Hello and welcome to my new story. Admittedly, I am nervous about starting this story. I hope that it's as good as I plan for it to be, if maybe better. This story is about the rest of the Rookie Nine coming to find out that Team Eight were the strongest of them in a different way.
I totally agree with the theory/prompt, since Team Eight are usually made out as weirdos or the quiet ones or even the weakest of all Rookie Nine; which I do not believe is true since they are just as capable and strong as the others. In my personal opinion I think that Team Eight, being a team of tracker nin, would be the most effective team in killing and interrogation since they are on a time limit to capture (or save) their target and they have to gather information to make their mission more successful whatever the case may be. They do not have time to be nice about death or fight long battles lasting hours or even a few minutes.
Team Eight are a team of effective finders, information extractors and executioners. They are not forceful powerhouses like Team Seven or destructive dis tractors like Team Ten or powerful close-quarter fighters like Team Gai. Team Eight are more than that.
Before I get anymore passionate about my favorite team I would like you all to know that this story was inspired by a one-shot I came across a few days ago (that I totally fell in love with) called Underdogs written by Hannahmayski. The story is very well written and she has other stories you might be interested in so please check the author and the one-shot out!
Without further adieu, here is the opening chapter for Killers
Disclaimer: PandoraBoxx777 Does NOT in anyway own the series Naruto or any of its other name rights. Happy Reading!
Team Eight was the strongest team of the Rookie Nine. While everyone was working on getting stronger and working on becoming unstoppable, Team Eight had become stronger and became undefeated…
Kurenai Yuhi was their teacher, the leader. She was compassionate and strict and enticing. She enjoyed dancing and going out to drink with her best friend, Anko, who was a terrible influence. Everyone saw an alluring uptight tease who could only use genjutsu and was otherwise useless. Everyone saw what she wanted them to see and so they underestimated her prowess as a kunoichi and most importantly, her ability.
But when it was time for her to lead, she was powerful and unmoving. She became loose and something more savage than anyone was used to seeing. Her ruby eyes then looked as red as the blood she spilled so carelessly on herself and they realized she was unbeatable. She mercilessly casted genjutsu over genjutsu until her opponents' minds were shattered completely and they became insane. She orchestrated many illusions which resulted into mass suicides and even more massive massacres. She watched as screams pierced the air and enemies fell to the ground in agony, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies convulsing. She had watched in interest as their blood stained her clothes and skin until they stopped moving. She surveyed her work with a dangerous gleam in her eyes and a slight crazed smile on her face. She was a killer.
Kiba Inuzuka was their powerhouse, the one-man army. He was strong and arrogant and loud mouthed. He enjoyed training with his massive ninja dog, Akamaru, and eating jerky until he was sick. Everyone saw an unintelligent, noisy, big-mouth who wasn't ever taken seriously. Everyone else saw what he wanted them to see and so they underestimated his intelligence and most importantly, his ability.
But when it was time for him to fight, he was unlike anything they had ever seen before. His happy-go-lucky grin turned into something sinister, something to be feared. He became cold and focused, and would study his opponent before sharpening his claws and charging with Akamaru right beside him. He was unmatched and quickly did away with his enemies. He fought until there was no one else standing and destroyed anyone who stood in his way; and after the battle was won, he would be coated in so much blood, that it nearly intoxicated him. He turned into something inhuman and he did so with a feral grin on his lips, blood on his tongue and a deep growl in his throat. He was a killer.
Shino Aburame was their brains, the silent trapper. He was cold and analytical and so silent that people would often forget he was there beside them. He enjoyed searching for new species of bug and was fiercely protective of all bug life, going as far as to threaten others with harm if they were careless or cruel. Everyone saw a creepy, overlooked loner who couldn't possibly have any real potential in anything else. Everyone else saw what he wanted them to see, and so they underestimated his potential, and most importantly, his ability.
But when it was time for him to strategize, he was definitely a force to be reckoned with. He used his natural silence to disappear and hide in the shadows, so well in fact that he could be mistaken for a Nara. There was an eerie gleam in those glasses that hid him from prying eyes as he fixated himself on his pray. Like the ever methodical spider, he moved so precisely as he spun his web, playing with his enemies as he trapped them in an unforgiving snare before he annihilated them. He would watch, each and every time he would watch until it was over before moving onto his next target with a hidden smirk on his blood-stained face and an excited buzz under his skin. He was a killer.
Hinata Hyuga was their sniper, the ultimate defence. She was small and kind and refined. She enjoyed cooking and flower pressing and cinnamon buns and everything a Hyuga heiress was not supposed to enjoy. Everyone saw a shy, stuttering weakling who couldn't ever possibly change herself or become stronger. Everyone saw what she wanted them to see, and so they underestimated her strength and most importantly, her ability.
But when it was time for her to protect, she became completely unrecognizable. Her gentle smile would freeze into something chilling and fake with a slight tilt in her head as she assessed you. Her eyesight was unmatched, accurate and far beyond any other Hyuga of her time; she used these eyes to take her enemies out from far distances before they could figure out where her team was located. If they somehow avoided her all seeing eyes, they would come to face her not-so-gentle fist. Her natural grace and flexibility proved itself superior of any ninja ever seen and she glided, danced, as bodies exploded and blood rained down from the skies; and she would continue dancing even after they all fell, a breathless laugh on her lips from a small rush of bloodlust. She was a killer.
Team Eight was the strongest team of the Rookie Nine. While everyone was working on getting stronger and working on becoming unstoppable, Team Eight had become stronger and became undefeated…
...and so they were to be feared.
Team Eight were not only a team of ninja trackers; they were far beyond that of an average shinobi.
Team Eight were deadly.
Team Eight were assassins.
Team Eight were Killers.