Hello! Here's chapter two, part two! I'm going to skip over Kakashi's speech, straight to the action! There's a brief fight (really brief) between Kimiko (her nickname will be Kimi) and Kakashi, then I'll skip over Sasuke's part straight to the end! It gets a bit gory during one of the memories, so watch out for that.
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I pause slightly before chancing a step from my hiding spot. Kakashi tenses, and then turns to face me. Internally, I'm a bit upset. On the outside, though, I show nothing (as per usual). He was really, really good- better than I had expected. He had already gotten to Naruto. I inch forward slowly before readying my kunai. I grip it tightly in my right hand, and then I rise to my feet, pouncing on the silver haired man.
There's a poof of smoke as the substitution takes place. I mentally kick myself-how had I not noticed? Whatever, it didn't matter now. I use my momentum to throw myself down, hitting the ground with force. The impact jars me slightly, making me loose my firm hold on the kunai. It falls from my hand. I quickly reach out for it, snatching it before propelling myself forward once more, turning my body around in the process. I come face to face with Kakashi-sensei. I jump forward yet again.
I'm coming at him with the intent to kill, or at least harm, him. He obviously notes this, and for once puts his book in his pocket. We engage in a brief bout where we're simply using taijutsu. I feel a bit dizzy, unsteady on my feet. The sudden exertion, combined with the fact I was already using strength just standing, had me a bit off. Suddenly, Kakashi's fist comes in contact with my chest, not enough to cause damage but enough to knock the breath from my lungs. A powerful memory is brought up by the simple action, and my vision begins to blur as I'm sucked in. I feel myself fall to the ground as Kakashi calls out my name.
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"Got you again, Kimi. You need to pay more attention." Masao says, landing yet another blow on me. We were sparring and he was definitely winning. I was only 8 years old, but Masao was intent on preparing me to become a shinobi. "Again. Let's go." He tells me, and I get back in a fighting position. My entire body was aching from all the hits, punches and kicks dealt. But I wasn't going to give up-ever.
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I push the door fully open, stepping inside. I could feel that something was very wrong. I walk down the hall slowly, noting the scent in the air and the way everything was too quiet, too still. I couldn't quite put a name to the smell, but it was repulsive. My stomach twists in anxiety, and I step inside of my living room.
My breath is forced from my lungs as I take in the sight before me. I only manage to catch it in glimpses- my mother's dress was covered in blood, and she was splayed across the back of a chair. She was obviously dead, apparant due to the blood and the wide, angry cut in her throat. My father wasn't even in one piece, bits of him -an arm here, a leg over there- spread across the room. The fan on the ceiling spun lazily, dripping blood. All the walls, the floor, and the ceiling were covered in spurts of the nasty red liquid. There were other bodies spread around -my aunt, my three year old cousin- the living room. A couch pillow lay shredded, the white feathers tainted with the sticky liquid.
All around me was death. The scent was finally placed- rotting bodies. I spot Masao. His hand was pressed to his stomach in an effort to stop the blood flow. His chest moved up and down with shallow breaths- he was still alive!
"Masao-nii-san! Aniki!" I cry, stricken with grief and guilt. Tears pour from my eyes, and I run to his side. I don't care that I splash up blood with every step, or that when I land in a heap next to him, I'm kneeling in a puddle of his blood. "We need to get you to a hospital!"
"N-no...Kimi...I love you," he says, shaking his head. "I'm a goner...but K-Kazuo...he got out. Safe." He pats my hand gently, making me cry even harder.
"N-no! We have to save you! I love you too m-much to let go!" I stutter. I grip hand tightly in mine, squeezing.
"L-love you. I..don't let yourself get filled with h-hate." He tells me. His grip begins to loosen. I just cry harder and beg him to stay, to let me patch him up as best I can and take him to hospital. He offers me one last soft smile before slipping away.
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End of Chapter two, part two. I'll upload hopefully this weekend(: Enjoy this in the mean time, though! Vote, please.
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