Raven's pov

After getting changed out of the nastiest clothes I've ever had the displeasure of wearing, I promptly passed out. Not my shiniest moment, but what can you do? The chakra exhausted-- I suppose that's what you call that utter bullshit-- crept up on me like a lion creeps up on its prey. Quiet, crouched, and ready to take me down. I stood no chance against its fearsome claws. I closed my eyes a second too long, my guard down, and it took its chance. It-

"Your poetry is admirable, but you're being a... ah, what do you call it? Yes, a 'dramatic ass bitch', I believe." Kuro said, sounding incredibly smug. I groaned, cracking my eyes open. It was already dark out. 

"Wow, that was rude. Can't you see she's suffering?" Igneous gasped, offended on my behalf. I'm honestly flattered. Still, my sleep schedule is fucked sideways six ways to sunday, and what do I have to show for it? Jack and shit. I feel like I just got run over by a platoon of horses that weigh more than my life is worth. Do you know how that feels? Yeah, pretty shitty. Igneous wasn't done, however. "By the way, Kakashi has been standing in the darkest corner of your bedroom for like, half an hour."

"He WHAT?!" I shot up at what one might expect the speed of light to be, my head whipping towards the high concentration of shadows in the corner. And sure enough, Kakashi was staring at me. His silver hair glinted in the dim lighting, and he was holding a book. I squinted, my vision adjusting. Having Kuro has always allowed me to see better in the dark, but even I can barely read the title. Parenting, or something?

"Ah, so you're awake." Kakashi closed the book all casual like, as though he weren't a total creeper. "Do you need a hospital?" 

"Uh, no. I need the police. I'm like, 90% sure you're a pedophile, and you watching me sleep? Not helping your case, man!" I gave it to him straight, pulling my blankets closest to me as though they'd protect me. I can take a bitch out while I'm asleep, but I'm a wuss away. Worse case scenario, I rip his throat out with my teeth and make a run for it. Or vomit fire on him in a panic. Or, even better, turn my knee caps to metal and make sure he can never have children.

"Eh? I wasn't watching you sleep!" Kakashi exclaimed. I stared at him. He's not serious, is he? Oh, god, who adopted me, and why did anyone think it was okay? If someone could please... what's the proper term? Ah, yes. Throw me off the fucking roof, please, that would be great.

"Then why were you in the darkest corner of my room?" I asked. He paused. No answer. Right, just as I expected. Well, that's just great. He's an unaware pedophile. Just what I needed in my life!

"...Yeah, I'm betting on pedophile." I decided. He gave me a flat glare.

"Ah. We can't start experimenting with the pills yet." Kuro's voice randomly rang out in my head. It's something I'll never get used to. Just because you know someone or something is there doesn't mean you expect them to speak! Jesus fuck, these demons are trying to give me a heart attack. Which vaguely makes sense, seeing as they're... well, they're demons. And giving people heart attacks seems like a demonic thing to do.

"Wait, why?" I blurted out in my slight moment of weakness, and Kakashi's expression melted into one of confusion beneath his mask. I almost slapped myself, but Kuro abuses me enough as it is, and Igneous is most o the time no help in that aspect.

"Why what?" Kakashi questioned, seeming concerned. He opened his book so he was in the middle, and then began to flip pages. I stifled a scream, my eyes wide and my mouth stretched into the fakest, deadest smile as I mentally hated on myself.

"Idiot." Igneous snorted. There it is. The abuse I was talking about. I can't even call CPS! What are they going to do? Remove me from the household? I AM the household! 

"Like you're one to talk, Igneous." Kuro snorted. "And I've worked it out in my head, and I have reason to believe we don't have enough ingredients to make any headway."

'Fine.' I answered mentally, because fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on you. Nevermind. Time to play this off like a motherfucker. "What?" I was verbal this time, in case you couldn't gather. I felt my wounds begin to start the healing process, and grimaced. Guess the chakra exhaustion has faded out a bit. 

"I came to check your bandages." Kakashi bought into my playing off, but now I'm fucked. My skin is literally stitching itself back together at this very second. He's going to check to make sure I did my shit right in the patching up department, and is going to be surprised to see that there's no longer anything wrong. So he'll either figure out that I healed, or assume that I was never hurt at all, and that the blood actually belonged to someone else. Do I want to be painted as a serial killer? Uh, no, not really. But sometimes a sister's gotta do what a sister's gotta do.

"Shit. Too late now." Igneous whistled. I cleared my throat slightly, forcing a smile.

"No, I'm good." I assured, like a dumbass. I should've said I would check them myself. He's not impressed. He has the most disbelieving expression on his face, and I don't blame him. Pedophile or not, he's clearly trying his best hand in this whole parenting thing. And a part of parenting is making sure your kids don't get infections and die, which makes sense. 

"Just let me at least glance at it, Raven." Kakashi frowned. I held my breath.

"...I'm going to go eat first." I ended up saying. He shrugged. I'm lucky he's as laid back as he is. I'd be toast otherwise.

"If you insist, but we don't have any food in the house, so you'll have to go hunt for something. No eating the fence." He turned around and just... walked off. That was that. I stared after him. He's really going to do this to me? I'm his child. Did he forget the part where he's supposed to feed me? That's a token parent thing. Yeah, my own parents really didn't follow that one, but they were literal shit! Kakashi's supposed to be better than that!

"We could look for some more ingredients." Kuro suggested, trying to sound like that wasn't exactly what he wanted to do at this very moment and time. He ain't slick. I see right through him. Still, what else do I really have to do? I have no social life outside of possibly Naruto and maybe Shikamaru, and those two are pushing it.

I grabbed hold of the only regular backpack I own and slipped the book about medical plants inside for future reference. My stomach growled in complaint, and I huffed. Damn parental figure. So he'll check my bandages, but he won't feed me? Food is essential to the healing process! If I die, I'm blaming it on him. I'll leave a note before I go. Bring him right on down to hell with me.

I hoisted the backpack up a bit higher, still with a bedhead, and opened my window. The air was fairly cool despite how warm it normally ran during the day, but I wasn't about to complain. I've got a literal fire in my stomach. I probably look like a gremlin, hopping Kakashi's rickety fence. My hair is sticking up in directions I didn't even know existed, and I'm still sleep lagged. I've stumbled twice. Drunk gremlin? That works. I regret bringing the backpack with the book, now. I'm not saying I'm weak, but that book weighs.

My stomach gave another grumble as I walked down the road that led towards the village. Kuro and Igneous were silent. I don't think they like talking along with my stomach growls. It makes them feel belittled, and god forbid they experience intimidation. Still, my hunger pains when it comes to fire and metal are a bit different. I'm like a living forge. So when my fires and metals aren't replenished, what happens? Yeah, I go out. Like an abandoned house, but worse. I've gotten a lot of metal lately, but getting fire in large quantities isn't easy. Especially not quality fire.

"Dammit." I spat, a bit of fire wisping from my mouth in my frustration. My nose twisted, my ears pricking sensitively when I heard a footstep behind me. Fucking fuck. This is it. This is where I die. Everyone? Peace out. I'll say hi to Satan for all y'all. Pretty sure he hates both Kuro and Igneous, and seeing as we're like, a package deal, I'm probably in for an eternity of suffering. Which is fine, I suppose. Not the best, but it could be worse. Ish. Not really.

"Why are you out this late?" A cool and rather familiar voice asked, and I almost cried with relief when I saw Sasuke leaning against a tree trying to look like a badass. I could ask him the same question. "Your eyes are glowing."

Ignore that. Cool. It's a fire thing. "Just out looking for a place to grab some food. Why're you out here?" I raised a brow. I should at least try to be civil, right? Manners exist. Whether or not Sasuke has any remains to be seen.

"Hn." So a no on the manners. Cool, cool. I can shoot that shit right back at him.

"You need a bigger vocabulary." I snorted, and it earned me a glare. My stomach had to come in and ruin the moment, mimicking a whale's call without shame. I tried to hide my scowl, I really did, but it was probably pretty obvious. 

"Someone's hungry." He smirked. I don't know if you guys are picking up on this, but I'm not amused. 

"Hence why I'm out looking for food, genius." I scoffed. I was about to make another smart ass remark, but then the Hokage's words from when I first arrived rang in my head. 

'You have to use chakra and a series of hand signs to do it. There are five chakra natures. Fire, wind, lighting, water and Earth. For example, someone with the fire element would would master in fire jutsu's, and find it very hard to learn any other natures.'

My ticket. I hope.

"Hey, Sasuke." I cleared my throat to try and clear the snideness from it. I need him to not hate me. though, maybe him hating me would be better. Who wouldn't want to shoot a fireball at a raging bitch? Just FYI, I'm the bitch in this situation. Though that doesn't mean he isn't one too.

"Hn." There's his wide and vast vocabulary, here to make another appearance. Excellent.

"Can you do a fire jutsu?"

He looked surprised by the question, but nodded. I barely suppressed the feeling of victory that overwhelmed me. I just want to fist pump and whisper 'yesssss' to myself, but that's really not an option. I've got to play this cool. Be casual about it. If I act like it's not a big deal, it won't be one.

"Right, cool, super rad. I need you to do it on me." Oh god, I sound batshit crazy. The look he's giving me at this very moment proves that. So much for casual. I'll beg for it if I need to. What does chakra-infused fire taste like? Hopefully good shit, or I'm gonna be hella mad. Catch me rioting in the streets. Wait, isn't chakra a part of someone? Am I a cannibal? I mean, if it's good.

"Why?" He questioned, returning to his cold facade fairly quickly. I'm impressed with how quickly he managed to smooth his expression over. 

"Uh... You'll see. It's really hard to explain." I offered. Yeah, this'll expose my secret to him, but who's going to believe him? Me? Breathing fire? Hah! I am but a poor orphan who previously had no knowledge of ninjas or their ways. 

"Are you... sure?" He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded, offering two thumbs up for reassurance. He looked uncertain. Understandable. If I do happen to die, he'd obviously be at fault. Him saying 'she told me to!' probably wouldn't fly. Then again, he is Sasuke Uchiha, and apparently that makes him big shit around here. I'm sure an army of fangirls would rise up to his defense regardless of my death. They may even celebrate it, to be honest. I sort of suck. Can't blame them.

Seeing that I was buzzing with anticipation and clear joy, he did the hand signs. He was slow and hesitant about it, his eyes narrowing at me one last time before he shouted "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!" as though it weren't the middle of the night and there weren't people trying to sleep. I readied myself as he inhaled deep, his cheeks puffing out like a frog's and his lungs stretching past what I assume is their natural capacity. 

It came towards me, swirling into a huge ball. I opened my mouth and just sort of... sucked in? Like inhaling, but not. I don't have to chew it, but I'm not drinking it either. I'm just... eating it. It spiralled into my mouth as though my throat had become a vacuum, plummeting straight into my satisfied stomach. the heat that swelled in me would've been immensely uncomfortably and probably even painful for most, but for me, it felt great. Like hot coals sitting in the base of my stomach. Sasuke could only watch in disbelief as I sucked it all up like one slurps down a slushie on a hot day. When I was done, I burped out a bit of smoke.

"Thanks for dinner. That may actually be the best fire I've ever had." I said, patting my stomach. Now I feel tired all over again! A warm meal does make one drowsy I suppose. And Sasuke's facade has been broke, which is satisfying in and of itself.

"H...How?" He was staring with wide, unblinking eyes, still trying to figure out if he'd seen what he thought he'd seen.

"I can eat fire." I shrugged. He stared.

"No way. This just isn't... you can't... it's not--" He was at a total loss for words for once in his life, a mere 'hn' not sufficing. I suppose Kakashi had been too.

"I can also eat metal." I adjusted the straps of my backpack. His eyes narrowed as though I'd just challenged him somehow. Like he'd just witnessed total bullshit, and I was lying, and had somehow tricked him. I shrugged again. Whatever, I guess.

"Prove it."

"Have you got any disposable metal on you?"

"Hn. Here."

He handed me a kunai. Yes, a literal knife. I sniffed it. High quality, too. He's just going to give this up? Probably doesn't believe me. He's in for a surprise. I opened my mouth like the hungry little peasant girl I am and bit into it as though it were a chocolate bar. For a second time, his jaw dropped. The crunching of the metal was the only sound aside from the nightlife around us for a while, but I made quick work of the weapon. The wrappings from the handle were the only thing left. I slipped off my backpack, shoving it inside, because littering sucks, while simultaneously pulling out my book.

"Welp, thanks for that. I've got to go plant hunting now. Catch you later." I'm not worried about him telling. Who he's going to tell? His best friend, the potted house plant?

"U-Um... bye?" He blinked, but I was already gone, and heading into the village further. Now that I'm not so hungry, is that Naruto I smell?