Wow ) Chapter four! Ok XD Thank you so much to everyone who's read and reviewed this! ok... um... So yeah XD I'm sorry if I switch points of view to much...

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I blinked, light streaming through the curtains, brightening the room. I'm at home, in my room. I thought happily. I'll get up, eat breakfast, then I can go meet Daisuke kun, Kichiro kun, and Hachiro Sensei- No you can't. I realised, as I began to awake fully. You're not in the village anymore. Daisuke Kun hates you. Kichiro Kun and Hachiro Sensei are dead.

You killed them yourself.

After a moment of disorientation, I propped myself up on my one elbow, scanning the room and remembered where I was. I could recall fixing Deidara San's arm, as I had promised, then moving him from the floor to the bed. Sleep would help with the recovery, and the floor didn't seem to comfortable, which explained why I was on the couch. What wasn't explained... Where had Deidara gone?

I sighed, getting up, and stretching briefly. Great. So he had gotten me to fix his arm then ditched me, I suppose. I was relieved to see my weapon, A KusariKama, exactly where I had left it. I picked it up, yawning, and made my way to the door, then stopped. There was a piece of paper stuck to the back of the door clumsily with a shuriken, a note scribbled on it quickly.

Gin San,

Gone to get supplies. Back soon.

PS: Thank you sooo much, un!

The un at the end really made me smile. So did the little birds doodled in the corners. I had certainly been found by a strange person.

It wasn't long after that the blond came strolling through the doorway, grinning in a way I had never thought an S-ranked nuke-nin could, carrying a bit of food and other supplies with difficulty.

There was a bag slipping out from under his one arm, which I caught before it fell. There wasn't all that much there, some food, blankets, water... perhaps enough for a two day trip for two people. He had said that their hideout was in the river country, which was about two days away.

"Gin San?" He said, smile never subsiding, he glanced down at his arm. "Thanks, un."

"Don't mention it, Deidara San." I was slightly thrown off by the sincerity in Deidara's voice. It seemed out of place, two nuke nin- traitors, murderers- exchanging kind words.

"You must be starving, un." He said quickly, sitting cross-legged on the floor near the bed, I did the same. "Let's go get some Ramen! But first...I've told you about me, what about you, un? I heard what happened from one of the villagers, but..." I felt my gaze shift to the floor, as a certain heavy feeling constricted my chest and stomach, a dull wave of nausea passing over me. Fear. Stress. Guilt. "If you don't want to talk about it-" He added anxiously, but I shook my head.

"No... It's fine... It might help..."

"Me first, Me first!"

The dark haired Jonin sighed, allowing the brown haired boy waving his arm frantically to introduce himself to our new team first. "My name is Meikai Daisuke! I like funny movies, and I really don't like broccoli."

Hachiro sensei nodded, mildly interested, the corners of his mouth upturned slightly. "And you?" He asked the other boy, who shrugged, though not unhappily.

"Ingamono, Kichiro, um...Well I can't really think of anything right now, so... I like soccer, I guess, and I hate... broccoli? I dunno. " Daisuke muttered something about copying, and Sensei's eyes turned to me.

"And number three is...?"

"Baikan, Gin." I should have noticed it then, the way his eyes narrowed slightly, as his gazed drifted to the weapon at my belt.

"What is that?"

"A KusariKama, Sir."

"Where did you get it?"

"Home, It used to be my father's."

"And your mother lets you practice with this?"

"Mhmm" I replied happily, not having noticed Sensei's glare. On training missions, and practising, I would often catch him scowling at me in the same way. I thought nothing of it.

There was no smile on his face when he congratulated me after passing my chunin examination, or my promotion to Jonin. I never noticed.

Worse, now that I think of it, was that Kichiro San would give me the same look, from which, I took no warning.

It was little more than a day ago that I learned what that glare had meant.

I had just returned from a particularly difficult mission, finding myself in need of some time to relax. Training with my weapon always relaxed me for some reason. Allowing my mind to empty as my body went through the motions mechanically, worn into my memory by repetition.

That's when I heard it. The soft thud of many feet landing on the damp grass behind me. It was raining that night. It's always raining this time of year.

"Gin San," Says a familiar no-nonsense voice. I turn, smiling, but the look on My sensei's face makes me stop. Sensei... Kichiro... six other Jonin I know from around the village. All have the same cold look in their eye. It sent a shiver down my spine for a reason I couldn't recognize. I was surrounded.

"Sensei? What's going on...?" I began warily.

"Gin San... You've been acting strange lately. We've all noticed it." Kichiro answered. I wasn't sure where Daisuke was. "It's began to worry people. On missions... In fights... you're not yourself."

"Kichiro Kun, what are you talking about?" I tried, smiling desperately. This was some elaborate joke, it had to be.

"There's something wrong with you." Hachiro Sensei answered. "You're a hazard. A risk. We can't have you endangering your teammates anymore."

I vaguely knew what he was talking about. I could get strange on missions sometimes. I couldn't really help it. But... the thought of hurting a teammate... "Hachiro Sensei.. Kichiro kun... I don't understand..."

A thrown kunai brought me to me senses, or from them. I stared at the ground as realisation set in. Kill me. They were trying to kill me. My grip on my kama's handle tightened, and I felt my shoulders shaking heavily. It took me a moment to realise why.

I was laughing.

It was like someone had flicked a switch in my mind. I wasn't in control anymore. I felt a smile pull at my mouth, out of place laughter still echoing in the air."So that's how it is."

The next few minutes I still can't remember as anything but a blur, but when a distant voice I recognized as Daisuke's brought me back, All eight, Sensei, Kichiro, the others... Dead. A KusariKama wound is distinctive. There was no doubt as to their killer.

"Gin Chan!" Daisuke called desperately, reaching me. He just stopped, and stared for a long moment as he saw the result of the battle. "Gin..." He gaped, voice shaking. "Gin I had heard what they were planning... I came to try and stop it...but... oh god..." His eyes narrowed. "Gin...how could you...?" My eyes drifted to the ground. I was covered in blood, but that should have come as no surprise.

"Daisuke, I..."

"Leave."

I blinked at him for a moment. "What?"

"Get out of here." He turned, back to me, voice harsher than I had ever heard it. "Look, I don't blame you for fighting back. But that doesn't change what you've done. They'll be after you. Run. And don't ever come back."

"Daisuke-"

"Just GO, damn it!"

Without another word, I darted off towards the exit to the village as fast as my legs would carry me. Two other shinobi tried to stop me on my way out. A panicked slash or swat with the weight on my Kusarikama dispatched of them.

I reached the road out of Amegakure, forest rising up on each side. Running, and running until I could run no more, I staggered into the woods, and curled up under a large tree, sheltered from the rain, as the night's events truly sank in. I was alone. Completely and totally alone. I remember staring up at the gray rainy sky helplessly wondering what I could possibly do. I didn't cry. Just lay awake, trembling with shock and cold.

Eventually, the Shinobi in me won out over the frightened seventeen year old girl, and I got to my feet, fear replaced with grim resolve. There was only so long I could stay here without being found. There was a little town a small ways away I could reach long before daybreak. That would be a start.

I started down the dirt path at a slower rate, watching as the now heavy-rainfall washed away the blood. I spared one fleeting glance over my shoulder in my old home's direction. There was no turning back now.

I'm not sure exactly when I had begun crying, but by the end of my explanation, tears streamed quietly down my face, much to Deidara's confusion. "Gin San? Are you ok, un?" I just nodded, sniffling slightly, realising how stupid and un-shinobi ish this seemed.He grinned, pulling me to my feet by my hand. "Come on, un! Let's go get that Ramen. You'll feel better after some food, un!"

Ok... Again, I really hope Gin's not mary sueish at all, and that Dei's not too OOC So yeah XD Thank you so much for reading this, and please review