Benevolent (Discontinued)

Someone Familiar

(A/N: Haku and Zabuza are not going to die in this fanfic. They deserve love. And I apologise for the short arse battle sequence at the end. I can't write action well.)

Every one had backpacks on their backs, traveling along the stretch of road before them. Naruto had been arguing with Tazuna, and had managed to get angry enough to try to attack their client. Akira had barely spoken to Sasuke, only glancing at him whenever he muttered something under his breath. It irked him. The fact he couldn't speak to her. Yet, he refused to tell her as he was just too stubborn. Or, he didn't want to acknowledge the fact he was afraid of losing Akira...he kept telling himself he didn't need anyone, that his only intention was to kill Itachi, and repopulate his clan. It was more than that...deep down he knew that.

Akira walked beside Yukiya, who was reading a book whilst walking. Sakura was closely behind the pair, thinking about Kiba (they had been "secretly" meeting) whilst Sasuke was in front, directly in front of Akira. Akira looked over her best friend's shoulder and skimmed over a few lines of her book. She felt herself smirking. It was Icha Icha. Yukiya felt her prescence and ended up turning around with a glare. It was very dark. Akira felt her smirk widen. Her book slammed closed with more force than intended. She ended up making another crater beneath her feet.
"...Need something, Akira?" Yukiya had a slight edge to her tone.

"Closet pervert."
"I am not as innocent as I may seem, Akira."
"A know, dude. Wouldn't think you'd read that like."
"...hush. Don't reveal my dirty secret." The shortest ninja of the bunch placed a finger on her mask, trying to shush her slightly taller best friend.
"Oh, what's that?" Naruto appeared out of no where (he was silent. Which was strange), and stared at Icha Icha. He had a smirk on his face; he was up to something.
"NO, NARUTO!"
"YES, NARUTO!" Akira burst out laughing as Naruto stole Icha Icha; he ran like his life depended on it. Which it did. Yukiya was beyond pissed.

He "accidentally" pushed into Sasuke. Sasuke was about to say something but he turned to see a very angry Yukiya with a dark aura running at extreme speeds (he literally froze almost as he saw the dark aura.). Akira burst a blood cell laughing her arse off on the floor. Kakashi didn't want to deal with this shit. He was not told he would have to babysit these children. Tazuna took another swig of his bottle, believing that this was the last one he would see his wife (his bottle) as these children were too childish (no shit) and were in no frame of mind to protect him.

"Naruto, Yukiya!" Kakashi slammed his fists into their heads. He was clearly annoyed by how long this continued for. "I would have expected you to attack the enemy, not your comrades."
"He stole my book, sensei-"
"-I was just curious-" Naruto simply pouted.
"Put a lid on it, both of you." Kakashi sighed into his hand, wanting to throw himself into the very suspicious puddle-it had not rained in a week. Very suspicious. Very suspicious.

Naruto gave Yukiya back her book, who placed it in a...safe place.

"It hasn't rained in a week. A bit suspicious, eh?" Yukiya motioned to the puddle, which Akira had to poke for some reason. Naruto started walking up to her and give pushing motions behind her. Whilst Sasuke was creepily watching her smile and he only wanted her to smile for him...he was having one of his weird moments. He knew Yukiya would bat him one if he got possessive. The puddle wanted to be friends with Akira, but she clearly didn't wanted to be its friend.
"Naruto, " Akira's tone shifted from her normal, neutral tone to an aggressive one without intending to. "Don't you dare."

He visibly flinched. Perhaps she shouldn't have snapped. In fact, she had never snapped at him like that before. She was pissed with Sasuke and had taken it out on one of her best friends. She saw him flinch. She tried to reach out, she even managed to grab his sleeve, but he violently tugged it away, and ran off with tears running down his cheeks.