Sup peoples. I would like to thank my reviewers and tell LostMemories414 that he's screwed. Ha-ha. So, let's get this thing started! I don't own Naruto, why would I be writing this if I did? Imouto means little sister. Onee-chan means older sister.
Rashelly looked at her aunt, sending her the message that she was going to explain their bloodline now. Kira nodded.
"I'm sleepy, and though I would so like to take you up on your offer," she paused, glancing at the red-head "I need my rest. Can I use you as a pillow?" She asked Deidara.
"You get straight to the point." Deidara remarked, nodding. Kira shrugged.
"I'm not really one for beating around the bush."
"Night Auntie." Rashelly whispered. Kira leaned back onto Deidara's chest and fell asleep.
Rashelly sighed deeply. "Well, I think you might want to get comfortable, this explanation is going to take a while." Rashelly told the men, sitting at her Aunt's side.
"Your bloodline?" Sasori grunted, still put out from being caught off guard. Rashelly nodded. Sasori sat down and folded his hands in his lap.
"Well, it goes like this…
-Flashback-
"Mother!" A twenty-six year old woman called, black hair flowing around her shoulders, as she leaned on the doorway of a large Compound. A woman with equally black hair walked out to meet her.
"Yes child?" She asked, in her early fifties. The first woman swelled with pride, a large smile filling her face.
"Mom, I'm pregnant!" She exclaimed, hugging the older woman.
Her mother hugged back, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, oh Akana. I'm so happy!" She said, stroking her daughter Akana's hair. She pulled back from her daughter and sighed.
"What's wrong mother?" Akana asked hurriedly, worried for her mother's health. Her mother, Alaakume, turned from Akana, feeling shameful.
"I fear," Alaakume paused, coughing suddenly "I fear I too am with child."
Akana's face darkened. "Mother," she said reproachfully "are you positive I am to be an older sister?"
Alaakume nodded, her daughter engulfing her in a deep hug.
"We'll work through this." Alana said soothingly "Both of us."
-End Flashback-
"You see, in my family, after the head of the house, my grandmother Alaakume, produced and heir to the family, my mother Akana, she was forbidden to have anymore children, on the off chance that it would be female." Rashelly paused and surveyed the faces of her company "This was because way back when the clan was started, discovered rather, it was said that the second daughter of the head-of-house would be born on the same day that the head-of-house's granddaughter was born.
"This was a bad thing because it would cause chaos inside the clan, and it was said that the girls would become the cause of the destruction of the clan. In other words, Kira shouldn't have been born. At least, that's what my mother always said. She never directly told me that I was in any way, or would be in any way, responsible for the fall of the clan. Ever. She always put the blame on her imouto Kira. And she never put the blame on her parents.
"You can imagine that because of the 'prophecy' we were never really popular with the other kids in our clan, our family. Disturbing, but true. Well, maybe not disturbing for you two. Never mind." Rashelly muttered, shaking her head.
"Go on." Deidara prompted, looking at the sleeping blonde girl leaning against him. Rashelly nodded and took another deep breath.
"Obviously Kira and I were born despite the threat to our clan. And for a few years, everything was fine. Then the inner-clan civil war started." Rashelly raised a hand to her eye and laughed dryly. Her visible brown eye flashed in anger. "They were idiots.
"The whole dispute was over which of us would be the head of clan when Akana died. We could have cared less. Alaakume was alive, Akana was alive, we didn't see the point in fighting over who would lead the clan after two strong and healthy women passed away. We figured that one of us would only have to start leading the clan when we were fifty. Well, the rest of our family didn't feel that way…
-Flashback-
"We cannot allow Kira to become the head-of-clan!" An elderly man yelled, slamming his hand onto a long oak table.
"Nonsense." Another elderly woman said calmly. "She was born before Rashelly, and is the closest to Alaakume-sama."
"That's not what I meant!" He raged "She shouldn't be allowed to live to be even the next in line to be the head-of-clan!"
Alaakume pinched the bridge of her nose throughout the exchange. "ENOUGH!" She roared. "I will not allow talk of that nature! Salbaba, you of all people should know this!"
The elderly man, Salbaba, sank low into his chair.
"Our discussion should be back with the matter at hand, and if you cannot keep your opinions to yourself, you are welcome to leave." Alaakume told Salbaba coldly.
At the door Rashelly turned to look at Kira. "Let's go now." Kira said angrily, fists balled through the cloth of her red kimono. Rashelly nodded, wide-eyed.
Her purple kimono swished around her feet as she followed her aunt away from the meeting hall.
-End Flashback-
"We were four when we found out that half of our clan wanted us dead." Rashelly told Sasori, his face as unexpressive as ever. "We were five when the desire of that half almost came true."
Rashelly's eyes were hard, her expression drastically different from the one she had adorned only moments before.
-Flashback-
"Mommy, Mommy!?" A five year old Rashelly called desperately into the night. Akana rushed towards her, the hem of her nightgown bloodstained.
"Oh honey, are you alright?" She said quietly, picking the five year old up and dashing into the cover of a grove of oak trees. Rashelly nodded timidly.
"What's going on Mommy?" She asked, whispering like her mother. Akana gave her a look Rashelly could only describe as pity. "Where's Auntie Mommy?" She asked, jumping as she heard and explosion. "Mommy?"
But Akana didn't respond. She only smiled in a sad half kind of way as the tell-tale crackling of a fire began to be heard.
"N-no! No! NO!" Rashelly said, shaking her head and dashing away from her mother and towards the building where she and Kira shared a room. Smoke was pouring from the windows on ether side of the room. "Auntie!" Rashelly screamed franticly "AUNTIE!!"
She forced the door open, more smoke billowing into her face. She ran inside, her eyes shut tight, and felt the heat from a fire that wasn't in the hearth. She heard a series of labored coughs.
Walking toward the source she found her aunt Kira as pale as ice and just as cold as it. With great effort the five year old rescued her older relative and collapsed near a pond behind the building.
-End Flashback-
"Kira only recovered after being in bed for a month and a half, I fairing only slightly better at one month." Rashelly's voice was bitter with unwanted memories, and Sasori felt the overwhelming urge to comfort her, to which he fought a losing battle. He eventually gave in and rested his hand on hers and giving her a sympathetic glance.
"That was also the only time I remember feeling that Kira was truly scared. She couldn't breathe, and the air had already been humid because it had been in the summer. It scared me to see her like that." Rashelly said, stroking her aunt's sleeping face with one hand and squeezing Sasori's with the other.
"This attempted assignation caused Salbaba to be exiled, and we received news of his death right before Kira fully recovered. But the attempt made stress run high and caused tempers to flare. Suddenly a quarter of the clan was dead because of fights they picked with one another. The death toll kept rising and suddenly, only one quarter of the original clan was left. This made the clan weak. A group of bandits and shinobi-turned-murderers got wind of this, and the winter that Kira and I turned six they attacked. Just past midnight. It was horrible.
-Flashback-
"Come out come out wherever you are." A rough voice taunted from just outside the window. Rashelly pulled the covers over her head.
"We're not gonna hurt you." It continued, rounding the small one story building to the window near Kira's bed. Kira pulled the covers off of Rashelly.
"Rashelly, honey" she said, pulling out a kunai and ushering her niece to the large closet space at the far corner of the room "stay quiet. Get in the wardrobe and get yourself a spare kimono. Stay in the wardrobe." She whispered, listening to the footsteps outside the window and unsheathing a katana. Rashelly looked at the weapon and gulped. "You are to make no sound and under no circumstances are you to come out until I tell you that you can. If I never tell you to come out, expect the worst. But wait until sunrise to come out if I never tell you to."
Rashelly obeyed her aunts orders and climbed into the wardrobe, quietly closing the door.
Kira adjusted her grip on the katana, prepared to die at six years of age. The man banged on the door.
"Let me in little girly, I've come to play." He rasped, jingling the door handle.
"Oh, if you want to play then come right on in." Kira said, imitating a three year olds voice. From her vantage point in the wardrobe Rashelly saw, through a crack between two doors, the door swing open to reveal a nimble man with bad teeth.
Kira hid the katana behind her back and smiled a toothy grin at the bandit. "Hi." She said childishly.
"Hey little girly." The bandit said advancing on Kira. "Wanna do something fun?"
"No." Kira replied, thrusting the katana into the man's chest "And don't call me 'little girly'."
The man gaped at Kira and looked down at the breast of his shirt and wach blood gush out of the wound. He fell forward, dead.
Kira gaped at the man, turning green in the face. She threw up into a wastepaper basket near the corpse. She shakily pulled out the katana and wiped the blood off with her bed sheets, sheathing it once she was finished.
Rashelly could take it no longer as Kira fell to her knees. She burst from the wardrobe sobbing and ran to her aunt, whose face was as pale as it had been when she had been suffocating from smoke when she was five.
"Rashelly, we have to get to Mom and onee-chan." She said, her voice steady as she stood back up. Rashelly nodded and the two ran outside to see Alaakume and Akana struck down into a pool of blood. A gigantic man with a short sword laughed in mirth as he looked into the life-less eyes of the two women.
Kira's rage boiled over. Handing a few kunai to Rashelly should she need them Kira attacked the man, slicing his head off and flinging it has far as her six year old body would allow. She collapsed into the pool of her mother's blood and didn't even flinch as another bandit stabbed her in the back.
Rashelly threw a kunai at the man with deadly accuracy and the man fell to the side, as dead as Alaakume and Akana. Rashelly ran up to her aunt and picked her up by the arms and ran.
-End Flashback-
"That night was so scary. I ran with stamina I didn't know I had until I got to the gates of Sunnakagure, where I met the Kazekage, Gaara's father. Gaara was three years old at the time, and the late Kazekage got us a place to live and jobs when we were old enough. Gaara, Kira, and I were close friends growing up. We weren't bothered by his violent tendencies, we had those ourselves." Rashelly sighed.
"We didn't grow up as shinobi, we were taught the basics when we were young and still with our clan. The rest kind of came naturally. Kira taught at the Sunna academy and was secretary for Gaara, and was a decent medic. I worked at Sunna's hospital and maintained a position with Sunna's ANBU. After we got away from our clan we lead pretty boring lives. Until now.
"Well, I'm done. And tired. I hate thinking about my history." Rashelly yawned.
"You told us your background, not how the bloodline works." Sasori stated, tilting is head slightly.
"And that's where you're wrong. Every bloodline has a history. Every history presents itself in the memories of the survivors. I've just shared the collective bloodline of my aunt and myself. For how it works, ask Kira. I may be the better medic, but she understands the inner workings of the bloodline and all that crap." Rashelly said, yawning again.
Without invitation she rested herself against Sasori and prepared to sleep.
"Wait, un." Deidara said, thinking about all the bloodlines he knew of. "What's your clan's name?"
"Kangocho."
Kangocho is the Japanese word for the chief of nurses in the army. You'll find out how this relates to everything else in the next chapter : P Hope you liked! Review please : 3 Happy Mother's day!!