A/N: I really appreciate all the reviews, guys! And no, this isn't the end for Keitorin...at least not is the Kokoro has anything to say about it!
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(Neji's POV)
Even when I didn't like my sister, I always loved her. But why did it have to end like this? I was ashamed to cry, but here I was, in front of all these people, silver tears running down my face and sobs shaking my body and I couldn't stop them.
"Is she d-dead?" Hanabi whispered, staring fearfully at me.
"I think sh-she is." Hinata answered for me, which I was grateful for because I couldn't find words. I was outraged. My dad, and now my sister! It was just too much! I took a deep breath, lifting my hand to her forehead and lifting her forehead protector. Wait a minute...wasn't the curse seal supposed to dissapear when you died? The ugly tatoo was as strong as ever. And why was it glowing a deep indigo?
"She's not dead." I breathed, my heart pumping faster. "Sh-she's not dead!"
"What?" Hiashi hissed. For the first time since Keitorin fell, he was beginning to look uncertain.
"You thought you could kill me?"
We all turned to Keitorin, she was sitting up now, her eyes open. But where her eyes are lavender, these eyes vere very dark purple, and even though the night air was still around us, her hair was waving as if there was a breeze. "It's the Kokoro." Gaara whispered softly. I didn't want to admit that I was getting a little freaked out, but without thinking I held Hinata's hand tightly.
"Neji, you're crushing me!" She squeaked loudly.
"Sorry." I loosened my grip.
"Hyuga Hiashi. It's been a while." Kokoro laughed coldly. Her voice was a little higher to match Sierra's, and it seemed to make the evening a lot cooler than it really was. "Nearly 14 years since you tried to seal me in your son." What? I had known about the Kokoro, but I never heard that part of the story. "And now you think you can kill me by killing your only daughter? A girl who's ninja skills surpass even yours? Pretty deep, even for you."
"I killed you!" Hiashi hissed. "How are you alive? Is this some kind of evil genjutsu?"
"Hey, we're not evil." Kokoro stood up, her expression nothing but pure hurt. "We just enjoy suffering. What's wrong with that? Now, your daughter is dead, for sure. And you never loved her, so you're probably okay with that. But you realize how many people you've stepped on, trying to kill me?" Her hair was waving as if there was a strong wind whipping around her, but she took no notice to the black strands in her face.
"I will kill you again then." Hiashi warned, his hand on his weapon holster. "Don't come any closer."
"You won't kill me. I'm here to set everything right...and I will." Her hair suddenly wrapped around Hiashi's body, binding him tightly. "An eye for an eye, hmmm, Hiashi?" Keitorin's hair glowed with blue chakra, and there was a maniacal smirk on her face I never saw from my sister.
Hiashi suddenly screamed in anguish, wriggling to get free, to no avail. My heart began pounding in my ears, but Hinata asked my question for me. "Wh-what are you d-doing t-to my father?" She screamed.
"He took Keitorin's life. I'm taking his."
"N-no!" Hinata jumped at Kokoro, trying to pry her away and pulling at her hair. Easily, the spirit threw the shorter girl off.
"Don't waste your time. You precious daddy is getting what he deserves." Kokoro hissed.
"No! Father!" Hanabi screamed. "L-Leave him alone!"
"Okay." The Kokoro said suddenly, dropping Hiashi to the ground. He didn't move. "His soul is mine now. And I will give it to Keitorin Hyuga. She needs it more than I...I mean, I've lived thousands of years without a soul anyway."
Her eyes closed, and she fell abck to the ground. But I could distinctively see Keitorin's chest moving, and tears of you welled up in my eyes. She was alive.
Gaara was the first to approach her, and the only one who wasn't crying. For the first time since I met him, he was smiling. He kissed her gently, and her eyes fluttered open a few moments later, those lavender eyes I remembered. "Wh-what happened?"
As we were filling her in on the last few details of the fight, I heard a call behind me. I turned to see a blonde girl and a strange looking boy with face paint and a hood running towards me. "Who the hell are they?" I wondered aloud.
"Kankuro. Temari." Gaara stood up, pulling Keitorin up with him. He wrapped one arm around her waist to help her stand.
Temari rolled her eyes. "Gaara, what is she doing here? Fat ass." She smirked at Keitorin.
"At least I have curves. Your 15 and nobody can tell that you ever hit puberty."
"At least my curves don't make me look like I had plastic surgery."
"At least..."
"Can we please not fight?" Kankuro's exasperated voice innerupted. "And Temari, why do you have to be so nasty?"
Temari turned her murderous glare on Kankuro. "I don't need you to fight my battles."
"Thank you, Kankuro."
The sand nin turned to see Keitorin smiling at him, and he blushed.
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A/N: Splee! I luff Kankuro! LOL read and review!
