Waiting Game

Chapter 35

It was clear to me.

Remorse shown in his eyes. Betrayal wracked his frame.

But he was able to set it all aside to stare me down, and kick off of the ground in a dash.

I swiped at his neck, kunai in hand, but he was able to duck down fluidly and send two consecutive punches at where my abdomen had been had I not taken a step back and then another. My mind was in overdrive, trying to think of ways to land a hit on him. I couldn't use the golden lines. Not on Kakashi...

I couldn't bring myself to actually attempt to kill him.

Something akin to disappointment bubbled in myself, directed at myself. I couldn't even kill Kakashi after he had made his loyalties clear as day.

It seemed that he wouldn't kill me either. He was a ninjutsu specialist, but after his first Chidori he hadn't even formed hand signs. He just settled with Taijutsu.

Taijutsu that would still eventually overpower me, but Taijutsu nonetheless.

He placed his hand on the ground when he crouched, spinning his legs around to kick me. I managed to catch his ankles, but he sprung off of his arms and back onto his feet a meter away from me. I didn't have the time to hesitate in running at him, bringing my kunai in a wide arc across a wavering bronze line in my vision.

He simply jabbed his fist at my neck, bringing my momentum at a halt, and sending the kunai flattering to the ground.

Using my stunned state, he was able to grab onto my wrists and spun me around so that my back faced him. He forced me to the ground, placing a knee at the base of my spine, and keeping my hands above my head.

I coughed, breathing heavily. Getting punched in the neck would do that to you; it would make you feel like you were choking. I'm almost surprised that he hadn't put enough force to break my neck.

The ANBU in the cream white cloak approached, arm hanging limply to his side. The one in the black cloak kept behind the captain, apprehensively staring at me.

Kakashi didn't speak at all. His jaw was tightly clenched shut, jawline sharp through his face mask. He allowed the Wood User to create vines to bind me, only stepping up and away from me once the vines were finished growing.

I need to get stronger?

There'd be no way if I was stuck in a cell in T&I.

I struggled a bit at the vines. They were hard and rough, so tearing them wouldn't do. I'd have to cut them through, or splinter then enough to make them thin.

I wasn't able to do either of those.

So make a third option, I thought to myself.

My fingers twisted into a sign above my head, completely ignored by the ANBU and Kakashi who were busy signing at each other. I didn't recognize it; it wasn't the Konoha Standard taught at the Academy as an elective. It was probably some Black Ops code, secret to all else who weren't in the fold.

Another sign, and another until all six signs were complete.

Great fireball jutsu.

The film of chakra was still covering my skin, so I didn't need to worry about being burnt by the fire. The vines were quick to burst into flames, and fire engulfed a meter diameter in front of me.

It was enough to distract the trio for me to get up and teleport away.

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I was too weak.

It was true.

I was too weak to survive in this world.

No.

I was barely able to make do as it was. But without the backing of a Shinobi nation however strained it was, I would be helplessly outclassed.

Could Orochimaru really help me become stronger?

Apparently not enough so if Mr. Unidentifiable Uchiha thinks me able to kill him any time in my foreseeable future.

I had found myself in front of my house after I used Shunshin.

It was rubble.

I practically flew into the door(doorframe) and looked around.

Suddenly, a steely hand clapped my shoulder, steering my body into where I knew the kitchen was supposed to be.

...Okaa?

...Otou?

There they were, bodies twisted into unnatural angles and skin not exactly right over their bones.

Red eyes, eerily blank, trailed back and over to the hand who had manhandled me.

It was Orochimaru.

Of course.

"When you killed Kabuto, you took something useful to me," Orochimaru spoke as if he were in a normal conversation. Not at all like he were speaking to an orphan whose parents he killed. "I thought I'd return the favor. I never thought that... what was his name, Kizashi to return so early." He never thought? That was a lie. He would be expecting anything in a place like Konoha.

"So you killed him too," an unnatural smile overtook my face. A smile crafted only to spite the pale man. "How... barbaric."

It wouldn't matter if I cried. It wouldn't matter if I had simply acted aloof and uncaring.

He knew it got to me.

He knew.

And so did the Shinigami.

"I'm sorry for my loss indeed," my tongue clicked, and I allowed the smile to fall. "Then I suppose we should be on our way."

"Yes," he hissed, a pleased but fake smile on his face. "Right away."

He didn't kill Sakura... thank the kami.

But, if this event was any indication... anything that I would do to displease him would result in the cruel torture and killing of my twin.

And that would be entirely unforgivable.

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