there's too many fucking version of this character jesus CHRIST 1 of 2
these were written like ages 13-15 so
She had been late. Late, late, late. The pre-debriefing that she had trudged herself to after three days of non-stop running had dragged on and on along with the questions that were the same thing, phrased a million time in different formats. The rain didn't annoy her as much as it should have, but the fact that the debriefing had made her live the mission over, and over, and over…
Hanae shook her head harshly and fixed the mask more securely over her eyes. She sort of hated the thing over her face--it was just the barest bit to big, and there were at least…eleven other 'neko's in the ANBU. The only way to tell her apart from the rest was the fact that the pointed mouth was turned upwards in a small smile, and the two red stripes on her cheeks.
And because I'm the newbie, she thought bitterly, I get to be Koneko. How degrading is that. She had only entered a few months ago, and only to appeal to her parent's last wished. They wanted me to be better, well, here I am.
The urge to kick at the ground rose up, but she ignored it. She just wanted to get home. Home and then she'd get some sleep.
A pebble skidded in front of her a ways as she turned her head and followed it's movement, before glancing to her right and walking towards the alley. In the center of it, there had been a few people--three men and a few teens. Hanae blinked before dismissing it. Probably just a party or something.
But…
The sharp whimper that struck through the air made her turn, looking back. She had gotten to used to that sound, she realized coldly. Another reason to hate that mission. Deciding to see what just exactly was going on, she walked towards the small congregation and peeked over their shoulders to see what was-
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked away, before grabbing the katana's hilt on her back. "Alright," she ground out in the loudest voice she could managed. Then men stopped. "Break it up."
Only one of them spared her a look, before going right back to what they were doing. Her temper spiked. "I said, break it up."
One of them broke away (and she realized it was an older man than she thought,) and turned around towards her, before shifting his head to the side. "You'll thank us in a few minutes."
"Thank you?" she repeated back, incredulous. "You have two seconds to get away from that kid before I break your leg. Thank that."
The man scoffed--before she darted forward and kicked his feet from underneath him, and drove her elbow into his waist while he was falling. The men stopped, before looking at their friend on the floor and realized suddenly what was going on. This ANBU wasn't their friend--she wasn't like some of the rest. They moved quicker than she thought, grabbing their friend and hauling him away. The whole process took less than ten minutes.
"Damn," she uttered softly, looking at the amount of blood. The poor kid was probably dead. She bent her head, before stooping down and picking at the red encrusted yellow shirt and blond hair. "Sorry I didn't get here sooner."
She had said the same thing on her last mission, too.
Taking a rag out of one of the pouches on her belt, she moved her mask slightly and licked it until it was wet enough, before cleaning off the boys face. It took awhile, but she managed to get most of it away so that she could-
She could-
The rag dropped out of her hands as she dropped backwards, watching the cuts steam red and heal themselves--the black markings on the child's face showing through the almost cleared blood. She hadn't. She just…she couldn't have!
"What were you thinking?!"
"I swear I didn't know--" she whispered, moving away from the body. "I swear I didn't know that I just--I didn't know!"
Her mothers--her dead mother's--face appeared in her mind as she trembled. The apparition was screaming at her, cursing her for being a failure and soon, (she knew,) her father would join in the tirade. She still didn't mean--
Bile clogged her throat, before she forced it back down. She had just saved the life that had taken her parents away. She should have just let it be--should have just let the thing die.
It'd die if she left it here, right? It'd die if she just walked away and pretended like nothing happened? She nodded feebly and got back on weary legs. Three days would make anyone tired, she told herself. That's all it was. You're going home, and you're going to get some sleep and nothing like this ever happened.
She just…walked away.
"You lost, little one?"
Hanae froze as she looked back, and stared at the body, still lying coldly on the floor. It hadn't even moved.
"Ah, don't cry! We'll go find your kaa-san, 'right?"
She had…she had seen first hand what happened to these orphans (damn, damn, damn Kuezko-sempai for giving her that damn mission!) and how they ended up. It was…It was never good…She shouldn't even have felt conflicted about it! But…
Her gaze strayed away from the boy, and to the monument, looking at the last figure before biting her lip.
"Don't you worry."
What would he have done?
That's obvious. He would have taken the kid and cared for him, her mind answered back, logic overruling the hate.
Against her better judgment, she walked towards the child.
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He woke up with a huge intake of breath, trying to force more air into his lungs before he got it kicked out of them again. Instantly, he curled into a fetal position as a hand ghosted over his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hey, don't worry. You're okay," a voice soothed in his ear. He cracked open an eyelid carefully, before blinking at the young woman kneeling by his face. He wasn't outside in anymore--or even near the orphanage. He was…well, he was somewhere. On a bed. A lumpy bed.
He curled away from the woman, pressing his back against the wall as the woman blinked and set something down on the table besides him. "Hey, it's alright, I promise. Are you hungry? All I have is some ramen but--"
"Ramen?" he squeaked. She made a face, before smoothing it into a pleasant smile. He looked at her, suspicious. It looked fake.
"Yeah. I assumed you were going to be hungry, but all I have is this, so…" she trailed off again, before pushing the bowl towards him and walking away towards the chair that was on the other side of the small room. "Eat up."
He kept staring at her, before taking the bowl of ramen and stirring it around with the chopsticks carefully. It looked normal enough…He cautiously took a piece of it, and swallowed.
And made a face. She stood up quickly and grimaced. "I knew I didn't let it soak long enough--I'm really sorry! I don't make a lot of ramen--that thing's been in my cupboard since I moved in," she stressed, trying to explain the hard, almost bitter taste.
But…it was food. He swallowed it quickly, and downed the broth before she could make her way over to the bed. If she was gonna kick him out or something, he wanted a full stomach.
She blinked at the empty bowl before giving a small 'um', and setting it back on the counter. "Do you…do you want to shower? I think I have some clothes that might fit you, if you'd like…"
For the first time, he looked down at the red crusted shirt and pants, and the rips that were in it. Not to mention he was just covered in the stuff. An embraced red rose to his face as he tried to take the covers and cover the worst of it. She gave a laugh (still fake) and moved towards him, careful not to touch him. "Here. My bathroom's right down here. You take as long as you want and I'll grab some of my smaller clothes."
She helped him crawl out of bed, and led him through the door and down the hallway. The rest of the apartment was much bigger than the small bedroom he was in--the wall covered in photo's and a living room, kitchen, family room and at least another bedroom. She stopped in front of the end door.
"Oh!" she said, hitting herself slightly. "Nakasone Hanae, but the way."
"U-Uzumaki Naruto," he said cautiously, in case she didn't know who he was, still eyeing the other doors.
"Nice to meet cha," she said peppily, before pushing open the door. "Like I said, take your time!"
And then she closed the door.
Naruto didn't know what to think.
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Hanae's hands were trembling as she closed the door and leaned against it. She wanted to pat herself on the back for not randomly grabbing something and plowing it through the blond's skull or something.
This…might be harder than expected, she thought, peeved, before walking into her own bedroom. She had stuck 'Naruto' into the only guest bedroom of the mildly large apartment. It had three bedrooms (a master, her's and that guest,) and about four other rooms, but that was it.
It was too big for her, really. She sighed and slunk back on the bed, before strapping off the armor and placing it carefully on the floor in the barely-can walk-in closet. Like. She could go two steps in there, and hit a wall. She pulled out an old black t-shirt that wasn't overly girl and a pair of boxers (no, she had no idea how that got in there,) before laying them on the bed.