destiny calls | *. naruto fanfic

22.

    Turning my head as footsteps approached, I looked up to see Kakashi heading up the stairs. The mark hadn't ceased hurting ever since I'd woken up. As much as I don't want to, I need to tell Kakashi. He might know something about it. Casting a look back at the battlefield, I noted they had started fighting, and walked over to Kakashi.

"Kakashi-Sensei." I, very awkwardly, pulled my jacket off using my one hand. "Theres something you need to know about." I showed him the black mark, watching as his face, well, eye,  went from neutral interest, to shock, then worry within a matter of seconds. 

"I thought he was only after Sasuke..." He murmured, examining the mark. There was a grave, worrisome look on his face. And I knew right then and there that whatever the hell I had gotten into, it was something big. "Why did he place a curse mark on you as well as Sasuke...?" 

    It seemed like more of a rhetorical question, but I answered it nonetheless. "Orochimaru didn't show me much interest until I attacked him with one of my Jutsu. I guess it was because of that?" 

    Kakashi sighed and let go of my arm, seeming to be thinking something over for a moment. "Akari, I know you don't want to talk about your Jutsu, but I need to know everything." He stared me down, and I sighed. Everything? Yeah, no. I'll tell you some, but not all.

    Glancing at the ground, I hesitated for a moment before deciding where to start. "Well... for starters I have a Kekkei Genkai. It's called Cyclone Style. Basically it's the combination of the wind and lightning chakra natures." I looked back at Kakashi, he seemed to be processing this new information.

"And what about your name? Mizushima? That's the clan that was thought to of fallen during the Great Ninja wars. Is that your true name?"

"Yes, that's my true name." I answered quietly, starting to feel uncomfortable. "And before you ask, yes. My clan still thrives." 

    We both fell silent for a moment, me putting my jacket back on, and Kakashi thinking about what I just revealed to him. Turning my gaze to Sasuke's fight, I realized he was now being declared winner. "Sasuke won." I muttered, alerting Kakashi. Naruto started cheering unnecessarily loud and I started over to stop him, only to falter when a pair of girls headed his way. 

    An argument ensued and I glanced at Kakashi impatiently as he spoke again. "Akari, just don't use your Jutsu if you can help it. The curse mark feeds off the bearer's chakra. It'll get out of control if you use too much chakra." What a pain. With a nod, I walked over to Naruto and the two strangers to break up the fight. Sighing as Kakashi leaped down to assist Sasuke. 

"Naruto!" I snapped upon approaching. "Just what the hell are you doing?!" His face grew visibly nervous when he saw I was irritated, and he quickly backed away from the two ninja. 

"These two girls just came over and started picking a fight!" Naruto exclaimed, trying to place the blame entirely on the two. 

"No, it's because your cheering is going to leave people deaf at this rate!" I turned my gray gaze to the girls, scanning over them. One had purple hair and a mean look in her face. I wouldn't be surprised if she picked a fight. But the other, a sweet looking girl with blue hair and eyes didn't seem like the type to start a fight. 

"Don't go picking a fight where it's not your concern." I snapped at them, my gaze on the mean looking one. 

"And what're you going to do about it shortie? You look like you could fall apart at any moment." She responded, her voice taunting as she motioned to my injured arm. Blue hair just kinda stood there, looking unsure of what to do.

"Niko!" A red haired boy approached with narrowed eyes. What is this? The unnatural hair color gang? They all bore Hidden Leaf headbands and looked about my age, however I had never seen them before. I suppose that's not surprising, but it's kinda sad I don't know so many people. "Leave these people alone." Red hair said, and my eyes wandered to the weapon he carried. A large sycthe. Overkill much?