Choices: Kakashi's Daughter

Chapter 2

Akuma POV

I bent my choker to break down into the size of sand particles and formed them into metal disks, before sending them through the necks of the two rogues that were holding the father in place, severing the heads off and killing them instantly. The twitching limbs, particularly the twitching fingers, always made me cautious not wanting another gorilla incident... shivering at the remembrance. While wrapping the metal around the ankle of the father dragging him into the brush about ten feet back, to hide him, then knocking him out with a small metal ball. I didn't need to free him, just to do something rash like getting himself and his family killed. 

The mother screamed for him, then looked back at her son to see how he'd react. However, to even the rouges surprise, there was a cloud of black covering his eyes so he couldn't see. Unknown to them, my metal was rattling next to his ears muffling the outside world's noises. Looking down, I see something shiny on the ground... setting off my personality tick/disorder. The attraction was immediately since my body knew it was metal. The need to know what kind it was had my leg bouncing, before I couldn't stand/ignore the possibility if it would be useful to me.

...You know maybe I do have a hobby... a life-threatening one if it during a battle... but still a hobby.

I was a bit of a kleptomaniac or at least that's what some people called me... but it was just for metal, nothing else.

How was I supposed to know what chunk of metal was an heirloom or not? People get mad or ridiculous reasons...

I jumped down in the middle of the road to grab it, but when I picked it up it clanked a little, turning all eyes were on me. 

"Who the hell are you bitch?" A rouge said, possible leader. I don't even change the direction of my head, but observe my new metal.

"Hey leader-sama asked you a question bitch no-," he was cut off when his head fell to the floor. Three of the seven are dead.

I inspect my new precious, which I've determined is silver. It is lightweight but is almost impossible to break. I bend it, letting all the gained dirt fall to the floor, and put it in my empty diamond-shaped spaces that was recently unoccupied because the metal had too much blood and became heavier soiling the composition.

"How the hell did you do that girl?" the leader asked. This time it was about my metal so I looked up-

Am I simple?

...is that a good or a bad thing?

-the satisfaction of acquiring a new metal pulsed through me. He really wasn't much to look at, shaggy clothes, skinny, and overall unattractive. Pulling out my bingo book I flip through the pages, not really surprised when he wasn't there.

Not worth my time, but saving the child was. I've learned and decided I don't want kids to become like me, and have observed children grow up better if they have their blood relatives closer to them. Though I don't know why, I have no connection to him. This boy did not need to see bloodshed so I covered his eyes... he still needs his smile.

I also don't want to see any more dead kids, the hollow numbness filling me again.

I come back to reality when he asked me again.....and when one them said I would make a wonderful sex slave for them, plus come for a very high price when they decide to sell me... At least more than the mother would. I instantly used the microscopic amount of iron in his body to kill him, striking his heart. Three more left.

I felt nothing seeing a fountain of blood fall from his mouth, it even started dripping from his nose, before he dropped dead. That technique was more preferred since I didn't feel the metal afterward.