Chapter 20- Caught Up In the Past… (Part III)
“Wow, what a fight he put up Kaya…” Aiko mumbled as I wrapped my arm around his waist and put his arm over my shoulder. I have to hold him up he’s not doing too good.
“Of course, you fight your hardest at the lowest point, it might be your only chance at survival.”
“I know… I didn’t see that paper bomb either.” I say looking down at his leg.
He keeps breathing heavy. “Can we stop for a second?”
“No… we need to keep moving. We need to get home.” I decide to just carry him on my back. He’s heavy, but I can manage.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, you know.” I can tell he’s smiling.
“The boy is supposed to be carrying the girl.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s not like you could even try to carry me. Not in the physical state you’re in.”
“Perhaps, but I sure could try. Kyan could carry you…”
“Well Kyan isn’t here, now is he? Neither is Saru.”
“They couldn’t come even if wanted to.”
“Your sibling worry about you too much… especially Saru!” I roll my eyes.
“Well yea, you know how it is with big sisters!”
“Uh, no. I don’t. I have a little brother, remember?”
“Oh yea.” He realizes. “Chiemaru right?”
“Yea…” I softly say and blush. “He’s so adorable!”
“How old is he now?”
I think. “2, I believe.”
“How do you not know?!” He yells.
“I just blanked out there for a second. Not to mention I have to carry a 95 pound Aiko on my back.”
“OK, OK I get it! You have a lot on your mind, but still. Kyan and Saru always remembered my name, even if they are Jounin’s!”
“You know what? We’re done talking about this…” We stop talking all together. When we see Konohagakure’s gates, I sigh.
“Kaya?” His voice wavers.
“What is it? Something wrong?”
I surprisingly blush and give him a warm smile. “No problem, we’re friends aren’t we? Friends look out for each other, through thick and thin.”
“Thick and thin…”
“That’s right. Now stop talking. You don’t want to kill yourself. Your chakra may be low, but your energy is even lower. So be quiet, please.” I would’ve expected more from him, but I guess he’s tired. Because I keep on walking towards Konoha at a slow pace. I keep wanting to walk slower, stupid but… I… I want this feeling to last. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps, and I think he was about to tell me how he felt, and that’s where I would’ve returned those feelings.
He never knew it… but I was ready for the future. At least that’s what I thought. The betrayal of Saru and Kyan ripped me up inside as I “murdered” Aiko’s idols. But is that really the only reason he hates me? I don’t understand everything, but I do believe in second chances. Even though his third chance is coming up, I’ll still choose to save him. Because even if the real Aiko is deaf, I believe that he’ll be able to hear me soon.
“That’s it…” I think. “…I may know how to save him now.”
“Are you all right, Kaya?” Kakashi-Sensei breaks me out of my thoughts with those few words, and when I realize where I am I look up at him and beam.
“Yes.” I nod. “I’m great!”
He stares at me, obviously thinking that I’m emotionally unstable. “Maybe you should stay here and… watch my back.” When he begins to walk out from behind the tree, I stand up and beat him to it.
“No, Kakashi-Sensei!” I look back at him. “You stay there and watch my back.” As soon as Sai sees me his eyes get wide and he motions for me to go back. I shake my head and narrow my eyes at him. “As if!” Dad doesn’t see me yet, but I can see him… and his stress. He pants, he dodges, he strikes, he misses, and he keeps on going in this pattern. It’s as if he has no plan what-so-ever. Just… swinging his naginata. But what’s weird is that Aiko’s face is now shadowed by his hood. It may not be the traditional Tsuki cloak hood, but it’s green, ripped hood conceals his expression all this time. He doesn’t even counter-attack any of my father’s moves. All he does is dodge, and in between, stand there until he takes a shot at Aiko once more. “Is something wrong?” I must be fantasizing because I get a thought. “Or is something right?!” I decide to not get my hopes up, but still take a chance.
He’s following the steady beat that Father plays with his naginata sword, and I’m planning on breaking that rhythm. I stand in one position and get my katana out. Neither of them see me, advantage point one. He’s swaying back and forth, dodging and backing up. I take my chance, and, when he gets close enough… strike.