"As much as I care how well you can hear, you might as well be deaf!" I hissed at the annoying girl through grit teeth and I was just about to send my bowl and soba noodles at Hiryuku-san to compensate for the chopsticks when she called me a Sound brat, but as I was reaching for my bowl, Hachino-sensei's voice cut through, "Now." He answered Hiryuku-san's question. His heel put more pressure on the back of my head and before I knew it, my face was dunked in whatever was left of my soba noodles. I grabbed Hachino-sensei's ankle and pulled it off, whirling around to beat the crap out of him, but instead I got a faceful of...
Towel? "I want both of you to cool off, because training will do squat if your both pissed off." Hachino-sensei smiled as he grabbed a handful of soba noodles from my dark hair, and threw them away, "Your too relaxed around your comrades," He said to me, "And you need some patience." He added to Hiryuku-san, "You don't need to apologize for yelling, I think your punishment comes well enough from getting Kira-kun riled up like that. Oh, but that might be an accomplishment." Hachino-sensei laughed, and I wiped my face off, throwing the towel back at Hachino-sensei who caught it gracefully and with ease, "Bathroom's through that door." He directed me to a white washed door that practically blended with the wall, indicating that I should wash off the sticky soup from my face.
He seemed to take entertainment from my embarrassment, and that, was embarassing enough for me. And- Hey wait a minute! Kira-kun?!?! Since when did he have permission to address me so casually?!?
~ + ~
Hachino-sensei sighed in a cheerful way, "Well Hiryuku-chan," He said as Kuroi disappeared. Sitting down on the mat, he smiled, "I think we've taken him a step down from his throne, wouldn't you agree? But anyway, be sure not to let Kuroi take another step up, but let's not completely de-throne him. Can you imagine a Kira- er, Kuroi who wasn't arrogant and absolutely unagreeable?" Hachino-sensei seemed to be having his fun talking to Night, or more specifically, himself.
"But then again, you have to wonder why Kira's rear their kids to grow up like Kuroi. I mean honestly, talk about the worst case of self-confidence. It took me at least 5 years to make a Kira doubt himself and then another 2 years to doubt his abilities. Oh, but I probably shouldn't have told you that, you probably think I'm some evil person who likes messing with people's heads, don't you? Ehhh, actually I might get my head lopped off by an angry Kira who's breathing down my neck and I don't even know it!" Hachino-sensei was immensely enjoying himself at this point, even though it was already quite obvious that he was twisted like abstract art when it came to messing with other people's personalities. Hachino-sensei was quiet for a long time before saying, "You know, as much of an unhumanly arrogant prince Kuroi seems, I don't think he'll ever make it as a Kira. I feel sorry for him, the day when every other Kira realizes that Kuroi just isn't that kind of person."
And Hachino-sensei left it at that, picking up Kuroi's nearly empty bowl of soba noodles (most of it now reside's in Kuroi's hair) and tossing it lazily into the trash, "Are you ready for training, Hiryuku-chan? Or would you like to wait a while longer?"
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At least halfway to Konoha, our team was stopped dead in our tracks. At least 5 of the 8 Hunter-nin who had stopped to tease Shioko-san stood in front of us, each one's weird masks sneering at us as if we were their monstrous prey. I didn't particuarly care, Kikari-sensei looked absolutely and utterly annoyed, and Hayaii. Ugh. I swear I could've puked. He'd confided in me the night before, after Shioko-san had somehow knocked herself out before our sparring match, that he really liked her. It wasn't this fact that made me want to puke, because it wasn't as if Shioko-san was one of the ugliest girls I'd ever seen, in fact, she was probably one of the prettiest (No thanks to her unscathed lifestyle), but what bugged me the most was that Hayaii was so...
Well, he was standing in front of her protectively, as if he'd be able to do anything against 5 experienced Hunter-nin, if that tells you anything. I glared at the Hunter-nin, as the one in the middle stepped forward.
"Hikaei-sama?" He said in a bemused voice, that made me even more pissed off then I already was. Shioko-san was shaking even worse then before, and if Hayaii wasn't grasping her arm, I wouldn't have been surprised if she completely collapsed like a pile of flesh and skin without any bones supporting her structure, "Isn't this just our luck?" Another crowed. All of them had hoarse and raspy voices, as if they had lacked the need to use them for at least 2 years, at minimum, "We return to Kira-sama with the head of our little-"
It was instantaneous. Shioko-san was standing in front of him, no longer shaking and absolutely furious. She ripped off his mask, revealing a sharp face that looked strikingly similar to Shioko-san's except... Older, more mature, and not as kind. Her index finger pressed on the edge of the man's mouth, and I saw his jaw go slack. It was all I could do not to let mine go just as slack at Shioko-san's shaking fury.
"Hikaei-hime," Another one said, their voices no longer taunting, "You realize what you have done?"
The masked Hunter-nin standing closest to the man whom Shioko-san had attacked flung a kunai straight into the mans heart, and a gurgle of a scream sprang through the air. Kikari-sensei's hand was around Shioko-san's wrist before she could even scream at the blood splatter that had spluttered onto her cheek. And Kikari-sensei threw her at me, "Run! At least 2 miles from here, towards or away from Konoha!" She snapped angrily, "Hayaii," She spun around, "stay with me, Tsuyoi will be fine." Hayaii didn't seem quite as sure as Kikari-sensei, but I was. Even though I wasn't as fast as Hayaii, I knew that the reason Kikari-sensei wouldn't let Hayaii take Shioko-san is because-
"Let me go..." Hikaei murmured, her tears mixing with the splatter of blood. Because Hayaii wouldn't be able to say no to the girl.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that at least 30 crows had emerged and all of them were converging around the dead body of the dead man. Hunter-nin, never left a trace of their prey on the face of the earth. I grasped Hikaei tighter and blocked her view of the gruesome sight, Kikari-sensei's hand taut over my brother's eyes. The Hunter-nin did not pursue me- it seemed as if they were simply entertaining themselves, taunting Hikaei. When I finally stopped, we were at least 2 and a half miles away from where we were, away from Konoha. Hikaei asked me relentlessly what had happened to the man, but I simply replied that I hadn't the slightest idea.
But I was too curious. "...I'll tell you." I said, and Hikaei's eyes lit up, "But, you have to tell me, who the man was, and who you are."
Hikaei slumped back onto her spot in the nook of the tree, mumbling, "I can't tell you that." It was quiet as she finalized her decision, and she finally mumbled, "That was Kira Lin, my cousin. And I am Kira Hikaei, the long-exiled princess of the Kira's."
I blinked, sitting on the branch opposite and a little higher then her's, and nodded, "Then you already know what happened to him, if you're his kin."
"No. I want to know." Hikaei looked up at me, her gray eyes burning with an intent that was only meant for a killer, "Was it roaches? Was it a flock of vultures? Or did they incarcerate him? Was he still alive when they destroyed him?" I guess my expression registered shock and only shock at her gruesome thinking, because Hikaei turned beet red and immediately looked away, mumbling a very formal apology.
"... I... Crows." I responded, still a little stunned.
Hikaei's shoulders shook, and she jumped off of the branches, "... Thank you."
"Hikaei." I called, down, and she looked up at me, acting as normal as if I were Hayaii, "...I don't... have to call you Shioko, do I?"
She smiled, "You're not now, are you?" I took a double take, realizing I'd been addressing her as 'Hikaei', instead of 'Shioko-san'.