The Tale of Three Outcasts
Chapter V: The Battle of the Bridge
By: Del'Cera Osirin
Akira stood dumbly for a moment, shocked at the girl in front of him. He flashed back to their final day of happiness together, back when they had been a family. He came around just in time to avoid a pair of senbon aimed for his neck. He sidestepped and said, "You're getting better- no doubts there. But you still can't beat me, Aisu-chan." Akira had hoped to jog her memory with that remark, but was sorely disappointed.
"Never say that name again," Haku ground out. "Only two people in the world can call me that, and they're both dead! I was going to just incapacitate you, but now that you've defiled my brothers' memories, you must die. Prepare yourself!"
It was at that moment that Akira realized just how much trouble he had gotten himself into. He had seen what Haku could do when she was mad, and that was when they were both seven- and that was five years ago. He could only imagine what five years of Zabuza's tutelage had done to her already jounin-level skill level.
Forming a set of seals, Haku summoned her ice mirrors. Akira immediately set about encasing himself in his paper, which he then hardened into a set of full-body armor. Haku, meanwhile, had seen what Akira had done, and was impressed with his speed. It was all for naught though – she could pierce bone with her senbon. Immediately going on the offensive, she grabbed a handful of her needle-like darts and began to attack. Tossing needle after needle, she soon realized the futility of her actions, noticing that she connected with every throw, but they simply bounced off Akira's body.
"Well," she called out, "it seems that we've arrived at a stalemate. Would you like to try your hand in taijutsu instead?"
"Anything to get rid of those damn mirrors! Do you realize how freakin' cold they are!?"
Haku smiled – she had him right where she wanted him. Deforming the mirrors, she created a large broadsword in her hand, behind her back. The siblings dropped into their respective taijutsu stances. Haku charged, beginning their dance of death.
She opened with a diagonal strike intended to remove Akira's head and right arm, but he dodged. Noting his speed - comparable to hers - Haku dropped the heavy blade, which promptly melted. Pulling out her preferred weapon – senbon darts - she charged Akira. Spotting her charge, Akira pulled his arms back toward his chest, right arm in front, relaxing his hands into a comfortable position. He slid his left leg back and slightly to the left, gracefully dropping into a stance which had saved his neck more times than he cared to count. Waiting until the perfect moment, he parried Haku's strike with his right arm, swinging to the side, trying to position himself so that he could give her a deadarm - he knew how unbalancing it was to fight with only one arm, and hoped that Haku couldn't compensate. Haku, however, appeared to anticipate this movement, and went for his left knee with a particularly vicious snap kick. It connected, and Akira went down, Haku following so she could sit on his chest and ensure that he would stay still. Holding a senbon to his neck, she asked him one final question: "Anything you want to say?" To which Akira simply laughed.
Haku stared at him strangely, and so Akira managed to choke out, "You were right. The knee is a weak spot. And to think, seven years of training did nothing. Heh. You got any suggestions for closing that gap?"
For her part, Haku took it better than he hoped. "Who the hell are you!?" She asked, the dart inching closer to Akira's neck.
Akira concentrated for a moment, and then, in a puff of smoke, his hair changed to a deep black, his eyes to a light green with normal pupils. "Remember me now?" He asked.
Haku looked at Akira though the clearing smoke, doing a remarkable impression of a deer caught in a pair of headlights. While she was staring, something deep inside her subconscious suddenly clicked. That laid-back drawl he used, even when fighting for his life, when he spoke; his use of her old nickname; and, finally, the scar around his left ring finger. It was a faint scar, barely noticeable against his skin, but she saw it. She knew how and when he got it, and that was the clincher. Haku only managed to say one word before the shock caught up with her mind. "O-Onii-chan?"
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Meanwhile, Kakashi had his hands full with Zabuza. He wasn't fairing badly, not by any means, but he didn't have the high ground, either. Both men were covered in various scratches, though none were lethal. "It's time we end this, Zabuza!" Kakashi said, biting his thumb and smearing his blood down a long scroll. Rolling it back up, Kakashi did some hand seals, then slammed the scroll onto the ground. There was a deep rumble, and suddenly, a set of nin-dogs appeared, holding Zabuza in place. Seeing his opponent was immobile, Kakashi began the seals for his one original technique- the Chidori. He had almost finished when Gatou showed up.
"Good!" Said the shipping magnate with a smug look in his beady eyes. "Finish him off! That way, I won't have to pay his outrageous fee!" The mercenaries behind him all shifted anxiously, as if anticipating the coming bloodshed.
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Akira carried Haku's limp body over to Naruto and Sasuke. Sakura had long since left with Tazuna for the worker's small home, under the insistence of Naruto. Because of that, Akira felt safe leaving his sister under their care - with Tazuna gone, so was Haku's reason to fight. Sasuke saw Akira and ran up to him (Naruto had zoned out). Once Sasuke saw Haku unhurt in his arms, his joy that his comrade was alive quickly turned into anger.
"What the hell were you thinking!" he cried. "What if she wants to kill us all!?"
Akira heard his rant continue, but tuned it out- he was more focused on Sasuke's eyes, which would occasionally flash a deep crimson color. Sasuke seemed oblivious to the change, as was the newly approaching Naruto, who was broken from his daydreaming by Sasuke's yelling.
"She won't kill you." Akira argued.
"But Akira," Naruto asked, "What if she still wants to?"
"Trust me. She won't. But I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"Naruto, keep Sasuke and yourself away from the other end of this bridge. I'm about to do something I'm not at all proud of, and I'd rather y'all not get hurt." Akira said, already slipping into the heavy accent associated with his changes in mental state.
"What about this girl?"
"She can take care of herself, and I'm pretty sure I won't hurt 'er. Now, get goin'!"
Naruto hesitated, then went back to Sasuke and said, "We gotta get off this bridge, and stay away from the other side."
"Why?"
"Because Akira said we need to."
"Naruto. You trust somebody, from another Hidden Village, who you barely even know, with something like this!?"
"Sasuke. I know when people lie. You'd be amazed at what I can read from somebody's eyes. We can trust him. So, let's go."
Sasuke sighed in a defeated manner. "If this comes back to bite us, dobe, it's on your head."
Naruto smiled- that was as close to a flat-out 'yes' as he could hope for. As soon as Akira felt them leave his area of perception, he smirked. He wasn't going to like this, or the consequences on his body, but Gatou did deserve it - he was the one who told their father of their mother's lineage. Suddenly, the smirk fell - that was him thinking, not Akira. However, he knew that, however much he disliked it, he had to let him take over, if just for a little while. He simply wasn't powerful enough to take on that many people at once, even if they were just a bunch of mercenaries, and even if he did have the help of Kakashi and Zabuza.
"Onii-chan?" A small voice called out.
"Haku!" Akira may have been contemplating releasing him from his bonds, but that was shoved rudely aside by Haku's awakening. Akira ran over to his sister, a million scenarios flitting though his mind simultaneously. Suddenly, one clicked.
"Haku," he said, "I need your help. I'm gonna do somethin' that I'm gonna have a hard time gettin' undone."
"What is it?" She asked.
"I'm gonna pass out in, prob'ly fifteen minutes. I need ya to make sure I stay safe until I wake up."
"Onii-chan, are you-"
"Sorry, Imouto. No time. I'll answer your questions later- all of 'em."
"O-Okay. I'll keep you safe."
"Thanks, Haku."
Akira ripped off the left sleeve of his trench coat, and revealed a strange seal. It was a large rectangle, with six smaller ones arranged around the bottom end. Akira bit his thumb, drew blood, and ran it along the bottom-right rectangle. Akira made a tiger hand seal, and said "Fourth Column- Release!" Retreating to his mindscape, Akira suppressed a shiver. This was going to be brutal.
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Within his mind, Akira found himself standing on a circular platform. There were others, and they surrounded a central dias in what appeared to be a cave. It was dark, everything was made of stone, and there was the constant sound of water dripping. Gradually, the platforms began to fill up. On each of them stood Akira. And yet, they weren't Akira. The first one to come was clothed in solid green, and had matching hair and eye color. He had an air of confidence around him. The second was all pink, and couldn't seem to stop smiling and laughing. The third, dragged along by the second, was straight gray, and refused to look at anything but his feet. The fourth was a burnt-orange color, and had a book in his hand, and three more at his feet. The fifth was yellow, and started comforting the gray one as soon as he showed up. And the sixth wasn't in the shape of Akira. It was simply a box, with barred window-shaped cutouts, covered in chains and padlocks, though one side of the box was, strangely, not chained up. Occasionally, though, a clawed hand would reach through the bars, grabbing at air. As one, Akira and his various clones pulled out a strange object. They were all pieces of a key. He quickly slotted them together, and released four of the seven padlocks. Forming another tiger seal, he channeled some chakra, and placed his hand on the latch holding the unchained side closed. He said, "You have fifteen minutes. Gatou - a short man with white hair, and glasses, must die. If you hurt anyone wearing a headband with a metal plate on it, I will never release you again. Is that understood?"
"Yes." The thing in the box said, but it was much more akin to an inhuman growl than an actual voice. The response satisfied Akira, who then released the latch. The thing in the box stepped out into the light. It looked like Akira, but at the same time, bore no resemblance at all. It did not walk on two legs, but used its hands as well, giving it a feral look. It was completely red- blood red, unkempt hair hanging around its head - instead of in a neat ponytail like Akira - and it wore a cloak of the same color. However, the biggest difference was its eyes. There were four of them- little more than wide slits- one pair on his forehead, just above his normal ones. They were all red- no white or pupil could be seen, and they seemed to glow with an unearthly light. Then, just as quickly as it stepped out, the creature leaped straight for, and into, Akira's chest. The cave quickly dissolved into nothingness, and Akira's mind was suddenly riddled with extremely violent, though fragmented, thoughts. Then, after naught but a few moments, Akira passed out within his own mind- his anger had taken root.
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Back on the bridge, Akira's body was already making its way back to where the mercenaries were. He came upon them just as Gatou told Kakashi to kill Zabuza. However, Kakashi paused.
"I'm no longer your enemy Kakashi. Can you release me? That bastard needs to die."
"How can I trust you, Zabuza?"
"I'm a mercenary. Gatou just refused to pay me for the services I rendered. You do the math."
"Oh." Kakashi said, dispelling his dogs. Zabuza bent over to pick up his sword. As he straightened back up, he saw Akira stalk out of the mist, down on all fours. Akira, Zabuza, and Kakashi all stared at one another. Then Zabuza and Kakashi said at the same time, "Get out of here, kid. This is out of your league."
Akira only laughed- a cold, hollow laugh. This was not the boy that Kakashi had left Tazuna's house with - he seemed evil, as though he were driven only by anger and hatred. The three of them took up positions across from the mob. Then, as though a silent command went through them. They exploded with action. Akira charged down the center of the mob, using his paper as a set of armor, right to Gatou. With a quick strike, Gatou fell dead, and Akira turned on the mercenaries. Five more minutes saw Akira standing in a clearing, mercenaries afraid to get near the boy. They would rather take their chances with Kakashi and Zabuza than fight him. The presence inside Akira's body realized that ten minutes had passed- the bridge was longer than he thought, and if he didn't get moving now, he would collapse before the mercenaries could fall, and then he would be in serious trouble. He leaped out of the fray, hoping that he could make it back to the end of the bridge. Unfortunately, he had used too much chakra- while Akira could wield paper with abandon, it took up consequential expenditures of chakra for him to keep the armor up. Knowing that he didn't have enough chakra to give himself a speed boost, he walked as fast as he could to the other end- as fast as he injuries would allow, anyway. He didn't look it, but some of the mercenaries had pierced deep with their weapons, and he was thankful that he could walk at all, let alone keep up the jogging pace that he was. He knew right there that he would need the full five minutes he had left.
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To say that Zabuza was pissed would be an understatement. That little bastard! He stole Zabuza's kill! However, Zabuza took solace in the fact that there were still mercenaries to take out his frustrations on, and that the kid was retreating to the other end of the bridge. Zabuza and Kakashi had forced the mercenaries to the end of the bridge that they came from, but that was when they realized their mistake. They had forgotten that their opponents had archers among their ranks, and they were in a bad position- they had allowed themselves to be led into an enemy-controlled bottleneck. Just as they had begun to back away, the mercenaries prepared to charge. Suddenly, a crossbow bolt cut through the mist, and landed just in front of the mercenaries. A small form followed it out of the mist, with a war cry of "Move and you die!"
"Ha! What can a little brat like you do to stop us!?" One of the braver mercenaries asked menacingly.
"Oh, it's not what I'll do," Inari said menacingly, "It's what we'll do." Suddenly, the entire population of Nami no Kuni stepped from the mist. The mercenaries were at a loss. They could take down two jounin. They would lose quite a few men, but they could do it. But taking down two jounin and the population of an entire country!? The mercenaries may not have been the sharpest kunai in the pouch, but they weren't suicidal, either. As such, they turned on their heels and ran, tails between their legs. As soon as the last mercenary left their sight, the villagers began to cheer.
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Akira's body stalked through the mist. Reaching the end, it called out, "Ha...ku..." and passed out. Haku made it to his side just in time to catch him.
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Three days later
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Akira groaned- he was sore all over. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but that idea was soon driven from his mind by a weight landing on his chest. His eyes shot open, and he screamed "ITAI!" The weight immediately lifted to reveal Haku kneeling in front of him, a big Naruto-esque grin on her face.
"Sorry about that, Onii-chan. I'm just glad that you're okay."
"So am I." Akira wheezed out, noticing his voice was hoarse from disuse. "How long was I out?"
"Three days."
"Wow. I-" He was cut off by the arrival of Cell Seven.
"Akira! You're up!" Naruto cried, a smile on his face. "Man, we thought you'd never get up!"
Sasuke was much less vocal about his opinions, letting out a simple "Hn."
"The teme means that he's happy to see you up, too. HEY! That reminds me! Pay up, ya jerk!"
As Sasuke handed out a small sum of cash to Naruto, Akira chuckled- it seemed that only Naruto could translate Sasuke's various "hn's" and "hm's".
"So," Akira asked, "when do we leave?"
"Kakashi-sensei says that they're just doing the last bits of work on the bridge. It should be another few days at most." Naruto said. "Oh! Guess what!?"
"I don't know. What?"
"Kakashi-sensei also said that Zabuza and Haku can come back home with us!"
"What, seriously!?" Akira asked incredulously. He looked at Haku, who smiled softly and nodded.
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Half a mile away, back on Tazuna's bridge, Kakashi and Zabuza heard a loud cry of "Kick-ass!!"
"HA!" Zabuza said. "I told ya that he'd be up within the week! Pay up ya jerk!"
Kakashi merely started mumbling about stupid swordsmen under his breath as he handed a wad of bills to Zabuza.
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Akira, meanwhile, was having a very up-close-and-personal meeting with his mattress, courtesy of Haku's fist.
"What have I told you about cursing? Especially that loud!?"
"But Nee-chan," Akira whined, "I'm not nearly as bad as Toshi-san!"
"So?"
Akira opened his mouth, and then closed it. Opened it. Then closed it again. He couldn't find a rebuttal - his little sister had shot down his entire argument with a simple two-letter word.
Naruto cleared his throat. Haku and Akira looked up at him, big shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Yeah... umm... well, we should be able to go soon. Kakashi-sensei said to just take it easy for the next few days until we leave."
"Excellent."
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Dinner that night was a joyous affair. Everybody was in high spirits- even ever-stoic Sasuke cracked a rare smile when he thought of his first successful A-rank mission. Everyone went to bed with a smile, Cell Seven dreaming of their return to Konoha.
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The next morning Haku and Akira decided to take a look around town. Stopping at a few market stalls, the two siblings caught themselves up on everything they had missed while they were apart. They headed to a restaurant for lunch, and, before they knew it, an hour had passed. Leaving the building, Haku noticed something. Or, more accurately, someone. It was a girl, who looked to be only a few years old- maybe ten at the most. She had long white hair that flowed loosely around her. It looked like it hadn't been washed in quite some time. Her eyes, a strange purple-silver, were dull, instead of the bright of a normal child's, and perched over a scar that ran under her eyes, perpendicular to her nose. Her clothing, a tee-shirt that was at least two sizes too big, and a pair of shorts that were covered by the shirt, was frayed and patched with random materials- bits of cotton, silk, and leather all adorned the outfit, all in various colors.
"H-Haku-niisan?" The girl asked. She had a small voice that sounded extremely timid. She was very pale, and looked entirely too thin.
"Arashii-chan! Are you okay?"
"I think so. But I'm scared! I don't want you to go away! I want you to stay here with me, niisan! You're the only one that's nice to me anymore!" The girl, Arashii, said this while running up to Haku, then grabbing her sleeve.
"Hey. Hey. It's okay. Come here. Come on, it's okay. I won't hurt you." Akira said, crouching down so that he was at eye-level with Arashii. He held his arms open, and she cautiously approached, never letting go of Haku's shirt, as if it was some sort of lifeline. "It's okay," Akira repeated. "You know who I am?" At the small girl's shake of her head, Akira continued. "I'm Haku's big brother. It's okay. I won't bite!" He said, laughing. Slowly, Arashii got nearer to Akira. He grabbed her left hand with both of his, as she wouldn't let go of Haku with her right. "I'm Akira," He said, reassuringly. Smiling at Arashii, he pulled out a piece of paper. She looked fearfully at him, but then the paper between his index and middle fingers suddenly folded itself into a butterfly. It flew into her hair, and then started flying around her head. Arashii laughed, and so did Akira. "See?" He said. "I told you its okay. Now. Let me get this straight," he said looking at the girl, who was still staring at the butterfly that had now landed on her finger. "You want to stay with Haku, but Haku has to come with me." She nodded, and he took that as a sign to continue. "Well, then, how about this? Why don't you come with us?"
"Yeah! That's a great idea, Onii-chan!" Haku said, beaming brightly at Arashii. The small girl smiled up at them, and then nodded.
"Great! Haku, can you go with her to get her stuff? I'll see if Kakashi-sensei has room for one more."
They went their separate ways, Haku to a small alleyway that had an awning over it, and Akira to Tazuna's bridge. After questioning Kakashi with some help from Zabuza, he got the okay to bring the girl along. Going back to where he met the girl, he saw Haku and Arashii standing there, waiting for him.
"You got her stuff?" He asked Haku. She held up a small bag, indicating that she had everything. Akira sighed. She looked like an orphan, so he assumed that she wouldn't have much, but that bag was pitifully small- even for a ten-year-old orphan. Still, its contents must have been very valuable to Arashii. As such, he decided on an extra means of security.
"Hey, Arashii?"
"Yes, Akira-niisan?"
Akira quirked an eyebrow at Haku, who simply smiled softly, but did nothing else. Akira, though slightly unnerved at being called 'niisan' by a girl that he had just met, continued on like nothing had happened. "Do you want me to make sure that your stuff stays safe?"
Arashii nodded enthusiastically at the prospect.
"Okay, then. Haku, can I see the bag?" She handed it to him, and watched him pull out a bright blue scroll. He unrolled it, then showed it to Arashii. "This is a reusable storage scroll," He told her. "A friend of mine made this for me, and it will make your stuff as safe as possible. But I need you to do something for me."
"What is it?" Arashii asked, eyes wide.
"Haku, you know some medical jutsu, right?" At her nod, he continued, ignoring her questioning gaze. "Arashii, what I need you to do is cut your finger on this kunai when I tell you." Akira pulled out a kunai.
"Why?" She asked, nervousness in her voice.
"Because, that way, nobody but you can open the scroll and take your stuff out. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good." Akira said, placing the bag on the edge of the scroll, touching the ink on the paper.
"Now, Arashii, I want you to cut your finger, then place it in the big circle, there. Haku, when she finishes, I want you to heal her. Okay, you two?" They both agreed, and did as they were asked. Arashii hissed a little when she cut herself, but pressed her finger on the paper just like she was told, then Haku healed it. The girl was amazed at what Haku did, and she swore right then and there that she would learn medical jutsu, just like Haku. Akira, meanwhile, forced just a small amount of chakra into the scroll, and, with a puff of smoke, the bag was gone, and a kanji had appeared in the circle. It read 'bag', and then Akira rolled the scroll up. He gave it to Arashii, who took it nervously. "It's okay," he said. "Whenever you want to take your stuff out, all you have to do is open the scroll, and put a little blood on the circle. Your stuff will pop right out."
"Cool! Thank you, Akira-niisan!"
"You're welcome, Arashii."
At that moment, Akira's stomach let out a loud roar, completely killing the current mood. He laughed, and then said, "Well, I'm hungry. You two want to go back to Tazuna's house and see if Tsunami has dinner ready yet?"
With two nods of assent, the party began to make their way to Tazuna's house.
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The next morning, heartfelt goodbyes were exchanged, and Inari cried tears of joy for the first time since his 'father' had died. Naruto ribbed the small boy a little, and then promised to come back some day to see him. As the ninja left to go home to Konoha (Arashii rode on the backs of either Haku or Akira at various times during the journey), one of the Wave citizens asked, "So. What do you guys think we should name the bridge?"
Many potential names were proposed, but only one name continually stuck- the 'Great Naruto Bridge'. After all, without Naruto's help, Inari would have never gathered together the citizens of Wave, and they would still be under Gatou's oppressive thumb. Everyone agreed that it was a good name, and so, as one, they all agreed on something without having to worry about any further oppression.
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Five minutes of ninja running from Nami no Kuni's borders, Naruto let out one of the largest sneezes he'd ever had, and nearly fell off the branch he was leaping from. Everyone else had a good laugh at his expense, while he just pouted, but the effect was ruined by his smile.
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Later that night, when the group arrived at a campsite for the night, Haku gently lifted Arashii off of her brother's back, where the little girl had fallen asleep quite peacefully. After Haku had more or less stolen Akira's jacket, they both went to 'take a walk'.
"Haku, why that little girl? There's something different about her, isn't there?" He sensed a level of discomfort in her, and gently prodded her for information. He didn't mention it, but there had been an odd chakra that had originated from the little girl... it was almost as if she had a power that she was unaware of.
"You're right. She's not normal... you could feel her chakra, almost as though it were an aura, right?" Haku seemed to be unusually thoughtful tonight. "It's because she, too, has a Kekkai Genkei. A bloodline ability, much like your friend's Sharingan. She comes from one of the many fallen clans... one of many clans of outcasts."
"What's so different about that, though? There are hundreds of those throughout Nami no Kuni, right? It's sad, but..."
"Her original clan is that of the Yubashiri. The frozen snow."
"Wait... they were eliminated years ago, weren't they?"
"Supposedly. But one of them survived, because Zabuza and I were passing along. We weren't always mercenaries for hire, you know," Haku replied, brushing her long hair back, over her shoulders. "They were the last remaining god-clan."
"Hang on a sec there, niisan, aren't the god-clans the ones who pass down forbidden jutsu through their bloodline?"
"Hai," the kunoichi responded, "And they apparently also passed down the memories and spirit of the kami that lent them their powers. That's why you felt the strange chakra."
"Wait a minute... That little girl's possessed by a kami!?"
"Give or take a few subtle details, that's about right," she sighed, having retained her keen sense of sarcasm throughout the five years they were apart. "She's not possessed so much as... gifted. For lack of a better explanation, the kami only emerges on full and new moons."
"New moons... that's tonight, Aisu-chan," Akira suddenly realized, practically gaping as he saw the graceful figure appear behind his sister. "Wha... What are you?"
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A/N: And that's a wrap, people! Thank my little sister, Kai-chan, for bugging me enough to get me to sit down and type this up. I had it written, but I never actually sat down and typed it. Oh well. I still got it out in less than a year. Hits self for waiting that long to update. Standard disclaimer applies, (and it's in my profile. No more will I add this message to chapters- if I did own Naruto, I'd be rolling in cash and Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3 games right now (and I'd actually own a PS3... and an HDTV)) Anyway, for those of you wondering who Toshi-san is... IT'S A SECRET!! You'll find out soon enough, but not in the immediate future. Let's see... That's about it. Well, it's 9:42 pm (wow. Creepy...) and I'm really tired. No more writing tonight. See you all in the next update!
Okay. Now, a note from said little sister, Kai-chan. And he's only one year older than me... whines (Can I kill him now?) (Del'Cera's response: Hey!! You call me Onii-chan all the time! It's only fair that I call you a little sister!!!! And no... you can't kill me... then you won't have any new chapters!) Urusei, baka. I'll write them if you won't.
...Arashii is my character... she's based on me... And if you want, I'll whack Delcera-niisan until he types up the next one... - Can I? It would be fun... giggle So. Haha. I have a PS3. AND HDTV. Hahaha. Ha. Haha.
And I assure all of you that if Delcera doesn't update in a week, I will for him. You don't have any problems with that, do you? Speak up now... Or else it's not gonna matter... 'Cause I will whether you want me 'ta or not... Actually, I wrote the last part. Hee.
-Del'Cera Osirin K'helyr and Ryuuzaki Yaibaë K'helyr, ages 16 and 15, respectively
Finished May 10, 2007
Edit by Del'Cera- GET MY FREAKIN' NAME RIGHT, WOMAN!!!! Just kidding! Okay, but now, in all seriousness. I can assure you people- she will update... even if she knows nothing about where I want to take this story!!! growls softly And now that Arashii is thrown into the mix, don't expect a quick update- I had it all planned out, but now I gotta find a way to fit her in with the story... shouldn't be too hard though.
Oh, and here-
(1) For a picture of what Akira's seal looks like (you'll find out later why he has it), there's a link in my profile.
(2) For a picture of what Red-Akira is supposed to look like, there's a link in my profile.