Okay... So I'm probably late on the update and I'm sorry about that; but my aunt got it into her head that I was/am sick and that I had to visit the doctor... ANYWAYS I wrote a little more then I normally would, to make up for the late update...
So normal Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto, or anything that was created by Masashi Kishimoto; I only own my own OC(s) that appear in this story.
Oh, I forgot to mention this... anything that is in italic is either... Kumo thinking... or a flashback/dream... Okay? ^^ OHH... or her talking but me being to lazy to put in quotes.
Why does this always happen to me? I ask myself dully as three thick, ugly males cornered me; at the moment my back was firmly against a tree and my hands itched to grab ahold of my swords.
"No'aw girlie," The far right one coos, his devilish tongue darting over his slightly rotten teeth. "You 'on't got'a wor'e an'mo'e 'bout livin'… We 'ill sell you off to a nice home." His voice got on my nerves and his grammar was horrible but I still couldn't find myself able to draw blood.
Before I could finally accept that I would turn into a murderer once again a flash of purple and white flies past me and one of the bandits falls to the ground; his shoulder and neck splitting apart until it stopped at his belly button. The male that stood beside him was, in his own way, beautiful. With black hair that glowed blue I could almost overlook the fact that it spiked out behind him like a cockatoo; his skin, seemingly as smooth as a baby's, was pale despite the hot sun.
The other bandits didn't have time to react; as soon as their dead companion touched the ground the beautiful male was gone, appearing on the other side of the bandits and chopping down the second one. His sword glowed white as it sparked out and sliced into the hunk of meat with ease; he had no problem slicing the bandit's head clean off his shoulders.
Seeing both of his companions die, though, the last bandit grabs ahold of my arm and yanks me in front of him, placing a hidden knife at my neck and growling at the rescuer, "Don't come any closer now, ya hear? Or I kill this pretty, little thing!" I couldn't help but snort; the look on my 'rescuer's face obviously said he didn't care if I died or not. The last bandit seemed to see this face too for his hand started to shake and I felt the bite of the blade as it nicked my skin.
Swinging his sword to the side to get the excess blood off the rescuer strides forward, ready to sink his blade in me to get to his prey before I quickly do the hand signs of snake-ox-tiger, hopping that my gen-jutsu will help me escape.
In my eyes everything was normal, except that I was able to slide out of the bandit's arms without any trouble and walk over to a tree a safe distance away before leaning against it. But in their eyes it was slightly different; as soon as I made the tiger sign my presence in their mind was erased. In their heads I was never there and the bandit had no one to hide behind. I got to watch with pleasure as the black haired rescuer smirk as the bandit fidgets before running to him and sliding his sword deep into the bandit's stomach.
At that moment I released the gen and the bandit's arm twitches before the rescuer rips his sword out, allowing all of the bandit's blood and guts to spew to the ground. 'Mm… yummy.' I thought bitterly as my eyes watch the blood pool on the ground. My eyes harden as my mind decides to bring me back to THOSE days and I was happy when the sound of wet footfalls broke me out of that trance. Looking up I see the rescuer, himself, walk towards me; his sword hanging loosely in his hands, to me a sure sign he would kill me faster than I think. I blink, he would kill me? Raising up my hands I halt his process slightly.
"Oi, there is no reason to kill a nomad is there?" I realized my voice was nervous as I shifted from foot to foot. "Especially a female one that has no idea who you are…. Right? I mean, I don't care who you are… you don't care who I am… Why don't we just go our separate ways and leave it like that? Besides," I wave my left hand vaguely, "it's too much of a bother to kill me, right?"
The hard line of his mouth obviously told me that no, it was not a problem to kill me at all. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Grumbling I cross my arms under my chest and sends him a glare. Absently I look at the outfit he was wearing. A white shirt and black pants, with a purple open obi tied with a paler purple rope; the outfit was a complete contras to my own, the only thing we had in common was the fact that we both used swords.
Finally he crosses his arms under his chest, I note that he never sheathed his sword, and looks me up and down. "Are you strong?" The question was so random that I didn't have time to respond before he snorts and says, "Of course not; a strong person wouldn't have gotten caught by those idiots." I couldn't help but feel that my eye twitched before I pointed a finger at him and snaps.
"You know what? Shove it up your ass, stupid chicken butt! I am a hell of a lot stronger than you are, by far." I was fuming now and by the looks of it he was too until his arms uncross and one of his hands rests on his hip.
"Fine, if you're strong like you say you are you can fight me." I open my mouth to decline when he holds up his hand. "No, you fight me; if I win I kill you, if you win I won't kill you." I barely had time to say anything before he launched himself at me.
Ducking under his arm quickly I rush down the road, my getas clip-clopping on the dirt road. I vaguely heard him say 'don't run you coward' before a blast from his chidori rushes by my head; barely missing me by several cm. Crap, I jerk to the side and dart into the woods, how the hell am I supposed to beat him without killing him? I duck under a branch before its cut down by his sword.
"Why are you running?" He taunts as I duck under another tree branch before jumping up into the canopy. Looking this way and that I try to find a big opening before falling through the branches, happily avoiding a deadly swipe of his sword.
"Not really running, per say" I called back, ducking between branches and the swipes of his sword. Man, could he run fast. "More like, looking for my winning card." Found it; an empty field that was normally out of view from travelers. I grab ahold of a branch to swing my body in that direction; letting it go before the rescuer turned assassin swipes his sword past it and it snaps. I stumble into the clearing, pulling out my first black sword before turning to him; he was already standing before me, a good five meters or so away with an outright annoyed look on his face.
"Are you done running now?" His voice was irritated, his body stiff. I couldn't help but shrug, rotating my right arm as if to pop the kinks.
"Sure, but I wasn't running to begin with," I flash him a smile. "Just relocating."
I spin my sword around my body, causing beautiful arches to surround my body. When I notice that his eyes had turned red to watch the path of my blade I smile at him, although I know the feeling didn't reach my eyes. "You have time to quite this fight before I end up hurting you."
He scoffs, sliding into an offensive stance, his sword held ready over his head as he waits for me to finish the play of my sword. I sigh, my blade slowing down slightly before I sped it up, light blue arches being left behind by the swift passage of the blade.
"Enerugī kyūshū-hō," My voice sounded dull against the wind and my eyes close half way as I watch his eyes widen at the unfamiliar jutsu. "Heihei Ichi… Kenbu." Darting forward I slice at him, the blade bouncing off of his before ducking and slicing again. Although most of the attacks either missed or were blocked my movements started to grow faster until it seemed like I held no blade at all.
"Don't let Ichi taste your blood." I said quietly, as if I was unable to speak above a hushed tone. "If Ichi tastes your blood you are done." His posture slips as I thrust my sword; I was disgustingly happy to hear the wet rip of skin as Ichi slides into his shoulder. He cries out in pain before pulling away, staggering as if a huge chuck of his energy suddenly disappeared. His eyes raise and he glares at me, my sword raised above my head and my knees bent. My blade glowed blue from the stolen chakra and I offer a sad smile.
"I told you not to let her taste your blood. Ichi can steal your chakra if she does." He growls before powering up his chakra into his sword. The chirps of millions of birds buzzed around as his sword begins to glow and crackle with lightning. Doing a backflip to get out of his range I land lightly on the balls of my feet and slide Ichi into her sheath; she was practically purring with contentment.
"Would you like to stop the fight now? Your wound looks bad." Although I asked him I knew it was futile as he runs forward, his sword back to get ready to chop me in half. Absently I slide out my second black sword and breaths out; doing the sign for ox-rat-dragon with one hand a fierce tornado forms in front of me and takes the bulk of his attack. Lightning sparks everywhere as a big explosion sounded; both of us were blown back, him landing on his back before flipping over and sliding back on his feet and me slamming to the ground on my hip before rolling to a stop, only to jump up onto my feet and freeing my sword from the ground where it landed next to me.
Examining the blade I smile bitterly when there were no nicks in sight. Hearing a step in my direction I notice him pulling his sword out as well before looking at me with a frown. His left shoulder was bleeding pretty badly; he had not moved it since Ichi bit him and now he has several scrapes from the explosion. Rotating his shoulder he disappears and I frown. Swinging my sword in front of me once I clear my throat.
"Enerugī Kyushu-hō, Heihei Nee," My eyes open when he appears behind me, "Tatsumaki no dangan." A fierce tornado wraps around my body and nocks him back. Ripping loose objects from the ground around me the tornado's scream pierced the area from miles around. I turn to face the male, my eyes were duller then when I used Ichi and my skin was pasty with cold sweat.
Frowning deeply, his eyes still red, he starts to make hand signs; but I didn't give him any time to truly do a jutsu. With a slash of Nee several rocks that were in the grip of my tornado fly out to him with blinding speeds. One hits him in the shoulder, causing his hands to slip and his jutsu to not be completed. Another one nearly hit him in the knee but he jumped out of the way, also avoiding the rock that was aimed at his throat in the process.
I swung Nee around my body, rocks flying from the tornado in all directions. I watch as the rocks before me crash into the trees, hitting them hard enough to break the bark and continue on to the trees behind the first or to take a huge hunk from the trunk as it grazes by. The same thing happens to the rocks off to my sides and behind me. If that was the case then the man should be either above me or below me… or very good at dodging killer rocks.
I sigh before swiping Nee again and again, causing layer upon layer or rock to leave the tornado and fly out into the field that was slowly becoming bigger. "Come out; come out, where ever you are." I shout before a shadow above me catches my attention. Shifting my weight I look up at the man who was flying down towards me, his chirping sword raised above his head.
"I'm finishing this!" As he pushes through the air and lands before me, he brings the sword down upon my head-
Eyes snapping open when someone grabbed her, Kumo's eyes registered what her mind couldn't.
Male.
Roughly six foot.
One hundred and seventy three pounds.
Ninja.
Since she could feel his body hovering over her she throws her leg up, momentarily happy that her shin connected to his groin; when he doubles over slightly from the pain she grabs ahold of his hair and yanks him down next to her, swinging her leg loose from between his leg and throwing it over his waist to straddle his lap. Lastly she grabs ahold of his neck, her nails biting into his skin slightly as if to say if he moved she wouldn't hesitate to rip his jugular out. A kunai knife was at her throat before the ninja under her could do anything and she freezes; her mind in a whirl before Ojīchan's voice broke her from her daze.
"K- Kumo-Chan!" From the sound of his voice he was standing behind the ninja holding a kunai at her throat; at the door, looking in.
His voice woke her up and she realized she was about to kill someone again; tears start to form at her eyes as she stares down at the shocked Nin. Slowly releasing her hold on his neck she wraps her arms around her middle and trembles.
"Please…" She starts to mutter to herself. "Please…stop. No more… I don't want to anymore…" The ninja under her reaches up and grabs ahold of her elbows gently, pushing her back so he could sit up as his partner holsters his kunai and watches from the corner of his room.
"Rurousha-San." The male that held her says lightly. "Rurousha-san, it's okay. No harm, no foul. You didn't kill me." His soft hum allows her to stop her muttering and when she looks up at him her tears had stopped. He offers her a smile before sliding her off of his lap and standing up. "My name is Ken. I am here to escort you to the Hokage's office."
Frowning at the name she crosses her arms under her chest and realizes in the back of her head that she was naked. "Why?" Her voice was strong and held no hint that a few moments before she was like a child in tears.
He offers her a kind smile and motions for his partner to leave the room. "I don't really know. I was just told to escort a Miss Kyoui-kumo Rurousha to the Hokage's office." Her frown deepens as he steps out of her room and closes the door. "I'll leave you alone so you can dress."
*Takes a deep breath* Okay, so... I have an idea of what will happen next BUT... since I'm packing my stuff for college I'll be a little distracted... Not to mention the stupid pills the doctor gave me makes me feel like a slug...