Alright, let's do a little recap. Went on my first mission, which I can't tell if it was a success or not. On one hand, we accomplished our goal and safely delivered the client to his destination. On the other hand, my hands got shredded! At least Kakashi re-wrapped my hands; they feel slightly better now.
Now, I jogged after an infuriated Minato. His angry march through the streets bordered on a childish tantrum, which actually seemed like an accurate description at the moment. I smirked internally at the fact I could tease him later for it if his mood improves. But what if it doesn't? What will I do then? Will they throw me out for being dishonest with them, but they're too nice for that. Right? But they are ninjas and ninjas are meant to deceive. So technically that makes me not telling them anything alright however morally it's not. Ya, the characters were so nice in the comics that there is no way for them to drop me…right?
My internal ramblings continued as I followed my sensei. I didn't even know where we were going I was so lost in my mind. My thoughts kept escalating until I had a dramatic, rushed debate in my mind about Minato's (and possibly Kushina's) reactions to the truth. I hunched in on myself, cradling my hands more and did my best to hug my chest as if trying to hold myself together. My trust issues were acting up, and I realized that and berated myself for it, but at the same time I couldn't stop it.
"Hello," a sweet voice interrupted my thoughts, jolting me back to reality. I finally acknowledged my surroundings, taking in the pristine white walls and the smell of cleaning supplies. Great, the hospital. Why did Minato come here?
"Hello," Minato replied to the nice receptionist, leaning against the counter in a falsely relaxed posture, "I need the medical records of this young lady right here." The woman twisted her head to get a glimpse of me behind Minato, and when her eyes brightened in recognition I knew there absolutely no way I could bullshit my way out of this pickle now.
"Hannah!" She exclaimed. I shyly smiled back, avoiding the accusing glare of Minato.
"Hi Melissa," I responded shortly. Her smile faded a little bit and her face gained a confused glaze.
"Are you alright? You aren't due back for another appointment for another week, but you look, let's say, not so well." I looked down at myself. I was still hunched over, almost caving in on myself exactly like a terrified child. The barest hint of red blood could be seen leaking through the fresh bandages on my hands, and I realized my entire body was shaking. Jeez Hannah pull yourself together. I straightened up, let my arms hang at my side, and forced myself to stop shaking.
"Thanks, but I'm alright," I answered, "so let's just leave since everything seems to be fine here. Okey dokey? Cool." I slowly started shuffling towards the entrance of the hospital, but a firm grip on my arm stopped me.
"Not gonna be that easy," Minato stated, "Melissa I need those documents. I'm her guardian at the moment and have permission to access those files." Melissa warily looked between Minato and I before ultimately turning away to look through the draws of files. I mean, who would disobey an order from the soon-to-be Hokage?
The brunette woman finally handed Minato a stack of papers, a larger amount than what a normal 16 year old should have. He took the stack carefully, tucked it into his juunin vest, and then guided me out of the building at a fast pace. I could briefly here the goodbye from Melissa, my nurse, before I fully exited the building.
It might've been the situation, but the sun felt more harsh on my eyes and I squinted to see. I felt more paranoid than ever and my muscles were constantly tense. Let's just say, it was a stressful walk to Minato and Kushina's house.
When we arrived, Minato yanked the door open and basically threw me on the couch. I bounced for a second before settling, and watched as Minato left the room to go, I'm assuming, to the bedroom where Kushina was. He left with a nice and friendly death glare in my direction, the order to stay still clear in his blue eyes. I fidgeted as I waited, my active imagination taking control over my mind once again to make me overthink things. It felt like forever until Minato and Kushina walked into the living room to see me sitting there anxiously.
I could see tears filling Kushina's eyes as she saw me, gasping for air before running at me and before I knew it, I was struggling to breath through her bear hug. Her face pressed into my hair, one hand cradling the back of my head so it forced me to return the hug. I wasn't very fond of hugs and touching on a normal day, but right now instead of cringing away from the embrace like I normally would I reluctantly relaxed into the hug. I don't need the comforting, but Kushina does so I'll suck it up for her.
Someone clearing their throat reminded Kushina to release me, and we both turned to look at the only blond in the room. Minato seemed to be trying to look stern in front of me, but I could see the internal battle he was having with his empathy starting to show. I turned to look at Kushina again.
"It really isn't that bad," I started with. Kushina's caring mood automatically did a 360 degree turn as she now glared at me and unknowingly grasped my bandaged hands to keep me facing her. I violently flinched at the grip and Minato finally rushed into movement and flashed to the couch, gently but firmly removing Kushina's hands from mine. I could immediately tell that Kushina hadn't noticed my injuries and that she felt immensely guilty. "It's ok," I croaked out. Her once again watery eyes glanced up. She seemed to actually accept the reassurance which was surprising. But I think it was just the simmering disappointment at the situation that put the guilt into the farthest reaches of her brain.
"Ok first off," the older red-head began, "I'm sorry about grabbing your hands, I didn't know they were injured, which I will nail Minato later for not protecting you enough on one of your first missions." Her reprimand was interrupted as she sent a quick, spicy glare in the direction of her husband who sheepishly grinned. "Second of all, why in hell would you not tell us about these medical visits? A surgery? Medicine? What is all this secrecy about? We are your legal guardians right now and as such you need to tell us these things. We haven't known each other long but we feel responsible for you. You are not aloud to go behind our backs like this!" Kushina huffed out as she finished her passionate speech.
I took a second. Analyzing everything she said and letting it process in my head as both Minato and Kushina sat in front of me patiently. It's just, something did not feel right, and as I slowly realized what it was I slowly started getting pissed off.
"Hannah," I cut off whatever Minato was going to say by standing up quickly. I glared down at the two.
Who do they think they are? Reprimanding me like I'm their own child! I died! And then was suddenly popped into this fucking world with no explanation and they think they can automatically replace my parents who I will probably never see again? Nobody has any rights over me! I'm all alone now! That's what I get for trying to help someone! So, I will do whatever the fuck I want with my health because it is mine and I have dealt with it for years! I will continue to do so until I'm fully healthy and then continue not letting people know about my life because, guess what? It's mine! They are ninjas so of course I'm not going to trust them even if they are from that stupid show and I know their personalities like the back of my hand! Nobody here is trustworthy!
"So stay out of my fucking business!" I growled out. I sprinted out of the house after that and kept running, now matter how much the pounding of my feet jarred my injured hands. Holy shit I really hope I didn't say that all out loud.
I quickly arrived at some random tree in a random forest and crumpled next to it. I stared up at the sky, my back against the trunk, and let the tears roll down my face. God I hate crying.
But I couldn't stop. My chest hurt as I tried to stop the flow of tears, but the resistance just caused an ugly sob to be ripped from my chest. I put the back of my hand against my mouth in order to contain the sounds, but I didn't know if it did anything. It was the light touch to my shoulder, however, that instantly silenced the sounds.
I whipped my head to face them, and my eyes widened in shock. If anything I thought it would be Kushina or even Minato that chased after me. Not, Kakashi.
The silver haired ninja crouched next to me, staring at me contemplatively.
"Leave. I don't want anyone here," I stated as calmly as possible. In response, he readjusted his position so he was leaning against the tree as I was, his arm just barely brushing against mine. He didn't say anything, didn't even look at me. He just stared out into the field and sat there as I stared at him immensely confused.
Eventually, I calmed down enough to go back to relaxing. The tears were gone, but the sad atmosphere still lingered heavily.
Kakashi and I just sat there for hours. Staring off into the distance as the sun set and the moon came up. I was so into my head that I didn't know when Kakashi's arm got firmly pressed against mine. Or when I started getting tired and my head dropped to his shoulder. And I definitely didn't acknowledge the ninja's arm moving to wrap around my shoulders and hugging me more into his side right before I drifted off to sleep.
My eyelids fluttered open as the harsh rays of morning light attacked my face. Wow, very poetic Hannah. The forest surrounding me seemed to glow emerald in the sunlight, and as I watched the changing colors I never felt more at peace. Sadly though, it was at that moment that my brain decided to wake up.
Ah shit, yesterday went down so bad. I can't believe I reacted that way. Overreact much? Wait a sec, what about Kakashi?
I realized then how unnaturally comfy and warm I was when I was supposed to be in the woods, normally a terrible place to get a comfortable rest. My senses also now acknowledged the sound of deep breathing and the feel of warm breath brushing the top of my head..
I tilted my head to gaze up at the body next to me, and the sight of a peacefully sleeping Kakashi was a startling one.
My breathing quickened as I started to unnecessarily panic. What do I do now? Do I try to leave? How could I possibly leave? He's a shinobi, he'll sense that right away. But it'll be so awkward when he wakes up. What to do, what to do!
I snapped out of my thoughts and my breath stopped short when I finally acknowledged the half-lidded gray eyes that calmly stared down at me. I jumped up with an undignified screech and took a couple steps back. Kakashi simply watched me, silently amused, as he too stood up but way more gracefully.
"Um, let's just forget this ever happened. Ya? Cool, cool…" I trailed off as I saw the silver-haired teen stalk closer. I didn't know what he was doing until he grabbed my arm and began doing a hand sign one-handed. "What are you doing?" I asked aggressively.
He just smirked at me (I could tell as his mask twitched slightly) and completed the sign. The two of us suddenly surrounded by white smoke and the sudden nausea was my unfortunate answer, and as I battled the urge to throw up I flipped Kakashi off. I didn't know where he shunshined us but I knew it probably wasn't good, considering he didn't tell me where so he might have thought I would've fought against the transportation.
I was correct in my assumption. I looked up to see the door that some hours ago I had stormed out in a fit of rage. I turned to Kakashi pleadingly asking silently for him not to do whatever it was he was going to do. Instead, he ignored my look and pounded on the door, a tight grip on my arm as if expecting me to run. I prepared myself for the inevitable.
Welp. I guess this dramatic situation is gonna continue. Yay me.