Chapter 7
A.N. Kishimoto owns all except my characters-Kiminari, and Kimiko, and later characters. Also I'm probably not going to follow any of the story line except a few small things. I may take the characters outside their natural personalities, but that's because it's my story, and it'll add to it.
Today when I woke up I thought I wouldn't be able to get out of bed; I was so sore and stiff from yesterday's training. I think I know what Temari meant by don't overdo it. I thought to myself with a little laugh. But then I remembered something I'd heard one ninja academy sensei saying to their students, the time I'd seen them out in the village: 'No pain, no gain.' I sure hoped that meant I'd gained something from this, because I felt awful.
After a nice, hot shower, I felt much better; I was still a little sore, but the stiffness had gone away. I went down stairs to get some breakfast, but stopped when I saw Gaara talking to an older guy I assumed to be a ninja. He had grey hair, and a green vest on, along with a mask covering all of his face except his right eye. For some reason, I already knew this guy was going to get on my nerves
I started to sneak around the corner, when he looked up and saw me. This made Gaara turn to see who he was looking at. When he saw it was me he said, "Kimiko, could you come here please?" I changed my direction, and walked over to them. "Kimiko, this is Kakashi Hatake." I bowed a little. "He is a jonin from Konohagakure. I've asked him to come here to figure out exactly what Anaki saw, since neither of you can describe it. He is well learned in many kekei genkei and thinks that the accident may have been caused by one that you may possess."
"Hello, Kimiko." Said the Kakashi guy. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" He asked. I guess he wasn't as bad as I thought, but I still got the feeling he'd have some major flaw somewhere. I nodded, and sat down.
We talked for about an hour. He asked all kinds of questions like: my age, if I had many friends, where I grew up, what I knew about my parents, and many other things. When he asked about my parents, I told him about the letter I'd received from my mother recently, and he asked if he could see it. When he was done looking at it, he asked me if I had started my ninja training yet, and when I said yes, he asked to see what I could do.
I took him out to the back to show him what I'd learned. Well since he wants to see what I can do, then maybe we will get along. I thought. Maybe he'll even teach me something new while he's here. After I'd shown him my taijutsu, stances, and targeting, I told him all I knew about chakra theory. Then I brought him over to the tree. When we got there I laughed little in embarrassment when he saw the burn marks on the tree. "Well, at least we know you've got a lot." He said rather quietly. "Let's see if you've improved then."
With that I focused my chakra and walked straight up the tree until I was about twenty feet off the ground, then walked out to a branch, and said to myself with a small laugh Wow! How am I going to get down?
"Well, then." He said looking up at me. "How long have you been working on this?"
"Well," I said, "Temari-sama taught me chakra control yesterday, and when I figured that out, she taught me how to do this. Those marks are from the second try." I said carefully walking down the tree's trunk. "I barely made it off the ground the first time." I said with a smile. He then wanted to know how I figured it out, so I told him how I'd thought of it as lifting something really heavy with my feet. He seemed pleased with my theory.
When we went back inside, he told me he needed to talk to Gaara. So I went to the kitchen and had some cereal for breakfast; man, I was starving. When I'd finished, I cleaned my bowl and headed to the living room. As I expected, Gaara and Kakashi were in there talking, but when I entered the room they stopped. Gaara stood up and excused himself; he had to go to work.
Kakashi made a face that I assumed was him smiling underneath his mask, then said, "Do you mind if I draw some blood for testing?" What did he mean by that? I guess he saw the confusion on my face, for he asked me to sit down while he pulled, out of his pocket, a small pinchy looking thing.
"All I have to do is stick this to your finger, and press this button. It'll pinch a little at first, but once I get just a little bit of blood from your finger, you'll be good to go. OK?" I really didn't like the sound of that, but I knew that Mom and Dad would want me to be brave about it, so I looked away as he started to put it to my finger. A moment later, I heard a 'click', but felt no pinch. Well, that's a relief. I watched as he squeezed my finger to try to get enough blood, into the little cylinder, to test. Unfortunately, he ended up having to do a second finger too, because he couldn't coax enough out of just one, because my hands were so small, and my body was apparently 'naturally healing itself".
"OK. All done with that." He said. "I'll just take this down to the hospital, and we'll see if we can find out any more about you. Alright?" I nodded. What was he talking about?