Summary
Itachi learns that Kagome is very protective of things she considers hers. Apparently, he now falls into that category as well.
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He shouldn't have approached her while she was practicing. Then he wouldn't have gotten pinned to a tree. It was incredibly painful; not to mention embarrassing as hell.
'And I thought I was a good ninja,' the Uchiha thought sarcastically, wrenching the arrow from his shoulder visciously as the fall leaves cascaded down around him. Kagome shrieked and pounced on him, babbling apologies and attempting to examine the damage she had unintentionally inflicted on her friend.
"I am so sorry Itachi! You scared me and I just fired and-!"
"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be a pin cushion." He tried not to shudder in the late October breeze. It was starting to get cold again. He'd need to pull out a winter cloak soon.
"Well I didn't mean-!"
"How did you manage to even hit me? I was behind you!"
"... Lucky shot." Itachi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was not going to start yelling. It was beneath him and completely idiotic. Especially considering she had shot him on accident.
" You said you were-! Who taught you how to shoot, anyway?"
"Umm... I taught myself. Look! I even hit the tree once!" She seemed extremely proud of the feat and was even pointing in the direction of the tree she'd bulls-eyed. He tried not to snort out loud in amusement. It would only further agitate his now aching shoulder.
'I really need a new job... And a better life insurance policy,' the Sharingan user mused inwardly, rubbing his shoulder and wincing when it stretched the injury on his side.
"Does it hurt that badly?" the priestess whispered, tugging vainly on his plain black cloak. She really wanted to see it to try and fix the damage.
"Not really," Itachi sighed, stepping away when a curious light entered her blue eyes, "... What?"
"I... I could try to fix it... if you want," Kagome muttered uncertainly, brows drawing together in concern.
"That's not necessary," he replied quickly. The last thing he wanted was for her to see his other wounds. Madara was a slave driver of a trainer, and ruthless to boot. He really didn't want to explain why he was still sluggishly bleeding from a hole in his gut.
"C'mon! It's the least I can do!" the priestess countered, tugging again on his cloak. He was acting... much stranger than normal, "I mean, I did shoot you and all!"
"I can heal just fine on my own," the Uchiha retorted sharply, immediately feeling guilty at the hurt look that crossed Kagome's face.
"O-okay," she squeaked out, backing hastily away from the angry male. Itachi bit the inside of his cheek and reprimanded himself for snapping at the dark-haired girl. She was only trying to help.
And he hated that. He hated the fact that he was going to eventually give in to her liquid puppy eyes and pleadings. And so, to preserve what little dignity he had left, he motioned to her as he turned to leave.
"Where are we-!"
"If you're going to fix it, I'd rather be at your house," the Uchiha grumbled, shuffling in the direction of the village. Kagome blinked innocently for a moment before gasping and sprinting to catch up with the former Clan heir.
"You'll see! I'll fix you right up! You'll be good as new!" Kagome chirped, grinning happily and gingerly taking his arm. She was absolutely giddy that he hadn't fought with her like Inuyasha would have. It was... refreshing.
'I highly doubt that,' Itachi thought but chose not to voice his opinion out loud. This time. He winced when her hand brushed another injury, 'I'm going to look like a mummy when she's done.'
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Kagome gaped in shock at the numerous injuries she noticed when he took off his cloak and sat down. "What... what happened?"
Itachi merely shrugged and avoided her searching blue eyes. It was not fair that he felt guilty for being hurt in her presence. "... Training."
"... And you walked to the village after this training?" the dark-haired girl snapped, glaring at the shiny burn on his arm. She started to gather her supplies, mentally made a note that she would need to get more soon, and looked the Uchiha over again. This time, she winced.
'Is that a hole in his side?'
"Exercise is... good," he retorted lamely. He refused to tell her that he came because he wanted to see her. He didn't even understand that reasoning. There was no way he was going to attempt to explain to it her. The former heir heard her sigh as she shuffled closer.
"... Okay, Itachi. Take your shirt off." He blinked in shock. Why...?
"I need to see how bad it is," she further explained when he merely stared. Itachi pulled himself together and resisted the urge to bang his head on the kitchen counter. Of course; to assess his injuries. He carefully slipped the shirt over his head, all the while wondering why it suddenly got warmer in the room.
Kagome muttered something indistinguishable under her breath as she gently traced a shallow cut along his shoulder. He followed her fingers in fascination as she continued to trace his other, less volatile injuries, before glancing up at her. She seemed... upset. And angry.
"If I ever find out who did this to you, I'll make them sorry," the priestess growled out, blue eyes flashing in righteous anger. The air crackled suddenly with energy; much like it would the instant before lightning struck.
Itachi knew in an instant that all those times she'd supposedly 'gotten mad' at him were nothing compared to the fury the small girl was giving off now. He was sure that should she ever find out and meet Madara, she priestess would likely try her damnest to fry the older Uchiha to a crisp.
"There's no need for... that," he really couldn't think of anything else to say to try and calm her down. A spark of pink sizzled between them when she glanced at him.
"I don't care. No one hurts my friends, Itachi. No one." To him, that made it sound like she considered him a friend. Was it true? It felt... strange. Most of the clan members that had befriended the young prodigy had done so merely for gain. He'd never had an actual friend; a real one. One that sounded like she would protect him. Ruthlessly.
"I would disapprove should you try to go after my... teacher." Mostly because he'd be upset and pissed off if Madara decided to kill the girl. Kagome blinked, her power dropping like a stone. The pressure in the air reverted back to normal, and the static feeling faded.
"Your teacher did this to you?"
"He's... very... hands-on with his 'training'." And that really was the best way to put it. Madara felt that experience was the best key to learning.
"So, it sounds like you're not exactly a teacher's pet, are you?" Kagome winced, applying ointment to the burn on his arm. Itachi grumbled in annoyance and grace her with a Look.
"No. Hopefully that will never occur. He's already sadistic enough as it is," he replied, watching as the priestess carefully bandaged him up.
"Well just... sit still. I'll get you cleaned up," she finally huffed, patching up the wound she'd inflicted easily before moving on to the next one.
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Deidara hummed under his breath as he sculpted his newest creation. The bird-like creature had a distinctively owl look to it; only with longer tail feathers. He was excited. It would be his greatest masterpiece.
And then he would blow it up.
The blonde missing-nin heard the tread of someone coming down the hall and glanced up... only to feel his jaw drop in shock. What. The. Hell.
"What the hell happened to you?" the bomb expert shouted. Somewhere in the hideout, Kisame snickered, happy that it wasn't him screaming about his partner this time.
Itachi glared at Deidara in annoyance and huffed quietly. He'd only come in here for his book, not to be interrogated by his team mates.
"... Training."
"With what? Trip wire?"
"Don't be absurd. I don't need trip wire to kill someone," the Uchiha retorted arrogantly, picking up his book from the coffee table and turning to leave, "I could easily just use my hands."
Deidara shuddered, swallowing thickly in fear.
That Itachi Uchiha was a crazy bastard.
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