Becoming Higurashi

Jessylane318

Souta glared angrily at Minako's sensei.

He had been in Konoha for a week and a half, locked away in some room with no light or windows. The crazy redhead had put him there after realizing he knew Kakashi. Apparently, they thought he was going to run off and tell Kakashi to kill them.

Personally, Souta thought Kakashi should be the least of their worries.

"When my sister finds out about this, she's going to beat your ass."

"Whatever sweets," said tomato with a half-shrug. He tossed him a sandwich and water bottle. It tasted sweet to his thirsty mouth. "Your sister doesn't even know you're here."

Souta glared, but didn't deny the truth. He hadn't told his family where he was going, and the ninja had snuck him through the gate in a burlap sack disguised under a genjutsu.

"Don't cry, babes," sneered the ninja. "I'll let you go as soon as we extract our revenge. By that time we'll be well out of way."

Souta laughed openly.

"Yea right! You couldn't touch Kakashi if you wanted to. He'd beat you so bad you'd crawl back in your mama's vagina!"

The ninja scowled, and Souta wondered for a moment if he had pushed him too far. Was he going to hit him? He wasn't sure what this ninja was capable. Noticing his wince, Minako's sensei made a strange face before turning in the doorway.

"Believe what you want, kid."

The door clicked shut and he was alone in the dark again. His hands tied in ropes to the reinforced hook on the wall. He had spent the first few days trying to pull the hook out, and after that he had moved to gnawing on the rope.

Tomato must have thought of both already, because the rope was hard a steel and the hook immoveable.

Souta listened intently for the sound of disappearing footsteps. Certain the ninja was gone he stood in his small cell, pouring chakra into his hands. He felt the familiar power seep into his fingers and twisted them the way Naruto had shown him.

"Anyways! I'll teach you the real way to use chakra, believe it! What you gotta do is make this sign."

His fingers crossed in front of him, he made certain to move his pinky properly.

"Okay, now you say Bushin no Jutsu!"

"Bushin no Jutsu!"

He fed the powers forcefully to his hands. They burned with warmth, but he held the sign, feeling a body form beside him. He looked over to see the image of himself staring back.

He stared at it critically. The image stared back blankly without blinking.

"Move your arm," he said softly. The image did nothing but looked back at him.

Frowning, Souta stared. After giving up on escaping, he had decided to practice what little he knew of the ninja arts. Unfortunately, the technique Naruto had shown him was incredibly tricky to understand. You had to put a very specific amount of chakra in or else the image would explode or it would form.

He had managed to learn that line fairly early, but he couldn't get the clone to move.

"Damn clone," he cursed as he took a sip from the water. "Naruto would teach me something useless."

He shrugged frowned and the clone stared blankly back. This was so stupid. Just like getting captured not even a day after going on an adventure to get stronger.

Not for the first time he cursed tomato and his stupid ideas.

Leaning back in the small room, he twisted his hands, ignoring the burn. The ropes were secure and chaffing, he would likely have cuts after this. But there was no way out of them, not unless he had a kunai or knife—both of which had been taken from him.

"We're going to get out of here," Souta told his clone honestly. The figure made no move to respond, or that it even heard.

A/N: It's my birthday! So as a gift to you all, I'm giving you this little piece, because many of you want to know where Souta disappeared to. Anyways, enjoy and review, please?