Only You Understand My Pain
Chapter 10
A Graceful Dancer
Moving through the thick foliage the familiar sound of water crashing, slowing his movements through the trees. Peering out from a branch he saw the lone figure not standing on the shore but actually on the water. He inhaled a shaky breath as his eye took in the sight in front of him. She was dressed in nothing but her black net top and a short slitted skirt. Her light blue kimono he noted lay folded, neatly on the shore. It wasn't the clothes that made his breath shutter thought the sight of her long creamy smooth legs did make a certain part of his anatomy take note. What took his breath was what that perfect body of hers was doing. She moved with the grace of a fine dancer. The crystal blue water moving to her every bend and touch. Surrounding her body yet not touching it. It glided from her finger tips sailing through out the open space to wrap around her lithe body. Spiraling down to her pointed toes. The water glistening in the sun's light rays. Her head falling back as her long midnight blue tresses flowed around her dancing on the slight warm breeze. As long feminine arms reaching up to the sky. Her face seemed to be glowing. A serine peaceful calm covering it. She spun and twisted like a prima ballerina giving her best performance. It truly was the most seductive exotic thing he had ever witnessed.
"Mai Bara." His voice whispered husky, covered by the sounds of the rushing waterfall. Watching her it seemed like she was dancing for him and only him.
After watching her for several moments. Moments he swore had stopped time itself. His eyebrow rose as he studied her. She soon dropped into a fighting stance her legs held slightly apart but still touching the top of the water. Those long graceful arms beginning to move faster and faster. He felt unsettled at the erratic speed they began to move in. The soft graceful moments were gone replaced by frenzied movement. Pushing up his hitai-ate onto his forehead his activated Sharingan began to follow the erratic movements.
He had never seen someone move with such precise speed. What he had thought was erratic were precise slicing movements.
"Incredible." His voice filled with awe.
As her movement increased his eye noticed the subtle change to her small finger tips. Thin blades appeared made entirely of chakra. The started as only a few millimeters long slowly increasing in length as her speed pushed faster. He had seen Neji's chakra blades once before in battle but nothing to this degree. He sat back his red Sharingan eye following her movements. Watching his Mai Bara a tiny slip of a woman turn her body into a lethal weapon.
'How can Mai Bara think she is weak?' He shock his head in dismay. 'And why can I not stop thinking of her as my rose? '
Dropping to the ground he slowly moved through the under brush to stand just at the edge of the woods. His eyes never leaving her.
His heart raced as he watched the blades grow to a length of a kunai. The blade itself thin and razor sharp. He swore he could her it's slicing through the air itself even through the rushing sounds of the water fall behind her.
What happened next caused his jaw to drop and his eyebrows to shoot up to his hairline. He watched as unusual chakra flooded her arms pooling into her hands before pouring forth from her long delicate fingers. A blue glow began to appear around her chakra blades before bursting forth into a blue fiery flame.
'Oh my Kami!' He gasped flustered beyond comprehension. It took several minutes to recover from the shock of her revelation. It was then he remembered the appearance of Zetsu's body. The deep multiple lacerations and the scorch marks that covered the Akatsuki's mutilated body. Realization dawned on him.
'This is how she killed him.' His voice having a slight ring of pride to it. He began to ponder why she had never used this chakra before. He knew if she had he would have heard about it. Yet the first time he knew anything of it was the night her team died. His thoughts quickly fled his mind as he watched in horror as her body feel limp into the water.
"Hinata!" He screamed panic shuttering through his body. Throwing his jounin jacket to the ground he dove into the water. His eyes stung as the water touched him. Sweeping the rocky floor bottom frantically he searched for her. The waterfall causing the dirt to stir in at the bottom making his visibility short. His hands brushed across something. Grabbing it tightly in his fist and pulling it close. He saw her midnight blue hair floating in front of him. His hand clutching her net shirt. Grabbing her limp motionless body into his arms. He broke through the water gasping in a lungful of air. Dragging her near weightless body to the shoreline he turned her to her side as water drained from her mouth. Leaning over he slowly blew a strong breath past her cold lips. He thanked all the gods and goddesses when he heard a ragged breath come from her blue tinted lips. Followed by body shuddering coughs. Rolling her on her back his eyes searched her body then face for injuries. A small amount of water still dripped from the corner of her pale blue tinted lips. His fingers wiping it away before going up to trace the thin scar that ran down her cheek. He pulled away as she sucked in a large breath. Her eyes fluttered slightly but never fully opening.
"Kakashi…?" Her voice whispered softly before trailing off. As darkness swirled around pulling her back in its depth.
"Mai Bara!" He whispered. His voice strained. "Don't ever scare me like that again." He knew she couldn't hear him but he had to say those words. The panic he felt watching her slip under the water…floating lifeless under the waterfall….her lips cold and blue. He hadn't felt that kind of fear. His mind began searching for the answer.
"Since Obito and Rin died." He gasped in realization. Lifting her up gentle into his arms he closed his eyes for a moment. Water dripping off them both. He shivered as the breeze blew across his wet skin. Though it was warming late spring breeze, it still sent a chill through him. Then again maybe it was the sight he relived behind closed eyes that made his hair stand on end. Of nearly losing this rare flower he held in his arms that sent those chills through his heart. He opened his eyes looking down at the small woman he held tight against his chest. A few deep blue hair strands lay across her pale sunken in cheeks. How had he not noticed these last few weeks how pale and thin she had become? He knew she had not been sleeping very well. It was only natural after all she had suffered, but this was too much. She looked deathly pale and malnourished.
"This will not do Mai Bara." Pressing his lips in a thin line behind his wet mask. "No this will not do at all." He whispered as he quickly carried her towards his home in the Hatake clan's estates. He would send Pakkun back later for their discarded clothes. Getting her warm and dry was his priority now.
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