-Samaru's P.O.V-
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Akio almost screamed. I sighed, quite irritated in the way she was acting.
"I've been instructing you for how long now? And you still think you can speak to me that way?" I asked, eyebrow raised. The small girl crossed her arms and glared up at me.
"It's been a month and a half." Her voice had an edge to it. I closed my eyes and growled slightly.
"You're lucky I told you at all." I mumbled, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. All was silent for what felt like hours. I just shook my head at her sudden attitude and turned to leave, "Don't forget to practice." I told her, waiting for a response. Nothing. I was about to walk out of her tent, when small arms wrapped around my waist.
"Wait." Her voice was quiet and muffled. I turned, making her arms fall. Her hands shot up to her face and wiped her eyes. I gasped silently at what I saw. Akio was crying heavily. Some instinct inside of me told me to comfort her, so that's what I did. I knelt down and place a hand on her head. She avoided my gaze and stared at the ground, trying hard to stop her sobs, "I-I don't want y-you to l-leave me too." She sniffled, looking up at last. The look in her eyes almost broke my heart. I chuckled lightly and put my forehead to hers.
"Listen. I've been through a lot, and so have you. I can't promise you anything, but I will try my best to survive. And in the event that I do die, I will always be in your heart. Got it?" I said, a smile on my normally stoic face. I wiped a few tears from her cheeks and stood, "Besides. Who else is gonna be your sensei?" A warm look left my eyes as hers lit up. She's be asking for about three weeks to call me sensei, and I always turned it down. Her sad expression was replaced with a big smile as she nodded furiously.
"Okay! Good luck, Sensei!" Akio yelled, waving at me from her bed as she ran towards it. I waved back, leaving the small tent. That's when my heart ached. I forgot that when this is all over, I might not see her again.... I walked to the entrance of the village to meet up with everyone. My mind clouded with bad thoughts. What if I die? It's not like anyone cares. Akio cares. Kiba does. So does Hinata, and Neji. I'm sure Naruto and Sakura care because I'm gonna get Sasuke. Sasuke.... Does he care? Obviously not. I have to live, for the village. But what they don't know is that I'm still on Obito's side. Or at least that's what he's commanding me to do. When I lifted my head, I heard many people talking and yelling. I saw many of my old friends waving at me from a few yards away. I sighed, knowing that I have to give this all up again. I shook my head and walked towards them with the best smile I could manage. I ended up beside Sai, who was smiling just the same. Very fake, but very effective.
"Would you like to see my painting of you?" He asked politely. I nodded, a bit eager to see how well he did. Sai took the bag off his back and pulled out a sheet of paper. He handed it to me, smile more real than before. I took it and slowly flipped it. My eyes widened, jaw dropping. I could feel my heart stop as my eyes flickered over it. He had drawn Sasuke and I sitting next to each other, a pond in front of us with our feet in the water. My hair was longer than normal, seeming to fly beautifully over the paper, and with the yellow sun dress I had on, my bare arms were shone, with none of those damned scars. I had been staring into the water, a huge smile on my face, where as Sasuke was looking at me with a small blush and sparkling eyes. I blushed as I gazed at the picture.
"Wow...." I whispered accidentally.
"Do you like it?" Sai asked, head tilted. I smiled and closed my eyes, nodding and handing it back to him, but he didn't take it, causing my eyes to open again, "It's yours." He said.
"Thanks." My eyes lit up a bit. There's something about this guy that I like.
"May I draw another?" I laughed nervously and shrugged.
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Death Lust (Book 2 Of Blood Lust, A Naruto FanFic)
FanfictionSamaru Goya is now 15 years old, and she's more powerful than ever, having mastered her eye. But now that she knows about her past, how will she coup will the death of her creator? What about the death of her love? Warning: Colorful Language and Sex...