It Tells a Tale
Dedicated to Yuun-Chan and Sabaku no Sarah-Hime
A/N: Sorry for not updating for four months, I've been quite busy since, you know, it's my last year in Junior High. Also I had this intense writer's block...Anyhow, onto the very much belated story of mine. Hope you enjoy!
"Futon: Daitoppa!" I just love my wind element ninjutsu. They are always so damn handy. You know what they say, wind is the natural enemy of water...or not...
"You are fun! Much more challenging than Shinko!" Itsuwari Akeno laughed arrogantly.
He disappeared. Shunshin? Shinko once practiced her water shunshin on me, though her stamina couldn't keep up, her strategies were brilliant. And I guess they still are, look how easy we have smuggled into Konohagakure.
Speaking of Shinko, I wonder how she and that Nara brat are doing.
He is much faster than Shinko on the speed level. He must have long passed the Jonin level. I used a kagebunshin to take out a kunai to block against Akeno's sudden attack. Need I say more? I only learn the techniques that I think are useful. Who cares about how pretty your jutsus look?
I guess I should have paid more attention to what the hell I was doing. At the moment where my mind drifted into oblivion, Sasuke attacked.
The bright blue lightnings were very pretty, but dangerous nonetheless.
Blood dripped everywhere from Akeno's crimson stained chest. The scarlet liquid flooded onto Sasuke's arm which pierced Akeno's body sharply. Sasuke was smiling, it was his show of victory, I guess. Akeno was smiling too. A floating smile, it just hung there by his lips. His eyes looked lively, but I know that he was dead.
Shinko is not going to be at all happy about this.
Sasuke pulled his arm out of the dead man's chest. Behind the great oak tree, Shinko startled awake. She sat there for a moment, blinking. She stood up quietly, without much stir, and walked to where we stood, and where her brother's corpse laid. Jin searched in the body's jacket, and took out a dirt yellow scroll.
"I think it's best if we continue on our way," Jin said, without much concern that one of his teammates still laid on the ground, half unconscious.
Sakura tended to Ino as best as she could, while Naruto slapped Shikamaru hard on the head.
Shinko walked over and knelt down beside us. A film of mist appeared around Sasuke's limb, the drying blood was cleansed.
To say the truth, I was half expecting Shinko to scream, or cry, or run away. But she didn't, because she is Itsuwari Shinko. She did not do any of that, she simply knelt there, long after the crimson liquid on Sasuke's arm had dried and her brother's corpse was shriveled to a pile of sickly grey ash.
A light gust of wind swept past, picking up the ash and the dust. Shinko sat there silently. I can tell that she was thinking, pondering. She was confused.
Shikamaru knelt down on one knee beside Shinko and hugged her. My eyes widened. That is peculiar behavior. They've only know each other for a day or so! But Shinko appeared quite accustomed. She laid her head on his chest. There was no crying, nor screaming or bawling. We just all sat there for a long, long time. I felt the presences of C#1 disappearing finally.
Finally, Sasuke stood up and walked to the carriage where Misuyona-Sama and his mate rested. They did not wake up.
Dawn broke. A pale wash over the horizon at first, then it gradually turned into a brilliance of red and gold.