I Go Blind: Team Eight
Chapter 4: The Hyuuga's Estate
In the evening, Hinata lugged a bag over her shoulder and walked parallel to the wall of the Hyuuga's Estate. The air was calm and clean. She let herself in at the wooden front gates and entered the small residence filled with guard houses near the walls, buildings for maintance and cooking the next closest and the main living quarters in the centre that expanded between maintance buildings.
Hinata entered her room, dropped her bag on the floor and went to her bed in the centre of her room. With her legs crossed promting up a supporting a writing pad and her journal. Before starting she put her hands in front of her face, "Byakugan," her eyes cracked. Reaching behind herself, she picked up a remote and turned on the television behind her. She put her pencil on the paper then her eyes opened wide and she threw her hands up as well as her pencil. She saw her favourite music video come on the air and then she smiled and closed her eyes just for the feeling; she could still see everything. With her index fingers pointed up she swayed side to side. She sung along: "Little child did you know that's there's a light/ And it's going to shine right through your eyes/ What do you think that life is like/ Everytime I look at you I go blind/ I go blind. Whooo!" She threw her hands up in the air. Picking up her pencil, she nodded along to the rest of the song: "I don't know why Shino decided to help the other team out; he didn't tell anyone. I know it was a simple mission, but can I feel safe being on his team? Everytime he has defined himself as someone I admire or detest, he does the opposite and remains a mystery."
"As a member on the team, I feel that I've hadn't done anything. I feel that a part of reason is that Shino has kept me outside his decisions that affect the whole team. How I wish to be teamed with Naruto. He is a ninja I could cheer on."
There was a door at the door.
"Come in Kiba," she saw, next to everything, Kiba and Akamaru open the door, "hi."
"Hinata?" He tried to get her attention but to him she appeared to only look at her journal. He waved his hand and she waved hers back making him feel foolish. "Oh, your Byakugan. It makes you look like you're not mindful to other people around you."
"Ah, sorry," she spoke and ended her multitasking. "Why are you here?" She had looked at his arms, elbows out and hands at his waist but she asked. To herself: "I had a hard day, how can he want to train?"
"It's been a hard day," Kiba looked at Akamaru who barked, "and that is a main reason for not training. But common people are reasonable, and that means that super strong ninjas must be totally demented and devoid of all rational thought." He flashed his teeth in a huge grin.
They loosened up in the dojo. When Hinata used her Byakugan and stood in wide base with her palms facing him, one in front of her and the other down at her waist, Kiba knew she was ready. When she blocked a kick coming for her head, she hadn't taken the impact but pushed off of his leg. Her body casted to his right and the power that concentrated on her left hand spread through her limber body. Once her foot hit the ground, she regained her limbs one by one in a fluid motion back to her original stance. The next move to control was another charge with clawed hands retracted. His sharp nails would prevent her from blocking directly with her open palm method, so she knew to dodge the attacks. And though she would have known to attack when she made an opening, it was never taken.
A-------------------
Under a tree near the academy, team eight waited for their instructor, Kurenai. Hinata could tell that Shino who sat against the trunk of the tree was tired. Since their first mission failure, they had accomplished three other missions in that they achieved success. "The missions are so boring!" To whom Kiba shout was indefinite. He stomped his feet on the ground as he walked in a small circle. He turned around and pointed at some smoke that departed to reveal their young black haired instructor. "I want a mission to satsify my talent."
She held forward a scroll in her left bandaided hand. The bandaids wrapped up her sleeveless arm to her elbow. "Look." The wooden middle of the scroll rolled down and with a flick of the wrist, the scroll rolled back up to its original state. "Interesting trick, huh?"
"What the hell was that?" Kiba yelled.
"Now a days, Kakashi told me there would be one of you in every group," she lamented. "Listen, I have rid you of your mundane errand for today so I could take care of a personal mission. I would advise you to use this time for training. You're dismissed. Tomorrow we'll return to business."
When Kurenai abandoned them to their way, Hinata spoke: "Personal? What does she mean?"
Kiba shrugged. Shino put his arms behind himself and raised against the tree. When he put his hands in his pockets, bugs overflood them and then crawl up this sleeves. "Hinata, be at ease," which was harder for her to do now that it was first time for Shino speaking directly to her, "she tones down her own troubles to be polite, because neither are we fittingly able or equally wise to help her." Off Shino was after a wave and final word : "Adiós."
"Chingate, wuss!" Kiba yelled so that Shino could hear but didn't respond. A cool wind caused Hinata to clutch her fingers into her white soft cuffs of her jacket. Conflict was not taken well by Hinata, who had to live with the hostility in her own family. The conflict between Kiba and Shino was most complex compared to others since she had a problem: she knew what people where thinking, as the ability was natural in her family then refined through practice, but Shino was mysterious and untalkative that required weak speculations and Kiba acted crazy. "Let's go Akamaru."
B----------------
A rumour spread between high ranking ninjas in the hidden leaf village. They recorded illegal practices outside the village. Scouts reported sightings of rituals operated under the full moon. Lured with the promise to free the body of diease, parents brought their sick children to clearings in the forest to the sight recommended by a travelling loner. The parents put their sick children in the corpses of animals. In the middle, two hole were dug and filled with blood from a child of each sex picked from the group. The boy and girl were the scarifice. Then the collection of tears from the parents filled the morning of the ritual. Many had to whip themselves or imagine that their child would be the one picked. The tears were mixed with the blood of the scarifices and dirt to create the smell of decomposed flesh that possessed the body. When the sun hit the openning, the loner removed two wrist bands covered with a jutsu that covered the whole forearm. There was no skin covering the forearms. Strains of black and green muscule hung loose. Maggots groveled on their banquet. The loner plunged both arms into the mixture of blood, tears and dirt. The animals started to grow maggots. The children of all ages froze in fear as the magots unraveled the flesh of the animal to its bone. Next they entered the kids. When the irovy larvas left, the tumors were gone, paralysis moved on, and all the infections and disabilities were gone. So too was the loner, which was a good thing.
C---------------
Kurenai had taken the rumours personally. "I've just recently became a jounin," she reminded herself though no one brought it up to her, "there's no order in investigating this. But I do have an order to train my team."
She looked at the bones of a bear. A jutsu was written underneath the bones that lay separate as the tenants were also digusted. From what was a clearing of dirt were no grass grew, buds sprouted everywhere in this newly fertile land. Bending down and spreading the sprouts out of the way, she recognized a jutsu written underneath the bones. Around fifty unique set of bones from animals to fit children from the ages of her own students to enfants. "If it saved the lives of 50 children," she wondered, "could the scarifice of two sick children be ignored?"
On to the closest village, she smiled to a young boy who steered an ox with a plow. He stopped out of courtesy and responded back with a smile that went against the feelings of his tired body. "Hello," she walked over to the fence of light brown logs, "are there any adults I can speak to?" He pointed over at a front porch with old white flanked paint. On the porch sat an elderly grey haired man. "Thank you."
Her foot step creeked on the first step and the man awoke. "Good day," he sounded cranky but as with everyone, expect Shino as she reflected, he was able to add some flavorful high pitch into his voice to make it cheerful. His face was narrow at the top as the wrinkles pulled what would have been a round plumb face into an squash.
"Hi," she said then got to business, "what do you know about the ritual to cure sick children?"
"What is natural is strange to others. Most people don't want to talk about it. It cured by grandson, and that is worthy of a conversation. It was a tragedy that two children being pulled away from their family, but they were dead any other way. The loner shoulders a lot of pain from what I can tell. From the traveller to go on to heal all the sick children, and only ask that two remain as vessels..."
"Vessels, I thought they were killed."
"They aren't alive either, because they are the ones that carry a curse for the rest of them. There is lore about people doing what that person did. At times before medical advantments, people didn't live as long but they were healthy. The cures were natural so the dieases were natural. Now that we have gotten away for the healing found in living things, we have new dieases that are taking over since children aren't catching anything small for them to learn to fight stronger dieases. A pure shame, I find it."
"And the myth about that healer?"
"Yes, healers did rituals like that, if only more disgusting. Even the best of the fields had to slaughter the whole family including extended members and friends to get rid of a hang nail. Better that the finger be cut off completely, and even a hand would do since no one would clap for those healers. Today, most don't want to talk about it. They get upset and the children who he saves end up with bad memories and aren't thankful. To myself, it is almost too good to be true."
"I feel the same way," she agreed. "The techniques were certainly from a ninja, but it is rare these days to encounter an unknown ninja. From the field of genetics, we know what breeding is needed to create a ninja."
She had already lost the old man's attention.
D---------------
Shino picked a purple carnation from a white bucket. "What a waste." He remarked and put the cut flower back in its place. His pet bee went ahead of him to the rooted flowers. "You're talked!" Ino chuckled behind the counter. "And I thought you were the Ino with the," she placed a finger over her lips and clutched her teeth to make the sound, "sh."
Not a heartbeat after gestured him to be quiet, he added, "it happens."
"Why don't you take your glasses off to see the colours better?" Ino steped behind the counter and watched the bee jump flower to flower. He touched the large red flower of the tuberous. Long spaded leafs with thick stems had no lift. "Flowers of the Begonia type means beware. Stop buying all of the grandmother and antisocial plants."
"How about that one," Shino pointed to a large box sprewing with ice white flowers. "I can put the candytufts outside my room to grow."
"Those mean indifferent, Shino!" It didn't take much to annoy Ino. "You need a flower of love." She slid down the racks of flowers and on the top ledge a dark leafed plant shrub too immature to flower widen her eyes. "Yes. This Cape Jasmine is for you. She got the nearest stool and brought it down."
"Secret love." Shino said as he told it.
"Don't read anything into it." Ino warned him. "Now, when these start to flower, they will produce white flowers. If you can make them grow, you can cut them and give them to a girl your admire. Insects will be your main concern to keep this plant heathy."
"No they wouldn't." He said. They moved to the counter so he could pay.
"Are you going to invite me one day to your garden?" She took his money and gave him back the change.
"In two days I will return to pick up blood meal and fertilizer so afterwards I can plant this." Shino took the brown paper bag and held it by its yard handles. "If you're not busy, your wisdom can help me find a place for it. So long."
E---------------
Kiba and Hinata practiced on wooden crosses that had tough padding to resemble parts of the human body. The sense of fear in Hinata smelt like fear he needed to defeat. He released one last punch that hit in the chest and broke the beam in half. His dog saw this lack of respect Kiba gave the apparatus and pissed on the lower portion as Kiba's eyes hunted for what upset Hinata. He saw the threat and snatched it. "Hey you, overflowing crud bucket, did you grow your hair that way as a bet?" He pointed and barked to a boy in a light grey short sleeve jacket with long black hair. "You're making my friend feel unpleasant so take off quickly like any senible guy would to your clothes, fudgy."
Hinata saw the coolness of the intruder leave. His face cringed before he retorted, in a normal conversational voice, "Son of a bitch."
Akamaru jumped on Kiba's back. They posed their with their claws digging. Kiba's back arched as his fingernails grew and his teeth grew fangs. "Quadraped no Jutsu!" His transformation was completed. His breathing became heavier and good eyes could have seen some form trailing over the sharper teeth. "Beast-Human Clone!" Akamaru took the same form as he did.
Hinata thought and bit on her finger. She could only think, "Careful, Neji's my cousin."
-------- End of Chapter Three ------------
Next Chapter: The conclusion of the fight between Kiba and Neji. Oh, I can't forget Akamaru. On a less exciting note, will Ino help Shino plant his Cape Jasmine? It needs a correct about a shade and watering. And in accordance with everything else, Kurenai's personal mission is incomplete as well. It was almost like I cut the chapter short so I could update my fanfiction.
Notes: Hinata was listening to the song, "I Go Blind" by 54-40. It was covered by Howie and the Blowfish.
When Shino said "adiós", Kiba had his own spanish word "chingate". In honour of weird subbing that has the character saying weird things like "Bitch, I'm Rick James.", "chingate means fuck you. What is this south park?
I have put the focus on Hinata. Dah, another quiet character. Kurenai will also get more time to shine.
Predictions: The plot of the next few chapters devoted to Hinata are already planned out, but I don't know where Shino's mad skills in gardening will go. There is more danger and the only way to survive will be to develope into a stronger team. Take this selection to be equivalent to team seven's (Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, and so forth) encounter with Zabuza. When Kiba gets his time, well, things will have to go further than that.
Maggots? Skinless arms? Cursed children? Do you dare read on?
Comments and suggestions are welcomed as long as you can stand on one leg, touch your nose with your eyes close while giving the alphabet backwards.
Chapter 4: The Hyuuga's Estate
In the evening, Hinata lugged a bag over her shoulder and walked parallel to the wall of the Hyuuga's Estate. The air was calm and clean. She let herself in at the wooden front gates and entered the small residence filled with guard houses near the walls, buildings for maintance and cooking the next closest and the main living quarters in the centre that expanded between maintance buildings.
Hinata entered her room, dropped her bag on the floor and went to her bed in the centre of her room. With her legs crossed promting up a supporting a writing pad and her journal. Before starting she put her hands in front of her face, "Byakugan," her eyes cracked. Reaching behind herself, she picked up a remote and turned on the television behind her. She put her pencil on the paper then her eyes opened wide and she threw her hands up as well as her pencil. She saw her favourite music video come on the air and then she smiled and closed her eyes just for the feeling; she could still see everything. With her index fingers pointed up she swayed side to side. She sung along: "Little child did you know that's there's a light/ And it's going to shine right through your eyes/ What do you think that life is like/ Everytime I look at you I go blind/ I go blind. Whooo!" She threw her hands up in the air. Picking up her pencil, she nodded along to the rest of the song: "I don't know why Shino decided to help the other team out; he didn't tell anyone. I know it was a simple mission, but can I feel safe being on his team? Everytime he has defined himself as someone I admire or detest, he does the opposite and remains a mystery."
"As a member on the team, I feel that I've hadn't done anything. I feel that a part of reason is that Shino has kept me outside his decisions that affect the whole team. How I wish to be teamed with Naruto. He is a ninja I could cheer on."
There was a door at the door.
"Come in Kiba," she saw, next to everything, Kiba and Akamaru open the door, "hi."
"Hinata?" He tried to get her attention but to him she appeared to only look at her journal. He waved his hand and she waved hers back making him feel foolish. "Oh, your Byakugan. It makes you look like you're not mindful to other people around you."
"Ah, sorry," she spoke and ended her multitasking. "Why are you here?" She had looked at his arms, elbows out and hands at his waist but she asked. To herself: "I had a hard day, how can he want to train?"
"It's been a hard day," Kiba looked at Akamaru who barked, "and that is a main reason for not training. But common people are reasonable, and that means that super strong ninjas must be totally demented and devoid of all rational thought." He flashed his teeth in a huge grin.
They loosened up in the dojo. When Hinata used her Byakugan and stood in wide base with her palms facing him, one in front of her and the other down at her waist, Kiba knew she was ready. When she blocked a kick coming for her head, she hadn't taken the impact but pushed off of his leg. Her body casted to his right and the power that concentrated on her left hand spread through her limber body. Once her foot hit the ground, she regained her limbs one by one in a fluid motion back to her original stance. The next move to control was another charge with clawed hands retracted. His sharp nails would prevent her from blocking directly with her open palm method, so she knew to dodge the attacks. And though she would have known to attack when she made an opening, it was never taken.
A-------------------
Under a tree near the academy, team eight waited for their instructor, Kurenai. Hinata could tell that Shino who sat against the trunk of the tree was tired. Since their first mission failure, they had accomplished three other missions in that they achieved success. "The missions are so boring!" To whom Kiba shout was indefinite. He stomped his feet on the ground as he walked in a small circle. He turned around and pointed at some smoke that departed to reveal their young black haired instructor. "I want a mission to satsify my talent."
She held forward a scroll in her left bandaided hand. The bandaids wrapped up her sleeveless arm to her elbow. "Look." The wooden middle of the scroll rolled down and with a flick of the wrist, the scroll rolled back up to its original state. "Interesting trick, huh?"
"What the hell was that?" Kiba yelled.
"Now a days, Kakashi told me there would be one of you in every group," she lamented. "Listen, I have rid you of your mundane errand for today so I could take care of a personal mission. I would advise you to use this time for training. You're dismissed. Tomorrow we'll return to business."
When Kurenai abandoned them to their way, Hinata spoke: "Personal? What does she mean?"
Kiba shrugged. Shino put his arms behind himself and raised against the tree. When he put his hands in his pockets, bugs overflood them and then crawl up this sleeves. "Hinata, be at ease," which was harder for her to do now that it was first time for Shino speaking directly to her, "she tones down her own troubles to be polite, because neither are we fittingly able or equally wise to help her." Off Shino was after a wave and final word : "Adiós."
"Chingate, wuss!" Kiba yelled so that Shino could hear but didn't respond. A cool wind caused Hinata to clutch her fingers into her white soft cuffs of her jacket. Conflict was not taken well by Hinata, who had to live with the hostility in her own family. The conflict between Kiba and Shino was most complex compared to others since she had a problem: she knew what people where thinking, as the ability was natural in her family then refined through practice, but Shino was mysterious and untalkative that required weak speculations and Kiba acted crazy. "Let's go Akamaru."
B----------------
A rumour spread between high ranking ninjas in the hidden leaf village. They recorded illegal practices outside the village. Scouts reported sightings of rituals operated under the full moon. Lured with the promise to free the body of diease, parents brought their sick children to clearings in the forest to the sight recommended by a travelling loner. The parents put their sick children in the corpses of animals. In the middle, two hole were dug and filled with blood from a child of each sex picked from the group. The boy and girl were the scarifice. Then the collection of tears from the parents filled the morning of the ritual. Many had to whip themselves or imagine that their child would be the one picked. The tears were mixed with the blood of the scarifices and dirt to create the smell of decomposed flesh that possessed the body. When the sun hit the openning, the loner removed two wrist bands covered with a jutsu that covered the whole forearm. There was no skin covering the forearms. Strains of black and green muscule hung loose. Maggots groveled on their banquet. The loner plunged both arms into the mixture of blood, tears and dirt. The animals started to grow maggots. The children of all ages froze in fear as the magots unraveled the flesh of the animal to its bone. Next they entered the kids. When the irovy larvas left, the tumors were gone, paralysis moved on, and all the infections and disabilities were gone. So too was the loner, which was a good thing.
C---------------
Kurenai had taken the rumours personally. "I've just recently became a jounin," she reminded herself though no one brought it up to her, "there's no order in investigating this. But I do have an order to train my team."
She looked at the bones of a bear. A jutsu was written underneath the bones that lay separate as the tenants were also digusted. From what was a clearing of dirt were no grass grew, buds sprouted everywhere in this newly fertile land. Bending down and spreading the sprouts out of the way, she recognized a jutsu written underneath the bones. Around fifty unique set of bones from animals to fit children from the ages of her own students to enfants. "If it saved the lives of 50 children," she wondered, "could the scarifice of two sick children be ignored?"
On to the closest village, she smiled to a young boy who steered an ox with a plow. He stopped out of courtesy and responded back with a smile that went against the feelings of his tired body. "Hello," she walked over to the fence of light brown logs, "are there any adults I can speak to?" He pointed over at a front porch with old white flanked paint. On the porch sat an elderly grey haired man. "Thank you."
Her foot step creeked on the first step and the man awoke. "Good day," he sounded cranky but as with everyone, expect Shino as she reflected, he was able to add some flavorful high pitch into his voice to make it cheerful. His face was narrow at the top as the wrinkles pulled what would have been a round plumb face into an squash.
"Hi," she said then got to business, "what do you know about the ritual to cure sick children?"
"What is natural is strange to others. Most people don't want to talk about it. It cured by grandson, and that is worthy of a conversation. It was a tragedy that two children being pulled away from their family, but they were dead any other way. The loner shoulders a lot of pain from what I can tell. From the traveller to go on to heal all the sick children, and only ask that two remain as vessels..."
"Vessels, I thought they were killed."
"They aren't alive either, because they are the ones that carry a curse for the rest of them. There is lore about people doing what that person did. At times before medical advantments, people didn't live as long but they were healthy. The cures were natural so the dieases were natural. Now that we have gotten away for the healing found in living things, we have new dieases that are taking over since children aren't catching anything small for them to learn to fight stronger dieases. A pure shame, I find it."
"And the myth about that healer?"
"Yes, healers did rituals like that, if only more disgusting. Even the best of the fields had to slaughter the whole family including extended members and friends to get rid of a hang nail. Better that the finger be cut off completely, and even a hand would do since no one would clap for those healers. Today, most don't want to talk about it. They get upset and the children who he saves end up with bad memories and aren't thankful. To myself, it is almost too good to be true."
"I feel the same way," she agreed. "The techniques were certainly from a ninja, but it is rare these days to encounter an unknown ninja. From the field of genetics, we know what breeding is needed to create a ninja."
She had already lost the old man's attention.
D---------------
Shino picked a purple carnation from a white bucket. "What a waste." He remarked and put the cut flower back in its place. His pet bee went ahead of him to the rooted flowers. "You're talked!" Ino chuckled behind the counter. "And I thought you were the Ino with the," she placed a finger over her lips and clutched her teeth to make the sound, "sh."
Not a heartbeat after gestured him to be quiet, he added, "it happens."
"Why don't you take your glasses off to see the colours better?" Ino steped behind the counter and watched the bee jump flower to flower. He touched the large red flower of the tuberous. Long spaded leafs with thick stems had no lift. "Flowers of the Begonia type means beware. Stop buying all of the grandmother and antisocial plants."
"How about that one," Shino pointed to a large box sprewing with ice white flowers. "I can put the candytufts outside my room to grow."
"Those mean indifferent, Shino!" It didn't take much to annoy Ino. "You need a flower of love." She slid down the racks of flowers and on the top ledge a dark leafed plant shrub too immature to flower widen her eyes. "Yes. This Cape Jasmine is for you. She got the nearest stool and brought it down."
"Secret love." Shino said as he told it.
"Don't read anything into it." Ino warned him. "Now, when these start to flower, they will produce white flowers. If you can make them grow, you can cut them and give them to a girl your admire. Insects will be your main concern to keep this plant heathy."
"No they wouldn't." He said. They moved to the counter so he could pay.
"Are you going to invite me one day to your garden?" She took his money and gave him back the change.
"In two days I will return to pick up blood meal and fertilizer so afterwards I can plant this." Shino took the brown paper bag and held it by its yard handles. "If you're not busy, your wisdom can help me find a place for it. So long."
E---------------
Kiba and Hinata practiced on wooden crosses that had tough padding to resemble parts of the human body. The sense of fear in Hinata smelt like fear he needed to defeat. He released one last punch that hit in the chest and broke the beam in half. His dog saw this lack of respect Kiba gave the apparatus and pissed on the lower portion as Kiba's eyes hunted for what upset Hinata. He saw the threat and snatched it. "Hey you, overflowing crud bucket, did you grow your hair that way as a bet?" He pointed and barked to a boy in a light grey short sleeve jacket with long black hair. "You're making my friend feel unpleasant so take off quickly like any senible guy would to your clothes, fudgy."
Hinata saw the coolness of the intruder leave. His face cringed before he retorted, in a normal conversational voice, "Son of a bitch."
Akamaru jumped on Kiba's back. They posed their with their claws digging. Kiba's back arched as his fingernails grew and his teeth grew fangs. "Quadraped no Jutsu!" His transformation was completed. His breathing became heavier and good eyes could have seen some form trailing over the sharper teeth. "Beast-Human Clone!" Akamaru took the same form as he did.
Hinata thought and bit on her finger. She could only think, "Careful, Neji's my cousin."
-------- End of Chapter Three ------------
Next Chapter: The conclusion of the fight between Kiba and Neji. Oh, I can't forget Akamaru. On a less exciting note, will Ino help Shino plant his Cape Jasmine? It needs a correct about a shade and watering. And in accordance with everything else, Kurenai's personal mission is incomplete as well. It was almost like I cut the chapter short so I could update my fanfiction.
Notes: Hinata was listening to the song, "I Go Blind" by 54-40. It was covered by Howie and the Blowfish.
When Shino said "adiós", Kiba had his own spanish word "chingate". In honour of weird subbing that has the character saying weird things like "Bitch, I'm Rick James.", "chingate means fuck you. What is this south park?
I have put the focus on Hinata. Dah, another quiet character. Kurenai will also get more time to shine.
Predictions: The plot of the next few chapters devoted to Hinata are already planned out, but I don't know where Shino's mad skills in gardening will go. There is more danger and the only way to survive will be to develope into a stronger team. Take this selection to be equivalent to team seven's (Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, and so forth) encounter with Zabuza. When Kiba gets his time, well, things will have to go further than that.
Maggots? Skinless arms? Cursed children? Do you dare read on?
Comments and suggestions are welcomed as long as you can stand on one leg, touch your nose with your eyes close while giving the alphabet backwards.