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"well, I know who you are sweetie." he smirked at me.
"what?"
"well ,you're the one I want, come with me and I won't hurt your boyfriend."
More growling from Gaara.
"My boyfriend can take care of himself, what would you want with me?"
"the Kichi power of course."
"as if I'd help you!"
"don't need your cooperation babe."
Gaara's sand shot out, but Yukio blurred and disappeared, reappearing behind me but unable to touch me through the wind torrent I'd whipped up.
"too slow!" he laughed.
SHING!
I whipped my Samurai sword out and twirled it around, but by then he'd already gone.
Mika flitted through a shadow and reappeared as he did, her blade slicing across his cheek.
" oh. Well I guess that means my friends can join now too."
His buddies began to enter the fray but that's when I decided to release the storm I'd compacted around me, the wind and ice and rain whipped out, slicing and throwing everything within twenty yards of me.
Unfortunately that meant my allies as well.
I screamed when I saw Gaara caught by surprise and thrown like a doll into the large rocks and disappearing, and Mika tossed high in the air to come down rather ungracefully with the twin enemies, into a tree. Yukio had embedded one of his blades into the ground, so when he was tossed he didn't go far, and unfortunately he was the first one back into the battle zone.
"Quite a wave you whipped up there, is that all you've got? If that's the case then you're less useful than I thought." he smirked, and in a blur, disappeared.
I whirled around, my eyes darting everywhere trying to find him, but I only glanced a shadow of his form before one of his Chakra blades sliced deep across my shoulder. The sting was accompanied by a liquid warmth as blood seeped into my cloths.
He twirled the blade back around and I tried to dodge but forgot about the second one, seeing it swing towards me from the other side, I winced in preparation for the blow.
It never landed.
I opened my eyes a fraction and then widened them at the sight of Gaara, a wall of sand curved in front of him to protect us.
"Gaara! I'm so sorry!"
"hn" he narrowed his eyes at my wound but apparently didn't care to elaborate further.
"Hey guys, miss me?" Mika said as she appeared out of the shadow of the wall. She seemed fine other than a spreading bruise above her eyebrow and a few scrapes.
"what about the twins?" I asked.
"I tied one of them to a tree with his weapon and charged it with my chakra, so he should stay put for awhile, the other one got back to Yukio." she reported.
"Done chatting?" said the devil himself (Yukio) from atop the sand wall. Once Gaara noticed him the wall dissolved and latched around his feet spreading up the body and crushing him once it reached his head.
Water squished out in the place of blood. It was a water clone. Damn.
I'm getting cruel! I don't want to be cruel! Cruel people are lonely and sad and end up as old people yelling at kids to get off their lawn! I don't want to yell at kids! I want to bake cookies!
Mmm… I want a cookie.
My eyes sought out the real Yukio and his buddy, who were standing several yards away.
No one was moving. Why not?
I yelped as I felt a tugging around my midsection and was yanked away from my group. The chain prickled like needles against my stomach, sharpened with chakra as it was.
The twin Mika had tied to a tree was apparently back in action, as he was pinning me to himself and holding a knife at my throat, emanating smugness with a laugh rumbling in his chest.
Gaara froze and I saw something on his face that I never wanted to see.
I made him soft, I brought him to this.
But I didn't want this.
I didn't want to see fear in his eyes.
His amazing green eyes.
A wave of Chakra burst from me whipping out with a shredding force. I turned and kicked my now stunned opponent in the stomach, hearing the sounds of another fight behind me as everyone else went into action.
He hit the ground with an exhale of breath and grunted. His cloths were rather tattered now, a thousand tiny tears and cuts all over the place from my attack.
I shrieked as my midsection burned, I had forgotten about the chain, he was now pumping chakra through it like crazy. I gasped and struggled to get the dang thing off me, succeeding after a few moment and tossing the wretched weapon away.
I turned to my teammates, Gaara fighting Yukio, Mika fighting the other twin. I rushed to help them reaching Mika first and driving my samurai sword through the enemies shoulder, causing him to spin and lash out, catching me in the side with a heavy spiked ball and throwing me.
I hit the rocks with some force and blacked out.
My blackout didn't last long because it was only a few moments before Mika reached me and hauled me to my feet, her opponent unconscious. She gave me a helping hand up just before collapsing. I scrambled away when she fell, unconscious from a blow to the back of her head, courtesy one of the twins, the one I was fighting earlier.
"that's for my brother." he spat.
I launched myself at him and pummeled his face with my fists for a moment before he tossed me away.
Apparently my fist aren't that powerful. Especially to a guy that big, I must have seemed like a fly.
After pouting at my lack of strength for a moment I darted away, out of his reach and the reach of his weapon.
I yelped when I was tugged backwards again, only when I looked it was Gaara who had pulled me to himself before enclosing us both in the sand bubble.
"Mika's unconscious." I whispered.
"hn"
Even though his grunt seemed uncaring, I felt the sand shift and send a wave out to hover protectively around Mika.
I sighed in relief that was too soon spent.
"Knock , knock. Anyone home?" Came Yukio's jeering voice. I wrapped chakra around my sword and pointed it at the sad wall in the direction of Yukio's voice. The second the sand softened I lunged, Gaara alongside me with a glass blade (made from his awesome sand).
I thought I had him. But that just shows how naive I am.
He clamped his hands around my blade and sent his own chakra wave through it, making my arms go numb, while at the same time managing to send his blade Gaara's way, making him dodge, separating us. The sword dropped from my hands.
"I'm getting bored. C'mon, gimme a challenge!" Yukio jibed.
I can't feel my hands! I don't like this sensation, it weird, I mean I can see them, but I can't feel them. Does that mean they're a hallucination? No, no my arms are not a hallucination, how on earth would I have baked all those cookies without real arms. Unless the cookies weren't real.
I am gonna be so pissed off if those cookies weren't real.
Zing!
I was torn back into reality in order to dodge one of the twins chains, and keep my eye in the process.
Chains. That means…..shit!
Thought. Too. Late.
The ball whipped back into my head and threw me towards my enemy with a skull-shattering force… wait, if its skull-shattering and my skull isn't shattered that means I have a hard head right?
I guess the blow wasn't skull-shattering, but seriously, it hurt.
I can feel blood dripping in my hair and Mika's still unconscious and Gaara is trying to fend off Yukio with that glass blade, and failing, I mean damn Yukio is fast!
He might even be faster than Sprout, the sand shield couldn't keep up!
I got kicked in the back, a reward for forgetting about my own enemy. I sprawled forward in the mud, the rain drizzling down to mix my blood with the soaked earth.
I felt him come forward to kick me again, while the other twin grabbed my hair and hauled me to my knees.
Note to self: short hair isn't short enough if they can still drag me by it.
He raised his foot and my wind whiplash caught him off balance throwing him back several yards . I twisted in the others grasp and managed to dig a Kunai into his had, forcing him to let go.
I'm getting dagger eyes from both of them now when I felt it.
That little annoyed feeling you get when someone's intruding on your personal space very creepily.
I could have cried with joy when Mika pulled herself out of my shadow and stood next to me.
"Back to back?" she asked.
"Back to back." I panted, most of the feeling back in my arms, even if that feeling was one similar to Jello.
We did just as we practiced, hooked our arms together making it hard to separate us, this would also limit movement however, we found it quite easy to swing each other around for maneuverability as long as we gave up caring what harm we may have caused our partner, we could take care of ourselves.
It was time to get serious, now that we had burned off our blind anger and settled into raw nerves.
This is were the real battle began.
