Naruto: The White Spider of the Leaf

Hours passed, dragging the night deeper into its embrace. The air thick with tension, but I couldn't afford to let it weigh on me. Not now, not while Yukino's breath rattled in the silence. My eyes didn't leave her side as I worked on grinding the herbs into a fine powder. I wanted to make some liquid medicine for her next. She needed more help to fight off the poison and that would be taken in easiest.

The darkened cave flickered with the soft glow of the fire Shinichi had rekindled. His quiet presence was a relief, but not enough to distract me from my task. I could hear him now as he moved around the fire, back from a hunt. The soft snap of a twig, the rustling of the rabbits in his hands.

Shinichi didn't speak at first. He knew better. It wasn't like there was much to say.

He set the rabbits down by the fire, setting to work on them to prepare for dinner. His eyes flickered briefly toward Yukino before he began cooking.

"She'll be fine," he said after a long pause, his voice low, almost an afterthought. "You'll save her."

I didn't answer immediately. I wasn't sure I believed him.

But then again, he had no idea how deeply poisoned Yukino's body was. No idea how her body had fought off all the toxins before, only for them to resurface, fiercer, stronger.

"Just make sure you don't burn those," I muttered, my voice colder than I meant it to be.

Shinichi didn't flinch, just nodded in acknowledgment. The fire crackled between us, but nothing else stirred.

Time dragged on as the only sounds now were the fire's crackle and the quiet sizzle of meat cooking—sounds that barely registered in my mind as my attention remained solely on her. The herbs I'd ground earlier were to help keep her alive, to stall the poison just a little longer. But I knew it wouldn't be enough. It was never enough. Then, after what felt like an eternity, I took the bowl of medicine I'd been working on and went to Yukino's side again. My fingers trembled momentarily. I couldn't allow myself to falter now.

She needed me, and I couldn't afford weakness.

I leaned over her, my voice low as I placed my hand on her wrist, feeling the faint pulse beneath my fingertips.

It was slow. Too slow.

"Yukino," I murmured, barely a whisper, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. Her body was limp, her breathing shallow. There was no time left for hesitation.

I pulled her upright, ignoring how her head lolled against me, her body a rag doll in my hands. I tilted her head back just enough to press the concoction to her lips.

At first, her body rejected it—her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts, fighting the poison even now. I couldn't let it win. Not now.

I pressed harder. The concoction flowed, and I forced the meds down her throat, my fingers gently guiding her body. And so, I let my medical ninjutsu guide the process, my chakra flowing into her like a river fighting against a dam, forcing her body to accept what it had once refused. Her pulse fluttered, erratic, desperate.

"Drink," I murmured to her.

I waited.

Her breathing steadied. Finally.

She would be fine.

I glanced over at Shinichi as the firelight flickered across his face, his features tense in the soft glow. The scent of the rabbits getting cooked drifted in the air, but it was the unspoken tension between us that suffocated me.

"Since when did you start caring so much about her?" I asked bluntly.

Shinichi froze, the knife in his hands halting mid-cut as if caught in a sudden gust of wind. His gaze shifted down to the fire, avoiding mine. His hands were still, but he looked as if his mind—his mind was racing.

"Why did you jump after us the way you did?" I asked again, pressing him further. "I get why you'd do it for me, you promised to make amends for the past. But this was all for Yukino. Like that hysteria towards her? What was that about? It never struck me as though you cared so deeply for her."

"I've always felt strongly about Yukino," he said at last, his voice low, almost subdued. It was a confession that hit me with an odd weight. "Ever since we joined the Academy. We used to play together, a lot. And I... I grew attached to her."

His voice faltered for a second, and I could feel the tension in him, a heaviness that lingered long before I asked the next question.

"What changed?"

Shinichi's jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might avoid answering altogether. But then he spoke again, his words coming out slowly, as if testing the weight of each one. "You… Did…"

I tilted my head at him. "What do you mean?"

"It was when you joined late," he admitted, bitterness creeping into his voice. "It was fine at first. But then, when you started struggling, when you gave everything you could manifest to keep up with the rest of us. When you fought against your own worthlessness to crawl out on top. I saw her paying more attention to you. And it—it made me angry. I didn't know how to handle it, so I... Well, that's when I started bullying you."

The confession hung in the air between us. I didn't respond immediately, letting his words sink in. His voice was quiet now, almost distant, as if he were talking about someone else.

"I thought if I brought you down, made you give up... maybe then Yukino would notice me again," he continued, the pain in his words raw. "But it backfired, didn't it?"

I stayed silent, waiting for him to go on. He didn't disappoint.

"Yukino... she confronted me," he said, the regret in his tone unmistakable. "She tore into me. Told me I was pathetic for going after someone that tried so hard to improve himself. That I was jealous of your drive, the way you strived for greatness. She couldn't have been more wrong. I was just jealous of the fact she paid attention to you and not me. Regardless of it all, that's when she told me she hated me."

That's the reason? I'd never expected something like this. Not from Shinichi.

"I..." His voice faltered again. "It broke me. As sad as it sounds, that's when I first awakened the Sharingan. From something like that."

Wow, okay, I don't know what to say to that. I guess there are many types of powerful emotions that can awaken the Sharingan.

Shinichi continued. "I didn't know what to do after that. I stopped caring about everything... stopped caring about the Academy, my scores. And then... then the Kushina incident happened and in my anger I finally crossed the line and–attacked you. You know the rest."

He trailed off, his eyes distant as if lost in the memory. I could see the weight of his past hanging heavily on him, the shadows of regret and unresolved feelings that had clouded his every action since.

"Shirokumo, you must think I'm pathetic," he said finally, looking at me with an intensity that was almost painful. His eyes were searching for something—an answer, maybe. Or perhaps forgiveness.

I took a deep breath. "I do," I said at last, and the words felt heavy, as if I'd just dropped a stone into a still pond. "Jealousy was the main thing that drove you, wasn't it? That is pathetic."

He winced, but didn't argue.

"I was stupid," he muttered under his breath, looking down at the ground, ashamed. "I've always been stupid when it came to her."

I didn't know how to respond, but at that moment, I understood. There was no need for further words between us. We both knew the pain of regret, the weight of unspoken feelings that had never been addressed, though our paths had diverged long ago.

Shinichi let out a quiet sigh, finally looking back at me. "One more time, I want to say I'm sorry for everything. I know I can't undo it, but... like I told you back in the village, I want to be better. For her. For my late family and brother, too. And–And maybe she won't look my way anymore, but that hasn't changed the fact that I cared for her. I still care. That's why I jumped after you guys."

The sincerity in his voice was undeniable. There was no harm in trying to be better, I suppose.

"Just make sure you're ready to face the consequences," I said finally, my voice low. "Because that's the price of growing up."

"Yeah, I get that now."

We shared a meal as the rain let up, giving way to a sky filled with stars. 

It made it seem like the worst of it had passed, all that was left was finding a way to get home from enemy territory.

And truthfully, that might still prove to be an even worse experience.

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