Good Girl: Rewrite
Eternal: Hey world, another Rewrite attempt from yours truly! Hope you don't mind, but I couldn't see the other version going far and it was kind of choppily put together. So be sure to tell me what you think of this one!
She could only stare. Air didn't enter or exit her body, she couldn't remember how to breathe. Her bicolored eyes were wide with shock. Her legs were rigid, frozen in the kneeling position on the wooden floor.
Today was just like any other day. She woke up, skipped breakfast in order to meet her new team at the training area just a little bit earlier than the designated time. Buisura would then arrived next, dragging a half conscious Reija behind him. She would smile and greet them, like she always did and Reija would reply with some rude comment, either about her hair or her eyes but she kept smiling anyway as Buisura tried to cover up his friend's attitude. Then sensei would appear in a puff of nin-smoke and explain the training regime for the day.
They would train so hard. Using the tall namesake grass of the Grass village to their advantage, learning how to travel without moving a single blade of greenery. Jutsu after jutsu, forcing themselves to use every ounce of chakra that they had in order to become stronger. Taijutsu, genjutsu, you name it, they practiced it. During their sparring matches, Reija always wanted to fight her, the heir to the prestigious Grass village clan. She would agree and he would unleash everything he had against her. Kicks, punches, jutsus, insults, all of the above. He would do very well against her but once she activated her family trait, she would win. She wouldn't beat him senseless, just pin him so he couldn't keep moving.
After they were dismissed, she would say goodbye to her team members and only Buisura would reply back politely. Her smile would fade when she arrived at the tall front gate of her home. The guards would allow her through, their faces blank. She would methodically walk up the front stairs and enter the front room of the house. It was cold, as always. The only people there were the servants and she knew where her father was: in the training room, waiting for her.
And he would spar with her, beating her without a care, not giving her a chance to learn from a mistake like a teacher would. He would scold her and tell her how worthless a handicapped heiress was to him. That she should be lucky that he didn't have another child or else they would easily get the heir title. Then, when she couldn't do an attack charge properly, he excused her. She would bow and leave for her room to shower and get into pajamas.
Every night she would sneak out with a few of her text books, to her tree house that resided in the woods behind her house, in order to study in peace. What would an heiress have to study, you may wonder?
No matter how often she poured over the books, it just never clicked in her head. She read and read but all that resulted was a headache. She needed to learn though, so she kept trying.
Today was different.
As in life-changing different.
The gentle breeze played with her short white hair as she climbed up the ladder to her treehouse, backpack slung over one shoulder, filled with books, bottle of water and some chips. She had a plan to camp out all night, since the weather was nice. What she hadn't planned on was somebody else using her treehouse.
This brings us up to speed when the white haired kunoichi couldn't remember how to breathe.
When her body reminded her that she needed oxygen, she inhaled in a gasp and the...man (?)...gave a jerk, slowly turning his head in order to see her around the flytrap that was surrounding his upper body. With a grunt he flew toward her in a leap, pinning her against the wall of the wooden treehouse. Kunai at her throat and his angered face directly in front of hers, her vocal chords tightened in fear so she couldn't scream.
"The hell are you?!" he demanded, his voice harsh and mean. Her eyes glazed with tears as she stared at him, alarmed by his two toned skin and green hair. His hard golden eyes that were without pupils, drilled into her own and she was too afraid to answer.
"Answer us!" he growled, shaking her. She gulped thickly, feeling the kunai's blade press closer as her throat swallowed the excess saliva.
"T-T-Taki...I-Iwasura..." she whispered. Her hands were shaking noticeably and her legs felt like jelly. It was as if an ice cold hand was gripping her heart, if she pondered on the thought for a moment longer she would classify the feeling as fear.
She could clearly see the blood smeared across his face and could smell it too, a very strong metallic scent. She could also smell it on his breath. He must have been pursued and found refuge in her little treehouse, but then she showed up and he took her as a threat, thus the current situation. But why would his breath smell like blood, as if he had eaten something or maybe he coughed it up?
"You can't kill her," he said. Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Her? Taki Iwasura? They couldn't kill her? If that was the case then she could've sighed with relief but she wasn't sure. His voice was different this time, more formal than the other tone he had used.
"Why the hell not?! Here she is and we're freakin' starving! She's our meal ticket, then we can run!" There was that dark voice again.
Then the light voice. "Her death would be noticed and that would give the Grass more incentive to come after us. They may even call in Konoha-"
"Yeah, yeah, shuddup already you're making my head hurt." The dark voice.
Was he arguing with...himself?
"Iwasura." She flinched, he was talking to her now.
"Y-yes?" she whispered.
"That's the royal clan of Grass isn't it?" She nodded. He knew his information and her background, well, her family's background anyway but that was enough. He knew what she could do. Which meant he was going to use her for his advantage.
"Yum. Royal blood-that always taste the best." She shuddered at the dark voice. He rubbed her throat with the kunai's edge, threatening to break the skin and release the liquid that he was craving. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she sat still, paralyzed in fear.
"You're gonna hide us. You won't rat us out or else we'll eliminate this whole freakin' village if even a sliver of information leaks out. Got it, brat?" commanded the dark voice. Before she could stutter a reply, he doubled over, the knife slipping away from her jugular. He twisted his arm so that he could stab the kunai into the wall, right above her head and use it as support while his black hand clutched his stomach. Taki forced herself to wretch her eyes away from his face and look at his midsection, where large amounts of blood were pooling from. She felt queasy at the sight and her face continued to pale. He must've damaged or sliced an artery, she thought, thinking back to her medical books.
"What're you lookin' at brat?!" hissed the dark voice, glaring harshly at her. She flinched and looked at the wooden floor, but it was becoming sprinkled with his dripping blood. "The blood must be bothering her..." The light side answered before wincing in pain.
"What? Scared of blood?" he spat at her. He used his blood soaked hand and gripped the left side of her face with it, leaving a smeared imprint on her white skin. She reacted quickly and brought her foot up and kicked him straight in the chest, propelling him away from her, her ivory pale cheek tattooed red from his touch. She remained wide eyed in fear of what she had done. Oh no, oh no, she just struck an S-class criminal, oh no, oh no...
He groaned and he slowly moved himself to his knees. He turned his aggravated eyes toward her, allowing him to see her right eye activated. The original green iris and black pupil had changed into a faded light blue hue, no noticeable pupil. Now the eye matched its optical sister, there wasn't any shocking difference that could draw attention. But thanks to Zetsu's information, he knew exactly what her eyes were doing, the tears falling down her face didn't distract him.
"So..." taunted the dark side."What am I going to do?" She shook her head, not answering. "Stop harassing her," ordered the light side. "Our well-being comes first."
"Well? Can you heal us or not?!" snapped the black, his face showing strain. He was fighting to stay conscious, his body wearing down.
"I-I-I...I d-don't know...i-if I c-can..." she told him softly, her eyes down casted. Her right eye had returned to being green, though the other was still a freakish off blue hue.
"Speak up, brat and answer our freakin' question!" he spat. His eyes were having trouble focusing now, the edges were starting to swirl together.
"I d-don't know!" she replied, her eyes closing as she raised her voice at the end.
"Then get over here and try!" he instructed. He moved himself into an indian styled sitting position, leaning against the tree that was located in the center of the house's floor, acting as the main support. He ripped open the rest of his dark cloak, showing the full stomach wound. She swallowed thickly, her legs still shaking. Should she advance? Or should she run to the guards and get help while he was weak?
"Brat..." he growled, his solid gold eyes never straying from her. His voice was commanding and her feet brought her forward immediately, out of habit of hearing her father's voice like that. Her feet dragged as if she could dig them into the floor, so she wouldn't have to keep getting closer to the plant man. No, the guards wouldn't be any good, he was too strong for her, even in his current state. She would have to obey and play it super safe. She couldn't tell a soul.
After for what seemed like ages, she was finally standing in front of him, much to close for her liking. She knelt in front of him, keeping her eyes on her lap, not wanting to look at him. A few more tears slipped down her cheeks, out of fear. Here she was, face to face with who could be her death. Her heart felt like a padded rock that was rapidly and furiously beating against her rib cage, threatening to burst free. Her hands were shaking badly now and she felt as if she was on the brink of fainting. Maybe if she fainted, it would all go away and she would wake up with her books open everywhere, like she usually did?
"Come on," he huffed, grabbing her hand and pressing it against the bleeding wound. She fought the urge to gag when her hand came in contact with his blood and gash. Now her hand was stained red and match her cheek that he had marred.
"Now get your chakra flowing," he instructed. If only his own chakra wasn't so low, he wouldn't have to rely on this stupid girl, he thought to himself. She nodded meekly and forced chakra to her hand. He inhaled sharply and his grip tightened on her wrist and she stopped her chakra instantly out of fear. Her wide eyes looked up to him and she failed to hold a few more tears back. Oh god, he was so frightening that her heart couldn't help but pound fiercely, as if it was trying to pump as much blood through her body as it could.
"Soft chakra, dammit!" he hissed, doubling over slightly. "You've got to use soft chakra if you want to heal. Don't stab them with your own like for fighting jutsus..."
Her eyes widened in realization. "O-oh!" She looked down at her hand as if glowed with a softer green light this time, not nearly as vibrant as it was before. She pushed the chakra into his wound and she could see the injury start to mend. A small grin pulled at her lips as her chakra continued to correct the hurt. She was healing, using healing chakra and she was doing it correctly! She soon became lost in the healing process, forgetting that she was helping a dangerous criminal. As long as she didn't look at him, it wasn't so bad.
She skimmed her fingertips over the previous gash. It had healed up seamlessly. She wasn't expecting it work so well, she surprised herself. But now, she thought with a soft smile, she could help her team members in future missions if anyone got hurt. Then maybe Reija would say something kind to her...just maybe he won't frown at her...
"You learn very quickly," commented the light side. She flinched and ripped her hand away from him, holding it to her chest. She had gotten carried away when she should've been paying attention. That was just like the heiress to forget the danger she was in. An airhead as Reija had once called her.
"Return here tomorrow after dark," instructed the light side, politely. "And don't skip out on us because then we'll just snack on some villagers as we wait for you, brat," sneered the black side.
The fate of the Grass villagers was on her shoulders. She got up and stood as straight and strong as she could. Her tears had stopped falling and her body was tensed as she locked eyes with the plant man, forcing herself not to look at the giant flytrap and just at his eyes, which were strange just like hers.
"If I return to you, y-you swear not harm the villagers?" she bargained, trying to keep her voice from shaking, faltering only once.
"Something like that," sneered the dark side.
She took a deep breath. "F-fine."
There. She had agreed.
He gave a soft chuckle. "Good girl." He then melted into the trunk of the tree that he was previously leaning against.
When she had returned to the safety of her room, she collapsed onto her bed, her eyes wide and tearful as she hid her face in her pillow. What did she get herself into?
But...he had called her a good girl...
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I'm kind of liking this version better, so I may just plow on with this one instead of the old one, if you peeps don't mind =]