Benevolent (Discontinued)

Sound Arseholes: Who Invited You To The Tea Party?

(A/N:Yes, I have a certain update schedule. I'm gonna get used to it. Anyway, the overall fight may be different, except for the badass Sakura moments.)

"You lost control, I presume." Yukiya spoke softly, playing with her glasses between her fingertips in one hand; she used her fingertips to caress the scars across Naruto's skin, trying to heal any scratches from the tree. Akira played with Sasuke's locks between her fingertips as he rested his head across her lap: asleep. With a grunt, she replied, "Aye. I don't really care though. He would have killed Sasuke and Naruto. Ya can't say anythin'. You lost control."
"Indeed I did, " Yukiya's tone had a slight edge to it, with annoyance and anger lacing her tone. She stared at Sasuke for a moment, sensing a darkness corrupting him from deep within, it attached to his revenge, his ideals, and the ignorance that came with it. "But I at least try to learn from such things. Be reflective." Another grunt in response.

She felt the twisted ambitions of three individuals, stalking closer and closer to their destination: out of sight, yet not. Sakura tried to tend to the concealment of her chakra, but it may have been too late, as they knew where Team 7 were.
"Akira, " Yukiya quietly spoke, eyes closed for concentration. "Ninja approaching. You and Sakura tend to it, I will keep Sasuke's condition neutralized."
Akira nodded in acknowledgement, placing Sasuke's head carefully onto the floor, and led Sakura outside.

Three individuals, from the Sound Village, appeared in front of them.

Unconsciously, Akira clicked her knuckles and neck. Nature all around her become unraveled by the ignorance. Sakura and Akira stood at attention, ready to attack in their battle formation: stood back to back, in case there was an attack from behind. The first ninja came at Akira with a shuriken in his fist: it was fast movement as a stream of air appeared as he propelled himself forward. A cloud of dust appeared as they began to fight, concealing their movement in a cloud of dust since they were so fast. Sakura tried to fight off the female ninja, until her hair got pulled, her other hand was tightly grasping her arm.

The Sound bitch was knocked backwards into a tree by Akira's One Punch, which knocked the air out of his lungs, and he managed to cough up a few drops of blood. Sakura had ended up cutting off large chunks of her hair with a kunai to get out of the female ninja's grip. In a surprised motion, she recoiled backwards, unaware of the punch sent in her direction. It was Akira with her imperssive amount of agility: she was knocked backwards into a tree, barely moving. Akira's eyes burned intensely, and she swore she saw the bushes shiver. Or, perhaps it was up to her own imagination. Lately, she could not think straight, and it drove her mad, it made something burn from within she had not felt in years...

Sakura gasped, regaining her breath she did not realise she held. She looked up at her red-haired friend, eyes flinching at the absolute hatred she saw within her spheres. Akira's spheres were full of hatred, with swirling spheres of emerald and blood red: she tore at her own locks, ignoring the animalistic tendencies that wavered through her secluded thoughts. Blood poured from her self inflicted injuries; her aura was omnious. She tilted her head, a blood-curdling smile painted across her lips.

"...A-Akira...?"
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Her tone was filled with so much venom. A series of vines coiled around her as branches twisted propositions with a grotesque crack. She beckoned to the forest. They were ready to do their part. "AM SO SICK OF YOU. DO YOU THINK YA GONNA GET AWAY WITH THAT? WOOD STYLE: TREE IMPALEMENT!"  The sound of blood coating the ground, with the sound of anguish was almost welcoming.

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"S-SASUKE? WhAt...?"  IN front of her stood Sasuke, a few branches sliced through his flesh, almost cutting through bone so simply. He coughed up drops of blood into his hand, ignoring the pain in his sides.
"This is not you, Akira...you are better than this. Please, please...I want to see you smile again.."
"Don' sPeAk aS iF yA dYiNg..." Slowly, she started to calm down. She outstretched her hand out to him, orbs emerald: the vines coiled around her arm, branches cracked back into place. He smiled, closed his eyes and collapsed.

"SASUKE!"