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Despite Kakashi's wishes, Tsoran had caught a cold. He was a little annoyed to learn this when they woke up the next morning to her sneezing, much to her embarrassment. When they had returned to the inn Kakashi had made sure to bring her hot tea and made her sit in the warm bath water for at least an hour, but it still hadn't helped. Hopefully this didn't impair their travel time, Kakashi thought bitterly.
Around noon they had set out, bundled up in their white travel cloaks. Tsoran didn't have any broken bones or major wounds that couldn't be fixed with a simple bandaging job, but she was still covered in an array of blue and purple bruises and had some incredibly sore joints. But they had expected this and offered to carry her, but the young heiress was adamantly against it.
The snow had calmed down some, though it was still tumbling down in light flurries. Since they couldn't move as fast as they would have liked, they were sitting ducks. And if Kakashi was right about the leader of those rogue ninja still being out there, they could still be targeted. They also wanted to keep Tsoran away from prying eyes so they avoided large towns and covered her face with an ANBU mask. Tsoran grumbled a little bit about having to wear it, wondering how they could wear these things all the time and thinking how annoying it is. But she kept the comments to herself.
They walked on in a standard formation. Tenzou was leading and Itachi and Kakashi flanking the blonde Amhara. Kakashi was more than happy to walk in silence; he was more than ready for this mission to be over. He glanced at Tsoran through the corner of his eye, she was hugging herself tightly and her head was cast down focused at the bottom of Tenzou's cloak. He couldn't see her face but he could guess. It was odd to see someone so small dressed up like ANBU. She was short and barely made it to his shoulder, and she was very petite for her age, almost too fragile. It was almost stranger than seeing an eleven year Itachi covered in assassin's gear. It bothered him seeing someone who looked so breakable.
Tsoran's face heated up when she could feel Kakashi's gaze on her and it made her uneasy. His and Itachi's eyes made her feel uncomfortable, though it was probably the power in them that gave them the harsh feel, she knew about the Sharingan and to honest it frightened her. From what she had learned their visual prowess is one of the most intimidating bloodlines out there.
When she turned her head to look over at him he was watching a couple birds fly overhead. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion, she was sure she had noticed his gaze.
"Do you need something?" Kakashi asked with a smirk in his voice, turning his face back towards her. He knew she had caught him watching her, so he had looked away jut as she had turned. She sputtered a little and straightened. If he could see her face, he was positive she would be blushing, that made him smirk even more.
"Uh-um no, no nothing." She replied hastily, facing forward again, debating whether or not she had just imagined things.
Tsoran wrapped her arms around herself again, she's never hated the quiet so much before. Usually she would go out and explore the compound to be by herself without problem, but now being alone only left her to think too much.
The lack of distraction allowed her mind to wander back to her three days in captivity. It had all happened quickly, like most life changing events do. She had just gone out to meditate on the porch early in the morning when the warning bells began to chime. When she had made it out to the front gates she tried to protect her family and friends that were trying to escape. No one in the Amhara Clan has ever been trained to fight shinobi so it wasn't long before they were able to subdue her. It was pitiful and degrading.
All those people she was forced to watch die. All her friends, her family. Gone. And it was her fault. Hatake-san could tell her it wasn't but she knew it was. If she had gone against the grain and learned to fight like her older brother had suggested, they might still be alive. What was the point of having great chakra control if you don't use it to protect your loved ones? Every second of those three days Tsoran pleaded and begged and screamed for the masked ninja to leave them be and to let them live. But they only laughed and taunted her. And with each death she felt one more piece of her heart being torn out.
Kakashi watched as the girl to the right of him slowly succumbed to her thoughts. Her whole demeanor changed and she began to tremble. Sure it was cold outside, but that wasn't what caused her to shiver. The Copy Nin couldn't help but pity her, they were similar. Both had lost everything. He could've reached out to her, and at least distracted her from her inner battle. But that would mean connecting to her and that wasn't an option, the Copy Nin doesn't connect to people. And he didn't need some girl fawning over him just because he gave her some kind words in her time of need. It still hurt to watch though.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a sneeze followed by a stifled fit of coughs. Kakashi watched vaguely as Tenzou pulled out another jacket and wrapped her up in it over the cloak. She wasn't dying, but the snow definitely wasn't helping much. It was already starting to get dark so Kakashi called it for the night and they set up camp.
Tenzou constructed a half dome like structure that protected them from the snow and they set their packs inside. They couldn't start a fire because it would give away their position if the remaining rogue ninjas were still after them, so they huddled underneath the makeshift home. Itachi pulled out their sleeping bags and put them into place. When he handed one to Tsoran she declined saying they had already done enough for her but Itachi insisted she take it anyway. So the young heiress nestled down into the thermal bag.
Once they had settled down for the night, Tenzou closed off the dome and sealed them in. Kakashi cracked a few glow sticks, lighting everything up in a strange green. With an unspoken command the men slid their masks off, Tsoran followed suit and fumbled to untie the strings, laying the white porcelain mask gently onto the ground beside her.
Tenzou broke out a few protein bars and passed them out. They sat in relative silence for a while, nibbling on the tasteless food. The wood user looked over at Tsoran who was huddled underneath a pile of blankets and a sleeping bag. She looked a lot younger that he originally thought, with her wide curious eyes, and lithe body.
"Amhara-san how old are you?" Tenzou asked. Tsoran looked over at him, slightly shocked at him talking to her. Kakashi gave his teammate an odd look, he's never really been one for small talk but then again his people skills were getting better every day. But really, asking about her age? Don't women usually get offended at questions like that?
"Um, nineteen." She responded with a confused tone in her voice. Tenzou gave her his awkward, almost faked smile.
"You are only a little older than I am! And two years younger than Kakashi-sempai!" He exclaimed. And as an afterthought he added, "But you are much older than Itachi-san though, he's only thirteen." Tsoran gave the young ANBU member a surprised look but nodded unsure why the brunette boy was talking about this. Small talk didn't really seem like his thing.
"Uh, ha-hai?" She replied unsurely, taking glances at the other two ANBU members. Kakashi was barely paying attention, just chewing on his granola bar looking away from them. And Itachi had an eye brow quirked up ever so slightly at the conversation.
"What is your favorite color?" Tenzou questioned. Tsoran eyed him, why is he asking me this?
"Pink." Kakashi scoffed so quietly that only Itachi picked it up. Of course it would be pink, he thought.
"What do you do for fun?" Seriously, enough with the twenty questions Tenzou! Kakashi thought, annoyed with his teammates useless antics, shooting him a glare. There was no need to get close to this girl, as soon as they got back to the village she would be someone else's problem.
Tsoran sighed softly, she really wasn't up to playing the whole get-to-know-each-other-in-ten-minutes game. But she answered regardless.
"I like to sing." She answered quietly. The Amhara girl wasn't amazing at it or anything, but she greatly enjoyed it, it always had a nice calming effect on her.
Tenzou's curiosity wasn't because he was that interested in getting to know Tsoran-san, he was interested in testing out his new social skills that he's been picking up from his teammates and from watching others in the village. And this was the perfect time for him to use his skills to see if he is assimilating well enough into the normal every day culture.
"Could you sing for us?" At this question both Kakashi and Tsoran looked up at Tenzou. Kakashi was irritated that Tenzou kept up with these pointless antics; the silver haired nin huffed and laid down facing away from them.
Tsoran looked down at the ground, her mother had taught her most of the songs she knows. And now to even think of singing them with her mother…gone… she wasn't sure if she even could sing them. Plus she had never sung in front of strangers, only her family and her clan mates have heard her. She gently shook her head. Tenzou frowned slightly, I guess I'm not as good at this 'friends' thing as I thought. I'll have to reevaluate.
"Are you sure? Maybe participating in something familiar will help you feel better." He pressed. She let out a short, bitter chuckle.
"No it wouldn't." The blonde replied sadly, pulling at her pants awkwardly.
"But wh-"
"Tenzou, just drop it." Kakashi said harshly, cutting him off not bothering to turn around as he chided subordinate. The scowl on his face deepened. Tenzou nodded and suggested that he would take first watch, so that the Itachi and Kakashi could go to sleep.
"I don't see what's the deal about these Amhara guys. I mean taking out a gennin would have been harder!" Loud, harsh laughter followed this. Suddenly a rough hand connected with my shoulder, shoving me to the ground. A sharp gasp escaped from me as something hard crushed into my ribs. My hands and feet were bound and there was still a blind fold over my now watery eyes.
"I know! For the pay we're getting for this I was expecting, I don't know some sort of challenge. All those weak people screaming and running around, Gods it was annoying!" More laughter.
"It was taking a boot to ants." Again, more sickening laughter. I knew exactly what they were talking; images of masked men taking kunai and swords and knives to the defenseless women and children, to my childhood friends, to my family filled my mind. And for the life of me, there was nothing I could do. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything.
"Aw look, we made the bitch cry!" Is that what that is on my cheeks? I hadn't noticed, I thought I was just bleeding again, I thought dully.
"Maybe we should try to make her feel better." I could hear the malicious intent in his voice and cringed. There were a couple lecherous chuckles and a hand was suddenly making its way over my thighs. My entire body tensed up in fear and took whatever energy I had and used it to throw myself in the opposite direction. But this only led me into the arms of someone else.
I started screaming and thrashing about, I had already lost too much to lose anymore. Calloused, dirty hands held down my shoulders and legs and I could feel someone hovering too close to me. I bucked and tried to knee them but then my legs were held down. There was more laughter, always that disgusting gut wrenching laughter. It was so loud it was pounding in my head.
I shrieked and cried and sobbed and screamed so loudly that my throat ran raw. A pair of hands rake down the sides of ribs, over the bruised spot, down my stomach were they rested on my hips. A pair of lips found their way to the corner of my jaw and jerked my head to the side, colliding savagely with the man's head. I ignored the throbbing pain in my skull and continued to scream and thrash.
The man just cooed my name, like you would a small child or a lover, the sound of it made me feel ill.
"Amharas-san." The man whispered. I didn't answer and tried to jerk away from him.
"Amhara-san!" He shouted, I cringed at his tone and began to sob harder.
"Tsoran!" I was shook harshly and unexpectedly the blind fold was ripped off and I was faced to face with another masked man. He was too close to me so I lashed out and swung at him, not taking notice of the lack of restraints, his eyes widened as my fist made contact with his left cheek.
A hand came to rest of my shoulder, I quickly turned around to find Tenzou looking at me with his usual blank expression.
"Tsoran-san are you ok?" Tenzou asked. My chest heaved up and down with each sob and I brought a trembling hand to my face and felt warm tears. I blinked curiously at my dampened fingers to find tears not blood as I came to the realization that I had been dreaming. My shoulders slumped in a defeated manor as I tried to calm my heart, but it was no use I could still feel their hands on me, I could still hear their voices, their laughter.
I glanced frantically at Itachi who had a plain, but slightly worried and understanding expression.
"I need- I need some air." I choked out. Tenzou and Itachi shared a look, but I didn't have time for them, the walls felt like they were closing in on me and I felt like a trapped animal in a cage. I banged on the wooden wall almost desperately.
"Please! Please I can-can't be in here any longer!" I sobbed into my hand as I tried to muffle the horrid noise I was making. Hesitantly Tenzou made an opening and I rushed out, once again without any shoes or protective clothing. I could care less at that point. My stomach was about to give way.
It was still dark out but the snow had thankfully the snow was only coming down in soft flurries. Images of those three days flashed through my mind mercilessly and I only got about twenty feet away before what little I had in my stomach was thrown up onto the snow laden ground. I clutched onto the nearest tree as my whole body shuddered violently and continued to dry heave.
I knew that the Konoha nins were watching me but the fact barely registered in my mind. Once my stomach had settled I slid down the side of the tree sinking to my knees in exhaustion, holding onto the trunk like a lifeline. I couldn't tell if my body was shivering from the cold or if I was trembling from the aftermath of my dream.
I felt disgusting and dirty and useless. All of those people, my family, my friends all gone because of some naive belief we had on peace over violence. Well look were that got us! Dead, that's where it got all of them! Dead! Murdered!
"And it's my fault…" I mumbled to myself brokenly. I wanted to cry, my eyes stung like there were tears there, but they wouldn't fall. Can you run out of tears? I thought with no curiosity at all.
When I was younger my older brother told me that I should learn how to fight from the ninja that would pass through the compound. Our clan's compound was open to all travelers, and ninja, whoever came by. Our clan was based on the ideal of peace and nonviolence so all kinds of people would come, not only to rest from their journey but also to see my clan's gift. Being able to manipulate chakra without hand signs is something ninjas would spends decades upon decades trying to reach, but here my clan is born with it and we don't do anything with it, except promote peace.
I spent most of those three days trying to understand how exactly we were promoting peace by sitting by idly and doing nothing. My mother and father were last people to have this gift besides me and when they died I was the only one in our entire clan to be left with it. I could have been trained to something useful and worthwhile, something that could benefit others. But all I've done in my years is study history and culture and learn how to grow the grass without hand signs with my amazing and almighty gift. Ridiculous.
We were supposed to be an example for everyone, of how living peacefully is the best way to live life and how those who remain neutral will always remain neutral. Well we sure as hell set some kind of example but I don't think it's what my ancestors were going for.
134. That's how many people lived on the compound, and I could name all of them. My cousin Mayura and her husband just had a baby boy. Grandmother had just celebrated her eight-first birthday. And now they were dead. It was a waste of life and it was beyond despicable, there's honestly no word that I can find to describe this that would be able to express the anger, frustration, guilt, and agony that's weighing me down.
At first I thought this was just some nightmare that I would wake up from. I still hoped that it was. But that wasn't reality, reality was that I had just watched my entire family be slain right before my eyes because I had to uphold some stupid belief in peace and neutrality. If I had given them what they wanted they would have used it for some stupid reason, I wouldn't know what it is though, they never saw fit to tell me. But did it matter if they told me or not? My family would have died regardless, I could sense it in their chakra that they had murderous intentions from the start.
The crunching of snow took me out of my thoughts and turned around to see Itachi coming towards me. I awkwardly pulled myself up and wrapped my hands around my middle trying to stop myself from shaking. When the Uchiha got close enough he handed me my cloak from earlier which I gratefully threw over my shoulders.
We stood there for a few moments without saying anything, much to my discomfort. I sneezed a couple times, I had almost forgotten about my cold, and using the cloak to dab my annoyingly runny nose. I stared at the snow while Itachi stood a couple feet away from me. When I looked up he had a kind expression in his dark eyes.
"This land is very beautiful at night, ne~" Itachi said glancing over at the snow laden forest. I appreciated that he didn't say anything about the obvious fact that I had been crying or the fact that I had woken everyone up because of a nightmare or the fact that I had thrown up, again in front of them. Or the fact that I had punched Kakashi-san. My cheeks flared red in embarrassment and I had the urge to cry again.
"It is." I replied in a small voice. I didn't trust my voice not to break if I spoke to loudly.
"A little chilly though, don't you think?" I sighed at his comment, what he really meant was, we should go back. I took in a shuddering breath and nodded. Itachi-san gave me a small smile and gestured for me to walk ahead of him. I trudged back to makeshift campsite and crawled in through the opening. Tenzou and Kakashi looked up when I came in and I felt that familiar sting of embarrassment. I self-consciously rubbed at the already dry tears and sat down on the sleeping bag.
Itachi came in right behind me and the only light was the dimming glow sticks and the soft moonlight coming in from the opening.
"I- I'm sorry for- for um…" I didn't really know how to finish that sentence so I trailed off and pulled at my pants nervously.
"It is ok Amhara-san we understand." Tenzou smiled reassuringly. I looked up at him and he seemed sincere, but with ninja it was always hard to tell.
"Kakashi-san I'm sorry I hit you. I-I thought you were, um one of those men." I said sadly.
Kakashi gazed at her, sure he had been surprised that she had struck him, but it wasn't a big deal. What had bugged him was the way she had been screaming and struggling. He knew what bad men were capable of, but it still sickened him to no end.
"It's no problem, I've had worse." He replied in a jaded way. She frowned at his response, apparently dissatisfied with his answer, but that wasn't of his concern.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" He would have laughed at the absurd question if it weren't for that damn kicked puppy look in her eye. He shook his head.
"Nope, I doubt you could." He said it only to assure her that he was fine and that she hadn't done any harm but his answer seemed to make her feel worse because she sighed heavily and she looked away.
"Figures." She mumbled sullenly. Kakashi didn't know why but he felt like he had messed up somehow and it didn't make any sense to him. Maybe it was just the familiar defeated slump in her shoulders that he knew all too well.
"Um, I think it bruised though." He added in an afterthought. He watched her eyes flicker to his face landing on the masked place where she had hit him.
"Would you like me to heal it? I know it's not much of anything but it's the least I can do." Kakashi kept his surprise of her being healer to himself and just shrugged his shoulders. He could care less if he had a bruise or not, it didn't bother him at all.
She shifted closer to the Copy Nin so she had a better angle. He could see the uncomfortableness in her, it was in her tense figure and in the way she chewed on her bottom lip. She slowly brought a hand up, careful not to make contact with his face and that telltale medical green glow lit up at the tips of her fingers.
Kakashi watched her with a critical eye and kept his sharingan one closed tightly. It only took her a few moments to heal his cheek and when she was done she quickly moved back to her sleeping bag. Tenzou then began to ask her questions about her medical training, which she said she was taught by a medic nin who had stayed with them for a few months. Kakashi rubbed his cheek in attempts to get the tingling that medical chakra always leave behind to go away.
Eventually Itachi checked out of the conversation and went to sleep, and Tsoran had grown tired of answering Tenzou relentless questioning so Kakashi suggested that they all get some rest while they still had a good three hours of night left. The wood user agreed dutifully and went to sleep while the silver haired nin took watch.
Kakashi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This mission had been relatively easy in terms retrieving the Amhara heir, it was almost too easy. And even with the snow the journey wouldn't be too terrible. To be honest his problem with this mission was the blond girl sleeping across from him, or at least pretending to, she was awake from what he could tell. It wasn't that he didn't like her personally, he was sure she was a nice girl and all, but she reminded him too much of himself and it didn't sit well with him.
She reminded of him of his own pain and guilt and he hated that.
He frowned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. At least they were close to Konoha, then he could just dump her off on someone else and be done with this mission. This mission was taking its toll on him and they had only been on it for less than a week.
Kakashi let out a small sigh in relief as the Konoha gates came into view. He was glad to be back where he could change out of his damp clothes and get out of the cold weather. They couldn't come in through the normal entrance since they were with ANBU so they made their way to the hidden entrance around the North side of the village.
Tenzou took back the mask they had lent to Tsoran and her green eyes were filled with amazement as they entered the impressive ANBU compound. Her lips were set in a silent 'O'. They walked in relative silence with the occasional 'hello' from other ANBU members in passing.
Tsoran had a curious look on her face that almost erased the dark circles under eyes and took away the tired expression. Almost. The silver haired man knew she hadn't been sleeping ever since that night she woke up from her nightmare. So for the last couple nights she had forced herself to stay awake. It was a self-destructive tendency and from experience Kakashi knew she would crash eventually and it wouldn't be pleasant, but again, not his problem.
Once they stepped inside the Hokage's office Lord Third greeted the young heiress asked her questions like how she was, and uninteresting stuff like that. Kakashi had stopped paying attention, he had begun to daydream about a warm bath and maybe some takeout from that restaurant on his way home.
"-Kakashi will be willing." He perked up at his name and focused back on the conversation. He must have been out of it for longer than he thought, because four sets of eyes were staring at him as if waiting for a response. He let out a nervous chuckled and rubbed the back of neck.
"Gomen Hokage-sama what was the question." The old man grinned and leaned back in his chair.
"Nothing of importance Kakashi, I was just saying that Tsoran-san will be staying over in the Imperial Complex and that she would need some protective services being as there are still rogue ninja out there looking for her. And I was just wondering out loud if you would be willing to do so." Kakashi blanked, and although on the inside he was annoyed as hell that there could be a possibility of being stuck with this girl for longer than he thought necessary, he was visibly a stoic figure.
"I don't know if I'd be right for the job Hokage-sama, I'm not very good company and think that maybe Kurenia would be a better match for this." What he really meant was no damn way do I want to be stuck following this little heiress around the village for an indefinite amount of time. The Hokage smiled in return.
"I don't know what you mean Kakashi! You'd be perfect and besides Kurenia is out on a mission with Guy and Asuma. And isn't your apartment closer to the Imperial Complex than your comrades?" Kakashi frowned, in translation the Hokage was telling him in a passive aggressive way that this wasn't a request and that he had to do it. So Kakashi did what he did best and put on a fake cheerful facade and agreed with The Third. I want to stab a kunai into my foot right now. He thought dully.
They were soon dismissed after the Amhara girl was given the next plan of action. She would be staying in the Imperial Complex which was where all the political guests stayed in when they came to Konoha. And as for money her clan had set aside funding for situations just like this when the attacks started a few years ago.
Itachi and Tenzou were released to go home and Kakashi was instructed to take Tsoran to the hospital for an evaluation. So Kakashi sat fuming in the waiting area while medics looked over his new 'charge'. He was pissed to say the least, all he had wanted was for the mission to be over and to get rid of the girl with the way to expression doe eyes and now work was following him home. But since when has that been a new thing?
He could never escape his missions, even when he was safe and in home and in bed he continued to relive his missions. Especially the ones that chipped away at his slowly deteriorating soul. It had started with Rin and Obito, and in his case most things did. He couldn't go anywhere or do anything without something reminding him of them. And this mission was no different than the others.
After about an hour and half Tsoran was given the all clear and came back out to the waiting area where Kakashi had pulled out his favorite little orange book. She walked over to him nervously pulling at the hem of the ANBU shirt she was still wearing.
"Um, they said I was ok to leave." She told him.
"Hn." Was all he gave as a reply, not even glancing up from his book.
"So do you-" She started but he cut her off by abruptly standing up and walking out the door.
"Oh, um ok." She hurried after him. He looked like he was walking at a leisurely pace in the lazy way he walked with that book shoved in his face but in actuality he was walking so fast she could barely keep up without jogging. She had never been in such a big city before with so many people, the sheer amount of chakra was smothering her and she wasn't used to moving around and through all of them. The young heir was having trouble keeping up with him and she was still sore so he couldn't really walk as fast as she wanted.
"Kakashi-san!" She called out when he was getting too far ahead. She accidentally bumped into someone and she immediately stopped to help pick up the basket full of apples that had fallen out of the woman's arms.
"Gomen!" She said quickly standing back up to find Kakashi. But she found that she could no longer see him. Tsoran sighed heavily and walked in the direction that she had previously seen him. The blonde tried to pin point his chakra but she wasn't yet used to the village amount of chakra so her senses were overstimulated so she had no idea where he went.
She knew he didn't like her much, but it was a little off putting that he would ditch her in an unfamiliar place knowing that she had no means of getting to where ever she was supposed to be going. She walked around aimlessly, cursing the stupid silver haired jerk under her breath. It's not like she asked for him to be in charge of her, she would rather have thirteen year old Itachi with her, at least he's courteous!
Tsoran covered her sneeze in the cloak and began to walk around in no specific direction. A headache was starting to pound into her head, most likely from being in a new place, so the blonde started heading away from the crowded market place and towards the huge cliff side with four huge carvings on it. She had heard about the monument before but it was much more impressive in person.
The young heiress smiled at the great mountain and settled down onto a bench. It was midafternoon and the snow was still relentless in the village like it was out of it. She felt like she was going to be permanently stuck in Itachi-san's ninja clothes and it wasn't the warmest attire, even with the cloak. Using her long hair as a source for warmth, she huddled on the bench tiredly.
The girl took a deep breath in and then blew out a stream of warmed air that instantly cloaked her in a shroud of heat. It was a simple chakra technique that was one of the firsts that she learned. You just take in air and use the chakra inside your lungs to warm the air, it just like the fire ball technique but on a much smaller scale.
She continued to do this every once in a while to keep herself warm. Tsoran didn't know she had fallen asleep until she was suddenly being woken up by someone kicking her shoe. She gasped and jerked awake only to find a lone eye staring back at her. All those sleepless nights must have been piling up on her.
"You ditched me!" She blurted out without much thought. Kakashi's eye narrowed at her.
"You couldn't keep up." He replied coolly. Tsoran's temper flared at this statement and stood up are crossed her arms. Kakashi held back a scoff at her poor attempt to be intimidating. He was more than a head taller than her and she looked like a breakable little doll, even in those baggy clothes.
She was right though, he had ditched her, not on purpose of course but he hadn't necessarily tried to keep up with her either. And by the time he realize that he should probably find her it was already sunset. The blonde was easy to find her chakra signature was very unique and very intense much like Minato-sensei's kid's. When he found her asleep on the bench in memorial park he felt a slight twinge of guilt at her blueing lips and shivering form.
"You should have been walking with me, not way ahead of me! I have no idea where I am, I've never left the compound before!" She scolded in exasperation with her green eyes set in a harsh glare.
"Why didn't you just locate me? Aren't you some sensory type?" He replied scathingly, annoyed at her ineptness. Tsoran's scowl deepened and made an indignant noise.
"Weren't you listening, I've never been outside of the compound which is pretty isolated, and considering I'm only a sensory type because my ability allows me to connect to natural chakra, I've kind on a sensory over load being around all these people!" She had been fighting off a head ache all day that was brought on by all this chakra and his jerk self was not helping at all.
Kakashi was annoyed with her, where was the meek and crying girl that had known for the last few days? Clearly she was thrown out the window by this loud one. He felt a little embarrassed that he hadn't considered the amount of chakra in the village as a factor in her ability to track him, thinking back on it, it seems obvious to him now. One of the reasons he didn't think twice about ditching her was that he knew she could find him, or at least he had assume so. He never made the actual decision to leave her behind, but then again he never made it a priority to make sure she was keeping up.
He was mad at her for being mad at him, but he didn't have a right to direct his anger towards her, she was a victim in this circumstance. It was the Hokage who paired them together, but being angry at him didn't help either. She sneezed again and he sighed and let his shoulders slump, maybe he had been a little mean by leaving her out in the cold while she was sick. Even though that was her own fault for catching a cold.
"Do you want to get to your apartment or what?" He drawled out. The girl standing in front of him huffed out in frustration and pushed her long locks behind her back.
"Yes, I do." He gave no vocal response but he walked away from her, but this time at a much slower pace. Tsoran sneezed once again and followed after him.
When Kakashi was finally able to go home he slumped down onto the couch and pulled down his mask. To be honest he hated his mask, but he couldn't go on without it. He had always disliked it, it was stifling and irritating but if he didn't wear it then he wouldn't know how to function. It was sad really, he was such a highly skilled shinobi but a simple thing like a mask bugged him so much.
"I can't say I'm surprised that you wear a mask under that ANBU one of yours." Kakashi's eyebrow quirked up.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, you seem like you got a lot going on in that head of yours that you don't want others to see." Kakashi brought his gaze over to the blonde girl beside him, she met his eye and shrugged her shoulders continuing on in her exploration of the apartment, opening up the door to another room.
"It's not a bad idea. If I looked good in masks I might consider wearing them too." She said in a matter of fact way. Kakashi gave her an odd, quizzical look and stayed in the kitchen while she walked around the place.
He had wanted to ask if she had a lot going on in her head too, but he already knew the answer, and asking it would be pointless and continue on a conversation he didn't want to start to begin with. Although it was an interesting thing for her to say, many people had said that he was hiding behind the mask, that wasn't a unique idea, but the way she had said it was strange. Maybe he was just thinking too hard about it.
Before he left her house for the night he made sure to set up ground rules like she can't leave the apartment unless he knows and she just can't leave whenever she wants to because he has his own life as well and can't cater to her every whim. She had scoffed at this but agreed none the less. He had also made sure to set up seals on her apartment, that way he would know if people left or came in.
He wasn't sure how long this was going to last but he was willing to bet he was in for the long haul. If anything he knew they would have to spend the next day together because she couldn't keep wearing that one pair of Itachi's clothes forever, and surely the two of the would have to eat. This was going to be a majorly troublesome ordeal. He could tell.
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