I would like to apologize for the late update; I was unsure about the dream and it took me several days to finally deem it... readable. I have also come under the impression that my body hates me... Anyways... I am about to have the Thanksgiving break that the college is allowing us to have and will be home and doing nothing for the next 4 days starting on Wednesday... I will be writing more but maybe not all that time will be focused on this story... some of it will be on Melting the Ice Maiden and others on the Gaara-kun story that I MIGHT be starting...
Anyways...
Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto or anything by Masashi Kishimoto; I only own my OC(s) that appear in this story.
Sitting in the small corner made by the desk and the wall Kumo had her arms crossed over her stomach with her dirty cloths sitting on her crossed legs and her beloved swords laying on the floor behind her, their sheaths pointing out for easy access. When Tenten walks in, closing her door quietly behind her, Kumo's eyes slowly open, watching quietly.
"Are you sure you don't want the bed? I don't mind sleeping on the floor tonight." Tenten's voice was quiet, it sounded like she didn't want to wake up her brothers who slept in the room next store.
"That won't be necessary." She blinks slowly once more as she watches the young Nin sits on her bed cross-legged with a frown on her lips. "I am uncomfortable with how… thick your bead looks. I will be more comfortable on the floor, Thank you."
When Tenten opens her mouth to answer Kumo holds up her hand for silence. "Tis fine, I have slept on the ground since I was young and lived with my nomadic family. If you wish to make your prisoner comfortable then you will allow her to sleep as she wants."
Eyes widening the young kunichi jumps off of her bed, "You are not my prisoner!" She snaps; it seems that what the swordswoman said greatly offended the young weapon's mistress. "We just…" Trailing off she looks down, circling her arms around her middle in a self-hug. "We want Sasuke back… We need your help…" Her plead didn't seem to faze the young woman, instead she calmly pushes her soiled clothing off of her lap, snug between her leg and her swords, before crossing her arms under her chest in a defensive manor.
"I am a prisoner for I do not betray Uchiha-kun's freedom." She starts, blinking slowly as she surveys Tenten's facial expressions. "You want me to find someone that does not want to be found. How does that not sound like a captor wanting information from a spy?"
With a strangled cry of frustration the Kunichi throws her hands up with defeat before stalking to her bed. "Fine, I give up!"
She yanks the comforter open before climbing inside and rolling onto her side, her back turned to the woman; sitting on the corner for a few moments she wasn't surprised when the angry weapon's mistress rolls over onto her other side so she could keep watch. She couldn't help but let a sad smile touch her lips, glad that the night's shadows hid it from the enraged shinobi, before closing her eyes, allowing sleep to overtake her.
Time seemed to slow down, I felt the white sword pulse at my side but I couldn't allow it to overtake my conscious. Shifting my weight to my right I angle Nee so that his hilt was higher than his tip just as the man's sword connected with him. His blade slide down the length of mine until it connected with the earth and its chirping static seemed to jolt with anger before fizzling out. His eyes bolt to mine and I knew that he didn't want this to last longer, but he had an opening that he didn't know; clenching my left fist I let it fly and it connected painfully to his left shoulder, right above the wound Ichi made. He let out a gurgled cry of pain before jumping back out of my striking zone; he was breathing heavily now but his eyes seemed to blaze with new found passion.
"We can stop now; I don't want to hurt you." I knew it was futile but I still tried to call off the attack; I saw no point in pointless battle.
He answered me with a disgruntled grunt before raising his sword, reading to attack at any moment; I sigh out of habit, I didn't want to hurt him but he seemed knuckleheaded and the only way to get him out of his peevishness, if only a little, was to hurt him truly.
"You did well, Nee." I muttered to my appeased sword before shifting it in front of me. "We shall use your older brother to finish this, no?" It seemed to purr as she slid it into its sheath. I look up at the attacker with sad, calm eyes before placing my hand atop the white sword's hilt. His evident frown was obvious that he was unsure as to what it would do if I unsheathed it.
I knew he wouldn't, as fast as a blink of an eye he was running towards me, he wouldn't allow me to unsheathe the third and final sword; the only sword that seemed to be different from the first two. He struck at my left arm but I knew it would happen so I shifted my weight towards my right side and grabbed ahold of Ichi with my left hand, yanking her up un-ceremonially to block the strike.
"I won't let you take that sword out." He grounded out, applying more force into his strike to ward me off.
"Then you will call off this fight." I leaned into the locked swords, allowing some of my weight into halting his sword's progress.
"Not until you lose." He growled; I sighed, he was so bothersome in his male ego ways.
Grabbing ahold of my white sword's hilt with my right hand I was about to pull it out when his hand grips my wrist. "You are not taking that sword out, woman."
My eye twitched, he was really getting on my nerves; releasing my hold on the hilt I yank my arm away from my body, happy to see that he wasn't expecting it and his body was pulled away from his sword. Quickly, not allowing him to correct his miscalculated mistake, I jerked my knee up and had the sick satisfaction of hearing it connect with his ribs. That wasn't enough to get him away, he only rose a few inches off the ground so before he could recover I threw my head forward and I had the painful knowledge of knowing that my forehead connected with his; it was enough for his head to snap back and his body to fall backwards.
Taking that as my chance I full unsheathe Ichi and pounced on him, straddling his lap before placing Ichi's blade across his neck. His red eyed glare caused a shiver to run down my spine but I ignored it, instead I leaned forward and Ichi cut into his neck with pleasure.
"The battle is over, please say you forfeit." I couldn't help but offer a small, sad smile. "I do not wish to kill you." He growls but sighs in defeat, looking away from me with a very disgruntled face.
"Fine. You win this round." Round? She tilts her head in confusion. "Next time I see you I will kill you." He continues, ah so that's what he meant. I pull away, shifting so I sat next to him with one leg still over his lap while I sheathed my sword. He sits up, staring down at my leg before shifting his now turned black eyes.
"You're bleeding." I ignored my leg and instead reached into my kimono to pull out bandages and ointment. He grunts, pushing off my leg before standing up; he was planning on walking away. "Hey!" Hastily I scramble up and run after his retreating form, "hey hold on, you need your wounds looked after or you'll get infected!"
I was able to halt his movement by standing in front of him, my arms spread out wide; he glares at me, which seems to be happening a lot. I glare in return before thrusting the ointment in his face, much to his displeasure.
"Look, I don't care but if you don't let me treat your wound that Ichi gave you that arm may have to be amputated." His frown deepens but he sighs again in defeat and I smile happily. "Sit, I'll wrap your arm and that neck wound and anything else you have."
He complies, sitting down and pulling his sleeve off to reveal tone muscle and ivory skin. Sitting down next to him I wrinkle my nose at the scent of blood before digging inside my kimono once more and pulling out a rag.
"This might hurt." I comment with sympathy before rubbing the wound lightly, trying to get as much blood off as possible. To my pleasure he didn't grunt or cry out in pain, he just sat there calmly, his eyes watching every movement I made.
"So…" I glance up at him before slipping the soiled rag back into my kimono, there was no point in ridding myself of the helpful cloth when I could wash it out later. "I can assume that you're not a people person?"
He grunts, that totally proved my answer and I couldn't help but roll my eyes before opening the ointment and smearing it into his wounds with my fingers. His shoulder twitches, looks like it hurt more than he led on.
He grunts, that totally proved my answer and I couldn't help but roll my eyes before opening the ointment and smearing it into his wounds with my fingers. His shoulder twitches, looks like it hurt more than he led on. After a few minutes of smearing the herb-smelling ointment around his shoulder wound and his neck I slip the ointment back into my kimono before starting to wrap his wounds with the bandages.
"Can I join you on your journey?" My question was out of the blue.
"No." His answer was straight and no-nonsense. I pout openly at him, he was so mean!
"Why not?" I shift my eyes to focus back on the wrapping, making sure it was smooth and no too tight.
"I don't know you." His answer was so simple.
"I don't know you either." I resort. "I just a little bit lonely, and I'm not headed in any particular direction, let me join you for a few days and then I'll be on my way." He stares at me openly, his eyes full of distrust and suspicion.
"If I do anything to upset you you can kill me, ne?" He blinks slowly as I stuff the rest of the bandages into my kimono and stand up, holding out a hand to help him up. A long pause before he finally takes my hand; that was his acceptance. If he had not taken my hand it would mean that if I tried to follow him he would kill me.
I couldn't help the smile that graced my lips, his hand slipped out of mine as soon as he was steady on my feet but I didn't care, I finally had someone to make me feel less lonely and I wasn't going to ruin it.
Movement, a light touch to her shoulder caused her eyes to snap open. She didn't know how It happened but one second her eyes were blurry from the bright sunlight and the next she realized her sword, Ichi, was pressed against Tenten's throat. She paled, as did the sword's mistress, and slowly she lowered the weapon. She looks around as Tenten moves back and saw how her kimono was washed, folded, and laying on top of the bed; it seems that she didn't react when her cloths were taken from her, just when she had been touched.
"It's time to get up, ne?" Her voice was shaky and Kumo blinks before nodding slowly.
"Gomen'nasai." The sword's woman mumbles as she stands up, watching as the weapon's mistress stands up as well and quickly goes to the door.
"I'll let you get dressed, mum washed it for you." She flashes a smile before closing the door behind her. When she was sure she was alone she lets out a sad sigh, her shoulders slumping forward. She did it again, she almost killed someone and that thought caused her blood to run cold.
Walking to the bed she strips from the temporary pajamas and pulls on the kimono, noticing how the dull gray looked a little lighter and the red birds a little more livelier. It took her a few minutes to make sure that her wrap was hiding the ugly scar but after several moments she was dressed and headed down the hall, fully aware of the voices that awaited her.
I am writing more as we speak... (As I type and as you read)... Please tell me if the fighting scene is too much or not enough, I will do my best to improve and make you, the reader, happy because (Lets face it) It is you that I write for and without you I would have no passion.