Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Naruto......SISTER?!?!?!? ❯ Closer by a Little ( Chapter 8 )

Kumi Village East entrance

 

Shuffling into the village, a dusty old man leaned on his walking stick heavily moving cautiously on the dirt packed road. He had been travel none stop for the past 48 hours in an attempt to catch up with the Konoha Shinobi, he could feel the familiar chakra he was trailing as it leaked out to the surrounding area. A smile touched cold lips he was close and if this tantalizing touch was any indication then the party was still in the village.

 

 

 

Arashia's mind ghosted out shifting though the none chakra using residents of the village she had a nagging something tickling the back of her mind, they had left the Ramen Bar and where making their way though the village with the plan to disguise themselves once they left. She had every intention of going as eccentrically weird as possible she had always loved dressing up when she was younger and the inclination to play act suited her field of employ quite nicely. It was as these thoughts where crossing her mind that her chakra brushed against the same jolt she had felt back on the bridge at Konoha.

“shit!” she breathed, the malevolent presence was almost palpable to her senses and for a moment she had to struggle to breath Sakura beside heard the barely audible choking sound and she raised questioning brows at the older woman. Arashia thought quickly if that aura was the same one from the bridge then this was not good and the others would notice it before to long finally she settled on the easiest lie that came to mind first.

“I was just thinking about earlier you know Noodle hair.” She forced a laugh and plastering the patented foxy grin on her face while she focused more intently on the aura to pinpoint it. Meanwhile Sakura grinned in return however she had seen enough of Naruto's evasion tactics to see though the lie and she felt she knew Arashia well enough to call her on it.

“You know,” she began “ you don't have try to convince me.” Arashia looked at the other shinobi calculating whether or not the other had seen though the deception.

“I am sorry, I saw you and Kakashi-sensi last night.” Arashia felt a wave of relief `so that's what she's talking about.' She felt herself sweat drop and going with it she meet the younger woman's gaze sheepishly about to answer when said shinobi appeared beside her and for once she was surprised enough that she EEPed at him before clamping her lips shut embarrassed. Sakura had the decency to blush and look away from her as she saw the other woman turn crimson. Kakashi on the other hand was fascinated by the color change on totally out of character for him reached up to touch her red cheek with a finger invading her personal space without any qwims. Arashia's eyes bugged at the touch and she swatted his hand away glaring at him by this time Naruto, Sasuke and Sai reappeared their packs restocked with provisions.

“What's with them?” Sasuke leaned over asking a blushing Sakura, she refused to meet his eyes mumbling something about stars and Kakashi-sensi. Naruto who was not as oblivious as his friends thought did not like what he was seeing. He had just found his nee-chan and here was his Sensi trying…what, he didn't know but his protective nature kicked into over drive and he made to shove Kakashi away from his sister when a restraining hand landed on his arm, behind him Sai gripped his arm.

“I believe Naruto-kun that your sibling is quite capable of handling Kakashi-san.” Naruto growled low in his throat but nodded at the other boy who released him continuing, “ Besides I think they make an interesting match.”

Naruto's eyes bulged and he glared growling at the other boy, “ Yeah he's a pervert she doesn't know that! She's my sister I have to protect her from perverts like him!” While all this was taking place Sakura had finally managed to stop blushing and was only a light shade of pink she had also conveyed to Sasuke what was causing Arashia's reaction. It all toke place in a matter of minutes, Kakashi was one second opening his mouth to say something provocative to woman in front of him when felt the menacing aura filter into his couciousness the same time as the others picked up on it. Sasuke tensed his hand moved causal to the holster where his Shuriken were stored. Sai shifted his feet readying himself to release his ink beasts, Naruto and Sakura both concealed kunai in their hands at the ready.

“Lets leave this is not the place for a confrontation.” As the words left Kakashi's mouth the group had already faded from the hard packed dirty without a sound silently gliding though the trees distancing themselves from the village and the aura.

 

They where a significant distance away without anyone following them when Kakashi called a halt, he glanced over at Arashia she had her arms folded in front of her chest and if he hadn't known Naruto for years he wouldn't have been able to read her as well as he could right then. Whenever Naruto acted like that it was one of two things he knew something that pained him but refused to share it with anyone or he was out of ramen. He opted for the former and was reasonable sure what was causing her wall her self off. Sakura watched the two adults intently while her mind thought back over what had caused their retreat from the village, she could understand the reason behind leaving before who ever it was found them and she was glad that just before enter the village they had all removed or concealed all obvious proof that they were ninja. They had planned on making disguises for themselves once leaving the village far behind and now seemed as good a time as any to practice the more physical alterations to all of their appearance. They wouldn't be using chakra for this no it was the old fashioned way with makeup and clothes.

“Alright,” Kakashi motioned for them to come closer to him so he didn't have to raise his voice, “from this point on this trip is strictly recon, you each have a buddy Sasuke you and Sakura, Naurto and Sai, myself and Arashia. We wont be in a group from this point either keep your radios on we'll be on channel 2.” He looked hard at each of them “Remember this is Strictly a recon mission no matter what keep yourselves out of trouble, every hour report your location and anything you have found.” They all nodded at him and Kakashi felt a warm feeling in the area of his heart at three teens that he had had a part in raising. With all the stealth taught to the and they had learned though experience the teens faded into the tree's to their pre-assigned entrance points which left himself and a very silent Arashia who was just managing not to glare at the Joninnin.

“Well that leaves us my dear.” He grinned at her under his mask.

“Yes it does, doesn't it.” She grumped at him then all of a sudden she dropped down to sit in front of him and proceeded to rummage though her pack she withdrew a bottle the liquid on the inside was a dark color she caught his eye when he looked at her instead of the bottle with an evil smirk on her face.

“Whats that for?” he asked her warily, the smirk grew to a smile and he felt uneasy as he studied her and then the bottle.

“Hair dye.” She answered innocently.

“Why..NO!” she advanced on him holding the bottle out and shaking it at him.

“But yes my friend your hair is way to noticeable.” He glared at her and backed away, “we passed a stream on the way here that should work just nicely.” He made to jump away when a clone dropped on his head pinning his arms away from each while two others appeared to hold his arms and legs. Struggling to roll over and away he watched in horror as Arashia continued to shake the bottle of dye.

“Look Kakashi you can do this the hard way or…” she smiled at his disgusted look knowing she had won. She took pity on him however and allowed him to sit up so she could apply the liquid with out getting it in his eyes, keeping her eyes on the crown of his head as she removed the cap on the bottle she toke even further pity on him.

“It's not permanent you big cry baby it will wash out with the special shampoo I brought so stop having a fit.” She made him tilt his head back and removed the cloth he had tied around his head and over his sharingan eye instead of his hiatie-ite. He closed the eye but continued to glare at her with the other.

“What color?” he demanded in a surly voice she was tempted to say bright red but thought better of it remembering the one time she had dyed his hair when she was five by switching his shampoo giving him lime green hair which unlike what she was putting in his hair now did not wash out and the poor boy had to go on missions like that for a whole two months before his hair grew out enough that he could cut the offending green hair off.

“Sandy brown.” She grinned at his open eye. Moving forward she squeezed the contents onto his head and worked the dye into his scalp, her fingers tingled and she felt her face getting warm. `It's just the dye I should have put gloves on.'

“Close your eye.” She ordered him.

“Why?” the wariness in his voice returned full force and he looked like he was about to bolt she rolled her eyes at him at least he was sitting still she had waited until she had the dye in his hair most of the way before releasing the clones.

“Because I need to dye your eyebrows as well it would look suspicious if you have white eyebrows and brown hair.” He gave her an incredulous look but complied and she worked the dye into his eyebrow. She wasn't the only one feeling slightly out of sorts Kakashi was having his own problems, he could clearly see the woman dyeing his hair and he could remember the child she had been before she had disappeared for the last 17 years. Her fingers were gentle on his face as she wiped the extra dye off his forehead and around his eyes and felt the blush working its way up his neck. It had been along time since he had let anyone this close to him much less touch his face with his eyes closed. He could smell her and surprised himself with enjoying her scent it was a mix of wet grass and faint vanilla, jasmine and something else he couldn't put his finger on. His thoughts turned to the glimpse of stomach and back he had been graced with the past few nights when she slipped out of Naruto's apartment to go train in the woods around Konoha and then on the road where she sat her clones to guard while she took the opportunity to do some stretching exercises to keep herself flexible and with that thought came the one of the night before last where she had stared at her brother by the fire sleeping and sung that haunting tune.

 

“Hope you enjoyed that I don't sing anymore.” He dropped down beside and after a pause she sat down as well.

“I miss my father and when I look at him I see him and the promise he made to the village when he was Hokage.” Her voice was soft and the old pain of loss obvious.

“He was a good man Arashia, he loved the village as does Naruto. When he becomes Hokage I believe he will surpass him.” Kakashi looked at the woman beside he could smell the salt of tears since the wind was blowing it into his face and he was barely a foot away from her. She didn't move or say anything for so long he was sure she was going to ignore his last comment when she finally responded.

“Yes, I believe he already has surpassed the Yodamine, he has mastered a jutsu my father invented but could not master with his own determination.” She was smiling though tears as they slid down her cheeks.

“He did because he had someone he was trying to save.” Kakashi told her. She looked up at him then, “Yes the Uchiha boy, I know he told. A lot of his drive to better himself is for someone other then himself, Yodamine was the same he was driven to be strong enough to protect Konoha not because he wanted to be powerful.” Her voice held an edge to it that Kakashi didn't miss, he waited for her to go on meeting her gaze. She was the one to look away and up to the stars.

“I was jealous of the village, I didn't know why he couldn't be home more and then when he died sealing the Kyuubi I was anger that he could let it happen.”

“He didn't mean to die I'm sure” Kakashi answered her.

“I know,” her voice caught she was still staring at the sky unblinking fight a losing battle with her tears. Kakashi felt a twisting in his chest at the woman who was refusing to allow herself to grieve and reaching out he pulled her to his side she stiffened and tried to pull away, she wasn't seeking sympathy and she didn't want his pity she had buried two parents in short order then left allowing the village to believe she had died in the Kyuubi's attack along with her mother. She had left that night believing all the family she had in the world to be dead and now she had a brother who survived the ritual that had almost killed her and this man who she had crushed on when she was a child was holding her and giving her a chance to cry and relieve the pressure that was threatening to suffocate her. “I..I know he didn't mean to leave the Hokage protects the village and her people with their life if need be.” She refused to cry but allowed her self the comfort of the mans shoulder, for several minutes that sat like that Kakashi with his arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder her tears dry. Standing up she shook her self mentally as well as literally and crossed her arms over her chest her back to him.

“Right well, sorry `bout that its been along time and I need to tell you what to look for when we get to the Hidden Mist village.” After that the talk turned to Naruto's birthday the next and mission.

 

He could remember the feel of her in his arms and he felt warm all over yes he was attracted to her and if he was any good at observation she was attracted to him as well which made him wonder what it would be like to kiss her and hold her. Would she fight now that could lead to some interesting situations or would she go and melt into his arms calling his name as…

“You don't need a book for that.” His eye's snapped open his facing turning beet red, she cocked an eyebrow at him “You can go rinse you hair, when you get back I have something else for you.” He jumped up to hide his embarrassment and headed in the direction of the stream.