Disclaimer: No, I don't own any part of Naruto...frak. (Please note that this disclaimer is valid for all future chapters. I'm lazy like that.)
This is my first fic and the idea has been bouncing around in my head for the past few days as I work on my longer story. I'm currently working on a much longer fic, but ideas are slow and this just sprang up as I was thinking of ideas. I might add other ANBU stories as inspiration strikes me.
ANBU Operations
Mission #: 082785A:A
Five shadows silently observed the moderate sized house on the outskirts of a town south of Konoha.
Intelligence had reported that the man who owned the two story house, and the six thugs who guarded it, was an ex-Konoha chuunin who had been dishonorably discharged for insubordination. Apparently he still harbored resentment and was planning to kill the Godaime Hokage. He was a small fry compared to some of the other would-be assassins, but he was good with words and had found some source of money.
But even a small-fry with a well placed needle, coated with poison, could kill if he had the right resources and planning.
That's why ANBU Squadron 3 had been given the mission of eliminating the potential threat.
They started by observing the house in which he lived for two days, taking in routines, layouts and forming a plan. They agreed to start at 0059 hours on the third day, one minute before the guards changed watch.
The first two guards, standing guard outside of the front door didn't even know what hit them.
In a perfectly timed move, four shuriken arced from around the sides of the house. Two of the shuriken lodged in their necks, severing their vocal chords, while the other two punctured their skulls, killing them instantly.
Before the bodies dropped to the ground, two of the operatives appeared next to them, grabbed them, and then leapt away with the bodies.
Once the guards were removed, two more black ops took up positions crouched next to the door. They waited until the two replacement guards opened the front door before they struck.
Shoving kunai into the base of their skulls, they too grabbed their victims and leapt away to dispose of the bodies.
The moment they cleared the door, the last ANBU, the Captain, rushed through the door.
He quickly leapt up the stairs, completely silent. The moment he reached the top he crouched low, scanning, his hand on the hilt of his black-bladed ninjato, before he cautiously crept towards the hallway. He listened as the last two guards talked as they exchanged places before making his move.
One guard started walking towards the corner the Captain was hiding behind, so the moment he rounded the corner a hand was clamped over his mouth and a knife slashed across his throat.
The black op waited until the man was dead before wrapping a cloth around the neck, to minimize blood, and then set the body down.
By now, the captain knew, the other members of his squad has taken up positions around the house to ensure nobody accidentally stumbled upon the mission, and to provide back-up incase something unforeseen happened. But it was very unlikely.
Using a small mirror, the ANBU peered around the corner at the last guard, standing outside his employer's door. He then reached into his weapons pouch and pulled out two shuriken.
After one last glance into the mirror, he sent the shuriken around the corner with a flick of his wrist. The moment they were within three feet of the last guard, the Captain raced around the corner. He arrived at the corpse before it hit the ground, the throwing stars lodged in the man the same way the first two guards were taken out, and caught the body before it hit the ground. He gently lowered the body to the floor and then pulled his shuriken free.
Pressing himself against the door, he could hear his target snoring softly within. Not wanting to wake the target prematurely, the operative instead made a half-ram seal and then sank into the floor. He reappeared on the other side of the door and then pulled out his ninjato.
The sound of the matte-black blade leaving its sheath must have awoken the target, because he suddenly sprang up, knife in hand.
But that's all he did, before a line suddenly appeared across his neck.
The body and the head dropped away from each other and landed with a dull 'thump' as the ANBU Captain wiped off his sword and then sheathed it.
Pulling an item sealing scroll from his equipment pouch, the black op walked over to the severed head and calmly proceeded to seal the evidence of the kill into the scroll. Once done he gave a whistle and the two operative that had taken out the first guards shunshined into the house. Each one removed a guard while the captain picked up the target's body. Then, with a burst of speed, they disappeared.
The whole attack took less than three minutes
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A few hours later, Tsunade walked into her office. Settling into her chair, she found a sealing scroll and a note on her desk saying: "ANBU 3, Mission successful."
A/N:
Well here it is my first fic. Please review and leave any thoughts you might have. But so you know, any flames or just plain insulting reviews will be promptly ignored. If you hate my work, please tell me what I'm doing wrong so that I might be able to improve. But I can't please everyone so if all you're going to do is write a scathing review, I ask that you find a better use for my time and yours.
