The Promise We Made [Naruto High Fanfic]

7. Childish Disputes

I open my eyes slowly, towards the light of a harsh white. "Where am I?"

"So you can talk." A slightly bored voice enters the conversation. "No wonder you took so long. What the hell happened?"

"Hey Itachi! Is Silver awake?" Konan's clear voice snaps me back to reality. My hand falls down to my side, where I reach for the injury; it's wrapped in bandages. "Are you feeling okay, Silver?"

"I'm fine, thank you." I answer without hesitance. I sit up, ignoring the stinging pain at my side which I've already grown accustomed to. "What time of day is it?" 

"It's a Saturday afternoon. You we're completely wiped." Itachi states blandly. "When Deidara and Sasori brought you home, you were a complete mess."

"We're the ingredients okay?"

"That's what you care about?!" Konan exclaims towards me violently, shaking my shoulders and increasing the amount of pain I feel overall. "Jeez, you're reckless. How did you even manage to get a wound like that."

"Gangsters?" I answer boredly as Itachi narrows his eyes at me. I sigh in realization that with this hawk eyes here, there would be no way to lie to him in this room. "I got attacked for the chess game. I beat them to the point of unconsciousness... Or death." 

"D-death?" Konan gulps as Itachi lets out another tired sigh. "You do those kind of jobs?"

"My only job is to destroy their chess piece." I explain, placing my hand on my forehead. I had then realized that my hair was untied and let all the way down. "They didn't want to give the piece up, and I had no choice; but then again, it's not like I know whether they're dead or not."

"I'm glad you told us the truth this time, but really now." Itachi says, standing up lazily. "Deidara and the others were worried. Some more then others, but more then less, they were concerned."

"They don't know, do they?" I ask cautiously, taking an elastic band and tying up my hair. "It would certainly be a problem."

"Indeed. Worry not Silver, they don't know a thing~" Konan chimes happily, grabbing my hand to boost me up. "As long as you make that pizza today, I'm sure they won't mind at all."

"Right..." I remember what the ingredients are for now, although I admit my arms are still shaky from the bullet shot. "I'll get to making it then." We step out of the room, Konan helping me balance whenever my side would topple lightly.

"Ah, Itachi, is Silver alright?" A more authorized voice asks. It's probably Pein. 

"He's fine. Actually, here he is." Itachi greets and allows me to step into the living room. "In the flesh."

"Silver! You're actually ok-un!" Deidara leaps up and prances around me excitedly, like a puppy seeing a new person. "You had us worried!"

"P-pft yeah right. You're useless, couldn't even make one damn pizza." Hidan scoffs and glares somewhere off into the distance. "What the hell did you even do anyways? Pick a fight with some fucking gang or something?"

"We found him alone with the groceries, so I would believe not." Sasori states, seeming awfully bored with the situation. He stands up and walks closer towards me. I can feel myself hesitate to take a step back as he leans in closer towards me. "So, how severe were the injuries?"

"Terrible! Terrifying even!" Konan exclaims, stepping in front of the red head defensively. "It's a miracle she can walk!"

"Please don't joke around like that Konan." I sweatdrop as I tap the side where I was shot. "I was injured around here, but it's nothing serious."