where am I? How did I get here? Chapter 8

Okay, I don't know if anyone still bothers to check the stuff I write, I know it has been a really long time,but I have been really missing this site, and I want to know how my stories unfold, but I need encouragement to keep writing on them, so I am picking up where I left off.

Mitsuko leads Hatsue and Akahito to an open field. As soon as she gets there she wheels around on her two teammates.

“All right!” She yells at the two. “It’s on!” And with that Mitsuko is gone in thin air.
Hatsue quickly turns to Akahito, her mouth moving before she is fully facing him.

“Hey wanna see a jutsu that works amazingly coolly well against my pet acorn?” Hatsue questions, a hint of seduction in her voice. It covers the trick she is pulling on him quite nicely.

Akahito wags his eyebrows at the tone in her voice.

“EW!!! RAPE!!! HE WANTS TO RAPE ME!!!” Hatsue screams, anime tears running down her face once again. Ah the immaturity of Hatsue. “he-*sniff*-is so gro-*sniff*--ss” She whimpers.

“Just show me the jutsu… Sweety” Akahito says, trying to sound seductive, but failing miserably. Hatsue makes a gaging sound but is obligated.

“Okay, you can’t ever show this to anyone! NEVER EVER! EVER!!” Hatsue makes the tiger hand sign, and looks around to make sure no one is watching. “It is my own special, super secret ninja technique! NO SHOWY!!!” Her face goes deep into concentration while Akahito watches, wide eyed. Oh the poor, unsuspecting fool.

“HATSUE’S SUPER SECRET BLINDING JUTSU!” And with that Hatsue rams her forefinger and middle finger into Akahito’s eye sockets. His hands fly up to them and a stream of profanities emits from his mouth.

“Hehe, yous an idiot! Never trust Hatsue, oh no.” Hatsue giggles. “That jutsu always works against the dimwitted… hm, I wonder if it would work against me…” She speculates. And being the genius Hatsue is, she had to try.

For the second time in an hour, well, in 5 minutes she puts her hands in the tiger form. Her face falls again into deep concentration. “HATSUE’S SUPER SECRET BLINDING JUTSU!” And rocket-scientist Hatsue stabs herself in the eyes with her fingers. “HOLY POOPY THAT DOES HURT!”

Mitsuko is hiding in a nearby bush, watching the mayhem, not believing her eyes. Hatsue really is that dumb.

“Idiot,” She has to mutter anyway.

“I HEARD THAT!” Hatsue yells, turning to face the bush Mitsuko is hiding in, her eyes still covered.

“How did she hear me?” Mitsuko asks even fainter

“Cause I ain’t deaf!”

Mitsuko doesn’t risk another sound.

Hatsue opens her eyes, burning and all to look at Akahito, the profanities still coming out at alarming velocity and volume.

“GOD DAMN FUCKING BITCH! THAT HURT YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHORE!!!!!!” He yells blinding

“Excuse me?!” Hatsue asks, venom filling her words. She walks over to Akahito and slips into her fighting stance--one that she came up with all on her own by watching Neji and Hinata’s fight.

The young gold haired kunoichi turns on her side and leans back on one foot in one fluid movement--graceful even. By leaning back, it gives her more power on the first attack by using her legs along with her arms. She poises her arms away from her body then bends them at the elbows so they are inclined to each other. One elbow is above her head while the other is at her waist. Hatsue then makes a fist, but keeps her pointer and middle finger rigidly straight and glued together.

Hatsue lurches at Akahito while he is still blinded by Hatsue’s oh-so-subtle but amazingly affective jutsu wanna-be.

Hatsue digs her fingers on one hand into the boneless stomach of Akahito, She doesn’t stop there, she continues with her unique style of fighting. The blonde spins to get at a different vantage point to continue her assault. It almost looks as if Hatsue is dancing around Akahito.

And then Hatsue hit’s the joint where the arm connects with the shoulder, getting the muscle. When this happens Akahito’s arm falls from his face and dangles limply at his side. (that really does happen if you hit the right spot. I get this fighting style from my own personal style, and I have done that before. It has to be the EXACT spot.)

Akahito squints through a watery eye just in time to see Hatsue hop away from Akahito, and stare at him impatiently.

“What was that?” Akahito demands. “That didn’t even hurt! You call that a fi-” Akahito double over as the pain makes its presence known. Hatsue stands a few steps away, looking pleased.

This fighting style takes a few seconds for the pain to set in. After the initial attack has stopped it takes anywhere from 3-8 seconds to feel the pain.

“Damn,” Akahito gasps as he drops to his knees. Now having use of both of his arms again, he yanks his shirt up to look at his stomach. There are about a hundred little red dots where Hatsue’s fingers connected with him.

Preoccupied with the red dots, Akahito doesn’t see his attacker walk over to him. She stands over him, holding a rock.

“Hatsue so owned you.” She says triumphantly, and then helps him sleep. “Night, night!” Hatsue then proceeds to dance around Akahito’s unconscious form singing “Hatsue won, Hatsue won, Ha~atsue wo~on!!!” Before tripping over the rock that she hit her teammate with. So much for graceful.