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Tiger, Tiger
Prologue: An Act of Disappearance
The man glanced behind, down the dark empty street, assuring himself that no one was following. He looked around, furtively, before ducking into an alleyway.
Silent as the surrounding shadows, he walked under a foreboding looking archway. He cast a long look at the street, before walking up to the gate. It was a large, iron thing, too tall to climb, and connected to the arch, so there was no going around it. Two, hefty looking guards stood by, silently patrolling the area. Inside, the man could see at least seven others, patrolling the streets of the compound.
The man pressed himself closer into the shadows, cursing his misfortune. He was too far in to back out again, and his master had lost patience.
This time, there could be no mistakes.
The man appeared behind the first guard, and killed him without a sound. The second guard met the same fate. The man pushed open the gates, readjusting his glasses, which were on the bridge of his nose.
He killed the first three patrollers without a problem, easily making it into the streets. Suddenly, a kunai was thrown. The man ducked, cursing as the four other guards ran at him.
He kicked the first man in the chest, sending him flying into the next. With a slash, he cut down the third man. The first two men were still getting up. The man smirked, and sent his blade down, stabbing them both with one swift movement.
Suddenly, he felt something slash past him, and a warm, something, oozing down his side. He cursed, turning, and slashed at his attacker's unprotected neck. The patroller crumpled, silently, his blood, pooling in the dirt.
The man looked up at the sky, and blanched. The sun was beginning to make an appearance over the eastern hills, he had wasted too much time. Wiping his bloody blade on the uniform of one of the patrollers, the man headed towards the center of the compound.
He found the house he was looking for easily enough. It was the biggest one in the compound, pure white, and with fifty guards around it's borders. The man cursed, he'd have to find another way in.
Suddenly, he spied an oak tree, growing close to the house. From his position, fifty yards away, he jumped, and landed in the uppermost branches of the tree. Silently, he opened a window, and entered the house.
He found himself in a hallway, with pictures framing the wall. He crept through the hall, his footsteps echoing through the dark passage. Looking to his left, he smirked. There was a lavender-painted door, with the picture of a flower taped to it.
Silently, he pushed the door open, and saw what he had come for. The girl was sleeping peacefully, in a large bed, on the other side of the room. The man stealthily made his way over, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
The girl's eyes fluttered open, and the man inwardly cursed. He quickly placed a hand over her mouth before she could scream. Pinching her lightly, on her collarbone, he knocked the girl unconscious. Gagging her with a small cloth he had brought, he lifted her over one shoulder, opened the window, and jumped, landing, catlike, on the street bellow.
Just as the man reached the outer limits of the city, he heard the alarm bells sound, and knew that either the girl's disappearance, or the soldier's bodies had been discovered. He quickened his pace, leaving Kohona behind.
When he reached the forest, the man jumped into the trees, and hopped from branch to branch, holding the girl tightly around her waist. Sighting a clearing, he stopped, and jumped down. Laying the girl down, he studied her features, carefully.
Her dark blue hair framed her face perfectly, deeply contrasting with her pale skin. Her rosy lips gave her face an innocent look, which only a child could contain. However, her breasts, and long legs said otherwise. She was of medium height, and skinny. She looked delicate, like a rare flower, or a glass figurine.
From all of the files he had received on the girl, he knew that she was eighteen years old. He also knew that she was the heiress of her clan. This was one of the many reasons why his master wanted her.
The man looked away from the girl. Opening his weapon pouch, which had been strapped to his thigh, opposite to his sword. He pulled out a piece of parchment, and a quill pen. He quickly wrote something, and sealed it.
Biting his thumb so that it bled, he summoned a small bird. Attaching the letter to it's leg he whispered, "My master", before releasing the bird, and watching it fly into the sunrise.
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A man opened the door, holding a small letter in his hand. He entered the dark room, and tried not to shiver, as the cold air hit him.
In the center of the room, he could see a dark figure, surrounded by a light green mist. The man bowed, and slid the letter across the floor, before exiting the room quickly.
The figure's eyes snapped opened, bright yellow and purple pupils fixated on the letter. A thin hand wrapped around the letter, long nails removing the seal. Reading it, the figure smiled, pointed teeth bearing in an evil leer. The eyes narrowed, and there was a deep, evil chuckle, that sounded slightly reptilian.
"Well, well, well. Well done Kabuto…well done indeed…"
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