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Kekora: You actually split the Fic?
Author: I did.
Kekora:...May God have mercy on our souls.
Author
For my first time reader, please read. This story is an expansion of my other naruto based fic, Another Verse in the Cross-Over Multiverse.
Originally this story was going to occur with original story line, but due to the size of my stories I've split it. Original the story focused on the main characters Obito and Madara.
This story will be about the 3rd great shinobi war and how it continues and will eventually influence Obito's story.
There will be no single main character!
It will go through different characters, explain there place in this world and how the 3rd great war will affect them and their homes.
For those who do know this story, I can only ask you enjoy and review. A just to keep you somewhat interested know this.
"This is not the naruto world you think it is."
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Chapter 1. Kakuzu, the Immortal Bounty Hunter: Ambush at the Borders
-Borders of the Land of Grass and the Land of Rain-
"You were quite strong. But not enough though." Spoke a tall man in an all black cloak covering almost every part of his body, hiding his appearance quite well for the time. He was currently standing on the 2nd floor of a massive building, most likely once the home a highly influential and rich noble. Its massive interior spanned over 8 metres in every direction, even height, suggesting that it was a meeting room made for the company of guests. Now though it was in ruins and barely standing with half the roof and wall of the building blown off revealing its front balcony and the main street of the village which it stood along. From the cloaked man's position he could see the rest of the demolished and run down village surrounding him with crumbling stones, smashed glass and broken wood being the evidence of this enclosed war zone now at rest.
Although wide open for attack by the exposed wound of the buildings under the bright morning sunshine, it did not matter to the man for a number of reasons.
On the ground outside and building ground floor laid the corpses of a platoon of cloud shinobi. A shinobi examining them this day and age would only be slighting surprised by how they died. Signs of massive bruises forming and bursting with blood on impact, with snapped and twisted bones either popped out of the flesh or trying to pop, only to be restricted by skin, plagued the bodies.
The work of a strong, experienced and dangerous taijutus fighter, who in true, had honed his close combat skills from well over a decade of encounters and battles. He had been through this all before.
He felt confident and safe. At the moment.
The man eyed his prey with satisfied shadowed, green eyes being the only flesh exposed from his masked face. Black vines and threads ran from his right arm's long sleeve, hiding the individual's right hand the same as the opposite arm. The hundreds of threads rose and held the apprehended leader of this squad of cloud shinobi half a meter away from the man within the air.
The cloud shinobi struggled to breath as the threads choked and constricted on his throat. His eye were anguished and of fear, revealing the teen's despair at his opponent.
'What is this monster? I have to escape!'
The taller of the two grunted a laugh. "Hmp, it's not very often I find such a prize, however small it is." He commented satisfied with what little luck had brought him. "It really is the simple things in life one enjoys the most. I come to this village to look for valuables and money, and I take all the valuables and money. I get attack by a squad of cloud shinobi, l kill the squad of cloud shinbi. Yamakatsu, a rookie Jonin from the cloud who has a C-ranked bounty on his head leads them, so I capture him. I'm in need of a new heart, and you so happen to have the heart type I am in need of replacing." He continued in content. "It may be small but money is money. And I don't need you alive for the bounty."
'No! I have to warn Yo—'
SINK
The captor quickly out stretched his left hand, piercing the young man's chest with a sicken squelch, as blood began running down the body with his spear like hand.
"So I'll be taking your heart." He stated simply as the shinobi once known Yamakatsu eyes widen in pain and fear, and just as soon closed in acceptance. The tall man didn't flinch slowly pulling the heart of his victim from its home.
'Better check their pockets too.' He thought not at all bothered by the organs and flesh trying to stop his actions. 'My luck has been good so far. I may find some goods on these shinobi.' He continued to think. For a shinobi in his position, wars and battlefield were high profitable locations. Shinobi would always hold on to useful things whether they were weapons or stolen valuables that were attained through the course of the war. And even if by some chance they didn't, selling their armours, uniforms and equipment to their enemy's would always bring in some form of income. Despite what some (who did know him) knew he had for the longest period of time and even now considered himself a merchant first and shinobi second.
He flinch at his goal, pausing his actions that were taking longer then they should have. He glared and squinted at his surrounding removing his now red drenched left hand from the floating body still in trapped by the thread from his right sleeve.
Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Went the clapping of a new man seated on the iron railing of the balcony outside the building, facing the man with unusual joy through the buildings scar.
The man cloaked in black turned his head slowly to view the new arrival, not all that intimated by it. Seeing the seated man, the thread user could only stare strangely at him, unsure of what make of him. The man before him was pale white, as if he had been painted white, with dark red hair sticking straight up as if glue in the position and a headband wrapped around his left arm. He worn a strange vest black in color but out lined with yellow and decorated with a red diamond and heart symbol with white long pants. On his right cheek was a maroon star and on the left a green teardrop furthering the man's appearance as a jester or clown.
But it was clear to the man in black, the seemly immortal man known as Kakuzu, that his man was no push over. His smile, the gleam in his eye and even the way he held his shoulders revealed the immense blood lust the man had. This desire to fight, his lusting and thrill in killing the strong was manifesting slowly and affect of amity.
'This one seems quite disturbed.' Noted Kakuzu feeling disturbed himself at the sight.
He fought with some of the best shinobi known to the world: The 1st Hokage during an assassination attempt, the 2nd Raikage and the Ginkaku squadron prior to the 1st shinobi war. Then during said war the white 10 fingers puppetmaster and the black eroding winds of the sand village. His list didn't end their either remembering recently, not long before the 3rd war started, his brief encounter with konoha's white fang and leaf blade. Those two were something else in his eyes, without doubt worthy of attaining the rank of elite jonin or even higher with their skills. Probably why it was a disappointment to Kakuzu to find that the white fang, with such power and potential, had died in such a way. Everyone was weak in their own ways he thought thinking about the white fang and those involved.
Without a doubt he fought with all kinds of fighter with different values and morals that amazed and astonished him almost as much as each of their own creative abilities. This encounter though was new to him, only further proving his idea of how war brings out some of the most interesting of shinobi or individuals. He never encountered a person of such bloodlust, that it began to feel like lust. A need of rush or pleasure that he never felt from killing intent, not that he was even sure it was.
The individual before him continued to stare with the uncanny bloodlust beginning to agitate and annoy Kakuzu. 'I know he's tough but I know can beat him'. Kakuzu glare in annoyance at the smirking individual. 'He better lower that strange killing intent. Or I will kill him!' Kakuzu thought angered at actions of the content man in front of him.
"Hm, it looks like you put on quite the unique performance." The jest started in admiration. "A shame I couldn't see it. Or join it." He said smiling with joy and excitement. "My apologies, I have not introduced myself. My name is—"
"Brat." Kakuzu started lowly and firmly, catching the pale mans attention. "I hope you have a bounty. Your very being is pissing me of!" grunted Kakuzu angered at the creepy feeling the jester's killing intent was creating. It wasn't that his angered was being generated by fear of the strange killing intent but more so in that it seem to feel above him. As if the form of killing intent had a mind of its own, saw him as insignificant compared to itself and wanted Kakuzu to know as such.
Arrogance, was word that best described it.
In his anger of being treated as such Kakuzu released his own killing intent. Many others had died for a lot more against him but this guy was no exception.
The seated mans eyes widen in excitement and shock feeling it. "Ooo, you're very strong." He said starting to somehow enjoying the killing intent of the older shinobi in front of him. "I've only every felt such killing intent from one other and he was the only S-Ranked shinobi I had ever faced. Yet your intention is at a higher level than that. Probably enough to even render genin helpless and civilian unconscious in the right circumstances." He lectured showing his own intellect as his face seemed to darken.
"Killing intent that can reach the same level as aura is beyond rare, considering that it is a weaker form of intimation." He stated as this new form of killing intent known as aura became visible, surrounding him, darkening and swelling into a dark purple atmosphere. "I can't wait to kill you."
"Hmmmm." Grunted Kakuzu becoming further angered by confidence of the brat before him and the change of colour in the atmosphere around him. He had never heard of this 'aura' before and yet from what he could feel, it was as if all his senses had picked up on a disastrous and dangerous being, practically shouting the power like a Biju's charka.
Killing intent could be used to express the experience that were faced by one and how their will as a shinobi had polished from battle. Yet this felt quite simply like, some next level shit. Like an extreme expression of one's personality, experiences, intentions and desires in a physical and yet visible form that could not be done with killing intent unless through unique and powerful genjutus's.
'Oh, he can sense and see aura without any prior knowledge or training of it.' Hisoka realised practically reading the man thoughts, his inner self squirming in extremely disturbing pleasure . 'Very Interesting, I wonder how?' he pondered in curiosity.
Then Kakuzu felt another so called 'aura' in the opposite direction of the enemy he was turned to. Turning his head and looking up calmly he could see another individual stuck to one of the still remaining top corners of the second floor ceiling and walls. This time it was a female, her feet with no shoes connected to opposing walls, her arms spread wide, her hands just below the ceiling on opposing walls also.
Looking at her she was wearing a purple dudou on her chest supported with eight straps appearing to meet on her back. She wore long, baggy, off-white colored trousers and her dark hair was styled into to horn-like bangs fastened with pink ribbons. Hanging around her neck also was a headband mirror the one around the others arm.
Her 'aura', as they called it, was visible to Kakuzu as well being very similar to the jester's with an enormous amount of battle lust and excitement. She too began to exhibit a dark purple aura, her eyes twinkling a bright purple like the shine of a predator watching its prey.
They were both tough and extremely dangerous, their aura giving away their clear goal. Which was simply to kill him.
Although surprised by this discovery and level of uncertainty that this new power was causing him, Kakuzu was not intimated by their power. In fact, the sensation reminded him of his failed assassination of the 1st Hokage, of course removing the feeling of lust. Remembering the power and force that Hashirama could release with his own unique killing intent, he would almost say they were similar if not the same. But still it was nowhere near the senju's level and as such couldn't truly unnerve the veteran that, even for the brief single second it lasted, experience the senju's 'killing intent' when he went into sage mode.
Terrifying how quickly Hashirama ended their fight with unnatural ease. Being as old as he was with all the knowledge and experience he had gained, Kakuzu knew full well that as he was, he wouldn't last at all against the senju's full power. Not that it really matter at this point.
"As I was saying, my name is Hisoka." The seated man hisoka announced as Kakuzu snapped out of his past experiences taking notice in the corner of his eye Hisoka's words. "And the girl suck to the wall there is Juri."
It then hit Kakuzu. He grunted a laugh appearing to smile under his mask realising the origin of the headbands the 2 had. "Hmhaha, I knew that the land of frost was in on the entertainment business. Casinos, brothels, clubs and bars, sumo wrestling, taijutus tournaments and yes even circuses litter their village and capital. But to see 2 of their shinobi dressed as clowns is quite humours."
"You shouldn't take us so likely." Spoke Juri for the first time in a passionate tone. "Underestimate us and you might just lose your life in a beautiful death." She continued wanting so dearly to fight the man before her.
"Sorry, but right now I'm more worried about losing my bounty then fighting you two." Kakuzu gestured lightly shaking the still floating corpse in his tendrils. "But then again...I want to rid myself of both of your existences now rather than later." He growled in force irritated by how their form of killing intent had such arrogance and confidence in it, while in 'HIS' presence of all things. 'They don't know what their getting themselves into.' He thought to himself releasing an even larger amount of killing intent then before. They were intimidating and picking a fight with the wrong person.
Juri's whole body seem to flinch and squirm as the aura surrounding her lighten to lighter purple momentarily before returning to the darker purple. "Oh God Hisoka! I really want to fight this man! I don't care if he is stronger than me. A rush against this man will defiantly remain in my heart forever." She squealed blushing in enjoyment and pleasure at Kakuzu's killing intent.
'What heart are talking about you sadist freak?' Kakuzu thought simply. 'The world just keeps filling with freaks.' He sighed in his mind not all considering his own abilities.
"Patience Juri. I'm sure this old veteran will enjoy the company of a young, exotic fighter such as yourself soon enough."Hisoka stated happily, squinting at her from his seat.
'Can't deny that she does have a good body and figure.' Kakuzu thought looking over her quickly to. Who wouldn't notice the girl with such a revealing top showing more skin than most women would be willing. Especially during a fight.
"I know that I could barely hold myself back when I first meet you." Hisoka stated honestly. "However you're being quiet rude Juri. How can you play with a stranger when you don't even know their name?" he continued out stretching his own open hand casually towards Kakuzu and Juri, gesturing the question that had both himself and his companion curious.
Juri smiled, blushing for a number of reasons.
'Hmm, what's this feeling?' pondered Kakuzu feeling as if something were amiss with the man's question. He had been standing side on the whole time keeping them both in sight. Now though, he was feeling as if the two were about to pounce as he glared at the two in anticipation. Hisoka on the right and Juri on the left.
'He hasn't moved and neither has she.' Kakuzu thought. 'As much as I want to kill them, they have information that I don't, that could prove to be 'profitable'. 'I'll play it out until they strike first.' He deduced confidently, curious to the abilities and knowledge they had and how it meant the possibility of a profit for himself. What was aura? How did they gain it? Where did they learn it? Was the land of frost and frost village in on it?
'If the frost had gained such a strange powers during the time of war, who knows what will happen. Hell, if Kumo knew they might even make a move against them being neighboring countries.' Kakauzu noted thinking about the natural in which the land of lightning's village operated. 'Dam, what am I thinking? That's not my concern. Though that does remind me of another question I haven't thought of that might be valuable.'
"Hmm, OK. I'll tell you who I am brats." Kakuzu started as the frost shinobi watched carefully. "However, it clears as to why I am here, but I still don't know the reason you're here. I doubt that I'm the purpose you're in this village." Kakuzu continued certain that they didn't know him and that they only came after seeing the damage outside.
"That doesn't...'really' concern you, bounty hunter." Hisoka countered hesitating somewhat. "When war occurs all manner of warriors and soliders appear."
"Even those from a country taking no part in this war?" Countered back Kakuzu.
"Please, we all know that there are no neutral parties during times of war." Juri returned flustering light red cheeks in anticipation. "Orders are orders. And those who enjoy the orders will most likely receive them." She finished as her whole body began to tense and tighten with excitement, wanting nothing more than to assault the man with merciless, ruthless strength.
'Shit, this kunoichi is practical getting wet with possibility of fighting me.' Kakuzu thought slightly surprised that such a girl existed. "I'm surprise that two wild ones, such as yourselves, would continue to take orders despite your obvious yearning for violence." Kakuzu said noting Hisoka pushing himself of his seat, slightly hunch over, hands and legs positioned to dart at any moment yet still watching him with a drunken, sleep deprived, yearning in his eyes.
"Fuck it." Sighed Kakuzu understanding that no information was going to leave these two. And he personally wasn't the patient type. "Fine brats, I'll tell you who I am." He repeated darkly as the frost shinobi shook impatience. "I am Kakuzu, former Anbu General and former Assassin of the waterfall village. I hope that your third-rate, village corpses will earn me a handsome amount of money." He growled in a dark, low, angered and powerful voice.
As soon as the words left Kakuzu mouth it began. First, within milliseconds of his words Hisoka threw out his hands forward in front of himself before quickly throwing them back out wide. The first movement launching 4 cards forward at Kakuzu with 4 following with the second movement, making a total of 8 cards.
Seeing them coming over a vast area Kakuzu dived and rolled forward from his side standing position. His bounty seemed to float for a moment as the cards quickly advanced. They missed the corpse which was lightly lowered and push away to one of the still standing wall corners to safety. The wriggling stream of vines stretched across the floor now less than a third of a metre of the ground.
Quickly looking up from his kneeing position, his right arm and trendrils slightly still out stretched across the floor returning, Kakuzu could see that the cards had pierced the wall while Juri soared straight at him with glee. Not fazed at all, Kakuzu raised and pulled his right arm wide, across and back causing the tendril free from the bounty to whip up behind Juri. She grinned at her opponent's action.
'What?' thought Kakuzu as Juri back flipped forward in mid-air avoiding the whip which lashed out, under and pass her returning to him. She spun forward planning to round house kick Kakuzu with her heel. Kakuzu grunted a sigh before quickly blocking and smacking the heel with his left hand off and back into the air along with the owner.
'Behind me!' Kakuzu thought surprised, reacting quickly to the split second attack from behind, sidestepped to his left dodging Hisoka's left hand upper cut. It struck straight threw the air with a massive force that disoriented the image of hisoka's arm and the air surrounding it as Kakuzu tendrils finished returning within his right sleeve.
'Not bad. They've synced their attacks from opposing direction, trying to hit my blind spots while I focus on the other.' Kakuzu noted impressed by how their basic teamwork and skill were at their highest. 'But...'
'Huh?!' Thought Hisoka, as Kakuzu quickly hooked and grabbed Hisoka's left arm with his still out stretched right arm. He stepped in close to Hisoka, as the long sleeve of Kakuzu right arm wrapped around Hisoka's hand constricting it. Before Hisoka could even react to his enemy's action, Kakuzu went back to back with Hisoka reaching over and around Hisoka's head with his left arm before painful pulling forward, squeezing and choking hisoka neck while gripping his head.
'Now.' though Kakuzu as he swiftly pulled and out stretch his right arm pulling hisoka's left arm as well. While he did this Hisoka quickly grabbed Kakuzu back, readying his stance to try and break free of the choke hold that pinned him.
POP!
With a violent and disturbing sound Hisoka left arm dislocated from its place causing him to grunt in pain at the attack. Hisoka smile had disappeared. This situation was looking bad and the man before was impossible fight to with his physical strength alone. He was careless with his attack and vastly underestimated his enemies' abilities causing him to get caught.
'Now for your hea-?' Kakuzu quickly change is stance twisting and rising his left leg for a kick which collided and intercepted with Juri diving right kick.
'Got you!' Praised Juri her eyes widening with excitement at how sturdy and powerful her opponents kick was. It was all good and fun when she won great fights with ease, but it was when she felt like she was on the verge of death where she really felt alive. She may not have been in danger, but seeing Hisoka only seconds away from dying had shown her just how great Kakuzu was.
"Water style: Spring bloom!" she spoke as in the brief second the two collided, water formed in between the attacks before bursting with a mass amount of force directly straight to Kakuzu's leg and body.
BANG!
Kakuzu's leg and body were blown back as he stood fast, his right leg grinding and tearing through the surface of the floor. Juri was to thrown back high in the enclosed area but she quickly reached the ceiling above her, flipping and planting her hands and feet on it as best she could.
The jutsu did not change Kakuzu's stance all that much proving just how sturdy and build he was. However the attack provided enough strength to surprise him to the point that Hisoka was able to see a chance to escape. Still being held by his enemy, Hisoka smoothly and carefully threw another card along his constricted arm, slipping and cutting the long sleeve wrapped around his hand and wrist. As the constriction disappeared he quickly slipped from the hold to safety.
'Annoying brats.' Thought Kakuzu not all concerned or injured but angered by the power of the shock and how it had caught him of guard. Looking under his left shoulder he could just see Hisoka's back as he attempted to escape. His right hand turned black with a stone texture, as he spun on the spot to bring his fist down with a powerful hit. Hisoka reacted quickly by rolling out of the fists direction and across the floor.
"Earth style: Earth spear." muttered Kakuzu as his hand smashed the floor straight through to the ground floor below with a loud bang kicking up a small amount of dust. Hisoka continued to roll escaping the bone crushing attack before quickly grabbing a fallen support beam, using it as an anchor to smoothly hop back to his feet. Hisoka eyed his opponent in interest and a ready stance not at all wanting to give the man a chance to counter even as the feeling of glass and pins entered his shoulder. Juri gracefully stared from her laying position on the ceiling waiting for Kakuzu to make a move.
'Well that was close.' Thought Hisoka looking to his useless arm hanging off his body. 'He saw through our blind hit and run tactic and went for a grappling technique to keep one close enough to focus on the other. A risky move when one doesn't know their opponents abilities but he did it with complete confidence'. He continued looking to silent man kneeling and looking at the hole he had produced with this hand still in it.
'Not only that but he was also able to grasp my hand with nothing but his sleeve and none of our attacks have truly affected or damaged him. Had he grabbed my arm with his own hand instead of sleeve, I definitely wouldn't have been able to escape and my neck and head would only be connect by my skin and flesh right now.' Thought Hisoka analysing the brief exchange of fists. 'That hole, the feeling of the charka that laced his sleeve and the natural of this fighting and personality. He must primarily be an earth style user.' Hisoka concluded having devised his own method to discovering an opponent element type. 'That being the case it also explains why Juri's attack wasn't as effective. But that doesn't explain why he grabbed me with his sleeve instead of his hand.' Hisoka concluded now very cautious of Kakuzu abilities and now positive that he was hiding his true power.
Hisoka smiled in ecstasy. To find difficulty in facing one who only showed limited amounts of his abilities was something else. He felt despair and death creep upon him in that 9 second exchange and was now on edge, careful and wary of his next move. He was losing and loving it.
'I better step it up. Teasing him like before will get me kill.' Hisoka though producing one of the creepiest smile he could do in happiness. 'I'll show him why magic tricks are considered as all smoke and mirrors.'
'He escaped.' Though Kakuzu kneeling on the spot thinking able his opponents and his choice of letting them attack first so he could either finish the fight quickly with a counter or learn their style of fighting before they learnt his. 'He uses cards as projectiles, is constantly releasing malice with aura, and is silent, quick, strong and agile.' He listed noting Hisoka's the strange use of cards and his surprise attack.
'The cards have to be chakara enhanced to be used offensively. So if I can figure out his chakara nature I should be able to counter it correctly.' He continued remembering how they pierced and cracked the wall. 'On top of that, I wouldn't have been able to dodge that surprise attack had he not been releasing that 'aura' thing.' Kakuzu remembered. 'Was it a Shunshin he used to get behind me?' Kakuzu continued wondered, concerned not just by the speed but by how silent it was. No amateur killer could move in such a way. Hisoka was definitely a professional. An assassin.
'There's not just that as well. Her movements were questionable as well.' Kakuzu thought. Although Juri's attack was impressive, her taijutus and water style ninjutus were not his concern. 'She got back up way too quickly. I should have had more than enough time to kill the first after the force I used to knock her away!' Kakuzu continued unsatisfied with how things were going. 'And how did she dodge my first attack? I can understand her knowing where it was coming from watching me but she hopped in mid flight!' He concluded unable to accept that she could suddenly change directions in mid air so easily. True he could do such a thing easily but for a no name to, was unacceptable to him. 'I want to end this quickly and quietly being that we are in a war zone. But unlike those cloud rookies these two won't die silently. I'll be taking a risk using ninjutus but I should be able to overpower them.' He concluded still kneeling.
Juri grinned and crept along the ceiling on all fours focusing only on the desire to fight. 'If close combat won't give me an opening then lets see if mid-range jutus will.' She released the charka on her hands, letting herself hang by her feet before quickly going through some hand signs.
'Here she comes.' Kakuzu muttered in his head, effortlessly activating his signature technique without any indication, causing his body to go stone black.
"Fire style: Silence Summer Musa!" Juri noted releasing the charka on her feet from the ceiling, spinning in any direction possible while falling. Yellow and purple flames ignited on her feet flying and scattering in waves at Kakuzu as she spun. The flames swallowed and engulfed Kakuzu who stood fast unfazed by the attack. The flames scorched across the floor and walls in a wave of yellow and purple as Hisoka watched the blaze that completely ignored him while he casually popped his shoulder back into place with ease.
'Flames that quickly engulf their enemy blinding and burning all the while without producing any loud explosions that could gain attention.' Hisoka stared into the flames as if watching a beautiful starry night, satisfied with Juri's ninjutus.
Juri landed smoothly, crouching subtly, smirking and biting her lip in pleasure. Watching the flames spin and twirl in a dance she could just make out Kakuzu's figure in the sea before her. With a roar the flames were blown back as said figure burst threw quickly, left arm raised ready to swing out and back hand the girl in front. She bounced from her crouching position in to the air, dodging the attack.
"Hm." She shrugged in mid air before attacking. "Aarrrrhhh!" She cried in mid-air, rapidly round house kicking Kakuzu who just as rapidly blocked and deflected the kicks with only his left arm. Each impact echoed as they exchanged blows in a blur of actions. Seeing his own opportunity, Kakuzu swiftly threw a stone hard jab at the air born girl. She didn't stop grinning as she somehow cart wheeled in thin air dodging his attack again before spinning and preparing to round house kick him in the face.
'Annoying.' Kakuzu thought watching the kick coming as if it were standing still. Turning he was about to block only to find he could no longer move with his usual ease, as if being restricted by lose ropes.'What now.' He thought casually, not seeing it as a problem.
BANG!
Juri kicked him straight on the left side of his face, echoing another impact that sounded like a stone striking stone. Juri gritted her teeth in slight pain from the impact, but continued to grin happy to cause the man to falter somewhat. Using the jutus that Hisoka had used to her advantage she rapidly bounced in the air all around Kakuzu, kicking him again and again and again making him move slightly in the direction struck.
'Oh my god! This man is great!' She though smiling in a creepy fashion similar to Hisoka as Kakuzu continued to glare unimpressed by the girl's attempt of knocking him out. It was as if she was a child trying to hurt her parent for not getting her an ice cream only for the parent to take the hit and almost laugh at the child's action. Of course though Kakuzu wasn't laughing.
"God..Dam..BRAT!" Roared Kakuzu as the floor covered in flames caved in to the ground floor, causing the flames to burst out to the rest of the room, as flares of flames scorched the air around them, hiding much of interior of the building. Suddenly the feeling of restriction was released and Kakuzu went to punch the girl with irritated force, who again dodged by hopping on thin air.
"I've had enou—" Kakuzu roared before Hisoka rose from the sheet of yellow and purple flames under him to uppercut him in the face.
BANGG!
He floated in air as Juri went to swing a stomp on the back of his neck like an axe, smiling with a massive red blush and a bright purple aura around her.
"HHAAAHH—
BANG!
"-GGAH!"
As the attack connected, faster than either of the frost shinobi could see, a swarming stream of grey, green and black tentrils shoot itself from the newly formed pit of fire connecting to the one arm that Kakuzu hadn't used to fight Juri. Before either of them could react or even see, at the same time a stone textured hand busted through the ceiling above straight at Juri, before grabbing her by the neck.
Her eyes widen in shock at the attack before she was pulled by the hand and tendrils back through the ceiling with destructive force smashing the ceiling wider. Hisoka watching only saw the hand grab the girl knowing that it was now or never to activate his jutus. Turning his attention to Kakuzu he gripped the palm of hand activating the technique.
"Secret technique: Bungy Gum!"
Kakuzu spun planning to kick the jester with a stone foot but before he could even do that the wood beam that Hisoka had used as an anchor shoot from it place smashing into the massive man's back. Chips of wood were flown everywhere as Kakuzu wavered at the surprise attack as Hisoka flipped back putting some distance between them. Kakuzu grunted again before pointing his only free hand at Hisoka like a spear, who now for the first time could see his opponents hand. Looking at it the only thing that looked strange was the stitching surrounding its wrists. It then got very strange to him when the stitching began to release and untie themselves.
His hand out stretched and pointed like a spear at his enemy, Kakuzu focused causing at least 12 of the stitching to shoot out as thin tendrils at speeds unknown to the many of the shinobi population. All 12 pierced Hisoka with ease straight through to the wall decorated and pierced by cards.
'I knew he had a unique Shunshin no jutsu.' Kakuzu thought as the mirrored copy of Hisoka dispersed into smoke. Kakuzu looked around trying to find the man, in front of him was the wall of cards, to his right the fire pit, behind him the baloney, to his left his corpse prize.
'Above.' He commented to himself as Hisoka came down from behind swinging his right leg out when Kakuzu spun left and caught it with predicted ease. As Kakuzu spun left, Hisoka could see the vine-like threads starting from Kakuzu's right sleeve streaming behind him into the pit of fire on Kakuzu's left, leading outside and around the building. Now Kakuzu's left hand was gripping the jesters ankle and his right hand was gripping the acrobats neck.
Outside the building, 15 ft above the roof, Juri was elevated higher and quicker than she was ready for before quickly being pulled to the rubble below, plummeting with a loud smash sending dust and rocks into the air. Not finished with the girl Kakuzu drag her around the building and across the ground in a line of dirt before flinging her in a building on the opposite side of the burning, street building that he and Hisoka were occupying. With a loud crash she ploud through the collapsed building unwillingly as Kakuzu could just see her image fly into the structure from the baloney when he turned to blocked Hisoka.
He looked to Hisoka who was about to try his luck at kicking with his free left leg while still air born. Kakuzu felt his adrenaline running faster as he pulled Hisoka's leg down quickly, putting the jester of balance before he could attack. That was all the time Kakuzu needed to throw his stone black head forwards to headbutt the pale faced man with a loud bell. While Hisoka was thrown back hard, Kakuzu's other hand that had been tossing Juri around like a rag doll retracted from the colourful pit of flames behind him back to his sleeve.
'Hmm what the...?' he thought feeling a slight pain while seeing something shine for a moment.
Right before Kakuzu's headbutt, Hisoka saw the attack coming and thought he would try his luck at piercing the man's chest with a chakara sharpen, spear-like hand, claws included plus 3 cards in between his fingers. Fortunately for Hisoka the cards pierced but unfortunately his fingers only made it half deep before Kakuzu's head butt him sent him back out onto the baloney. His head was ringing as a large bruise formed and broke the skin, causing blood to trail down his face.
Smacking the railing with his back with a loud THUD, Hisoka quickly steadied and lifted himself as best he could on the railing still dazed before clapping his hands together in a seal. He smirked as the 3 cards lit up in light on Kakuzu's chest.
'Explosives.' Kakuzu noted, still not so much concerned as he was annoyed, quickly reached up to pull the cards out.
'You won't make it.' Hisoka thought his purple aura darkening at the man's action and the thrill the fight was bring him. Nothing had gone the way he and Juri wanted but they didn't care. This right in front of them was what they lived for. Deception, power, strength, lust and fighting were their lives and exchanging it with others was their passion.
BANGG!
The cards set off with another loud and bright bang causing more of the house to collapse to the ground below making those present wonder how much longer it would remain standing. Smoke, flames and dust erupted from the open wound of the building trying to escape, blowing right into Hisoka's sight who raised an arm to stop the dust. Hisoka continued to smirk at the sight, shaking his arms to loosen them lowering his guard, preparing for when the man would soon attacked again.
'You haven't even managed to come close to killing me.'
CRRRISSSBBAANNG
"Lightning style: False darkness"
Out of the smoke, dust and flames, without any prior indication shoot a bright, blue, bending bolt of electricity straight at Hisoka who quickly raised both arms to block. He had not been expecting an attack so soon but never the less reacted with breakneck speed. However it did very little as the lightning became thin burning and slicing straight through his arms like a small, thin blade, however when reaching his left chest side, expanding and blasted its way through leaving a black scorched hole big enough for a child to force their hand through.
Hisoka coughed blood, impressively silently, almost losing consciousness.
The attack continued on through Hisoka into the rubble that Juri landed in, exploding with a blue electrical shock wave that crumbled away any form of earth near it. With the force and momentum of the attack Hisoka was to thrown back smashing and tearing the iron railing behind him off the baloney ad with him to the ground.
Hisoka glanced at the man through the cover of polluted air just before he was thrown back. Looking he could see that most of the clothing that once covered the man's left side had been blown off revealing some of Kakuzu's secrets. In the milliseconds slowed from Hisoka massive amount of adrenaline, he could see Kakuzu's left chest and arm coloured in the same stone black texture they held during fight suggesting that his entire body had been harden when fighting explaining the man's amazing defences.
But that was not what concerned Hisoka. The strange white and yellow mask with an open mouth, sticking out of his open wound was what concerned him. To top that, of which annoyed Hisoka somewhat, was that the only damage on Kakuzu's chest were a few drops of blood running down his open wound. There were no organs, only a swamp of black threads, tendrils, whip, stitches, vines and anything else you could use to describe the exposed clumps around the white mask. They acted quickly, as they pulled the mask back in making it sink into the body as they began pulling, stretching and stitching the skin back together.
Hisoka grinned at the strange sight that lasted milliseconds.
'This isn't over.' He stated in his head confidently this time gripping both of his damaged, crossed hands hard. 'Again. Bungy Gum.'
'Finally I go—' thought Kakuzu in hope only to heard the wall behind him crack and burst from the socket of the building straight at him with sudden speed.
'Oh come on!' Kakuzu thought peering at the flat surface of brick and wood flying straight at him from behind. The building could no longer stand the damage caused to it as the whole structure shook. Quickly stretching his right hand out, he grabbed his bounty and jumped at the incoming wall with much strength. His left hand remained blacker then ever as he threw out his stone, solid fist enforced with more than an efficient amount of chakara. The punch shattered the piece of structure, blasting a hole straight through for himself to exit from, bringing his prize with him to the pile of rubble on the other side.
Kakuzu landed swiftly with ease on the other side, as the building collapsed on the cloud corpses below with a loud bang and an eruption of now normal red and yellow flames. Glancing across the new pile of rubble he could just see and sense the presence of the enemy he had been trying to kill, watching him casually with a sea of fire behind and in front of them.
'Hmm. Just what is going on?' Kakuzu thought his skin returning to its tan colour as he become irritated at Hisoka's and juri's appearance. There were no wounds on them. The blood on hisoka's face and the holes in his chest and arms had all disappeared. Juri didn't have a scratch on her as if the ride of death he had put her through was nothing more than a sea of pillows.
'Impossible. There's no way they have such a regenerative ability.' Kakuzu thought, running through the possibilities. As he original thought, the two frost shinobi had no chance of killing him, but he didn't think that they would be able to escape from him, UNWOUNDED! There was no denying that he had wounded both of them. They couldn't have used such a fast healing jutus! There was no chance or opportunity to do so.
'Is it genjutus? No I would know if it were genjutus.' He thought feeling the flow of his chakara quickly not sensing any abnormalities. He dismissed his thoughts thinking that if they could use genjutus they would have during the fight, but neither of them had or even suggested the use of it. They just didn't seem the types to use genjutsu even with slight evidences.
Hisoka and Juri grinned seeing Kakuzu's very slight change in features at their appearance. As far as Kakuzu could tell they mumbled something to each other even covering their mouths to stop Kakuzu from reading their lips. Then Hisoka looking him dead in the eye smirking with the same creepy pleasure that occurred when he did so. He spoke assuming that Kakuzu would be able to understand his words before jumping away with Juri in toll.
'That brats mocking me.' Kakuzu thought angered at being treated in such as fashion again by the same person.
"It was fun Kakuzu-san, but it has to stop here for now. I hope we fight again." Were Hisoka's final words before he left.
Kakuzu growled in angering running in the opposite direction into the forest to leave. He wasn't going to chase them.
Kakuzu didn't like the idea of rivals, or competition for that manner. He thought himself a merchant, a business man who dealt with the trade of the most rare, desired and forbidden items in the word. As such keeping his identity secret was very important to him and he didn't want a rival to seek him out for battle. Rivalry didn't bring money much like how the connection between people didn't bring money. Connection was something he didn't want or need with his field of work whether it was rivalry, friendship, family, lovers, religion or country. He learnt long ago you can only depend on yourself, power and money. Everything else was like a lying demon to him that needed to be slain.
It was his personally, power and money that keep him hidden from the world seen by the eyes of its leaders. Most kages didn't know him and what he was cable of, and those who did only thought him a legendary failure and traitor who was no threat. So wrong they were.
Shinobi, samuri, civilians, missing-nin and the like would pay no heed to him because of his attitude towards other, remaining ignorant of his power. Those who did learn of his power would more often than not be found dead supposedly killed by missing-nin or enemy shinobi.
The best though for the immortal, were the Daimyo's. They were the easiest to manipulate due to their greed, envy, pride and laze when Kakuzu had to deal with them. They would allow him to do nearly anything, in any nations given the right price. And Kakuzu always had the right price. Unknown to many but he was one of the richest people in the world even though he wasn't a leading figure of any kind. A simple unknown merchant with no underlyings who in reality had vast richest that people wouldn't even begin to imagine. In truth it was money that made more of his image than his personally ever did.
But something strange had been happening in the shinobi world.
Something that made him think his lifestyle was to going to change soon.
Two shinobi from a third-rate village, had escaped him using abilities that he just couldn't figure out. Instantaneous regeneration and movement, flight, invisible restrictions and a power more intimating than Killing intent known as Aura.
And then there was the invitation he received a few days before.
He thought about it but the frost shinobi would have to wait though as he could soon sense the approach of a 2 squads of shinobi. Feeling bad knowing that the corpses he left behind could have been valuable selling items he picked up the pace. Chances were now thought that the corpses were ruined for use, either being buried or burned by the effects of battle. Using Ninjutsu really wasn't a good idea as he originally thought.
He paused, stopping and eyeing the area. He was being monitored. Moving even faster than the tendrils he used to try and kill Hisoka, he throws out 12 shuriken with one hand, composed of wind style chakara into the bushes and trees around him. The speed of which went far beyond breaking the sound barrier.
To a civilian it would appear that he hadn't even moved as invisible lines of distorted wind sliced through everything with absolute ease causing chips of wood, leaves and even blood to fall and litter the ground.
'Six lizard summons, a recon type shinobi.' He thought seeing the cut up forms of purple lizards twitching from the attack they didn't even realised was happening. He was somewhat impressed that they began tracking him so early on but didn't care either way.
He looked at his free hand and full hand dragging the body on the ground, taking a moment to evaluate himself. 'Using second hand elements from a single heart just isn't going to cut it. Better take this heart out when I've put some distance between the village. His wind style will help me alot. Shame I haven't figured out how to use bloodlines hearts, his one in particular is quite adaptable during battle.' Thought Kakuzu confirming some of his weakness he hopped to fix in the future.
Shaking his thoughts he lifted his prize with ease over his shoulder and swiftly began to run deeper into the forest for cover, planning to go South where all the partying was happening. Being asked by such a high level of authority there had him curious to future potential profit. He had been asked by said group to help them with the war, hearing of high risk mission he had undertaken from lower leveled villages. He would work for them for the right price but just as he treated Hisoka and Juri, he had not interest in knowing the group on a personal level or even joining them. It was just another job.
He sighed as he ran.
The world was changing again into a new era and all those who traveled the land of rain would be the next figures of power. Not all that interest in becoming one of the figures though, Kakuzu was planning only to use the next series of war zones as only harvesting areas for his business. Unfortunately, he felt somewhere in the back corners of head that he would have to change tactics soon. The recent changes of the world had him even considering, perhaps taking on a more influential position in the underworld's black market. But until such a time, everything was a job, and a resource that he hoped would benefit himself.
Let it be noted however, that he was the type to hold grudges against those who really pissed him off.
'20% was too little. If I see either of those 2 again, I'll kill them.'
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My rewrite of Another Verse has started.
Of course, I'll reference the characters all again from the original piece.
Kakuzu from naruto, everybody should know.
Hisoka from Hunter x hunter and Juri from Street fighters are shinobi of the frost village if you know it.
Next chapter shouldn't be to long since all I really need to do is fix the grammar, spelling and comprehension mistakes from the 7 chapters I split.
Review, comment and endorse.