By the time we had arrived to where Lee was, he was on the ground, beaten to a pulp by three ninjas from the Village Hidden in the Sound.
Neji had put me down, about to step in before a boy with black hair woke up.
He had marks all over his body, almost as if they were growing and had a life of its own.
The boy was now beating the crap out of the three Sound ninjas.
That was the moment I felt my vision blur, along with the slurred sound of that around me.
I was burning up; it was like I had just come from a bath in lava.
And before I knew it, I felt my vision go black as I slipped away into darkness.
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I gasped awake, my heart racing against time.
It was like I had been choked in my sleep. My throat was burning, my body aching everywhere.
Lee. Lee was the first thing that came to my head.
Is he okay?
"Careful." My head snapped to the direction of the voice. Why hadn't I sensed him there?
The guy with the black hair emerged from the corner he was casually standing in, a serious expression on his face.
To be honest, he was the last person I'd ever expect to see here.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in here?"
"Sasuke Uchiha." He introduced himself blandly.
Ah. An Uchiha.
First I met a Hyūga. Now an Uchiha.
These genin sure are something.
"Well, then, Sasuke Uchiha, what do you want?" I asked, trying to sound intimidating.
But it didn't work.
Because I was on drugs.
Those bastards! I told them I hate medicine of all kinds and will kill them if they force it upon me, and what do they do? Give me just that!
At least they had the courtesy of leaving my veil over my eyes.
But Uchiha winced in pain before me as he let out a groan of agony, collapsing to his knees as he clutched at the back of his neck.
I was before him in an instant, as I tried to keep my body from flopping over like a fish.
I suddenly felt dizzy as I knelt before the last of the Uchiha, my head throbbing.
"You alright?" I asked, while trying to get my vision to clear up at the same time.
"I.. I should be asking you that." He growled out in pain.
I placed my hand over his hand that was cupped over the back of his neck, removing it to see what kind of injury he had received.
He was stubborn at first, refusing to move his hand.
So I just crushed one of his fingers, receiving a shocked yelp from him.
But the second I saw what he had been covering, I felt an uneasy chill rush through my body.
It was a mark. It looked like it had been tatted upon him, three black drops of poison is what it looked like to me.
