Yume-chan is more excited than she's been in a long time. She seems determined to, as she puts it, 'kick my ass into the next dimension'. Her condescension doesn't really improve my nerves, and by the following morning, I am pale white and trembling like crazy. Dei-kun comes to wake me up and he takes us to the kitchen, where everyone is eating breakfast at the table.
"So, what's the fastest way to improve Taijutsu?" Yume-chan asks the room in general, then she nudges her head in my direction, "This one's gonna need it."
I glare at her, and Dei-kun says, "She can't be worse than you, un."
"Itachi is the best one among is with simple hand-to-hand combat," Kisame-sensei says.
"Hey, what the fuck? I'm good," Hidan says angrily.
"You're slow," Yume-chan says.
Before Hidan can reply, Kisame-sensei cuts it, "It's true, Hidan. You'd be dead by now if you could die. How many times have you been ripped to shreds?"
"Yeah," Yume-chan says, and starts counting off on her fingers, "Tobi is too stupid, Kakuzu just fights with those creepy ghost things inside him, Hidan is slow as hell, Kisame mainly uses jutsus to fight, Deidara is weak and he only uses explosions, Zetsu ... well, he just spies, and neither Pein nor Konan would be willing to train us. That leaves Itachi-kun."
She ends her speech with a dreamy look in Itachi-san's direction, but he couldn't care less.
You idiot, I think to myself.
"You realise you have just insulted every Akatsuki member in one sentence, right?" Itachi-san says.
She freezes just as she was about to take a bite of toast, looking around the table. Everyone is glaring at her.
"Oh, damn," she says softly. She slowly puts the slice of toast down, and in one quick movement, got up and made to run out of the kitchen.
"Get your fucking ass back here!" Hidan yells, running after her.
"It was a rude way to put it, but she is correct," Kakuzu says from the corner of the table as Yume-chan and Hidan's voices fade down the corridor, "Itachi, you'll have to teach them. The Leader would say the same."
Itachi nods once, but he does not look excited in the slightest.
After I've eaten, I go back upstairs, get dressed, brush my teeth, and look for my dual-bladed sword. I haven't touched it since I returned from Konoha, but Dei-kun made sure that it is in good condition all this time. When I go back downstairs and outside to where Itachi-san told me to meet him, I hear Yume-chan whining. Just when I edge around the tree that would put them in view, he slaps her on the head with a bored expression on his face.
"Ow, Itachi-kun! That's mean!" she whines. I sigh.
"Stop whining," he tells her, slapping her again.
I clear my throat to announce myself, but I am sure that he knew long before that that I am approaching. Yume-chan gradually calms down.
"I'm not going to teach you today," he tells us.
"What?!" Yume-chan demands, "Then what the hell is this? Why am I here? You promised you would - ooowww!"
Itachi-san had slapped her on the head again, and I cannot help but snort with laughter.
"Do not interrupt me when I'm talking," he says, "Today you're going to improve your fitness, and tomorrow, your flexibility. Tonight and tomorrow night, Kakuzu can hasten the healing of your muscles. Every day, directly after lunch, you will do your meditation for an hour before we continue."
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Fighting With One's Self
FanfictionMy friend Yume and I decide to become ninjas. We stumble upon an organization called Akatsuki, who agrees to train us but only if we agree to join them, but could there be a reason for that?
