Chunin Exams; We get One Try -This is Our Only Chance!
Ogayo gosayumus, Readers! I'd like to say thank-you so much for clicking on thisss! :D My name is Ruu-Chan and this, my friends, is a little intro. Usually I won't do these at the beginning of each chapter, but I decided to this time, since it's the first time anything will be submitted ever. Oh, yeah – this is my first story. Please be nice, and like leave reviews and stuff so I know if it's good or what. :) I've had this idea for a while about creating a naruto character, who had her own background (no – her entire village wasn't massacred, and her entire purpose in life isn't to seek revenge, or even to love a cannon character. :D ) I hope you enjoy her story! Her name is Fumiko No Taki. He story begins in the midst of the Chunin exams. Her teammates are Natchi Hikoharu and Aburatsubo Narumoya, and since their all my OC's so your input would help me greatly!
The story may seem a little hard to understand at first... but please stick with I really think you'll like it! Every odd chapter starts with a flash back or a flash forward… so here we Go!
P.s. This story is rated mature just for Hidan's mouth (never mind the fact that Hidan won't be in the story for quite a while.) It's actually rated for Taki's mouth (or mouths… Haha – you'll get it soon enough). What can I say, she could give Hidan-san a run for his money!
P.s I edited this first chapter… to make it better, yeah? ( EDITED 11152012)
P.p.s Taki is in no way related to Deidara. Or Hidan.
P.p.p.s This is a disclaimer… Because I don't own Naruto. Sorry if you thought I did – I don't. Although I really wish I did. I'd kill off all the Uchihas. HA! Just kidding though, I only own my OCs. ;) ( But i would kill of all of the Uchihas. this is no joke.) You know - If i owned Naruto... but i dont.. so yeahhh.
See-you at the end of the chapter! ~Ja Nai~
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Chapter 1; A Rude Awakening!
The girl in the chair is slouched down. Her brownish-red hair hangs in her eyes, the metallic beads in her hair are the only thing that seems to stand out about her. She's been changed into prisoner's garb, the cream-colored suit covers her from head to toe. Around her ankles, are chakra-restriction cuffs, there are a set around the girls wrists as well. It was hard to locate a pair of these, they haven't been needed for a long time. The village was at peace. At peace…Until all of this.
'Did you plan the event in question, before going though with it?'
At the sound of the metallic voice tearing though the interrogation room speakers, her head rolls around and she lifts her face up, the only thing she can see is her own reflection in the mirror-like walls around her. It's obvious she's not in the best shape, her skin is pale, and she has the start of a bruise beginning to form on her left cheek.
The voice repeats its question. Momentarily she forgets about the question and is preoccupied with her reflection, she sits up a little straighter, and carelessly flicks the hair from her eyes. She glares at the speaker when, once again the question is posed to her.
'Did you have anything to do with the planning of the event in question?'
She shrugs, and yawns.
'Fumiko No Taki. This is the final time the question will be posed to you. Were you responsible for the deflection of Natchi Hikoharu, and Aburatsubo Narumoya?'
'Yeah… what's wrong with that?'
The speakers are silent for a moment.
The voice crackles back to life again. 'By what means did you persuade them to join you?'
'How dose anything in this town get done?,' her voice grows cold, ' I made them.' She's sitting up in her chair, but her head is resting on the back of the chair. She's staring defiantly up at the ceiling.
The voice prods again, 'You used force?' at this the girl smiles and scoffs.
'Yeah,' she drawls out the word sarcaticly, as if relishing in its entirety.
The voice again, 'How were you able to receive admittance into the exams?'
'I forged documents, stole headbands, formed an alliance with Takigakure. Seemed like a good village… nice strong name, Eh?' she cackles at her own joke; the village shares her name, she continued in a bored sort of way, 'It was just too easy, as if they were asking for someone to fuck with their exam!'
The voice is quick to reply, as if it's speaker had lost all composure. 'You are not a genin; you had no right to enter that exam.'
At this the girl twitches, a subconscious thing really, out of anger. 'Really? Really… WHAT RIGHT?' she's yelling now, her voice is bouncing off the mirror plated walls. 'I was born with this Kekkei Genkai, and I have no RIGHT? I didn't choose to be born like this, and neither did anyone else in this damn village born with a Kekkei Genkai!' at this point she's wringing her wrists in desperation to get out of the cuffs. 'I'm just the first one to stand up to you mother-fuckers!' with this she kicks back her chair, causing the mirror plated ground underneath her to shatter. She's able to pull one wrist from the chakra inhibiting cuffs, as she struggles to get her hand out from under the smashing weight of the chair. As she dose the voice composes it's self and asks yet another question.
'How often do you practice jutsu? Dose anyone help you execute jutsu?' this question is posed by a slightly different voice. It's tone is lighted that the other voice, or perhaps it's just a speaker malfunction. This room hasn't been used for questioning enemy shinobi for sometime.
'All the time baby!,' she continues to speak as she forms a hand sign, and uses a highly acidic form of saliva to melt the other cuff off her writs. ' Why would you think anyone is helping me… It's just me and my lonesome.' She smiles as the cuff drops off with a quick snap – and a clatter as it hits the ground.
The voice seems completely composed not worried at all about the fact that the girl has now escaped her handcuffs. She begins to stand up, and the voice prods again.
'I see here that you have a record of disorderly and violent behavior, why do you think this is?'
She begins to work on her ankle shackles – the work is much faster now that she had two hands, 'What can I say…my mother never loved me?' she pretends to cry. Loud and obnoxiously theatrical wails. 'Wahhh-ahah, my momma never loved me!' she composes her self and gets to her feet, now completely free of her bonds.
The audio is momentarily filled with a buzz of static, the microphone being switched a third time maybe? And a voice with a much younger tone takes over the questioning.
'Why did you do this?'
The girl seems to blow off the question entirely, preoccupied with finding away out of the mirror like holding cell. She treks around the small shelter, peering as the seams in the mirrors where one ends and another begins.
After several minutes of silence she finally answers the question.
'Because I wanted to be a shinobi.'
She then smashes her arm through a mirror and pulls out the audio and video feed wires to the monitors in the questioning room, thus halting the questioning process.
Meanwhile in the questioning room…
The man in the doctor's coat watches the screen go spotty, and then fail completely; the last thing he sees is the defiant brunette's glare directly into the camera. (How she knew it was there was beyond him, maybe it was just a streak of luck)
He turned to the younger boy behind him, 'Natchi, what did I tell you about asking vague questions? It looks like you have made her angry now.'
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'Damn –'He swore in his head… true – he wasn't found of vulgar language, but considering the circumstances he'd make an exception to this rule.
He had gotten separated from the rest of his team. They'd agreed to stay in touch, with help from the communication devices that they had stolen. His had short-circuited a few minutes ago, and had left him with a nasty ringing in his right ear.
Now he was alone in the Forrest of Death – during the 2nd phase of the exam all alone and he had absolutely no clue where the other two had gotten off to.
This time the exam was closely associated with the year before it; mostly due to the fact Kohana had been left reeling after the invasion by Suna & Orochimaru. After all, Last year's exam had been canceled halfway through the 4th and final round.
Last year's 2nd phase of the exam had been to work as a team and acquire a set of heaven and earth scrolls; This years had been to have each person on the team to acquire a set of yin and yang scrolls. Clearly, they hadn't had much time to rethink their testing strategy,' he thought to him self as he backtracked what he thought was the way he'd come from.
Taki, the sensory ninja on their team, had noticed another team's chakra earlier and she had suggested they split up and try to ambush them.
If his receiver had been working properly, they would have been fine - but the crappy second hand receivers they'd taken from some black market shop, had conked out and left him in this predicament.
As he traversed the gnarly tree stumps and roots that seemed to cover every inch of this part of the Forrest, he focused on listening to the sounds around him. There were a few birds far off – and other than that the Forrest was virtually silent. Light filtered through eerily, painting the Forrest in a light golden hue. If he had to guess a time he'd say it was a few minutes past 6 o'clock since the sun had just rose. It was early morning and they had been awake all night, Taki and Aburatsubo had somehow convinced him that a nocturnal sleep patterns would benefit their chances of catching another team off guard.
Walking for a few more meters he noticed that he was close to the place where they had originally split up, he stopped at a large distorted tree that looked as if it had been splashed with something highly acidic. He remembered this. He made his way around the base of the tree to the other side where he used kunai to climb its length until the first branch was available. He ventured out onto the skinner part of the limb as fare as he dared. He might be able to see the others from here, he thought looking down through the bare spots in the branches that made tiny skylights onto the open area below. They also might be able to see straight above.
He crawled his way back to the intersection of the trunk and the branch and leaned his back onto the tree.
It was hard to tell which way his teammates would have gone from here. The team they had been tracking was far off, but there was still a chance that they could have somehow sensed them.
He pondered what his team mates would have done in this situation.
Aburatsubo was a tall, lanky boy with dark purpleish-black hair tried back into a high samurai style pony tail. He wore a pair of thin rimmed glasses – and was often the quiet voice of reason on the team. He came from a clan with Kekkei Genkai – he was able to dissolve his entire body into a smoke like compound and elude attacks. He was the long range fighter on their team. He fought with a medium katana striking quietly and effortlessly. It was harder for him to keep his bodily appearance normal, than just to dissolve into smoke, in fact the end of his pony tail dissolved slowly into a stream of smoke – he also smelled faintly like something was on fire.
Aburatsubo would have just continued on as if nothing had happened – and magically showed up with his creepy sense of direction, looking as if he hadn't just trekked through a nasty Forrest.
In contrast the boy leaning on the tree wore an expensive looking yukata and looked as if he had been dragged face first through a patch of cactus. His blonde hair was mussed and a sheen of sweat dripped from his brow. He had scuff marks on his face and dirt on his clothing. He was the team's medic/long range member. He was an ace with weapons… mostly the throwing kinds, like kunai and shurdiken. He worked part time in a hospital and picked up medical jutsu easily enough. Strategy and traps were his specialty, so being lost in this damn jungle really wasn't agreeing with him. He had slumped over and was catching his breath – he really was tired.
He told him self he was just resting his eyes but soon he began to flutter into the realms of sleep. He was thrown harshly back into consciousness at sound of a twig snapping near by. He kept his eyes closed though – letting on that he hadn't heard the sound. He strained to hear anything else, but now the forest was silent.
The woods seemed to be holding his breath. In situations like this was it best to run, or just to attack first. Maybe it was better to wait it out – perhaps they hadn't even known he was here. Or God - maybe it was just a chubby squirrel that thought it could venture onto the skinny branches.
Just as he had convinced him self that it was nothing more than a weight-challenged squirrel, there was a rustle; a very large and substantial rustle at that. And this time it sounded closer… and it sounded like it was directly in front of him. Last time the snap had come from the right side but far off. This time it was much closer. He tensed. It was now or never.
He sprang into a couching position, a double-bladed-kunai already in his hand. By the time he had gotten to his feet their was no doubt in his mind that the sound he had heard had come from a person. When he had moved he'd heard the light swish of someone jumping to another branch. They had jumped closer to him – but they didn't need to know he knew that.
He scanned the area around him; his attacker was in once of the trees for sure – they were at least 50 feet off the ground. He focused on the spot where this invader had been; A tree off to his left that was filled with dense greenery. If he was right about the spot where they had been before he jumped; they had jumped right …
There.
He hurled his kunai into the precise spot where he had known his attacker was all along. He heard a slight gasp, and guessed he had hit his target. The kunai he used were special – the knives were attacked to chakra. He could have aimed twenty feet away from his target and still have hit them. The joy of hitting his target was short lived though – as soon as the weapon found its mark their was the sound of something hurtling towards him. He turned to see a smoke bomb go off. He rushed into the smoke anticipating the attack and using the smoke against his attacker to cloche his own location.
Inside of the smoky cloud it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. The thick smoke began to catch in his throat. He knew this smell; it was a spicy incense smell that belonged in a temple.
He ran out of the smoke cloud and was barreled into by a dark shape descending from the branches above. The attack hit him square in the chest, and caused him to be smacked backwards into the ground. he braced for the impact of his body hitting the dense wood underneath him.
'Rarhhh!'
He opened his eyes to see the twisted features of a demon dropped down from above him.
He involuntarily let out a small yell – and lunged backward, his foot catching on a knot on the tree. He fell onto his back. The thing dropped down from the branch it had been suspended upside down on. This only caused the thing to laugh.
The mouth was too wide for the face and stretched open in an almost comical way. A lolling tongue hung out a mouth lined with fang like teeth. It's face was hunched over him.
The thing leaning over him and laughed manically. The laugh started off quiet and grew into something that seemed to cut through the silent forest in a matter of seconds – disturbing a flock of birds that flew off above head and lent their shadows to the growing terror building in the boy's chest.
And then like a switch had been thrown, the things laughter changed turning from ear-splitting and insane, to a lighter laugh filled with actual joy at the boy's fear and embarrassment.
Only as it reared back on to its haunches did he realize; he inched forward and flipped the mask up and off the girls face.
Underneath the mask was a face he knew well.
'Natchi! You- you should – you should know better – than ta'-' the rest of her sentence was nearly incomprehensible between her fits of laughter.
Behind him he heard the footsteps of his other teammate. Natchi felt weirdly happy and pissed off at the same time.
His teammate Aburatsubo walked past him, now back in his solid from, and crouched down next to Taki, placing his hand on her shoulder to steady her.
'Taki-san, pull it together. It was funny but this is not the time to be laughing.'
Natchi sputtered for a moment. Finding him self at a loss for words was a real rarity. He couldn't decide who to yell at first.
'Abura – he fell asleep in this fucking death trap! You – can't – can't blame me for wanting to ruff 'em up a little, eh?' still fighting back fits of giggles. But at this point she was wiping her eyes in an attempt to settle down.
Aburatsubo smirked a little at this. He then turned to Natchi.
'Your alright. Just a little shaken up, then?', he said smiling in his weird way, as if this was something he happened to deal with all the time.
At this point Natchi seemed to find his voice.
'Yes – I'm fine despite the face that that little freak just bolted out of the sky, nearly concussed me, and gave me a heart attack!'
'Well then –' Taki said extending her left hand; the palm of which was obscured by a mouth-like opening that she used in battle to drain her enemies of their chakra; ' No hard feelings then?'
Natchi glared at her hand as if it was the cause of all of his problems – and then again it was. She continued to extend her hand, waiting for him to shake it.
She seemed to realize that he wouldn't be forgiving her anytime soon, she huffed and retracted her arm.
'Oh, come on it was funny – and besides you should be glad we found you.' She said, 'We could have just let you wander around until you were attacked by another team. And they wouldn't be so friendly.' She continued ranting but Natchi was distracted by something.
When she retracted her arm, he saw up her sleeve of the matching coats they had bought before entering the chunin exams. Then that Natchi noticed that her hand and arm were stained with a rusty brown substance; which from working long hours in the hospital he knew could only be dried blood.
Aburatsubo and Taki had begun taking about where to make camp for the day when Natchi interrupted them.
'Well, how'd the ambush go, guys?'
They both stopped talking at once. Taki looked to Aburatsubo.
He was the one to explain it.
As soon as Natchi's communication device had shorted out, they'd run into the team they were tracking, and were taken off guard by the absence of their third team mate. They'd had a hard time taking on the team. Taki had done double duty, and taken on a taijutsu specialist and a weapons specialist. While Aburatsubo tried to avoid attacks from a ninja with abilities that would block charka his chakra – thus stopping Aburatsubo's jutsu. It was clear when Taki and Aburatsubo had encountered the other team; they would have needed Natchi in order to beat this team. And they had retreated, they had barely escaped the other team, but Aburatsubo had assured Natchi that they were both alright.
After Aburatsubo had finished explaining, Taki had stood up and stretched her left arm over her head.
She then did a little spin, her arms flying out to her sides, and then threw her left hand into the air. She did a little bow, and snapped twice shouting, 'Olé!'
Taki was always dancing and trying to lift their moods with her antics.
'We should keep moving – I can only hide our chakra signals for so long. Let's put some more distance between our failed ambushe-eez,' she said looking at Natchi still seated on the ruff tree branch. ' – eh?' She started walking away. Aburatsubo nodded and when to help Natchi up.
'Try not to get lost again Natchi-san.' Aburatsubo said to his teammate, extending a pale hand.
Natchi refused the other boy's help, and pushed him-self into a standing position. 'You don't have to lecture me,' he said brushing off his yukata, 'I know this is our only chance, & I'm not going to be the one who messes this up.'
With that he took off in the direction that Taki had gone. Aburatsubo sighed, pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and followed after his teammates.
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HAHA! Did you get my joke about Taki's Mouths? because she has them in her hand!? I am so funny.
~Ruu-Chan