Disclaimer- I sadly do not own Naruto, that was not my gift in life… *sniff* darn….
Ok, this Prologue was actually originally made by my friend, but she allowed me to keep it, soooo…… Actually, I have a lot of the story already written, but re-reading it, it sucked… So I have to go by my thoughts…. *sigh* so if they suck too, blame my noggin, not me…….
Ariguato (sp? Can someone please tell me how to spell this?!?!?!??!?!?!)
Ren Mizuki
Prologue
A pair of crystal eyes scanned the surrounding area. The blond haired Shinobi drew out a Kunai from his holster, getting in a defensive stance. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his eyes running fiercely across the area, looking for the enemy. In just that same moment, two odd shaped Shuriken buzzed by, piercing into his right shoulder blade. A cry of slight pain erupted from Naruto's throat as he reached back and yanked them out, one at a time. He turned on his heel and through the Kunai and Shuriken back to once they came.
Naruto waited a moment after he threw them, hearing nothing. He stood up, letting his muscles relax a bit. He shrugged it off and turned back around. He guessed it was someone just training and by accidently through the Shuriken in his direction. He then took a few steps when he turned sideways, a Kunai with an Exploding Tag attached to it whizzed by. The blond jumped up, back flipping out the way of the explosion of debris. A load of dust was kicked up, covering the area.
Once a small gust of wind blew, the area was only cleared a bit. It was still hard to see through the thick dust. In the middle of the dusted area, stood a dark figure. They seemed to be about an average height, about five feet six inches. Naruto could just make out the figure in the clouded mess. But as soon as he saw the figure, it had disappeared. He tilted his head a bit to the side when his eyes widened. A scream of pain came from him as he dropped to his knees. He cracked open one of the ocean pools he called eyes and looked at his side, there his hand was covered with blood. There was a deep cut, about maybe five inches deep, bleeding a bit badly. But even before he could respond, a few more cuts appeared on his body followed by many stings of pain.
Below him was a puddle of deep crimson, in which he fell into. He couldn't move due to the stinging pain. An evil laugher boomed around him, making him cringe in pain. His eyes fell until they closed, his mind slipping. He was slowly drifting into unconsciousness when he heard footsteps approaching, and another pair running off.
*^*~Ren Mizuki~*^*