"Oi, I can hear you breathing. Whatcha want?" A tall girl inquired. She must have stood at five foot six, because for her age, she was tall, tall, tall. Her hair was short, fanning out into small tufts of chesnut colored strands naturaly. Her eyes, were blue, but were more like glass than crystal. They were cold.
"Hehe..." A slightly sadistic cackle could be heard, and it would make most people shiver. "Orome Akaharu."
"What of it?" The girl said.
"We're here to-"
"Kill me? Catch me? Doubtful. Plenty have tried, all have failed. It's one of those facts of life," Akaharu said as she looked at the tall man. He was a shark! Tall, gills, blue skin, fangs... Yep. It was a shark.
"Kisame, let me handle this," A voice said. Out from the other bend in the alley came a man, also tall, with emotionless red eyes.
Akaharu tilted her head.
"Akaharu-chan, I would appreciate it if you would come with us. To Akatsuki," the new man said.
"And when I say no?"
"You don't have an option."
"Fuck you, people tell me that every other day. You think I care?" Akaharu said boredly.
"If this gets into a fight, can I do it?"
"..." Silence from the ponytailed man!
"Nice."
"Fuck this," Akaharu said, folding her arms behind her head and turning around. She started to walk off. She wanted to find some place where she could get some soba.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kisame asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.
"Get lost."
Kisame grinned a manic grin. He placed a hand on the hilt of his katana, and swung it forward, hacking right beside the girl, and shaving some of her skin off.
Akaharu spun around, quickly holding her hands up in tightly balled fists. Her knees were bent, albeit, only slightly. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at the man in confusion, and in spite.
"My Samehada doesn't just cut, girl. It shaves!"
"Ok, good for you. You've successfully stated the obvious." Akaharu took a step forward on quick feet, not making a sound as she did. She quickly swung a powerful right hook at the shark-man's ribs, just hard enough to knock him over.
Or it would have been, if it had hit. Instead, the feeling of Akaharu having an arm shaved off was exchanged for the feeling of a successful strike. The sound of ribs breaking was nonexistent, and the sound of a man being forced to exhale was never heard. The sound of a man falling backwards, and the feel of a well placed hit, the rush of the wind, the skin, the bone, crushed fabric, none of it was there. Nothing. Akaharu widened her eyes, feeling dismay engulf her.
This, was Akaharu's hell.
[i]Damn...[/i]
She fell to her knees, and grasped the bloody stump that was once her hand in agony.
"Let's get her out of here then. Leader will get impatient."
Everything seemed to go black as Akaharu fainted, falling into a pool of lake red blood. Her own blood.