I've been worrying about this for a while- that is, are any of the canon characters I've written OOC?

If anyone could point it out, it would help me immensly.

And sorry it's so short, I just couldn't get the words onto text, so I kind of hate this chapter.

. . .

In the aftermath of my spar with Kame-chan, my team took me to the hospital to get my arm checked out.

I assume you're wondering how the hell I got them to tag along when they weren't even present for the battle.

Well it went a little bit like this...

When I said that I was done, Kame-chan let a smug smirk cross her face, though it was still twisted with an emotion I couldn't decipher.

"About time," she muttered under her breath.

I would have retorted had my arm not chosen to burn fire right at that exact moment.

I clenched my teeth together to keep from crying out, and shot her a glare so cold that it rivalled Takashi's at its worst.

Unfortunately, Kame-chan didn't seem too worried.

In fact, she even went as far to smirk at me cheekily.

My eyes merely hardened in response, and I looked away, choosing instead to study the dusty ground under my feet.

Takashi took his time to approach, and boy was I in a mood, "Fuck off," I snapped, softly as not to alert my little brother of my vulger language.

Takashi, however, seemed to be positively cheerful today, "Mind your langauge, Yūmaru," he answered, and I noticed the use of my first name.

Huh.

Takashi only used my full name when he was being incredibly serious, and today, he only looked happy, not serious.

... unless, his happiness is a farce, and he's really serious on the inside.

I took a good look at his face, and there was a certain glint of... I don't know, something in his eyes. A careless smile was set on his lips.

Meh, probably not.

Takashi's careless smile quickly twisted into concern when he noticed my discomfort.

"You okay, Yū-chan?" he asked softly.

My glare turned venomous, but I didn't snap at him. I tried to move my hopefully not broken arm, wincong when a particularly nasty shot of pain lanced through it, "Just peachy," I answered dryly.

"I need to take you to the hospital to get that arm checked out," Takashi said, "can you stand?"

It was only then that I noticed that my knees were firmly buried into the ground, "Yes," I answered curtly, "I can."

I wasn't about to become some damsel in distress, dammnit!

I could walk just fine.

On my own.

I stood up, ignoring the burning pain in my arm, and instead choosing to cradle the appendage to my chest.

Takashi quickly scooped Akito into his arms, who hadn't moved from his place the entire time the spar had been raging.

My red-haired brother called over his shoulder, "Training's finished. I have to take my sister to the hospital, but I expect you to meet me here in here an hour or so from now. I have a D-ranked mission that we can do."

Kame-chan groaned in despair, Hiroshi smiled pleasantly, and Cho simply looked confused.

When I was firmly on my feet, I let out the sigh I hadn't known that I'd been holding, "C'mon, Onii-chan," I said, "let's go."

"Alright, alright," Takashi drawled, and he began following after me.

Our pace was extremely slow, and when my brother made no move to go any faster, I stopped to turn and glare at him, "Why are you taking so long, Onii-chan?" I snapped.

Yeah, I know I'm being a bitch, but don't I have a good reason?

My arm was broken for god's sake.

Takashi balanced Akito in his arms and levelled me with a cool glance, "Do you even see me trying to hurry with thenweight I'm carrying?"

"Hey!" Akito protested, his eyes wide and dark and tearful.

I didn't reply, and it only made Takashi laugh somewhat bitterly, "That's what I thought," he said.

We walked in silence for a little while longer, and when I was sure that I wasn't about to snap icy words at my brother, I looked up.

Takashi raised an eyebrow, as if he was expecting me to continue, and when I sighed in resignition, a smirk bloomed on his lips, "Fine," I snapped, and gritting my teeth, I managed to force out, "I'm sorry."

I hadn't realised I'd squeezed my eyes shut when I suddenly felt fingers weave themselves into my hair, mussing up the braid that had taken me so long to tie up.

Rage boiled inside me, and my eyes snapped open only to see Takashi weaving out of view with a cheeky grin present on his face, Akito clutched firmly in his arms.

"Catch me if you can, Yū-chan!" he crowed, glancing back at me with teasing green eyes.

Completely forgoing the fact that my arm was possibly broekn, I let my anger numb the clenching, burning pain in my elbow, "Oh, I certainly will!" I shrieked, running after him.

Takashi laughed very childishly in response, yelling over his shoulder, "I bet you can't!"

"I bet I can!" I growled back, increasing my speed to the point that I was now pumping the slightest trickle of chakra into the soles of my feet.

The pair of us were running so fast now that the various civillians around us would only be able to comprehend two black blurs streaking past them.

I knew that, in the deep recesses of my mind that Takashi was only having a little fun at my expense- a Genin fresh from the academy would never be able to catch a seasoned Jōnin such as himself.

However, in my current angry, bitchy mode, I didn't comprehend that tiny measly fact.

I was an idiot.

My confidence led to my downfall.

Literally.

I was running so fast that my surroundings had become an uncomprehended blur and my head began to spin.

Then I ran into someone.

Thud!

The collision would have sent the both of us tumbling to the ground had it not been for the other's unusually strong grip on my uninjured arm.

The grip held me upright, and for a moment I swayed, then my balance abruptly righted itself. I looked ip to see the face of my would be saviour. I saw black hair and brown eyes, then-

"Sensei?"

"Yūmaru-chan," she drawled, taking great pleasure when I inadverdently gulped, "what've you been doing for the past hour?" she asked, glancing at my injured arm.

"Breaking an arm," I said darkly, my bitchy attitude never fading away.

Kazuki's gleeful expression at having found me quickly leeched away to concern. She looked me over with her dark eyes, "How did you break you arm in the space of one hour?"

"Kame-chan did it," I supplied.

Kazuki raised an eyebrow, "Who?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Kimiko," I clarified.

Comprehension dawn on my sensei then, and she smirked, "So," she drawled, "this Kimiko finally pounded all the arrogance from you, and broke your arm in the process?" she whistled lowly, "I really need to meet her."

I rolled my eyes, "Well," I started, "you can."

Kazuki shot me an excited look, "How?!" she practically demanded.

But I didn't answer her question, because it was my dear older brother who did the honours, "She's on my team, Kimiko-chan," Takashi stated dryly.

"Hello, Yū-san," another dry voice greeted.

I glanced to the left, "Yashamaru-san!" I exclaimed, gingerly cradelling my injured arm, "What're you doing here?"

Yashamaru gave me a very dry look, "Sensei wanted to see us," he said, "she has a mission for all of all."

Great, It'd probably be another D-ranked mission.

Lovely, just lovely.

Yeah, notice the heavy use of sarcasm there?"

Yashamaru suddenly smirked, "What?" I said.

He chuckled, and said, "It's not a D-rank, if you're worried about that. I can practically see the turning in your head."

"Then what is it?" I demanded.

... yeah, and I'm still in bitch-mood if that's what you're worried.

Yashamaru shrugged, "A C-rank," he replied carelessly, "to escort some noble to the Land of Rivers."

"At least it's not like escorting Tazuna to the Land of Waves," I muttered under my breath.

Yashamaru raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

I ignored him nearly completely as I stalked in the direction of the hospital, muttering, "It's nothing."

Than something struck me, I turned to Yashamaru, my black eyes inquisiting, "Hey," I murmured, making his eyes snap to me, "is Sasori coming"

"I sent a clone to him," Kazuki answered for him, "and I told it to tell him to meet us at the hospital."

I stared at her.

She stared back.

I broke the silence, "When did you make a clone?" I asked.

Kazuki paused, eying me, "A few minutes ago," she responded, eyes wide and innocent.

I made a point of rolling my eyes, "You were talking to me a few minutes ago," I said, "and I didn't see any clones."

"Well, I did," Kazuki retorted.

I didn't even bother replying.

When we arrived at the hospital, a medic-nin saw to me, and after somewhat painfully examining my arm, he told me that it was dislocated.

"I need to set it," he told me, "So, on the count of one, two..."

Crack!

He pulled my arm into place.

I shrieked in pain, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hissed. I stared straight at the ceilimg, trying to quell down the foul words emitting from my mouth.

A cool, soothing feeling spread throughout me, and my arm was bathed in a pale green light.

"There," the medic-nin said, "it's done."

I snapped, "Why the fuck-" I was cut off when Kazuki casually hit my head, ruffling the strands of my hair harshly.

"Language, Yūmaru-chan," she informed me cheerfully, "we have a toddler here."

I glared at her, and she smiled innocently back.

"Am I needed here?" a cool, bored voice said.

I recognised the flame-red spikes easily enough, "Sasori-san!" I cried, "Save me from monster!"

Sasori seemed amused, and the seven year old stood in the doorway as if he belonged there.

He probably did.

Alright, kiddies, I told you how my team ended up in the hospital with me.

And it wasn't because they liked or cared about me or any of that nonsense like that.

No, it was all because our sensei wanted to take us on a C-ranked mission.