《Naruto's sister Akari Uzumaki》ch 9
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We were all seated in the living room, of Tazuna's house. He was with his family in the kitchen and dining room.
" And why didn't you guys wait for backup," I ask the group and Kakashi laughs and continues to read his book. Naruto looks away and Sakura blushes. Sasuke just glared at me a glare that I happily returned.
Seriously what's up with this kid. Itachi and Mikoto didn't raise him like this that's for sure. I remember every time I visited the compound after a training session with Itachi she would show up to our training ground with tea and snacks.
" We couldn't leave him!" Naruto yelled and I sighed.
" I wasn't telling you that you should have, I am just saying that you could have called for backup, hell Naruto could call me in less than a second" I scold and everyone looks at the floor.
Except for Kakashi who was now starring at me.
" If I believe correctly when your first mission went bad, backup arrived too late," He said and I stiffened. The scar on my back burned and a flashback of my teammate's dead body flashed through me my eyes.
Naruto let out a low growl at the direction of Hatake, and the room went cold.
" But thanks to you arriving I was able to get back to the leaf safely" I countered my eyes turning cold at the mention of my first team. I turned on my heel and left the room signaling the end of the discussion.
" Get some rest," I say evenly and close the door to the outside.
I would love to see how he feels if I started to call out his team. I may have been the cause of the death of my teams but at least I didn't do what he did.
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I sprinted towards the lake nearby, and in the middle of the lake standing on water practiced my taijutsu katas. Keeping my mind busy by switching styles every so often.
Starting with Uzumaki kata's, moving to Guy's kata's, then the Huyga kata's I learned thanks to sparring with Neji, Lastly the Uchiha Kata's, that Itachi taught me. The water followed my every move.
Without realizing it I began to speed up and phantom fight. A grin surfaced onto my face as I felt Kurama begin to give some of his chakra making my movements faster, stronger, and my moves began to become unpredictable.
I remember promising to never fight like this against another person unless it was life or death. I never fought against someone switching styles like this in years.
The last time was the day of the Uchiha massacre. Pure rage filled me when I saw Itachi, he killed some of the people that treated me like family.
Then he told me about the revolution. How the Uchiha's were planning on taking over the village. How he did it so he could protect his brother and the peace in the village.
He told me that as I held him against the ground, Kurama's rage still fueling my hatred, even Rin couldn't stop me. My hand clenching around his throat asking him why he did it. Begging him to tell me as tears dropped down towards his calm face.
Hot tears fell down my face as he held my apologizing for what he did, and for having to leave. Despite me just holding him against the ground, he still held me as I sobbed.
And with one last poke to the forehead, he left and I didn't see him for a year. In that year I threw myself into meditation and controlling/ dampening my emotions. It was the first time I lost my cool face and let rage take over. I promised myself that my emotions will never get the best of me again.
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Even now I can still feel Kurama's rage fighting to take over his normal emotions. Curse of being a tailed beast, they all have that hidden hate.
But the rage did nothing to make the smile leave my face. Sparing was one way I let my senses take over, so I don't have to think. And that freedom of thought made me feel invincible.
While my father didn't have Kurama's rage, he also spared to calm down. Mom just broke things. Along with my great aunt Tsunade who also broke people.
As I let myself sink to the ground and stared at my reflection. My hair was falling to my sides and water droplets were falling from my head. My normally blue eyes were purple and my whiskers were dark, as Kurama's chakra left my body.
With my heart still racing I entered my mindscape.
Kurama was grinning and Rin was looking at me in worry, but even she can feel the excitement bouncing around in my mindscape.
" Kakashi isn't the best when it comes to shutting up," Rin tells me and I chuckle.
" Yeah got that" I respond jokingly and Rin and Kurama laughs.
" How did you ever like him?" I ask and Rin turns red as Kurama laughs.
" I do remember that you liked Itachi as a kid," Rin tells me and I turn red.
" I was 6!" I reply squeakily, ignoring Kurama's growl of ' Like hell, my host is dating an Uchiha'.
" It's around 4 so you should get back," Rin tells me after a while of cloud watching.
" You've been hanging around that Nara to long" Kurama stated his eyes widening in distaste at the thought. I feel my cheeks slightly heat up and in laughs.
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