Hey guys! Well since I'm in such a Kakashi fan-girl mode (come on, who can't be?!) I decided to write up a story on him! Um.... I'm hoping it's good! So review!! PLEASE! *grabs kunai* come on review.....
By the way.... the title of the story... yes I just couldn't find a better title so..... :P
Anyways! Haha, I wasn't sure what to put the story in... as there is a little (I say little) bit of blood in the first chapter! Don't kill me..... I have kunai's...... and I have Kakashi's book! Don't make me burn it! It will upset Kakashi....
Kakashi: So YOU'RE the one who took it! Gimme back my book!
Me: No! *hides book*
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"Kakashi, behind you!" a voice screamed. It was broken, distorted by the howling wind and rain that thundered down. The very same rain that mixed with the dirt on the ground, making it slippery and dangerous.
Kakashi spun, bringing up a badly scratched kunai in front of his face, just in time to block another kunai as it plunged down towards him. The attacker waster little time to recover from the failure, his other hand thrusting around. In it's firm grip was a sword, but no ordinary sword. It was a set of blades, sharp edges jutting out from the one handle, with the ability to rip a man's skin off or open it completley. Kakashi had already seen it happen, to another Jonin who was unprepared and didn't know about the weapon until it was too late.
The night was dark, hung thick with the storm clouds that threw down the rain. Lightning cracked in giant white whips across the thundering clouds, making the battle that was taking place miles below the turmoil in the clouds more deadly and dangerous as the rain obscured everything.
Hair soaked, falling in white clumps down in front of his face, Kakashi gave a quick sweepover of his immediate area. His sharingan eye picked up on everything around him. The shadowed forms of both fellow Leaf Jonin's and the enemy. They were like shadows themselves. They had appeared out of nowhere, coming as suddenly as the rain had begun to fall. It could have even have been one of their jutsu's, the storm had slipped in across the sky quickly.
The ninja they were fighting against were fast, and strong. The group of Leaf Shinobi had been asked to go check out a report of a village that had been ransacked and burned to the ground by a rogue group of ninja. They had taken precautions that the group was large and deadly, but truthfully what they had run into meant they were far from prepared. Somewhere en route they fell into an ambush.
These ninja weren't just any bunch of rogue ninja. They were picking the Jonin off with ease, splitting them off and taking them down. The ground was soaked with blood and rain, trees toppled as bodies were thrown. Nothing could be heard though, only an occasional cry over the hissing of the rain, the roaring howl of the wind or the thunder and lighting's scream from above.
Pouring rain made a curtain around Kakashi, making sight near to impossible. If not for his sharingan, or hand pressed against the ground to feel the oncoming vibrations, then he might have been dead long ago.
Fellow Jonin, Might Guy, Kurenai, Asuma, and Iruka, as well as many others, were all locked in combat with the mysterious rogues. Each one was holding their own, only just though. After they had first stepped out into the open clearing atop the Lorli mountain pass on their way to inspect the village that had been destroyed, it had become clear that these ninja had to have been at least their level.... if not, higher. S class criminals could not have been harder to fight. They were also smart, and the Leaf Shinobi had walked openly and unsuspectingly into an ambush.
The ninja with the sword made of mulitple blades came at him from nowhere, attacking from the flank. Kakashi swerved only just in time, pressing his hands together. Instantly, after performing a hand jutsu faster than most eyes would detect, there was not just one Kakashi, but several, all in a circle around their attacker. He was outnumbered, but from what Kakashi had seen, possibly not outmatched.
The attacker was large, blood splattered across a silvery grey uniform that all the rogues were wearing. On all their faces was a mask, black with a single red line slashed down the very centre and red outlines around the eye slits. None of their faces could be seen.
"Who are you?" Kakashi growled over the rain to the man.
All he did was raise his sword towards Kakashi. Amazingly, he had managed to pinpoint the real Kakashi, out of all his clones, he had found him instantly. Frowning, Kakashi yelled, "Answer me!"
"Your death." The reply was barely human, and it was filled with the sharp icyness of a frozen blade. At that exact instant the man had flung himself forward at Kakashi, sword drawn back ready to slice him open.
Kakashi jumped out the way, letting his clones battle with the ninja. It was obvious his skills, as his blade sliced across the chest of every Kakashi clone that came at him. Each disappeared within a matter of seconds. Kakashi performed another hand jutsu, landing smoothly against the slippery ground, presing one hand down. Blood and mud slickened his hand, as he pushed himself forward at the rogue ninja. Feet pounding against the ground, as lightning began to spark in his right hand. The sound of it was sharp, like a thousand birds chirping, louder than the storm.
Throwing his weight forward, Kakashi launched his chidori attack against the enemy.
What could be described was that one moment the man was there, and the next he wasn't. Kakashi's chidori smashed through a tree, cracking the bark and sending it crashing to the ground.
"Kakashi!" Might Guy called from behind, and Kakashi turned again to see Guy's outline against the rain. His black hair was matted with the rain, familiar green jumpsuit slashed and stained with blood patches where he had been struck. Guy jumped before Kakashi, a kunai deflecting the blade of the sword in the hand of the enemy. The black mask flew past him, as Guy kicked out and sent him flying back.
Turning back, Guy gave Kakashi a wink and a thumbs up. Kakashi's eyes widened though. The man who had attacked him, when Guy intercepted the attack, had disappeared again. But this time Kakashi had seen it. The man hadn't disappeared, he had performed a hand jutsu that Kakashi had never seen before, using Genjitsu to bend his form into one that imitated the fall of the rain. It must have been how they had appeared so suddenly, and why the storm had come up so quickly. These ninja hid in the rain. Almost impossible to pick them out.
The rogue coming for Guy. He hadn't seen him, only a faint outline in the rain that Kakashi could pick up on. The sword came up behind his friend, ready to strike down through his back in what would be a fatal attack.
"Get down Guy!" Kakashi yelled, throwing himself forward. He crashed into Guy, knocking the cocky ninja out of the way.
It left no time for Kakashi himself to get out of the way. At the very last second the enemy ninja appeared. His black mask gazed at him with no emotion, but behind the red slits the eyes were full of an icy hatred and glee. Rain bounced off his face, clear drops that were soon joined by brilliant scarlet red as his sword plunged forward.
The sword sank into Kakashi's front. The blades, a never ending amount of them, pierced through his chest, shoulders and stomach. The agony as they broke through the skin was unbelievable, and the blades didn't stop until they were sticking with the points just out through his back. The pain was excruciating, blood pouring as the ninja ripped his sword back, slick in scarlet.
Kakashi wanted to collapse to his knees. He would have, but he forced himself to stay standing. The surroundings became even hazier, the rain more blurry though it fell only as thickly as it had before. The pain, the numbness. Kakashi heard both Guy, and other Jonin's shouting to him, but there was nothing that they could do, and they seemed so far away.
One kick into the chest by the emotionless masked enemy ninja, and Kakashi was thrown back. It was a well placed kick, and probarbly planned. The ambush had taken place in a clearing atop a mountain, close to the edge of a giant cliff, who's bottom was far below, obscured by the dark abyss of night and distance. The rest of the clearing had been surrounded by trees, blanketing the foot of the mountains growing peak, hidden in the storm clouds.
Kakashi saw it, before he even realised he was falling, and that was why he was looking to the sky above. The edge of the cliff rushed past him, and he reached out for it. It was almost pointless though, the sides were too slippery with rain, and his hands too slick with blood.
The ground wasn't friendly when he struck it. He landed on his back, feeling bones in his legs and in his left arm snap. The pain was nothing though, mixing with the pain that each breath shot through his body. His front was entirely red, the scarlet blood washed into the ground around him, streaming off in rivlets of blood. He closed his sharigan eye, reaching up with one hand and weakly tugging his scratched and bloodied headband back down over his eye. Then his hand fell limply back to his side.
So this was how he was going to die. Broken, bleeding, lying alone at the bottom of a cliff in agony as the rain washed over him.
Everything was growing darker. Darker. All there was was the stormy sky, as thunder crashed and lighting flashed. All of it became hazier with every passing moment, until he could barely see it at all.
Suddenly there was a shadow. The figure of a person leaning over him. He almost smiled, lips turning up a little. Enemy or friend, they were too late for him. His eye closed, and then there was the black abyss.
The dark arms of death.
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A storm had appeared uncommonly fast in the distance over the horizon. Dark clouds brewed, threatning thunder and lightning, and an endless torrent of rain. There was no disappointment, as this is exactly what was provided when the heavens opened their arms up wide and flooded the land.
Syna had been caught out by the rain, halfway home from a trip to the waterfall at the foot of the Lorli Mountains. The rain hadn't touched the waterfall yet, but it soaked her through as she made her way back home. The basket of herbs she had collected had been almost drowned in the basket that she cradled in her arms, golden hair sticking to her back where her dress hung in a ragged bunched clump, sticking tight to her figure. The ground was trecherously slippery, but she had very good footing.
She was travelling by a pathway beside the edge of the mountain. Water streamed off the edge of the cliff, rolling down from the mountain higher up. The thunder crashed loudly, and the lightning cracked against the clouded sky. It was so loud, and Syna was so focused on her footing against the slippery rocks of the ground that she almost missed the thump of a body landing on the ground before her.
Syna gasped loudly, dropping the basket of herbs to the ground where it almost sank into ankle deep mud. Sprinting with precision, she knelt down at the body of the man who was now lying on the ground. She leant over him, taking in everything she could about him with her sharp eyes.
He was a ninja, and by what remained of his uniform he was a Jonin, a very skilled ninja. It wasn't the case here though. Whatever remained of his uniform was stained completley in scarlet blood, his blood, from a vast number of slashes that still leaked much blood from multitudes of wounds across his front. Coupled with the fall, which when Syna looked upwards into the rain, had to have been at least three to four hundred feet up where the next flat part of the cliff top was, the man had taken injuries that were most definatley fatal.
Syna looked into his face. One eye was covered, his left one, while the other was only just open. His silvery white hair was in clumps, some stuck to the side of what could be seen of his face, the rest hidden by a blue mask. He looked at Syna, though she couldn't be sure if he could even see her proparly, his gaze was fading. Beneath the mask, his mouth moved, pulling into a small smile. He was welcoming death, and a moment later his only visible eye closed.
"No," Syna whispered. She placed her hands out across his chest, trying to estimate the severity of the wounds. They were deadly, pierced right through to the other side.
"Hold on," Syna whispered, unsure if he could even hear her.
The flash of white lightning pulsed from the storm above, while from the ground erupted blue and green sparks.
The storm continued, the roar of the wind and the endless stream of rain that pattered down atop Syna, as she pressed her hands down onto the unconscious ninja.
"You aren't dying today."
