𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑱𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝒀
“WHERE DID THAT LITTLE SENJU BRAT GO?”
Haruka has heard variations of that sentence before. Except Senju wouldn’t be mentioned at all. A new word for her vocabulary. All she had to do was find out the definition and she would be good to go.
Her eyes looked down at the passed out boy and wondered what he was even doing here. He was bleeding and the wound didn’t look like it was from some accident. She knew she had to do something for him before he bleeds out so much he dies. Those people are probably the ones who hurt him.
She moved her hair behind her ears and listened closely. They were close but she had some time to hide him on the other side. She bent down to the young boy and picked up his pale hand. She threw his arm over her shoulder and lifted him up from the ground. She put her other hand on his waist and started to drag him across the water.
His limp body weighed so much. She was struggling to get him over to her side of the water. She also knew she was making too much noise with splashing around which would lead them right to her. Hopefully they would mistake her for an animal instead of a human girl trying to help a mean boy to safety.
His feet dragged across the cold stones beneath the water. She felt him stir in his sleep and prayed he didn’t wake up. If he did he would probably say something snarky and the people looking for him would immediately find the two.
Finally they made it across the water with some time to spare. Haruka could hear their heavy footsteps inching closer to them. But lucky for her all she had to do was hide him away in the bushes and act like nothing happened until they left.
And that’s exactly what she did.
She gently pushed him onto the ground and rolled him behind the bushes. She made sure that he wasn’t visible in any way and felt instant relief. Well that was until she turned around and saw the trail of blood that led right towards him.
Even though Haruka gets into a lot of trouble, she is currently wound free. That way she couldn’t find an excuse for the blood. If she said it was an animal she killed, they might ask to see it. Her heart started racing. If he was caught, so was she. She knew she would die young, but she didn’t know it would be today.
She could always just run away and pretend she never saw anything, but that would be against her morals. She would never be able to live with herself if she let a poor, innocent boy die when she could’ve done something.
She could fight the men, but she’s so small and frail. And she barely got away from the guards earlier. There’s also no way she would be able to knock them out. She saw the wound they gave that boy. She’d be dead in a heartbeat.
There’s no time for thinking right now. She had to act and fast.
She rushed over to the water and searched carefully inside. She would have to find a sharp rock to give herself an ugly wound to match the amount of blood that was on the ground. She just went for it and picked up a rock from the bank.
She went up to the bush and sat down on the spot where the blood led inside the bushes that way they wouldn’t get suspicious about that blood spot.
She laid out her leg as the footsteps were almost there. She held the rock up as high as her little arms would reach and took in a deep breath. She held her breath and clenched her jaw tight as the rock came crashing down onto her knee. She had to hold back her cry with all her might. Electric shockwaves ran through her body as her knee cried out in agony with red tears. She let a few tears fall from her pink eyes to make it look real and not staged. Well it was real, but it was also staged.
Haruka’s knee wasn’t broken luckily, but it was cracked based on how it felt. She’s broken a few bones in her lifetime so she would know. Bright, red blood was gushing out of the wound and onto the grass below. She wiped the blood down her leg so it could look like she had been walking on it.
She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she just hurt her knee for some random boy she just met. Is she stupid?
She threw the rock into the water as three men stepped out into the opening.
They all wore about the same outfit. Red armour with a sword attached at their hip. They seemed dirty like they just came back from battle. They reeked too. She knew she wasn’t any better. Their faces were thin and intimidating. Their hair were all the same dark black color. Their eyes glowed red, but once they landed on her they softened and turned black.
“Aliens,” Was her first thought. Scary faces, color changing eyes, tall and lean. Definitely not human.
“What are you doing out here,” One of the men spoke. His eyes traced down from her face to her bleeding knee. His hand laid on his sword, but he wasn’t gripping the handle.
She wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. She got some of her own blood on her face during the process. She could tell from their outfits and dirt on their faces that they had just come back from some battle. It was a perfect way to find an excuse.
She sniffled while giving them a pitiful look, “I-I’m sorry...I was just running around the forest and I stumbled upon some battle field and while I was running I tripped and...” She gulped in some air while her voice shook. “I got hurt.”
Their faces didn’t change. This made her worry. Did they not fall for it? She hurt herself for nothing?
The same one that spoke rummaged around in his pocket for a second and then pulled out a role of white wrap, “Here take this.” He tossed it over to her and she caught it with ease. He turned around and the other two followed behind him. “Don’t run around here again. It’s too dangerous for a little girl like you.”
She smiled at the three strangers, “Thank you so much!”
She unwrapped the wrap and started to put it around her own knee as she watched them walk away. She waited a few minutes to make sure that it was safe to go look at the boy. She listened carefully to the world around her and noticed that the footsteps were far too distant now.
She limped behind the bushes and sighed with relief as she saw that he was still breathing. He was sweating profusely and his face showed how much pain he was in. She felt bad for waiting so long. She got down on her knees and rolled him over on his back. His face scrunched and he groaned slightly.
She lifted up his shirt to see how bad the wound got. She was never taught how to properly bandage a wound, but hopefully this was alright. She lifted his body up and leaned him against a tree so that she could wrap the bandage around easily.
Haruka hadn’t even noticed that his eyes were watching her put on too much bandage. She almost screamed when his cold hand wrapped around her wrist causing her to stop moving. She quietly yelped and watched him as if he was some zombie.
“You’re not doing it right,” He grumbled. He didn’t like the fact that some stranger was helping him out. Sure he was grateful for what she did, but he would’ve been perfectly fine on his own. She had dirt all over her face and now she had dried blood on her cheek. Her hair was all over the place and her clothes were torn. She even looked greasy like she hadn’t showered in years. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had fleas.
“At least I’m trying,” She glared at him while she tore the bandage off the roll. She tied one end with the other and handed him the rest of the bandages. “There.”
He pushed himself up on his palms, but winced while doing so. She reached her hands out to help him, but stopped when his red eyes glared into her soul. She gulped.
“You should probably go in case they come back,” He laid back against the tree as his hand laid against the wrapped wound.
“But then they’ll find you,” She sounded worried. “Let me get you home.”
He held up his free hand, “I’ll be fine on my own.”
She would say more, but she was cut off by a distant yell, “Tobirama!”
His head perked up at that voice. His eyes shined as he recognized who was calling after him. He turned back to her, “Go.” She placed her hand on the tree that he was laying on to help herself stand. She jumped on one foot until her wounded leg felt comfortable enough to stand. Without saying anything else, she turned and limped away from him. She didn’t even go back to the bread that she worked so hard to steal. Once she was gone from his sight, he turned back to where his brother had been calling for him. “I’m over here!”
He’d be lucky if he never saw her again, but inside he felt a little guilty for not thanking her before she left. He didn’t even know she hurt her leg to save him, but when he saw the bandaged leg, he felt even more grateful than before.
Maybe he should come back again to see if he can find the girl by the water.