Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just Simple Curiosity ❯ The Danger in Awakening Aya ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: What’s up people! Lol I have been extremely busy due to life in general. I won’t bore anyone to tears about the crap but just suffice it to say living hell is an understatement. Lol well I’m back with your next exciting episode. Hope you all didn’t have to wait too long!

AlphaBeta and Dragon Lord: I’m glad you like the way the new charrie is progressing! Hope you like how crazy things are about to get!


Aya groaned softly as she rolled over in confusion at the incessant thudding that had woken her. Her mind was extremely muddled since she’d only just gotten to sleep. Groaning again she lifted her head enough to open one eye and glanced at the alarm clock. 6:45 it shined at her in the large red print. Confused she reread the clock. Surely she couldn’t have just fallen asleep two hours ago she assured herself as she tried to figure out what the hell was making all that Godforsaken noise. Then it hit her, someone was in the weight room.

Growling low in her throat she raised herself slowly up off the bed. Whoever was foolish enough not to wait until she got up was gonna get it and get it good she promised herself as she slid off her bed. Ignoring the fact that all she was wearing was a long, silk, crimson gown with nothing underneath Aya walked determinedly to her door and pulled it open angrily. There she noticed, her eyes deadly sharp and tiger bright with anger, the light was on under the weight room door. Moving with speed, silence, and a deadly precision Aya was from in of the weight room and flinging the door open in under two seconds flat. The moment she burst into the door and the handle collided with the wall, splintering it, the noise of weights being lifted stopped.
However, at that moment, starting, stopping, it didn’t matter to Aya. She moved into the weight room, it was large with mostly open space, plenty of room to spar should the dojo be occupied. It also left no room to hide and at the moment that was exactly what Aya wanted. She homed in immediately on where the noise had originated from finding Sereku standing near the small weights. His shirt was off, a weight was held in his right hand and curled into his body, and he looked at her with a raised brow as if to ask what she was doing there.

“What. . .the. . .fuck. . .do. . .you. . .think. . .you. . .are. . .doing?” Aya demanded slowly, in a low voice, forcing herself to remain calm. She promised herself that she would kill him the minute he gave his reason. All she really wanted the reason for was to know was whether she was about to kill him in cold blood or not. Not that it mattered to her Aya reasoned as she waited for his answer. As far as she was concerned, waking her up on a day off, a day off after a crazy ass mission; was an automatic death sentence so he was going to die good reason or not. When Sereku only continued to stare at her though, Aya felt a dangerous growl start low in her chest and rumble slowly out from between her clenched teeth. “I’ll ask one more time,” she said, “and if you don’t answer, then I’m not going to care why I’m about to kill you. Now, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sereku watched his leader’s mouth move, listening to the words that were being squeezed past the rage. In astonishment he watched as the crimson of her eyes bled over into the gold. Halfway through the spectacle the colors began to swirl with what Sereku was most certain was anger. So it seemed he’d pushed a very delicate button he decided as a half smirk bloomed on his lips.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked boldly. “I’m working out. You know it’s that thing you do with-,” but that was as far as he got. Seconds later he found himself on the floor, the weight he had been holding moments before gone from his hands to his throat where a very pissed off Aya was pinning it as her small body straddled his.

“Do you think you’re funny?” Aya growled leaning against the weight to bring her face down close to his so that her fangs were inches from him. “Do you human?” She demanded as she put a little more pressure on the weight though she was careful not to crush Sereku’s windpipe. For a mere second Sereku was surprised as Aya’s fangs glistened in pearl white splendor before his eyes. Then he was moving, pushing her and the weight off him in a lightning fast move that left Aya to be the one surprised.

She felt herself being pushed off and into the air and almost forgot to land properly because of shock. No human had ever been able to push her off as if she were a toy before. She did catch herself however, landing cat-like on the floor and giving Sereku quite the eyeful since her shirt was so large and hung down from her neck. As Sereku started to blush brightly in embarrassment Aya didn’t give her state of undress a thought. Instead she launched herself at him, turning in mid-air so that her feet connected lightly with his stomach and she seemed to be lying down. Using his stomach to push off Aya raised her leg giving the newest member yet another memorable sight that froze him once more with a wide-eyes comical stare. Aya was still moving however, and she delivered a hard kick to the right side of Sereku’s head that sent him spinning into the wall.

A hard crack to the head and the seconds it took for Aya to land quickly brought Sereku back to his senses. He moved quickly, barely getting out of the way in time to see Aya rushing toward him and her fist flying past his head to connect to the wall where it had just been. Sereku took a moment to appreciate the potential in that hit as the wood of the wall cracked before he countered Aya’s move with a blow to the gut. He used the connection and his strength pushing Aya back. He watched as she flew up in an arc flashing him once again as she landed hard on the floor.

Didn’t she wear underclothes Sereku wondered as he found himself blushing brightly once more the embarrassment dispelling the pain that he felt from the wound on his head that was bleeding lightly. While he took the time to be embarrassed Aya got to her feet quickly and rushed him once more. No matter the embarrassment this time, Sereku was ready for her. As Aya came in and leaped at him, Sereku moved forward to meet her and then sinuously out of the way, turning in a snake-like twist to grab her.

Aya was prepared for this however and twisted slightly to the side so that when Sereku went to grab her he missed and got a handful of shirt instead. Since he had missed Aya’s momentum kept her going forward. She twisted her body easily to roll to the floor instead of colliding with the wall but the movement and Sereku’s grip on her shirt caused the front of the garment to be ripped from her body.

Ignoring that she was now essentially naked except for the fact that the back of her was still covered since her sleeves were intact Aya rolled to her feet and spun around on her heels to face her opponent.

At the moment that Sereku had watched Aya roll to the floor and get to her feet he’d flung the ripped shirt to the side and started forward in a slithery formation, going from side to side like a snake about to strike. When she spun around however, he was unprepared and froze which gave Aya all the time in the world to attack. First she hit him with several rapid punches to the gut before aiming low and going for his nuts. It was a dirty move, Aya acknowledged as she executed it yet slightly pulling the punch so that it wouldn’t damage him. As she felt her fist make impact Aya justified the move by reminding herself that he had ripped one of her favorite night shirts.

Instantly Sereku was dropped to his knees and a hissing breath rushed out of him that was very pain-filled. Aya didn’t wait to see how much damage she’d caused however. Instead she leapt up into the air and dealt Sereku a hard kick to the left side of his head that sent him once more spinning into the wall. She heard the crack as Sereku’s head made impact and watched as he slid down the wall to land in a boneless heap on the floor with blood trailing him. Waiting several seconds for him to get back up Aya was a little disappointed when he stayed on the ground in that crumpled position.

Carefully she eased her way toward him and bent low to check and see if he was still alive. When she reached out to check his pulse however she missed the tension in his body and was surprised when he struck like a snake coming uncoiled. Sereku punched Aya hard, the blow landing on her right cheek solidly. They landed with Aya flattened on her back with Sereku straddling her and a small trail of blood spilling out of her mouth. They were both unprepared however, for the fact of where one of Sereku’s hands and one of his knees had landed.

His right hand much to Sereku’s embarrassment and Aya’s chagrin was palming one of Aya’s large breasts and his knee also in a bad position, i.e. her crotch was digging into delicate flesh. Blushing and trying to move his body position broke Sereku’s concentration and he gave Aya to much room to move. That was the colossal mistake of the day he decided as he felt Aya buck him off a bit more before her small fist connected very solidly with his right cheek. The blow rocked Sereku back and the second hit to the left laid him flat.

“Damn snake,” Aya said angrily, blushing brightly as she got to her feet and looked down at him with glowing, swirl-colored eyes. That was the last thing that Sereku remembered as he slipped into unconsciousness. Aya watched him loose consciousness and bent carefully to check his pulse. Satisfied that he was only out and not dead she frowned down at him before limping to gather her ripped shirt. When she turned around, her embarrassment increased ten-fold as she saw all of the rest of her team standing in the doorway. Blushing even brighter than before she stomped toward them and they parted quickly for her. Christie had a look of wide-eyed shock plastered to her face like the rest of the team but for different reasons. She ogled Aya’s eyes never having seen them look like that before though she wisely kept her mouth shut about it.

“When he wakes up make sure nothings broken,” Christie heard Aya say through gritted teeth, “and tell him that he got just what he deserved.” With that Aya stomped to her room muttering things like pervert, jackass, and jerk under her breath while ignoring the shock on her teams faces. When she got to her room and had slammed the door she turned around quickly and jerked it back open again and stuck her head out.

“By the way the indoor training facilities are off-limits for today,” she snarled watching her team jump slightly in fear. She kept staring at them until she got quick nods of ascent before pulling her head back in and slamming the door once more. Looking down at herself in disgust she threw the ruined material to the side before taking off the rest of the shirt and tossing it on top. Briefly she considered putting something else on but instead turned and stomped to her bed climbing. Make no mistake about it Aya was still very angry but she did allow herself a small smile as she thought over the fight and licked what blood she could reach with her tongue off her face. He put up one hell of a fight Aya decided wiping off the rest of the blood and licking it off her hand. She smirked rubbing her cheek for a moment and shook her head. That was going to hurt when she woke up she thought and it would probably leave a bruise. Sighing she shrugged it off deciding it would have to wait until she woke up. Aya then closed her eyes, and fell asleep, subconsciously daring anyone to make a noise to wake her up.
A/N: Well I hope everyone liked the newest chapter and I hope it was funny! Lol well you know what to do. Please review and I’ll get the next chapter up as soon as possible!