I'm not a man of many words but I've have to make four things clear.

First: I don't own Naruto. But I own a MacBook Pro which is why I can write this fanfic

Second: I realy need a beta-reader. Lost four just didn't respond any more and my english, through not total crap, still doesn't belong to the best.

Third: This fi cis AU (at least I believe it is), cause things will be totally different from Asumas death on. What exactly is different will be revealed later in this story.

Fourth: My other story is on ice 'cause it's badly written. I'll rewrite it but need some distance from the whole thing. It's still not abondoned.

Now that this clear we can start with the story.

Hunt and Prey – Chapter 1

The Hunter Part I

Mitarashi Anko was, at least at the moment, a relativly happy woman. At least just as happy as someone could be if he or she has an evil souls-consuming tato from an pediphile snakebastard on his or her neck. Under this circumstances it was even a great day for Anko. She completed a simple assasinating-mission and even found a decent Dango-Restaurant on her way home. Happily chewing and jumping from tree to tree she thought a littlebit over her life, torture, Dango and other essential things.

Suddenly, or maybe not so sudden would be quite borin otherwise, an explosion near her current location rocked the forrest and shacked the leaves. Her ninja-training kicking in she swallowed the last Dango-ball and disapeared in the direction of the explosion, leaving only the remaining Dango-stick as evidence she was ever there.

Same place, same time, just a few hundret yards away and half a minute later she discovered the epicentre of the detonation an was shoked to the core. She was at the border of a clearence, a clearence which weren't there a couple days ado, this she was very sure of. The trees or at least theire remains of the former piece of forrest were corbonized and the rest of them literally burnt to ash. She was alarmed as she didn't knew a fire-jutsu with enough power and radius to cause this type of damage. The dragonfire-jutsu could surely burn one three to ash. One and not 300 square meter of forrest.

Anko narrowed her eys. Who ever did this should be incredible powerfull and skilled. She began to concentrate and heard the clangs of metal against something metal-like. A sword fight maybe? This could be bad as she was although cabable to fight with blades but wwouldn't have any chance against a real swordmaster as her few battles against Orochimaru had shown. Further sharpening her senses with chakra she tride to localise the fight and smelled ... grilled fish ?!

Not further wondering why the hell she smelled that she finally found the source of the fight.

As she came nearer to the noises and the smell she tried to mask her chakra as good as possible. SHe was here to investigate at least for now. Seconds later she would concrate herself fort his idea as she saw and identified on member of the fight. It was a big man with blue skin and a black coat with red clouds.

Hoshigaki Kisame the monster of the hidden Mist. Kiri Nuke-nin and Akatsuki-member. Not to mentient S-rank nin. Anko began to feel something she hadn't felt in years. Fear.

She herself was an elite-jounin of Konohagakure and easily an A-rank nin. But Kisame was one of a whole different level. And one her worst possibel oponents none the less. He was a chakra-powerhouse and master of kenjutsu. Further he had ninjutsu abilitys with suiton-jutsu who weren't seen since the nidaime Hokage.

But all of that was not the reason for her fear.

This reason was the fact that Kisame had a look of poor horror in his eys and his right arm was burned to crisp. And to burn a suiton-master was a feat for itsself.

On the other his opened seemed to be relativly unharmed. At least as what she could see of him, which wasn't exactly much. In reality she couldn't even see tidbits of his skin. The other fighter was a littlebit shorter than Kisame but still easily six feet high. He wear black ancle-long ANBU-trowsers and a loose longsleeved and black shirt. The part of his arms Anko could see were covered in bandages which endet in black gloves. On his feet he wore shinobi-boots and not the open-toed sandals and his face was covered by a blank white porcelain mask and over the whole outfide a hooded black overcoat. The hood covered his hair too. On his hip he had a blak sheath for a sword which was currently in his hands. A beautifull katan it was. Shorter than normal ones by three or four Inches. The only thing of his body she could see, other than that he had quite a toned body she wouldn't mind to explore, were his eyes. Blood-red as they were.

„So Sushi, do we end it here", asked the unknown heavy breathing but still managed to have a neutral voice.

Kisame didn't managed that feat as he answered hotly.

„I told allready at our last ten encounters to stop calling me that brat."

The unknown reacted with a snicker.

„A dead man shouldn't have to worry about such banal things."

Than it happened all realy fast. The blackhooded ninja took a new stance and his word in both arms as he pointed its tip on Kisame. Seamingly out of thin air two copys on both sides of him appeared and took the same stance. In an blink of an eye all three raced against the nuke-nin.

Anko couldn't believe it. A frontal assoult against Kisame? With a sword? That was suicide!

But she underesdimate the unknown fighter. Soon his copy had anadvance before what she believed was the original and stoped as they made vertical movements with theire swords and created allmost invissible swords of wind-chakra. Anko could almost taste the power behinde these attaks and missed almost the charging of the original sword with highly compressed futon-chakra. As the windblades connected with Samehada they were allmost instantly absrobed. Allmost.

Anko saw that the unbandaged sword showed a few fine cracks. It was still not enough to destroy the blade. Kisame took a defensive stance as the other nin lept forward.

The both swords were only inches from connecting with each other.

10 Inch.

8 Inch.

6 Inch.

4 Inch.

2 Inch.

And they connected.

The next thing that Anko saw was the blood stained shirt of the unknown nin as blood poured both out of Kisames mouth and surprisingly his sword on the ninjas shirt. Everything happened in a glance of an eye. Hand Anko blinked she had missest he spectacle as four new clones of the blackhooded ninja appeared around Kisame and drilled theire sword into Kisame at the same moment as the nin broke threw Kisames sword. The Shark man now had five timest he same ninja sourrounding him and a sword sticking in hearth, liver, kidney and both lungs.

As four of the five nins vanished into the thin air they came from the original pulled his sword out of the skarmans hearth and made a vertical move with his blade. The former nuke-nin felt down. Beheaded.

The unnamed nin sealed the head in a scroll he pruduced from behind his back and sighted deeply and long. Than he mae a mve that scared the shit out af Anko.

He looked at her.

Not just in her direction.

No, right in the eyes conecting her chocolet brown and pupilless ones with his now blue ocean orbs.

„Nice to see you Mitarashi-san."