri responded, but none too kindly. The fact that this guy was probably still digesting her teammate's corpse was making her sick to her stomach, so she shook her head quickly before hopping over the side of the railing and landing into place.
"Good luck you two." Tsuko winked, flicking her tongue out before flinging a hand up and shouting to begin. Arisu wasted not a moment and began to whip out hand signs, only getting part way through before Sayuri swung a kunai at her. Arisu winced and caught it just before it hit her chest, her hands bleeding from catching the blade. She jerked her head up, glaring icily as Sayuri stuck out her tongue before rushing forward.
Arisu flinched, tossing the kunai away and swinging up at hand that began to glow a pale blue. Sayuri quickly skidded to a stop, her dark eyes flashing as she barely managed to avoid the attack. She swung her foot up right after, kicking Arisu in the jaw. Arisu went flying, then slammed into the concrete with a painful crack. Sayuri smirked as she lowered her foot.
"At this rate, you're hardly much of a challenge." She mocked, earning a dark scowl from Arisu, who got to her feet. Arisu swung her hand out toward Sayuri, flexing her fingers apart. The glowing blue aura stretched before it became sharpened ends on her fingers. Arisu flung her hand back, then forward toward Sayuri, who flinched.
Five razor sharp objects hurled toward her, whistling through the air. Sayuri immediately jumped up, just barely avoiding them before she came back to the ground, whipping out a kunai. Arisu was rushing at her in an instant, taking out her own kunai.
The weapons clashed together, sparks flying as both weapons flung back, smacking into the concrete. Sayuri took her chance, when Arisu averted her eyes to the fallen weapons, and thrust her fist forward. Arisu gasped, blood flying out her mouth as Sayuri's fist collided with her gut. She went flying across the arena, slamming into the ground. She cursed, spitting blood to the ground as she glared at Sayuri, who smirked.
"Is that it?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip, but she knew even as she spoke that Arisu wasn't even close to being finished. Arisu rose to her feet and in a flash, her hands were moving, catching Sayuri off guard so she only had time to blink before the scenery before her changed. She went still as the world seemed to ripple, morphing into what appeared to be the scene from the second portion of the exams. Almost immediately, Sayuri recognized what was going to happen as she watched Uwasa easily kicking back a Kumogakure shinobi.
"That's pretty sick." Sayuri muttered, glaring around in hopes of finding Arisu, but she wasn't seeing the girl anywhere. She went to step forward, but suddenly, something cut into her ankle, making her wince. There was nothing there, but the wound on her ankle was real enough. Sayuri didn't move now, merely lifted her eyes in time to see Uwasa turn.
"Uwasa, move!" Sayuri heard herself shout but it was muffled sounding. In a flash, a sharp piece of earth shot forward through Uwasa's torso, making him gasp. Sayuri flinched as blood splattered across her face, caking her in thick gooey tendrils. She froze, staring at the scene before her before she gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.
She's underestimating me… The reason I'm pushing as hard as I am is because I swore I'd become a Chuunin. I know Uwasa's backing me up. He wouldn't want me to be affected by such a lame jutsu… Sayuri thought before a smile crept onto her face. It fell away quickly as she sighed and collapsed to her knees, slumping forward with her eyes closed.
The scenery immediately changed back to reveal gashes in Sayuri's ankle, torso, arms, and across her face. Even so, Sayuri remained still as Arisu smirked lightly, walking forward. Arisu flipped up a kunai, gripping it tightly.
"You're a shame to kunoichi everywhere. Crying for a pathetic, fallen teammate… You should be glad that I'm planning to not only wipe the floor with your carcass, but wipe you off the face of the planet. Some child of the Copy ninja." She taunted, then raised up the kunai, swinging it down toward Sayuri's head.
KUH-SMACK!
Arisu gasped as Sayuri's grip caught her wrist, just an inch from the blade touching her hair. Sayuri glared up at her, a cocky smirk on her face.
"You're a fucking hypocrite! Look at you, dressed like you're trying to get the boys to hump your leg like a dog! If anyone's a shame, it's you!" She barked, then easily shot to her feet, whipping Arisu around by her wrist and sending her flying across the arena, slamming into a wall. Arisu winced, then flashed a glare toward Sayuri, moving to make hand signs for another genjutsu.
Sayuri whipped around and made a hand sign, revealing several clones that rushed forward while she stayed behind, making more hand signs. Sorry, but this looks like the only way to get rid of this stupid witch. She thought in annoyance and finished the hand sign, thrusting her hand downwards. Electricity screeched and crackled through the air in a web array of blue and white while the crowd 'ooed' and 'ahhed'.
Sayuri brought her hand down before bolting forward as fast as she could. Arisu heard the shrieking just as she fought off the last clone, her eyes flickering upwards and widening just as Sayuri approached her, kicking up off the ground and flipping before she rammed her hand down and forward.
CRACK-SPLUSH
Blood splattered across the cement in thick globs, pooling around two pairs of feet that became soaked with the liquid. Sayuri glared past the blood that had splashed up onto her, one again and for real. Arisu stared at her as blood bubbled from the wound through her gut. Her hand was grasped tightly on Sayuri's wrist, trembled slightly.
"Nice job," Sayuri muttered bitterly, "Grabbing my arm like that made me miss your lungs, but not your stomach." She clenched her fist, which had appeared coming out of Arisu's back. She tore her arm back, stumbling slightly as she shook off the blood and flesh. She looked at Arisu, who grimaced a bit, taking a step back before she pressed herself against the side of the arena.
"Che," Arisu retorted, her voice shaky as she placed a hand over her wound, "You don't really think this is over, do you? You have no idea what's going on, little girl…" Her voice trailed as she shut her eyes tightly, her hand beginning to glow brightly. Sayuri blinked, staring in awe as the flesh in Arisu's wound began to swallow itself up.
"What the hell?" Sayuri demanded angrily, clenching her fists. Arisu smirked at her, tilting her head back.
"Oh, please. I'm a highly skilled medical ninja, don't say you didn't expect that… I'm here to crush you before anyone else." She responded hotly, her eyes glancing toward the Genin stands. Sayuri frowned and followed her gaze. Arisu was staring intently at Kazuhiko, who seemed to stare back rather flatly, his hand resting on the jar. Arisu smirked, then looked back at Sayuri, who did the same.
"See that jar there? The one my brother has."
"Yea, so what?"
"That jar contains something as powerful as a bomb, enough to blow the stadium and people off the planet." Arisu replied calmly. Sayuri's eyes widened before narrowing to dangerous slits.
"You're lying."
"Why would I lie? If it was nothing, then Kazuhiko would be dead right now…"
"Che, some confidence you have in your brother."
"Hmph," Arisu smirked, pushing off the wall as she lowered her hand to her side, tilting her head, "Come on, you have an older brother, right? Sakumo… He's pretty handsome, for being related to you." Sayuri twitched angrily, spitting at her. Arisu ignored it, glancing up toward the arena, her eyes scanning before looking back to Sayuri.
"Your brother's pretty smart, strong. A lot of people know and love him for it, even if he doesn't admit to being so cool."
"Tch."
"Believe me," Arisu drawled, waving a hand out, shaking her head, "I know how it is, only Kazuhiko gets attention for just being the oldest and so depressing. The point of this is, Kazuhiko has something that'll kill your entire family, all your friends, and yourself. BUT, I want to kill you myself."
"You're an idiot." Sayuri seethed past clenched teeth. Arisu smiled faintly.
"No, I'm selfish, but hey, think of it this way… If I kill you know, then you won't have to worry about watching your family and friends die. Consider it mercy."
"Mercy," Sayuri rolled her eyes, taking out a kunai, "Yea, right. Whether I believe you or not, you're screwed because I'm not giving up. I swore I'd become a Chuunin and I'm going to do it."
"Hmph." Arisu shrugged, then whipped her hand out to punch Sayuri, but the Konohagakure kunoichi easily ducked to the side, swinging her kunai around. Arisu's eyes flashed as the kunai slammed right into her side, making her wince. Sayuri whipped around and kicked Arisu hard in the back, sending her sprawling, rolling a bit, onto the concrete.
Arisu spat up more blood, frowning as she glared at the pool around her. I shouldn't have wasted that time… In doing so, I didn't have enough time to heal entirely. She thought angrily, then whipped around, catching Sayuri's legs between her own and knocking her to the ground. Sayuri winced as the back of her head smacked into the concrete, sending bright flashes of colorful lights popping up across her vision momentarily.
Arisu swung herself into a sitting position, wincing as the skin hiding her wound began to rip upwards. She ignored it as she brought a hand up, allowing the chakra to gather in her palm before she aimed to swing it down. Sayuri's vision came back just as the glowing orb came crashing down toward her face. She jerked her head to the side, barely avoiding it as Arisu's fist crashed into the cement. Arisu barked out several curses as the bones in her hand audibly crackled. Sayuri took her chance and punched Arisu hard in the face, snapping her glasses in two. Arisu flew back into the ground, her head cracking against the cement as Sayuri scrambled to her feet, wincing at the slight dizziness inside her.
She swung her foot out as Arisu tried to sit again, knocking Arisu back a final time. There was silence that followed before Sayuri realized Arisu was no longer moving nor going to move.
"The winner of the tenth match is Hatake Sayuri!" Tsuko yelled happily, although, she knew something was wrong as Sayuri stepped up to her fallen opponent. Sayuri frowned as she stepped up beside Arisu. Blood had become a thick puddle around her, coming from her torn wound as well as a wound cut in the back of her head.
Is she… Dead? Did I kill her? Sayuri thought, her eyes widening slightly. She looked up as the medical team raced out quickly with their supplies, only two stopping to assist her.
"Is she dead?" Sayuri asked a pale, blonde-haired medical ninja. He turned to glance at her with curious blue eyes, a beauty mark under his left eye while his skin was lightly tanned.
"She's got some serious wounds. We're going to have to take her to the emergency care center… Right now, her fate is cloudy." He explained calmly, studying Sayuri closely.
"Oh… Okay…" She murmured, but she got a bad vibe off this weird medical ninja. It was almost as if he was analyzing her. She turned and followed the other two medical ninjas while the blonde medic turned to a red-eyed 'medic' beside him.
"Her face is awfully similar." He murmured. The female medic ninja narrowed her red eyes as they slowly turned black, blacker than night.
"Indeed… But don't waste your time contemplating. My student is dying."
"Oh, right, right… But at least you'd still have two left, right?" The blondie smirked, cocking his head, only to receive another red-eyed glare. He sighed, but got to work carrying the stretcher.
"Battle eleven," Tsuko announced, "Between Yagani Yuko and Uchiha Haruhi!" She looked toward the Genin stands, holding up a finger however to halt as the arena needed to be scrubbed clean. Haruhi shifted uncomfortably, averting his eyes toward Yuko, who was looking back at him before looking out the arena with a light sigh. A hand smacked on her back, making her jump and turn to see Lei standing behind her, all bandaged up and wearing a new Chinese-style pine green jacket that reached his ankles.
"Go for it, Yuko! I'm rootin' for ya! And try not to make it all messy." He added with a closed-eye smile. Yuko stared at him for a bit, then gave a nod before looking out to the arena, watching the mops soak up the blood. She grimaced slightly, clenching her fists over the railing.
"That was pretty bloody…" She murmured. Lei nodded, tilting his head from side to side to scan the arena.
"Rather amusing… Oh, but sorry about your sister!" He added quickly as he realized Kazuhiko was standing to his right. Yuko glared at Lei before looking at Kazuhiko to see his reaction.
Nothing. Kazuhiko seemed as daydreamy as usual before he glanced out the corner of his eye and back to the arena.
"Don't apologize to me… She deserves it for running in like a cocky brat." He answered calmly.
"But she's your sister." Yuko pointed out quietly, studying Kazuhiko's plain expression. To Kazuhiko's right, Haruhi merely rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest and giving his head a shake.
He's just putting on a show… Or maybe he's just really that cold-hearted… He thought, glancing toward Kazuhiko, but he found his eyes drifting down to the jar on said boy's waist. Haruhi frowned, watching as the darkness inside swirled up toward the cap of the jar.
"You may enter the arena!" Tsuko called up to them. Haruhi and Yuko jumped at attention before jumping out onto the concrete. They took up their positions, facing each other with serious expressions as Tsuko flung her hand out, calling out the beginning of the match.
Haruhi's dark purple, almost black eyes, became red with Sharingan as he immediately whipped out a kunai, rushing forward. Yuko's eyes widened slightly before she whipped out several shuriken on one hand, a kunai in the other. She flung the shuriken forward, only to have them easily blocked by Haruhi's kunai.
Their weapons crashed together loudly, sending sparks flying. Yuko's eyes seemed to be locked right with Haruhi's for a split second before they dropped to his feet. Yuko pushed back, skidding before she caught her balance and threw her kunai forward, making a hand sign.
The kunai burst into a jagged spear of screeching flames. Haruhi's eyes narrowed as he jumped up, flipping over the attack and listening to it explode behind him as it hit the concrete.
Haruhi made a few hand signs before leaping back, using fire ball jutsu to create a large wall of flames that licked at the sky hungrily. Yuko's eyes narrowed in concentration as she made a hand sign, thrusting her hands downwards as flames crept up along her body, setting her aflame quickly.
She bolted forward, blending with the fire before her easily. On the other side, Haruhi was quickly making a hand sign before he looked up. Yuko blinked as their eyes locked, much to her surprise that he could even see her through the hot flames. In that moment, an odd sensation came over Yuko. She felt as if someone was thrusting a finger at her brain violently, probing around for something.
She quickly shook her head and shot backwards behind the wall of flames, her own flames going out as she landed on her feet, trying to overcome the dizziness. She paused, frowning as the flames subsided slowly, billowing downwards. Haruhi was staring at her now, his fists clenched before they whipped up into a hand sign.
Yuko blinked and in a flash, she felt all the air in her lungs rush out as bubbles floated above her. In the blink of an eye, she found herself dunked deep under water. The water was tugging her down, down, down, deeper into the murky abyss. She opened her mouth and water rushed in, clogging up her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, reaching up to grasp at her throat for a moment before realization hit her.
Genjutsu! But how did he know…? She thought, her hands slowly lowering to make a release hand sign. In a flash, all the water around her whipped around into oblivion to reveal the cleared arena and Haruhi frowning at her, taking out a kunai and ready to attack again.
Yuko's eyes flashed and she moved quickly, making a hand sign. Fire exploded towards Haruhi, who leapt back, making a fire jutsu himself to deflect the attack. Fire screamed upwards in a thick wall toward the sky, sending black smoke rising. Haruhi stepped back, putting a hand over his face to block the heat as he squinted into its blurry mass.
Just in time for Yuko to come bursting through, fire engulfing her as she swung her fist back, slamming it forward into Haruhi's chest. He flew back and slammed into the concrete harshly, rolling a bit before he hit the wall. He gasped in pain, wincing a little as he struggled to his hands and knees.
Pain racked his body as he looked down to see that the flaming punch to his chest and burnt the skin rather severely, revealing blistering red goo. Haruhi didn't move, staring at it before he glanced up at Yuko, who was pulling out a kunai. Haruhi went to take out his own, but Yuko's kunai slammed into the palm of his hand, pinning it.
"Damn it!" Haruhi barked out angrily, grimacing slightly. Tsuko studied Haruhi's position, receiving a nod from said boy before smirking up at the on-lookers.
"The winner of this match is Yagani Yuko!" She declared aloud. The crowds roared with excitement as the medical team raced out onto the arena to tend to the wounded. Tsuko looked at her scroll, her eyes glowing as she lifted them to the crowd.
"The next and final match will be Hatake Sayuri versus Harsuzoi Aoi!" She proclaimed, looking toward the entrance where Sayuri was just making her way out, blinking before smirking lightly.
Well, just got outta some bandaging and I have to fight that asshole, huh… Haven't seen him since his match with Mitsuru… She thought, then averted her eyes with a light frown at the thought of Mitsuru. She'd seen him at the hospital, but he was still unconscious and receiving about the same treatment as Arisu. She'd also seen the Huyu boy, Aoi's teammate. According to the medical ninja, he was the one in the worst condition as every time he awoke, he was ripping at his skin, attempting to tear himself apart.
Whatever jutsu Lei used on him, it's still in effect and it's pretty bad… I'd only seen Huyu conscious once while I was at the hospital… She thought as she stepped out into position, but looked toward the entrance, seeing no sign of Aoi. She looked at Tsuko, who cocked a brow, glancing at the sky and the sun's position before looking back.
"Well then… It seems you may just win due to def-"
"DEFAULT MY ASS, I'M HERE!" A voice shouted angrily. Tsuko jumped and glared at the entrance. Sayuri frowned and followed the proctor's eyes. Aoi came walking through the entrance, his pale skin bearing several band-aids while his amber eyes glowed behind his disheveled dark hair. His dark gray, long sleeved zipper was still intact with the tiger-stripe like rips matching those in his pants. The katana on his back was good as clean, but his shoes were stained with dried blood as the headband around his waist sparkled in the sunlight.
Behind him, a medical ninja with a very evident bruise on his face stumbled after.
"Aoi, you're not ready to be fighting…!" His voice trailed as Aoi whipped around, flipping him the finger and sticking out his tongue.
"Bite me, jackass! I'm fighting that girl anyway!" He retorted, then whipped around to smirk at Sayuri, who's eyes narrowed dangerously at the insult. Aoi approached his position, a few feet before Sayuri.
"About time. I've fucking killed two of your teammates, now it's time for you." He taunted, folding his arms over his chest. Sayuri scowled.
"Mitsuru's not dead, nor will he die. He's a lot stronger than you give him credit for, ass clown." She snapped back. Aoi blinked, then cocked a brow, smirking again.
"Tch, it's all right, girly, I'll let you fantasize that while I'm beating the fucking shit outta you and your pretty little ass." He answered. Sayuri felt heat rise in her face, mostly out of anger. Tsuko frowned, bringing her hand up, mentally willing Sayuri to kill this thing.
"BEGIN!" She declared. Aoi whipped out several shuriken in one hand, moving so quickly that Sayuri barely had time to dodge to the side, ducking and rolling before skidding to her feet as the shuriken dotted a line after her. She jerked her head up to glare at Aoi as he smirked at her, reaching behind him and unsheathing his katana.
"Do your fucking best, little girl," He mocked, "That mutt of a teammate of yours didn't even scratch me."
"Bull shit," Sayuri spat angrily before forcing a mocking laugh that made Aoi's expression twist into a sneer, "Ha! I saw you! When Mitsuru electrocuted you like that, you screamed like a baby!"
"Shut your damn mouth!" Aoi barked and lunged forward, slashing his katana sharply toward Sayuri's face. Sayuri glared and dodged to the side, swinging her foot up and kicking Aoi's hand, knocking the katana flying through the air. Aoi glared at her before he made a hand sign. A chunk of the earth jerked upwards, making Sayuri lose her balance.
A round piece of earth, carrying both Sayuri and Aoi, shot into the air, allowing Aoi to grab his katana again so he could smash it down at her. Sayuri rolled out the way just in time, almost sliding off the edge, but she scrambled back and ducked another slash from Aoi, ducking between his legs and whipping around to kick him hard. Aoi skidded forward before he jammed his katana into the ground, whipping around off his feet and getting back on perfectly.
He smirked and let go of his stuck katana, reaching into his weapon pouch with both hands and whipping out shuriken, each one carrying very powerful paper bombs. Sayuri's eyes flashed as she stepped back.
"Tell your teammates I said SEE YA, SEE YA! WOULDN'T WANNA BE YA!" Aoi shouted tauntingly and flung the shuriken forward, back flipping off the mound of earth and landing down below.
Most of the shuriken were dodged… Most. One stuck in Sayuri's shoulders, one in the palm of her hand as she caught it while the others hit the ground around her, the tags on all of them immediately igniting. Sayuri glared at them and quickly ripped them off, doing a back flip and ignoring the searing pain in her shoulders and hand.
She landed on the ground below, breathing hard as the explosions from above went off all together like a chorus of ear-shattering CRACK-A-BOOMS! Sayuri glared at the mound of earth as it crumbled.
Chidori… It's the only way to really kill this guy, get rid of him for good for hurting Mitsuru and killing Uwasa… But I've already used it once. I wasted it on that stupid girl… Two more times only, even so, it'll wipe me out! This is my chance to burst through the rubble… She thought, then made the hand signs quickly as she leapt back a few feet, charging up the speed as the rubble crashed down, creating a huge cloud of smoke.
She swung her hand back, grimacing as pain shot up her arm. Electricity crackled sharply through the air like a million birds chirping as she skidded back before rushing back forward as fast as she could. She leapt through the dust and came through in time to see Aoi turning back around quickly to stare in surprise.
The screeching wad of electricity crackled through Aoi's chest, blood splattering out to the concrete. Sayuri smirked, but it fell away as she realized her mistake. The electricity faded as the false Aoi began to melt and harden.
Clay engulfed her arm, holding her completely still as she tried to break free. She looked around to see Aoi bursting up from the ground, laughing out loud.
"Caught ya! Didn't think I knew about that, think again! I saw you use it on that girl a while ago when I ran away from the hospital! Smooth move, little girl!" Aoi laughed as he swung his katana around to slash Sayuri through her mid-section. Sayuri winced and made a hand sign, releasing a shadow clone that swung around and slammed into Aoi, knocking him off course and making his katana hit the ground at the real Sayuri's feet.
Aoi stabbed the clone in the face, smirking lightly in satisfaction of it before he scrambled to his feet.
"You can't summon clones for the rest of this match, girly!" He yelled, then whipped out a kunai and thrust it forward before Sayuri could even blink. Sayuri managed to step off to the side, then winced as the kunai stuck in the clay around her arm revealing a fluttering paper bomb.
Shit… No, wait… If that explodes, my arm'll be free and I can use chidori a final time, but this time, I can't be so careless. I have to focus and find a perfect entry point. She thought with a confident nod, then squeezed her eyes shut and waited as the paper bomb floated with flames.
KABOOM!
The explosion sent Sayuri flying through the air, slamming into the arena wall on the other side of the area. Aoi laughed, reaching round and grabbing up his katana, clenching it tightly in his fist as he approached Sayuri, who had fallen flat to the ground, breathing hard for air as she grasped at her busted ribcage.
Blood bubbled around a rub that had pierced through her skin, its whiteness glowing amongst all the deep red. Sayuri looked up as Aoi stood over her with his katana up, his expression lit up with excitement.
"I might just take my time with you, brat. Girls like you are so fucking fun to play with!" He snickered, then swung his katana back, slamming it into the ground. He reached down, grabbing up a handful of Sayuri's short silver hair. He tore her to her knees, reeling his fist back. He rammed it straight into her gut, making her gasp and cough up a glob of blood.
He smirked and tore her up further, grabbing her throat now so she was dangling over the ground. Sayuri glared at him and spat a bit of blood at his cheek. Aoi smirked anyway before grinning widely, clenching his fist and reeling his other fist back.
Now! Sayuri thought as she finished the hand signs she had begun to weave. She reeled her fist back and swung her fist forward, electricity crackling loudly and powerfully.
KRACK-KUH
SPLASH
Blood caked the arena in a deep red sea, the heat of it curling. The red liquid splattered up on Sayuri as well as Aoi, who's eyes widened, his body stiffening. Sayuri pried Aoi's fingers from her throat and she hit the ground, her arm ripping out of Aoi's chest, just between his lungs. He was still frozen as the blood gushing in torrents to the ground, each time his heart beat.
His eyelids fluttered at last as his arm fell to his side, his legs collapsing so he fell to his knees. Sayuri grimaced, pulling herself up out of the puddle of blood, getting on her hands and knees. She glanced out the corner of her eye at Aoi, who was struggling to stay coconscious now. Blood dribbled down the sides of his mouth and down his chin, staining his gritted teeth.
"Fucking… Shit…" Aoi managed to curse. Sayuri spat up some blood, wiping her mouth as she slowly forced herself to her feet, glaring down at Aoi, who was glaring at her past tired eyelids. She noted that the color in his eyes were beginning to fade.
"Go to hell, you murderous bastard." Sayuri spat at him and reeled her open palm back.
SMACK!
Her hand slapped across Aoi's face, leaving an angry red mark on his cheek as his head flung to the side. His eyes closed with that and he fell backwards into his blood, the sound of his jaw cracking slightly following.
"The winner of the final battle is Hatake Sayuri!"
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A/N: o-o I am soooo sorry this took so long. I sort of lost inspiration, but it came back to me with a little researching and stuff and the new chapter. YAY, that made me get all excited xD! Weird to get excited over a war o.0; Well, anyway, sorry if the beginning seemed rushed… I mostly have ideas for when the Genin return to their villages O:! Well, next update should be tomorrow unless something happens… I've started drivers' ed so it's been taking up a lot of my time. Geh. Anyway, that's it! Thanks so much for reading, hope the characters are in character, and your reviews would be very much appreciated!