Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Little Spark: Intro to Fire Hound ❯ Hello, Gorgeous! ( Chapter 1 )

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When Akita Hatake, Kakashi's loving older sister, sets out to gather herbs for her injured little brother, she winds up bringing home a lot more then cannabis!

Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Martial Arts / Mystery / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.14.2009 | Updated On: 06.14.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed

Spark: Intro to Fire Hound
By: MW Roach

Part 1: The Making of a Little Spark

Chapter 1: Hello, Gorgeous!

The scent of chamomile tea, garlic and rubbing alcohol filled the small 2-bedroom cabin. Young Kakashi sat patiently in an armchair while his sister, Akita, gathered rags and medical items to serve her injured little brother.

Akita was only Kakashi’s half-sister, as their father had a short relationship with a woman a few years before he met Kakashi’s mother. The 2 siblings weren’t close when their father was alive, but after the White Fang ended his own life, Akita and Kakashi bonded, as they had no one else to turn to.

Akita sat down on a stool near her brother. “Alright, Kakashi. Let’s see the prognosis.”

Kakashi removed his mask, revealing a throbbing, bloody lip.

“One split lip…” She noted as she rubbed some ointment on his bottom lip. Kakashi, flinching from the sting the ointment left on his sore lip, then lifted both hands; his knuckles swollen and purple. “Eight bruised knuckles…” Akita stated as she sat a large bowl of diluted witch hazel on his lap. “Soak them.” She ordered as she examined his black left eye. “One black eye.” She rolled her own eyes as she handed him a slab of meat. “Hold that over your eye now, it will bring down the swelling. Anything else?”

“Three broken ribs.” Kakashi stated quietly, not wanting to upset the pain in his lip.

Again, Akita rolled her eyes as she got to her feet. “Oh, honestly Kakashi. You’re only 12 years old and it looks like you went 10 rounds with Muhammad Ali.”

“I could kick Ali’s ass.” Kakashi mumbled as Akita entered the kitchen, returning with a tea tray.

“Sure you can.” She chuckled as she poured him a cup. Kakashi went to sip it, but Akita held up her hand to stop him. She dropped a straw in the cup. “There now. This way, the hot tea won’t touch your lip and burn it.”

Kakashi smiled at his sister as he sipped his tea gingerly. “You’re too good to me, Sis. I appreciate you looking after me. It’s better then being in that stuffy hospital.”

“You wouldn’t need to be here or in any hospital if you weren’t a ninja.” Akita grunted as she moved some hair from Kakashi’s eyes.

“Please don’t start that again, Akita.” Kakashi begged.

“Well it’s true! The world fills your head with the aspirations of being a ninja, and where does it get you? Bed ridden at your sisters’ house with 3 broken ribs and a split lip. Where did it get father?”

“Akita, please…”

“Suicide.” She finished. “But he had to first make children.” Her voice lowered and became sad. “How can one do that? Pledging your life to being a ninja for the good of humanity is one thing. But to have the nerve to think that you could have a family after that…to be so selfish as to bring children into the world just so you could die in the line of duty and leave them orphaned…that’s putrid. Your heart is only big enough for one true love. If that true love is battle, then you have no room for family. Trying to make room is a waste of time, and ultimately, you must choose between them. They always choose battle.” Akita turned to her brother, her eyes moist. “When you grow up, little brother, you will have the urge to make your own family; to take in a wife and have children of your own. Don’t do it, Kakashi. Don’t subject those children to the pain of losing their father to his ninja-obsession. Because it will only make them want to be ninja, but not for the reason you wanted to be one…simply for vengeance. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t wish that fate on even my worst enemies…for their child to become blood thirsty for revenge.”

Kakashi didn’t like having this conversation, but he couldn’t help but feel his sister’s words were partly true.

“When your older, Kakashi, and you feel the need for company, don’t hesitate to enjoy the pleasurable companionship of the painted tarts in the street. Do what you want with them, but never marry, and never EVER have children. You’ve already chosen your love.”

Kakashi blushed and turned away. “Jeez, Akita…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Akita sighed as she handed Kakashi the remote to the T.V. “I’m going out to pick cannabis in the water field. I’ll make tea and brownies for you. The herb will ease your pain.”

“Sounds good.” Kakashi agreed as he turned on the TV.

Akita headed out the door with a large basket. Before closing it behind her, she called to Kakashi.

“And don’t even try putting on the Spice channel because I’ve blocked it with a secret password. I changed it because you figured it out last time, you little perv. Watch cartoons or something.”

“Yes, Akita.” Kakashi rolled his eyes. The door slammed and Akita’s footsteps could be heard leaving the porch, and fading away. Kakashi grabbed the remote and flipped the channel to a black screen. 4 blinking bars flashed, requiring a password. Kakashi got to work typing in all known variations he could think of in an attempt to unlock his favorite dirty channel.

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The sun shone its bright golden rays down on a large, wet field. There were several women in the field picking all kinds of water plants, most of them being cannabis. All the women were dressed in flowing kimonos that were tied up to the knee, so they wouldn’t become soaked. Some of the women had black hair, others brown, others red, others blonde; but only Akita had long, silver hair that she tied in a high ponytail. She wore a kimono as well, but not brown or tan like the other women. Hers was a lovely shade of blue with violet sashes draped over her shoulders and one tied around her waist. Her azure eyes matched her dress. As she entered the water field, most of the women would exclaim happily. Others, however, gathered their things and left.

Today, 5 other women were in the field. Upon seeing Akita, 2 of them; blondes; began to hastily gather their belongings.

“Oh, look! It’s Akita!” The youngest girl, a redhead with shoulder-length hair named Sorva called happily as she waved to her friend.

“Hello, Akita!” Another young lady called; her hair was very short and black. Her name was Takede.

“Good morning, Akita!” A slightly older woman called. She had her long sable hair in a bun with her bangs hanging over her eyes. Her name was Haraiyu and she was the oldest in the group.

“Good morning, ladies!” Akita called to her friends as she pulled down her mask. She noticed the 2 last women scurry away. “Where are they going in such a hurry?”

“Remember that little conversation you had with them last week?” Takede asked. “The one about them not taking enough action when their ’deadbeat’ husbands come home late?”

“Let me guess…they did take action, their husbands sweet-talked their way out of it, and then forbid them from speaking with me ever again?” Akita asked as she went around plucking the swollen, fragrant buds from their stalks.

“Akita loses more friends that way!” Sorva giggled to Takede.

“Akita, when are you going to marry?” Haraiyu asked, concerned. “There are so many handsome bachelors in Konoha.”

“Most of them being what?” Akita snapped.

“Ninjas.” The 3 girls answered in unison.

“That’s right, and you all know very well how I feel about ninjas.”

“So what will you do, Akita? Never marry? Never have children?” Haraiyu questioned. “You know, women have the same urges men do. How will you satisfy them? Relations before marriage?”

“Haraiyu!” Sorva exclaimed in shock. “What a vulgar statement!”

Akita smiled to herself. “Why on earth would I need to have relations before marriage when I can simply sit on the washer during the spin cycle?”

All three women gasped in horror. “Akita!” They shouted in surprise and disgust, their cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson.

“Now THAT was a completely vulgar statement!” Takede hissed.

Akita simply laughed hysterically at her own dirty joke as she made her way to the edge of the field, which connected with a dirt road.

Along the main road was a young man with cinnamon colored hair riding a very large, muscular stallion. The horse was a good 16 hands high, and was golden-chrome with some dapples on his rump. He had a thick white blaze that ran from between his eyes down to his muzzle, which was also white. He sported a white sock on his right foreleg. His mane was white as snow with a black streak in the center and in the forelock; it flowed down to his knees. His white tail also sported a black streak. It was thick and dragged along the ground. He had one blue eye and one brown eye. The young man riding him wore all tan garments with two golden tassels hanging from the collar of his garb. A large red stripe painted beneath each of his shimmering green eyes indicated his connection with the Inuzuka clan. He stopped his steed as he heard the sound of giggling women coming from a small dirt road that split from the main road. The young man rubbed his goatee in interest.

“You hear that, Katavi? Girls…” The young man looked ahead at the road that lead into Konoha, then back down to the dirt road that lead to the private farms. He smiled a devilish smile. “I don’t think the Hokage would mind if we arrived a little late. We’ll just tell him…something came up. What do you think, Katavi?”

The horse tossed his head and nickered loudly. He began pawing at the dirt road impatiently. The young man flashed his charming smile again.

“Good boy! Let’s go!” He called before giving the horse a gentle bump in the sides. Picking up immediately on the cue, the horse loped down the road.

It wasn’t long before the handsome young man came across the water field. There, he spotted 3 women. He zeroed in on their hands from afar. All of them were wearing marriage bands. With a disappointed groan, he scanned the water field again. To his surprise, he spotted a silver-haired girl close by. Her mask had been folded down, revealing 2 pouty pink lips. The young man let out a big sigh, as he became lost in the shimmering sapphire pools of her eyes. Her long silver hair flowed like wheat grass in the wind. Never before had any woman bewitched him as this sparkling rose of a woman did. He clicked to his horse, who walked forward towards the beautiful young girl. He pulled on the reins and brought his steed to a halt before her.

“Good morning.” He greeted.

The woman rose slowly and turned ever so slightly to the man. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. His face looked as though the angels in heaven had sculpted it. His rich-brown hair came to just below his ear, leaving just enough bangs to flatter his painfully handsome face. She blushed and lifted the mask back over her face to hide her burning cheeks, not once tearing her eyes from his deep emerald oracles.

“Hello.” She replied shyly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s a delicate flower such as yourself doing toiling in the fields at this early hour?”

“And just who is it that’s asking?” She snapped in her usual defensive tone.

“Where are my manners? I’m Kamachi Inuzuka; 99th Generation Inuzuka Clan.” He said with a bow. “May I ask the name of the fragrant rose whose company I am currently enjoying?” A charming smirk crept across his face.

“I’m Akita.” She answered with a head-bow. “Akita Hatake.”

“Akita Hatake…” He repeated. “What a beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl. Do you live around here?”

“Just over there.” She pointed across the field to a small house on a hill. “And what about you? I’ve never seen you around here before…if I had, I certainly would’ve remembered.”

“I have an estate not too far from here…about 7 miles.”

“An estate? My, my…rich parents?” She inquired, seeing as this man was a bit young to own an estate.

Kamachi laughed. “Well, I try to keep them comfortable, but I don’t live with them, if that’s what you’re asking. They don’t live around here. I live alone.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how does someone as young as you own an estate?”

“15 is still considered young? Hmm… anyway, it’s really quite easy…I am the Lord of the Inuzuka Clan, after all.”

“Oh…” She reacted surprised. “You failed to mention that. Well, Lord Inuzuka, where’re you headed today?”

“Well, I WAS going to meet with the Hokage for business, but I’d much rather take you out to lunch.”

“I’m busy.” She turned away teasingly.

“Are you really?” He asked suspiciously. “May I ask what it is that’s keeping you so busy?”

“My little brother. He’s injured and bed-ridden.” She looked up at him with innocence, as though he was an awful brute for asking such a question. “He got into a fight with another boy at the Ninja Academy.”

“Oh.” Kamachi blushed, feeling a bit guilty for doubting her. “Forgive me. Is there anything that I can do?”

“And just what can you possibly do?” Her sassy tone returned.

“I do know some Medical Jutsus.”

“Ah, I see…” Akita had real disappointment in her voice. “You’re a ninja.”

“I…wouldn’t say that exactly…” Kamachi stammered, picking up on her obvious disdain. “I’m simply required to have certain knowledge of useful jutsus, like the medical ones. It’s my obligation as a Lord.”

Akita looked up hopefully. “Truly?”

“Honestly.” Kamachi smiled. “But I really must ask…why do ninjas displease you so?”

“Oh, it isn’t that I hate them…I have a high respect for them…I just don’t think they should get married and have kids. I personally wouldn’t be caught dead with a ninja in any romantic way.”

“Well, I assure you, Lady Akita…I abhor violence.”

Akita leaned forward, anxious to invite him over, but turned away at the last moment.

“I’m sorry young Lord. I’ve kept you too long already. You mustn’t keep the Hokage waiting.” She began walking away. “By the way…” She stopped and cocked her head slightly. “That is a magnificent beast you have between your legs.”

Kamachi grinned and patted his horses’ neck. “Yes, Katavi is a purebred Desert Horse, bred in the Sand Village.”

Akita turned to Kamachi, her eyes suggestive and her voice alluring. “I wasn’t talking about the horse.” She turned away again, a tiny smirk forming beneath her mask.

It took the handsome Lord a minute to get the joke, but once he did, his eyes went wide; his cheeks burned. “Oh!” He exclaimed as he went to dismount too quickly, falling over the side of Katavi with his foot stuck in the stirrup.

He frantically pulled himself free and fell hard on his back. It didn’t stop him, though, as he leapt into the cold water in the field and tried anxiously to follow Akita, who strolled through the icy water with no problem. Katavi began pacing wildly along the road, whinnying loudly.

“Wait there, Katavi!” Kamachi tried to calm the frantic stallion, who ignored his masters’ requests. The young Lord, meanwhile, struggled to keep up with Akita in the mucky stew below the still water. “Akita, wait! Please!” He called to her.

She turned in surprise as Kamachi finally reached her, hunched over to catch his breath.

“Oh my!” She shouted. “What on earth are you doing! Look at you! You’re soaking wet! How are you going to meet with the Hokage looking like that?”

“I’m not worried about it.” He panted. “I want to help you with your little brother. Please, I insist.” He begged.

Akita rolled her eyes. “Well…if you really want to…”

“Trust me…I really want to.” He grabbed her hand and stared into her ocean-blue eyes. A shadow suddenly cast down on the both of them. Kamachi brought his eyes up to see the underbelly of his horse. “Watch out!” He cried as he shoved Akita backwards.

The horse landed directly on top of Kamachi with a huge splash. Akita, who was now sitting in the water due to Kamachi’s heroic toss, frantically pulled herself to her feet. She began pushing the horse.

“Back up!” She pleaded, slapping the horses’ chest. “Back up!”

The obedient horse took a few steps back. Kamachi exploded to the surface, gasping wildly for air and choking on every bug that happened to be in his oxygen space. Akita couldn’t help but put her hand over her mouth and giggle a little.

“Are you okay?” She chuckled.

“SUPER!” Kamachi answered in an agitated tone as he glared at his horse.

Akita laughed some more. “Good grief! Now look at you! Covered in mud!” She laughed again. “We’re going to have to get you out of those clothes! There’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near the Hokage looking like that!”

The thought of her getting him out of his clothes caused the young Lord to change his glare to a smirk. He slowly pulled himself out of the water.

“If you insist.” He smiled.

“Trust me…” She giggled again, grabbing his hand in her free hand. “I insist.”

“Are you sure your parents won’t mind?” He questioned.

“Oh, I live alone. The house is mine.”

“Really? On your own at this age? How do you make it?”

“I’m 17, but I’ve been on my own since I was 15. And I work, which is how I’m able to pay for the house.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I teach World Studies at the local elementary school on Mondays and Thursdays. I also record my voice while I read aloud about the history of ancient artifacts…I then sell the tapes to the museum.”

“You’re a very responsible young lady, Akita. Your brother is lucky to live with such an amazing sister.”

“Oh, he doesn’t live with me, he just likes to hang out on the weekends and sleep over. Trust me, I don’t think he could stand living with me 24/7!” She giggled. “You said earlier you were 99th Generation Inuzuka. What did you mean by that?”

“Hmm? Oh, I am a direct relative to the progenitor of the Inuzuka Clan, Eudame Inuzuka.” Kamachi answered uneasily. “Exactly 99 Generations back.”

“Really? How interesting. It must be nice, knowing your roots, I mean.”

“Not really.” Kamachi laughed. “Eudame Inuzuka was a pretty twisted man. I’m nothing like him, and it’s a good thing, too. Let’s talk about something else…”

As they passed by, the 3 women in the field snapped their heads up, as the 2 of them were conversing quite loudly.

“Is that Akita?” Takede asked. “Who is that dashing young man she’s walking with hand and hand?”

Haraiyu smiled. “Whoever he is, he’s quite handsome; looks rich, too. She certainly has good taste.”

“Oh, do you think she’ll marry him?” Takede asked excitedly.

“No.” Haraiyu answered simply. “She’s probably just taking him home for a few hours…It’s indecent if you ask me.”

“Haraiyu! How could you say something so mean? Akita isn’t like that!” Sorva interrupted.

“She’s right.” Takede agreed. “If anything, it was probably love at first sight.”

“Oh, how romantic!” Sorva swooned.

“Fairy tales.” The older woman, Haraiyu scorned. “I’ll bet everything I own that he’ll have her on her back in the sack by the end of the day.”

“And I’ll bet everything I own that they’re in love and will get married before the end of the year!” Sorva stated with a nod.

“It’s a good thing you’re not a gambling woman, Sorva. You’d lose everything.” Haraiyu finished as she turned and left.

Takede walked up to Sorva and put her hand on her shoulder. She leaned over and whispered.

“I just wonder what young Kakashi is going to think when she brings that man home!”