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Disclaimer: The characters of Naruto are property of Kishimoto-san. Only the plot and the storm are my own.
This story is rated M for blood, gore, violence, language, graphic death scenes, and dark/satanic themes.
The storm is a timeless entity, boundless in power, darkness, and destruction. It has outlasted life and death, roaming the land to find new light to put out. It razes all in its path, reducing forests to ash, and mountains into rubble. The rain scars the earth, and the lightning scores its skin. This is evil. This is the storm.
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"Yokohanza, how's your scope?" Soka's voice rang through the wireless headset for the fiftieth time that morning. "Scope's clear… again," Yokohanza responded, exasperated. Being posted on the Northern Forest Border Reconnaisance, Patrol, and Surveillance was the biggest bore any Konoha ninja could ever receive for a B-ranked mission. Nothing ever came through the thick northern Forest of Whispering Leaves. Nothing ever could.
The command post he was assigned to was the most famous among those in the Northern Forest: Command Post CPN-149-3A, nicknamed The Hidden. It was the only command post in all of Konoha that never had to be retaken, repaired, or rebuilt, even after Orochimaru's invasion. He was proud of being in charge of this command post, but he missed his dearly beloved.
He wondered how Uzigona, his wife, was coping with his being gone. She was five months pregnant, and she needed him. He remembered how they had met on a rainy day and how he had sheltered her from the driving rain that day. He remembered everything so clearly and so vividly, he could almost feel the rain that he felt on his face the day he walked her home. After two minutes of being absorbed in his memory, he realized that it was raining. Very hard. He looked over the treetops and saw large black clouds, blasting large white bolts onto the fortress of trees.
Yokohanza immediately checked into his comm set, "This is Yokohanza, we've got a large storm coming in. It's coming right at the village, and it looks very dangerous." Almost as if someone flicked a panic switch, chatter came in from many of the other command posts. "Holy shit!", Soka's voice nearly split Yokohanza's ears. "Look at that cloud!" Yokohanza immediatly looked up at the clouds, and immediately wished he hadn't. A giant skull with pointed teeth and horns that ran around the cranium had formed out of the clouds. The lightning made the skull look like one of a demon. "What the hell?" Yokohanza said, immediately overcome by fear. As if holding to its demonic nature of appearence, the skull's mouth opened and let out a shriek that only something of hell could make. Yokohanza immediately slapped his hands over his ears. He was so focused on keeping his hearing, he almost didn't see a dark figure drop out of the skull's mouth. As if on cue, the rain stopped.
"Did you see that?" he whispered into his mike, now deathly afraid of what was happening. Soka responded, "I didn't see anyth-", and was cut off. A scream echoed through the forest and the comm set. "Soka?" Yokohanza whispered into the headset, now deathly afraid of whatever was out there.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shimmer next to the neighboring tree. He quickly drew a kunai and held it at the ready. The shimmer seemed to note the fact that he had a weapon, and Yokohanza heard the sound of a weapon being drawn. As Yokohanza prepared to put a kunai into the shimmer's head, the shimmer took flight and landed right behind him. Yokohanza spun around to greet his opponent and felt his hand with the kunai being caught by a large, clawed hand. He struggled to get free, but he couldn't free himself from whatever held him. Three metallic clicks rang in Yokohanza's ears, and the shimmer growled. The last thing Yokohanza felt was a jagged blade piercing him between the eyes, and a demonic roar was the last thing he heard before Death took him as its own. The last thought that went through his mind was ironic to him: 'They found The Hidden.' However, the irony was that the hidden had found them.
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Blood, limbs and organs were scattered throughout the forest. The ninja of the forest had fought well. Not a single one, however, survived.
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