Hey there! Yuppeh I'm back xD Rightio, so now Betrayal is over, I am now proud to present the beginning of, Betrayal 2: Danger Rising.

Also, might i also mention that since this chappie is an 'introduction', it isn't very long. No fear however, normal chapters are much much longer :P

I hope you all enjoyed the first story, and now please enjoy the sequel xD

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Song recommendation for this chapter: "Great DJ" by The Ting Tings

Betrayal 2: Danger Rising

Chapter One: What Began Of It

By xFadingMoonx

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Hot days were usually not a big deal. People would hide out like moles in their cooled houses and stay rooted there for as long as possible, before venturing unwillingly outside to do their chores and daily jobs, looking forward to the time in which they could scuttle back indoors again.

Being a ninja was no different. On missions, they would operate mostly in the shade and pray that the smell of their raw sweat didn't attract any unwanted attention. They were like animals – forever prowling around in the undergrowth and always looking out for danger and anything that could endanger their lives.

Anyway, no one was mad enough to go outside on one of these days when they had a choice. But somehow, one middle aged ninja, found himself drawing the short straw, and interviewing new academy entrees. He remembered feeling totally gutted as the other relieved teachers shot him sympathetic glances and went home. On that afternoon, snot-nosed brats waddled in and out of the almost melting classroom, their very faces being cursed by the poor teacher. He sighed heavily and swept his brow as a knock came at the door.

"Come in!" He croaked, desperately whishing there was a glass of water lying around somewhere. A boy entered, his face neither leaking from certain areas or gaunt-looking. He sat gingerly in the chair before the teacher and glanced silently at him.

"Hello – I'm Takeshi Sumaro," the man introduced himself in a obviously bored, monotone voice. "Since it's very hot little boy, and you are my last interview today – how about we make this quick, humm?"

The black-haired kid just looked indifferent and didn't bother to pass comment. A small smirk passed his lips as the teacher puffed and tried to peel the sweaty patches of his shirt, away from his armpits and leaving a rather nice puddle.

"So what are your ambitions?" Takeshi returned his sight to the clipboard.

The little boy stared at him. He licked his lips and spoke. "Ambitions?"

Takeshi continued to scribble on his clipboard, no doubt he thought the boy was totally thick and decided to note it down. He pasted on a huge fake smile. "Yes – it means what you would like to do later in lif-.."

"I want to become a ninja," the boy answered instantly. "I want to learn how to fight and use those skills."

"Well yes, I know you want to become a ninja – otherwise you wouldn't be here would you?" The teacher sighed impatiently. "I mean like 'What could you bring to your fellow students?' Excetera.."

Takeshi was silent for a few moments, he rolled his eyes and yet again – turned back to that infuriating clipboard, the pen in his fat hand going practically faster than the eye could see.

"So… All we've got so far is that you want to fight and become strong."

"Yes."

"Ok, what would you do with those skills? Would you use them to harm people? Or to help them?"

"Help them of course," the boy looked troubled by the question. "Why would I harm people? That's barbaric. Why would you even ask me that, mister?"

A couple more moments of silence. Takeshi's eyebrows raised into his greasy, sandy hair. This kid wasn't ordinary – he could tell. Not only did he seem to be sweating at all in his black clothes, he seemed to know words that children his ages, shouldn't have known yet – let alone the meaning.

"Well, after time, some ninja get bored with just 'being the hero'. They want something more, they want to feel powerful and have innocent people afraid of their very name."

The boy nodded as the interviewer hastily coughed and continued. "So do you feel that you would like to join the academy?"

"Yes," was the monotone reply. "It's just like you said – why else would I be here?"

Takeshi felt his eye switch and he resisted a very strong urge to sock the boy with his stupid clipboard. However, he was prepared to stand up and bolt it out of the room, as soon as the morning bell went, which didn't look like anytime soon.

"Dammit," he cursed, dreams of that lovely glass of water, now burning in his mind. "Forgot to write in one of these boxes – What's your name, kid?"

The boy stood up and lazily stretched, he strolled to the classroom door and shouted back:

"Ashi Uchiha!"