Disclaimer: I own neither Highlander nor Naruto, and all copyrighted material within this work is used without permission. Heck, I can barely even lay claim to the plot bunny.
The Immortal Prankster
I know I'm not alone. I can feel the buzz of another immortal, but it seems muffled, and I can't pinpoint it. I draw my sword and slowly turn in place, alert for any sign of where the attack might come.
I feel a rush of air as a hand slaps something onto the back of my neck. Then, the buzz is gone, fading into the distance, leaving behind stifled giggles. I reach up and pull a sheet of paper from my neck, wincing as the tape tears out several strands of hair. It's a note. All it says is, "BOO!! Gotcha!" It's signed, "The Immortal Prankster."
I think it's time for me to move on. I never liked these hidden villages, anyway. Being surrounded by ninjas gives me the creeps.
Note: This could really be about anybody, but I did have Methos in mind while writing. Even if this ficlet is barely longer than a drabble, I'm still pleased with myself; I've never managed to finish a fic before.