My Old Teacher (Naruto Fan-fiction) _Going to be Revised_

Chapter Two

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“What are you doing?” He hissed, pacing back and forth in front of me, his white hair bouncing as he walked.

“Does it matter? I’m not doing anything illegal, Kakashi.” I crossed my arms, pushing my cleavage upward. Unfortunately he wasn’t the type to stop a lecture at the sight of boobs.

- Kakashi’s POV –

She looked the same as she did when she left the village; her incredibly long jet black hair flowed way down her back, almost reaching her ankles. She wore the same reveling clothing, testing all the men around her. Her jade eyes showed defiance as I spoke, clearly not listening to what I was saying.

“I have to go get stuff for diner; Itachi should be done shopping by now.” She turned away, her hair almost whipping me in the face. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, showing she hadn’t cut it since the last time I saw her.

“Rin, you can come home, you know.” I said, holding on to her wrist so she couldn’t walk away.

“I don’t want to,” she said angrily, turning on me, “Your Village still treats Itachi like a criminal – I can’t stand it!” She yelled, stomping her foot on the ground. The necklace I’d given her when she became a Tokubetsu Jonin (Specialized Jonin) bounced as she stomped.

I released her wrist, which she placed against her chest and rubbed with her other hand.

- Rin’s POV –

I hated that the village treated Itachi like they did; they forced him to kill all those people! I walked away from Kakashi, who had stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the bar we left Jiraiya in.

Itachi was standing in front of where I was supposed to be, checking his watch every few seconds and looking around. He caught sight of me and walked over, looking extremely angry.

“Where the hell did you go?” He asked, the anger seeping into his tone.

“Don’t talk to me like that; I just went around the corner to check out some flowers.” I lied, walking past him and roughly bumping his shoulder with mine. His eyes narrowed, he knew I was lying, but he didn’t push the matter now that he knew I was okay.

“Let’s get what you need, I already got my stuff.” He motioned to the bag he was carrying. I tried to sneak a peek into his bag, but he kept pulling it away from me.

“Why so secretive?” I huffed, stepping into the store and scoping out the vegetable section.

“No reason,” he shrugged, taking a look at my list and going to grab bread.

It took us roughly half an hour to get everything we needed; it was tough cooking for 11 people. Personally Konan, Sasori, and I didn’t eat much, but all the men did, and it was exhausting having to clean up after any meal. Get it? Sasori’s a puppet, he doesn’t eat at all! I giggled to myself.

“Are you going to help me make the meal?” I asked, nudging Itachis shoulder gently, getting no response. “Itachi,” I grabbed his arm, he pulled away and hushed me. While any other time I would have felt hurt, this time it felt serious.

“Come out!” Itachi ordered his voice firm and business-like. I admired this side of him; it’s what made him stand out in the Akatsuki.  The old man from the bar stumbled out of the brush, clearly still trying to work off the alcohol.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, just walking around~.” He said, coming closer.

“Don’t,” Itachi warned, stopping Jiraiya in his tracks.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize you, Itachi Uchiha?” He laughed, “You’re a wanted man, and I intend to take you in.” Jiraiya started making rapid hand signals, then puffed up his cheeks to inhuman proportions.

“Move!” Itachi barked at me, pushing me to the side as a large stream of oil flew from Jiraiyas mouth, spilling around the area we were just standing. Luckily Jiraiya was more focused on Itachi; it gave me the chance to grab the scrolls I kept in my bag.

I threw the scrolls into the air in front of me, biting the end of my thumb and streaking the blood across the scroll. I pressed my hand against the scroll, causing a puff of smoke to appear from the scroll as I drew my weapon out of it.

Back in the Leaf Village I was promoted to a Tokubetsu Jonin because of my unmatchable weapon proficiency. While I was extremely skilled at using weapons, I lacked in most other aspects of being a Jonin. Instead of working on improving, I spent all of my time researching different types of blades, but focused mostly on the seven swordsmen blade.

From that research my blade, Kiniro, was born. It had intricate golden carvings down the handle, with wings for the guard instead of the traditional rectangle one. The blade itself was gold as well, and was the size of Zabuza Momochis blade.

I put the sword on my shoulder, circling around the tree line, keeping a close eye on Jaraiya. He was still keeping his attacks focused on Itachi, who was dodging them without a problem. I appeared behind him, swinging my sword without any effort, but he dodged.

I cursed at myself, jumping away and standing behind a tree, I should have known it wouldn’t be that simple. I listened to the fight happening behind me, trying to find another opportunity to attack. Peeking out from behind the tree, I saw Jiraiya standing right in front of the tree, staring at me.

“It’s such a shame a cute girl like you has to die.” He grabbed my neck, throwing me up against the tree. “Unless you agree to tell me all you know about the Akatsuki,” He began.

“Never!” I spat on his face, getting a grunt in return. He tightened his grip, lifting me off the ground and holding me in the air. I started gasping for air, clawing the air in an attempt to get my sword. As my vision began to fade to black, Jiraiya gave me one last look, not of pity, but remorse.

-Jiraiyas’ POV-

I held the poor girl there without any hope of her breaking lose, anything I had to do to protect my village. She spat in my face, a final act of defiance as I cut off her airway, and I allowed it. I gave her one last look, seeing her eyes flutter shut, and catching a glimpse of a necklace.

I used my other hand to gently pick up the necklace and give it a look over, it looked extremely familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on why it did. As she fell unconscious, I put her on the ground, deciding interrogating her would be the best way to get information about the Akatsuki.

I cupped my hands in front of my face and whistled, making a bird-like call that rang through the forest. I received another bird call in return and decided to look for Itachi while I waited for reinforcements. Walking over to where I left him, all that was left was a scorched piece of his clothing and a very large amount of groceries on the ground.

I figured I wouldn’t have gotten Itachi, but I knew nothing about the new girl, so I was hoping she was going to be as easy as she was to catch. I plopped down next to the unconscious girl; taking a good look at the necklace she was wearing in an attempt to find out why it looked familiar.

“I got this for her,” I remembered where I’d seen it before… “It’s not too flashy, is it?”

“It’s perfect; she’ll love it, Kakashi.” I looked at the girl, surprised I had even thought about letting her go.  I always did what was best for my village, no matter the cost, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt Kakashi…

“Jiraiya-Sama, what did you find?” The Shinobi looked at the unconscious girl next to me. “Is she part of the Akatsuki?”

“...No, she was attacked by Itachi.” I lied, motioning for the group to come over. “We’re going to take her to the Leaf Village until she recovers.”