Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto; Masashi Kishimoto does. So sue me!
Chapter Eight: The DNA Test and Results
The next morning Murasaki woke up. She immediately sat up in bed, even though it was painful. She looked around, not recognizing where she was. Then she remembered all that happened the night before. Getting beat up by the four other ninja, Shikamaru rushing her to the Nara household, telling her that he was brother...
She sighed. This can't be happening to me, she thought. I never had a brother in the Hidden Sand. Besides, I've never even lived here before. Just because I wore my hair up last night, he accused me of being related to him! How could he think that I even share the same DNA as him?
Murasaki shook her head and went to the bathroom. When she got out, a speedy figure ran over and tackled her to the ground. She cried out in pain, for he had made her arm twist back behind her before they landed.
"I'm so sorry, sister! I didn't mean to do that!" Shikamaru told her. He had a concerned look in his eyes. "Are you all right?"
Murasaki looked at him with an annoyed look on her face. "Just fine," she replied. "I need to get back to my tent and make sure no one rummaged through it. There wasn't much in it, though, but I hope they didn't steal my most valuable object in there."
"What was that?" Shikamaru asked.
"My CD player," she answered. "I basically don't go anywhere without my music. I hope it's still there. Thieves were a big problem in the Hidden Sand, too. Anyway, I have to change clothes, too. I prefer my normal outfit over this one."
"Well, can you come back over when you get all your stuff together?" Shikamaru asked Murasaki.
She looked at him and sighed with a hint of annoyance. "Whatever," she growled. "I just need to get changed and get my stuff packed first. Be back in a bit, I guess."
With that, she was out the door and running in the direction of her tent.
About ten minutes later, Murasaki came back. Shikamaru had to do a double take to see if it really was her. He was shocked with what he saw.
It was Murasaki all right, but she had come back looking like a gothic girl. Her face was extremely pale (powder was used a lot to do it), her hair was down and spiked in extreme ways, and she had black eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and nail polish on. She was wearing black pants with red lace on the back of the legs, black boots that went to her knees and a black hoodie that had Linkin Park printed across the front. On the back of the hoodie near the bottom, the letters LP were printed. (Sorry if you don't like Linkin Park, but they're my fave band and I actually own this hoodie, so boo-hoo! Now, back to the story!)
Shikamaru's eyes grew wide. "Is that you, Murasaki?" he asked.
Murasaki looked at him. "This is the same girl that left a little while ago," she snapped. "Why? You wanna do something about it? Or am I gonna have to teach you a lesson?"
Shikamaru shook his head then took her hand. "Come on back inside," he told her. "Dad says we're gonna go and get the DNA test done so we can prove that you're my sister. Are you ready for it?"
Murasaki suddenly looked scared. "They use needles, don't they?" she asked, her voice full of fear.
Shikamaru chuckled. "Are you afraid of needles, my gothic sister?" he asked cheerfully.
The answer he received was a punch to the face. He fell to the floor and looked at Murasaki, realizing he had pissed her off. "If you ever tell anyone that piece of information, I'll rip off your head and pin it to the nearest wall to set as example not to make fun of me for one of my fears. Got it?" she finished, icily.
Shikamaru's eyes grew wide in fear, but he nodded. Murasaki then calmed down and said, "Let's go in and get the testing done and over with."
A half hour later, Murasaki, Shikamaru and Shikaku arrived at the medical building. They were each put in a separate room and asked personal questions, followed by blood extraction. Murasaki wasn't exactly thrilled about the questions they asked her.
"Are you sexually active?"
"No."
"Do you have regular menstrual cycles?"
"Duh," Murasaki muttered under her breath as she nodded.
"Are you taking drugs?"
"No."
"Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Have you always lived with your parents and brother?"
"No. I can't even be sure if they're blood family until the results prove me wrong."
The medical nin filled out the answers on the medical sheet. "Go into the room to your left once you exit this room," the nin told Murasaki. "The blood drawing goes on in that room. You father and brother will be sitting in the same room, so if you need emotional support, they'll be there for you, okay?"
Murasaki rolled her eyes and she went into the room. Inside she saw Shikamaru and Shikaku sitting in chairs against a wall, while one chair in the middle of the room was empty. Murasaki took the hint and sat in the empty chair.
The next thing she knew, a male medical nin came in with the needle. He went over to Murasaki and asked her if she was ready. When she nodded, he inserted the needle into her upper right arm.
Murasaki's jaw instantly tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut and there were a few tears in the corners of her eyes. Shikamaru wanted to go over and be near her and calm her down, but he knew he'd never live to see another day if he did that, so he stayed put in his seat.
A moment later the procedure was done and the nin smiled. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked.
Murasaki formed a fist, but thought twice and brought her hand to a normal stance. She took her index finger and ran it across the needle hole and healed it. She looked over at Shikamaru and mentally shot out, Try saying that it wasn't so bad when you have a HUGE fear of needles! I'd like to hear him say that then! (I actually do have a huge fear of needles, but I'm actually much worse. Just ask my mom! Sorry; just had to say that! Back to the story we go! Even though this chapter's almost done, here we go!)
The next hour of waiting was painfully...boring. Murasaki was so bored that she had read all the magazines twice. Shikamaru was reduced to sleeping in his chair. Shikaku, however, was deep in thought as he watched Murasaki as she continued reading Monthly Ninja Health Check-up again.
Where did my innocent little daughter go? Shikaku asked himself. My little giggle box has been replaced by this young gothic kunoichi that doesn't seem to believe in our relation! This isn't the Murasaki I had the fun in raising for those years that she was here! This is a totally different person altogether! I might as well accept her for what she is now, though.
That moment, Shikamaru's voice brought Shikaku out of his thoughts. "The results are back, Dad," Shikamaru told him.
Murasaki and Shikaku both looked at him. "What were they?" Shikaku asked.
Shikamaru smiled and turned to Murasaki. "I TOLD you we were related!" he said. He then gave Murasaki a hug and told her, "Welcome back to the family, NARA MURASAKI!"
The answered Shikamaru received (again! Poor Shikamaru!) was another punch to the face, which ultimately knocked him to the ground. Murasaki looked mad. "Don't hug me!" she told him. "We already had an 'accident' this morning when you tackled me, remember?"
Shikamaru rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed expression. "Sorry about that!" he replied.
Shikaku watched the two siblings bickering at each other. He watched and realized that Murasaki had won the argument, which shut Shikamaru up. Then, Murasaki laughed when Shikamaru got up and tripped over the little table of magazines, knocking the magazines off.
Shikaku froze. Her laughter, Shikaku thought. It just sounded like she was her younger self for a little while there. He smiled and gave Murasaki a hug and kissed her on the top of her head. "I love you, Murasaki," he told her.
Now it was Murasaki's turn to freeze. Never in her life had she been told that someone loved her. At least, no one had as long as she could remember. She didn't know what to do, so she stood in the embrace and waited until it ended. She then turned to Shikamaru. "Last one back home has to tell a juicy and embarrassing secret!" she told him as she raced off. Shikamaru quickly took off after her.
Shikaku chuckled to himself. He sensed that Murasaki was going to beat Shikamaru, but he didn't want to tell Shikamaru that. He was also surprised at how much Murasaki resembled her younger self in that moment. He smiled. Looks like I'm going to have to accept her the way she is now, Shikaku thought. You can never keep them young forever.
And besides that, Shikaku added, no matter what she'll always be my little Murasaki.
Cuteness. I'm tired. It's 1:18 in the morning. I have school tomorrow. You know the drill. Feedback is good! I'm gonna try and have Sasuke and Naruto in the next chapter, but no lemon between the two yet. Sorry, but I'm liking the idea of having one fast couple and one steady couple. Hate to disappoint you guys, but it's my fanfic, so boo-hoo! I'm gone! Goodnight!