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Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Naruto. That is the property of Masahi Kishimoto. However, I do own my OC Kyo.
Phew! Hello peoplz! Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. I've just been super busy with everything that life has so graciously presented me (not. . . .). Anyway, here's Chapter 5 of the Gift of the Outcast and all the Japanese lingo you'll need to know (I will not be including lingo from previous chapters).
Taijutsu -- techniques that shinobi use that require only physical energy
Gōken -- strong fist. A type of taijutsu that focuses on causing external, physical damage to targets
-chan -- an honorific. Traditionally used for young girls, though sometimes used for very young boys as well.
Hyoton -- ice release
Jūken -- gentle fist. Employs chakra to damage the chakra network and pressure points of the target
Senbon -- a thin, needle-like type of weapon
Hyuuga Family -- a prestigious family of Konoha, famed for their use of the Byakugan
Byakugan -- a dojutsu (eye technique) that causes the user's veins around his or her eyes to bulge and well as turning the iris and pupil white.
Chikushou -- a curse
Chapter 5
“Y-y-you're—“
Kyo ears perked and she slapped a hand over Deidara's stuttering mouth. “Yes, yes, I'm Kyo. Get over it, baka,” she hissed, menace clear in her voice.
Oh, I'm so in for it, un. He grimaced.
Footsteps sounded outside the icy barrier that had once been a door.
She growled. “We have company.” Her head whirled around to come face-to-face with the blonde once more. “Chakra seal type?”
Silence.
“Well?”
Deidara glared pointedly at the hand over his mouth.
Recognition dawned on the greenette's face. “Oh!” She quickly retracted her hand, rubbing it guiltily.
“You think, un?”
“Will you just answer the question!”
“How am I supposed to know, un?”
“You could have taken the time out of incredibly busy day to check. How did you think you were gonna be rescued? Was the freakin' thing going to magically break?”
“Well, I thought that my rescuer, not that I needed one, was going to be someone competent enough to break a simple chakra seal, un!”
“Oh, maybe I should just let you rescue yourself if your so smart. I mean, you in all your competence should be able to break a simple chakra seal.”
“I was too busy being tortured to check, un!”
“That's your excuse?”
“You implying something, un?”
“Well, you are an S-class missing-nin after all. I'd think that you'd be strong enough to withstand a wee bit of torture.”
“A wee bit? I've been in here for an entire freakin' week, un!”
“I've gone through worse.”
“Really. Name one, un.”
“Uh. . . .”
“EXACTLY!”
“Maybe I should just leave you here to die then?” Kyo raised her chin haughtily.
The fuming blonde opened his mouth to give a stinging reply.
“—but you would never be able to rescue yourself. After all, I'm always the one who has to get you out of tough situations. Eh, baka?” She flashed a feral grin as her knuckles cracked dangerously.
Deidara's sapphire eyes narrowed, but a retort failed to construct itself.
Kyo slowly bent down to his level, locking gold gaze with blue. “Exactly.”
BOOM!!!
The pair whirled around only to come face-to-face with Kyo's now destroyed icy fortress. The greenette's eyes widened in surprise as she registered the green-spandex-clad kick aimed for her head.
Kuso.
Almost involuntarily, she flipped herself to the side, hand brushing the ground with a wisp of chakra as the kick flashed past her head. Air violently whipped her side-braids as she launched herself upward, hopefully away from her unknown enemy. . . .only to come face to face with a set of abnormally large eyebrows. Well, there was a face to go with the eyebrows, but the eyebrows. . . .
She shuddered.
And then it started talking.
“I, Konoha's Sublime Green Beast of Prey, shall defeat you evil-doer and avenge my fellow comrade and rival, Kakashi who you so. . . .”
Her eye twitched as the green-clad idiot rambled on. Something about the Flames of Youth?
Baka.
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Maito Gai was having the time of his life. Finally, he would be able to show the populace of Konoha his Power of Youth by defeating the person who so easily dispatched his rival Kakashi.
Yosh!
He was currently expressing his youthful pride to the unyouthful looking, eagle-eyed greenette before him.
And then she punched him.
Through a wall.
Gai's back slammed into the unforgiving concrete as his eyes widened in minute realization.
It's not for nothing that she defeated Kakashi.
His gaze turned somber, sparking in the shadowed light. Then he was gone.
And it's not for nothing that I'm Kakashi's number one rival.
BAM!
His leg crashed into the greenette's gut. Or, at least it slammed into where the greenette's gut should have been.
Impossible.
And then he felt a kunai at his throat. “Too slow.” It came out as a strangled sneer, her voice full of loathing.
How unyouthful.
He felt her muscles subtly shift as a cobra about to strike.
“GAI-SENSEI!”
CRACK!
Well, that one connected.
The greenette was sent flying backwards as Gai's number one student slammed his foot into her face. Then, ever youthful, the youthful Rock Lee landed on his toes, body arched gracefully in a flawless Gōken pose. “Gai-sensei, it is I, Rock Lee, who will vanquish this unyouthful foe with the Power of Youth!”
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Bakas. Just who are these people?
First, this guy in green spandex bursts through her ice fortress and proceeds to attempted to kick her (he fails), and then a mini-green-spandex-guy bursts in and proceeds to actually successfully kick her. And then the mini-spandex-guy, apparently going by the ludicrous name of Rock Lee, treads off on some tangent about the Power of Youth to his beloved Gai-sensei.
You just said it: bakas.
Will you go away?
. . . .
Great. Just great.
This is what Kyo was thinking as her body collided, rather uncomfortably, with the wall.
And just what was Deidara grinning about?
The blonde was doubled over, well, as doubled over as you could possibly be when every part of your body is restrained, shaking in silent laughter.
Oh, he was so dead when they got out of this.
She returned her attention to the two spandex-clad idiots who were currently irritating her to the point of wanting to randomly murder someone. Well, not exactly randomly. . . .
“LEE!”
“GAI-SENSEI!”
Why are they crying?
“LEE!”
“GAI-SENSEI!”
And where'd that sunset come from?
“LEE!”
“GAI-SENSEI!”
Are they hugging?
“LEE!”
“GAI—“
“SHUT UP!”
Two pairs of unnaturally large eyebrows turned towards her, round eyes still streaming with anime tears.
She face-palmed.
Bakas.
Then. “How unyouthful.”
I'm going to kill them.
“Yes, the Power of Youth has deserted her.”
Slowly.
“How distressingly unyouthful.”
“DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Deidara sighed. “Are you quite done yet?”
“Die! Die! Die!”
“I'll take that as a no.” He rolled his eyes, voice laden with sarcasm. “You do realize that we'll be discovered soon, un.”
“Die evil spandex!”
“Right, then.” How did she ever survive without me?
“HA!”
The blonde glanced up to where Kyo stood upon two prone piles of spandex, her face bright with childish glee. “They were great, but spandex is no match for my hyoton!”
“So the spandex has been vanquished, un?”
She turned to glower at him. “Do you just want me to leave you here?”
“No, not particularly, un.”
“Well, then, shut up.”
“No, thanks.”
Her eye twitched.
A grin traced its way across his battered face. I've missed this. “Well, are you going to unseal me or what, un, oh great vanquisher of the spandex?”
Kyo's expression regressed into one of pouting acceptance. “It was evil!”
“Sure it was, un.”
“Don't mock me!”
“I would never mock you, dear Kyo-kun, un.”
“I'm your rescuer, so show some respect, why don't you!”
“Respect's not exactly my thing, un.”
“You're mean.”
“Don't I know it, un. Eh, Kyo-chan?”
“. . . .I. Will. Kill. You.”
“Yep. Know that, too, un.”
“Gai-sensei, Lee-kun!”
Kyo's eyes bugged out in momentary fear as she whirled towards the voice. “SPANDEX!”
Deidara hung his head in shame at his companion's antics. His actions were promptly ignored.
The greenette's gaze locked on the three forms standing the doorway.
Golden eyes widened slightly as she recognized a chakra signature that she was hoping she wouldn't run into again. A smirk flashed across her lips. “You're the one who stabbed me.” It was more of a statement than a question.
One of the figures started, but quickly resumed the emotionless stance that all ANBU eventually adopted. “Yes.”
Female.
“You know that's very impolite. When one stabs another, an apology is customary.” Kyo stood there, tapping her foot almost expectantly, arms crossed behind her back.
Poison.
She could have smelled the stuff from across an arena. It hung around the kunoichi like a fatal perfume, suggesting talents beyond that of the common norm.
The greenette's musings were cut short as a flash of pink knelt beside the defeated piles of spandex.
Kyo's legs slid fluidly beneath her reflexively as she arched her spine, flipping backwards several feet. Without even pausing for a thought, her knuckles cracked, ice shards forming at their tips, before her hands flicked forward in a blur of motion. The now senbon-shaped icicles shot forward at tremendous velocity, heading straight for the now visibly teenage girl kneeling by her fallen spandex-comrads.
“Tenten!”
The greenette hissed as a blur of white shot before her intended target, only for the blur to turn into an orb of swirling, blue chakra.
Jūken.
She grinned in recognition of the infamous technique, though the sadistic smirk was all but invisible at her fearsome speed.
Her eyes sparked as a hand flashed towards her, charged from the wrist down with faintly glowing chakra. She twisted down, leveling her hands beneath her before flipping upward, grappling herself to the ceiling with a well-aimed kunai.
With almost childish curiosity, Kyo locked her stare on the blurring figure.
White.
She dodged another of her attacker's blows, skidding backwards across the ceiling, before flashing to the side with a hiss as several senbon embedded themselves in the concrete centimeters from her head. Her gaze shot towards the other offender, locking on the woman she was really starting to despise.
Isn't stabbing me enough?
The female Jonin's body was carved in an elegant throwing posture, back arched forward and knees bent with arms to either side, each hand armed with a dozen senbon. Her fingers flicked forward, the senbon vanishing into barely perceptible streams of silver.
Kyo rolled quickly to one side, only to be cut off by a set of finely-aimed kunai. Before the greenette could completely stop her vector of motion, the tip of one forest-green painted nail brushed the serration of an offending weapon.
“Keh!” she barked, surprise written in every line of her face as poison sizzled against her cuticle. A furious hiss escaped her lips as the poison continued to spread, turning the skin a sickly black.
Kuso.
Her hand scrabbled furtively at the quickly-disappearing unaffected tissue, leaving deep ruts of red that dissolved only seconds later to the spreading disease.
“WATCH OUT!”
The greenette's head shot up at Deidara's frantic voice, coming face-to-face with a white-clothed shinobi.
Hyuuga. She noted at the sight of the bulging veins surrounding his eyes.
A growl escaping her lips, her back arched painfully as she dove to avoid the blows of the Hyuuga family's notorious Jūken style. The action didn't fully succeed.
Kyo cried out in pain as the shinobi's hand hit the nerve point in her right shoulder, which just happened to be the arm that held the seeping poison of his female companion. Almost immediately, She felt the chakra circulation in the limb cease, along with every shred of feeling.
“Clever.” It came out a strangled hiss.
The Hyuuga smirked before delivering a ferocious kick to her abdomen.
Air whistled as it parted for the greenette's prone form, giving barely any cushion as she slammed into the wall. As shards of concrete begin to rain around her, Kyo glanced down at the still spreading poison, ignoring. It was now up to the elbow and still making good-time.
Chikushou.
Without an ounce of hesitation, the greenette charged her unaffected hand with a mold of chakra, slamming it into the skin just above the sickening disease. Air crackled as ice shot down her arm, completely covering everything below the elbow in moments.
Her breathing slowed for a tense millisecond as her eyes locked on the boundary between the poisonous black and pale peach.
No movement.
The corners of her lips raised in a seemingly chaste smile.
“DIE!”
The greenette's stare locked on the incoming female Jonin, whose fingers were tightly clasped around the hilt of a dangerously glinting katana. Her face had dissolved into one of intense resignation and concentration.
Know you're place.
CLANG!
Deidara shot forward in his chair. “KYO!”
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How was it? I wrote like half of it earlier tonight and then spent an hour revising, so I am TIRED. anyway, I'll try to get out the next installment soon.
Peace!
KobaltWolf
