Other Various Naruto 'Past Time' Bits

Circa 2006 - 2008

These were also meant to be added into my 'Past Time' archive, but were never finished

Genre: General ?

Rating: T ?

Indescribable

Summary: The sound that echoed into the forest was so familiar that they had to investigate. And it is in that moment an indescribable emotion surfaces in two young minds. [Naruto x Kagome x Sasuke]

What sounded like the chirping of birds, hundreds of birds, echoed into the forest. Three heads turned, seeing a blue light suddenly appeared in the darkness, spreading through the trees as one raised their hand to block it from their sight. The color brightened everything, while the sound increased in volume, the confrontation obviously taking place somewhere close by.

"Kakashi-sensei?" a girl questioned.

Kakashi's visible eye widened, and he took a step toward the sound. "It can't be," his voice whispered. He knew that his students had not heard him, as he narrowed his eye, wondering exactly where the sound was coming from. It had been so long ago, but he could remember a single girl similar to him wielding what he believed the attack to be. That girl had been lost, never found and no body recovered, but he had a very small hope that the familiar sound was from what he believed it to be.

"Kakashi-sensei?" another asked, a large frown plastering onto his face. He knew that light, and the sound all too well from seeing it used so many times. However, he knew that only his sensei and his teammate knew how to wield it, so there was no way that it could possibly be what he thought it was at first. But, the sound of a thousand chirping birds was familiar to his ears, and the sound that echoed into his ears now was identical.

The light died away, but the sound of a loud explosion did not go unnoticed to any of the four standing amongst the darkened trees. In the distance it was easy to see a cloud of dirt and debris rise from the forest, as a loud battle cry echoed into the area. The sound was feminine, yet dark; signaling toward what the battle being fought was turning into—a death match. Then, the sky lit up again, this time in hues of red and yellow, fire rising into the air in the shape of a large dog, before it crashed to the earth and disappeared.

"Kakashi-sensei, should we do something?" the girl asked, worry clear on her features.

"Heh," the other male stated, "why should we do anything at all?"

"Sasuke," she frowned, "the person could get hurt, or be killed."

"Like it's our problem," Sasuke said.

"Sasuke-teme, how can you say something like that? The person fighting could be some type of heroine to some unknown village! We can't just let her die!"

"We don't even know if it is a girl, Naruto, or if the person who screamed was the one attacked." Sasuke turned his back, "I say we just forget about it, and continue with the mission we were assigned—" His voice trailed off as his eyes watched the sky intently, as the blue coloration returned with a vengeance. Then, he allowed his eyes to stare at his hand for a few moments, before shaking his head, knowing that only his sensei and him could do such a technique.

"Come now," Kakashi sighed, "we're not hurting anyone by looking."

"Yeah," Naruto beamed. "So, come on!"

However, at the moment that Naruto was going to move forward, another cry echoed into their ears. A cry that caused their backs to stiffen, and their eyes to widen—for the voice told all as the sound of chirping birds returned to their ears. "Chidori!"

"That's our cue," Kakashi said softly, moving after his students had, each one of them confused, bewildered, and wanting to demand answers.

Unyielding Protection

Summary: There is one person that he hates even more than Itachi—one person that he has loathed since the words fell from her mouth. She promised, she lied, and he is willing to kill her, no matter what his heart screams, when he finds her once more. [Sasuke x Kagome]

This one was written before it was revealed that Itachi had been a hero.

Sapphire tears spilled over rounded cheeks, creating glistening streams against the pale skin. Large, sapphire eyes stared blankly at the scene before them, shock keeping the body from moving. However, the tears still leaked downward, and fell from a quivering chin onto the bloodstained street below. Beneath them, disbelief welled up inside, the head of black locks beginning to shake, trying to make the images go away.

"No."

The sound of moving—someone must be alive!—caught the attention of the silent watcher, and the head of black locks twisted around in order to look. However, the large eyes widened a bit more as a boy came running around a corner in fright, as the heart inside their chest picked up speed. The words falling from the boy's mouth—he did not want to die!—went almost completely unnoticed as another presence entered the scene.

"No," the voice was softer.

The large and angry aura filled the area, blocking out the senses, as the watcher's mouth fell open in shock. He had been pushed too hard, too quickly, and now others had paid the price. However, the words that came from his mouth, as he closed his eyes, told anyone that this was not simply because of the pressure. He had thought of this long and hard, before snapping—he had snapped when he chose, because he was strong enough to have the choice. He had snapped, though, and now the part of him that no one should ever have had to seen had risen to the surface and was thirsty for blood—death.

His eyes opened, and the watcher tensed as the boy screamed. Large sapphire eyes streamed with a new bout of tears, wishing that the pain were not being pushed upon the other. Wishing deeply that the pain could be stopped, but knew that even the power they held was not enough to save him from the pain—no, for the one pushing it upon him was far too strong. The power beneath their skin would not be enough to halt the blood lust completely, to stop the madness entirely, for he was too strong to be controlled in such a way.

Hands lifted into a prayer, as the silent watcher allowed more tears to fall to the ground below. Chakra swelled beneath the fingers, coursing through the chakra system in order to develop visibly into a symbol before the clasped fingers. It was obscured, but the developing chakra quickly strengthened in color, filling out the spaces and bringing the kanji to life. The blue chakra licked upwards, like flames, toward the glittering sky above, before the hands were brought closer to the silent watcher's chest.

For a moment everything seemed to disappear, stop, before the cloak settled around the figures body lifted into spirals upon the shoulders. Then, they burst open, black strips unfurling from the splits and spreading out until they were twice the length of the figures body. The ten strips stiffened once they had risen into position, stretching out in even amounts from the figures body like wings, with the tips curling downward in a deadly arch. The strips flapped a single time together, forward and then back, and in that instant it appeared that the sky had filled the spaces with its twinkling stars.

Near silent words were muttered underneath the silent watcher's breath, as their hands began to move in the familiar seals. The kanji glowed a pleasant blue, but within an instant bled until it was red, when the seals were completed. The watcher then thrust their hands forward, one extending two fingers in order to point at the one with the deadly aura, and the other to sweep over the land below. Another bout of words were then muttered, as the tears were ignored, forgotten for the time, but thus allowing the seal to take place.

The one filled with anger tensed, the foot he had lifted—the hand that had twitched in order to draw his blade, again—settling back down onto the ground. His eyes flickered, catching sight of the large, uncurled wings that appeared to have stolen the sky, and then settled back onto the boy whimpering before him. She had come to late to save the others—she would not have been able to even if she tried—but he knew what she had done. The boy was worthless—there was no point in killing him, not anymore.

However, she would never be able to hold him down completely, not when he had finally broken free. He would wait for another to come, someone worth having his blade drawn against them, but he would not kill this boy. So, he would play with the boy, for maybe someday, even when that annoying girl was hovering about, he would be worthy enough for his blade to spill his blood.

The boy screamed as he spoke, closing his eyes and reopening them to show him the spinning wheel that had formed. Satisfaction swelled in his chest, even as he continued to force the genjutsu onto the younger male. He could see the images just as clearly as the boy, but it did not matter at this point—he had killed them, why would he feel anything afterward? He knew that the girl was watching, wishing that he would stop, but it was not until what seemed like a millennium had past before he released the boy.

A hand raised to the silent watcher's mouth, wishing that he would just stop. There was no reason for him to hurt the boy; there was nothing that he had ever done to him! But, her tears started to leak faster, in greater supply, when he spoke for a final time, his voice cold and distant.

"Foolish brother, if you wish to kill me, hate me, detest me, and survive in an unsightly way. Run, run and cling to life."

Duty or Honor

Summary: Her duty demanded that she kill him, but her honor demanded that she leave him be. Her master is pressing down upon her, and she is forced to make a decision. [Naruto x Kagome]

"You stupid, stupid human."

"I'm sorry," she said weakly, her voice barely heard within the vast room.

He glared down at her, his face twisting into a sneer as he watched her bowed form rise and fall softly. "No," he growled. "If you were, you would have completed your task instead of trying this Sesshoumaru's patience."

She pressed her lips firmly together, before muttering, "I'm sorry" once again.

"Akatsuki must not get what they are after," he stated. "Should they managed to get all nine of them," he paused, "I believe you know what will happen, don't you, little miko?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Then why did you not complete your task?" he snarled.

"The boy—"

He stopped her before she could even continue; "The boy has Kyuubi within him. The most dangerous of the bijuu. He cannot be trusted, nor can he be underestimated simply because he seems to have a completely different effect on people than Kyuubi does."

"I did not mean—" she was cut off once more.

"You will complete your task," Sesshoumaru snapped. "If you cannot manage a simple thing such as this, then you will forfeit your life along with the boys. Do it, miko, and do it correctly." He turned in a swirl of robes, and stalked away from her form, completely ignoring anything she might have to say afterward. Her words meant nothing, only the completion of what he had asked for.

She pressed her lips together once more, and then slowly rose, the twin blades hanging loosely in her grip. She raised her head after a moment, finally, in order to show her hardened eyes to the world. She would complete her task, as her master had ordered, because she owed him her life, and these meaningless tasks were nothing compared to that. She would complete her task, and if she did not, she would give her life to him, because she knew that she did not deserve it.

But she would try her damnest, and if the boy did not die, she would gladly give her life to Sesshoumaru.

She told herself she was a fool once more. She watched him closely, and told herself again that she needed to kill him, that he had to die; yet she could not seem to throw the kunai. She told herself that her master expected her to do so, wanted her to kill him, and that she should do as he wished, but she could not make her hand throw the weapon. She truly was a fool, for that boy contained Kyuubi in his body, and Kyuubi was considered a sadistic monster.

What better way to kill him? Kyuubi was too powerful to be killed, even by her master after his boost in power. That was a reason he was the strongest of the bijuu. Kyuubi could not be killed when roaming the land, destroying it and the people who lived there for his own pleasure, but he could be killed now. Now, because he was trapped within a fifteen-year-old boy until either the boy died, was killed, or the seal containing Kyuubi's power was broken.

Her hand, in this form, could easily purify Kyuubi's soul and then the problem would be gone. Yet, her fingers would not let go of the weapon between them; they simply would not throw it as he walked beside his pink-haired companion. She did not understand why her hand would not perform the act, especially when she had given her life to doing anything that her master wished. However, as she watched him smile, and thrust his fist into the air about getting the ultimate challenge, her hold loosened on her weapon.

Kyuubi, as she knew him, was malevolent and ruthless.

His… vessel, though, was so bright and cheerful that it seemed surprising that the boy contained Kyuubi's power inside of him. The boy was the complete opposite of Kyuubi, constantly smiling and looking forward to the things that made life a little better. He held onto friendship and fought for them with his life, even when Kyuubi was probably whispering in his ear that it was pointless to have such things. Those things, things that reminded her of a life she once had, caused her to pause and wonder if he was, perhaps, changing Kyuubi slowly.

However, even with the small, hopeful wish, she knew that it would never be done. Kyuubi's massive power would forever cause him to believe that he was better than everything and anything in the world around him. Kyuubi's power and abilities gave him an advantage, and he was right to believe he was better than others, except whenever he mocked her master—and he had done that many times before he was sealed.

Take Me Away

Summary: A lonesome princess, unable to escape the isolation forced upon her, and the feared assassin who kidnaps her. [Zabuza x Kagome]

She jumped a little, turning to gaze toward the darkness of the room surrounding her. She sighed when she found nothing, expecting such, but she silently wished that there might have been someone there. Of course, except for the random servant that would not speak with her, she knew that there would be no one coming for her. No one to speak to, to laugh with, to share something with, or anything else that she silently wished she could have.

Bringing her pale hand up to brush away her bangs, she looked toward the window that she had been gifted with. Her father had given it to her only because she had nearly died of illness, and she almost hated it. An innocent life had been taken because the medic-nin, Akitoki Hojo, had known of her existence.

The bastard child of Lord Higurashi.

The man who had rose through the ranks quite quickly, bullying others, and obtaining the army of shinobi that he sought to obtain. The man who had originally told one woman he would only love her, only to marry another beautiful woman with the promise that he had never touched another woman, and only for the power it brought him. The man who got the surprise of his life when his old love stumbled to his doorstep, pregnant with his only child, and he would have killed her if it had not been for his beautiful wife.

His wife had taken his old love into their home, despite Lord Higurashi's constant wish to rid the world of her. She had taken care of the woman, silently giving her the comfort she needed, and hushed her husband each time, telling him that no one else needed to know of the child. And she had been there, throughout it all, even when Lord Higurashi's old love died in birth. The beautiful woman had taken in Lord Higurashi's bastard child, raised her like her own, but the man always got to give the final command.

So, despite the fact that his beautiful wife wanted to say the child was her own, when she lost her eyesight, Lord Higurashi thrust his bastard child into isolation.

She had been there ever since, with only the quiet company of Lady Katsumi when the beautiful woman was able to slip away from her husband. The woman told her stories, treated her like her own child, and she almost wished that she could say she was.