Chapter Three: Escaping the Great Village
[Just a small warning: If you happen to have a really weak stomach towards gory scenes, proceed with caution. :) It may not be as bad as I find it to be, but this is for your safety as well as the safety of your trash cans which may have to suffer with the puke in their cans.]
A painful burst of power is all one needs to know that they are about to cause a lot of problems.
Stinging pain was all I could feel throughout my weak body as chakra from the demon Nekomata began to course through my chakra system, intermingling with my own chakra to form a drastic demonic concoction. It had been close to a year since I had last used the jutsu to be in control of the two tails power, meaning that I was a poor rheostat.
Warmth from the flameing chakra licked my pale skin from the outside as I was now in the epicenter of a smoking mass of blue and black smoke that was not yet the full image of Nekomata. The chakra was dangerously visible off of my body, so the interrogation squad could see.
Coming close to me would mean certain incineration on their behalf. Running away would mean that I could easily break from the village and they would never get their so desired information.
It might have sounded a bit strange for my nature, but I would much rather have preferred the first option upon their demise. Usually it would not have mattered the least bit if they had lived or died but under the influence of demonic power there was a part of me that wanted the sheets of red liquid draping the walls and grounds. That wanted their insides torn from the very tissue that held them together and scattered upon the stone cold floor in heaps of blood and ripped apart flesh. I desired the very muscle that made up their person to be shredded for that if their assaults upon my head happened to come about anyway, they would be in pain.
"No…" I told myself sullenly, "That is not what you want…That is what Nekomata wants…Calm yourself and do not attack."
"Yasha!" Another voice hissed at me, more than in the back of my mind now. It had engulfed the hearing of both of my neko ears, booming within them in a soft growl, "Do not resist."
"I will resist…You cannot hurt these people…" I replied darkly, shoving most of the demonic chakra back into its seal so it would not have total control over my mind, then turned my attention to the swarming mass of ANBU black ops that had burst through the stone wall, sending chunks of rock flying through the air and skidding to dangerous stops nearby myself and the other men in the room.
The first one I made eye contact with began to make hand signs in a swift manner, but because my escape depended on the clearance of these shinobi I could not allow him to finish the hand seals.
My feet flew across the floor, barely even touching the cold surface as I graced the room at a miraculous speed, and I drew my right hand which had the boiling chakra forming into a dangerous bubbling claw. The talons that drew from the chakra paw must have been about the size of one's entire forearm, meaning that the moment these razor sharp nails ripped through his flesh that ANBU would be nothing but merely a hunk of meat oozing blood from his severed body.
However, at the last moment I was able to withdraw my thirst for murder and drew the nails only across his torso, scraping only surface wounds upon his body. Deep, yes they were deep surface wounds, but they were not fatally harmful. The skin around it however had been burned to a bubble, pulling off a nice black and pink combination of burnt skin that was gradually, if not at an alarming rate, becoming coated in his blood. The four claw marks in his stomach were soon to be invisible under the sheet of thick liquid, coating the ground as well as his person.
The ANBU fell to the ground in a crumpled heap as I spun around to brace myself at the entourage of shinobi pushing their forces towards me.
My blue eyes ran across the crowd, scanning everything from the extensive gap in the wall to the slightest twitch of each shinobi finger. Nothing escaped my sight that moment, nothing flew by that I could not dodge or come up with an alternate route to knocking aside. Even the blue tipped white bang that usually became a bother to me was staying above my eyes, not at all the nuisance it habitually developed.
Now two of the ANBU began the hand signs that the last one had failed to complete as another comrade of the fallen one ran to retrieve the body.
I frowned, "Do you not know to stop it? This is an impulse, you have to run." I was close to screaming in my head at the idiocy of these shinobi but it showed not on the cool expression ironed onto my pale skin.
They continued to advance in their hand seals, and my forced thirst for their throats in my claws advanced as well. There was no choice; if they finished those hand seals I may as well be dead already.
With the same speed I used upon assaulting that first ANBU, I raced towards first the brown haired man on the left and slashed my claws through his body. I never ceased speed as I progressed towards the one on the right, deeming him the same fate even as he flipped out of the way.
Light on his feet as he was to flip over my head it was no use. I whipped around and began to chase him down like a cat would its mouse. For an instant it appeared as though he would make it away but that moment disappeared within seconds as I drew the first of my demonic neko tails and brought it crashing down upon his head; the sound of cracking bones ripping from their joints and tissues audible over the sound of the ground exploding from the impact.
When the Nibi's tail withdrew there was but a burnt figure of a blood coated mess in the dent on the ground.
I shook my head, knowing that I had just killed three people. Their fate was sealed, and so was mine.
There were now three more vengeful shinobi still in the room, the animal masks that shielded their faces also masked the expressions on their faces towards what I had just done to their comrades, but their body language said it all. They were frightened, tense, and angry. There was no way to really seal up a bijuu that was under control of its jinchuuriki host unless you had a very strong shinobi who was trained in that field so fighting me head on was suicide. However, at the same time, running would be improbable for their nature.
A few seconds was all I could give them to make a decision before I had to assault their team once more. With the same invisible speed that would rival even the jutsu of the Raikage I pushed off towards another ANBU with the demon claws outstretched.
They only had mere milliseconds before my nails protruded the skin that donned his throat, blood spurting out through the wound. A quick screech escaped his lips before the chakra paw wrapped two "fingers" about the vertebrae in his throat and yanked on it.
Cracking was heard as the spinal column that ran up to his head was ripped from the flesh that held it in place and was pulled out onto the floor, lying without a reason upon the stone coated in its own blood beside its owner who had fallen beside it.
The sight of this almost made me gag on my tongue but there was nothing I could do to avoid the blood bath for what Nekomata wanted was the only thing that could be held accountable for at the present time. For now there were two more ANBU to go and then another group of shinobi who would be slightly easier to dispose of.
But, as I turned my head, I saw the setting sun turning a deep orange mixed with tints of pink and deep purple. I realized that time was running short and that if I was to flee from this village than it had to be during the daylight when I could navigate my way throughout the waning forests that surrounded this place. The hole in the wall would act as the perfect escape route for me; the only issue would be to re-claiming Kana from the clutches of the medics.
With a sigh I spun from the bloody scene and sprinted out of the hole in the rock before any others could follow me, leaping out into the open air whilst sucking the demonic chakra back into its seal for good. This of course did spare the remaining shinobi in the facilities but did not do me the good of relinquishing a difficult escape. Their presence would make an escape much tougher in the sense of giving the rest of the village forewarning, but, as the events would be, I would have to ignore them and proceed to attaining my child.
My feet hit the gravel with a gentle pat before I took off in the direction of the hospital, sharp pains vibrating through my body, but the adrenaline of it all keeping me on my feet.
The scenes of Konoha whizzed by in large blurs as I excelled in speed down the streets, my blood caked kimono flying out behind me, its once white fabric now stained with the deep red color of my opponent's blood. It was upsetting to know I would need to find replacement clothing, but of course that would need to come to mind later.
Upcoming was the large outline of the hospital in which I stayed in which was soon riding upon my right as I sped about it, scouting out for the room that I had stayed in.
Soon it was spotted and without a second thought I jumped up and smashed through the glass window.
Shards of transparent glass flew about the room and scattered about the ground as I entered through it, causing the medic that was attending to my child to jump high in the air.
I advanced upon him, but instead of assaulting him I simply strolled past him and picked up my child.
My cold blue eyes glared into his nervous brown ones as I brushed shoulders with the man upon my way out. Soon as he regained sense was soon to be the moment when he verbally barked at me.
"You are not authorized to be the guardian of that child—"
I whipped around, and grabbing a shard of the glass in my hand I flung it with terrifying accuracy at a spot in the center of his forehead. Without a doubt it was to pierce through the skull but I did not linger to find out the results.
Back out the window I fled in what was not a heated panic, but the thriving desire to save not what was myself, but Kana who was in as much danger as I was by staying here. It was now a known fact that this village had wanted to put a claim upon her head now that I seemed an unfit parent for such a young child as well as the reasons being she was an Uchiha child. They supposed that since she was a child of the Uchiha clan that meant she was property of Konoha.
"That's wrong…" I thought; face plain of emotions as I bounded atop the roofs of the homes that lined up across the street. Up here there were no interferences with my escape but at the same time that also meant there could be a potential planning to terminate our departure.
Correct was I as usual for once we came within sight of the front entrance there was an onslaught of leaf shinobi that rained down from above, whipping kunai towards me and Kana in hopes of bringing me down.
Without so much as a bat of an eyelash I ducked and evaded the hundreds of knives with only a few minor wounds scarring through my skin. A quick evaluation of Kana showed she was untouched, thankfully, and fast asleep miraculously throughout the fighting, but now was not the time to think about her sleeping patterns.
I knew that leaving the village would be impossible without a fight. There was no way to be elusive about that subject; we were predestined to be caught in a quarrel.
With a sigh I spun around on the platform of my foot just in time to duck an incoming attack from a katana.
My eyes immediately locked onto the katana and its owner. That was the one weapon I was very handy with, also being the weapon I had lost a year ago in an explosion from one of the Akatsuki members. It was a weapon I knew could ensure our escape and so I strategically thought out a way to claim that sword.
I nearly slid to the ground towards the ANBU member who attempted to jump in the air out of my reach, which failed. My one able arm that was not having a hold on Kana grasped onto his ankle just before he made it into the air and yanked him back down.
A fist came around towards my head with a freakishly fast forte. I had very little time to move my head to the side, but I managed and clutched onto his arm. With a jerk I twisted it around, not at all flinching when an distinct snapping of the bone was heard nor when his arm began to hang at an odd angle. Instead I wasted not the chance to slide the katana from his grip and preform a well-constructed backflip to create distance between us.
When I turned my head back towards the entrance I was disdained to see that the path was blocked entirely by leaf shinobi. There were many Jounin I was familiar with that were guarding as well. Upon scanning I could see the blonde man who was set to evaluate me was there as well as a larger set man with large red head set whom I had not seen before. There was also the jonin named Guy who as usual was wearing his skin tight green jump suit. It was quite repulsive if I should say so myself. Beside him there was a man with spiked gray hair which I knew to be Kakashi Hatake. The rest of these shinobi were ones whose faces I could either not see or were unrecognizable.
It was unfortunate that I had to make eye contact with Kakashi for he was somebody whom I did respect very much, and now having to fight him would be an unimaginable concept. Of course it would be much easier for me to fight him than it would be to fight, say, Sasuke for instance.
There was no time to think about that.
The sea of ninja came barreling towards me with some grace to their step without a second thought on what I could do to them.
Of course my abstinence in the slaughter of persons within my rage was a great disadvantage for I felt it unnecessary to take lives that were merely doing their jobs now that Nekomata's chakra had been completely cleared from my system. That did not mean I was not willing to destroy those who even attempted to take Kana from me.
"She is not just mine. She is Sasuke's. Letting go of her is letting go of Sasuke again…That will not happen."
The only thought that could repeatedly play in my head was that. The moment Kana was out of my arms would be just like the time Sasuke left, only the pain would be worse. It was vital to protect her, for to me she was the Sasuke I had been with. She was just his incarnate so I had the protective instincts just for her. I needed to keep this child. These shinobi could do nothing that would have our separation.
With that dark thought in mind I gripped the hilt of the katana then shifted to the side of the crowd. Chakra kept my feel nailed to the sides of the building walls as I wove in and out of the shinobi assaults, occasionally feeling the stabbing pains of birth aftermath and the newly entered cuts of the enemy sword. It was something I would just have to deal with, and as long as Kana was safe there really was no harm done.
Blood was soon pouring down my sides as I had been hit multiple times by sharp items, but all the meanwhile I had made it to the door of the great village, and that was when my chakra system had regained composure and I could teleport away, closely chased by the shinobi of course, but my teleportation skills far surpassed theirs for my surplus of chakra so I could go much farther than they ever could.
Ah, the pathetic weaknesses of a human body.
Always breaking down on oneself when they need it the most.
After teleporting somewhere far away from the village in a wood the only thing I could do was keel over, grasping onto Kana for dear life. My head felt dizzy and I was nauseous from chakra overuse and childbirth. My blood was trickling down my sides and into the grass beneath my stained white kimono, glazing the green with a coating of red. My body almost felt numb from too much usage so quickly, and so the only thing I could do from that point on was allow my body to fall limply down on the earth in a weak panic. My arms that were so tightly holding onto Kana were now loosening up, not of my own will but of the weariness of my muscles, and my eyelids soon dropped over my blue eyes.
Weariness took over me like a wave washing over the shore and eroding the sand away.
I should have fainted within seconds of my lids closing, but the thing that kept me in my sense was the faint sound of Kana's crying somewhere in the back of my mind.
In slight fear I reached out my hand in hopes of touching her frail body before passing out, but when I should have touched her little self I instead had grasped onto a hand much bigger than what hers would have been.
It's warm fingers curled around my cold hand in reassurance, but I did not trust it.
Too late it was for my decisions to take place for even though I did not trust the comforting hand, I fainted anyways.
[See, that was a bit longer, wasn't it…yeah…heheh…. Um… Review please! :D Those would be nice…. ]
