- Chapter 06 -

Meet the pervert

Hit. Hit. Kick.

Heavy and quick breaths cutting through the room's silence. Dust spreading around the air with each punch and kick. Sweat trickling down the flexed muscles, dropping on the ground.

"Screw this."

Kick. Hit. Kick.

The door was opened violently with a creaking sound. The person turned their head towards the man who was standing on the edge of the door. He had silky black hair and was wearing a youngster's clothes, despite his older age.

"Akira. Enough."

Despite the warning, the girl continued leading her fists aimlessly on the rub doll and completely ignored him. Akira had been in that room since early in the morning and hadn't talked to anyone since last night. The male narrowed his yellow eyes and in a blink of an eye, he was behind her and was holding her wrist tightly. The same burning sensation when Gaara had grabbed her from there invaded that spot. Akira flinched and snapped back her hand, glaring at the man from the corner of her eye.

"Shut up, Orochimaru. You're not my father."

Orochimaru smirked and leaned back on the wall, "Yet, I'm his partner."

"Means nothing."

The ginger left the room and slammed the door shut. Orochimaru was the one who was helping her out in difficult situations even though he was older than her father; but right now, he was pissing her off. Actually, almost everything was irking her. Untying the bandages from her hand, she walked back in her room and locked the door silently behind her. Akira sighed softly as she tossed the bandages to the side and plopped on her bed.

Suddenly, her phone rang just when she was ready to drift off to sleep. With utter annoyance, she flipped the device open and checked the unknown I.D. Her brows furrowed in confusion- who could be calling her in that number except from her father? Before the school year had started, she had changed her number and had completely destroyed the cheap device in case she would be tracked down. Finally, she put it near her ear and talked.

"Hello?"

"Brat. Talk to me or else I'll break in your house and kidnap you," a harsh voice threatened from the other line, a huff following after.

Akira's eyes widened and she almost choked in her breath when she recognized the voice of the caller, "K-Kasu-chan?!"

"Tch, why do you sound so amused?"

"How were you able to call me on this number?" Akira asked in utter confusion the other girl on the phone.

Kasumi, the one who had called her, rolled her eyes even if Akira wasn't able to see her, "I have my sources. Now, cut the nonsense and talk. Where in the world are you?"

The shortie stayed quiet, only to be scolded from her friend again. Akira managed to calm down the angry female and persuaded her her to meet up in ten minutes, "Will you make it there safe?"

"Safe and sound."

"Alright then. . . What about your brother? Is Kakashi doing alright?" Kasumi Hatake was the younger sister of Kakashi Hatake, much younger since he was her gym teacher in school. She was attending Konoha High School and had grown to be friends with Akira, even if she was practically the most antisocial person in her previous school.

Kasumi hissed under her breath, "The annoying brother is alive . . . yet. If he dares to wake me up for school one more time, I'll make sure he won't be able to have babies anytime soon."

The newbie couldn't help but chuckle softly at her friend's sarcastic comment. "Oh, sounds like a Kasumi-styled plan to me."

"Hn."

"I swear, Sasuke-kun is being a big influence to you," Akira pointed out and recalled the times when Kasumi and Sasuke were throwing some synchronized 'hn's. Even though they weren't really close, they could pass for brother and sister.

"Whatever, brat. See you in ten minutes. And don't dare to be late! You know how much I hate waiting." And with that, the currently irritated girl hung up on Akira.

The shortie couldn't help but crack up a small smile. It reminded her of the last year in Konoha High School where Kasumi and her were having fun and everything was flawless. Kasumi Hatake was a cold and distant girl in the same class as Akira, studying being a huge part of her monotonous life. Akira had approached her slowly and since she was too friendly with Kasumi, the hot-headed female started calling her 'brat'. Gaara and Kasumi weren't correlated by Akira because Gaara wasn't friendly . . . at all, and Kasumi hated popular kids.

The ginger threw some clothes on and tied her messy hair in a tidy ponytail, getting ready for the meet up. She positioned herself in front of the mirror of her bathroom and began checking on her belongings.

"Phone, glasses . . . Boyish clothes? I guess . . . Money, knife, needles . . . Check. Ready to go!" she exclaimed and shoved the majority of the said items in her pockets, except from the knife which was striped around her abdomen, covered and hidden by her jacket.

During the long period of time she was being trained by her father and his partner, Orochimaru, they had given her some special pouches she could adapt around her body without being noticed. For example, the knife pouch. Despite her negative state towards the whole plan, she liked the specific part of the training. Mainly because it would be advantageous to use against her father's 'reign' under their roof.

Without informing anyone about her future absence, she sneaked out from her window by grabbing the branch of the tree in front of her and jumping on the ground. As she expected, the fall on her feet made an acute pain spread all over her body and she bit down her lip hardly so she wouldn't groan. Akira waited for the pain to submit and then she sped forward. When she lost sight of her house, the midget left a sigh of relief and began walking casually.

'The park is about five minutes away from here so I will be ok-' the girl started thinking but was cut off abruptly when a running figure passed by and grabbed her hand. She ended up being pulled in an alley and when they were far enough, she swirled around, pushed the body against the wall and held her knife against their throat. 

"Move and you're dead."

As she inspected the figure more, she noticed three weird things about it: they had blue hair which defied gravity, they had a huge sword striped across their back and . . . blue skin? "Kisame-senpai?"

"It's Hoshikagi, fresh meat. Kisame Hoshikagi," the male growled lowly and narrowed his eyes at the shorter figure.

Akira removed the knife and sheathed it back in its pouch. At the same time, she raised an eyebrow and crossed her hands in front of her, "Why did you pull me in a dark alley all of sudden?"

"Why did you point a knife at me?"

"I asked you first, Hoshikagi-senpai."

Kisame smirked and crossed his arms in front of his broad chest too, "Respect to your senpai."

The midget face palmed and groaned at his cheap excuse. "This isn't going to get us anywhere . . . I start," she breathed out in defeat.

"If someone pushes you in a dark alley and you have a knife with you, what would be the first thing you'd do? Threaten them that they'll become sushi and use it for self-defense before they can rape you, of course."

It was Kisame's turn to face palm. "First, I wouldn't rape you. Or anyone for that matter, for fuck's sake. Second . . . what are you doing with a knife on you?"

Akira tensed up momentarily and then shrugged. The blue-skinned male deadpanned and the girl pointed at him, signalling that he had to explain too.

"I was angry at Sasori so I broke a puppet of his. When he found out, he began chasing me around and then, I stumbled upon you and dragged you with me," Kisame poorly explained and shrugged his shoulders.

The ginger faked a cough and glanced up at him. "That still doesn't explain why you threw me in this alley. Maybe your intentions aren't so friendly," she stated bluntly and received a warning glare from her senpai.

He just sighed and stood still, playing with the tip of his sword. "If Sasori was going to see you in his way, especially now that he's angry, he would be the one to rap- I mean, kill you," he explained andgrinned widely. "I saved your ass."

Right when she was going to ask why Sasori would want to kill her, a high-pitched ringtone was heard from Akira's pocket.

"But baby you're too bad, so I'm gonna lick your shaf-" The girl immediately answered it with flushed cheeks, not wanting Kisame to hear the rest of the dirty song. However, the male was grinning throughout the time the song played.

"Hel-"

"BRAT!" Kasumi's angry voice boomed from the other line and Akira had to put a distance between her ear and the cell phone, or else she would need an ear replacement. "I've been waiting for you seven minutes now, where are you?"

After the yelling stopped, she brought the device close to her ear again. "I'll be there in five minutes, Kasu-chan. Sorry." And she hung up before she would be forced to listen to her voice once again.

When she faced Kisame, his arrogant smirk was still on his face, "So. . . Lick your shaft, huh?" he quoted the unfinished ringtone and raised an eyebrow.

A deep crimson color appeared on Akira's cheeks and she span around, making her way to the meeting place, "Tch, pervert."

"Oh, I am the pervert now?"

". . . Either a pervert or a gay pervert."

"None."

"Both," Akira smirked as she imagined Kisame hiding in dark alleys and selling hentai magazines. She didn't know why she was making those extraordinary assumptions but the girl decided to play around with him a little. However, she swore to herself that she wouldn't imagine him ever again as a pervert because the sight was bringing some disturbing images in her mind.

The two of them walked together until they reached the almost empty park - that was when Akira looked around in order to find Kasumi. Yet, her friend was nowhere to be found and that made her a little worried since under normal circumstances, Kasumi would wait for her in the center of the park. "Where can she b-"

"Brat!" 

The same voice from the phone call yelled a few meters away from the high school students and both turned only to see a brown-haired female, millimeters shorter than Akira, walking up to them with an indifferent expression on her face. The ginger backed off a bit since she knew that Kasumi's wrath was the worst thing ever but all of sudden, her friend just stood in front of her with her usual blunt expression.

That's when Akira decided to talk, "Hey, Kasu-chan. 'Sup?"

"That's all you can say after such a long time? You're pathetic," the brunette pointed out and crossed her hands in front of her chest.

Meanwhile, Kisame looked down at the two friends and cocked an eyebrow at the new-found girl, "Is that your girlfriend, fresh meat?"

Kasumi turned around and faced Kisame with her calm gaze.

"If you mean that I'm a girl and I'm simply her friend, then yes. If you mean the other thing, then you're completely mistaken. I'm no hom-" 

Before Kasumi could reveal any crucial information, her mouth was shut by Akira's hand. The hot-headed female glared at the ginger who was smiling broadly to cover her nervousness.

"I think we should have a small talk, Kasu-chan. Don't you think?" Akira asked as sweetly as she could but Kasumi felt the venom dripping from her words. She just nodded and removed her friend's hand from her mouth. 

Then, Akira turned to her senpai. "Thank you for walking me up until here, senpai. I owe you. Well, see you tomor-"

"Wow, wow, no. No way he's going to leave until I learn his name," Kasumi butted in and half-glared at the blue-skinned male.

Kisame grinned mischievously and leaned slightly forward in order to show how huge he was compared to them, "And I want to learn your name too, short-stake."

Akira looked at both and decided to introduce them to each other so she could talk freely to Kasumi afterwards. "Hoshikagi-senpai, this is Kasumi Hatake, my annoying best friend who creepily knows everything about everyone. Kasu-chan, this is Kisame Hoshikagi, my senpai and a pervert."

"Pervert?"

"Not again . . ."

The ginger nodded frantically and grinned equally at Kisame. "If you're not going to leave, she's going to put you in her black list and I'll be calling you a pervert for the rest of the school year," she sang and tilted her head innocently at him.

The senpai shrugged and deadpanned, "I was going to leave anyways; Itachi needs my assistance. Bye, fresh meat, short-stake."

"Bye, pervert!" Akira waved at him energetically and watched as he left the two girls alone. When he was finally out of sight, she let her hand drop to the side and a sigh escape her mouth.

Kasumi raised an eyebrow at her and sat on a bench, observing the clothes her friend was wearing. Being smart was an advantage in those situations because she immediately found out what had happened. Crossing her legs, she stared at Akira, "Now that everything and everyone has calmed down . . . Why are you pretending to be a boy, Akira?"

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Edited by me - 28-08-2018

Dedicated to Onee-chan (nini_loveU) because she is my sistah, she reads this story and she finished her book with SnK one-shots. Why do you have to be so cruel at me, Dimi-nee? *cries*

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