Chapter 18: The Oath Of Pain// Part 2
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FIRST PERSON POV
My feet glued to the floor in a stunned stated, not once in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined that Naruto of all people would've been the one to save me. He threw himself in front of a murderer just to save my ass. Granted, I wouldn't have even been harmed in the slightest, but still, the gestured caused my cheeks to warm up subconsciously. Though, it did take me a while to recognize the blush that graced my pale cheeks, along with my feet glued to the floor as the watched Naruto fight what was supposed to be my battle for the meanwhile. What was supposed to be my turn, not that I was complaining? No. Maybe.
After Naruto's clone has supposedly been demolished by the man in mystery.
I totally remember his name by the way.
I sweat dropped at the thought.
I am positive it started with a "K"
Despite the intense desire to slam my head against the trees for failing at the simplest task, a task to remember my supposedly 'enemy's' name. However, I was baffled when Sasuke pulled out something I did not expect, I was slightly upset by the fact he didn't pull out a snack just for me since Ya know; he obviously loves and cares for me very much (sarcasm). I did perk up in interest at the sound of "Demon Wind Shuriken", the painfully awkward memory and blush of Naruto's previous actions surpassed me as my eyes planted on Sasuke's form holding his oversize Shuriken.
What is up with dudes and oversized weapons?
Sasuke basically sprung off the air, and for a second there I thought he was going to spurt wings and just simply abandon us, but Sasuke never cease to surprise me-- his Shuriken was currently being hauled towards 'K' with lightning speed, though he simply just stood there and stared at the shuriken in disdain, though his eyes glint with amusement. A soft, breathy cackle was heard from him behind a swift leap to the side. I nearly choked on my spit when the Shuriken missed him and aimed for the other behind him. Oh, I see, that was a clone Sasuke was aiming for the real one. Psh, I knew that.
Fucking Naruto distracting, sonofabitch.
Z...Zabuza! So that was his name! I grimace at him, loathing him when he leaped up into the air, effortlessly- and not to mention, gracefully-- jumped completely out of the way. The shuriken completely missing its target. What I didn't expect was for Naruto to sudden teleport in place of the Shuriken, this time, I actually choked on my spit. While I was pounding at my chest, slightly lessening the choking spell, it took me a while to get rid of it but I ran in front of the 'master bridge-builder. Planting myself beside Sakura. They got this, I'll give the boys this victory... though this will be the only time. Just kidding. f**k moving.
"Eat this!" Naruto exclaimed, once again being as dramatic as he is while multiple shurikens- normal sized this time-- had been hurled in his direction, heading start for his hand. Zabuza was swift with his movement, pulling his once engaged hand from his own bubble, literally, of a creation to dodge the on coming shuriken that targeted his flesh. The scent of blood didn't go unnoticed by me, and I licked my lips at the beautiful scarlet Naruto had managed to cut out of our accuser. My eyes gradually grew in size, he didn't dodge it.... he caught it. The shuriken spun around his fingers frantically yet smoothly. He held Naruto as targeted. Eyes filled with blood lust, though he wasn't the only one.
"You little brat!" He sneered, I flinched at the sudden flash in front of Zabuza.
Blood filled my nostrils, and the sight of Sensei's bleeding hands was not helping. What is he doing?! He's going to bleed to death at this point! Naruto fell into the water with a splash, as much as I'd love to humor myself, I was too intrigued in sensei's bleeding hand. His hair didn't fail to mask his face, alongside with masking his expression from both Zabuza and myself. When his head lifted, however, his glare did not fail to make even Zabuza himself baffled. Stun by the expression and his great escape. Like he had completely forgotten about him.
"Kakashi-Sensei!" Sakura's sudden screeching caught me off guard and I hissed in surprise and pain. Taking a step to the side I attempted to avoid any further injury to my eardrums. She paid me no mind and simply eyed Kakashi in awe and admiration.
"I got distracted and broke my Water Prison Jutsu." He grumbled rather calmly.
"Don't flatter yourself. You didn't break the Jutsu..." he boldly stated, "you were forced to let it go!" leave it to Kakashi to put the enemy in his place. Though, I was getting annoyed with their constant chatter whenever they fight. Like f**k, just fight. Zabuza scoffed at the accusation but never denied it, the tension seemed to have thickened within a matter of second. My fist tightened to the point where my nails were digging into the skin of my palm. My patience is wearing thin with them.
"I'll tell you now, the same Jutsu won't work on me twice." Kakashi quickly declared. Okay, sure. Just casually give your enemy a heads up. I deadpanned, but my body dropped to the floor while I sat Indian style. My elbow planted on my knee was my head rested between the two palms of my hand dully. As much as I wanted them to speed this up and hurry it along if you think about... I could use it to my advance. I mean, I don't exactly feel like walking at the moment. I suppose a small drama show wouldn't hurt anybody. I lied. It wouldn't hurt me. Most likely. Other people? Meh. "So, what will you do?"
Wow, the s****l tension is real.
It took me a while to realize what had happened, all eyes were set on me. I glanced around in confusion, my eyes smoothly darting around at each confused and even grinning expressions. I tilted my head until a reality check had hit me. I deadpanned in frustration, displaying my annoyance. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
I gasped at the loud clank. Zabuza had used my stupidity as a distraction to bring the blades down on Kakashi's arm, I winced for him and gasped. Nearly jumping to my feet in shock, when Kakashi shoved away the blades and it obeyed. Instead of his arm being sliced clean off. He just f*****g shoved away three sets of sharp ass blades.
What a f*****g savage.
- Writer
