Hello this is Kisafan again, sorry about the other stories… I'm just not feeling them any more. Tell me if I should just focus on my new one or try to finish up the other ones. This new story is gonna be sorda odd, I can already tell. So, READ ON peoples!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Haruka, who by the way seems to pop up in all my fics…
A flash of red in a sea of darkness. I couldn't discern from reality and my memories. Memories that I would do any thing to forget. A scream sounded, in a forest of petrified silence, a noise of pain and mental fragility.
My eyes flew open to early morning sunlight streaming through the canopy making my camp dappled in lights and darks.
I groaned, sitting up holding my head in my hands. Red-brown strands of hair streamed through my clenched fingers.
Sweaty and adrenaline-rush after-shocked, I rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up the frying pan. Standing, I cleared the fire pit, no sign of my presence remained.
With a sigh, and a sense of abandon, I continued my random trek through the uncaring and merciless woods.
The only incentive not to just lay there for the eternity was that I had to see how many were left, and how the rest had gone…
The earth suddenly shook under my feet as an explosion went off to my left, knocking me out of the tree. I hit the ground rolling and took off after the direction of the explosion.
About three miles later I sensed a chakra signature. Where'd they come from?! With no warning, kunai flew where my head had been two seconds before, trimming off some of my long hair. I automatically unsheathed one of my dual swords. Standing, ready for attack, bushes rustled to my right.
I jumped about six feet in the air straight up just in time for something to stir the air beneath me.
"Damn it, missed un!"
I twisted midair to slash down onto my assailant, unfortunately my sword met no resistance and I spun harmlessly to the ground… Where'd he go?!
"KATSU!"
The shock of the explosion sent me flying into several trees. I lay still, not moving, or breathing.
It had the desired effect.
Footsteps moved closer…
Closer…
A hand reached down to my neck…
"A pulse? Shit un!" he realized his mistake as I grabbed his hand and swung him around with my sword at his neck.
"So," I growled, "Who are you?"
"Who wants to know un?"
Couldn't hurt, "Uzamaki, Haruka Uzamaki, former Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Who. Are. You."
"That explains the giant sword un," he replied arrogantly with no sign of irritation or strain.
I growled and pressed my sword closer so that it scratched his neck.
"Fine un," he snapped, "My name's Deidara."
"Are you with Mist?!" I demanded.
He chuckled, "Nope un."
"Who do you work for?"
He actually laughed, I was prepared to rip him to pieces when he answered, "Are you blind or live in a cave un?"
I raised an eye brow.
"My cloak baka un!"
What the hell did that mean it was just a black cloak…
…with red clouds on it.
"Why does the Akatsuki want me dead?"
He laughed again, admittedly a pleasant sound, but right now it just ticked me off, "Not dead un, we're looking for new members, care to join?"
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.
.
That was unexpected.
"How did you know I was alive, most seem to think I'm dead." I said, releasing him.
Deidara turned to face me, his hair was long enough to flutter in the breeze and he looked amuzed with his one aquamarine eye, "Kisame mentioned you to Leader-sama once in passing awhile ago and we'd thought we'd look you up un."
"Hoshitage, Kisame?"
"Yeah, un."
"Huh, I was pretty damn sure he was dead last time I saw him, it would be nice to meet with an old 'friend.'"
Deidara smirked.
Hiya! It's me again, Kisafan! Hoped you liked the fic! Plz Review!!!!!