This is my attempt of a Naruto story However, it has nothing to do with Naruto. BOOYA.
Yukimaru ran silently through the woods, his night cloak wrapped around him, concealing him into the shadows. His mask was in deep contrast to his black cloak, itself being white, in the shape of a cat's face, the mask of an ANBU. It had red whiskers painted on the side, and through the empty holes, Yukimaru stared into the woods ahead of him, desperate to find his prey. Strapped to his back, hidden inside his cloak, was his sword, Setsuka, who lay dormant at the moment.
Yukimaru quickly called forth a mental image of the map laid out before him earlier, and followed his plotted course. Landing on a large tree root, he changed his direction to more towards the left, and hurried forward. He would arrive to his position soon.
As he made his way to the edge of the woods, he felt an ominous presence behind him. Within an instant, a fluid body appeared right beside him, jumping along the tree branches with him. Setsuka had cascading brown hair, and she wore a robe similar to the cloak wrapped around Yukimaru. She looked at him contently, as Yukimaru ignored her and continued at his fast pace.
After some time, she spoke. "You do know someone's following you, right?" Yukimaru nodded. "Then…what are you doing?" She asked. She had turned around and was now jumping backwards, scanning the woods behind him. Yukimaru replied, his voice cutting through the silence. "We must make it to the objective on time. Who is it that's behind us?"
She held up a hand, signaling him to wait, as she continued to search their tracks with her eyes. "Hmm, I can't really tell, he's moving so fast. It must be Kazuya." She sneered at him. Yukimaru nodded. "Very well."
Setsuka giggled, and with a final jump, she disappeared. As Yukimaru landed on the branch of a tree, he slipped two shurikens into his hand, and as he lifted off the branch, he twisted around and launched them at a dark figure in mid-air. Within a flash, the figure moved sideways in a blur, and Yukimaru flipped upside-down in the air and landed on the side of a tree. Securing his position by siphoning Chakra to his feet, Yukimaru took out three more shurikens and fired them at the blurry figure one by one. And one by one, the blur moved at impossible angles to avoid the projectiles and at the same time closing the distance between him and Yukimaru. There was no doubt about it. It was definitely Kazuya.
He fired his last shuriken from his hand, and the figure disappeared and reappeared right in front of him. Kazuya was in the air before him, wearing his long, black slacks and no shirt, revealing his strong chest and muscular arms and red gloves on his hands. His smile was one of pure delight, and he had one black eye and one red eye, the intimidating blood-red eye staring deep into Yukimaru, and he could feel his nerves tighten. A large scar traced from his head, across his red eye, and to his cheek. "Hey, Yukimaru!" He shouted. With a sudden burst of speed, he threw a punch at Yukimaru.