A Dash of Chili Powder

Enter Kusanagi and the Rest

PLEASE NOTE: There will be funny moments and there will be over exaggerated moments. Bare with me.

Me

"What the hell are you doing?!" Mukai Aosora, the sky blue-haired medic nin, grumbled furiously over a concentrating Kusanagi Yuki's, heiress to the Kusanagi Clan and Hatake Kakashi's adoptive daughter, bare porcelain shoulder. The older woman watched with the fierce eyes of a hawk as Yuki dropped her hands, the jutsu she had been trying to recreate dissipating.

The infuriated purple-haired kunoichi whipped around to face her instructor's friend and partner, her blue and green eyes focusing in on the older woman's own deep blue ones. She bristled with such fury, none-too pleased about the bitch interrupting her. "Grrr, Aosora! You screwed up my focus! Do you have any idea how hard I've been working on recreating that jutsu?! Ugh!"

Yuki angrily plopped herself into the stump chair she carved out with Kiba a short time after she had arrived in Konohagakure, crossing both her legs and arms. 'How does that twat manage to fuck up my concentration like that?! Not even Kiba or Kakashi can do that, and they're the ones that know HOW to get under my skin. Ugh. I hate this stupid woman,' she thought, her temper flaring. She really hated it when Aosora popped up at the most awful of times and just utterly screw what silence and focus Yuki could get.

Content with her doings, Aosora grinned and crossed her arms over her unnecessarily large chest, which, by the way, Yuki hated. They were too big. It was gross. 'Get some breast reduction, you stupid bimbo!'

"So, what jutsu was it that I destroyed your focus on? Oh, was it the Shadow of Ameterasu? Or was it, hmhm, the Forbidden Ninja Art created by your family: Ameterasu's Vigor, the jutsu your brother forced into you?" the large-breasted woman slurred with amusement and a shrewd cackle.

"Do you have any respect for me? You were there that day when I had to--"

"When you had to kill your dearest oniisan? Oh yes, I was there. I healed you and your precious mutt-faced pet of a boyfriend." Aosora shifted her weight and pulled up one of her hands to inspect it, picking at her perfectly manicured nails, looking bored.

"Shut up!" Yuki was at her feet in little less than a second, a pensive anger lighting up her face. "You have no idea how hard it was! Why don't you go and lose your entire clan to some snake like Orochimaru! I didn't mean to kill my brother... It wasn't part of the mission. You know that, Aosora! We were originally put on the mission because there were a lot of us and because we had to capture him. That's all we had to do! But you kept pushing me and pushing me and you forced me into that angry state that had me going bat-shit on my brother! It's because of YOU that he's dead, you stupid fucking gutterslut!" 

Memory Sequence

She saw him through blurry eyes, a bloody, mangled lump in a pile of rubble and rock, gasping and gurgling for air when all the smoke and dust had cleared. The transformation stage had long ceased as her blackened chakra energy diminished. Her body had weakened considerably, but she could still stand and perform basic functions. 

She saw every burning breath that her brother took, desperate and full of blood. She turned her head with great difficulty, searching for her partner-in-crime, her best friend and dear lover, Inuzuka Kiba. When she found him, the deepest sense of guilt formed in her gut and her lungs refused to suck in air as she coughed up a little blood in response to what she saw.

He, too, was mangled and twisted and burned and seemingly damaged beyond repair. There was blood everywhere, smeared across that gray jacket he always wore, streaked down his cheeks and chin, spilling from the deep wounds he had gotten during the fight with Yuki and her brother, Yasuo.