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Bloody Tears	By : bloodyreign Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I sat in the very back of the classroom, watching Naruto set an eraser atop the door, giggling as he did so, and sighed angrily. This was ridiculous. That stupid Uchiha still had my damn notebook. I glared at the back of his head, ignoring everything around me. A sound at the door caught my attention and a white-haired man with only one eye uncovered stuck his head in. The eraser fell on his head. I sat perfectly still as Naruto doubled over in laughter and felt the urge to punch him.
“Well . . . my first impression of this group . . . you’re a bunch of idiots,” he said, disinterested.
I turned my scowl to Naruto, the source of my new annoyance. It wasn’t long before the five of us were sitting outside, with Kakashi-Sensei standing before us. I sat in the very back, Uchiha slightly in front of me, Sakura about two feet from him and Naruto in the very front. Sakura kept glancing at Uchiha and giggling. Naruto was just beaming happily. I was glaring at everyone and everything around me.
“So . . . let’s get to know each other, shall we? I want you to tell me your name, your hobbies, your dreams, what you like and what you hate.”
“Um, Kakashi-Sensei, why don’t you start? To show us what we’re supposed to do?” Sakura asked.
“All right. My name is Hetake, Kakashi. I like a lot of things, I hate a lot of things. My hobbies . . . hm, I don’t feel like telling you that. My dream, I don’t feel like telling you that, either.”
The only one that seem unperturbed by his less-than-informing introduction was Naruto, who rambled on quickly. “I am Uzumaki, Naruto! I like ramen, especially miso ramen! I hate the three minutes it takes to make ramen. My hobby is trying other kinds of ramen!” He paused, grinned. “My dream . . . is to become Hokage! Then everyone will respect me!”
Kakashi seemed slightly interested in that.
Sakura next. “I Haruna, Sakura. What I like . . .” she giggled, “I mean, who I like-” she glanced at the Uchiha, giggling and blushing. “My hobbies-” another giggle. “My dream is to be-” glance at Uchiha, giggle.
“What do you hate?”
“Naruto!”
Naruto’s face fell at that.
Uchiha was silent for a moment and when he did speak, his voice was cool and emotionless. “I am Uchiha, Sasuke. I don’t particularly like anything and I hate a lot of things. My hobby is training. I don’t have a dream because I will make it a reality. My goal is to get stronger, restore my clan,” now his voice turned dark, “and kill a certain someone.”
Naruto’s eyes widened and he looked frightened.
Kakashi looked toward me. I sighed. “Starlight. I hate most people. I like animals. My hobby is spending time with my two best friends and training with them. I don’t have dreams. Dreams are pointless. I just am working to find out who is behind the annihilation of my family. When I find out who did it, I will take them out.”
Kakashi-Sensei nodded. “Now that we have a basic idea of who we all are, our first mission will be assigned. Tomorrow, five in the morning. Don’t be late. Also . . . don’t eat breakfast. If you eat breakfast, it won’t sit well.”
“Awesome! Our first real mission! What is it, Kakashi-Sensei?!” Naruto exploded.
“You’ll be fighting me.”
He looked confused.
“I’ll explain it all tomorrow. For now, go train or relax or get to know one another. I don’t care.” He was gone.
I stood, turned and started walking. I had a destination.
“Where are you going?” a very familiar, rough voice asked from behind me. Uchiha.
I didn’t bother turning. “I’ve got a training session scheduled.”
“Oh, have you, now? With whom?” he asked, voice closer. I didn’t hear him move closer.
“Why do you seem to think this is even remotely your business?”
“You’re on my team. I believe I deserve to know which rival team you are planning to train with.”
He sort of had a point there, but I refused to let him think that. “That means nothing to me. My friends are still my friends, whether they’re on rival teams or not.” There, that was not a lie, but it also didn’t tell him who I had a training session with.
“So do you plan to train with one of your ‘friends’?” His voice dripped with disdain at the word “friends.”
“Yes.”
He was now walking beside me. “I’ll walk you there, since I’ve nothing better to do. . . .”
“Gee, that makes me feel special,” I said caustically. “Really, Uchiha, I’d think you’d have something better to do than to annoy the one girl you hate most. . . .”
He was silent for a minute. “I don’t hate you . . . at least, not more than I hate Sakura . . . or Ino.” A pause. “I don’t hate you at all, really. . . .”
I felt the urge to stare at him. I fought that urge.
“I’ve decided . . . I don’t care who you train with.” And he was gone.
I stared into the direction he had disappeared to, but otherwise continued walking. If he’d changed his mind about walking with me, it was none of my business why. I found Neji meditating behind the Hyuuga manor and I almost didn’t want to interrupt.
He opened one eye. “Star, you’ve come.” He stood quickly, fluidly. “Have you come ready to train?”
I nodded. “Don’t take it easy on me, Neji. Not even a little bit. I have some restoring blood with me, so if I get too out of it, I’ll take a sip and continue training. I want to get as much training done today as I can. I want this mastered. I will train until I drop, if need be.”
A small shine came into his eyes. I realized, with shock, it was pride. He was proud of me. “I understand perfectly.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
He sat down. “Sit. Clear your mind, close your eyes. Listen to my voice only.”
I sat, cleared my mind--which was easy, since I always meditated--and I obeyed.
“Now somewhere inside you, there is the part of your power that controls your eyes. You need to let that part out. Find it, let that part free. Stop forcing your eyes to shut down. Let that part of you that you keep locked up out.”
I tried, I looked for that part of me, but it was hard. “It always activates when I’m in danger. That’s when it activates most.”
I heard him stand, but kept my eyes shut. “I see. Star, stand up, face me. We’ll fight, but you’ll be incapacitated.” I felt him channel his chakra into his eyes and he said, “Byakugan,” softly.
I stood and, eyes opening, saw that he was ready to fight. “What am I supposed to do?”
“You aren’t going to do anything. . . . Hinata is. . . .” As he said this, Hinata walked past me. Her eyes were downcast and she was blushing ever so slightly.
“What’s going on?” I asked, relaxing my pose.
“Hinata and I are going to fight. If you want to stop me from seriously wounding her,” he lowered into an offensive crouch, “you’ll have to activate your eyes.” He turned to Hinata. “Remember the drill.”
She nodded.
“Wait-I don’t-”
He attacked, hitting Hinata with 64 palms attack. She gasped, let out little pained cries, but didn’t try to defend herself. Afterward, he kept attacking while she didn’t defend until she could barely stand on her feet.
It was shortly after then that I realized she wouldn’t fight back and he wasn’t going to stop until I made him. I focused my energy, tried as hard as I could, failed, tried three more times, but didn’t actually activate my eyes until Hinata fell. Then I let out a growl and my eyes just changed. I could see everything then. I could tell where would be the best place to attack Neji or Hinata. Everything seemed to have a glow to it now: everything was so bright. It hurt and I gasped, covering my eyes with my hand. When the pain faded, I looked back up, studying the scene before me. My eyes were activated and it was brighter and clearer than I was used to, but I could stand it.
Neji stopped, looked up with a small, small smile. “I thought so. . . .” There was another kind of gleam in his eyes, one that said he knew this would work.
“Now what?” I asked, feeling slightly proud of myself.
“Now . . . we train until you drop.”
Hinata, as though nothing had happened, stood. I saw it then. She had been acting the whole time. It made me smile. She was good.

It was really late by the time I’d run out of blood and energy. Finally, knowing that it was time to throw in the towel, I stopped training and started home, hugging Hinata and smiling at Neji before I left. It wasn’t long before I felt like I was being followed. I turned, to find some unknown guy drop down from one of the nearby trees. I crouched, in attack mode. “Who are you?”
He stepped closer, smothered in a black robe. One hand reached out toward me, yet he was so far away. He was short, only about an inch taller than my present height and I wondered if he was finished growing. I was only 4’11”. I assumed he was older than I was. His hand was still outstretched, reaching for me, as he stepped even closer. His head raised up and the hood fell away--revealing a face. It wasn’t a man, or even an adult at all. It was a girl. It was a girl my age, who looked almost exactly like me. She had light blond hair and light blue eyes, was pale and beautiful, graceful, as she moved closer to me. Her pale, pink lips opened and one word came from a musical, beautiful voice. “Help.”
I sat up straight, breathing hard, looking around. I was in a place I didn’t recognize, in the middle of the woods. Wait . . . No, I did recognize this place. I’d gotten this far before I’d passed out last night. I hadn’t even made it home. What had awakened me?
“Good, you’re up,” someone said. Someone familiar. “You have just enough time to go home, clean up and meet us where Kakashi said to meet us.”
I stood, looking up at Sasuke. “What are you doing here?”
“I was on my way to the meet-up spot and I came across you.” He smirked. “Seems like you trained hard last night. Did Neji finally find a way to pass you up in power?”
My only excuse for snapping at him the way I did was that I’d dreamt of who I thought was one of my sisters. I said, “That’s none of your business, Uchiha! And even if he did, like I’d tell you anyway!” I heard the words come from my mouth and I immediately wanted to take them back. I opened my mouth to say that and he interrupted.
His eyes were narrowed when he asked, “Are you okay?”
I froze. “W-what?”
“Are you okay?” he asked, enunciating each word slowly.
“Y-you’ve never asked me if I was okay before. Why are you asking now?”
He shrugged. “You never snap at me so easily, or quickly, and a second after you snapped like that, a look passed over your face like you were about to apologize.” His eyes studied mine. “Did something happen?”
I shook my head, looking down. “N-no . . . I just . . . I had a . . . bad dream. . . .”
It shocked me when, a moment later, he put his hand on my shoulder, other hand moving to cup my chin in his palm to make me look at him. “What about?” he asked softly.
I tried to look away and his hand tightened. “About my sister. . . .”
“Which one?” He never missed a stride. It made me remember he still had possession of my notebook.
I shrugged. “I don’t remember her name, but I recognized her face because . . . she looked so much like me, but she was so . . . I don’t know, beautiful and graceful and elegant.” I paused, unable to go on for a minute. “Then she reached for me and said, ‘Help.’ That was all she said. ‘Help.’ I think she’s in trouble. I have to get to her. I have to find her.”
“And what are you going to do if you find her?”
“Help her, of course.”
“No, I mean, Star, you’re not strong enough to pair off against any real enemy. Your only hope of helping your sister is by getting stronger. That means, staying here and training and getting stronger. I know you want to help your sister, but the only way to do that is to get stronger. You can’t help her if you’re not strong enough to.” His eyes hardened. “That’s the only way to help her. Get stronger, you’ll help your sister.”
“But what if I’m too late? I can’t just-”
“What do you plan to do at your low power level?” he asked harshly. “Get captured along with her?”
“Yes, if that means I can be there for her.”
“Then someone would have to rescue you!”
That stopped me. He was right, of course. He was right. I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for arguing with you. You’re right. I know that. I just . . . It’s hard to sit back and do nothing while I know my sister is in danger.”
He seemed thoughtful for a minute. “I’ll walk you to your house,” he said quietly.
I started walking home, him beside me. He was silent the whole way there, waiting silently for me to shower, change and get ready. When I came out of the bathroom, he was leaning against my living room wall, still thinking.
On our way there, at least ten minutes later, he finally spoke. “If you’re that worried about her,” he said, voice calm, “tell Kakashi. He might be able to help.”
I almost stiffened with shock. He was right. Again. I stared at him. “Kakashi-Sensei?” I shook my head a moment later. “I-I can’t. . . .”
“Why not?” he asked.
I blushed. “What would I say? ‘Sensei, I had a dream about a girl that looked like she could be one of my twins and now I think she’s alive and in trouble and I want to help her, but I don’t know what to do or where she is or even what her name is’?”
“Yes. Tell him that.”
I scowled. “That’s ridiculous!”
“Exactly. At the least, it’ll get his attention and you’ll be able to explain a little about it, now won’t you?”
That stopped me. He had a point. Dammit. “Maybe.”
“Try it. What have you got to lose?”
Nothing. “Okay. I’ll try it, but I’m splitting up from you. I don’t want to arrive with you at the same time. I don’t want anyone thinking I like you.”
He smirked. “Same here,” he said, and we both went different directions.
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I glared at the bell that still hung around Kakashi-Sensei’s waist, calculating how fast I would have to be to get to it. I darted in, but he saw it coming. He parried, dodged my advance, and I spun. A blue blur rushed in front of me as I jumped up onto the branch of a tree, moving to another tree. I glared as Sasuke darted in and yanked the belt free as Kakashi-Sensei was still reacting to my head-on attack. He was gone before he was even noticed. Something dropped down in front of me and I looked up into black, black eyes. “What, Uchiha?”
He grabbed my open hand, dropped something warm and metal into it, dropped down from the tree and was gone before I’d even realized he’d given me the bell he’d just gotten. I stared at him, shocked, as he closed in on the bell that Kakashi had set a trap next to. He let Naruto get caught in the trap and right as Naruto sprung the trap, his hand quickly closed around the bell and he flashed away, landing behind Sensei with the bell dangling cockily from his hand.
Kakashi-Sensei’s eyes widened and he reached for the bell that no longer hung at his waist, eyes widening slightly more. “Well, well . . . seems I’ve underestimated you four. Who has the other bell?”
I jumped down, holding the bell in sight.
“But I thought . . . Oh, never mind. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m beginning to like this group. You can all stay, but there will still be major punishment for the two who didn’t get bells.” His eye landed on Naruto and Sakura. Naruto, still hanging from the tree, gulped loudly.
I smiled, glancing at Sasuke. Why had he handed his bell over to me? Why had he taken the chance that he would be left behind? Why had he done that?
Kakashi smiled--I think. It was hard to tell with his face covered mostly. “Okay, I’m going to tie Sakura and Naruto to those posts over there. Then we’ll eat! How does that sound?”
Sasuke smirked. “Hm.”
“What? HEY!” Naruto yelled angrily.
“But, Sensei, that’s not fair!”
“You two didn’t get a bell. Therefore, you are to be punished . . . you’ll have to pay the price.”
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