Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sand and Rain ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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CHAPTER 6- KUNOICHI SPRINGS

 

 

 

“So this is what a hot spring looks like…” Akira walked into the enclosed area of the springs, hugging her clothes to her chest, uncomfortable with only being in a towel that covered the bare minimum. She looked around, trying to see through the vapor of the natural heated water that was captured by the roof of the building, seeing many women dipping and ringing out heated towels to place on their bodies. She walked towards the water and stuck her foot in. Nice. Temari walked up, also in a towel, and did the same.

 

“Ahhhh. It's so nice! I can't believe you've never been to a hot springs bath before!” She hit Akira on the back, pushing her in, along with all of her clothes. The water she was pushed in was quite deep so she had nothing to worry about. She hit the bottom lightly and looked up towards the surface. The water was so hot that she couldn't see anything and the water slightly stung her eyes. She closed them again and listened.

 

She heard a familiar yelling from above. A boy's voice. Naruto. What was he doing here? This was a girl's bath, right? She sat up and using her feet pushed upwards almost loosing her towel. Noticing this, she grasped it above her chest and started to swim to the surface, realizing she was out of air.

 

Her head broke the skin of the surface and she took in a long breath of air and steam. She looked around to see everyone gone. She heard Naruto's yelling once more and made her way over to the opening that let the water vapor out of the enclosed room, pulling herself out. A cool breeze swept in and she shivered, still walking towards it making it easier to hear what Naruto was complaining about.

 

“Urgh! Get away from the woman's bath you pervy old man!” She heard and slid out of the door, still only in the small towel that covered almost nothing. She stood there and saw Naruto yelling at an old man. She cleared her throat to get their attention. She didn't get it until she started to talk in the most polite way she knew how, making her sound like a shy little girl.

 

“Um, who's a `pervy old man', Naruto?” He turned and blushed realizing she was only in a towel that didn't cover much but overcame that when he saw that the perverted sage was already trying to grope her. He was only inches away from her.

 

“Oh, no one! You're very pretty. Is that your normal hair color? Oh well. I was wondering if you would like to spend a little alone time with me,” He placed his hand on her breast as if placing a hand on someone's shoulder. He let it slide a bit taking the towel with it. She became infuriated.

 

Naruto watched as a man ten times her age and weight gropes her, not really knowing what to do in this kind of situation. So he sat and watched, knowing he would get what was coming to him as he saw Akira's face get red with anger. This was going to be good. The white haired man continued.

 

“You see—“ There was a high-pitched echo through out the area as Akira's hand collided with the toad sage's face. She then took hold of the collar (or neckline) of his shirt and kneed him in the stomach making him grunt in agony. `That's one hell of a hit.' She stood above him with a triumphant look upon her face.

 

“You're lucky I went easy on you,” His eye's got bigger. That was going easy on him?! She smirked and turned, walking away from him. “That wasn't even chakra powered. That was just my normal strength.” She was about to go back in to see if she could get away with wearing her wet clothes for a while when Naruto spoke.

 

“Whoa! Teach me how to do that!” She looked at him like he was insane for a moment before smiling at him. He wanted her to be his teacher! He's the first who ever asked. But that was probably because all the other Ninja I training were too embarrassed or head strong to ask anyone for assistance so she would take this opportunity with great pleasure. She smiled wider.

 

“Of coarse Naruto-kun. I'd love to!” She waved and told him where to meet her. He nodded and took off while she went in to get dressed in soaked clothes. She had her eyes closed and was smiling when she ran into someone. She looked up quickly and saw blood red hair. She stiffened, closing her eyes again she began to apologize to them with a smirk. “I'm sorry, Gaara, but—“ the person she thought was Gaara interrupted her.

 

“I'm not Gaara or what ever. My name is Sao and I'm a… woman if you haven't noticed!” Sao said in a cold voice. Akira looked up and saw long red hair, heavy black eyeliner, and her face was currently next to two, plump…

 

“Eeek! I'm so sorry! I saw the hair and only assumed that—“ she was interrupted again.

 

“Whatever. Just remember that this is the girl's bath. Not the boy's.” Sao said in monotone. Akira nodded and went to where her wet clothes were. She sighed and picked them up.

 

`*sigh* This isn't going to work…'

 

“But that Gaara kid you were just talking about, what do you think of him?” Akira spun her head around to look at the girl. Where did that come from? Sao growled. “What I mean is… the way you talked to me… you must not think much of him.” Akira giggled. So that's what she meant.

 

“Oh, no! I really do think highly of him! It's just that… it's kind of our way of playing around. But it would be nice to talk to him and find out more about him without him ignoring me. But that probably won't happen… I don't think he thinks much of me.” Sao looked at the girl before noticing Akira was unwrapping her towel. She blushed a bit and got wide eyed.

 

“W-what're you doing!” The feminine voice stuttered out a faint cry of shock. Akira looked at her in question, ceasing what she was doing. She smiled.

 

“I'm getting dressed. Since you're a girl like me I didn't think you'd care but—“

 

“N-no. It's fine.” Sao turned around and quickly slipped into the water as Akira got dressed.

 

`Yeah it's fine! Just like you my Akira-chan!' Shukaku had little sparkles around his head as he daydreamed about the girl. Sao twitched.

 

`Shut up Shukaku! Damn it! We're suppose to be a girl!!'

 

`Whatever kid. As long as you… turn around and look!!!'

 

Gaara (Sao) wanted to kill that f***en demon right then. That perverted son of a bitch was going too far with this and Gaara was paying for it. Soon, it would be way too late for Gaara to control the instinct that his demon side had to mate. Last time he was lucky to have found some random woman for the Shukaku. But this time, the raccoon had his eyes on one, and one only. And he was afraid he couldn't save her from this fate.

 

Gaara sat in the springs, thinking, only thinking. If he hadn't met her when he was little, what would he be like now? Probably worse than what he was at the time. She saved him from a lifetime of loneliness and all he does to thank her is get her mixed in with a bunch of shit that she's not even suppose to be in. no, she wouldn't have to suffer.

 

“You can turn around now Sao-san.” Gaara looked at her and Akira noticed that the thick black eyeliner wasn't in the least bit messed up. The look she was giving her was familiar too. Come to think of it, the aura this strange girl was giving off was recognizable. The last part gave it away.

 

“Hn.” Akira walked over to her.

 

“So, Sao-san… why are you so interested in Gaara-kun?” She smirked. Oh yes, she knew who she, or should she say he, was. Blood red hair, black lines around the eyes, the attitude… yes they were all too well known to her.

 

Gaara looked at her. Did she just refer to him as Gaara-kun? When did the suffix come into the picture. Did she always call him Gaara-kun when he wasn't around? Why was he asking so many questions concerning the girl? Why was Shukaku not saying anything? And why did he suddenly feel like someone was staring at him?!

 

He looked up and saw Akira staring him right in the face, smirking; though, he knew that under her smirk was her spirit yelling at her for being so stupid. She did a few hand signs and put her index finger on his forehead. A light poof was heard and the jutsu was undone, leaving a very… uncomfortable Gaara with a towel wrapped around his torso.

 

“Good to see you Gaara-kun.” She removed her finger from his forehead and stood.

 

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Busted.