If I owned Naruto I wouldn't be living off of cafeteria food at my college, now would I? >. All other characters are original, and mine. But you can borrow them if you e-mail me and ask politely. .
Changing Times
Chapter Six: Kunai
Setsuko stared at the front door, her eyes tracing the age worn wood at she fidgeted nervously, the old suitcase resting on the ground next to her as she tried to decide what to do. Kakashi had been quite clear when he had told her not to let anyone in the house, but he had said nothing about her leaving the house.
So, technically speaking, she wasn't actually disobeying her father. Just working around what he hadn't said. So he really couldn't be mad at her later.
"What's wrong, Setsuko?" Akira asked, watching his blonde friend working out the problem in her mind.
"Absolutely nothing!" Setsuko grinned, flashing a victory sign as her hand went to the door knob, the door bell ringing simultaneously.
"Who is it?" Akira whispered, hiding behind Setsuko as she peered through the window shades, her face going white.
"It's your bad Papa!" she peeped, grabbing the little boy and dashing behind the couch, Sasuke pounding on the door now.
"He's going to kill us, just like he tried killing Mama!" Akira cried as he clutched at Setsuko's dark gi, trying to make himself smaller.
Setsuko, on the other hand, bristled in anger, her teeth on edge as she drew several kunai. Her Papa had ordered her, specifically, to not let anyone into the house, and that anyone included Sasuke. Especially Sasuke, in her eyes.
"Kakashi-sensei, could you let me in? I just need a place to crash for the night," Sasuke called from the other side of the door, completely clue less as to the identity of the inhabitants. With a shrug the ANBU pulled out a lock picking set, and quickly set to work, figuring his old teacher couldn't hear him.
"When he opens the door, we attack! And then we kill him for trying to kill your-our Mama," Setsuko whispered, correcting herself in mid-sentence as she handed Akira several kunai.
Akira nodded, his eyes beginning to glow red as his sharingan reactivated, fury coursing through his veins at the very mention of his Mama. His father was no longer a part of his family, he had a new Papa now, a nice one. And a nice Mama who would no longer fight constantly, or have to fear for her life. The only thing standing between his old life and his new one was the man about to open the door in front of him.
The door swung open.
"Ka-" Sasuke was cut off as the two figures came flying out from behind the couch at superhuman speeds, weapon edges flashing dangerously in the dim light.
The older man reacted instinctively, just as he had on every ANBU mission he had ever carried out. The death of his enemies was better than his own death. And a quick kill ensured a short fight.
Sasuke's sharingan flared, his eyes tracking movement and reacting with similar intent, pinning one victim to the other on the wall, blood flying as his kunai sliced easily through flesh, his victims not even letting out a scream. He wondered briefly why they had attacked him, inside of Kakashi's house when he took the time to investigate their identities closer.
His face went pale when he realized who they were. Setsuko's pale locks were stained with her own blood, the crimson liquid dripping from the three gaping wounds in her chest. The kunai pinned her to Akira, trapping them both on the wall.
Sasuke swore as he tried to free them, noticing then his son's condition, realizing that the young boy must have, in the few moments while the kunai left his hands, protected Setsuko. There was no way he could have caught the other five kunai with his body unless he had moved toward them.
"Akira! Why!? Why?" Sasuke whispered, hugging the limp body, ignoring the bloody stains that coated his clothes, sobbing silently.
"Se-tsu-ko-" Akira gasped, reaching toward the blonde on the floor near him, his body writhing in pain as he tried to raise his hand.
"Shhh, save your strength Akira," Sasuke cried, gathering the two children into his arms as he dashed toward the hospital.
"That's an explanation I wasn't expecting," Kakashi whistled, sipping thoughtfully on his tea as Hinata smiled weakly.
"Better than another Uchiha massacre I hope," Hinata laughed, and Kakashi nodded with a smile, raising his face mask once more.
"Much better, I am happy to sa-" the silver haired man was cut off suddenly as Musashi and his younger brother, Tetsuo, ran into the room.
"What have I taught you two about manners!?" Hinata snapped, glowering at her two sons, both of whom were panting furiously.
"Sorry Mama, but," Musashi gulped for air, "Father just brought Akira to the hospital."
"He's in pretty bad shape, from what we saw," Tetsuo finished, accepting a cup of cool tea from Kakashi gratefully, "Setsuko was there too."
Kakashi growled, disappearing out the door suddenly, the two boys collapsing near the table as Hinata followed suit, her chakra surging dangerously.
"She's going to kill Father, isn't she?" Tetsuo asked, finally catching his breath.
Musashi sighed, and nodded, "If Father hurt Akira and Setsuko? I don't think he'd last five seconds in a fight with either of them. And he deserves it."
"I put down five dollars on Father lasting five minutes," Zatoichi whispered, entering the room with a pitcher of cold water.
"I put down twenty on him lasting less than five," Kaneda grinned, carrying a platter of cups behind his blind brother.
Musashi and Tetsuo laughed, placing their own bets, and waiting for their other brothers to join in the gambling pool, none caring that they were betting on their fathers life.
Tsuzuku (To be continued.)
Author's Note: Well, I certainly like that last scene. The idea of betting on the life of your father as nothing more than a joke is something I find to be highly amusing. Hell, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm writing this fic I would actually place a bet too. .
And, as I mentioned earlier, I really do suck at writing fight scenes. Besides, ninja's fight so fast that there really isn't much to write! So Akira pinned to a wall beneath Setsuko, kunai driven through their bodies is about as good as it gets. .; So sorry, but that's life sometimes.
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