A Dash of Chili Powder

3

There was no stopping Yuki. Regardless of the newcomers, the thin girl plunged the blade down into her brother's heart, triggering a cruel and satisfied laugh. The katana slid through the dying man effortlessly, slicing through his mottled skin, through his muscle, through his barely beating heart, and through to the rubble on the other side. His skin was faded and dreadfully pale, his life slipping away. 

And so, with the deed done, Aosora released the genjutsu, ignoring the newcomers and listening contentedly as Yuki gave out a bloodcurdling scream. The woman smiled, opening her other eye and placing her bloodied hand on her hip. She let out a cackle and finally said, " We were sent on a mission to capture the boy that girl killed. He was a colleague of Orochimaru's. Isn't it natural to just kill him?"

Yuki sat there, her hands gripping and sliding down the shining blade, screaming and crying like an idiot. Yasuo was dead. But how? How was he-- No... No, no, no! She killed him... Her body trembled and shook as the full realization of this act hit her. "Yasuo! No...I'm sorry...I'm so...I'm so sorry!" she squealed through whimpers and tears, collapsing on top of her brother. 

How could she kill her own brother? How could he destroy what family she had left? How... She cried and cried hard. He was dead... Her hands stung and her face was swollen and she sensed strangers and a vaguely familiar scent close by, but still. None of it could distract her. She banged her bleeding hands on her already throbbing head, crying and screaming and hoping for I to all go away.

"Yuki, enough!" Amaya shouted, appearing beside her. She rested her arms around her friend's shoulders and held her, glaring out at Aosora and the newcomers. "Naruro, Sakura, we have to get Yuki out of here." Looking on at the teams she was with, she took a double take, barely remembering that Hinata and Shino had come with. They were always so quiet. She took a deep breath, patting Yuki's trembling back. "Hinata, Shino, take Kiba and go. And you, you miserable whore of a woman, get Yuki's brother and take him back to Tsunade." She ended sharply, pulling Yuki up.

The girl only whimpered and continued to sob, her face bloody and puffy. "H-he's dead... I wanna go home..." She cried, looking down and pulling on her long purple hair. "Please...take me home...t-to Kakashi..."

Amaya nodded and pulled her best friend against her, holding her tightly.

Gracie

Awaji let out a tangled yelp and Vell's insides churned with alarm as Yuki plunged the blade unfettered into the boy's heart. And that was it. Someone had just died.

"We were sent on a mission to capture the boy that girl killed," the blue haired woman said, jerking Scythe's attention away from the devastation. His brown eyes went from mortified to something normally unheard of in the emotional caliber of the charming young man: black hatred. She continued as if his glare didn't faze her - which, it didn't. "He was a colleague of Orochimaru's. Wasn't it just natural to kill him?" she asked, smirking.

"If it was so natural, you should have done it, instead of forcing it on a child. You're sick," Scythe said quietly, but didn't lash out. What was done was done. No amount of violence would bring the kid back.

Rage stepped away from the woman and hurried over to the short girl, who was holding up her friend as she cried. While Awaji was too frightened with the fact of death to do anything, Rage was now immune. He looked at the short girl he'd stopped earlier, orange eyes willing her to understand without words that he could do something to help.

The crying girl was retchedly sobbing and Vell looked on with a little pity. Was it her first kill? Did she know the boy? He'd never know. In fact, once they were done here, Vell would never see her again.

He might have thought a little too soon on that.

"P-Please...take me home...t-to Kakashi," the girl cried.

Ice lanced down Vell's spine and he stared at the girl, petrified. Awaji's head whipped in her direction as well, expression shocked. "Kakashi-san?"

Scythe looked to the short purple-haired girl, since her friend was obviously unfit to answer questions. "Wait - how is she related to Kakashi-san? She lives with him?" Rage glanced at Vell - the silver haired teen still hadn't moved.