Chapter Three! I'm staying on my role for as long as I can. Blah blah blah, Naruto is not mine but everything else is so LEAVE IT ALONE! Enjoy the story.
CHAPTER THREEShe took her seat at the end of the table, Kakashi on her left, and her Daddy on the right. She sat, looking down at the wonderfully delicious food she had before her. She picked up her chopsticks and began eating slowly, with her head tilted towards her plate. The conversation started out easily enough, becoming reacquainted with one another, while Kaiya remained silent, eating what she could muster at one time. The droning on was killing her, more so than the actual fight would. A few more minutes passed, before Kakashi finally released the ever-burning question that seemed like acid in the back of his throat.
"Koriama, why is it that Kaiya retired from ninja work?"
Koriama gave his daughter a concerned glance before turning his attention back onto Kakashi.
"Because I don't like her out there. She's had one too many close calls."
Kakashi's one visible eye widened, "Koriama, she's the best and brightest student since Itachi himself! Why in the world would you keep her from the ninja world, especially considering she's a Jounin!"
"I said it before, she's had one too many close calls, and I don't want to lose my daughter. Nobody's going to change my mind, Kakashi, you or anyone else."
"But, Koriama, she's-"
"She is nothing other than my daughter and I'll do with her what I will! She will no longer be a ninja as long as I'm here to do something about it!"
"What close call did she have to make you force her out of being a ninja?"
Kaiya, still sitting at the table, head down, stayed silent, as Kakashi's glare focused on her for a moment, just as she knew her father's was.
"Kaiya, go to your room for a while," Koriama said firmly.
She stood, head still down, and walked to her room. The door clicked twice- once open, and once closed. The creaking of her bed told them she was away.
Usually she might've sat by the door, listening to their secretive conversation, but not tonight. She knew what they were saying; she'd heard it all before. It was disgraceful. That one night, on that one mission, that one campsite, and that one move that wasn't quite fast enough to get away. She had been hurt really badly, but had it not been for that big red horse of hers, she would've been dead.
Her room was dark, and it made her uncomfortable. It had been about two years since that night, and it still scared her. She lay still on the bed, silent, watching the one window in the room, looking at the moon that hung high above her and shone on the ground below. Her eyes seemed frozen downcast and sad. She knew what was coming; soon it would be spread all around Konoha. They would all soon know why she wasn't a ninja. And it's all because of Kakashi., because her sensei when she was so young would now know her secret.
When she was five, her black hair pulled into a high ponytail, and bangs edging out at her eyebrows, wearing a white kimono with a little pink and purple dragonfly necklace, she was Kakashi's student. He was a young Jounin, and angrier than he had been with Team 7. He hadn't had much of a choice in whether or not he would train her; the Hokage had given him his orders, and he was to train her. She was so small, so thin, though, that at first glance he never thought she would become the ninja that she did. She was thin and tall, lanky with what seemed like very little muscle. She was just another little kid that should've been playing on the playground.
The first day he was to meet her at the training grounds, he found her crying underneath the tree where they were too meet.
"Get up. It's time to get to work," he said angrily.
"Where have you been, Kakashi-sensei?" she sniffled. "You're two hours late!"
"You can't tell time. Just get up." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. She screamed, loud.
Iruka just happened to walk by at the moment that she screamed, and he walked into the training grounds to the sight of Kakashi keeping a tight hold on this little girl's arm, while she's writhing in pain and anger. He let her go and she hit the ground. She was crying, and looked up at him, hurt.
He threw a sword down at her feet and said in the same demanding, angry tone, "Take that sword and carve that training log."
He pointed at a training log that was twice her height and width.
She sniffled, wiped her eyes, and grabbed the sword. Iruka stood back behind the trees and watched in amazement as this little girl took up the sword that was half her height and started at the log with no complaint. She grunted as she swung her arms; she had the willpower and the skill to do what she needed to with that sword. He watched her for a long time, while Kakashi was shoulder deep into his hentai book. That little girl tried so hard, he saw it. She kept going into the darkness of the night, even after Kakashi had fallen asleep and Iruka had gone. Her hands were bleeding and blistered and her legs were sore, but she didn't stop or complain until she was finished.
At one in the morning, she shyly awoke her teacher from his post, sleeping against the tree. He didn't wake up happy.
"What?"
"I'm finished, Kakashi-sensei."
Her hands were dripping blood onto her kimono, but by then she didn't even notice. She dropped the sword at his feet, panting, sweating and tired, and he looked over the training log. Of course, now, it wasn't a training log at all. She had transformed it into a wolf, it's head high in the sky, baying at the moon. The log was smooth and slick, not a splinter out of place.
"Hn, Good enough. We'll work again in the morning, six a.m. Be ready. You're dismissed."
Kakashi started to walk off, turning away from the little girl.
"Kakashi-sensei…" she called quietly.
"What?" he said harshly.
"I-I can't walk home by myself. Daddy says not to."
Kakashi sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be in good humors if he left her out here alone.
"Ugh, alright, I'll take you home."
He started walking towards her house, and she ran a few steps to catch up to him. She grabbed his hand and walked beside him. He could feel the blood dripping from her palm and down her fingers. But she never said a word about it. He stopped. She took a step and stopped at the feeling of having her arm taut.
"Kakashi-sensei?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out two bandages and some medical tape.
"Hold out your hands, Kaiya."
She did as she was told, and he quickly wrapped her hands in bandages, followed by medical tape. She cringed, but again, didn't complain. Which made him think that he must've really hurt her when he had grabbed her arm earlier that day. He put the tape and bandages back in his pocket and reached for her hand again. Her hand was enveloped in his as they walked down the street in the dark, and up to her house. In the light of her porch he was able to see the blood on her white kimono.
He felt bad, seeing this pretty little girl so hurt and tired, but not complaining. Then he knew why he was put with her, she would be the next Itachi, only hopefully stay with the villages. She was originally from the Mist, and everyone knew it, but she held none of their bloodthirstiness and all of their drive. It was a good combination. At the porch was the most dramatic of his revelations. She smiled. Her hands were torn to pieces, blood dripping to her dress, sweating and tired, and she smiled. He opened the door for her and she walked inside.
Before the door shut, she turned around. "Goodnight, Kakashi-sensei. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Kaiya," Kakashi said, sitting at the side of her bed, as she was still in the same position on her bed, her eyes still downcast. She wouldn't move. He ran his fingers through her long black hair and remembered the first time they'd met. She was a hard worker, stubborn, and strong. How could something like that happen to her? It felt like someone had taken away the little innocent girl he'd trained so hard and left this shell of a beautiful young lady with him.
How could someone have raped this girl? How could they have taken away this child's innocence? She was too young for that! This beautiful young lady, that pretty little child he'd worked so hard with…they just couldn't do that!
"I'm sorry, Kaiya."
He rubbed her arm slowly, feeling the tenseness throughout her body and trying to sooth her.
"Kakashi-sensei…"
She used the name she'd called him when she was five, and for a moment, he knew that the little girl he had known before was still in there somewhere.
"Shhh…it's time for sleep, Kaiya. Go to sleep."
He moved his hand back to her hair and she relaxed a little more.
"Do you know who Sasuke is? The one that stays around here?"
Kakashi's eyes widened, "Yes, I know him. Why?"
"He caught my hat this morning when it flew off. He seemed nice enough, maybe a little cocky though."
She yawned, relaxing a little more. "Wish I had gotten his last name though."
Kakashi just stayed silent, watching the girl slowly fall asleep with someone now in the room with her. She didn't know, however, that Sasuke's last name was Uchiha, and the same last name belonged to her rapist. And as one Uchiha left a rose at her doorstep that night, the other was watching her from her window, waiting.
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ShelbyCole