Benevolent (Discontinued)

The Argument

When your little brother tries to help you with work...this is the outcome. 😂 Anyways, shit is about to go down! Just a chapter full of drama, then a possible fight! And a little of self harm... But enjoy??
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Yukiya stared at the destruction she had caused in distaste. Zabuza and Haku had managed to come to this event: their eyes were filled with worry. Whilst that was going on, Gai and Kakashi were having a staring contest over who was to ask out Zabuza. Gai continuously shouted "Youth", with Lee occasionally joining in.

"...Yuki?" Gaara wrapped his hand around her wrist, eyes burning into hers with worry. His voice was soft, tone much like velvet. "...want me to kill him for you...?"
"N-No...G-Gaara. I-It is...f-fine. S-Seriously. P-Please d-don't do a-anything." His gaze softened. He smiled slightly. Gaara gave a sign to signify he would not do anything...yet.
"Can...I talk to you...later?" Gaara tilted his head to the side in a cute manner.

"O-Of c-course." Yukiya smiled simply, kissing the tip of his nose,  smiling as his nose wrinkled cutely, a blush against his cheeks. She wandered over to Team 7. Akira had her hoodie over her head like prier, ignoring everything around her.
She earned compliments from her comrades: nothing was uttered from the female beneath the hood.

"Akira? Is something the matter?" Akira did not seem to answer for a while. She lifted her hood slightly, but that was the only movement that came from her.
"No, there ain't. Not like anyone cares."
"What in hells name do you mean?" Yukiya was beginning to become slightly irritated by her remark. She crossed her arms in a moment of displeasure. A glint of emerald was seen beneath her hood before she turned her head away completely. Naruto smiled his normally bright smile to relieve tension from building through out the atmosphere. He stood between them, now, trying to waver off the slightly dark looks the pair shared.

"Can you talk to me? Is it because I was worried about Haruhi-"
"-no, it ain't."
"Then fucking tell me! Instead of ignoring every one."
"It ain't about you! Ya always make the conversation about ya!"
"NO I FUCKING DON'T. THAT'S YOU."
"I CAN NEVER TALK WITHOUT YA INTERRUPTING ME OR MAKING IT ABOUT YOU!" As tempers began to rise, Kakashi realised he would have to step into the argument: Sasuke started to soothe Akira, who had just punched the wall, leaving a mark. Kakashi placed his hand on Yukiya's shoulder and lightly squeezed.
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If you do not like self harm, or you get triggered by it, please do not read this part and skip ahead!

Yukiya held a kunai to her wrist with out any emotion flickering within her orbs. The blade was covered in dried blood over the past few years, now the silver hue had a slight red tint. She slashed it down against her flesh, counting the slashes one by one. Slashes of red coated her skin: stains of crimson dripped from the wounds in a gush. When she was just about to add another to her scar count, a gasp could be heard. Her eyes did not move. Her breath hitched. Her movements froze.

"What the fuck are ya doing? Ya fucking promised."
"...I an aware, " Yukiya spoke in less than a whisper, the wind catching ahold of her words. Her fingers traced over the gashes for a moment, healing them slightly at her touch. She grabbed bandages from her pocket, wrapping them around her arms in success. Akira could feel anger, regret and sadness building up from within.

"What was the point of me saving ya? WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU STOP?!"
"I TRIED TO. IT IS A LOT HARDER TO STOP THAN YOU REALISE!"
"I TRIED TO HELP YA!"
"AND IT DIDN'T HELP, OR DO A THING!"
"WE BOTH PROMISED BOTH OTHER!" Akira glared into Yukiya's glazing orbs, placing her hands in her pockets. She turned and started to walk away. "I always hafta sugar coat it. To make sure ya don't cry."
"I'm not a fucking child. And, saying don't be sad. It never has helped, and never will. I may be sensitive, but I have grown past it. You, have not grown past your stubbornness. And you're walking away right now!" Instead of freezing or saying one last word, she left with a huff of annoyance.

Yukiya was left to stand there, alone. Her eyes swirled with grey spheres as she sighed. Devoid of emotion.
"...Yukiya? You seem...sad. Why?" Gaara appeared from nowhere, as he had sensed her discord.
"W-We had an a-argument. D-Don't w-worry. D-Didn't you w-want to t-talk about s-something?"
"...Maybe another time. I mean....you seem sad...I don't want to..." 
"D-Don't want to...?"
"...upset you another further..."
"W-What d-do you m-mean? C-Come on, tell m-me~" He interlocked his fingers with hers, staring into her orbs that began to get its colour back. She blushed like he did, smiling.
"...I love you."

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"T-That was u-unexpected..." Her colour returned to her spheres. Her smile slightly widened.
"...Do you not feel the same?" His tone was laced with an unmasked sadness.
"...Y-Yes I d-do! I-I l-love you t-too."
They shared a kiss: it was short but sweet. They embraced in that very moment, and found bliss in staying like that for a while.