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Summary: 'There is a prophecy about 21 ninjas.' 'What does that got to do with us?' 'What else? You're the ninjas.' The room suddenly turned icy, as if someone had sprayed cold water on them. It seemed everyone stopped breathing, not because of what they heard, but because of the look on Tsunade's face. Sakura had never seen her like this, ever.
An unexpected turn of events makes the shinobis closer to people they would have never guessed. Story of love, hate, jealousy, selfishness, loyalty but most of all: deception.
Prolouge
"Why did you kill him? We could have tortured him into telling us information about the village."
"By the time he decides he's tortured enough to tell us something, he'd already be dead."
"Quiet. Someone's coming."
Someone was making their way to the three shinobi, his footsteps so light only high-ranked ninjas could be able to hear it.
He felt a presence in the other side of the door. He's kunai held comfortably in front of him, his right hand pushed the door quietly. The room was dark, the light from the door giving him a clear view of something lying on the ground.
He knelt down, finding out that something was someone. If a normal civilian was to see this, they would have immediately thrown-up. But he was a shinobi. A specially trained shinobi from the Sound Village. Yet, he couldn't stop the oozy feeling in his stomach.
The body lay limped on the ground, its eyes wide open although the iris was nowhere to be seen. Streaks of blood ran down from his eyes to his cheeks to his mouth until the crimson dropped on the ground. It looked as if he cried blood, he probably did.
His arms and legs were cut off, lying a few feet away. If he didn't have his glasses, he probably wouldn't have known they were arms or legs. It looked like the ten fingers were cut off, but if you look more closely, the fingers had decayed until they detached from the arm. Same thing with the toes.
It seemed a virus had gone from each body part until it looked like a rotten corpse. The body did look like a rotten corpse. The body was a rotten corpse. It made him sick just thinking about it.
Pieces of black hair lay scattered, as if it had reluctantly fallen from the dead shinobi's head. Across from the corpse was its headband, bearing the symbol of the Sound Village.
The ninja's eyes widened. He had found the missing nin that was sent off on a mission two weeks ago. Yet, here he was, he's decayed corpse lying in front of the other Sound ninja.
He got up, examining his surroundings carefully. When the missing nin vanished, Lord Orochimaru had ordered him to take over the mission.
There had been signs of people located just outside the Sound village. He later found this underground tunnel which led him into this tiny room. Now, lay his comrade, dead, in front of him.
He performed a simple jutsu allowing light to fill the room. The room was vacant, nothing but wood floors, walls, and ceilings. Not even a chair or desk was visible. The only other thing besides the corpse was him. So why did he hear voices?
Before he could think of anything else, another shinobi appeared in front of him.
The Sound shinobi felt a sharp pain in his stomach and doubled over. He looked down at his own kunai pierced tightly through his stomach. Slowly, his glasses slid off and shattered on the ground.
A cold hand titled his chin up. His eyes widened at the three ninja in front of him.
The one with the cold hand had cold eyes to match. He stood merciless above him. His nail dug against his chin, blood silently dropping. His eyes were icy, pure hatred directed toward only to him. He carried scars from his past and anyone that crossed his path, he directed all his sorrow and anguish toward that person. In this case, the sound ninja. It hurt just to stare at those cold, cold eyes. So he pried his eyes away and looked at the two ninjas stand behind him.
The other shinobi didn't look any nicer. He had a reckless smirk with greenish-gray eyes staring down at him. It looked like he was itching to kill or more like torture him. Even though it didn't show, the Sound ninja could tell he carried the same type of hatred the cold-eyed shinobi did. The same type of pain. Sorrow. Anguish.
He watched as the green-grey eyed ninja pull the kunai out of him, slowly. He grunted in pain, massive amounts of blood dripping out of his mouth and onto the hand of the cold eyed-ninja. The green-grey eyed shinobi's smirk grew bigger at the obvious pain he was in. While the other ninja lived off of hate, he lived off of torture. He could tell by the way his eyes lit up at his agony.
The last ninja was a kunoichi. But he could tell she was as deadly as the other two. Her face was blank with dull, pale eyes. She didn't show pity, satisfaction, boredom; she didn't even look calm. She was just plain. It was like she was ripped off of any emotion she had and lost the meaning of life at a young age. She scared him the most. Even the cold-eyed ninja showed hatred but she showed nothing. The pale-eyed kunoichi was numb. Even an idiot would be able to figure it out.
This one lived off of—no, she didn't live at all. Anybody devoid of any emotion wouldn't know how to live. He felt she could kill anyone anytime, even her friends, and feel no remorse. Her pale eyes looked down at him, showing nothing.
But what surprised him was they were only teenagers. Whatever they experienced, it has made then into cold, torturous, emotionless, heartless beings.
He felt the cold hand slither from his chin to his neck. He didn't even try to fight back, knowing it was useless. These people weren't human, especially if one of them lived off of torture from its own kind. They were true ninjas.
Ninjas were suppose to be heartless tools, doing only what their master tells them. Ninjas would do anything to complete their mission, even go as far as killing each other. Ninjas were the three creatures standing in front of him.
He felt the hand squeeze his neck, getting tighter and tighter by the second. Pretty soon, he could see nothing except bright colors. Then, his mouth and eyes started to water.
The cold-eyed shinobi grasped his neck tighter until the head was detached from the body. The sound nin's last thought was 'Thank God I'm a psychic.'
Author's Note: Whatddya think? The only reason I put the Sound nin was a psychic was to explain how he knew all those things. Just to lete everyone know, I might be changing the title in and out...so if you like, just add to your favorites. Don't forget to read my other stories. Read and Review!