Yes, this story starts out with a serious air about it, but it won't be getting too serious until later on. I'm don't usually write fanfics, meaning this is the first one I've written ever, don't be too harsh. I can't write well when it comes to characters I didn't create, so most characters in this story will be OCs, but I'll try to sprinkle in the original Naruto characters. Oh, before you ask, I'm only claiming to be Zetsu... Nothing more, so don't sue me? .
The cold night wind blew through her hair as she stared down at her latest victim. It was a child barely nine of age, barely even started his training at the ninja academy. Most murders didn't even look at killing a child, preferring to stick to more challenging prey. Children were her specialty though, and she loved to hear their childish screams for help from their parents or sensei and see the look in their face when they knew it was over. Those screams and looks were drugs for her and she was very addicted.
The murderer continued to admire her work savoring the look on the boy's face, the way the blood drenched his clothing and left his skin pale. It wasn't long until she could sense the subtle sign of chakra. Though it wasn't close yet, it was strong enough to tell her that it was ANBU. Quickly before she fled she took a trophy from her victim, a black band that he used for a bracelet, then she was on the roof of the closest building running for the villages gates.
She didn't dare slow down, though she was a murderer and a former village shinobi she'd never be able to stand up to more then two ANBU in a fight, and where there was one ANBU there were bound to be more. The only reason the ANBU where alerted so quickly was due to the fact she had been slaying children for the past week, it had taken them a while to figure out her pattern and set up proper patrols. She couldn't help but think she had spent too much time at this village; she was definitely cutting this too close.
The chakra was getting stronger and closer and she scolded herself, there was no way she would get out of here without a fight and knowing her fighting skills, there was no way for her to get out alive. She leapt down from the buildings; she needed to find someone, anyone if she wanted to ever feel the warm blood of a child's on her hands again. Forming multiple hand signs she dashed through alleys and streets, eyes searching for anyone who liked to walk the streets this late at night.
The murderer couldn't tell if she the good luck outweighed the bad when she ran out onto a street and spotted a pink haired woman nursing a baby while leading a seven-year old with long purple hair around. The little boy strayed away from his mother briefly and the murderer ran straight for him, she quickly finished her sequence of hand signs then raised her right thumb to her mouth and bit down on it until she could taste the coppery blood. She felt the black band in her left hand and hastily ran her thumb over it leaving as much blood on it as possible.
The mother's eyes widened as she saw the lady running for her older son, but with her baby in arms she didn't have the time to do anything unless she wished to injure or even kill the young pink-haired boy in her arms. The murderer ignored the woman; her target was the purple-haired boy who was oblivious to the lady running towards him as he played with a ribbon tied around his arm. The mother didn't even scream to warn the boy, she just had a hopeless look in her eye before she shut them, dreading whatever the murderer would do to her son.
There were no sounds of a body hitting the ground. The pink-haired woman opened her eyes, surprised to see her son still standing there playing with the ribbon around his arm. There was no sign of the assumed-attacker; cautiously the mother turned her head to look around. She didn't know if someone was looking out for her or she was just lucky, but her son wasn't killed by that child-murderer she had heard about from her husband and she was glad.
The boy gleefully tied and retied the ribbon into a bow on his arm, smiling to himself not even aware of the new accessory he wore on his left wrist; a black band covered in blood. He was surprised when his mother came up to him and hugged him with one arm, holding his little brother carefully with the other.
A triumphant smirk played on her lips and the child-murderer continued her mad dash for the village gates; even if she died she still had hope. As long as the boy kept that band on she'd live again and eventually be able to continue with her passion. The woman didn't even flinch when the patrol of ANBU formed a ring around her. Even though it was hopeless, the woman fought as long and as hard as she could until she was struck down. She could always tell someone how it felt to actually die, even if they wouldn't believe her.
-X-
"You should really consider going gay, Tatsu"For the tenth time that day Tatsuyoshi was on his back staring up at the darkening sky. Purple hair a mess, face grimaced in pain. Yet again he had been to busy staring as his female teammate instead of defending himself. Of course he didn't mind, he didn't care how many times he got hit as long as he could appreciate the female body.
His teammates didn't agree.
"Punching-bag! Get up!" Ataeru shouted, "Sure, beating the daylights out of you is fun, but only if you get up after I knock you down!"
"I think you hit him too hard… and I don't think we can get a replacement if you killed him" Came a softer but colder voice.
"Serves him right for staring at me like that."
Tatsu could imagine the smirk on Ataeru's face as she shrugged. Maybe he should announce that he was dead and switch to a different team that wouldn't try to kill him for staring. He sighed softly and raised his arm into the air to show that he was all right, besides the newly forming bruise on his torso. He should try to remember that the Inuzuka wasn't afraid to use as much force as possible even on teammates.
"I think you might have broken a rib!" Tatsu complained as he tried to sit up, managing to glare at Ataeru through a grimace.
"Stop complaining, it's only a bruise."
"How would you know, Tori?" he whined looking at his second female teammate, then almost slapped himself when he remembered that she was a freaking Hyuuga.
Tori rolled her eyes; at least Tatsu thought she did, it was always hard to tell with those white eyes of hers. Not only was Tori a Hyuuga she was also training to be a medic-nin, of course she'd know if he had a broken rib or not. Even though she was a dignified person Tatsu couldn't help but think that sometimes Tori may be a closet pervert, he knew that if he had the Byakugan he'd use it as much as possible.
It was a second before Tatsu realized he had been hit over the head because he had been staring again, but this time it wasn't intentional! He got caught up in his thoughts, but it wasn't like the Hyuuga wasn't nice to look at either.
The Hyuuga was pale, but not as pale as Tatsu, and she let her long black hair flow freely down her back. Like her father she wore her headband so it was covering her forehead. He had heard from his stepfather about what was actually under the forehead protector, but he hadn't seen it yet.
Only thing Tatsu hated about the girl was the fact that she covered most of herself up in clothing. She wore a loose white shirt with extremely long and large sleeves that he swore were probably a foot too long, the shirt was plain except for the black netting that started at the where he guessed her elbows lingered and covered over the sleeves. Tori wore black loose pants to compliment the white shirt, Tatsu often insisted on adding white ribbons to the pants because they were too plain.
"Ribbon-boy, you're staring again. Don't make me add another bruise to your collection" Ataeru threatened.
"I wasn't staring, just wondering if Tori would listen to my plea for her to let me put some ribbons on her! She dresses way too plain!" It was Tatsu's best excuse, and it was even partially true.
"Not you and your ribbons again…" Tori sighed, "Aren't you satisfied with all the ribbons you have on yourself? Or can't you add anymore because you have too many?"
"You can never have enough ribbons" He muttered sourly and turned so he was looking away from both his teammates. He didn't want to be hit for staring again.
People always said that Tatsu was lucky to be on a team with Hyuuga and an Inuzuka. He didn't see how he could be lucky, he was paired up with one of the most violent females he knew and the other didn't mind to see her teammate get the crap beat out of him in front of her. If he had any luck, it was bad.
"Oh, stop sulking Tatsu."
Easy for you to say, you're not getting beat up daily by your teammate.
"I give up on training today! My body can't take any more abuse! Tori, heal me" he said suddenly, breaking the silence that had settled over them, and throwing his arms up into the air.
"We've barely even started!" The Inuzuka exclaimed, clearly not noticing the darkening sky.
"I think you may have some trouble with telling the time, and we started training at 10am. That is not 'barely started', it's more like "we have been training for 7 hours'" Tatsu stated, turning to stare at his teammate.
"He's right for once, Ata. I think it's time to stop before we die of exhaustion."
Ataeru sighed in defeat, knowing they were right, "Well, hurry up and fix him, Tori. It'll be no good if he's too damaged to train tomorrow."
"You make me sound like a broken toy," Tatsu whined.
"Who says that you aren't a broken toy?" Ata responded, smirking.
"Me?"
"Great comeback, Ribbon-boy."
"You could be at least be quiet while I heal you" Tori complained. She had come forward and kneeled in front of Tatsu while he argued with Ataeru.
"You know he can't stay quiet, unless something can hold his attention for more then five seconds."
"He-hey! That's not true! I can be quiet, just choose not to!"
"Don't provoke him, Ata"
"Fine, ruin the fun."
The Hyuuga placed a flat palm on one of Tatsu's bruises. There was a quick tickling sensation and when Tori removed her hand the bruise was gone. Tatsu grinned at Tori.
"Getting better, huh? You'll soon be as good as my mother."
"Compliments won't flatter me, Tatsu. Just be quiet."
"That reminds me, Ribbon-boy. How can you be such a bad ninja when not only is your mother Haruno Sakura, but your father was a Uchiha and you were raised by the Hokage?" Ataeru asked, but there was a mocking tone to it.
"Shut-up, Ata! Having such great and famous shinobi for parents doesn't automatically make me have to be great! Plus, if you're looking for the next prodigy, look at my younger brother…" Tatsu muttered the last bit, he was always ashamed that his younger brother was already showing signs of being a great shinobi and he was only eight years of age while Tatsu was fifteen and people were already saying he was the worst in his year.
"I smell sibling rivalry, and you don't have to be so defensive. You might make people think that you actually care."
Tatsu was surprisingly quiet after that. Ata was shocked, and actually thought she had done something terribly wrong but she wasn't going ask and make it seem like she cared. Tori just continued to heal Tatsu's bruises until only a few of the small ones remained.
Once Tori had finished she stood up and looked at Ataeru. "I think we should head home, most of us will probably be having dinner soon."
That's it for now, already working on the next chapter, hope you enjoyed.
