I refuse to put a disclaimer here cause everyone should be bright enough to know that I don't own Naruto. I'm pretty sure that's why this is called FANfiction.
- -Part Thirty-Eight- -
"Interesting," Itachi murmured, I almost didn't catch it.
"Come again?" I growled.
No one made a move. Itachi and Kisame had stopped.
"I said 'interesting'," Itachi repeated, his face betraying nothing.
I narrowed my eyes, "What do you mean?" I asked him.
Finally, I saw the slightest hint of a smirk form on his mouth, "It seems you don't know," he said, "Unless, of course, you're just faking."
"And why would I fake anything?" I asked him, stepping closer, "I'm not so dishonest like you two."
"My, my, touchy little thing, eh?" Kisame said tauntingly, smirking as I glared his way.
"Kisame," Itachi said, "Don't you sense it?"
He looked startled for a moment before recovering quickly, "Yes, I do. Now it won't be so easy. Or that hard, for that matter," he said, getting in a defensive pose.
"Yes," Itachi said, "Very true. It could work both ways."
Naruto coughed and everyone turned their heads his way.
"Quit," he sputtered.
I rolled my eyes, "Please, Naruto. Do you honestly expect me to stop? And this is all turning a bit dramatic, don't you think?" I asked, tilting my head to the side, "If I were watching this, I'd be cracking up right about now. But I hurt too much to laugh. I'll save that for later."
"If you manage to survive," Kisame said and grinned, "Which is very unlikely."
I nodded, "True, true, but at least I'll know I've given it all I've got," I admitted, "Now…I feel like fighting…weird."
Naruto gave a weak smile and his eyes closed slowly once again. Man, having your chakra drained must suck…
Itachi activated his Sharingan…which was odd because I wasn't much of an opponent…
"Na-na-nuh-boo-boo! You can't catch me!" I said, repeating the line children taunt others with, and ducked to the side.
A kunai flew at the spot where I would have been.
Since when did I have such good reflexes…?
"Aww come on, is that the best you can do?" I asked and stood up. Then, without realizing it, my hands started to something on their own. And then, you know, I was blowing fire. No big, right?
WRONG…
Itachi's eyes narrowed from across the room. Apparently they had avoided the flame thingy.
"It's just like I thought," Itachi mumbled in his slight mono-tone voice.
Kisame stared at him, looking, no seriously, like a fish out of water, "Wh-What do you mean?" he asked.
"You don't understand, do you?" he asked his partner in crime, "I'd explain but then, she might understand and take it to her advantage."
Quickly I ducked and a couple shuriken stars pierced the wall behind me.
"Dudes, you suck at life," I said and my hands did that weird thing again…I have an odd feeling of deja vu though.
"Smart aleck eh?" Kisame said, "Why don't we give her a piece of our power?"
But, surprisingly, Itachi held up an arm, "No," he said, "She's got too much power of her own at the moment."
"What do you mean?" I asked, dropping my hands to the side.
He blinked and his Sharingan was gone, "I don't know what triggered it, but you now have chakra. A huge amount of it, which I'm guessing is from getting it in one big rush," he said, "And now, for the moment, you have the knowledge of any hand symbol combination to form any jutsu. You just don't realize it."
"Oh," I said, "Cool…"
"Then why can't we just wait until the chakra rush has calmed down?" Kisame asked, looking confused.
"Because by then, people will come to inspect what's happening. And we won't be able to leave as quietly as we wanted. Come Kisame, we're leaving," he said, letting go of Naruto's arm.
"But," Kisame said, clearly not getting the point, "What about the fox demon boy?"
"Leave him," Itachi said, "She'll only follow us if we take him," he turned around and faced me, "But we'll be back in three years," he said, "Hope we don't meet again."
And in a flash, they were gone. Just like that.
"WHOO HOO!!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, "WE DID IT!!"
Naruto moaned and rolled over.
"Oh, right," I said and rushed to his side.
After helping him up, he looked around, "God, what happened to my house?" he asked, looking incredulous.
"Ummm…" I said, laughing nervously and looking at the dying embers of the flames that had been eating away at the walls, "Technically it's an apartment…and we should be happy you live on the top…"
He gave me a look, "You are impossible," he said before doing something that surprised me, he hugged me, "Thanks, though. For not giving up on me."
I smiled, ignoring the sudden heat in my cheeks, and hugged him back.
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-Jen-