A Dash of Chili Powder

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[Lol. Scythe knowed she was jinchuriki. XD Knowed is an epic word. And time skip! Let's go back the first post only take out the memory part. Cuz now it's like...ummm.... I forgot what I was thinking. O.o]

"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 gutterslut!"

"Me?" Aosora inquired innocently, a thin grin whisking up te corners of her lips. "What did I do? Little old me is harmless. You killed your brother of your own free will." Her voice was gentle with subtle hints of her signature cruelty, sarcasm, and disinterest. 

The events prior to this day, the ones that took place in a stone cave five miles south of Konohagakure and in the hospital, were severe and no one walked away a hundred percent fine. No. Not at all. Amaya's seals started to lose their power, Kiba had been injured to the point he was unconscious for most of the time, Aosora (not tht anyone really cared if she was okay or not) got a stab wound to the boobs and put a genjutsu on Yuki, Yuki killed her brother and now there were black tattoos all over her thin body and several injuries herself, Naruto and Sakura got away scotfree of injuries but thy made up for that in mental scarring, Hinata is still her shy self but she definitely feels a sense of sadness and slight anger towards Aosora, and Shino....well, nobody knows.

Kusanagi Yasuo, a powerful subordinate of Orochimaru's, was killed that day, his heart run through with his own blade. The genjutsu of Aosora's acted as a sort of guide, moving Yuki in the direction of her already dying brother, pushing her into something she could never do consciously. The blade in her hands, the blade in his heart. 

"Don't play innocent! You cast a genjutsu on me!" Yuki snapped, clenching her clawed hands into tight fists. Her brows furrowed. Was this stupid medic serious? Was she really going to sit there and pretend that she was as innocent as innocent could be? Was she going to pretend that she didn't cast or say anything? Indeed.

The blue-haired woman cackled, her hands on her hips and her eyes beginning to smolder. "So what if I did? It's your fault that you left yourself open to it. Pathetic. You're unobservent, mentally retarded when it comes to the people around you, and you gave a-s-t-h-m-a. Even more pathetic. How are you going to be a ninja and be so open to jutsu and have asthma? Real ninja don't have asthma. Real ninja aren't susceptible to anything. Real ninja kill who they're told to kill, steal what they're told to steal, and fight who they're supposed to fight."

Absolutely speechless. But not motionless.

Yuki glared with her demonic bi-colored eyes, pulling her arm back and bolting towards the large-breasted woman. The woman needed a solid punch to her perfect face. Maybe it would make her understand something and make her ugly. Hopefully it did both. Leaping over the hollowed tree stump and continuing on toward Aosora, Yuki heard a faint rustle but paid it no mind, her fist quickly coming into Aosora's face.

Only it didn't.

A hand was fastened to her little arm, gripping tightly. She struggled against it, trying to land a decent blow to the stupid bitch's face. But...I guess it doesn't work that way.

Gracie

[This could maybe be two weeks later? I'm just guessing here. 0__0;; And knowed is the king of epic words. XD]

Vell looked down at Yuki as he held her arm firmly. His black eye was muted with sternness. "Onii-san wouldn't like it if he heard you killed somebody who didn't hit you first. Even if the bitch deserved it," he added with a glare in Aosora's direction.

He released Yuki after a second but his eyes hadn't left Aosora. "Frankly I don't know why you hang out with the truck-stop whore. She leaves a bad smell in the air." After another second, he looked down at Yuki. "And Onii-san said we have to have lunch at the house again." He said this with a flick of his ear.