'Ｆａｋｅｒ 偽り者 ' {Naruto Various}

' 3 '

The two stared at each other, (Y/n) hands gripping at the shirt balled up in his fist.

"What do you want, Akatsuki?"

From the moment the intruder showed up, he knew he would be trouble considering that he wore the in-famous Akatsuki Criminal jacket.

He's heard of them from all around so far through his travels, the group moved fast and were very 'lively' about their work.

(Y/n) had came across many of the aftermaths from their attacks on other villages, and truly it was a gruesome sight, but nothing he wasn't used to seeing.

". . . Please come with me, (Y/n)"

"No."

"Come with me, or else that 'group' of yours will be put in danger"

(Y/n) stiffened as a growl became audible, shoulders tensing as he snarled a reply.

"What do you plan on doing to them"

This wasn't a question, it was a demand for answers.

"I won't be doing anything, but I'm sure the 'others' have many ideas in mind"

The intruder's eyes flashed red, threatening him.

In a sudden flash, (Y/n) had yanked the intruder from the window and pinned him against the wall by his neck.

"And if you didn't return, would they worry about sending reinforcements?" His grip tightened on his throat as the Akatsuki's hand tried to pried the hand off his throat, gritting his teeth with a grunt of discomfort.

"I-if I didn't return or without you then they would go with their backup plan, destroying the village to get to Naruto"

(Y/n) furrowed up and dropped the Akatsuki to the ground violently, "I'll go with you for less than a week, I do not care if you want my body for the reward money or if you plan on me joining, but I will be staying and leaving as I please." He bittered as the intruder coughed violently on the group, holding his throat to try and alleviate the still lingering grip.

(Y/n) watched as he tried to regain his breathing again, feeling a bit bad due to being a bit too violent with him, then again he did threaten to destroy the whole village.

Then again, it was somewhat pitiful watching this man in so much pain from a simple action he did.

(Y/n) just wanted to have an upper hand in the situation, seems like he allowed his old self to crack a bit, exactly what he didn't want.

". . . hurts?. . ." He knelt down next to the intruder as he looked up at him somewhat confused.

"Does your throat hurt?" He asked, moving the Akatsuki's hand away from his throat to run his own calloused fingers over the forming bruising marks. "Damn" He muttered.

God, was he really that rough with him?

Then again he only knew how to cause pain, not how to heal.

". . . It stings a bit is all" He replied, averting eye contact as he wondered why his basic sharingan didn't work, that put him on edge.

"I didn't meant to hurt you so badly" (Y/n) attempted to apologize, only for the 'sorry' to sound rather plain and monotonic.

A quiet waved flew over the two of them,

"I'll write a quick note and we can go, I don't have much to bring" (Y/n) said as he stood up.

He pulled on a tight black shirt and his cloak, slipping into the inside pocket of the cloak his butterfly knife for any sort of emergency, but he doubted he would use it since he recently had been using his abilities instead.