As an important matter, I feel that today I will give name soundings.
Kida = Key-dah
Muchari = Moo-Chah-Ree
Kakashi = Kah-Kah-Shee
Sasuke = Sah-Skay
Jiraiya = Jeer-Aye-Yah
Cariden (mentioned in this episode) = Care-Ih-Den
Kakashi strode along the road to his house, the darkening sky settling behind him. True, he had not been home much the past few days, but if Itachi was coming home, then Sasuke needed to be ready. Then again, Kakashi really had wanted to spend more time at home. Even now when he tried to think of it, he couldn't remember how he had gone through the better part of a decade without her by his side.
It was amazing, even to all those around him, how attached they had become once again, and in such a short amount of time, too! But Kakashi didn't care what they thought. He had her, and would soon have a little boy running around. That was all he wanted.
As he approached the house, he suddenly got a not-quite-right feeling. For one, Kida hadn't run outside at full speed to welcome him home. For another, there weren't any sounds coming from inside, and even though Kida was a ninja, she liked being kinda loud at home.
He was about to leave, when he heard a bloodcurdling scream come from inside the house. The color dropped from his face as he slammed into the house. "KIDA?!"
Any color that Kakashi still had in his face fell at that instant. The walls were splattered with blood, and the house was a complete mess. Books, papers, anything that he owned was spread everywhere like a thick carpet. He swallowed the huge lump in his throat, trying to speak again. "K-Kida? Where are you?"
He walked slowly, trying to regain the sense of balance in his feet, to the living room. His stomach dropped, and his heart leapt into his throat, taking place of the lump he had tried to swallow. There she was, still in her pajamas, lying on the ground facing away from him. Even though she wasn't facing him, he could see the blood stains on her clothes, and the cuts on her arms. He fell to his knees, trying to (ungracefully) crawl over to her.
"Too bad. We had hoped she would put up a better fight than that! Tsh, disgrace."
He turned around, partially. Six men, dressed all in black, stood before him. In the shadows, only their eyes shone. Kakashi glared at them, but turned back to Kida, caressing her cheek. "Just hold on, baby. Just hold on."
The one who had spoken before piped up again. "Oh please. Can we just get this over with already? All this lovey-dovey crap is making me sick."
"Be patient. It's fun to see a grown man suffer," snickered another.
The next who spoke seemed to be the leader. "Shut up. All of you."
"Why should we?"
The leader nodded to Kakashi, who had stood up, facing away from them and towards Kida. He turned to face them, and his showing eye seemed to look red with fury. He attacked them with such speed and agility that none of them had seen before. And with his shuriken, he ripped them apart. One by one. Limb from limb. Only one he left alive, and that was the leader. He grabbed him by his collar and threw him outside. "Give a message to whomever you work for. Stay away from the girl."
The man stood up, no hitai-ate around his head or anywhere else on him. He wiped blood away from his cheek, and smirked at Kakashi. "Maybe your precious woman isn't all as innocent as you think. Remember this name. Cariden." He disappeared in a swirl of shadow around him.
Kakashi blinked at him, covered with blood from the man's companions that he had butchered like animals. He jogged back inside the house, to Kida's side. He turned her over, trying to see what damage was done to her. Cuts ravaged her arms and legs, and many on her cheeks. But one thing was truly concerning to him, a deep stab wound through her stomach. He bit his lip, trying to keep from crying like a child with a hurt bird. He picked her up gently, as if she was a glass rose on the verge of breaking with each touch.
He carried her as fast as his exhausted self could to the hospital.
-----
It had been nearly three days since that incident. Kakashi had left Kida's side only for the bare necessities. He had barely eaten, the bathroom was in the next room, and he had taken a ten-minute shower to get the blood off of him (at the doctor's request). Naruto and the others had spent time cleaning the inside of Kakashi and Kida's house. But they had finished that, and now sat in the waiting room, Naruto pacing.
A few hours after Kakashi had brought her, the doctor had given him the news. The baby would be fine if Kida stayed okay, but she only had a 50- 50 chance.
That terrified Kakashi more than anything. Any family that he could have had, he would either get all of it or none of it. Since then, he hadn't left her side. She stirred on occasion, but nothing else. Kakashi got more and more worried with each passing moment.
That night, Kakashi couldn't take it anymore. Tears ran down his cheeks in streams as he spoke to her. "Kida? Baby, can you hear me? You can't do this to me. You CAN'T. I lost you once, and I'm not gonna let that happen again, you got me? C'mon baby, think about it. We're gonna get married. We're gonna have a baby! You finally found your brother, you can't give up on us!! Please." He buried his face in the sheets, clenching his fists in them. "Please."
Silence. Not a sound followed except him weeping into the sheets.
"Honey? Why're you crying?"
He looked up, and was lost in the sparkling blue eyes before him, filled with worry over him. He sat down on the bed and buried his face in her stomach, crying harder. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Shhh. Don't cry, honey. I'm okay, see?"
He nuzzled his head against her stomach, wrapping his arms around her torso. She gently scratched the back of his neck, a spot that he loved when she did that. Both of them closed their eyes, not daring to move as if it were a dream that they didn't want to wake up from.
Kida = Key-dah
Muchari = Moo-Chah-Ree
Kakashi = Kah-Kah-Shee
Sasuke = Sah-Skay
Jiraiya = Jeer-Aye-Yah
Cariden (mentioned in this episode) = Care-Ih-Den
Kakashi strode along the road to his house, the darkening sky settling behind him. True, he had not been home much the past few days, but if Itachi was coming home, then Sasuke needed to be ready. Then again, Kakashi really had wanted to spend more time at home. Even now when he tried to think of it, he couldn't remember how he had gone through the better part of a decade without her by his side.
It was amazing, even to all those around him, how attached they had become once again, and in such a short amount of time, too! But Kakashi didn't care what they thought. He had her, and would soon have a little boy running around. That was all he wanted.
As he approached the house, he suddenly got a not-quite-right feeling. For one, Kida hadn't run outside at full speed to welcome him home. For another, there weren't any sounds coming from inside, and even though Kida was a ninja, she liked being kinda loud at home.
He was about to leave, when he heard a bloodcurdling scream come from inside the house. The color dropped from his face as he slammed into the house. "KIDA?!"
Any color that Kakashi still had in his face fell at that instant. The walls were splattered with blood, and the house was a complete mess. Books, papers, anything that he owned was spread everywhere like a thick carpet. He swallowed the huge lump in his throat, trying to speak again. "K-Kida? Where are you?"
He walked slowly, trying to regain the sense of balance in his feet, to the living room. His stomach dropped, and his heart leapt into his throat, taking place of the lump he had tried to swallow. There she was, still in her pajamas, lying on the ground facing away from him. Even though she wasn't facing him, he could see the blood stains on her clothes, and the cuts on her arms. He fell to his knees, trying to (ungracefully) crawl over to her.
"Too bad. We had hoped she would put up a better fight than that! Tsh, disgrace."
He turned around, partially. Six men, dressed all in black, stood before him. In the shadows, only their eyes shone. Kakashi glared at them, but turned back to Kida, caressing her cheek. "Just hold on, baby. Just hold on."
The one who had spoken before piped up again. "Oh please. Can we just get this over with already? All this lovey-dovey crap is making me sick."
"Be patient. It's fun to see a grown man suffer," snickered another.
The next who spoke seemed to be the leader. "Shut up. All of you."
"Why should we?"
The leader nodded to Kakashi, who had stood up, facing away from them and towards Kida. He turned to face them, and his showing eye seemed to look red with fury. He attacked them with such speed and agility that none of them had seen before. And with his shuriken, he ripped them apart. One by one. Limb from limb. Only one he left alive, and that was the leader. He grabbed him by his collar and threw him outside. "Give a message to whomever you work for. Stay away from the girl."
The man stood up, no hitai-ate around his head or anywhere else on him. He wiped blood away from his cheek, and smirked at Kakashi. "Maybe your precious woman isn't all as innocent as you think. Remember this name. Cariden." He disappeared in a swirl of shadow around him.
Kakashi blinked at him, covered with blood from the man's companions that he had butchered like animals. He jogged back inside the house, to Kida's side. He turned her over, trying to see what damage was done to her. Cuts ravaged her arms and legs, and many on her cheeks. But one thing was truly concerning to him, a deep stab wound through her stomach. He bit his lip, trying to keep from crying like a child with a hurt bird. He picked her up gently, as if she was a glass rose on the verge of breaking with each touch.
He carried her as fast as his exhausted self could to the hospital.
-----
It had been nearly three days since that incident. Kakashi had left Kida's side only for the bare necessities. He had barely eaten, the bathroom was in the next room, and he had taken a ten-minute shower to get the blood off of him (at the doctor's request). Naruto and the others had spent time cleaning the inside of Kakashi and Kida's house. But they had finished that, and now sat in the waiting room, Naruto pacing.
A few hours after Kakashi had brought her, the doctor had given him the news. The baby would be fine if Kida stayed okay, but she only had a 50- 50 chance.
That terrified Kakashi more than anything. Any family that he could have had, he would either get all of it or none of it. Since then, he hadn't left her side. She stirred on occasion, but nothing else. Kakashi got more and more worried with each passing moment.
That night, Kakashi couldn't take it anymore. Tears ran down his cheeks in streams as he spoke to her. "Kida? Baby, can you hear me? You can't do this to me. You CAN'T. I lost you once, and I'm not gonna let that happen again, you got me? C'mon baby, think about it. We're gonna get married. We're gonna have a baby! You finally found your brother, you can't give up on us!! Please." He buried his face in the sheets, clenching his fists in them. "Please."
Silence. Not a sound followed except him weeping into the sheets.
"Honey? Why're you crying?"
He looked up, and was lost in the sparkling blue eyes before him, filled with worry over him. He sat down on the bed and buried his face in her stomach, crying harder. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Shhh. Don't cry, honey. I'm okay, see?"
He nuzzled his head against her stomach, wrapping his arms around her torso. She gently scratched the back of his neck, a spot that he loved when she did that. Both of them closed their eyes, not daring to move as if it were a dream that they didn't want to wake up from.