Chapter Three:
Soon they were out of Konoha. Kisame had taken it upon himself to slaughter the two guards who watched the huge gates that kept the little town safe from unwanted visitors. There had been so much blood everywhere. Hinata had to fight the urge not to scream. She knew those two. Kotetsu and Genma were their names. She knew she'd probably end up like them if she interfered. She hated her life, that was true, but that red-eyed man that somehow given her new hope.
She walked behind the two males; dragging her feet in the muddy ground. She kept her distance. Kisame had told her straight out what he thought of her and her idea to follow them. She knew very well what would happen if she got too close.
She sighed quietly and watched as her dirty feet moved back and forth underneath her bare legs. Her toes were dirty. Her feet were sore. If only she'd brought her shoes with her.
Lost in her own thoughts, she never noticed the two males stopping until she crashed into Kisame's back once again. She backed away quickly and closed her eyes, hoping she'd disappear before he got the chance to turn around.
"You," He said slowly; his tone darker than usual. "I've had it with your little game." He started and watched as her head sunk further down the big collar of the cloak. "I've had it of your silent complaints, your annoyingly weak chakra and, and that finger fiddling you do every time I look at you." He raised his sword and stepped closer to the little girl. "If you're not gone by the time I've counted to three I swear that will be the last thing you'll ever hear!" He threatened.
Hinata took another step backwards. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she tried to keep calm.
"One,"
Maybe he wasn't serious. Maybe he was just trying to scare her. He wouldn't hurt her would he? It wasn't like she'd done anything, right?
"Two,"
But he had killed Kotetsu and Genma without any real reason, and he had seemed to enjoy it. Spilling their blood on the ground and hearing them plead for mercy had seemed to make him enjoy it even more. Who was he anyway? The cloak he was wearing was the same as the one Itachi had given her, black with red clouds. She'd heard about those before. Naruto had told her about them. If only she could remember.
"Three," Kisame stated and lifted the sword up higher and swung it towards the girl.
She felt a strong push against her shoulder and fell to the ground while hearing a loud crash coming not far from her. Her eyes were still closed. Was she dead?
"What the hell?!" She heard Kisame yell. "What'd you do that for?" His voice was angry.
Hinata opened her eyes slowly and brought a hand to her shoulder. It hurt.
"Damn it Itachi!" Kisame roared and swung the sword towards the girl again.
Hinata's eyes widened as it got closer to her. She was too afraid to move.
Suddenly two black clothed legs appeared in front of her and she heard the crash once again. Blood dripped down onto the ground in front of her.
"Itachi!" Kisame shouted angrily. "Get out of the fucking way!"
Itachi? Hinata looked up and saw him standing there. His right hand was covered in blood. Did he just save her? Twice?
"Leave her alone, Kisame." He ordered and got a hateful look from his comrade before he finally gave in and threw the sword over his shoulder and started walking again.
Hinata stared up at the man in front of her. What was it with this man? Why did he do that? Why did he save her?
"Come," He mumbled without looking at her and went after Kisame.
Hinata watched him leave and slowly got up on her feet again. Her small feet brought her quickly up to Itachi. She glanced at his hand and bit her lip insecurely.
"A-Arigatou," She said softly, hoping he wasn't angry with her.
"Don't mention it," He murmured sourly. He wasn't sure what had made him do what he did. She was just a girl. A girl he didn't feel anything for. She reminded him of somebody he once knew, but it wasn't her. He inwardly slapped himself and clenched his fists tightly together by the sides of his hips. His right hand was bleeding really badly. He probably needed to see a doctor. Damn that Kisame and his stupid sword.
Kisame walked with heavy steps in front of the two others. He was angry she was still with them. It would have been so much easier if she was dead. A smile tugged at his lips though as he re-played the image of Itachi when his sword had collided with his hand. The expression of pain he'd seen was priceless. It wasn't everyday he got to see Itachi show that sort of expression.