The Red Sun Rising.

Prologue

Footsteps echoed down the dark, damp passage that lead through the basement. Heavy rasping could be heard coming from a shadow moving slowly, struggling to move foreword, struggled to keep going. The low lighting hid the appearance of the shadow, effectively hiding them from the rest of the world. However one could tell that this…thing…was male because of the deep, heavy, rasping breaths that left his chest. One could also tell that this man was not in the best of health, a foul stench rolled off of him in waves, and he had an awkward gait when he walked.

As he reached the end of the hallway He placed his boney, pale hands on a large iron door. Seals have been placed on the heavy door to permit all entries for those who where not allowed to enter. The symbols of the seal appeared, at first it was just the outline of their shape, but seconds later they began to glow a light blue, and then to a green when it decided to grant the man entrance. Locks on the side of the door clicked as they unlocked to give him entry and with a heavy, metallic groan the door slowly swung open letting light pour into the stairwell that it guarded.

The broken, almost disfigured man stepped into the light, and his grotesque form was easy to see now. A disgusting grin formed over his features as he thought of his success. His teeth were brown from decay, lack of care, however most of them were missing. His skin was a translucent, sickly white color. It looked like someone tried to cover him with a thin sheet of wax and then stuck him into a extremely hot room. The hunched man's hair was in untidy, unkempt patches that were scattered around his scalp. It was thin and covered in dandruff; the paling black color was hardly distinguished.

A dirty white lab coat was draped over his hunched form. It stank of decay and other unnatural substances that he worked with daily. Red and brown smudges accompanied the foul smell, and it didn't take much imagination to figure out what the wet smudges were. The white was hardly noticeable, and the only way one could tell it was white at all was from the patches the grotesque liquid couldn't reach. Underneath the dirty garment were more unclean articles. His shirt was covered with more unknown substances, and one could barely tell the thing used to be green. His pants were a brown, slowly turning black. And to complete the dirty package a pair of black-rimed glasses sat upon his small nose, and the right lens was cracked down the middle with another chip trailing to the edge.

The man fumbled and stumbled through the large compound. His unsteady gait was determined to reach their goal. Doors and hallways lead in all different directions that lead out of the huge central room. He walked with confidence to his destination, showing no fear of getting lost. He stopped in front of a large, gold painted, wooden door. The golden paint was to give the large door the illusion of importance, however it was proof the creators of the large complex were either to lazy to build one or buy a door that would be appropriate.

He tapped on the door three times before taking a few steps back. The doors began to swing open slowly with a groan and a creak. Revealing its contents to the man before them, they showed an office. Bookshelves lined the walls, and both old and new books filled them. A large, red oak desk sat at the end of the room, centered with the door. A large swiveling chair, with red fabric faced the large window that shown the view of Amegakure.

"What to you want Rothrock?" A voice vibrated from behind the chair. It was highly masculine and sly. Showings the sings of a truly intelligent individual. Thunder boomed in the distance as another storm began to brew. Seconds later the room flashed white when a streak of lighting shown itself for a brief moment.

"I am done with the preparations, and we are waiting on or orders to enter the final stage." Rothrock hissed. "We are ahead of schedule, our client should be pleased."

"Good." The cruel grin was almost audible from his tone. "Then we will proceed. You have my orders, and I have mine. He wants it by the end of the week and we must supply it. But by the sounds of what you just told me we should have it done early."

"Hai, Nero-dono." Rothrock sneered. The filthy man looked down for a moment. One could say he was thinking. After a few seconds he looked back towards the large desk. "What do you want to name the project?" The chair swung around to reveal its master.

Nero. The leader of the science district. When someone needed something special, he was the one they turned to. He made anything requested and worked for anybody. He was a neutral party one could say. Though he worked for a high price. Nero had well-kept, raven black hair. His bangs fell just above his amber eyes. His hair was messy but not in a bad way, it made him look dangerous, almost animal like. He wore a black suit accompanied by a black under shirt. Nero was the opposite of the small man before him. His porcelain skin made him look almost breakable; a misconception that would cost someone his or her life.

His reputation preceded him however. Nero was only known to those brave enough to look and was only asked to work by those brave enough to ask. He was a very powerful man, however he was young. A trait most frowned upon. Even though he was young he had a great sense of loyalty. Once he was given a job he stuck to it to the end. He never stopped until he was done, even if the job was stressful, long and hard he only seen it as a challenge and proceeded to get more money for his success.

He raised an eyebrow at the small man standing before him. He learned to see past Rothrock's appearance and used him only for his genius. Rothrock was good at what he did, and many did not know the small man was only about twenty-five years old. His vulgar appearance was from his constant self-experiments and the dangerous chemicals the man was determined to use. "What gender did it turn out to be?"

Rothrock answered to no hesitation. "It's female."

Nero closed his eyes to think. He found it calming to enter the crevices of his mind to find the answer he sought. After a pause long enough to be dramatic, he look up and uttered a single word.

"Akuji."

Rothrock gave a disgusting grin, and preformed a polite bow. He turned and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind him.