The Blue Spiral

Hatake Kaze is a not-so-normal shinobi from Konoha, for many reasons. But when she finally awakens from her seemingly endless coma, she finally gets to find out what those reasons are.


3. The First Fight in Years

I didn't stop to talk to or look at anyone on the way out of the village. Questions kept racing through my head, and it was making it hard for me to concentrate on where I was going.

"Kaze," Saino warned. "Focus."

I mentally slapped myself, and continued. "East," I muttered. "East... I'm coming, Kakashi."

And I carried on, fighting back the exhaustion that was nudging its way into my lungs and muscles. My calves burned from the sudden pressure - two and a half years without excercise was taking its toll. But I had to ignore it.

And before I knew it, I was out of the village and into the surrounding forest.

With Saino's voice echoing in my head, continuously saying, "Focus, Kaze, focus, ignore the pain!", I focused my chakra into my feet and legs, strengthening the muscles and cancelling out the pain.

The need to get to my brother was to great even for pain such as that to falter. It was my job as a sister. My job as my mother's daughter.


I ran and ran east along the stream until I could run no more. I was slowing down a little, gradually coming to a halt, when my knees gave way and I crashed to the ground. I sat myself up under a tree, panting, sweat pouring down my face. I pulled off my mask and hood, taking in grateful gulps of air. I crawled over to the stream, cupped some water in my hands and drank.

"Are you okay?" Saino asked gently.

"Yeah," I replied. "Just gimme a minute here."

"Of course."

I drank a few more cupped handfuls of water, before standing up and putting my hands behind my head, opening up my lungs and allowing air to flow through. I had the biggest stitch on the planet, but I wasn't dying. I took slow, deep breaths, and took a few minutes to recover. I cracked my back, stretching and loosening the muscles in my shoulders.

"Shall we continue?" Saino asked, not a trace of urgency flowing in her voice.

I nodded. "We shall," I agreed, and pulled up my hood and mask. I took one last, deep breath and took off again.

It wasn't long after that I heard raised voices, and the clash of metal. I drew my blade and hurried on, sensing chakra flowing dangerously. Saino looked through my eyes sensing chakra and extending our vision, and I saw what she saw: three men fighting one man and two shadow clones, each one as deadly as the original. And the three men were Guy-sensei, Yamato, and Kakashi. Tightening my grip on my sword, I charged. Saino's vision showed me a clone swinging a sword at Yamato, who had no line of defense up, and I plunged right into the line of battle, ducking under Yamato, bringing my sword up to block the attacker's and leaving Yamato speechless behind me.

"Who-" he spluttered.

Not loosening my grip one bit, I turned my head slightly, so Yamato could see my left eye - white as the winter snow. "Help the others!" I ordered. "I can handle this one." I turned my attention back to the clone, who quickly withdrew his sword from the grip, sending me stumbling forwards. Cursing my clumsiness, I regained my balance just in time to see him come at me again. He tried to lunge, but I blocked it and we were locked in a death grip.

"Your weight!" Saino guided me.

Remembering my training, I twisted my wrist so that my sword was in top of his, then I jumped up and swung my foot into the side of his head. The clone flew sideways and disappeared with a puff of smoke. I landed roughly, and rolled onto my feet, a new pain jabbing on my hip bone.

I turned to see Yamato still standing speechless, staring at me like he'd seen a ghost. I pulled off my hood and my mask down, revealing my face. "Go!" I roared, and, as if waking from a trance, he nodded, rushing to help Guy with another clone. I, however, ducked over to help Kakashi, who hadn't paid any attention to me. But as I ran past him to the man, I saw him falter, his black eye and his Sharingan eye widening in shock.

The attacker - who had absorbed the memories of the shadow clone that I destroyed - saw me coming and twisted his weight, sending a foot out like a snake, trying to trip me. I jumped over it, landed on my hands, twisted and rightened myself again, facing the man's back. Kakashi's eyes were visible over his shoulder, and they were starting right at me.

"Hi," I said with a grin. "You miss me?"

"Kaze?" he asked blankly.

"The one and only." I winked.

"But how...?"

I shook my head. "Never mind that," I insisted. "We have to do this first!"

Kakashi snapped out of it, returning to his battle stance, kunai in hand. "Right," he agreed. "Let's do this."

The attacker laughed. "You didn't tell me you had a pretty girl as backup," he said, with a crazed grin.

I smirked. "Bet he also didn't tell you that I'm more than just a pretty face," I replied, tightening the grip on my katana.

He grinned wider. "I'll bet you are," he agreed. "Which is going to make this even more fun."

Then he struck out at me, sword flashing. I stood my ground, parrying his blow. When he drew back and lunged for a stab, I sidestepped and swung around him, ramming the hilt of my sword into the pressure point on the back of his neck. He fell forward to his knees, stunned. I jumped back as Kakashi came forward, getting behind him and putting a kunai to his throat.

"Surrender now," he growled, "and we may spare your life."

The man grinned his crazed grin. "Not my style," was all he said before I saw a flash of metal and heard Kakashi's cry of pain.

The man had hidden a blade up his sleeve and had stabbed the nerves in Kakashi's leg, rendering it useless. Kakashi came crashing to the ground and the man twisted up, pulling the blade out with the horrible sound of ripping skin. Kakashi hissed in pain and was helpless as the man shot out like a snake and dug the same blade into the same place on the other leg, and ripping it out again.

My whole world slowed as I saw red. I went rigid with rage, and then I started shaking. I faintly heard Guy and Yamato call out to someone, but all I heard was the man growling to Kakashi, "One down, three to go."

But before he could even begin to bring the blade down, I was behind him, and had buried my katana in his heart. The end if the blade protruded from his chest with dark red blood running off of it.

"One down," I muttered in his ear. "None left. Go to hell, where you belong."

And then he started laughing - laughing a high pitched, insane laugh. And he didn't stop, even when I had taken my blade out and he had fallen to the ground. No, he didn't stop until blood filled his mouth and he choked on his own blood, staining the once lush green grass a filthy red.

I didn't hesitate, I just ran over to where Kakashi was bleeding on the ground.

"Good grief," I muttered, kneeling down next to him. "He really got you there, didn't he?" I studied the wounds. They were identical in every way: size, shape, place. This guy knew exactly what he was doing.

"Don't worry," Kakashi said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "It's not serious. And I can't feel my legs at the moment, and the blood flow isn't bad. I'll be okay."

I sighed in relief, and then the breath was knocked out if me as Kakashi pulled me into an awkward, one-armed hug.

"I missed you," he murmured.

I smiled, returned the hug. "I missed you too."

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