Ink-black hair covered the head of the ANBU with the dog mask speeding by, his gobsmacked peers (not that they knew it) barely keeping up with the speed that he was circling the enemy with, felling them one by one by two, then three, then- then there was no one left but him and them.

Ink-black hair turned silver-white, the trademark colour of a clan long gone, just one member remaining. That member standing in front of them, however impossible it might have seemed. Their friend was never around, they'd not seen him for weeks, and he was right in front of them, had been awhile.

Silver-white hair, as gravity defying as always, a clear marker to identify who they were looking at. And eyes wide, mouths open, they looked. One eye looked back at them.

Silver-white hair turned ink-black once more, and the one eye was covered up by the dog mask. He was gone in a flash, like a ninja who had fallen long ago, just the wrong colour.

Ink-black hair and silver-white hair alike, gone. Just a whisper of wind (and confused comrades) left in his wake.


This is just a super-short thing I wrote a little while ago, and I thought I'd publish it to make up for the lack of updates on TMTTE. I am, however slowly, working on that! Anyway, I hope you like it. This is a one-shot, but I MAY be persuaded to write more if I get ideas (from someone or just me), so it will be marked as complete.