A/N: Well… yep. This was inspired by the first scene in Sin City, where that guy killed that girl on the roof. Well, if you haven't seen the movie, go watch it. It's amazing. Really, it is. Actually right now on my TV a whole bunch of Hookers are shooting people. :D lol.
This was suppose to be longer damnit! I wanted it to be longer than my others… is this longer? ...nope. Oh well. I like it anyway. Hopefully you guys do too.
And, if you are reading Saint Mary, don't worry. It will be updated, just… I don't know when. I'm a little stuck, but it's all good. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I do own a headband and a CD though, so that means I'm awesome.
Assassination in the Moonlight
Blue eyes barely showed through a porcelain mask. He had no need for shadows, he was ANBU. He could have hid in an open field in the broad day light. The katana at his back was a comforting weight: his weapon that would soon be covered by his target's blood… whether he liked it or not.
He wasn't sure if he even knew himself when he put the mask on anymore. The only things that even showed Uzumaki Naruto was the glimpse of azure blue behind the white and red mask and his blond hair that refused to lay flat even though it had grown. He was Fox a respected and feared ANBU captain, not Uzumaki Naruto the loud, grinning idiot.
He saw the target coming from his perch on the branch. The target was alone—that was no surprise—eyes shining off the moonlight as they stared at him. It was as if his target knew… and the target probably did. They met eyes; the target's eyes widened, knowing those azure blues and that blond hair.
As he landed in front of the target, he said nothing. He could have been dead if the steady raise and fall of his chest hadn't given him away. His target stood frozen, knowing why he was there, whether either of them would admit it out loud. They knew, with the leafs that fell softly between them, what he was there for.
They could have fought a grand fight, leaving nothing in their path. They could have sat and reminisced about old times. They could have done a lot of things, really, but it wouldn't have done them justice. The quiet beatings of their hearts, the slight breeze, the leafs; it was horribly anticlimactic, but they wouldn't have had it any other way. After all they had gone through together a quiet ending was really the only thing that would have gave them closer. In the life of a ninja peace was something rare.
"You made ANBU," the target spoke quietly.
"You killed him," he said just as quietly.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Both of them seemed too wrapped up in the peaceful atmosphere to break the silence. He pulled the katana from its sheath slowly.
"I'm glad it was you," the target said.
"I can't say the same myself," he said, a little bit of Uzumaki Naruto showing through. Like the blue underneath the mask.
The blade glinted off the moonlight.
"Dobe."
"Teme."
The katana went straight through the target's heart, killing him slower than he wanted it to, but faster than he expected. A bond, a promise, and the peace were broken. He stared at the pale face, unmarred even after twenty years of life.
The life of a ninja was unfair. Uzumaki Naruto was still living, and Uchiha Sasuke was dead on the ground.
A/N: Um… Yeah. I like this idea. Nothing else to say. :D